[uh-- he raises his hands as well, placing them on top of sorey's. but before he touches the other, he says outloud--for himself, and sorey, who is going out of his way to do this for him]
I want to get better. I really do.
[so, with that, and thinking--trying to focus his thoughts on what he wants 'healed,' he holds onto sorey's hands, not sure on what to expect]
[The only thing Sorey really has to do is concentrate--it's almost automatic for him to use the flames of purification at this point. It feels warm deep in his bones, spreading out slow and consistent until it reaches his fingertips. If Makoto keeps his eyes open, it does look like he's being enveloped in bright blue flames, but it doesn't hurt.]
[he does, and he almost wishes he hadn't. but that's just his general sense of cowardice rearing its ugly face around to see what's up.]
[this really goes beyond the realm of normalcy for makoto]
[there's a squeak and the instinctual urge to pull back, but he remembers the purpose of this and makes himself stay still as he watches the warmth spread]
[Sorey can't help but quirk his mouth up into a little smile at the squeak--he should have seen it coming, really. But he focuses on his task until he's spread the purification as much as he can to Makoto's heart, clearing it of any sense of malevolence. Makoto's desire to see it healed will work to increase the purification, and by the time Sorey lets go it will feel good as new, even if it's still mending.]
[he admits, softly, when sorey pulls his hands away. makoto stares at his own for a moment as if stupefied, and tries to weigh out how he feels now versus how he has been feeling, all this time.]
Lighter, too. I mean, I don't notice too much of a change, but it feels like breathing's a bit easier? It may all be in my head, too, but...
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[uh-- he raises his hands as well, placing them on top of sorey's. but before he touches the other, he says outloud--for himself, and sorey, who is going out of his way to do this for him]
I want to get better. I really do.
[so, with that, and thinking--trying to focus his thoughts on what he wants 'healed,' he holds onto sorey's hands, not sure on what to expect]
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[this really goes beyond the realm of normalcy for makoto]
[there's a squeak and the instinctual urge to pull back, but he remembers the purpose of this and makes himself stay still as he watches the warmth spread]
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How do you feel?
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[he admits, softly, when sorey pulls his hands away. makoto stares at his own for a moment as if stupefied, and tries to weigh out how he feels now versus how he has been feeling, all this time.]
Lighter, too. I mean, I don't notice too much of a change, but it feels like breathing's a bit easier? It may all be in my head, too, but...
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[there's a relief that comes with Makoto's words--it's always a toss-up if his purification will have an effect on something from another world.]