[as kon has a grand ole time at the aquarium, he might be able to spot (1) non-fish on his hands and knees on floor near one of the tanks.
lavi has one hand on the glass and one hand on his face, and he's hunched over like a beetle, which is probably not normal behavior for him!! it's fine, let him hang out on the floor like this it's all cool]
[ this is TERRIBLE behavior and i HATE IT, ACTUALLY.
kon makes a low, distressed noise after he double takes, realizing the shape is not just - some display, or a reflection from the glass and water all around them. yoru is set down and told to stay where he puts him as he comes skidding over, ignoring the dull pain of dropping to his knees at his side. ]
Lavi immediately flinches back -- no, not flinches, more like lunges back so fast, his head cracks against the glass behind him.
he swears, moving the hand that was on his face to the back of his head instead, but at least now he's facing Kon. He looks absolutely normal actually, no injuries besides the one he's cradling at the moment.]
What the hell - [ he rears back so that he doesn't get caught in it, but still is like. concerned hovering, hands up. ] Dude, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing.
Lavi is still gripping his head, wincing in pain while staring blankly at Kon, but also... not? His gaze keeps on flicking from side to side, like he's trying to focus on Kon, but can't pinpoint where he is exactly.]
-- Kon?
[he looks past him, then closes his eyes, trying for a smile through the pain]
did you fucking take his eyesight from him yaywon so help me god. ]
You and everybody else. [ watching him, sharp and assessing, before he reaches out and touches his shoulder to - he doesn't know. gauge exactly what the fuck is causing the trouble for him. get him to be able to find him? ] C'mon, can you stand, or are the legs part of the problem?
Lavi's smile slips when Kon doesn't make to leave, at least, he has no idea if Kon is moving or not -- he doesn't know anything because he can't see. His breathing comes in a little quicker, faster than it'd been when he was alone, because when he was alone he could pretend a little better, that it'd be fine?
but he can't now, so the speed of his breaths pick up even faster]
-- It's my eye. I can't...
[he means his sight but like, it might as well be his entire eye?? it's useless to him now??? this is different from the stage turning black or glitter getting into it, it's all different because this is his eye, it's his vision, it's the only way a Bookman can see --]
oh. oh, he knows what this is spiraling into. kon goes from touching his shoulder, fingertips grazing down his arm so that he knows he's still there and where he's going - and then he grabs his wrist, bringing his hand up and pressing it firmly against the center of his own chest.
his pulse is a little quick from the stress, the concern, but he takes an exaggerated, slow breath. holds it. ]
Focus. These things keep going away, don't they? They pass. So you have to breathe, Lavi. [ and exhale, voice low. ] Breathe with me.
There you go. [ slow, deep inhale. steady exhale. he keeps repeating it, covering lavi's hand when he presses harder down like he can tell him it's okay that he is. that it's okay he's having a goddamn panic attack.
kind of warranted for someone that sees and records everything. ]
The emotions of last week waxed and waned before they were gone this week. Gideon was able to lift her sword again. I can feel this, now, when I couldn't have earlier.
Whatever we're missing - temporary. This is temporary.
[Lavi takes another minute (or is it an age?) to settle, but he hears what Kon's saying -- the words register as the panic fades bit by bit, settling into something calmer, as calm as he can feel when his sight's still gone.
Temporary, he said. Right, that would make sense -- his grip loosens, palm sliding down Kon's chest,]
...Sorry.
[there's such a complicated mixture of gratitude and fear and embarrassment, gratitude that Kon's here, fear that he saw, and embarrassment for letting his emotions loose so easily -- ]
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lavi has one hand on the glass and one hand on his face, and he's hunched over like a beetle, which is probably not normal behavior for him!! it's fine, let him hang out on the floor like this it's all cool]
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kon makes a low, distressed noise after he double takes, realizing the shape is not just - some display, or a reflection from the glass and water all around them. yoru is set down and told to stay where he puts him as he comes skidding over, ignoring the dull pain of dropping to his knees at his side. ]
Lavi!? [ DIE ON SCHEDULE ]
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Lavi immediately flinches back -- no, not flinches, more like lunges back so fast, his head cracks against the glass behind him.
he swears, moving the hand that was on his face to the back of his head instead, but at least now he's facing Kon. He looks absolutely normal actually, no injuries besides the one he's cradling at the moment.]
-- Shit!
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What the hell - [ he rears back so that he doesn't get caught in it, but still is like. concerned hovering, hands up. ] Dude, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing.
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Lavi is still gripping his head, wincing in pain while staring blankly at Kon, but also... not? His gaze keeps on flicking from side to side, like he's trying to focus on Kon, but can't pinpoint where he is exactly.]
-- Kon?
[he looks past him, then closes his eyes, trying for a smile through the pain]
Sorry, man -- I'm just having a little trouble.
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did you fucking take his eyesight from him yaywon so help me god. ]
You and everybody else. [ watching him, sharp and assessing, before he reaches out and touches his shoulder to - he doesn't know. gauge exactly what the fuck is causing the trouble for him. get him to be able to find him? ] C'mon, can you stand, or are the legs part of the problem?
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Lavi's smile slips when Kon doesn't make to leave, at least, he has no idea if Kon is moving or not -- he doesn't know anything because he can't see. His breathing comes in a little quicker, faster than it'd been when he was alone, because when he was alone he could pretend a little better, that it'd be fine?
but he can't now, so the speed of his breaths pick up even faster]
-- It's my eye. I can't...
[he means his sight but like, it might as well be his entire eye?? it's useless to him now??? this is different from the stage turning black or glitter getting into it, it's all different because this is his eye, it's his vision, it's the only way a Bookman can see --]
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oh. oh, he knows what this is spiraling into. kon goes from touching his shoulder, fingertips grazing down his arm so that he knows he's still there and where he's going - and then he grabs his wrist, bringing his hand up and pressing it firmly against the center of his own chest.
his pulse is a little quick from the stress, the concern, but he takes an exaggerated, slow breath. holds it. ]
Focus. These things keep going away, don't they? They pass. So you have to breathe, Lavi. [ and exhale, voice low. ] Breathe with me.
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but
he can feel, he can feel the warmth of skin, the beating of a heart. he can see with his hand, just like this.]
...
[and he breathes, inhales and exhales, matching Kon's pace as if it's the only lifeline he can hold onto,]
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kind of warranted for someone that sees and records everything. ]
The emotions of last week waxed and waned before they were gone this week. Gideon was able to lift her sword again. I can feel this, now, when I couldn't have earlier.
Whatever we're missing - temporary. This is temporary.
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Temporary, he said. Right, that would make sense -- his grip loosens, palm sliding down Kon's chest,]
...Sorry.
[there's such a complicated mixture of gratitude and fear and embarrassment, gratitude that Kon's here, fear that he saw, and embarrassment for letting his emotions loose so easily -- ]