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I had hoped to write more on that one, but unfortunately I gotta skiddaddle to a car for the next eight hours, but once I’m in OK I shall have plenty of time to write and party and draw. If you’d like to talk to me, send me an IM (preferably to @pepotour ) since that’s the account my phone’s currently on.
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Karol didn't have much to give for Valentine's Day. And given the nature of their relationship, he wasn't really sure what to do, except... He held out a small bag- within as a necklace, just a simple string of leather with a tiny bottle of petals from the tree in Halure within... and some glitter... it was pretty... He gave a sheepish smile, his eyes looking around anywhere that wasn't Harry. "Um.... Happy Valentine's Day...?" A little more confidence, Karol....
@stopkaroltime
Harry didn’t know what he expected. Part of him said to flush and squee, another part told him to calmly accept the gift with a thank you and not make any harmful remarks that could be taken wrong. Unfortunately for both of them, Harry was not quite good at this, so, he took option three.
Awkwardly he avoided Karol’s gaze, his cheeks dusting over pink as he mumbled something like a thank-you and accepted the gift before shoving his present –a small bag of homemade chocolate– into Karol’s hands before darting off.
Both of these two needed a tad more confidence.
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“Harry then.” Richard’s smile widened, relaxed another shade. Most people were quick to boast their string of titles and accomplishments at such events. The young king wanted nothing more than to reciprocate, to insist the other call him by his name, but at such a formal event that would only put the other at a disadvantage with any others he hoped to liason with. He made a mental note instead to mention it when they had fewer ears listening in.
Richard chuckled, the informal way he spoke melting any lingering tension there might have been and it was like a breath of fresh air after the stuffiness of formalities all evening. “I can only imagine. I don’t often have the opportunity to make such trips myself, but should I ever find the time I would very much like to visit your lands. I’ve only briefly heard of them, but they sound quite impressive.”
Not to mention their political system quite unlike anything he had seen previously and he would be lying to say that he was not immensely curious as to how such a thing functioned. He wanted to learn everything he could about how other kingdoms managed; bring everything he could to the management of his own kingdom in order to make Windor the best country it could be.
“A tour could certainly be arranged,” Richard answered. “After this evening my schedule has a small gap, so if you plan to be here for a few days I’d be willing to show you what I can of what the capital has to offer.” Normally Richard entrusted such tasks to one of the knights or another of his staff with a well versed knowledge of the city, but Harry intrigued him and Richard found he was quite enjoying his company. He would not mind the chance to get to know him a bit better. “I’d also like to hear a great deal more about how these guilds operate. I admit my knowledge is rather limited.”
From what he did know, however, they sounded both resourceful and capable of a great deal from trading to mercenary work among many other tasks. This was largely rumour of course, and what little he had been able to gather prior to the event, which was unfortunately not much. “I’d be happy to provide you with what knowledge I can in exchange. I’m told a few of our systems here in Windor unique by comparison.”
Richard’s gaze followed Harry’s about the room and when he spoke, the monarch wondered what thoughts crossed his mind. He wondered what words were meant for the rest of that phrase but Richard could take a guess. He knew well what it was like for people to regard you with their own judgments already clouding their eyes and no doubt some already contemplating tomorrow’s gossip. There was little he did that did not garnish some kind of opinion from the nobility from his decisions in ruling to whom he spoke to at parties and he only hoped none of Harry’s business prospects would suffer as a result.
“Windor is quite fortunate in our food supply,” Richard answered, a twinkle of excitement and pride in his eyes. “Our nation is largely agricultural so there is almost always fresh crops available throughout most of the year.” What crop depended upon what time of year, of course, but the kitchens were well versed in the yearly cycles of food and had many a dish planned out for the crops that were plentiful. “Much of the food was prepared with some of the freshest fruits and vegetables and while I might be biased, I do think we’re fortunate at the castle to have many a skilled chef. I’m very fond of their dishes.”
It was still hard for Richard to truly compare the size of his kitchens or anywhere in his castle; while he knew that he had for more than most any, did not take that fortune for granted, it was still all he had ever known. To him on some level that grandeur was normal, the massive kitchens that could prepare food for hundreds, endless hallways in which most grew lost… that was the perspective from which he gauged all else.
