CLOSED || MYCHEL + MYA || THE RED KEEP ( @myastxne )
Mychel found he was quite relieved to have so many people crammed into such a small place; it made avoiding someone rather easy. Never in anything less than a crowd, it was a simple matter to hide behind a column upon the sight of a familiar head of curls or to act oh so engaged in any conversation so as to make any distraction impossible. It was unavoidable that Mychel would make some enemies amongst the women whose bed he shared; even he was not foolish enough to think otherwise, and so he had learned from experience how to prevent any uncomfortable confrontations.
Except, it seemed that Mya was avoiding him too, and that - that was rather unusual. No one avoided him, practicing the same evasive maneuvers he employed with such ease. No one but her, and much as he supposed he couldn’t blame her, well, it just simply wouldn’t do. Was the need to make her face him worth actually facing her? Likely not, and yet he found his mind constantly wandering to her whenever she left the room as soon as he entered.
When he ran into her - quite literally, backing away from the Lord of gods-knew-where and directly into his former flame - Mychel had not quite made up his mind on just what he was going to do about Mya Stone. The gods, it appeared, were far more decisive. “My lady,” he said, all grandiose manners and a cheeky smile. “Sincerest apologies, I did not mean to run into you so rudely.”
It took Mya only a few moments to spot Mychel in the crowd of people. The room may have been bustling, but she was so in tune with his movements, his features, that there could've been hundreds more and she still would have found him with ease. She hated that. She felt an emptiness in her stomach, wishing that of all places to be, she wasn't here at this moment. Her eyes flickered back and forth, tracking wherever he was moving, seemingly against the walls, away from others. Regardless of what his intetions were, she was making every effort to avoid him, and hoped he would not take notice, or that if he did, he would leave her be.
She still didn't know what to make the entire, complicated situation. She was foolish, she knew that now, but then she was in such pain, it was hard to separate that from duty even this day. It was not Mychel's fault, nor Ysilla's, and she wanted so badly to be done with it. Yet, the feeling stayed. The hurt, the pain, it all came back the moment she saw him. Maybe she needed closure, but this was not the time for that.
Noticing him moving her way, she attempted to maneuver around a crowd, unable to do so as he easily approached her. She clasped her hands together in front of her, her knuckles turning white as she held them so tightly. "Not a lady." Mya quickly replied. "It's busy in here, I suppose I didn't expect to run into anyone I knew." Her voice was firm, and slightly aggravated that she had been caught. She was never good at hiding her emotions in front of him.




















