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Inviting this guy into his home might have been the first mistake he made, but definitely not the last. All in all, he wasn't quite fond of anything that was going on - not here, not out there, not elsewhere or even within his own mind, but what mattered was that he at least tried his earnest. Who would earnestness save? Not his own skin, Quan had made sure of that, and he wouldn't want it any other way - he deserved what was coming for him, on account of thinking others also deserved what was c…

Quan didn't know what to think of Richard. Admirable, that he was, but also insane, for coming here and leaving it at that. No wonder Xu thought of him as a thorn in his side, wanting to dispose of him the first chance he got, but even worse, he also seemed to be more than willing to actually go through with it, by any means necessary. To Quan, none of this would matter under any normal circumstances, but under these? He was slowly but surely losing his marbles. "Who even knows. Maybe I am. Mayb…

As the kettle was brewing, water was heating, he leaned against the wall and tossed a glance back at Richard, tried to make it somewhat more appealing to himself that he was about to let this man in on his secrets, told himself that if he killed him now, maybe none of that would be relecant anyhow. What did it matter? Quan had given up the chance to govern himself a long, long time ago and someone like Richard wasn't a thorn in his side but Xu's, who so very desperately would like to rid himself…

Quan chuckled, of course he meant that cursed land past the border, something that he clung to and hopefully would disappear back to if he were given the chance, and yet, instead, it sounded like he was here to stay for whatever reason that may be. This was stupid, wasn't it? To hate on someone that was only here because he had to be, while Quan was hardly that different. Was he? Richard was about the closest he had been to someone outside of Kun or Jia in a while, even if Yujin showed up he see…

A bleating lamb had presented itself in front of him like some sort of worthy sacrifice and Quan wasn't all too happy about it - if Yujin himself had overheard the two talking, maybe he'd have felt more inclined to fess up, instead, he was presented with a shambling ghost of what was once a man and Quan felt pity for him, a short burst that lasted a second and then burnt out, like the flame in his hearth at home likely had by now. "Home?", he reiterated, taken aback. This place was no home for t…

Quan just about had had it with Xu and his stupidity. Not once had this man be willing to ever admit to his own shortcomings, to the fact he was fucked up and had much bigger issues than he was willing to admit, oh no. While Yujin often claimed that his father, Shuren, was the insane one, which Quan didn't have the guts to deny, given the side of him he'd seen, Xu was in a league of his own, blessed with a temper so bad, he was capable of making his father the laughingstock of entire courts if t…

Yujin spent his day idling by - he trained with Muhan, frustrated beyond belief, and it showed. While his training picked up and he was getting better at what he was doing, it was downright obvious he was malicious about it, or at the very least more than just angry. Whenever someone paid close attention, he played nice enough, but when it was just his father, he was focused on taking the old man out, one way or the other, and if he'd let him at any point, Yujin would likely beat him to a pulp w…

What had he expected anyhow? To crawl into Richards arms like a wounded animal, mewl a few times, as pathetic as he was, and then for everything to magically work out somewhat? This seemed like an idiotic idea, borderline stupid if he were honest and still, he went through with it, just like the idiot he had always been, always needed to be. Yujin couldn't know himself if he knew nobody else, wouldn't understand the meaning behind any and all words he could muster if he no longer was able to man…

Ruoxe found amusement that she could stick into the bouquet she called her voice, like a yellow flower springing to life. Kittens? Here? She had caught that with but a glimpse, something she hated her eyes for at times, yet didn't utter a word in regards to them. "I get it, don't worry. Sleep well." With that, she trailed off, far away from this specific room and back to her own. Where else would she go? There was nothing of use out there, not tonight and not for her, and if anything, she was be…

Ruoxe should be the one to take it upon herself to leave as well, she figured, but before she could even get up to trail after Richard, another man by the table was forcing himself up - it was like Richards word, which was acknowledged with one fo Shurens non-descriptive nods - had caused a mass exodus to take place. Right then and there, Yujin also got up, finally tearing himself free from Yins grasp, this time forcefully - Ruo wanted to stay, sit and watch all of a sudden, knew that expression…

