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Coming Home || brokenmaskedreplica

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Guy only held him tighter, unsure of what to say. He wasn’t an expert in the least when it came to finding yourself; he still had trouble identifying himself at times. All he felt he could do was hold him and offer assuring words, “What are you talking about? You have a ton of good qualities. Just think of how happy you make me just by being yourself.”

It was true; Guy was often taken aback when he heard words like this leave Sync’s mouth. He knew he must have been angry a lot of the time, but the blond almost never noticed it with how often he was bringing him happiness. “I’ve never met anyone who can fight like you – you’re one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met. Just think; you were in command of an entire combat unit despite everything you had gone through.”

Guy grazed Sync’s cheek with his thumb, gently wiping away any wetness from his cheeks. He found it hard to look away from his red eyes; so broken and so lost. He wondered if he would be the one to change the way they looked. “I love you because, despite everything you say, I think you’re a good person. You may still be angry all the time, and you have a right to be, but I think you handle your life better than most people could have.”

Raising his hand, he ruffled his hand through his hair playfully. “Just don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? It almost makes me miss the Sync who I knew could kick my ass if I looked at him the wrong way.”

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Sync closed his eyes, leaning in to Guy’s touch. It was difficult to believe Guy’s words, especially with the way he was brought up. He never knew anything other than hating himself.

But he didn’t want that anymore. That wasn’t his life. This was his life. “I…. don’t know what to do but… I’m sick of being angry. I just… want to be normal…” He wrapped his arms around Guy, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry.”

He took in a deep breath, trying to stop himself from crying. “I really do love you. I can’t… guarantee that I won’t be hard on myself but… I want to change. I think.” His fingers gripped his shirt tightly.

“But don’t think for a second that I can’t kick your ass. I may be out of practice, but I’m confident enough.” He peaked up at Guy through his bangs, smirking slightly. “But that can wait until you rest a bit.”

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“You just have to take it a day at a time. It’s not going to be easy but I’ll be here for you every step of the way.” Guy slid his hands down Sync’s arms, resting them on his elbows as he still had a hold on him.

Hearing the cockiness in Sync’s voice only added to his playfulness. He had certainly missed that side of him. “Oh yeah? Maybe we don’t have to wait.” He slid his hands down farther, holding onto his wrists before sharply placing them behind Sync’s back to keep him in place. Leaning in, his grin grew wide as his face came close to his. “I don’t think I need too much rest to handle you.”

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Coming Home || brokenmaskedreplica

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Guy felt a wave of guilt hit him but somehow felt this conversation was necessary. They couldn’t just live pretending everything was alright although Guy never imagined seeing Sync as a burden. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders, he pulled him in close with his back to his chest. “You’re not a burden at all. I don’t want to hear that from you.”

He leaned his head on to his arms, his words coming out close to Sync’s ear. “The only thing you need to do is just be yourself and people will like you. You won me over, right?” He kept his tone light and playful. “And you read those books all the time; there must have been something in there that peaked your interest? …And if you’re ever lonely or bored, there’s so many things you could do. You could go into the study, walk around the city….Hey, I’m sure even Emperor Peony would be happy to have you over from time to time.”

[failedreplication]

Sync’s hands fell to his side and he bit down on his lip. “It would be easier if I knew…. If I understood who I am.” Leaning against Guy, he hung his head. “The only me I know is the one that people fear. I’m angry all the time. Sometimes I’m surprised that you love me…”

He rubbed his sleeve against his face, brushing away more tears. “But…. I want to be someone that you can be proud of.” He hiccuped softly, holding back a sob. “Sometimes, I look in the mirror and wonder how you could love someone like me. I can’t find any good qualities in myself.”

He turned around to look at Guy, his eyes red from crying. “I feel…. so lost… Guy, I…”

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Guy only held him tighter, unsure of what to say. He wasn’t an expert in the least when it came to finding yourself; he still had trouble identifying himself at times. All he felt he could do was hold him and offer assuring words, “What are you talking about? You have a ton of good qualities. Just think of how happy you make me just by being yourself.”

It was true; Guy was often taken aback when he heard words like this leave Sync’s mouth. He knew he must have been angry a lot of the time, but the blond almost never noticed it with how often he was bringing him happiness. “I’ve never met anyone who can fight like you -- you’re one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met. Just think; you were in command of an entire combat unit despite everything you had gone through.”

Guy grazed Sync’s cheek with his thumb, gently wiping away any wetness from his cheeks. He found it hard to look away from his red eyes; so broken and so lost. He wondered if he would be the one to change the way they looked. “I love you because, despite everything you say, I think you’re a good person. You may still be angry all the time, and you have a right to be, but I think you handle your life better than most people could have.”

