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MeruleAmano looks up, wondering about this other place Illiendi is thinking of. While the demon is busy with the youth Amano thinks hard about what he wants to do. 'Well, I like the place I went to, but I am sure Illiendi has a reason to suggest a different place. Maybe it's more prestigious, to show me off or something? I have always avoided being seen when and where I can, so all my local haunts normally seat me in the back without my needing to ask. Or, maybe he senses something is there? I do not know. . . .Can he sense that far? Can he sense stuff like that at all? I really should ask more about what he can and can not do later. . . .'
Once the demon returns to his side he looks up at him, smiling faintly. “Let us see this other place. It may be fun to check out someplace new.” Letting Illiendi guide him subtly Amano wonders vaguely what it's like to be the demon. Always coming to earth just to serve something that lives such a short, normally pathetic life compared to how the demon could live, all on their own. 'He could be a king in no time, I am sure of it! He is amazing! He could rule this entire country, for a lifetime at least before people got suspicious of the lack of aging. . .' He gazes up at the demon. 'I wonder what it would be like to be so amazing, and be forced to serve such simple, foolish little things as humans. . .'
He wanders along, lost in thought, until at last the demon steers him through the entryway of the restaurant and he comes of of his thoughts. He looks around the room, the fine settings and the low murmur of conversation a little different than what he's use to hearing. The serving maids are dressed slightly fancier but not in the spotless crisp stuff he's use to seeing when his father insist on dragging them out to his “friends” homes. 'It is a nice place, but not overly high class. . .It smells interesting in here. . .' He glances around at the actual people and he realizes what he's smelling is likely powerful perfumes and body oils, the kind designed specifically to completely overpower any natural body odor.
He wrinkles his nose at the smell but takes Illiendi's cue to take a seat out in the open. He nods and smiles with a light thank you, motioning that the demon should join him before turning towards the serving maid who appears at the table almost instantly. His smile shifts into his normal false one and he orders something simple and neat so he does not have to worry about getting his clothes any dirtier. The lady smile back at him, that same false smile most of the people in public wear to be polite, however when she turns to the demon it changes into one of pure admiration. Amano looks away. 'On one hand, it is nice to have my own personal servant admired so, however on the other hand, it keeps reminding me that he is the real power here. No matter how amazing I become, it will be because of him.. .I can live with that, but for now. . .' He sighs gently, looking towards the windows as he waits for Illiendi to finish his order.
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Seishu continues comforting the siblings, finally feeling that little thing they were missing clocking into place. That little bit of what he recognizes as the break from the mold. 'It's like their free will was always tied up in the realm, their free thinking minds kept them from moving past what The Powers meant them to be. It means they accept the fact that Enasi and I are not gods, we are fallible, and there is no such thing as a world with only two sides. . .' He sighs gently, patting Starla's head while stroking Finn's hair. 'It also makes sense now why I've always had more control over my realm than Enasi has over his. As children I do my best to convince the little ones that, while the dream denizens are our energies, that they are not evil or anything like that. Neither are we. Nightmares are not evil, so we should not act evil, or even cruel'
He smiles softly at them, realizing that all that staunch belief in them being “The good guys” being ripped away from them like that may leave them a little at a loss for a while. Chuckling softly he lets Rasha and Inui guide his back to the bed, however he keeps hold of the sibling's hands so they have to follow him over. Once seated he sighs, a faint ripple running across his skin. “Thanks for the meal Tweedle, Dee. I was feeling a little drained after that portal I made, and you guys were quite the delicious dish.” They both scowl at him, still teary eyed, but after a moment the both lean in and give him a big hug.
He lets out a “you're squishing me” noise the the two of them just laugh and squeeze harder. Finally he bats them away, listening to all four of them giggle at the sight of him gasping for breath. 'Now, go one, go see him. Let him fill you with that sickly sweet fluff he's so well known for. Off with you!” He barks out the words like orders and swats them both on the backside as they turn to go. Starla glowers at him while Finn just turns odd colors and hurries her out. As they pass Rue they share a look that makes the fairy shine brightly before fluttering into the room and pouncing on Seishu. He freezes however when he notices a hard look from the guardian. After only a moment's hesitation however he hugs Seishu tight and kisses his cheek before turning to point on Inui.
The small surprised yelp from the dark haired minion makes Rasha giggle and Seishu sighs. Letting Rasha help him get back mostly horizontal he waits for Rue to finish ravishing Inui before calling out, “Let me guess, he keeps ordering you away?”
