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 couldnât blame her, well, it just simply wouldnât 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. âMy lady,â he said, all grandiose manners and a cheeky smile. âSincerest apologies, I did not mean to run into you so rudely.â










