𝙲𝚕é𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Only mine to cherish,
                   And a delicate kiss. 
            
            That there, made those tears fall, like snow flakes, following each other slowly. 
               His body stood in its comfort circle for once, not moving away or itching itself to be let go of for being the way it was. Not wanting to hide the thing that he clawed many times and bled in hopes of it going away as he felt his body morph and contort.  
            
            His cry was quiet, as silent as a mouse in a forest, yet it contained endless tears, dropping to the floor. 
            How long had he held such a responsibility upon his neck, the amount of Mora's he paid to feel better physiologically before anything but only failed as the scar spread its venom across his body. The endless times he hid it from everyone by excusing himself and pretending to be busy with nonexistent meetings that were merely him decaying in his room .
            
            His body found itself resting  against the other, hand shakingly covering his face from sight. 
            ❛❛ y.. you're such an imbecile .. I hate you .. ❜❜ 
             He whispered in his arms, a chuckle between the soft hitches of breath as he moved closer and hid to the other, muttering a soft gratitude between what he would've called a : childish breakdown, if he was able to. 
            
            (2/2)

@fontained ִֶָ. .. ࣪ ִ࿐⋆. ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑
            His head fell down, awaiting a gasp, a sob, a sound, anything that proves to him that he was nothing but a mere sack of disgust, one that had faced the consequences of its hands reaching so far ahead of itself. 
             But that peaceful mutter, his words. 
             His eyes slowly opened, breath slipping as he felt the hand against it . 
              ❛❛ don't .. it might hurt you .. ❜❜
              He would utter softly, back visibly arching to the cold touch that grew warmer the longer it remained.
                ❛❛ it is hideous .. it is what makes me like this .. slowly fading to a land of death every time .. as if it's feeding off of me ..  I've tried to heal it many ways but .. whatever it spreads .. it's stronger ..  ❜❜
              He explained, his voice only heard of both of them; even then, it was near a whisper than anything. 
              Had the other believed him? Would he not see it as something odd? Deteriorating? 
             He felt his heart become a lump in his throat, head slowly turning as he sensed the gentle hold, the way the other kept it as if /he/ was something sacred. 
              ❛❛ you ... Wouldn't .. ? ❜❜ 
              It sounded like a breath of relief, something he wouldn't have expected to be heard out of him today at all. 
            
               (1)

honeyed orifices subtly widened.  amidst such fragile moments,  the final robes gently cascades from one's stiffened shoulders;  bearing the blemished skin─╌   no.  moreso,  tainted（?）sullied anonymously.  the scant distance closed it seemed,  the heir does not find the disfigured flesh as something grotesque to be worth  ‘fearing’  of.   boldly,  the gloves are discarded with careless ease it lands upon the flat surface of the very ground they stood. ［...］ somehow,  it displeased him to think that clément would have expected him to draw back from trepidation.  thus proving such thinking wrongfully.⠀"  did you think i would retreat from such a sight?  what an unwise belief.  " ⠀yet,  the lingering sense of disquietude from one's mind is understandably faulty to the character perceived oneself to be. ⠀"  then again,  i come to recognize the depths of your frightened heart.  though worry not,  the flaws you inherent are cherished by me.  " ⠀ableit tarnished,  the digits of the successor directly traced the marred figure  ..  both hands slid and purchased onto the pliant waist from behind. ⠀"  i dearly admire the strength you display─╌   and not now,  not ever would i dare part from you,  mon cœur.  " ⠀words slip as saccharine,  the warmth of his breath meeting the crook of the troubled male's neck. ⠀"  not a soul shall bear witness to what is meant for my gaze.  only mine to cherish.  " ⠀lips meet the soft skin above the shoulder blade,  it was a beautiful display of truth.  far more charming than those from the courts;  blissfully honoured to be part of a secrecy.

@QUIETPR1NCE //
            
                  Childe slowly turned around and he sneered, “what do you mean by that? You aren’t going to let me leave?” He cocked his head some and he stared at the other, “I haven’t done anything.”

@-Monoceros_Caeli ⋆. ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑
            All cool !/
            
            ❛❛  do you take me for a fool? I hope you are aware I am not planning to let you leave so easily .  ❜❜

@QUIETPR1NCE //sorry I got a lil busy.\\
            
                  He nodded then at what the other had said and he spoke, “then be my guest, enjoy the freezing cold of Nod Krai.” He said and he looked away 

@loyaltyled ⋆｡˚ ༊*·˚
            ❛❛  .. hm.. be.. being caution is more accurate..❜❜
            Even in such situations, he still kept the attitude one would have. 
            Clément's eyes barely remembered its surroundings, half-lided and weary, while his body as much as it seemed to require rest was just as tense . 
            ❛❛ I'm Clément .. ❜❜
            He would introduce, not feeling the need to provide the remainder of his status as of the current location and situation. 
            ❛❛  do answer me, Vasily .. where is this place .. ? ❜❜

[ it's okay ^^ ]
            
            the young man in the dark cloak gave a tilt of his head,  gazing down at the other young man.  with a gentle smile,  he pressed a knuckle up underneath his chin.   "my name is vasily...  have i frightened you?  i'm terribly sorry."   he said lowly and sweetly,  offering a hand to help him up.  he seemed unbothered by the weapon.

