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The picture that was being painted for him seemed as clear as day - Yujin had both anticipated and loathed an outcome like this, but even now, he smiled at Richard, gently, as a barrage of words, of softened complaints hit him. Was this too much? Love could crush someone, make them crumble like fine dust, grind them into fibrous powder all the same; that, too, had to be turn-off for some and Yujin, who knew that his very own love language was both touch and gifting, praising and glorifying, was …

His finger ran along the golden trimmings of his clothing, tracing it absentmindedly, waiting, prying, eyeing - what was going to happen if he let go? Dayan wished he knew, wanted to be aware of more, of worse than whatever ill fate had befallen both him and that accursed blood pumping through his disturbed veins. Once upon a time, to be his fathers son, that would have meant something, but now? His father lay dead in the dirt, not cremated but buried, hidden from those very eyes that now bore i…

“Ich wünschte, ich könnte es dir beantworten.”, erwiderte Rikiya ihm, seine Augen müde, seine Lippen von einem Lächeln umspielt. Sein eigener Sohn bereitete ihm Sorgen - Nayantai bereitete ihm die letzten fünf Jahre Sorgen, und die Jahre zuvor tat er nichts anderes. Widerwillig wie der kalte Nordwind stritt er durchs Leben, mit seinem Kopf in den Wolken, als wäre er für etwas durchaus größeres bestimmt als das ihm ein vom Krieg zerfressenes Land bieten konnte, und dennoch schaffte er es nur knap…

Louis showing up was a mystifying situation all in itself - Josiah knew him, much better than he knew himself at times, and he was aware that this occurrence seemed rare, for multiple reasons. “That’s good, but you should rest more. You can’t just say: ‘Jo, you are on bedrest, but me? I won’t do it!’, that’s like saying ‘Rules for thee but not for me’.”, he reprimanded his best friend sternly. Nobody would benefit from Louis staying injured for long, hell, even Lou himself would likely grow to d…

They looked at him, dumbfounded, the moment they received two blankets, already willing to share with Genji yet again, but they also knew that he had everything he needed and as tender and ready to complain as they were, he simply wanted them to just settle and decide for themselves if this was the right course for the night. Perhaps they felt bad about their complaints now, and if not for that, they at least were feeling spurred on by a desire to do other things, likely to keep themselves eithe…

With Fhaergus? By the gods, right, this idiot came with an entire nation. "As if anyone would ever give me Fhaergus, well, unless they are called Caelan of Fhaergus, I suppose." And smitten by the likes of Ronan of Alster, who was nothing more than a blushing mess, harboring secrets from a man that would lay down his life for him, it seemed. This was stupid, much like Caelan was, and Ronan would be happy to shove him off, and yet, he could hardly do that, knowing what Caelan was on about a bit t…

"And if I want to?", he teased Richard in turn, well aware that it might not be in the blondes best interest, but Yujin cared for him, more than just a bit. If he'd let him, he'd drown him in gifts, in toys, in plants, in kittens, in whatever his heart desired, and if it was something as simple as a thousand dead birds, he'd catch those for him as well. Yujin was, of course, struck by an arrow, something that would be a foreign concept to him, but someone had once mentioned Cupid, and how it was…

Being out here was exciting, no, exhilerating even, but there was nothing much Ignatius could sift through to assure himself that this was the right path that he was taking - the world didn't simply stop because they needed a moment of respite, a second to heal, and eternity to quabble, not in the slightest, but even then, it was worth trying to brave the calm before the storm and make amends for things that were yet to happen, transpire between now and the next month, all the while they were to…

> Cybernetics Headquarters, Former Soul-Zero Cradle A flicker of the screen later and Zero was gone, and with him, even Sovereign seemed to have decided to pull the power on the screen itself, in some way, to give himself - itself? - some rest. Morris wasn't sure what it was going to accomplish to leave these two to their own devices, but prodding a hibernating bear, so to speak, would have consequences and he himself, well, he needed a cigarette, a shower, then some mouthwash and then a good ni…

Tagging along with Logan was one thing, the Lark was certain of that, but to meet his travel companions was something she didn't often get to experience: At times they had no interest in her herself, but plenty of her wares, and on other days, they were out to simply hear a word from beyond the border, but there were also the ones that she never caught hide nor hair of, as Logan helped them traverse elsewhere, not across but along the border, and as such, they were not in need of her services, o…