“Yes, I’m told they’re quite large and quite well stocked. They are also very indulgent with me and my odd requests,” Richard chuckled. They truly had endless patience to be willing to prepare him some toast at an obscure hour of the morning as he stayed up to work on his papers.
“I would recommend any of the deserts made of apple, the crumble in particular if you care for sweets. Apples are Windor’s specialty,” and again the pride creeps into his voice, the utter love for his kingdom and all it encompasses. “If you prefer something a bit more tart there is one of rhubarb on the far table that is also quite excellent. Though I will confess, I’m partial to the nato myself.” Over on the table was a small section of nato dishes, all untouched save for the few Richard had snuck himself before the event. It would seem he the only one.
The widening smile, relaxing body posture … yes, that was better. Harry disliked formalities, though he’d keep the titles in place ( for his Highness ) until otherwise told. It was only right, not to mention, a safe-guard just in case he wasn’t as loose as Harry himself was. Not to mention, in a room full of dignitaries … to discourage the title might seem premature and … ugh …
This was why Harry loathed politics.
“ We’d be lucky ta have you come visit! “ Harry toned back, and there’s sincerity within his tone. “ I’m sure ya’d love our town. The Guilds are quite the spectacle t’see, especially for a first time. “ He nods at that, because they are impressive. Altosk in itself was impressive, not to mention the entirety of the Guilds. Then, if one combined with the Empire …
… Bloody hell, one would be in for a treat. At the mention of a tour, Harry’s eyes widened a tad. ( he was never quite good at masking emotions or thoughts ) “ Ya don’t have to, I’m sure after this evening yer gonna be swamped, would want some rest? “ Harry scratched at the back of his head, a light dusting of pink from realization his statement had been taken with some seriousness. Then, it cleared, and he breathed.
“ It’d be an honor. “ he admitted, slowly, “ Though ‘m not sure if yer highness would find my Guilds ‘political’ situation very interestin’. I’ve often been told by our neighboring nation we’re a bit of a boorish and barbarian group in comparison. “ though, he didn’t find anything wrong with that. The simple system was something Harry could keep up with, not to mention the lack of formalities among the meetings ( or the low or only basic ones ) helped keep his head cool.
He didn’t have to completely censor himself among them.
Unlike here. “ Knowledge’d be good, and I’ll tell ya what I can ‘bout the Guilds, though you’ll have to excuse me if I can’t explain all of it. There’s certain complications ‘mong the Guilds in general when it comes to … “ well, not uniting, but, “ … one set of rules. ” Each guild had their own rules for their members. Dhangrest itself had a basic set of rules: no stealing, no murder ( this is highlighted, because killing is not the same as murder ), et cetera … it’s how they worked so well, and people respected that.
But oh, at the mention of food, Harry’s blue eyes seemed to sparkle in intrigue. Listening carefully and interestedly. The supply-demand of food was something he paid attention to ( imported and exported goods were always something he had to think of between the empire and the Guilds, what crops could be grown, what food salvaged … ) and his face twisted into a big grin.
Excited and interested he listens and nods, making mental notes to ask about the likelihood of perhaps becoming trading partners in the form of consumer goods for their work force. It was a possibility … though, there was also the weapons of the Soul Smiths ( if he could get them to agree ) that could work for a good export as well.
There’s a whistle in appreciation. He enjoyed all sorts of food ( sweets were good, just as tarts and the like, ) however at the mention of the preferred food, Harry chuckled a bit, a soft snort escaping under his breath, hand quick to mask it before lowering it again. “ I have a lotta things t’try out, then! “ He replied with good humor, stuffing hands underneath his belt. Head tipping to the side as he glanced away.
“ I’m a bit of a … lover of foods. Professionally, a’course. “ He jabbed lightly, winking, “ they jus’ forgot that lovely title. Wasn’t noble ‘nough. “
“Fine fine. I’ll give you that.”