Rue nods, pouncing on the now humanoid Rasha. “Yeah, he seems to be taking us all in waves.” Rasha and Rue wrestle around at the foot of the bed a bit while the raven haired male makes his way up to lay beside his guardian. He giggles at the sight and snuggles in close to Seishu so he's not drawn into the play fight.
~*~*~*~*~
The siblings once more come to a halt outside a room after overhearing something choice and groundbreaking. Once they can move again Starla walks in and with wide eyes, and no hesitation says, “You two boffed in your sleep?” Cho falls to the ground at this point, his giggles overcoming him and while Harper is still in a bit of a shocked state, Finn is shaking his head with his hand on his face.
Crios chokes and glares at the minion but turns his attention on to his guardian a moment later, his gaze soft. “Lord Enasi. . .Are you sure you're alright after. . .I mean, it changed something big about you. It's clear you still accept positive energy, and I can feel it coming off you as well, but this change. . .” He lets out a sift sigh. “Was it made out of love?” They all know how the two feel about one another, but Crios will be damned if they did the do without Seishu admitting how he feels.
He smiles softly at them, realizing that all that staunch belief in them being “The good guys” being ripped away from them like that may leave them a little at a loss for a while. Chuckling softly he lets Rasha and Inui guide his back to the bed, however he keeps hold of the sibling's hands so they have to follow him over. Once seated he sighs, a faint ripple running across his skin. “Thanks for the meal Tweedle, Dee. I was feeling a little drained after that portal I made, and you guys were quite the delicious dish.” They both scowl at him, still teary eyed, but after a moment the both lean in and give him a big hug.
He lets out a “you're squishing me” noise the the two of them just laugh and squeeze harder. Finally he bats them away, listening to all four of them giggle at the sight of him gasping for breath. 'Now, go one, go see him. Let him fill you with that sickly sweet fluff he's so well known for. Off with you!” He barks out the words like orders and swats them both on the backside as they turn to go. Starla glowers at him while Finn just turns odd colors and hurries her out. As they pass Rue they share a look that makes the fairy shine brightly before fluttering into the room and pouncing on Seishu. He freezes however when he notices a hard look from the guardian. After only a moment's hesitation however he hugs Seishu tight and kisses his cheek before turning to point on Inui.
The small surprised yelp from the dark haired minion makes Rasha giggle and Seishu sighs. Letting Rasha help him get back mostly horizontal he waits for Rue to finish ravishing Inui before calling out, “Let me guess, he keeps ordering you away?”
Rue nods, pouncing on the now humanoid Rasha. “Yeah, he seems to be taking us all in waves.” Rasha and Rue wrestle around at the foot of the bed a bit while the raven haired male makes his way up to lay beside his guardian. He giggles at the sight and snuggles in close to Seishu so he's not drawn into the play fight.
~*~*~*~*~
The siblings once more come to a halt outside a room after overhearing something choice and groundbreaking. Once they can move again Starla walks in and with wide eyes, and no hesitation says, “You two boffed in your sleep?” Cho falls to the ground at this point, his giggles overcoming him and while Harper is still in a bit of a shocked state, Finn is shaking his head with his hand on his face.
Crios chokes and glares at the minion but turns his attention on to his guardian a moment later, his gaze soft. “Lord Enasi. . .Are you sure you're alright after. . .I mean, it changed something big about you. It's clear you still accept positive energy, and I can feel it coming off you as well, but this change. . .” He lets out a sift sigh. “Was it made out of love?” They all know how the two feel about one another, but Crios will be damned if they did the do without Seishu admitting how he feels.
Scratching at his ear the assassin thinks for a minute before shaking his head. I would rather ride on the outside of the box. Riding Lady would make it more difficult to keep an eye out as I would have to guide her a bit, it would take some of my attention away from my job.” He tilts his head the other way. “If you would not mind, I will simply ride outside unless I am needed in here for some reason.” Falling silent his gaze returns to the window, however he stays in his seat now, tucking the gloves away in his belt as he tries to not slide around. His light frame makes him bounce up over larger than average bumps and he finds the motion quite bothersome.
