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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 …

Ronan wasn't the most enduring, nor was he the most loving at times - he was right to see things inbetween the cracks, right to fail to figure out what it meant to really be someone he wanted to be, but that didn't mean he could love Caelan any less anyhow. There were no two ways about his infatuation with that man, the one that held him so very close right now, and the one that made it downright impossible for him to ever think of a future that didn't encompass him as well, in some way, shape o…

Caelan really wasn’t wrong, his worries anything but unfounded, but Ronan couldn’t shake the feeling that those were something he couldn’t alleviate in a single conversation. What did it matter if the two of them grumbled over something so trivial, though? Other people simply had it worse than they ever would, something he didn’t need to blurt out - both of them understood it all just fine. “Noble ambitions. How do you plan on getting around without speaking a lick of the language, huh?”, Ronan …

"Don't we all? Less the sailing part, and more the being away from it all part. If I were that happy about becoming duke myself, I hardly would crawl away from home and spend some alone time in a hut in some modest village." Not that anyone needed to know of him scraping by like that in the first place. Many would call it disgraceful, shameful even, for a young lord like himself to flee from both his home and duties as he pleased, to hide among the commoners who often were less lucky, in both th…

"You know you can't wind your way out of that.", Ronan reminded him, even when it was obvious he needn't. What other solution was there to a problem that was entirely in their heads? An obvious solution was nowhere to be found and frustration seeped into his very being at the mere consideration that why, yes, there was nothing to be gained from toiling about in this relationship in the first place. It needed but one mistake, one fuck-up so to speak and they were both disgraced, if not executed i…

Verrückt wäre er ohnehin geworden, daran musste er keine Zweifel hegen. Nayantai wusste, dass die Wahrscheinlichkeit, all das einfach wegzustecken derart gering war, dass es doch noch eher möglich schien, sich einen zweiten Kopf wachsen zu lassen, einen zu viel, den er nicht brauchen konnte. Würde er Sorgen hegen, die selbst Rains Umarmung nicht tilgen konnte? In seine Brust würde es sich ätzen, ein tiefes Loch in bereits geschundenes Gewebe brennen, neue Narben hinterlassen, die selbst die Zeit…

“And yet you haven’t hurt me since… just an observation, of sorts.”, Mikuni recalled, not trying to make a fool of himself or the situation in the slightest. If anything, he wanted for Genji to feel comfortable around him, as much as any of that was possible. What good was it if the two of them were not able to put the slightest bit of trust in one another? There was simply no merit in continuing onward if it were so, nor were there any sort of gratification from words left unspoken, to avoid no…

Blair didn’t move for the time being, it was like he had taken root deep in the soil beneath him, anchored himself like an old, steadfast tree that no breeze, no wind, no storm or bolt of lightning, rain of fire, could hope to ever return back to whence it came, to ashes from above, drizzling onto a world once as blank as theirs. “You’ve seen him.”, he reminded Louis. “We don’t heal that absurdly fast either, no matter how powerful we think we are, or how much power we hold.” A predicament that …

“I’d be too, if I was in your shoes.”, Blair mumbled apologetically - he already hated being like this, but to be like Louis was both blessing and curse at once, and that he was certainly sure of. “Do you want me to take a look? Stitches could be too tight, or you might need a cleaning.” An infection didn’t sound prosperous either, Blair could only hope it wasn’t that. But why would it be anyhow? They’d taken care of it, proper and good, as best as they could, which had to stand for something, b…

What a persistent issue that was, much like Roy. “Do you think it’s stress? Tension?”, Blair suggested in regards to the headache that, by now, should have subsided. Louis wasn’t granted a single day or respite, and whereas Blair extended his hand to offer him one, the inner workings of his mind were a mystery to him - they drowned his words out, or perhaps he still hadn’t made it clear enough that he was done and through with playing Roy’s to shoo around. “Not really, no. But it’s not like that…

Blair was but the shadow of a lesser man these days, his hulking frame ever frail, his head of blonde hair crowned by the sun that couldn’t ever breathe warmth and therefore life into the body he still found himself trapped within. He towered over them, took in sights reserved for few, with a pair of watchful eyes that were more than equipped to sniff out any sort of misconduct, and yet, or in spite of it, he’d trapped the shreds of a soul that was no longer his to harbor between his calcified r…

Why was Louis this worried for him? Josiah understood it the first time. Roy was an asshole, someone he shouldn’t trifle with or ever consider someone he was safe around. And yet, regardless of that fact, he’d no plans to rendezvous with a man like that from the start - the other side of the circus seemed even more distant now, not just a stone throw away, and Louis? He, too, was slipping from a grasp that Jo had never had on him in the first place. “You better.”, he demanded. “Is he now?” Who h…

Rain hatte nicht Unrecht - Nayantai klammerte sich an die Hoffnung, ihm etwas zurückzugeben, das Rain womöglich nicht wollte, und selbst wenn, dann hatte er eigentlich andere Prioritäten. Nicht einmal hatte er sich selbst für einen Quacksalber gehalten, für jemanden, der sich sein Leben schönredete und doch tat er es gerade - warf sich zusammen mit Rain in die Fänge eines Monsters, dem sie beide nicht gewachsen waren, weil er lieber wild um sich schlug und Wunden auftrennte, die nun einmal erst …

Konnte er das denn nicht? Nayantai wollte nicht mehr, als Rain wenigstens einen Teil seiner Heimat zurückzugeben, oder einen Ort, den er annähernd so nennen konnte. Zumindest hatte er sich so sehr darauf versteift, dass es für ihn noch das Richtige zu sein schien, auch, wenn er tief in seinem Inneren von sich aus sagen konnte, dass es das nicht war - bei weitem nichts. Faule Ausreden, um sein Gesicht zu wahren - das letzte bisschen menschlichen Verstand, bevor er sich in eine Schlucht warf, weil…

Aufhören? Er kannte doch nichts anderes! Jeden Moment, in welchem er sich nach Ruhe sehnte, verachtete er schlussendlich aufs Blut, weil er doch ohnehin wusste, dass er nie für die Ewigkeit bestimmt war - es war seinerseits alles andere, als dumm, an der einzigen, kraftzerrenden Konstante in seinem Leben festzuhalten. “Und was dann? Ich kann doch nicht aufhören so lange da draußen noch ein Krieg tobt! Wir haben doch schon so lange gerastet, die ganzen letzten Monate - ich brauche irgendetwas, an…