#glassheartbeat

[multixkitten]

@glassheartbeat

He’d been missing for three days past when he was supposed to be home. He’d made the mistake of dropping by the bar for a drink, needing to sooth his frazzled nerves. He’d met a stranger there, one who helped him.

Only to turn on him in his weakened state. For fun.

Bloody, broken and exhausted, he was staring up at the rain, unable to move his body. 

Golden eyes blinked slowly, deadened as they stared, uncaring about the rain falling into them.

He hoped no one found him.

“You don’t deserve death.” He had been told.

And he was right. He didn’t. He deserved to live like this as long as possible.

The ring was clutched in his right hand, covered in blood...like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Zen...

[multixkitten]

@glassheartbeat

It’s early the next morning when Obi finds himself summoned to Izana’s office right after leaving Zen’s room. 

Heart in his throat, he goes--he doesn’t quite have it in him to put a mask on right now but--

Any ability to articulate anything is gone the moment Izana opens his lips.

“You realize what the implications of this are, don’t you?”

“Yes.” He spoke, voice dead, and he knows. 

This is the day he’s been dreading and waiting for.

“Fix it.” Izana orders, and holds out his hand. And on autopilot, he fishes around his neck and unclasps the chain of his castle identifier, his position shining on the front, and sets it in Izana’s hands.

“You are dismissed.”

Dismissed.

He turns and he walks, walks, walks--

On autopilot, he ends up outside Zen’s balcony, just watching him work for a moment, concentrating--

And then he closes his eyes, turns his head away, and runs.

/I fixed it./

/I’m sorry./ /I love you./

[multixkitten]

@glassheartbeat​

Dressed in his traveling clothes, Obi was pleased to finally be getting some time away from the Palace. It wasn’t that he didn’t love it, because he did (after all, it was where he lived now), but...it was stifling at times. Obi had missed being out in the wilderness.

Unconsciously, he snuck a glance back at his lover, smiling from his horse. “--You holding up back there, Master?”

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@glassheartbeat​

It was supposed to be a simple mission. But somewhere along the line, Obi began to wish they’d brought Mitsuhide or Kiki with them to do this.

Because suddenly they were surrounded.

Slowly, eyes narrowing as he reached for his knives, Obi felt himself go into that mindset he fell into when he was fighting. An almost superb sense of calm.

“You ready for this, Master?”

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Anonymous said:"You look like the moon.." (Shin-Ah to Kija)

“--The moon?” He tilts his head, blinking at Shin-ah, and just stares. Sometimes it was difficult to understand exactly what the other dragon meant.

“But...I thought you were the one like the moon.”

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Me and @glassheartbeat​ plotting on discord:

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Anonymous said:“I wanted a bit more light so I could look inside your eyes and get the colors just right.” (glassheartbeat @ Obi)

@glassheartbeat​

“Nothing really all that impressive about them, Zen. They’re just yellow.” Or amber really, but he supposed his eyes would be unusual in these parts.

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sincerecaptain said:"We're never lost if we can find each other." And Zen would always find him. (@ Obi)

@glassheartbeat​

“---” Why was Zen always so sweet to him? Smiling a little, he reaches out, letting his fingers delicately brush the other’s before pulling back, just enough to tease him with the touch.

“--Always, Master.”