^{soft reactions.     /      @takomxki​
  selectively accepting.}   

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

^{some years ago he recalls it faintly, like another hazy dream too translucent in his thoughts  he doesn’t remember if it happened or it was just another play on his imagination.   there comes a fear with something good and that is when it will be lost,   sapped from his desperate cold clutch to grab onto something warm,  only to have it  gone when he needs it most.   it happens eventually he’s come to learn   …   it is always just a matter of when.  the way he treats himself is the same how he treats the world :    just a temporary thing that isn’t as real as he thinks it is.}

^{(  this belief is his safety net ;   it is his way to cope.  )}    

^{it is why he is a little more careless,  a little more impulsive,  and disregards the blanket that should be draped on him when these temperatures here dip a little lower than the bebop’s up in space.     but that is when she slips it on,  fingers delicate that he doesn’t realize it’s there for the first few moments.}

^{some piece of his consciousness surfaces,  eyes still shut.   he ties himself around sleep as if it were the last thing keeping him buoyant from sinking into what he can only recognize as further hopelessness.   the rising gooseflesh of his skin settles and there’s a softness embracing him in the shape of a blanket.   an eye cracks open.   he only looks at makimura for a few fleeting seconds before his eyes shut again,   a little dazed and lulled into another layer of this labyrinthian existence,  another dream beyond the doors of sleep.   (  it is a dream just like this one.  )       he will wake up again soon and thank her in his own discreet way,  be it a small comment or a wry joke as he always defaults to,   but for now he sleeps.}

^{maybe,  somewhere,   there is warmth to life.}