Once the carriage stops he is the first out. A boy is waiting just inside the castle and without hesitation he strips off the extra covering and hands over both the cape and the gloves. It is a different boy from before and this one does not seem to be as bothered by Rei's presence. 'It feels very odd to be waited upon like this. I mean, sometimes those from the council would come over to deliver something or to check and make sure I am still alive but they never acted like servants do. It is an interesting feeling' Following close behind the prince Rei stretches once they are alone, scratching at his hands and flexing his shoulders. He is not use to the extra weight however he is glad it did not get in the way when he needed to move.
When addressed he pauses mid stretch and looks to the prince. His eyes are drawn to the bare flesh he's seen plenty of but still is mostly a mystery to him. His own flesh is paler, and more scared. Most human skin he sees he is thinking of how to best puncture it so it is interesting to just look at it without seeing the killing spots marked out in him mind's eyes. “I can remain out of sight quite easily in that garden and still be close enough to act should I need to.” Popping his shoulders he lets his arms drop and yawns slightly. When asked the second question his eyes roam over the prince, unsure of how to answer. He has observed that when most women are asked anything less than “Perfect” or “Beautiful” tends to enrage them, however he has never heard a man ask it before so aside from not knowing his own opinion, he's unsure if this is one of those cases where he should say what the other wants to hear over the truth.
However the longer he thinks about it the more he recalls that the prince seems to value honesty so after a long moment he replies with, “You look much as you always do when in that wig. Uncomfortable, unsure, and not yourself. If you are asking if you will look fetching to the eyes of the woman you are meant to see. . .” He tilts his head, blinking slowly as he looks over the male slowly. He gives a faint nod. “From what I have seen when it comes to humans, you would be considered attractive. I personally do not understand the concept when it comes to looks as the closest thing I understand that comes close to attraction is when I becomes curious about something, but you are interesting to me no matter what you are wearing.”
His head rotates around until he spots a mirror. Intent on not embarrassing the prince, as apparently a shabby servant is an embarrassment from what he's seen, Rei slips over and makes sure everything is straight and free of dust and other particles. Licking his finger he rubs away the last faint redness of the blood that had gotten on his cheek and after one last look he turns to the bowel on the table. He doesn't quite get it, but as flowers and other light scents seem to be important he plucks out a petal and uses his magic to create a kind of scent barrier on his skin. It is faint, as there is not much scent to hide as fae do not have much of a scent to begin with, however the light fragrance would be noticeable if one were standing really close. Adding on as an afterthought he says, “I do not know how one feels like an idiot. How does that work? I mean, you are not an idiot, so how does one feel like something you are not?”
Once the carriage stops he is the first out. A boy is waiting just inside the castle and without hesitation he strips off the extra covering and hands over both the cape and the gloves. It is a different boy from before and this one does not seem to be as bothered by Rei's presence. 'It feels very odd to be waited upon like this. I mean, sometimes those from the council would come over to deliver something or to check and make sure I am still alive but they never acted like servants do. It is an interesting feeling' Following close behind the prince Rei stretches once they are alone, scratching at his hands and flexing his shoulders. He is not use to the extra weight however he is glad it did not get in the way when he needed to move.
When addressed he pauses mid stretch and looks to the prince. His eyes are drawn to the bare flesh he's seen plenty of but still is mostly a mystery to him. His own flesh is paler, and more scared. Most human skin he sees he is thinking of how to best puncture it so it is interesting to just look at it without seeing the killing spots marked out in him mind's eyes. “I can remain out of sight quite easily in that garden and still be close enough to act should I need to.” Popping his shoulders he lets his arms drop and yawns slightly. When asked the second question his eyes roam over the prince, unsure of how to answer. He has observed that when most women are asked anything less than “Perfect” or “Beautiful” tends to enrage them, however he has never heard a man ask it before so aside from not knowing his own opinion, he's unsure if this is one of those cases where he should say what the other wants to hear over the truth.
However the longer he thinks about it the more he recalls that the prince seems to value honesty so after a long moment he replies with, “You look much as you always do when in that wig. Uncomfortable, unsure, and not yourself. If you are asking if you will look fetching to the eyes of the woman you are meant to see. . .” He tilts his head, blinking slowly as he looks over the male slowly. He gives a faint nod. “From what I have seen when it comes to humans, you would be considered attractive. I personally do not understand the concept when it comes to looks as the closest thing I understand that comes close to attraction is when I becomes curious about something, but you are interesting to me no matter what you are wearing.”
