[that was better than angry torch waving... it was kind of nice, really. Gon wondered if the local monsters felt the same way about Mirrorbound monster people; if so, maybe it'd be easier to get familiar with their culture...
Gon chats exuberantly with Killua as they go, practically bouncing. they're more quiet through their meal, but it's companionable silence that's as enjoyable as their rough-housing and everything else.
when Killua stands to gave him a wave, Gon blinks, and smiles—he stands too, but the quality of his smile wobbles a little in a watery falter, and he suddenly moves forward. his forehead, dimpled in waves by the backward slanting of his eyebrows, is tucked between Killua's collarbone and shoulder, arms pulling Killua in close and firm. his fingers pull in a clutch against the billowy, thick fabric of Killua's shirt from the tenseness of his arms, and as Killua's scent fills his head, Gon tries to let his exhale be inaudible. his arms close a little tighter, chest to chest with his friend, and Gon knows it's weird.
but he hadn't done this, last time. and he'd really regretted it, especially on top of everything else. not hugging Killua goodbye when he wasn't sure if he'd ever get to see him again certainly lead Gon into a lot of agonizing clarity about a lot of things, and even if he did see Killua later tonight—
this was for when things weren't like that. Gon's remorse, his yearning, his happiness, his relief and his hurt. he knows it's awkward, and he knows he's making things weirder before they split ways (exactly what Gon was trying to avoid!!), but it's not like he'll ever be totally selfless, not with all the hard work in the world.
he can't bring himself to say he missed Killua, yet... but this will have to do.
sunlight dapples them in spotty illumination through the shade of the tree they stand beneath, and Gon is hidden from it.]
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[that was better than angry torch waving... it was kind of nice, really. Gon wondered if the local monsters felt the same way about Mirrorbound monster people; if so, maybe it'd be easier to get familiar with their culture...
Gon chats exuberantly with Killua as they go, practically bouncing. they're more quiet through their meal, but it's companionable silence that's as enjoyable as their rough-housing and everything else.
when Killua stands to gave him a wave, Gon blinks, and smiles—he stands too, but the quality of his smile wobbles a little in a watery falter, and he suddenly moves forward. his forehead, dimpled in waves by the backward slanting of his eyebrows, is tucked between Killua's collarbone and shoulder, arms pulling Killua in close and firm. his fingers pull in a clutch against the billowy, thick fabric of Killua's shirt from the tenseness of his arms, and as Killua's scent fills his head, Gon tries to let his exhale be inaudible. his arms close a little tighter, chest to chest with his friend, and Gon knows it's weird.
but he hadn't done this, last time. and he'd really regretted it, especially on top of everything else. not hugging Killua goodbye when he wasn't sure if he'd ever get to see him again certainly lead Gon into a lot of agonizing clarity about a lot of things, and even if he did see Killua later tonight—
this was for when things weren't like that. Gon's remorse, his yearning, his happiness, his relief and his hurt. he knows it's awkward, and he knows he's making things weirder before they split ways (exactly what Gon was trying to avoid!!), but it's not like he'll ever be totally selfless, not with all the hard work in the world.
he can't bring himself to say he missed Killua, yet... but this will have to do.
sunlight dapples them in spotty illumination through the shade of the tree they stand beneath, and Gon is hidden from it.]