Kosuke was a worrywart and Gin had noticed that a while ago, but he did fine, otherwise he would have had to put his hands on himself and figure half of this out on his own, even though he lacked expertise, it was, well, fine. Nothing to write home about, but that would be ridiculous anyway. While his heart still beat in his chest a bit, he put his lower arm over his eyes and leaned back, taking a sweet, sweet moment to gather his disordered thoughts that flourished in all kinds of directions - …

What had he expected? Jo wished he knew - with Louis here, he couldn't even say that he was displeased, no, it defintiely was the opposite of that, even if he had expected someone like Lucy, or an entirely different person. What was up anyway? Louis came in, at the very least, which told Josiah he wouldn't bolt immediately and sat down, too, which pleased the contortionist all the same. Had he missed him? No, Louis was too stoic for that, but Jo had yearned for him, perhaps a little ways too muc…

Not being able to perform was perhaps one of the worst things that could happen to him, outside the usual bad things that happened to him. Josiah was, no matter how he’d look at it, a pessimist at heart - it had him argue with Louis it times, it made him argue with Lucy at times, and yet, right now, the atmosphere in his trailer was almost serene, all throughout the entire nights show, even when Lucy left for a while for her part of the act, Jo found himself pouring over his books and relaxing l…

Blair snorted - he wasn't being caught redhanded, but simply surprised to have the obvious pointed out to him. "Good thing that what you think isn't what is fact. Don't worry, I'm indifferent to him, really - I just think he is too clingy, and at times, that gets in the way." Who was to say that the two of them couldn't play and have fun together anymore? Of course there was talks of jealousy, of realizing that perhaps, Blair was simply trying to worm his way back into Louis life and serve him R…

Was he wrong for defaulting to one of them? Blair didn't think himself to be at fault, knowing that he was simply following the guiding hand that led him around the circus in one swift move, but he knew that if he could've brought more, he was sure that Louis' would have appreciated more. Who was at fault, really? While he despaired over the thought, much more than he wanted to, he felt as if the colors of the show, and the candleshine that wrapped around Louis like a blanket were a sign - if do…

Blair had returned in one piece, neither happy nor sad about his miniscule findings, but then again, Louis hadn't specificed anything - sure, he was capable of thinking for himself, and yet, when he was quizzed on the identity of the stranger that had been arguing with Roy, all he could muster was an innocent, somewhat idiotic smile. "I heard her voice. It was likely Ruth, but there's a chance it wasn't. The wood muffled it, somewhat." The male voice had belonged to Roy, there were no two ways a…

With himself occupied, Blair thought that this was it for tonight - Roy wouldn't show up on purpose, get up to some shenanigans that both him and Louis missed and that was that. In the end, it would've been a good run of fostering understanding, or at least an attempt of it, and Blair already imagined his life back at where it had started out; somewhat dull in Roy's maw, where he'd exert pressure on him until he'd break apart under the weight again, and then again, and eventually, he'd reach out…

Picking up Louis from his trailer hadn't been on his list of tasks. If no one did it, though, he might not turn up or oversleep, even if Blair doubted it, and yet, the nagging feeling wouldn't leave him until he actually made his way to the entrance of the tent, only to be surprised by the face he'd been looking for just ever so slightly beyond it. "There you are.", he mouthed, breathing a sigh of relief - for a moment, he had discredited him, it seemed, and lumped him in with the likes of Roy a…

"Touché." Blair accepted his defeat at the hands of Louis - he knew everyone in this circus somewhat well, down to their quirks and behavior, while he himself had loose concepts of what most of them were like, if only because he liked observing from afar, but never actually joining the conversation. How did that one saying go? You could lead a horse to a body of water, yet couldn't force it to drink from it - Blair wasn't much different from a stubborn horse like that, no, but when it came down …

“I’m sure he knows that and chooses to ignore it, anyway.”, he replied, looking at the mirror in front of them and using it to look into Louis’ face, which he couldn’t see otherwise from this specific angle. Roy was charlatan, one of those few that seemed to think that, despite everything that had happened, the world revolved around him, still, despite the fact that he was aware of the ringmaster, his existence and all the expectations he had for those that he took under his literal and metaphor…