His head rotates around until he spots a mirror. Intent on not embarrassing the prince, as apparently a shabby servant is an embarrassment from what he's seen, Rei slips over and makes sure everything is straight and free of dust and other particles. Licking his finger he rubs away the last faint redness of the blood that had gotten on his cheek and after one last look he turns to the bowel on the table. He doesn't quite get it, but as flowers and other light scents seem to be important he plucks out a petal and uses his magic to create a kind of scent barrier on his skin. It is faint, as there is not much scent to hide as fae do not have much of a scent to begin with, however the light fragrance would be noticeable if one were standing really close. Adding on as an afterthought he says, “I do not know how one feels like an idiot. How does that work? I mean, you are not an idiot, so how does one feel like something you are not?”
I am always patient, no worries! *Huggles* See you when your back in order!
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Wit and Wiles: The Means to an End ~ PopeAlessandros x PrincessOfMyBedroom
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Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Okay! So! My thoughts on setting. . . .I like having my RP in worlds that are like earth or can be likened to earth, but are not earth so we don't have to worry about historical and geographical accuracy. For royal types like this I work well with English, Romanian, Japanese, and Rome style set-up, or a mix of any of those. It's up to you :P I think, landscape wise, since I have some little ideas here and there, somewhere not too far from an ocean but with plenty of rolling countryside and some lightly wooded areas would be nice. Once we figure out the royal type set we can work on the palace/castle itself along with the city set-up. . . .Soooo, can't wait to hear back from you on that :P I think the country should be somewhere in a peace time, but maybe with some underground war thing brewing so that we can have some added underlaying drama, but only if you want :P
They simply sit there for a time, comfortable with one another's presence, the calm of the early morning air almost enough to make it seem like this is normal. As if anything about this scene fall anywhere near the “hey it could happen” end of the scale. Kuro stops thinking of the impossibility of the situation for a time, just letting the morning be what it is, the peaceful sky and gentle breeze lending themselves to the illusion. Then, soft as could be, the spell is broken and once more it is a demon, and a fallen angel, sitting on a farm house roof, and once more it becomes a scene only some insane authors could come up with, on a particularly crazy day.
“No problem, Little Mouse. . .” he murmurs in response, letting his wing tuck in a little tighter as the breeze picks up for a few seconds. He too notices the subtle changes in the creature perched on the shingles next to him. The little bits here and there that distinguish him from other angels. The rough blisters gathering on his palms and fingers that the demon will have to tend to soon when they bust and become raw. The small cuts and bruises here and there from a combination of farm work and rough demon vs angel play. The slight tremble in his wings from being worked so hard as of late. 'Then of course, there is the color. I get the feeling it will stop darkening soon. After all, there still is some holy light in there, even if his grace has been ripped from him. Little gray winged angel. . .'
Despite liking the color Kuro has more than once been struck by light pains every once in a while when he notices the angel himself looking at them. It seems that every time he spots his wings directly, when he thinks no one is looking, a flash of painful memory crosses his face and for an instant, Kuro mourns. These faint moments in time almost shatter it all, almost move everything to a place where nothing is alright, where all of this is exposed for the lie it is. However, then. . . .Aoba will smile. 'That smile, that beautiful expression, that light filled face. A blinding light that stings my eyes, but at the same time inspires me. . .' The demon sighs softly, looking to the angel with a light smile of his own as he speaks again.
“Oh, I don't know. I think you've dome some things right. I mean, you're doing as ordered and living a mortal life. Mortals live every day with demons interfering with their lives, driving them one way or another while only those of stout heart keep themselves from being completely driven about by such evil forces, and if from what I've seen going on between you and my dear older brother is any indication then you are most definitely working independent from us at least a little bit.” He revels in the willing contact, running his fingers through the angel's hair as he adds, “And I think someone is watching. Watching and caring, and worrying every moment that they see you consorting with me and mine, and begrudgingly accepting that maybe I'm a little useful, for a demon.” He chuckles at this, knowing that he's simply blowing smoke at this point, but in an effort to keep the angel happy he's willing to give hope a chance.
~*~*~*~*~
The arch angel stares at the mirror, the papers in his hands falling to the ground with a faint fluttering sound as Fenrir wonders wildly if the demon could know he's looking. Quickly he covers the mirror, deciding to study up on spying on demons and what they can sense before looking at it again. In the midst of his frantic scooping up of papers though he pauses. 'I'm being ridiculous. Even if he can sense me, that's not a bad thing. He didn't sound like he minded, and if I suddenly stop he may tell Aoba and. . .' Placing the papers carefully back on the desk eh unwraps the mirror once more, the image clearing just time time to see the demon scooping up the little fallen angel gently and hopping carefully off the roof.