Raising his hand, he ruffled his hand through his hair playfully. “Just don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? It almost makes me miss the Sync who I knew could kick my ass if I looked at him the wrong way.”

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Coming Home || brokenmaskedreplica

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That had clearly been the wrong thing to say.

As Sync pulled him close, although not in the way he would have liked, he could see the hurt in his eyes from his words. He could barely look him in the eyes as he noticed what he had done. He half expected to get punched, although he didn’t pull away from Sync’s grip. If anything, he probably deserved it.

“Hey…” He reached out, on the verge of touching Sync but never making contact. ‘I’m… I’m sorry for that too. I didn’t mean it like that.” He finally touched his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “You know I don’t see it like that at all. I think it’s sweet.” Despite the soft tone in his voice, Guy hesitated, wondering if it was right to continue. 

“But… I do get worried about you sometimes. I don’t want you to feel like you need to wait up on me all the time.” It had been on his mind for a while. What would Sync do if he actually never came back? It was a question he almost didn’t want to hear the answer to. “Which…you have to admit that you do…a little.”

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Sync rubbed away at whatever tears were forming in his eyes. God, he had gotten soft. But Guy was right, as much as he didn’t want to admit. “I….” What was he even supposed to say? “I know… that I do… I’m scared….”

He turned his back to Guy once more, not wanting him to see his face. He felt so weak, after all. “Y-you’ve done so much for me and… you love me and I… I don’t do anything. But what should I even do…? When you’re not here, it’s so lonely. Maybe it’s cause I don’t really have any friends but I don’t know what to do about that.”

He brushed away fresh tears with his palm, breathing heavily. “Am I…. a burden to you? Because that’s what I feel like. I’m just dead weight… You could do… so  much better than me…”

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Guy felt a wave of guilt hit him but somehow felt this conversation was necessary. They couldn’t just live pretending everything was alright although Guy never imagined seeing Sync as a burden. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders, he pulled him in close with his back to his chest. “You’re not a burden at all. I don’t want to hear that from you.”

He leaned his head on to his arms, his words coming out close to Sync’s ear. “The only thing you need to do is just be yourself and people will like you. You won me over, right?” He kept his tone light and playful. “And you read those books all the time; there must have been something in there that peaked your interest? ...And if you’re ever lonely or bored, there’s so many things you could do. You could go into the study, walk around the city....Hey, I’m sure even Emperor Peony would be happy to have you over from time to time.”

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Coming Home || brokenmaskedreplica

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There was nothing Guy could do differently to make up for what he did. He knew he should have written a letter. He knew he should have let Sync know. He knew Sync would be angry about all of this. All of it he knew, and yet he could still frustration building up inside of him. Sure, he knew Sync must have been lonely but was that really all of his fault?

He could have sworn he understand this whole situation and how to handle it, but as Sync’s word came out through grit teeth, Guy couldn’t help but mutter out, “…I wasn’t aware that I was completely responsible for your entertainment.”

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Sync turned around quickly, grasping at the collar of Guy’s shirt and pulling at it roughly. “You think this is about me being entertained?” he yelled furiously. “I don’t care about being entertained. What I care about is you. You think I just waited around until fucking stupid hours of the night just because I wanted you here to entertain me?”

He pulled Guy to eye level. “I was lonely because I missed having you here. I want you here because I love you. I don’t care if I’m bored just as long as you’re here.” He almost had it in himself to punch Guy in the face. “But if you think that’s the only reason I want you here, then fine. Fuck you.” He shoved Guy away and stared down at the ground, feeling as though he would cry.

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That had clearly been the wrong thing to say.

As Sync pulled him close, although not in the way he would have liked, he could see the hurt in his eyes from his words. He could barely look him in the eyes as he noticed what he had done. He half expected to get punched, although he didn’t pull away from Sync’s grip. If anything, he probably deserved it.

“Hey...” He reached out, on the verge of touching Sync but never making contact. ‘I’m... I’m sorry for that too. I didn’t mean it like that.” He finally touched his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “You know I don’t see it like that at all. I think it’s sweet.” Despite the soft tone in his voice, Guy hesitated, wondering if it was right to continue. 

“But... I do get worried about you sometimes. I don’t want you to feel like you need to wait up on me all the time.” It had been on his mind for a while. What would Sync do if he actually never came back? It was a question he almost didn’t want to hear the answer to. “Which...you have to admit that you do...a little.”

