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Oyu konnte gar nicht behaupten, dass sie Caelan oder Muhans Beweggründe wirklich verstand - die einzigen Personen, die sie in ihrem Leben je liebte, waren ihre Eltern gewesen und für das Konzept einer anderen Liebe, oder für etwa die Sorge um ein eigenes Kind, nun, dafür war sie eindeutig zu jung und durchaus zu naiv, wenn nicht sogar zu arrogant. Abermals fand sie sich angebunden wie en bunter Hund, gefangen in einer eigenen Misere, die sie selbst nicht zu deuten wusste, aber immerhin war sie z…

Ausgerechnet jener verliebte Trottel war es, der hier unten keine Sekunde seines Lebens verloren hatte - jemand, der sich nicht so sehr an Shuren binden sollte, wie er es bereits getan hatte und auch jemand, der keine Ahnung hatte, wieso er sich wieder aus diesem Zustand herauskämpfen sollte. Für Muhan waren solche Schikanen einfach nicht wichtig, wusste er doch bestens, dass er keineswegs damit einverstanden war, wenn er hier herumsitzen müsste und sein Leben lang nichts mehr tat. Ob es Nayanta…

Diese ganze Situation hier schien also ein Desaster zu sein. Nicht nur, dass Caelan und Shuren wohl nie in ihrem Leben auf den gleichen Nenner kämen, oh nein. In Wahrheit war es wohl auch Muhan, der mit dem alten Mann ein paar Vorkehrungen treffen sollte oder wollte, schien sich zumindest Gedanken darüber gemacht zu haben, dass sie beide nicht frei von Sünde waren und auch nicht kommen und gehen konnten, wann auch immer sie wollten. So gesehen waren sie, ein für allemal, alle Gefangene eines Sch…

Die Gerüchteküche würde brodeln, da war Oyu sich fast schon sicher, als sie die Worte Caelans vernahm, während tausende von Emotionen durch Muhans gesamte Existenz zu zucken schienen. Viel Sinn machte das zwar eindeutig nicht mehr, aber er konnte der Einfachheit halber zumindest behaupten, er hätte sich von seiner Liebe zu Nayantai übermannen lassen. Oyu und Caelan kannten diesen Typen kaum und doch schien sich sein Gesicht weniger zu verdunkeln, als gedacht, kaum kam das Sprachrohr in Form eine…

Wäre Oyu so alt wie Caelan, oder zumindest so stark wie er, so hätte sie sich hier sicherlich schon mit Mühe und Not herausgekämpft - dummerweise war sie jedoch nichts als ein vorlautes Gör, das widerwillig darauf warten musste, dass die Erwachsenen in ihrem Umkreis sie brauchten und auch dazu bereit waren, sie mehr oder minder für sie arbeiten zu lassen. Genau, eigentlich hockte sie nun hier unten fest weil Shuren sie nicht länger brauchte und jeder Moment, der so verstricht, ließ mehr Galle in…

Oyu hatte sich ihre Tage wirklich anders vorgestellt - allgemein wollte sie nicht in einer Zelle herumliegen und sich fragen müssen, weshalb oder weswegen sie im untersten Stockwerk dieses dämlichen Eisschlosses landete. Eine Antwort hatte aber selbst Caelan nicht für sie und die grummelnde, nicht gerade zum Scherzen aufgelegte Gestalt hatte durchaus bessere Tage gesehen. Die Gitterstäbe, mit denen sie wich jetzt herumschlagen mussten, waren nicht aus eventuell brechbarem oder schmelzendem Eis, …

"Yes, but ... I was excited because he isn't either of us, because he has stories to tell that we may never experience. Seeing the world through a different lens is something we both could use sometimes, don't you agree?", Cecil nudged Eddie with sincerity in his voice. It was stupid, yes, he knew that well enough, but he had set his heart on a singular goal; he loved a man he apparently couldn't have, or maybe he was right and he was simply loved because Cecil had never clung to anyone else. St…

He couldn't say if this was all he had ever enivisioned for himself; in the end, Cecil thought, his own happiness was something he couldn't just force into existence, something that he couldn't take for granted. Being by Edwards side, spending every waking hour with him, that was, what he had enjoyed for the past years and, honestly, it was something that he couldn't claim to be a mere coincidence. When had he fallen for Eddie? He couldn't say. This wasn't something that anyone was able to decip…

"What do you mean? Not a fan of a bit of resistance?", Rhys asked with a treacherous chuckle. The two of them, oh, how well they fit together, almost as if they were molded to be two parts of the same thing, forced apart but inevitably connected by fate - it happened, to the best of them, and now they had met once again, painstakingly aware of all that interconnected them, ever since they first met. To someone like Rhys, Logan could be many things - a stepping stone, an emotion, a pawn, or a lov…

