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Genji agreed to their advances, the stupid ones no less, and it forced a chuckle past their lips. What was that? One small gesture was enough to tame this demon of a man? What a funny turn of events, no, a downright hilarious one, let alone that he’d even let himself be spooned by the likes of them as well. The amalgamation of two people, of one that dearly loved him and someone that felt indifference, if a little fear, cuddled up to him some more, burying their face in his shoulder, a crude but…

Sein Kopf fühlte sich gleichermaßen leer und überfüllt an - Nayantai wusste selbst weder, was es war, das er wollte, noch konnte er sich entscheiden, ob das, was er für sich selbst beanspruchte nun wirklich das war, wonach sein Verstand und sein Körper verlangte. Schon lange fühlte er sich nicht mehr wie derjenige, der die Zügel seines eigenen Lebens in den müden Händen hielt, sondern als würde er einfach mitgezogen werden, es sich gefallen lassen, einfach niemand zu sein - keine Vergangenheit, …

War etwas passiert? Nayantai hielt nicht auch nur ein Wimpernzucken inne, um sich die Frage auf der Zunge zergehen zu lassen. Theoretisch war nichts passiert, nichts das auch nur irgendeine Wolfsseele in Aufruhr versetzt hätte und doch war er es gewesen, der so tat, als kaute der Zahn der Zeit an Rains Rückkehr, als wäre die so geringe Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass er zwischen diesem und jenem Zelt für immer verschwand so hoch gewesen, dass es unausweichlich war, sich Sorgen um ihn zu machen. “Er wol…

Im Inneren des Zeltes köchelte es, nicht wortwörtlich, oder viel eher, nicht in die Richtung, die Rain wohl erwartete - Nayantai schien rastlos auf und ab zu stampfen, von einem Fixpunkt den keiner sehen konnte, zu einem Anderen, der lediglich ihm aufzufallen schien. Schweigen hatte sich über die grollende Miene des finsteren Monsters gelegt, wie der Nebel ein Tal nach einem erbitterndem Herbstregen heimsuchte. Kannte man ihn nicht, so würde man wohl glauben, man wäre geradlinks in seine Falle g…

“Die gab es mal, aber heutzutage interessiert sich keiner dafür.”, erwiderte Mei ihm, als sie ihre Augen nicht von ihrem Handwerk abzuwenden wusste, als wäre sie daran festgeklebt. “Wir hatten genügend Tee, du hättest dich daran satt trinken können. Uralt, in feste Klotze gepresst, größer als dein Kopf. Und ziemlich brennbar.” Sie herumzuschleppen war nicht oft handlich, das tat heutzutage auch keiner mehr, zumindest nicht in genau jener Größenordnung, aber die Wenigen die davon existierten ware…

"You got me there, I'll admit.", Dayan sighed, relieved. What a weird thing to just blurt out without thinking about the consequences or anything else, really. Was Lucien fine? Who knew, it was neither his place to pry, nor was it within his virtues to do it right now. "I'm glad, because I won't." That was the general assumption. Right, he could live without the rest of the world thinking he was more than willing to hurt someone not much smaller, but more petite than him, like he was some sort o…

“Absolutely not! I’m not going to hurt you, that just wouldn’t be right.”, Dayan immediately protested the slightest notion tinged into that absurd of a direction. What was wrong with Lucien seemed to turn more into a question of what wasn’t wrong with him, or where he picked up on these things - was this another joke Dayan didn’t get? “You don’t mean that, right?”, he wanted to make sure, if not for Lucien, then himself. This guy proved to be ridiculous, all the way, and Dayan had to hand it to…

“I’m ticked off at everything and everyone including myself at this point, and while I doubt I’d seriously harm you, ever, I can’t guarantee I won’t get annoyed. Just know that I can be better than that, and that I will apologize for any misgivings.”, Dayan elaborated, maybe for Lucien, maybe to ease his own mind. Whatever the case, this surely wasn’t the last time they’d clash over something, Dayan felt that somewhere in the pits of his stomach, where nothing else but pain lay. Would he benefit…

“I’m not sending you anywhere or condemning you for your opinion, you just do a good job at pissing me off.”, he admitted outright, quite aware that he should be the one to sugarcoat his complex set of emotions, the ones that he was feeling in this moment anyhow. Would Lucien hate him for it? Who knew, really. A set of those eyes was enough to creep him out and not want to stare into his face more than necessary, like they were hounding him down to the very depths of hell sometime soon. “You don…

On and on, like he was spiraling downhill, like they were tussling and turning over the bend of one of Myriads hills, fighting for the fun of it. Dayan had nothing, had zilch, wanted nothing more than to end this stupid charade and move on with his life as it was, but that wasn’t possible - and yet, giving up, becoming the man that everyone wanted him to be, take it without complaint and be happy he was handed more spoons than he ever asked for, that was what people desired of him? A fake, sympa…

