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“And still, it led you back here. I know it wasn’t easy. I wish I could’ve been there for you, you know.”, he proceeded to tell Richard, almost as if it wasn’t his worst kept secret. Yujin hated it, hated knowing that nothing that he could have done would have helped, but what was more, he hated being abandoned, being left alone, being treated like that - like it was easy to just discard him, only to have regrets about it and crawl back when it was convenient. He longed to be as benevolent and b…

b9c6d78e8c7a98c4c18ac500b80eb080944a0793.png 18:35 Uhr - Die Qual der Wahl Was für eine verdammte Schnapsidee war das denn? Gut, sich auf die Späße von Marika einzulassen war nichts Neues, aber dann auch noch so ins Fettnäpfchen zu treten trieb sie zur Weißglut - ein verdammtes Blinddate? Nach der Arbeit? An einem Wochentag? Hatte sie den Verstand verloren? Gott hätte es Hirn regnen lassen sollen, als sie auf die Welt kam, allem Anschein nach hatte dieser aber eben mal vergessen, dass der Organi…

Wasn’t Richard right about that? Anger could move mountains in one direction but not the other - it couldn’t fix anything, not when it was done and over with what it tried to achieve. There were few things he could add to that and trying to deny it wasn’t his thing, Yujin knew it would only lead to some sort of ungovernable situation. Instead, he tried to play with Richards hair, soft, blonde strands of straw that was so different from his own. Wasn’t it funny? How different they were, while bei…

"It'll come back soon enough." Hunger always came back, be it with a vengeance or simple desire - it would seek Richard out, maybe even when he least expected it in the first place, but Yujin knew that it would look for him, then come back and bite him in the ass. Perhaps it was what either of them needed, or maybe it just went to show that he was healing after all. Yujin had his own form of healing, this one was showing as well, but he regretted it, not because or in spite of his body hurting, …

eaef25f20d042fcb5600b7f5e10fb0cb413a74e7.gif Stay with me 真夜中のドアをたたき 帰らないでと泣いた あの季節が 今 目の前 Sango und Yuuko könnten nicht unterschiedlicher sein - sie befänden sich nicht einmal in ein und demselben Sonnensystem, wären sie Planeten und doch verbindet sie ein roter Faden: Das Singledasein. Während Sango sich lieber in Bars aufhält, Männern und Frauen das Geld für einen Drink mehr aus der Tasche zieht und sie mühelos mit schönen Worten um die Finger wickelt, um das Nachtleben in vollsten Zügen zu g…

“If you want to that can be arranged.” Just like nothing had changed, that’s what they acted like. Yujin was tired of having this conversation in a language that was mostly spoken by those that seemingly hated him for no good reason, whereas the adrestian language seemed so much more welcoming to him. Maybe it was because of Richard, just him and nobody else, that he felt like that, but even if, he didn’t care much for it - he wanted this after all. Yujin still couldn’t smile, couldn’t force him…

"Oh ... Yes. Two birds. Nothing much. The kitchen has use of them, so all is well.", he responded, this time getting it into that narrow skull of his. Something was pulling and tearing and hurting someplace, maybe even screaming for attention but Yujin bunched it down, somewhere inbetween his other sorrows and the understanding that he misunderstood everything if he wanted to, yet had a functional brain that could, if it wanted to, it could claw itself out of that mess by itself. What even was w…

5feffe2824c12d9cbad16ca1225f72e9ab66e425.pngName: Tajima, Sango (田島 珊瑚) Alter: 25 Jahre alt | 18. April | Widder Körpergröße: 169cm Job: Verkäuferin im Tomorrowland Kobe Store Charakter: Sango lässt sich ungefähr so beschreiben: Von sich selbst überzeugt, aber eindeutig nicht mit sich selbst zufrieden. Ihr Repertoire an Waffen ist lediglich der eigene Kopf und die Zunge, die man ihr in den Mund gelegt hat - will die Verkäuferin jemandem etwas andrehen, so schafft sie das auch im Handumdrehen, ab…

Regardless of what would happen to him, he wanted Richard to be save, which meant he couldn't stay in this castle he refused to leave. Deep down he wanted to run away, be selfish, be the reason they left in the first place, wanted to see a world that had shut him out, from beyond a silessian border, but he knew as well as anyone that wishful thinking had never gotten anyone far in life. Actions mattered, many of them and running away from his responsibilities was worse than inaction, akin to tre…

A moments notice of peace was all Yujin could ask for, just a tidbit, a chance to be for himself and not freeze or be in pain. Something was terribly wrong with him, he'd figured that out a while ago when everything started hurting, yet he rather took the pain than another one of those pills or some powder that was handed to him. In fact, he'd fed all of it to the next fireplace, to the plants, to anything he could find, even the snow, just to avoid taking it and not arousing any sort of questio…

eaef25f20d042fcb5600b7f5e10fb0cb413a74e7.gif Stay with me 真夜中のドアをたたき 帰らないでと泣いた あの季節が 今 目の前 (A) und (B) könnten nicht unterschiedlicher sein - sie befänden sich nicht einmal in ein und demselben Sonnensystem, wären sie Planeten und doch verbindet sie ein roter Faden: Das Singledasein. Während [A] sich lieber in Bars aufhält, Männern und Frauen das Geld für einen Drink mehr aus der Tasche zieht und sie mühelos mit schönen Worten um die Finger wickelt, um das Nachtleben in vollsten Zügen zu genieße…

Idling by wouldn't help him - he really didn't want to, actually. Today was another day that was much of the same - waking up, training, washing up, eating and then trying to figure out what to do with his anger before the next meal, or anything that was useful to him. Taking one walk of the other didn't help, but Yujin had had enough of that, wanted to prove himself to someone, if only himself, knew he was strong enough to protect ... what, exactly? His own dignity had been shattered and his pa…

"That's what you think. Just because it's different wherever you came from doesn't mean it's the same here - if you wholeheartedly believe that it is, that it's this easy for everyone to always cut their ties, it's naive and idiotic at the same time. I guess that's why you're a good fit for him.", he huffed. Richard started pissing him off - his entire attitude did. What a leech he was, and yet, Quan wasn't any better - the two of them fit with one another, as they did with the men they picked a…

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…