“He seemed like he knew you, that’s why he was on your roof. Shoot what was his name again…kinda an androgynous name…started with a C…Cory…Cameron…er maybe Kar-”
“ somethin’ with a c ... lemme-- ”
“ Karol? ” He was dead if it was. Well, not physically, but oh god ... that boy was going to have a lot of questions for him ... shit ... shit ... s h i t ...
@ambimerc // cont.
She tried to remain calm as she was walking away, but her strides were stiff as she made her way back to where she was staying at. She wasn’t going to make a scene, she wasn’t going to embarrass herself. Ally was better than that.
Ally didn’t need assurance from a man to know her worth.
“Ally you never let me finish…why are you so quick to assume I want anyone but you?”
She stiffened since the blond blockaded her from the door. her teeth were grinding against each other as she tried to pry her way past.
“Do you understand I picked you, Allison, and no-one else.”
Him saying her birth name was like pulling a trigger, turning around to grab him by the shirt, “Oh yeah? You think just saying my name like that will get my attention? Like that’s going to erase what I fucking saw!?”
Her eyes were slightly glassy, her grip on his shirt was threatening to tear at his shirt, “How would you feel if I talked to other men like that? Huh?”
As soon as he said her name, he knew he’d done shit wrong.
Then again, it also had done what he wanted. Her full attention was on him. Fingers tightening around his collar, pulling him up to look her straight in the face and he leveled off her expression. Mouth pressed firmly together as he stared her down.
“ It did, Ally. ”
It got her attention, and now she was livid, eyes glassy and he moved forward, one hand wrapping around hers. “ Calm yerself, think. I know yer smarter than this. ” That next statement had his own temper flare and his own teeth ground down on each other. Eyes narrow dangerously.
“ I do watch you do that shit with other men and women too! ”
He snapped back, his own hand tightening harshly around hers. “ In case you haven’t noticed, ya like to flirt. A fucking lot. But I don’t jump down yer throat ‘cuz that’s how you are!” He was glaring now, and goodness, the furrow of brows, the darkening of his expression, the twisting of his lips pulled back in a snarl, “She that woman over there, her name is Serah. Serah joined Altosk the same fuckin’ year I did. We’ve been talking about doin’ a party, kin’a like a it’s been so long thing for the rest of Altosk an’ our members as a way t’say thanks and that we remember all of you. ”
He was defiant, angry, and good lord Ally had stepped on his toes as well. “ So ask questions a’for you assume somethin’ of a guy, would you?! My morals ain’t so fuckin’ low I’d cheat on someone as good as you! ”
She was going to be honest in her mind that she wasn’t used to Harry being so sure of himself. No. Not like this. It was a side of him that seemed to rarely come about around her until this very moment where it came out of nowhere. She wasn’t sure what to say in retaliation of any of his statements. He was a guild leader, the leader of one of the largest guilds known to man and he didn’t care about his personal reputation? Was he just asking to get himself killed?
Ally watched the blond’s careful changes of expression and tone. She was somewhat glad the fact of her being trouble was established. If it wasn’t, then they had bigger issues to deal with than what the topic of the matter was…
A relationship. He wanted a relationship with her.
She was flattered, really. She knew she was capable to capture the hearts of many men in her wake but not someone of this status. But it boiled down to that because she liked him…she didn’t want to risk it. There was a comfort zone and she wasn’t too ready to leave it just yet.
And yet here he was…still wanting to try it. It was like setting yourself on fire just to try it…you don’t just simply recover from something like that. One must face the consequences.
The establishment of it being difficult was certainly there, how dedicated was she supposed to be to him exactly? Was she capable of it? Was he capable of being okay with her being gone for long periods of time with no word from her whatsoever?
…If he was willing to try…
“You really are ballsy aren’t you?” She twirled a lock of Harry’s hair, her expression firm, “I like you Harry…a lot. A lot more than I’ve ever liked another man.”
She had a hard time saying that L word, especially if she was going to say it, she was going to mean it. She wasn’t going to waste it if she didn’t mean it. Harry deserved that much.
“I’m willing to try it…I’ll respect your authority…but you have to respect my freedom.” She let go of the lock to caress his face, “for your sake…I’ll try to take more jobs closer here…I can at least do that.”
