a winter labyrinth

[townmusician]

断ち切るしかないんだろ
注いだ冬は心のラビリンス
後戻りなんて出来ないから
やりきるしかないんだろ
黒い気持ちと手を繋いだって構わない
抱きしめたっていいh

I have to break free
This pouring winter is my heart's labyrinth
I can't go back anymore, so
I have to finish this
I don't care if you took my hand with dark motives
I want you to hold me close

Comments

[fullmoonmutt]

Like hell he does. We can fight the shadows out there instead. Force him to come out and deal with us. I can't sing or dance, okay? All I got is beating things up!

[prozaic]

[A certain someone has no sympathy for him.]

Will that truly bring him out, make him choose a battle over a performance? Do you really want to try it?

[fullmoonmutt]

Can't see how that'd be any different from me going out there and embarrassing myself.

[prozaic]

Then go ahead. I will not stop you. [But he won't help either.]

[fullmoonmutt]

[ ...why is this pissing him off so much? Oh, yeah, it's because this same guy nearly lit Celeste on fire. ]

Whatever.

[ Fffuck this, he's going to go pace around the room trying to think of something, in that case. ]

[strawsandals]

[ Yoon is inevitably going to perform but he sees Eli looking rather disgruntled and upset. He has no idea about the horrors from Group 2 just yet, but he looks worse for wear. ]

Eli?

[ He'll toss a Diarama at him for good measure. ]

[fullmoonmutt]

[ Eli turns to snarl at poor Yoon... but only briefly. He's in a piss poor mood after all that fire. The heal does help, though, and he tries to relax a tiny bit here. ]

...thanks, Yoon.

[prozaic]

[Wow! He barked so much and then just... did nothing. Coward. He'd definitely be able to feel judged, even if Shalem isn't looking right at him, going back to his warm-up stretches.]

[fullmoonmutt]

[ Stopppp, Haruka's already judging him enoughhhh. ]