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Wordless ways prompt 11, 34 or 17 please

17. Folding their clean laundry and putting it away. 34. Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

Manhattan sunsets truly are breathtaking. Ash didn't lie about that. Seeing the sun sink down behind the skyline to the west, its rays glinting and sparkling against the glass and steel of all the skyscrapers, makes Eiji's fingers twitch for a camera even on the dreariest days. The golden hour is magnified tenfold when every surface is a mirror.

And yet, today, he can't appreciate any of it. All he can do is worry.

That's the problem with doing the laundry, see; it keeps his hands busy, but leaves his mind free to wander. And as he matches another pair of socks, all he can think is that it's sundown, and Ash isn't home yet.

"He'll be back soon, Eiji," Bones tries to offer, but it's cold comfort when Eiji's already spent entire evenings in this empty apartment alone, hoping and praying that Ash would return safe and sound, until he fretted himself to sleep on the sofa.

"I know," Eiji says listlessly, and reaches for one of Ash's shirts, to fold and set atop the neat stack of the rest. "You always say that."

Bones makes a soft, strained sound, tugging at the end of his braid in the way he always does when he's thinking, or stressed. "He's--nothing's gonna keep him from coming back here, to you. He's Boss. He'll be fine. You gotta know that."

And here--

Eiji wants to snap, sometimes. It would be unkind, and cruel, and he knows that the boys need to see Ash as peerless and invincible so that they feel safe following his lead, but sometimes Eiji wants to snap anyway, because Ash doesn't need that.

Ash needs someone to see him. The darling boy with years of hurt heaped upon his heart, the jokester who makes fun of Eiji's fashion sense and runs away at the sight of a pumpkin. The perfectly imperfect, vulnerable human that he really is.

Eiji sees him. Sometimes he wonders if anyone else ever has.

"I don't know that," he finally says, and reaches for another shirt. His fingers catch on a tear in the side, and his eyes widen as he realizes what the brown discoloration alongside it is: a bloodstain.

Here it is, then: direct evidence that Ash hurts and bleeds the same as anyone else.

A hard lump rises in Eiji's throat. His chest grows tight.

"Eiji," Bones tries again. "I know you're worried, but you gotta have more faith in 'im. He's fine. Promise."

On the strap of Eiji's camera bag hangs the omamori his sister gave him. An enmusubi, for luck in finding a deep, true love. It sits innocuously in the corner by his desk, now, tucked aside while his camera click-click-clicks away to document the men doing horrific things in the building next door. The sun catches it, in the evenings, just for a few minutes before it sinks below the horizon.

"Can you pass me my sewing kit?" he asks quietly, staring down at the torn fabric across his lap. "His shirt is ripped here."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Is it on your desk?"

"Top right-side drawer, behind you," Eiji says. And while Bones rummages around to find it, he swallows the tears that threaten to fall and takes a deep breath. He might not be able to do much for Ash, not in the ways that matter, but at least he can do this.

So he sits, he sews, and he waits. He listens to the silence, the lack of a key in the door, and he passes the needle through the fabric over and over.

And he prays, quietly, to whatever gods are listening, the same thing he prays for daily: that whatever power is in his omamori can bring his love home again, just for one more night.

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#asheiji #bones #written #its funny because its asheiji but ash isnt even there lol #oops this one was a bit sad but uhhhh canonverse has some Sad Eiji Hours #set sometime btwn 17-18!#rimi talks

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