[video | week 19 day 6]
[ Light seeps in through one of the upper corners of the video picture, forming a pale spot on the screen of your Hitomi. The rest is shadows, some deep in colour, some shallow and moving. Something seems to be slowly shifting away, and the further it gets, the easier it is to recognize it as a human face, unclear and smeared with darkness but indeed, it is a face of someone. Particularly someone with hair of silver, messy and caked with blood and mud, face patterned with dark bruises. Gokudera's lower lip is swollen and broken, his nose crooked, there is a strip of bloodied fabric danging to his chin, the gag he really does not want back in his mouth. He seems to be laying on the stony ground, shifting awkwardly.
His voice is a raspy croak as he speaks, hushed: ] T-Tsuna, I'm sorry... [ Pause, in which you can basically smell his fear, the instinctual terror that radiates from him. But this wouldn't be Gokudera if he didn't try to ignore it, do what he must, say what he must, voice trembling. ] --I n-need some help.
[ The screen goes black at this point, and his whisper sounds closer, breathy, restrained.]
I don't know how long I can talk.
His voice is a raspy croak as he speaks, hushed: ] T-Tsuna, I'm sorry... [ Pause, in which you can basically smell his fear, the instinctual terror that radiates from him. But this wouldn't be Gokudera if he didn't try to ignore it, do what he must, say what he must, voice trembling. ] --I n-need some help.
[ The screen goes black at this point, and his whisper sounds closer, breathy, restrained.]
I don't know how long I can talk.