Being faced with Richards dessert, she shoved it back in front of him the moment he as much as dared to tilt it her way. Ruoxe wasn’t going to eat all of that, she had never finished any of her own plates either, not once tonight. Why would she? Her father expected some sort of decorum, the ability to restrain oneself and present themselves and thankfully for all the people present, his children loved playing that part if they were promised something in advance. Tonight, he’d promised her nothin…

Spooning her egg into the rice, Ruoxe didn't keep close watch on anyone seated at this table, couldn't care less, but she noticed just how meager Richards appetite was, for all that lay on his plate seemed to never diminish, no matter if he put something in his mouth, something she saw quite clearly, or just left it be as was. Again, was that really any of her business? She should stay out of it, she knew that well enough, but on the other hand, her brother, who should be paying close attention,…

Was Richard just a schmuck? Ruoxe couldn't tell, she desperately desired to know if she could test the waters with him, however - how much was too much, and how long until it pissed someone off? The thought alone was funny in her head, saving her brother from unwanted advances by giving his boyfriend of sorts unwanted advances, or rather, pissing Richard off, but she knew that her seat at this table was that of an island with one port, and if Richard cut her off for the night, no matter how cons…

Yujin wanted out of whatever conversation Yin was interested in - he couldn't figure out why she or her father were part of a family dinner in the first place, or who the other woman was that Xun had brought, but she was the least of his concerns, given the other people present at this table. "That sounds more boring than whatever this is.", Ruo complained to Richard in the meantime, completely disinterested in the soup she had been served and was supposed to chow down on. A bite here, a slurp t…

What was he so nervous for? Yujin didn't know himself, even when Yin mostly left him be - Yin? Right, that was her name, he recalled as much, and the face she bore was too close for comfort, too. Was it wrong of him to not have his thoughts in order? Almost startled he took the bread basket from Richard, who's reluctance of keeping ahold of his hand had hardly been noticeable to him. Yujin felt like an idiot in that moment, confused beyond belief as to why he was acting like he was a groundhog w…

Yujin idled by, took all for granted, always, and now that he couldn't, he found that training kept his mind off of things when it started to wander - with memory came pain, with Richard soltitude and at the same time, a wave of loneliness carved itself into his chest. Despite all of his promises, now and forevermore, he wasn't cut out to be all that he wanted to be. There was ringing in his ears at times, words that were whispers on the wind haunted him and Richard, who was improving bit by bit…

"It feels like she'd like to come with, though, but ... I don't think she can simply materialize a body of her own. So you'd still be stuck with me." A body that, temporarily, could brave all that it needed to to be equal to Genji, but even then, Mikuni found himself being nagged by the voice in his head from time to time. She wanted this of him, no that, and then, when she finally figured out how to make his body hers, she hardly ever wanted to hand it back. As obedient as the priest was, he ha…

Ronan shivered even before Caelan put his hands on him to put him back inside but that made it even worse. Caelan was warm, was comforting and Ronan? He was anything but, which sounded odd at first glance, but it was the reality of it all - was that why he preferred being so close to him at all times? Like a cat, caught redhanded for seeking its owners warmth, he tiptoed around the subject in his head and considered his options. "You're warm enough that I don't need one. Besides, I wasn't planni…

"It's alright.", Mikuni told Genji, not even sure what it was that was so right to him. Being brought somewhere he could spend the rest of his days, or him listening to everything Otoha would ever throw at his head? If he could figure that out, he thought, maybe it would be easier to help Genji out of the pinch he found himself in. "But aren't you looking to help yourself? I'm sure she knows how to help you, maybe?", he suggested, not knowing what he was actually proposing. Was it stupid of him …

Too late? Wasn't it already too late to have that kind of regrets? Ronan felt groggy, maybe partially because he really didn't want to leave Caelans side and partially because his body was fighting for something, anything, while his mind was busy chasing after ink black dots speckled throughout his mind, chasing after dreams like a predator would chase after a deer. Did he hate it? Maybe just a little. With a sigh of defeat, he let himself be manhandled - as promised - and for once, he was glad …