Harry watched her face. The looks that crossed, the avoidance of his gaze, the flickering twitch of her lip, everything. Because that was his job, in a nutshell. He watched people, learned about them … It was a part of being a guild leader. And he knew he had a pretty good chance here … unless he’d read her wrong the entire time they’d been together. The light teasing, the flirtation towards him ( which significantly cut down on his masculinity with how easily his face flushed up, ) the smiles, relaxed shoulders, enjoyment of his cologne as she would lean into his shoulder or feel comfortable enough to rest her head against him.
He wasn’t blind … and he wanted this. He wanted to at least give it a trial period. He hadn’t felt this way for someone in a long time. Only once before … and that had been cut down quite quickly ( through personal effort, mind, ) so to find it again … This time, he wasn’t going to wait and watch it walk away from him.
He was willing to try.
“You really are ballsy, aren’t you?”
Her hand moved, twirling blond bangs that rested in front of his face and those blue eyes were sparkling as he smirked a bit. “Some would say too much fer my own good.” He replied before sobering again, forcing the smile from before to calm itself and to look at her with the seriousness this required.
The admittance that she liked him, and he nodded in consensus. They could both say that. Or at least, partially. Ally wasn’t a man ( oh, and she made sure you knew that. With the way she dressed and flaunted herself, so comfortable in her skin … but not so comfortable that she couldn’t put someone in place if they needed it. The feminine exterior with the strength and guts of any man doubled over … god, she was attractive in so many ways — ) but that didn’t mean he couldn’t agree with the sentiment of the conversation.
Fingers lost those strands of golden hair, gently curling up against his cheek, and his own hand lifted, pressing against it, thumb gently tracing her knuckles.
“That’s fair.” He agreed, “But’cha don’t have to worry about the jobs … you can try, but iff’n ya need t’leave for a while, I understand.” One didn’t have to explain to a guild leader how jobs worked. Sometimes you got lucky, could stay in close, sometimes you didn’t. Being a person who distributed jobs made it that much more understandable.
Blue eyes flickered up to hers. “Just try to tell me, a’for ya head out on a long job. A goodbye ‘r a note … That’s all I’d need t’understand where ya went or why ya left.”
“Oh bloody Efreet, Harry. I’m not naked all the time you know? I was in a nightgown. Besides, it was cold.”
“Anyway when I come up to the roof I find it’s some kid with parchment paper. He was more scared of seeing me than the other way around, almost damn fell off the roof had I not pulled him back up.”
“ You an’ I both know you sleep in nothin’ but yer bare skin, do not give me that. I have every right t’ draw that conclusion. ”
“ ... well I s’pose that’s good ... but what’s a kid doin’ on my roof? I mean, I know I go up there every once ‘n a while t’ stargaze, but I doubt some pipsqueaks gone up there t’do the same. ”
“Alriiiiiight but I don’t think you’re going to believe me.”
“So I went to your place to take a nap before you came home because I was exhausted right? I started hearing footsteps on the roof. And I’m thinking ‘Greaaaaaaaat Assassins. Lovely.’ So I go up to the roof to investigate.”
“ oh fer fucks sake ... ”
“ Ya went up there ‘n nothin’, didn’t you? Ally, I don’t live in isolation, there are people who kin see my roof ya’know-- ”
“Already getting uppity, aren’t you. Because I was the victim of circumstances you know.”
“ An’ yer avoidin’ the question. ” He pointed out smoothly, hands crossing over his chest, head cocking to the side. “ What circumstances happened that’cher so giddy t’keep me in the dark ‘bout? ”
She chuckled lightly, meeting up with his gaze, “Hm? What’s that look for?”
“ Ally .... ”
Yep, she knew. “ What happened? ”
“That’s a reallllll funny thought to be having babe…”
“ ...it is... ‘specially since I like t’ face things head on. ”
She wouldn’t happen to know anything, would she?
“I have the weirdest feeling ... like I should run or somethin’. “
Hands had been extended high over his head, fingers laced, muscles in his back giving a satisfied pop as Yuri stretched. It was the perfect position for such an attack, leaving his back exposed. Something he knew better than to do but at the moment, standing on the bridge staring out across the frozen water, he didn’t care.
