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What had he expected anyhow? To crawl into Richards arms like a wounded animal, mewl a few times, as pathetic as he was, and then for everything to magically work out somewhat? This seemed like an idiotic idea, borderline stupid if he were honest and still, he went through with it, just like the idiot he had always been, always needed to be. Yujin couldn't know himself if he knew nobody else, wouldn't understand the meaning behind any and all words he could muster if he no longer was able to man…

Ruoxe found amusement that she could stick into the bouquet she called her voice, like a yellow flower springing to life. Kittens? Here? She had caught that with but a glimpse, something she hated her eyes for at times, yet didn't utter a word in regards to them. "I get it, don't worry. Sleep well." With that, she trailed off, far away from this specific room and back to her own. Where else would she go? There was nothing of use out there, not tonight and not for her, and if anything, she was be…

Ruoxe should be the one to take it upon herself to leave as well, she figured, but before she could even get up to trail after Richard, another man by the table was forcing himself up - it was like Richards word, which was acknowledged with one fo Shurens non-descriptive nods - had caused a mass exodus to take place. Right then and there, Yujin also got up, finally tearing himself free from Yins grasp, this time forcefully - Ruo wanted to stay, sit and watch all of a sudden, knew that expression…

Being faced with Richards dessert, she shoved it back in front of him the moment he as much as dared to tilt it her way. Ruoxe wasn’t going to eat all of that, she had never finished any of her own plates either, not once tonight. Why would she? Her father expected some sort of decorum, the ability to restrain oneself and present themselves and thankfully for all the people present, his children loved playing that part if they were promised something in advance. Tonight, he’d promised her nothin…

Spooning her egg into the rice, Ruoxe didn't keep close watch on anyone seated at this table, couldn't care less, but she noticed just how meager Richards appetite was, for all that lay on his plate seemed to never diminish, no matter if he put something in his mouth, something she saw quite clearly, or just left it be as was. Again, was that really any of her business? She should stay out of it, she knew that well enough, but on the other hand, her brother, who should be paying close attention,…

Was Richard just a schmuck? Ruoxe couldn't tell, she desperately desired to know if she could test the waters with him, however - how much was too much, and how long until it pissed someone off? The thought alone was funny in her head, saving her brother from unwanted advances by giving his boyfriend of sorts unwanted advances, or rather, pissing Richard off, but she knew that her seat at this table was that of an island with one port, and if Richard cut her off for the night, no matter how cons…

Yujin wanted out of whatever conversation Yin was interested in - he couldn't figure out why she or her father were part of a family dinner in the first place, or who the other woman was that Xun had brought, but she was the least of his concerns, given the other people present at this table. "That sounds more boring than whatever this is.", Ruo complained to Richard in the meantime, completely disinterested in the soup she had been served and was supposed to chow down on. A bite here, a slurp t…

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 …