[otpprompts]

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Coming Home || brokenmaskedreplica

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Guy couldn’t blame him for being angry, but his own lack of sleep and frustration were starting to get to him. He let Sync go to the windowsill, curling his hands into a fist as he watched him. One letter could have avoided all of this. “I know I should have written you, but they kept promising it would be soon and I figured by the time I sent you anything, I would have been home already.”

His brows furrowed as he heard Sync’s habits from him not being there. Was this all really his fault? Guy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are…you sure you don’t want to talk about it? You know I’m sorry…”

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Sync groaned, got to his feet and walked back over to Guy. He curled his fists at his side, his head pounding angrily. “Look, I know you’re sorry but there’s nothing to talk about. Nothing at all.”

He really didn’t want to be angry. He should have been happy that he was home. He breathed deeply and turned around, unsure of where he wanted to be in that moment. “I know you’re sorry….” he said again through gritted teeth. “But that still doesn’t make up for it.”

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There was nothing Guy could do differently to make up for what he did. He knew he should have written a letter. He knew he should have let Sync know. He knew Sync would be angry about all of this. All of it he knew, and yet he could still frustration building up inside of him. Sure, he knew Sync must have been lonely but was that really all of his fault?

He could have sworn he understand this whole situation and how to handle it, but as Sync’s word came out through grit teeth, Guy couldn’t help but mutter out, “...I wasn’t aware that I was completely responsible for your entertainment.”

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Coming Home || brokenmaskedreplica

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Guy would be lying if he wasn’t half-expecting Sync to run into his arms and forgive him instantly, but that was just wishful thinking on his part. He walked fully into the room, shutting the door carefully behind him. 

So Sync was mad; if the sarcasm dripping heavily from his tone wasn’t enough of an indication, it was the way he turned away from him. And to be honest, Guy really wasn’t in the mood for a fight right now. He breathed in heavily, resisting all urges to sigh again. 

Making his way to their bed, he sat down on the side where Sync was turned away from him. Gently laying a hand on his shoulder, he caressed him softly. “Look, I know you’re mad. Something – a lot of things went wrong during that trip and they kept extending my stay.” He leaned in closer, on the verge of leaning against him. “I know I should have written you a letter. You… weren’t too lonely, were you?”

[failedreplication]

He looked up at Guy, almost wanting to shrug his hand off his shoulder but also craving the touch after so long. The conflicting feelings were very frustrating. “Of course I’m mad. You told me it would be a week and then you don’t contact me?”

Sync sat upright, leaning towards Guy and staring him in the eyes with a glare. “One letter, just one, that’s all I would have needed.” He quickly got to his feet and stomped over to the window, sitting himself on the windowsill with his legs curled up towards him.

“I read every book in the house… I stopped sleeping normal hours….” He rested his head on his knees. “You’re a jerk… Don’t talk to me…”

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Guy couldn’t blame him for being angry, but his own lack of sleep and frustration were starting to get to him. He let Sync go to the windowsill, curling his hands into a fist as he watched him. One letter could have avoided all of this. “I know I should have written you, but they kept promising it would be soon and I figured by the time I sent you anything, I would have been home already.”

His brows furrowed as he heard Sync’s habits from him not being there. Was this all really his fault? Guy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are...you sure you don’t want to talk about it? You know I’m sorry...”

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Coming Home || brokenmaskedreplica

Guy already knew he was in trouble. 

There was no way he could leave for a trip that was supposed to be a week at max, that later turned into a few week, then verging on the edge of becoming a month and come home to welcoming faces – or rather, just one face in particular worried him. He had let Sync know in advance that the trip wouldn’t take long at all; they had spent longer time away from each other but due to several miscommunications, it ended up taking longer. 

He let his head fall on the door frame for a moment before opening up the doors of his manor. He felt drained.

He almost wish he could just sneak in like the old days. The way his maids greeted him so happily (and loudly) left him feeling self-conscious as he peeked around, wondering when exactly he’d run into Sync. Maybe he had already left him.

He knew he should have written some letters. 

Slinking through the manor, Guy finally crept his way to the doorway of his room. He sighed heavily, almost feeling like he should knock on the door. All he asked was that Sync wasn’t too mad. Opening the door, he peeked his head in, speaking softly, his voice low and tired, “…Sync? I’m home.”

Finally, he thought.

[failedreplication]

Over the course of time that Guy was gone, Sync had grown increasingly impatient. He knew for a fact that Guy was fine. He wasn’t off doing anything dangerous, unless he forgot to mention that little detail, so he wasn’t worried about him being in danger.

But the manor was lonely without him there. Sure, there were the maids, but it was difficult to talk to them sometimes. Aside from eating meals, he found himself either lying in bed all day or in the library flipping through books.