@loyaltyled ⋆｡˚ ༊*·˚
            A loud ringing across his ears, his breathing was caught slowly, he had fled, thankfully . 
            But just as he was about to celebrate his survival, the sound would make his heart leap out of his skin, quick to form his sword as he would turn over, yet his body still dependant on the tree he leaned against .
            ❛❛  wh.. who .. are you ? ❜❜

turned the heir,  his lips curled out of sincere glee.  it was risible╌  how could one not find it to be so?  when he seemed to salivate by the mere glaze of sweets on their view. ⠀"  do you plan on consuming an array of pastries?  " ⠀an eyebrow is fixed upwards,  followed with a scoff at the sheer amount of pastries he had toppled upon the orders. ⠀"  dear archons,  this must be the greed they talk about.  " ⠀it's a teasing quip,  and cecillion simply returned a strict stare to one of the staff managing the front counter. ⠀"  i believe we'll have those.  i'd like éclairs,  and a pot of earl grey to accompany them.  anything you wish to add,  dearest?  " ⠀a softened sidelong glance to the clinging figure,  he waited patiently as their orders were swiftly being jotted by the frantic attendant by the counter. ⠀"  if there is naught left you wish to add,  let's settle down and take a seat,  hm?  "

@fontained ⋆｡˚ ༊*·˚
            SO SORRY THIS IS LATE :') \ 
            
            To the mutter told, a gentle smile resided to the lips that rarely shone with something other than exhaustion. 
            ❛❛ tell me about it . ❜❜
            The taunt was brief, one that hid away his own joy of being able to be with let alone encounter the other without having to carry a stack of papers across Fontaine. 
            
            The sound of his melodic music of a tuned voice, how it is so perfected and rhythmed, it would take a lot to pull Clément out of his delighted illusion if it isn't Cecilion the one talking. 
            The sight of the scrambled works caused a small smile to grow a bit bigger; an ego enhancement was just what he needed at such a moment.  
            Being Neuvillette's blood isn't so bad.
            
            As his gaze lingered on the glass, a quiet complaint from his stomach rumbled, yet he had paid it no mind, his pupils viewing his fondness in the sight of the endless desserts, Goodness, when was the last time he ate. 
            His lips parted, reading the menu carefully as he would bite the nail of his left gloved palm, his right arm remaining tangled with the others' . 
            ❛❛ .. for the love of me everything looks worth the devour  .. ❜❜
            He'd breathe under his cords before glancing over. 
            ❛❛ I do hope it isn't gluttonous of me, but I'll take a profiteroles and a crème brulé with a hot chocolate perhaps.. oh and a tart — ❜❜
            Seems like he had figured out he had a sweet tooth by coincidence.. more like he revealed it to someone. 

contentment is present,   the glint to golden orifices a jubilee.   the inclination to their bodies linking closer,   and a sidelong glance is graced towards clément. ⠀"  it is worth every second to be spent with your amiable presence.  " ⠀thank the heavens,   for he agreed rather quickly than one had anticipated.   their steps are accompanied with light chatter,   not a disturbance thus far;   they arrived the ever salubrious desert shop.   however with their unsounded entrance it had made the owner and staff fumble from shock─—   anxious shoes tapped and hurriedly clopped toward the guests,  leading them towards the main line of glass—encased pastries to be selected.  ⠀"  not awful,  though the opening was rather slow.  " ⠀critiqued cecillion,  who took his time to choose. ⠀"  what would you like?  "

(there was no point in expending energy unnecessarily, so this offer sounded quite appealing. aldara pretended to ponder his request for a few paces. she didn't want to seem desperate after all, she has a reputation to uphold.) I accept your proposal.. but may I add that afterward, we lay out our findings in their entirety to be sure there's no foul play. (unlike her fellow invader, she was frugal with what she would grab. walking around, almost aimlessly, sparing but a few glances at the scattered storage, yet she walked with confidence. it was clear she didn't care for much outside of her goal. that's not to say she hadn't grabbed anything extra at all. earlier, she had stolen quite a bit of jewelry and documents off some of the poor victims in her path.)

@startraveld ₊˚ʚ ༊*·˚
            With an odd praise received , his eyes narrowed to gaze around them, paying not much of a mind to her being on the same level of steps he's taking . 
            ❛❛ I agree on each word you speak of indeed, however ..❜❜
            He'd slow his steps , picking up after items into his hold and storing them immediately. 
            
            ❛❛ I am not one fond of fights , so why not we make a deal ?  ❜❜
            He'd turn over , a slithering grin spreading across his pale face . 
            ❛❛  I take what I find , if one was to be what you need , then you hand me something as equivalent or better for a deal , sounds pleasant , no? ❜❜

what a cocky boy you are. (a sharp smirk took its place on her lips. If they were going to play it that way, she would gladly entertain. the blade she carried disappeared from her hand as she trailed after them. they both desired what was in the cargo hold, after all.) I believe it to be not only more lucrative to know what you're searching for, but if we're also after the same thing, it'd be much for efficient for us to settle here and now. (she hummed while quickening her pace so she'd walk side by side with the stranger, eyes forward, not sparing them a glace as she spoke.)

@QUIETPR1NCE )
            
            ;; ^o^