Normally, they coexisted, but currently they were one, begrudgingly so, and definitely stuck in their own ways, too. Otoha had different ideas, much like Mikuni and their brain was wracking itself over working with those different impulses, half of which never worked anyway - sometimes, they cancelled each other out a bit too well, didn't they? It almost hurt to admit, but it was like that and not any different - it never would be again, and the two of them didn't seem to get that they were just…

da06827e9c7a7938ca6ca11e2307c7e6b04b3ed1.pngName: Otoha-no-Homare; "Otoha", "The Goddess Of Glory" Age: Unknown, but her physical appearance - if she'd still have one - would be that of someone in their mid 20s or early 30s. Personality: Little is known about her at this point - if she chooses to interact with someone, it's almost always voluntarily and the fact that a goddess could be a sweettalker is a well-known one. Whatever Otoha wants, she gets, even if she has to lie to others or at the v…

Wasn't it easy to separate the egg from the yolk? In this case, it didn't seem to be - they didn't know what it ways that had hit them, it could have been a brick and they would have accepted it at face value, and yet, they weren't so sure about any of that. Happiness, truthfully, only came from the easy things in life, like annoying Genji or winning in a tournament of wits that nobody wanted to propose as reality in the first place. However, that was that and none of these things were genuinely…

They had a knack for getting their ass into stupid situations, didn’t they? First, Otoha was only mad at Genji and berating him constantly and now, once she had a desire to actually deal with that, Mikuni was obstructing her from doing so and essentially forcing them both to become one. The result was less than pretty, and a body that was never meant to house more than one soul probably could only do so much to combat the stupidity of it’s own host - just to make everything work again, for bette…

This definitely wasn’t where they saw themselves, not once in a thousand years, but for real, Mikuni couldn’t figure out his own body and Otoha couldn’t help but wonder how they wound up in this predicament. A situation like no other, just for the two of them, just like this, just because; just like that, everything had happened and the two of them had made a mess of themselves, become one, something that was both idiotic and unstable, but who was to blame them? Something was wrong and their sou…

Neither of them wanted to awake, no, really, both of them had dignity and they didn't want to be one, awake at the same time, confined to the same space that they always found themselves in when something didn't work out for either of them. The waves of yesteryear washed over them, crashed into them as if they didn't have any choice, and both of them were so focused on keeping themselves composed, they barely registered what was happening around them in the first place. Only when Genjis voice fi…

There was lots and lots of silence thereafter, with Otoha knowing that she had to crawl out of there, leave the world be and tell Genji that she was fine - instead, she was dragged underwater, drowned in her own brainfluid and couldn't help but wonder how she got there. Was it her own inability to keep this body together, with a mere mortal soul in it? Or did she just throw herself into disarray, simply because her thoughts were jumbled? Maybe it truly was better for someone like Genji to not qu…

Genji was such a sappy man now, she couldn't really believe that she once loved him, and yet, she couldn't blame herself for liking him either. It was, what it had to be, and quite frankly, she wasn't above denying herself something as simple as love - she still had feelings for him, she realized, and with all those feelings came the realization that she, too, wasn't immune to any of his charades, let alone the mess she made of him in the process. There was little the two of them could do like t…

„And I’m rather glad you don’t, otherwise I’d have started doubting half your reasoning for wanting to know about them in the first place. I don’t like being played with, but I’m sure you’re aware of that.“, she chastised Genji with a supple, soft smile of her own, not thinking that anything would come of their little exchange. Not a smidge of memories would flow into this guys brain, he’d just accept more and more unnecessary information as a fact and maybe even beat himself up about it, judgin…

Revelations of that matter were partially the least of her concerns and Otoha knew that she was playing a game with herself and Genji if she kept that charade up. Surely, it helped little if the two of them were glued to a narrative that one of them spun and the other ate it out of her hands as if she were a king, commanding an army to forget all they'd seen, lest they'd face the wrath of an entire kingdom that was trailing after them. Yes, in a sense, that was what made everything messier than …

There was nothing to be learned or gained from something like this - actually, there wasn’t even a way out of the maw of Genjis monstrous words and Otoha contemplated just letting those two idiots fend for themselves, but she realized it probably was a bad idea. Poor Genji, always concerned about those around him but not himself, and sad Genji, always preoccupied with the things in his own head but never those in his heart - hopefully, it stung an awful lot and perhaps, Otoha could have apprecia…