or rather, it takes a moment -- takes shiro's careful hand to coax out the shape: the hourglass from bellatrix to saith twisted thin, the faint double-bright burning of betelgeuse and (just maybe) a smaller star wheeled behind it. his hand scrapes the dirt, bracing him, as he leans over a little to squint into the sky, like it's proximity that's his problem. ]
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or rather, it takes a moment -- takes shiro's careful hand to coax out the shape: the hourglass from bellatrix to saith twisted thin, the faint double-bright burning of betelgeuse and (just maybe) a smaller star wheeled behind it. his hand scrapes the dirt, bracing him, as he leans over a little to squint into the sky, like it's proximity that's his problem. ]
He's lost weight.
[ a beat. ]
And his head.