[ Flynn also stares at the message for a long, long time after it shows up on his Omni.
Naturally, he's at the camp right now, secreted away in the strategy tents with ink all over his fingers and whirling thoughts of formations in his head that are driven neatly away by this. Flynn looks down at his mostly-completed personnel chart, over at his Omni, and pushes himself up from the desk to walk down toward the empty shore instead.
He can take a break for this.
It's a startling thing. Flynn has heard whispers of the bonds—in a camp full of people who love to read, how can he not—but he hadn't given them much thought until now. He never expected Yuri, of all people—Yuri who twists away from bonds like a startled cat, Yuri who Flynn still half-expects to say no, nevermind, not like this. Who he was afraid would look at Flynn so differently with Flynn's feelings flooding into him, would lock himself down so Flynn couldn't feel anything back—
but that's not fair, is it? To think of Yuri that way, when clearly that's... wrong.
It sends something warm and soft fluttering right through Flynn, enough to keep him warm even as he wanders along the half-frozen shore. ]
Do you know how it actually works? I've heard a few people around camp talking about them as a way to keep in contact during the battle.
I hadn't realized there was one that could do what our blood can.
[ Are you sure, he almost types, but deletes that, biting his own lip. This shouldn't be nervewracking, should it? Yuri is the one who proposed it. For families, which.
Isn't that what they are?
A little family, just the three of them. Flynn's heart does something odd against his ribs. ]
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Naturally, he's at the camp right now, secreted away in the strategy tents with ink all over his fingers and whirling thoughts of formations in his head that are driven neatly away by this. Flynn looks down at his mostly-completed personnel chart, over at his Omni, and pushes himself up from the desk to walk down toward the empty shore instead.
He can take a break for this.
It's a startling thing. Flynn has heard whispers of the bonds—in a camp full of people who love to read, how can he not—but he hadn't given them much thought until now. He never expected Yuri, of all people—Yuri who twists away from bonds like a startled cat, Yuri who Flynn still half-expects to say no, nevermind, not like this. Who he was afraid would look at Flynn so differently with Flynn's feelings flooding into him, would lock himself down so Flynn couldn't feel anything back—
but that's not fair, is it? To think of Yuri that way, when clearly that's... wrong.
It sends something warm and soft fluttering right through Flynn, enough to keep him warm even as he wanders along the half-frozen shore. ]
Do you know how it actually works? I've heard a few people around camp talking about them as a way to keep in contact during the battle.
I hadn't realized there was one that could do what our blood can.
[ Are you sure, he almost types, but deletes that, biting his own lip. This shouldn't be nervewracking, should it? Yuri is the one who proposed it. For families, which.
Isn't that what they are?
A little family, just the three of them. Flynn's heart does something odd against his ribs. ]
That sounds nice.