~*~*~*~*~
The feeling of Aoba falling fitfully asleep against him was enough to pull a wide smile out of the demon, but as he carefully makes his way inside the somewhat triumphant look softens for an instant before once more shifting into his almost permanent expression these days, confusion. Taking him through the front door as he didn't want to try and fit though the window while carrying his delicate parcel Kuro sighs softly and holds the little angel just the little bit closer. 'I don't understand all of this, but I hope I will, soon. . .I can't be stuck like this forever least it compromise me in my undertakings' The slightly hollow feeling every once in a while has given him pause as of late, and now that it's been quite for a while and attacks are sure to happen soon, the dark haired demon feels he needs to be one top of his game.
Placing his fragile package down in it's freshly made bed Kuro tucks Aoba in and almost as an experiment leans down and kisses the angel's forehead. The sensation is familiar, the warmth somewhere along his spine, but as he pulls back he realizes there is something else, something missing, and he'll be damned if he'd not determined to figure out what it is. Now wide awake he leaves the room slowly, closing the door silently, and makes his way to the back yard. Slipping into the tall grass he pulls out a few bits of roughly cut wood an continues working on his little project. He stops once the sun begins to peek, heading inside to start breakfast. 'Well, that's coming along nicely. I can't wait to see what it looks like when it's finished!' Making up some apple tarts mad from stolen apples he hums softly to himself, waiting for the other residents to show up for morning nibbles.
“No problem, Little Mouse. . .” he murmurs in response, letting his wing tuck in a little tighter as the breeze picks up for a few seconds. He too notices the subtle changes in the creature perched on the shingles next to him. The little bits here and there that distinguish him from other angels. The rough blisters gathering on his palms and fingers that the demon will have to tend to soon when they bust and become raw. The small cuts and bruises here and there from a combination of farm work and rough demon vs angel play. The slight tremble in his wings from being worked so hard as of late. 'Then of course, there is the color. I get the feeling it will stop darkening soon. After all, there still is some holy light in there, even if his grace has been ripped from him. Little gray winged angel. . .'
Despite liking the color Kuro has more than once been struck by light pains every once in a while when he notices the angel himself looking at them. It seems that every time he spots his wings directly, when he thinks no one is looking, a flash of painful memory crosses his face and for an instant, Kuro mourns. These faint moments in time almost shatter it all, almost move everything to a place where nothing is alright, where all of this is exposed for the lie it is. However, then. . . .Aoba will smile. 'That smile, that beautiful expression, that light filled face. A blinding light that stings my eyes, but at the same time inspires me. . .' The demon sighs softly, looking to the angel with a light smile of his own as he speaks again.
“Oh, I don't know. I think you've dome some things right. I mean, you're doing as ordered and living a mortal life. Mortals live every day with demons interfering with their lives, driving them one way or another while only those of stout heart keep themselves from being completely driven about by such evil forces, and if from what I've seen going on between you and my dear older brother is any indication then you are most definitely working independent from us at least a little bit.” He revels in the willing contact, running his fingers through the angel's hair as he adds, “And I think someone is watching. Watching and caring, and worrying every moment that they see you consorting with me and mine, and begrudgingly accepting that maybe I'm a little useful, for a demon.” He chuckles at this, knowing that he's simply blowing smoke at this point, but in an effort to keep the angel happy he's willing to give hope a chance.
~*~*~*~*~
The arch angel stares at the mirror, the papers in his hands falling to the ground with a faint fluttering sound as Fenrir wonders wildly if the demon could know he's looking. Quickly he covers the mirror, deciding to study up on spying on demons and what they can sense before looking at it again. In the midst of his frantic scooping up of papers though he pauses. 'I'm being ridiculous. Even if he can sense me, that's not a bad thing. He didn't sound like he minded, and if I suddenly stop he may tell Aoba and. . .' Placing the papers carefully back on the desk eh unwraps the mirror once more, the image clearing just time time to see the demon scooping up the little fallen angel gently and hopping carefully off the roof.
