Even if he's not actually bleeding blood into the rain; his posture on the crate makes this obvious; the rain rolls off his face features and Ten doesn't even blink or twitch. Nor is he feeling cold because of sitting still in the rain and soaking wet from head to his sandshoes.
He's also not on alert either as he should be; and doesn't hear or rather mutes out with being lost in his own mind and depression; the splish splash of footsteps coming towards him.
As he continues to stare in a trace of the rain falling into a puddle in the center of the alley; he wants - he wants to do it all over again. Even if he knows he can't and the more he thinks about all those great days with those four; the more Ten is wondering what's the point of opening yourself up and having this happen?
Then look up, very slowly. Or maybe - maybe the universe just hates him. That's it isn't it? His face towards cross; he helps you and just slap him across the face.
Then for a moment looks like he misswallowed or had a small hearts attack but more it was first feeling of his hearts hardening.
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Date: 2018-11-09 09:59 pm (UTC)He's also not on alert either as he should be; and doesn't hear or rather mutes out with being lost in his own mind and depression; the splish splash of footsteps coming towards him.
As he continues to stare in a trace of the rain falling into a puddle in the center of the alley; he wants - he wants to do it all over again. Even if he knows he can't and the more he thinks about all those great days with those four; the more Ten is wondering what's the point of opening yourself up and having this happen?
Then look up, very slowly. Or maybe - maybe the universe just hates him. That's it isn't it? His face towards cross; he helps you and just slap him across the face.
Then for a moment looks like he misswallowed or had a small hearts attack but more it was first feeling of his hearts hardening.