Ain Soph Aur

Indi-rp blog for Richter Abend from Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World. Semi-Hiatus

[dr-plot-device-blog]

"You should ask Julius where he gets his. He always looks very…put together."

[mortal-equinox]

"Yes, for a human he does have good taste in fashion."

[mortal-equinox]

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[x]

"So you do like my tie? Good, I was thinking about getting another one, that way I'm not wearing the same one all the time."

[mortal-equinox]

♠ [doctor plot device] Adjusting Richter's stupid bolo tie.

He smiles fondly at Aster as he adjusts his tie, even though it didn't really need adjusted at the time. He covers the blonde's hands with his own and moves them away from his tie. 

"Is everything okay, Aster?" He asks, keeping the other's hands in his own. "This is the third time you've tried fixing my tie. Do you really hate it that much?"

[mortal-equinox]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[dr-plot-device-blog]

He reddens as Richter rests their foreheads together, but doesn’t move. How often did the other show affection like this after all? He didn’t want to ruin it…

Instead, he closes his eyes and smiles, enjoying the closeness - not caring who might walk by and see, and definitely forgetting whatever it was they were talking about before. “Are you sure I’m the idiot?” He asks, trying hard to remain still.

After all, Richter had to be some kind of moron if he thought Aster could ever hate him.

[mortal-equinox]

He makes a noise and nods his head in answer to Aster's question. "You are." He confirms. Who in their right mind would feel safe around someone who almost killed them? It doesn't matter if he hadn't been in his right mind. It still happened. 

But...he was grateful Aster still trusted him. He really was. 

"Aster, why did you..." He trails off, unsure if he should actually ask this. He wasn't sure if it actually happened, or if he just imagined it.

[mortal-equinox]

"Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?" [dr-plot-device]

"I suppose I can. Why is this relevant?"

[strawberryhonors-blog]

☾ [dr-plot-device]

"Well, I guess you did say you’d dress up as a nurse for me." I’m kinda feeling like a pimp right now.

[dr-plot-device-blog]

"Well look who it is, Lord Richter~!"

"There’s a que forming for Doctor Mathis and Nurse Laker, but if you’re experiencing a medical emergency I’m sure we can bump you up to the front of the line~”

[strawberryhonors-blog]

"Ri-Richter?! - No Aster! He’s going to kill me! - It-It’s just a joke Richter!"

[mortal-equinox]

"That's what I thought."

[dr-plot-device-blog]

He shakes his head…reaching out and taking his hand. “I’m not pretending it didn’t happen. But blaming yourself for it is wrong…” with his other hand, he reaches up, gently taking his chin, to turn his head so he can see his eyes. “What we have to do now is find out what happened, so we can make sure it doesn’t happen again. To you or anyone.”

"You won’t hurt me. I promise…let’s figure this out, together."

[mortal-equinox]

He sighs, but he can't help but smile. "You...You're such an idiot." It's not even an insult...it's so full of affection and trust, not something he allows himself to show very often. 

He bumps Aster's forehead with his own. Aster was right. That couldn't have been him. He'd never hurt him, and he had to keep telling himself that, but he didn't know how Aster could feel so comfortable around him after that. Unless...he didn't, and he just wanted to help, so he put up with him to do so, but...

This wasn't a time to doubt himself. He couldn't. He had to be strong. Besides, he knew Aster, and that just didn't seem like something he'd do. Aster was too good to do something like that. 

[discordtrolls]

SEND ME TWO CHARACTERS AND I'LL TELL YOU WHICH ONE MINE WOULD SAVE FROM CERTAIN DEATH

[raivaryn]

While doing something mudane with my muse, your muse suddenly realizes they've been in love with mine. What's going through their head now?

[ainsophaured]

Richter’s got 99 problems and all of them are because of Aster.

[dr-plot-device-blog]

"Exactly." He takes his arm, pulling him from the door. "So how about instead of blaming yourself for something you didn’t do, we figure out what actually happened, so it doesn’t happen to anyone else?"

"For someone so brilliant you can be so foolish when it comes to yourself, do you know that?" He lets go of his arm once they’re out of the way of the director’s door. "This isn’t just about you and me now. There could be something dangerous loose in the school. We have to figure out what it is and stop it. Okay?"

[mortal-equinox]

"Didn't do--" He cuts himself off, glancing around the hall. They were alone, but who knows who could overhear in one of the rooms. Especially the Director just beyond the door.

So quieter, he continues, "Aster, you can't pretend nothing happened." He doesn't put up a fight when the blonde drags him away, but he still can't bring himself to look at him. "You shouldn't be here. I--What if I--" He can't even say it. He doesn't want to believe he'd do something like that again, but the possibility still stands.

[dr-plot-device-blog]

The blonde approaches him with purpose. It had been a day, and he’d had ample time to recover. He knew exactly what Richter was up to and he knew exactly where he would go.

"Richter stop." He says, not even bothering with pretending otherwise. "Why would you go to the director before coming to me?" He stops in front of him, one hand resting on his hip. Did Richter really intend to simply transfer without a word to him? Did he really think that would solve anything?

Did he think he’d let him?

[mortal-equinox]

He looks away from Aster, unable to look at him for too long without the guilt overwhelming him. He scowls at the door as if this is its fault. "I don't even know what I'm going to say to him," he admits pathetically. I don't know what to say to you.