~*~*~*~*~
The feeling of Aoba falling fitfully asleep against him was enough to pull a wide smile out of the demon, but as he carefully makes his way inside the somewhat triumphant look softens for an instant before once more shifting into his almost permanent expression these days, confusion. Taking him through the front door as he didn't want to try and fit though the window while carrying his delicate parcel Kuro sighs softly and holds the little angel just the little bit closer. 'I don't understand all of this, but I hope I will, soon. . .I can't be stuck like this forever least it compromise me in my undertakings' The slightly hollow feeling every once in a while has given him pause as of late, and now that it's been quite for a while and attacks are sure to happen soon, the dark haired demon feels he needs to be one top of his game.
Placing his fragile package down in it's freshly made bed Kuro tucks Aoba in and almost as an experiment leans down and kisses the angel's forehead. The sensation is familiar, the warmth somewhere along his spine, but as he pulls back he realizes there is something else, something missing, and he'll be damned if he'd not determined to figure out what it is. Now wide awake he leaves the room slowly, closing the door silently, and makes his way to the back yard. Slipping into the tall grass he pulls out a few bits of roughly cut wood an continues working on his little project. He stops once the sun begins to peek, heading inside to start breakfast. 'Well, that's coming along nicely. I can't wait to see what it looks like when it's finished!' Making up some apple tarts mad from stolen apples he hums softly to himself, waiting for the other residents to show up for morning nibbles.
A small half smile finds it's way to Akito's lips as the empress proves to be quite a fighter,staunchly holding her ground as her husband tries to molly coddle her. 'I guess if there is a place for a woman like her here at the royal table then maybe I can learn to get along here without it taking my entire life. She may be a sweet woman, but there is a fire in there I can relate to' Glancing over at his father the two of them share a look and Akito comes out of it with a slightly wider smile. 'How many times did he have to tie me down to keep me from rushing to the battlefield after him and the others? I mean, I could untie them if I wanted to, but it was more a sign of how serious he was that I was unwilling to do such a thing. He tied me up for my own good. . .'
The captain too recalls those moments, but he with a bit more trepidation than the boy. 'He is willing to rush in head first no matter what, a long as he believes in it. If he gets too comfortable here with the emperor too quickly I see quite an epic set of battles that this place is just not ready for. After the way he put down his son like that, if Aki starts actually feeling for the prince. . .' More than once a delegate from another unit, or from the palace, had come to visit the general to either hand down orders or talk about replacing fallen comrades, and if they had ever shown any disrespect for the captain Akito had to be restrained to keep him from handing down some righteous wrath. 'Cute, but rarely helpful' He chuckles under his breath, also wondering what kind of older brother his on will make. He himself will have no claim to the child, not that he has much to Akito himself, but dear Aki will be this little one's dear sibling. 'I think he will make an excellent older brother, after getting over being terrified that he'll break the baby'
Soon enough lunch is over, though too soon for the shy youth and as they all stand after the meal he looks to his father with sorrow filled eyes. The captain returns the look with one of comfort and confidence. The two walk side by side behind the royal family, the royals allowing them the small comfort of one another's presence for at least a little while longer. Akito stands a few steps from the captain as the others say their good-byes to the stout man, the sight of the empress maneuvering in for a hug around her belly quite amusing. The young soldier does his best to keep his eyes down, not wanting to insult the royal family by letting it show how much he is aching to keep his adopted father with him. 'Don't need them to take it the wrong way. . .Like maybe I dread staying here with them. While that is how I feel, I don't need them knowing that for sure' When at last it is his turn the general turns so his back is to the family, blocking his son from view.
Akito looks up at the man, not even trying to put on a strong face. He is terrified of what's going on, and going at it alone has him on the verge of tears. Without hesitation Kaura clonks the youth on the head before pulling him into a bear hug. Akito yelp at the strike but smiles and hugs the ban back best he can. “Just be yourself and imagine they are all puppies.” Akito outright laughs at this but nods as the captain releases him from the firm embrace. Wiping away the single tear that had managed to escape he presses his forehead to the taller male's chest for a good minute before finally letting him him go. After that they simply look at one another, communicating more with their eyes than they ever could with words, until the groom shows up to announce his horse is ready.
Ruffling Akito's hair best he can in that tight high pony he chuckles as the youth whines and pushes his hand off before smiling at the man as he heads down the long stairs to his horse. He doesn't move a muscle other than the ones behind his eyes as the man mounts, looks back one last time, then turns his horse towards the woods. His breathing is slow and once the captain is out of sight he lets out a long sigh, his gaze falling to his feet. “Thank you.” he murmurs just loud enough to be heard by the prince who had moved to the doorway moments after the groom had appeared. He was just out of sight but as it use to be his job Akito easily detected the young man's presence even before he moved forward.