Was his head reeling or rolling? Dayan wondered about the difference, or if it even made sense for him to continue fighting an opinion that Lucien simply head - he was thick headed at the worst times, a great attitude to have, but he wasn’t prone to lashing out, or even having a meltdown over something so small in the grand scheme of things. This wasn’t great, he ought to admit, but what had ever been better than his fathers soothing encouragement in a tangle of webs, an amalgam of lies that spr…

Dayan rolled his eyes, in annoyance as much as it was in complicit realization that no matter what he said, it seemed to go into one of Luciens ears, get stuck in his brain and he spouted something that Dayan hardly wanted to hear, even if it wasn't a nice way to think about it. Fearing his subjects was about a valid reason as any as to not want to ascend the throne that seemeed like a hurdle once it was occupied, one that people would love tearing apart in just a small second if they could mana…

"Most things aren't as bad as you make them out to be initially, that's just how life is - we all think about how doomed we are, or how we have hurdles to overcome, and then, when you can't even do that, they crush you under their weight. Metaphorically, at least, not physically.", Dayan scoffed, distaste for the topic tinging his voice. None of his feelings were unfounded, they came from genuine fear that he could and would never be able to control, as desperately as he wanted to, it just wasn'…

“The crown is a manacle.”, Dayan grumbled in turn. Heavy was the head that wore the crown - it was a fate like no other, one that he wanted to spit on, set aflame and hope it would disappear into nothingness. “It’s not that I desire a good for nothing life like that freak.”, he spat, the sour aftertaste in his throat permeating through the air as it poisoned his words, sharpened them like the tip of an arrow shot to kill. “It’s that this is not what I want, and not how my life should be. Dwellin…

To be king, that was never his role - the heir to the throne had always been Richard, it was his role by birthright, and Dayan? As ridiculous as he found it as a child, as much as nobody wished to crush his dreams under their heels, as free spirited he grew up. Soon, his younger self realized that there was nothing to be jealous about when it came to the role his younger brother would inherit, as it only brought one restriction after the other, and so, he set his sights on becoming his righthand…

Lucien’s steed was a formidable one, something Dayan could imagine at a plethora of shows, displaying it’s beauty, it’s skills - the poise with which it walked, carried it’s master, making his own pedigree spark brighter than even the sun in that silly moment, but what was it worth? A horse like this was wasted on menial tasks like carrying it’s master, dirtying it’s coat, going about anywhere but into it’s stable, where it should sit like a marble statue, left to be admire by only those who wer…

“I wasn’t insinuating you were pressed for anything, simply a gesture of goodwill for doing more than you should. My thanks, of sorts.”, he murmured under his breath, stung by the remark in the worst way - would everyone think he pitied them now, just because he offered them a helping hand? What a disgraceful pack of hounds his subjects ought to be if that was how they thought. Should he sneer at Lucien’s example? No, he wasn’t quite that haughty, or self-absorbed - Dayan learned forgive and for…

"Sorten?", röchelte Mei amüsiert, als hätte Rain ihr einen Scherz - den Weltbesten - aufgetischt und behauptet, das wäre sein voller Ernst, mit unbewegter Miene und einem Funkeln in den Augen, das sie gar nicht erst erhaschen konnte. "Die schmecken so ziemlich alle gleich. Kommt drauf an ob du ihn lieber bitter oder süß magst, wirklich.", erklärte sie ihm noch schnell, bevor sie die beiden Becher auf der Arbeitsfläche abstellte und sich selbst wieder auf ihren Allerwertesten fallen ließ, um ihre…

Nick liebte es, die Dummen zu schikanieren und sich selbst besser dastehen zu lassen, als er das eigentlich war - wenn er sich nun einmal ehrlich war, dann war er derjenige, der diesen ganzen Ruhm und Reichtum verdiente, und Leute wie Jamie? Die konnte er mitziehen, denen konnte er vermutlich mehr als nur eine Nacht auf diesem Campus oder irgendwo anders auf dieser verruchten Welt spendieren und sich dann darüber lustig machen, dass sie ihm alle aus der Hand fraßen als wäre er nicht mehr als irg…

Auch, als Rain ihr seinen Wunsch nach einem Getränk entgegnete, ließ sie sich schlichtweg nicht dazu hetzen - sie hatten beide Zeit, das wusste Mei doch. Mit einem Nicken erhob sie sich schließlich doch noch, eine ganze Weile später als die Stille zwischen ihnen beiden schon fast unangenehm geworden war, und setzte einen Kessel inmitten des kleinen Feuers, das mittig im Zelt brannte. Kleiner als das jedes anderen Zeltes, womöglich um die bereits erstarrten, verdorrten Laubstücke und Äste nicht a…