I watch the white wolf with a raging curiosity. Something draws me to his distant, violet eyes. He’s so quiet around me, leaving me to only observe and guess at what he is experiencing. All I want to do is help him grasp whatever he is reaching for.
I’ve seen many come and go from this place, but I’ve never seen such a gentle soul placed into this cruel fate. Regardless of how they treat him here, he doesn’t seem to be angry. He passively accepts what is happening. I have to wonder why that is. Perhaps he came from a far worse place. I know he is afraid, but there’s something else that hides behind the amethyst orbs that stare longingly towards something I cannot see…something that prevents him from running away.
He’s obsessed with Misha, the one in charge of him. I still feel like that won’t end well for him, but as far as I know, Misha hasn’t harmed him. Perhaps Misha was telling the truth when he told me he felt something different for this one…
I doubt it. I don’t trust Misha at all, and I don’t want the wolf to get hurt. I care about him.
I had a dream the other day. It’s been so long since I’ve dreamt, but he was there. We were in the valley below the Lookout Point, and we were walking along the fields of emerald. When he looked at me, I felt energized. He smiled at me, and I felt free. When he grasped my hand, my wrist felt strange, and the mark that had been burned into me started to glisten with a flame. He told me to fly.
I flew that night. In my dreams I turned into the phoenix that I once was. The mark ripped apart as my feathers spouted and I took flight. I carried him to my favorite spot in the entire world, one that could only be reached by a phoenix, and we watched the sunset together.
It is silly that one dream could shake my emotions so much. I watch him smile as Misha enters the room and it nearly destroys me. Misha goes weeks ignoring the wolf, and then comes rushing back to him like he means the world to him. The wolf believes him. I feel so horrible. I don’t know what to do.
All I want to do is make him smile the same way he smiles when he sees Misha, but this is just wishful thinking. Each day, I consider reaching my hand just a little farther for him, but he doesn’t care about me. I come second to Misha, who doesn’t even deserve his attention. He doesn’t realize I love him, and I can’t understand why.
I can no longer just tell him I love him. He has the wrong idea from Misha, and the words have been tainted. You shouldn't have to tell someone you love them, it should be apparent in all that you do. My actions will speak my love for me.
Written from Kato's point of view, because Kato deserves more attention.
I should mention that this would be earlier in the story, when Kato is still getting to know Decipher.
NOTE: This picture isn't canon, in case you didn't read the text. Just wishful thinking.
Also goddammit. My fans have got me drawing shit with Kato and Decipher together 8| I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
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