'It's how I am. It's me being myself. My senses are always working overtime, I just need to learn to keep them in check' Turning around to face the giant doorway he moves back into the building, pausing even with the prince. He does his best to relax, taking a calming breath before looking to the taller male. His very slight smile returns and he waits quietly for the prince to decide what they are up to next. 'I mean, I'm not a lemming, I have my own ideas, but until I at least get the layout to this place I'm kinda at his discretion as far as wandering the grounds applies. And though once I've been a place I can find it again, I know we've barely touched the barest edges of this place so far'
The captain too recalls those moments, but he with a bit more trepidation than the boy. 'He is willing to rush in head first no matter what, a long as he believes in it. If he gets too comfortable here with the emperor too quickly I see quite an epic set of battles that this place is just not ready for. After the way he put down his son like that, if Aki starts actually feeling for the prince. . .' More than once a delegate from another unit, or from the palace, had come to visit the general to either hand down orders or talk about replacing fallen comrades, and if they had ever shown any disrespect for the captain Akito had to be restrained to keep him from handing down some righteous wrath. 'Cute, but rarely helpful' He chuckles under his breath, also wondering what kind of older brother his on will make. He himself will have no claim to the child, not that he has much to Akito himself, but dear Aki will be this little one's dear sibling. 'I think he will make an excellent older brother, after getting over being terrified that he'll break the baby'
Soon enough lunch is over, though too soon for the shy youth and as they all stand after the meal he looks to his father with sorrow filled eyes. The captain returns the look with one of comfort and confidence. The two walk side by side behind the royal family, the royals allowing them the small comfort of one another's presence for at least a little while longer. Akito stands a few steps from the captain as the others say their good-byes to the stout man, the sight of the empress maneuvering in for a hug around her belly quite amusing. The young soldier does his best to keep his eyes down, not wanting to insult the royal family by letting it show how much he is aching to keep his adopted father with him. 'Don't need them to take it the wrong way. . .Like maybe I dread staying here with them. While that is how I feel, I don't need them knowing that for sure' When at last it is his turn the general turns so his back is to the family, blocking his son from view.
Akito looks up at the man, not even trying to put on a strong face. He is terrified of what's going on, and going at it alone has him on the verge of tears. Without hesitation Kaura clonks the youth on the head before pulling him into a bear hug. Akito yelp at the strike but smiles and hugs the ban back best he can. “Just be yourself and imagine they are all puppies.” Akito outright laughs at this but nods as the captain releases him from the firm embrace. Wiping away the single tear that had managed to escape he presses his forehead to the taller male's chest for a good minute before finally letting him him go. After that they simply look at one another, communicating more with their eyes than they ever could with words, until the groom shows up to announce his horse is ready.
Ruffling Akito's hair best he can in that tight high pony he chuckles as the youth whines and pushes his hand off before smiling at the man as he heads down the long stairs to his horse. He doesn't move a muscle other than the ones behind his eyes as the man mounts, looks back one last time, then turns his horse towards the woods. His breathing is slow and once the captain is out of sight he lets out a long sigh, his gaze falling to his feet. “Thank you.” he murmurs just loud enough to be heard by the prince who had moved to the doorway moments after the groom had appeared. He was just out of sight but as it use to be his job Akito easily detected the young man's presence even before he moved forward.
'It's how I am. It's me being myself. My senses are always working overtime, I just need to learn to keep them in check' Turning around to face the giant doorway he moves back into the building, pausing even with the prince. He does his best to relax, taking a calming breath before looking to the taller male. His very slight smile returns and he waits quietly for the prince to decide what they are up to next. 'I mean, I'm not a lemming, I have my own ideas, but until I at least get the layout to this place I'm kinda at his discretion as far as wandering the grounds applies. And though once I've been a place I can find it again, I know we've barely touched the barest edges of this place so far'
Good night dear.
Snow is good, I love it, and there is snow outside right now. And that is a pretty image. Also, I have to start cooking soon, and after the dinner thing I will likely sleep. It will prolly be tomorrow before I can do any RP responses.
Awww. Also, sorry, I deal with a lot of sarcasm and it's hard to discern it via the intronet. *Huggles*
It is pretty, once you get away from the people. If it weren't for the crowding of people, it would be even lovelier than it is now.
It is pretty, once you get away from the people. If it weren't for the crowding of people, it would be even lovelier than it is now.
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