The snowy projectile came as a surprise, tipping him forward slightly and sending shudders through his frame upon icy cold flakes sliding down his collar. It was enough to earn a startled grunt from the man.
Turning, onyx hues settled upon–not the person he was expecting but he should have known. Of course Harry wouldn’t be able to pass up a chance to take a shot at him. Yuri would have done the same given the chance. A smirk slid easily onto his countenance, eyes narrowing at that coy grin. Challenge accepted.
❝ I won’t be held responsible for any bodily injuries that occur. ❞
He informed him, smile turning a little more sharp as he gathered snow of his own, expression calculating just where to throw.
Blond hair falls as his hair tips. Strands curling up around his collar as his smirk is mimicked by the opposing and bright hues glitter in entertainment. The look ‘pon his face as the projectile originally made it’s mark was one he would remember now for quite a while. A win for him, his own body bunching around his knees as he curled a bit more snow in the palm of his hand in a tight ball.
He would not be defenseless for this fight.
“ Oooy, ” he calls, the words lazily dripping from his tongue, accent thick in bemusement, “ that’s my line, pretty boy! ” Ever had a snowball fight in the guilds before? You’re in for a treat. Because DHANGREST is the playing field …
… and HARRY WHITEHORSE is the player. You’d best be prepared.
Harry’s stance shifts, pulling himself up to stand, his body weight moving to walk sideways, keeping Yuri in clear view for the next strike. He’d need to be quick … he’d only have one chance with this snowball … he just had to wait for Yuri to strike first.
@iiudicium // have a snowball
The throw was hard, and it landed SMACK DAB where he wanted it, the solid thump of where it hit making him grin coyly. He wasn’t hiding. Let’s be honest ... he wanted a fight.
A snowball fight.
“ first Christmas without gramps, huh ...? “
Well, it’s going to be interesting in the least ... There was going to be a lot of traditions his grandfather and he had done that he could no longer do. One of which was the ‘ SAINT DON ‘ shtick, where he’d dress up in that stupid red suit ...
“ ..hehe... “ Oh shit, he lifted a sleeve, rubbing at his eyes. “ ...stupid... “
There were a few moments of stunned silence where the only motion from Sans was to raise a hand to wipe his face. It was one thing to know how irrationally he was behaving, but to be called out on it? That just got it to finally sink in for him. For a moment, his eye sockets went blank as he let his magic dissipate, and then the normal white points of light he usually had returned to them as he stared at the ground. What would Papyrus think if he could see how Sans was behaving now…? Sans clutched the tattered, red scarf hanging off his neck with one hand as he leaned back and then plopped to a sitting position in the snow beneath him.
“So… Harry motherfucking Whitehorse, was it?” Sans glanced to the side as he spoke, keeping Harry in his periphery and still alert for if he suddenly decided to get physical. “The name’s Sans… Sans the skeleton. I…. You’re only the second human I’ve ever met. The first…” he trailed off, unwilling to really explain. Chances were after that Harry probably didn’t want to hear it anyway.
Harry was breathing, hard. Taking in deep raged breaths in attempts to calm his now racing heart and raging mind. Begging that the silence meant he had at least cracked that stupid skull and he would shut up about trying to kill him or whatever the fuck he was planning to do. The gasping sound, Harry trying to fill lungs with cool, crisp air, the only thing permeating the silence.
What he didn’t expect was for him to sort of ... flop backwards. Sitting in the snow ...
“ ...uh... “
Well ... okay then. It had really not been a suggestion but rather a metaphorical thing. But, whatever worked. The quiet words, the peripheral he was still clearly visible in. He swallowed thickly, took another shaky breath, “J-just Harry Whitehorse ... “ the stutter was a swallow of breath before he tried to relax agitated joints. Fuck ...
... he still wanted to punch the skeletons lights out. “ Look ... Sans, was it? I ... don’t need to hear about that. “ His fingers twitched and he ran a hand through sandy blond hair. “ Fuck ... had t’get me angry ... “ That was more a whisper to himself in frustration than anything else.
“…..What was that last one?”
“ ... not having to break a promise ... to kill me? “”