Eventually, he grew frustrated. He could at least contact me, he thought, wanting to throw the book he had against the wall.

On the day Guy returned home, Sync lay on their bed staring up mindlessly at the ceiling. He barely heard the door open, so focused on not feeling lonely. His eyes glanced over to Guy and he wasn’t sure what to feel. He wanted to get up and run into his arms. Really badly, if that counted for anything.

But he also knew that he was incredibly angry with him. He decided to focus on the latter.

“Are you really now?” Sync said, anger tinting his voice. He rolled over onto his side, turning his eyes away. “That’s great, isn’t it?” he added, laying on the sarcasm strongly.

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Guy would be lying if he wasn’t half-expecting Sync to run into his arms and forgive him instantly, but that was just wishful thinking on his part. He walked fully into the room, shutting the door carefully behind him. 

So Sync was mad; if the sarcasm dripping heavily from his tone wasn’t enough of an indication, it was the way he turned away from him. And to be honest, Guy really wasn’t in the mood for a fight right now. He breathed in heavily, resisting all urges to sigh again. 

Making his way to their bed, he sat down on the side where Sync was turned away from him. Gently laying a hand on his shoulder, he caressed him softly. “Look, I know you’re mad. Something -- a lot of things went wrong during that trip and they kept extending my stay.” He leaned in closer, on the verge of leaning against him. “I know I should have written you a letter. You... weren’t too lonely, were you?”

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Coming Home || brokenmaskedreplica

Guy already knew he was in trouble. 

There was no way he could leave for a trip that was supposed to be a week at max, that later turned into a few week, then verging on the edge of becoming a month and come home to welcoming faces -- or rather, just one face in particular worried him. He had let Sync know in advance that the trip wouldn’t take long at all; they had spent longer time away from each other but due to several miscommunications, it ended up taking longer. 

He let his head fall on the door frame for a moment before opening up the doors of his manor. He felt drained.

He almost wish he could just sneak in like the old days. The way his maids greeted him so happily (and loudly) left him feeling self-conscious as he peeked around, wondering when exactly he’d run into Sync. Maybe he had already left him.

He knew he should have written some letters. 

Slinking through the manor, Guy finally crept his way to the doorway of his room. He sighed heavily, almost feeling like he should knock on the door. All he asked was that Sync wasn’t too mad. Opening the door, he peeked his head in, speaking softly, his voice low and tired, “...Sync? I’m home.”

Finally, he thought.

[failedreplication]

SEMI-SERIOUS PLAYFIGHTS THAT END WITH ONE PERSON PINNED TO THE FLOOR/WALL AND ACCIDENTAL FURIOUS KISSING THO

[iodraws]

im rusty

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(( i like to think that this is how they are like 90% of the time in the beginning. guy just always trying to help sync look on the bright side of things and sync’s just like “no thank u” but secretly doesn’t want him to stop because it issues some cute heart to hearts and some physical contact. then guy just claims he’s just trying to be a good friend even tho having a chance to see sync smile is enough for him and of course anise calls them both out because no they aren’t being subtle at all ))

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(( guess who is slowly but surely getting their shit together and now has time to rp this blond dork again ))

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hiatus

(( going on a break because i literally am just so busy + so unmotivated that i can’t even find the time or the energy to log into this account these days ))

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brokenmaskedreplica replied to your post:"Will you... hold me a little...?" Sync mumbled,...

“Not really.” His arms wrapped around Guy and he could feel his arms shaking. “I just want to forget about it.”

“I understand.” Guy laced his fingers through his hair. He understood all too well, he thought to himself as he rested his chin against his head. He could feel Sync’s arms shaking around him as he held him. With a assuring tone, he said, “...I heard that if you concentrate on someone’s heartbeat, especially if it’s a steady one, you’re more likely to calm your own.” 

Guy held him tighter, wondering if he could hear his heartbeat with how close he was. He hoped his words would soothe him, enough to even draw him away from thoughts of his nightmare. “I thought it was pretty interesting.”

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"Will you... hold me a little...?" Sync mumbled, tugging on Guy's sleeve lightly. "I... had a horrible nightmare..."

Guy peeked up from the book he was reading, eyes fixated on the boy’s uneasy expression. Setting the book down with one hand, he rubbed Sync’s arm tenderly with the other. “Of course, you don’t even have to ask.” 

Laying down into the bed, he wasted no time in wrapping his arms tightly against his frame, his hand pushing his head against his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?”

[okcupidescapades]

one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled “i could beat the shit out of you” in his ear.

he said “i know”

[firstjumperonfire]

imagine your otp

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(( my laptop is fixed sooo I’M BACK and i have a mighty need for cute rps ))