#dupliciti.

[gaolerr]

"it's too late to say you're sorry." bluntly said, despite the hint of a smile on chapped lips as duke leads the thief along dark, winding corridors. sampo's only been under wriothesly's care for an hour at most... he doesn't think he's stopped talking for more than a few seconds this whole time. // @dupliciti

[yinhu-moved]

@dupliciti  :  "  what  are  you  doing  out  here  by  yourself  ?  "

squatting  within  the  snow,  rune  has  his  arms  wrapped  around  his  frame,  a  futile  attempt  at  trying  to  warm  himself  up.  an  echo  of  his  mother's  voice  had  led  him  to  this  particular  spot,  yet  he  found  nothing  at  all,  not  even  a  trace  of  her. 

greatsword  laying  at  his  side,  he  suddenly  grabs  the  handle  at  the  sound  of  the  other's  voice.  turquoise  orbs  darken,  as  he  prepares  for  a  fight  ..  only  for  his  stance  to  let  up,  ever  so  slightly,  at  seeing  the  familiar  head  of  blue. 

"  ..  what  a  question  that  is.  maybe  you  should  think  about  answerin'  it  first  ?  "  a  brief  glance  around  their  surroundings.  not  a  structure  for  miles.  just  white,  white  and  more  white. 

"  ..  did  you  follow  me  ?  even  though  i  said  not  to.  "

[yinhu-moved]

@dupliciti,  sc.

“  tell  me,  my  dearest  mercenary,  what  is  your  opinion  on  death  ?  ”  despite  the  somber  topic  of  choice,  luocha's  elegance  does  not  falter. 

[xushiasfafaf]

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

for  a  moment,  caelus  forgot  everything  again.  the  rush  of  the  fight,  the  aftermath,  the  destruction  on  his  own  body,  versus  the  dead  bodies  laid  about  ..  it  took  hearing  his  voice  for  everything  to  start  to  settle  inside  his  head.  star  leans  against  the  fool's  body,  eyelashes  fluttering  as  he  opens  inquisitive  golden  hues.  “  ..  it  felt  like  i  was  in  penacony  again.  all  disoriented,  confused,  EMPTY,  unfulfilled,  lost  ..  like  i  was  losing  a  very  big  piece  of  me.  ”  caelus  speaks,  but  he  knows  he  doesn't  make  much  sense.  it  is  rather  rare  for  him  to  express  his  thoughts,  often  leaving  others  outside  of  his  chaotic  and  conflicting  mind.  aside  from  dan  heng,  who  he's  shared  countless  nights  with  -  a  lack  of  a  real  room  of  his  own  the  cause  for  such  unintended  vulnerability  ..  most  did  not  know  what  truly  goes  on  inside  of  him.  did  he,  really,  either  ?  the  stellaron  inside  his  chest  burns  brightly  ..  it  takes  a  toll  on  his  shell.  some  days  were  worse  than  others.  the  shivers,  the  aches,  the  inability  to  walk  straight.  hm,  he  cannot  blame  sampo  if  he  faces  bewilderment,  regarding  his  situation.  taking  his  companion's  opinion  into  mind,  trailblazer  remains  stationed  in  his  spot.  head  lowers  to  take  a  look  at  his  wounds.  they  didn't  look  good  at  all.

[yingqi]

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

the  captain  shouldn't  be  so  intimately  intertwined  with  the  mercenary.  with  what  he  does  know  about  sampo,  their  connection  would  be  frowned  upon  by  outsiders,  should  they  realize  that  there  is  something  deeper  than  gepard  attempting  to  keep  the  peace  through  keeping  sampo's  antics  at  bay.  he  knows  he  shouldn't  rely  on  him,  of  all  people,  yet  ..  as  he  looks  around  at  the  snow  covered  battlefield,  red  painting  white,  where  they  are  the  only  two  living  bodies  left  ..  resignation  is  all  that  he  can  manage.  “  fine,  but  ..  ”  his  left  hand  moves  to  grasp  onto  the  other  male's  wrist,  yet  ..  he  doesn't,  simply  hovering  over  his  arm.  “  don't  touch  me,  unless  you  have  no  choice.  ”  because  he's  unstable  now,  having  little  control  over  his  freezing  abilities.  “  should  something  happen  to  you  if  you  ignore  my  warnings,  it  will  be  my  fault  for  not  being  convincing  enough.  ”

[catclyssm]

no effort is made to try and conceal the bouncer's approach toward the newest patron of the bustling club in full flow of prime-time activity. drinks are flowing, the music keeps picking up every few minutes and nakahara chuuya is in his element. anyone who knows this establishment knows not to so much as toe the line of the rules put in place by the head of security in this place.

which is why chuuya assumes that tall, blue and passable looking is already swooping around trying to get the measure of the more inebriated patrons and hardly making an attempt to hide his activities in the process. drawing level with the taller man, chuuya catches his wrist in a grip that all but demands that sampo pay attention. "you got a name? 'cus i need a name t' put to the face i'm gonna introduce to the concrete outside if you carry on breakin' the rules like that, pal." -> @dupliciti : sc.

[gaolerr]

. @dupliciti ; Can I get an extra pillow? lack of sleep starters . accepting

arms remain firmly crossed over the duke's chest as he watches sampo stand at the other side of his desk with that same stupid grin he's always got within easy reach. wriothesley can't tell if prison suits the thief or if he's just putting on a good show of confidence as he adjusts to the different lifestyle down here. either way, the hound knows he's not going to glean much information just by staring at the taller man. that much he knows for sure.

tilting his chin upwards and allowing a hint of a smile to creep across his lips, wriothesley can't help the shine in his eyes in lieu of a verbal response - if only for a delayed moment. eventually, the hound speaks as he pushes himself to his feet and rounds the edge of his desk, voice punctuated by dull footsteps as he crosses the metal floor. "sure you can, sampo. did you really think i'd want any of my residents to spend their nights uncomfortable within these four walls?"

this line of work relies on wriothesley understanding how best to communicate with very specific types of people and - unfortunately (or fortunately? he hasn't quite decided on that one just yet) for him - sampo koski is someone wriothesley has plenty of experience communicating with. placing himself in front of the taller man, the hound lifts a hand and allows his fingertips to brush 'gainst sampo's jawline - up and around to cup his cheek and tilt that infuriatingly handsome visage down to fully lock his gaze with those jade hues. only when he's sure he's got sampo's full attention, does the duke lift up to his tip toes and brush his lips against the thief's own pair. "a pillow costs five coupons. coupons can be earnt through work within the fortress. try earning some like the rest of the people in here, hm?"

with that, sampo is released and wriothesley retreats to lean back against his desk with an undeniably smug grin spreading across his expression.