"I can't tell him what happened." He should, but he can't. They'd execute him without a second though. 

[mortal-equinox]

He steeled himself, his hand hovering over the knob to the director's office. He needed to go in and put in a request to be transferred to the underground labs. The ones where he spent most of his childhood, but...

He would need a good excuse as to why he wanted transferred, after Aster had put so much effort into getting him out. The Director wouldn't just transfer him on a whim, but what could he say? 

He couldn't tell him the truth. He didn't know what he could say. 

Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention and he turns to see who was there. He freezes when he sees Aster, and he waits to see what the other will do. 

[mortal-equinox]

♣ [dr-plot-device]

—— ♣- Killer InstinctMy muse has the spirit of a murderer within them and their next target is your muse (I HATE YOU)

He stays silent, only half-listening to Aster as he babbles on aimlessly about whatever he was working on. That was all Aster ever did, and it was starting to get on his nerves. He’s put up with the annoying human for too long now. 

He idly rubs the hilt of one of his blades at his hip. Yes, this has gone on too long. 

He felt a little guilty for wanting to kill Aster. The blonde was endearing, in a painfully annoying way, and he didn’t lie when he said he was attracted to him, but when he picks his targets to kill, he never goes back on it. So this had to be done, just like all the others before. 

He draws his swords, keeping the curved blade at his side, the other pointed straight at Aster. There was no where he could run. This would be too easy. 

"I am truly sorry, Aster, but time’s up."

[dr-plot-device-blog]

He tries to follow, but his legs give out when he tries to use them too soon. His body was still in shock. He needed to rest, to calm his heart. But he needed Richter more. Or rather, Richter needed him. 

And his stupid legs wouldn’t even take him to him.

"Richter!" He yells at him this time, his voice hoarse. If anyone outside the lab hadn’t heard them by now, they’d have certainly heard that. 

[mortal-equinox]

He shakes his head and leaves, all but running down the hall. He felt bad, just leaving like that, but he couldn't stay there in that room with Aster. Not after what he did. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to look at Aster again. 

He doesn't stop running until he gets to his room, and he goes in, locking the door behind him. 

[mortal-equinox]

♣ [dr-plot-device]

—— ♣- Killer InstinctMy muse has the spirit of a murderer within them and their next target is your muse (I HATE YOU)

He stays silent, only half-listening to Aster as he babbles on aimlessly about whatever he was working on. That was all Aster ever did, and it was starting to get on his nerves. He’s put up with the annoying human for too long now. 

He idly rubs the hilt of one of his blades at his hip. Yes, this has gone on too long. 

He felt a little guilty for wanting to kill Aster. The blonde was endearing, in a painfully annoying way, and he didn’t lie when he said he was attracted to him, but when he picks his targets to kill, he never goes back on it. So this had to be done, just like all the others before. 

He draws his swords, keeping the curved blade at his side, the other pointed straight at Aster. There was no where he could run. This would be too easy. 

"I am truly sorry, Aster, but time’s up."

[dr-plot-device-blog]

"Richter!" He pushes himself off the table, stumbling after him, more things falling off of it as it slides across the floor. He couldn’t let him run off, not like this. None of this was his fault.

[mortal-equinox]

He hesitates when Aster calls to him, but he shakes it off, managing to get the door open just as the blonde stumbles towards him. 

No, no, Aster needed to stay away from him. Didn't he realize he was dangerous? Everyone in this damn research academy was right. He was a monster. 

[mortal-equinox]

♣ [dr-plot-device]

—— ♣- Killer InstinctMy muse has the spirit of a murderer within them and their next target is your muse (I HATE YOU)

He stays silent, only half-listening to Aster as he babbles on aimlessly about whatever he was working on. That was all Aster ever did, and it was starting to get on his nerves. He’s put up with the annoying human for too long now. 

He idly rubs the hilt of one of his blades at his hip. Yes, this has gone on too long. 

He felt a little guilty for wanting to kill Aster. The blonde was endearing, in a painfully annoying way, and he didn’t lie when he said he was attracted to him, but when he picks his targets to kill, he never goes back on it. So this had to be done, just like all the others before. 

He draws his swords, keeping the curved blade at his side, the other pointed straight at Aster. There was no where he could run. This would be too easy. 

"I am truly sorry, Aster, but time’s up."

[dr-plot-device-blog]

"Richter.." He finally chokes out, staggering to his feet. He uses the table for support, but reaches for him. "Richter please…" Please don’t go…

He could tell it was him, just by the look on his face. Whether or not whatever was influencing him was gone was another question entirely, but for now it was Richter staring back at him. “…don’t…” he tried again, only to cough a little more. He’d have to get his lungs full of air once more before trying to talk…

[mortal-equinox]

He wants to go to Aster, to comfort him and make sure he's okay, but he can't. He shouldn't, because he didn't want to hurt him again. He can't even trust himself not to anymore. It was never something he thought he would do.

  "I--" He starts lamely, but he stops, because what could he say? I'm sorry Aster, I didn't mean to nearly choke you to death? 

Instead, he backs up until he hits the door and he fumbles for the doorknob. He needs to get out of here-- he can't breath.