Just Breathe

Vasco de la Fuente / 24 / Prince of Argentina Brother of Nael and Paula Watched by Choi Ki Yong

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princenaelxdlf·: 

   As much as Nael wanted to hold onto the cheery tone and demeanor he held, it was rather hard, considering the gravity of the next few words to come out of his mouth. Fighting through the tears that did not wish to stop rolling down, he tried to fervently soldier on. “Brother, I had been missing for nearly a week.” 

   Unfortunately, the first sentence alone was enough to crack him, faltering his smile. “I– I had been taken into the dungeons.” He should have said more, but his voice broke by the end, causing him to pause and swallow anxiously. Instead of talking, the man merely lifted his arms, showing his haphazardly bandaged limbs to his brother.

Nael had been missing for a week?? Vasco felt like a right asshole not being more on the ball, checking in on his brother and sister. It was for this precise reason that he was usually so rigorous in knowing where each of them were. But with the fires, and the heat, and everything else, Vasco had been forced to hole up in Ki Yong’s villa. And look at what had happened. 

He moved forward, hands moving quickly but the slowing when they came near his brother’s injured arm, gently cradling it as he looked quite upset. “Oh god... Oh my g-...” his voice broke and he didn’t even realize that he was crying as he reached out to hug his brother but stopped short, “You’re.. are you hurt other... can I even....” the last thing he wanted to do was make things worse and he gestured at Nael, trying to ask if he was hurt elsewhere, if he could give him a hug.

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delafuentepaula·: 

The petite brunetteneeded a break. Between the fire, finding Nael on the sand with no reaction andVasco probably at the villa because of the smoke (which was very unhealthy foran asthmatic, and that also worried the Argentinean princess), she simplyneeded a break, and the fact that she hasn’t been eating properly with all thatwas going on; she clearly needed something on her stomach. So after taking a quickshower and dressing, she found her way out of Toulach house and heading overthe canteen. At this point, anything they had was going to be good for herhungry stomach. The princess found a seat on a table and closed her eyes as shesmelled the air. It was already relaxing to think on eat something and she waswith that thought when a familiar voice called her. Opening her eyes, the sightrevealed tenderness and happiness to see her brother. Standing up, she simplywent to hug him. “Hey…”she smiled before pulling back and taking a seat again. Patting the seat next to her so her brother could sit, she kept smiling, relieved he was looking better due to the fire.

Vasco held Paula tightly, needing her gentle comfort in that moment. He hated that he was glad she was here. He shouldn’t think that way but he couldn’t help it. Sitting down next to her, Vasco sighed lightly, “Food... what do you want? It’s all shit really so it almost doesn’t matter...” he was overcritical of the food, well, of everything really, but it was something that kept him occupied, “Nael was looking better this morning...” he spoke quietly, his brow furrowed deeply as he picked at the napkin in front of him, not sure if he actually believed his bullshit or not. 

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princenaelxdlf·: 

   His brother’s reaction was a giveaway. Because not even Vasco was that arrogant and cold-hearted, considering what Nael just went through. He clearly, simply, did not know. 

   Amidst tears, he found himself smiling at his younger brother. “You idiot. Has Paula not told you yet?” he asked, as he tried to wipe the tears away.

Vasco’s anger flared despite his best efforts, “Told me what, Nael?? God fucking dammit would you just tell me??” though he was angry there was a very obvious plaintive tone to his voice as well, desperate to know what he had missed and, more importantly, what he could do. 

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princenaelxdlf·: 

   Nael’s slumber was cut quite short at the arrival of, yet again, another visitor. This time, it was from someone whom he had not seen for a long while now. 

   “Hermano.” he immediately responded, forcing himself to sit upright on his bed. He had been utterly worried of his brother, especially when he had heard that another fire had taken place in his absence, and that the smoke was much bigger the second time around. For someone suffering from asthma, it was more likely to be hell. 

   Smiling weakly at his brother, he felt like bursting into tears out of sheer joy. And he did. “There you are! Where have you been?”

Something was wrong, well, more wrong than normal. Vasco didn’t understand why Nael suddenly started crying. “What?” he asked quietly, hovering near the end of Nael’s bed, unsure if he should go to him or not, “What’s w-... I’ve just been at Ki Yong’s villa, staying out of the smoke as much as I could; okay, no, what’s wrong, why are you crying??”

It shouldn’t have been that big of a shock to see him, something was very, very off and Vasco suddenly wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer. Nael was supposed to be the strong one...

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All he wanted was to make sure Paula was okay. Was it so much to ask? Apparently getting her to stop by every hour so he could keep tabs on her was “unreasonable” but, honestly, it didn’t feel like it to Vasco. Instead, he was braving the outdoors again, two inhalers in his pocket, just in case, on a mission to find his little sister. ‘Be at the canteen, be at the canteen, be at the canteen...’ he had it on repeat in his head, trying to manifest Paula at the canteen, which was nice and close. To his surprise and delight, there she was, like she had been waiting for him the entire time, “Paula... hey...” @delafuentepaula

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Between the smoke, the execution, and fucking Ki Yong, Vasco was having a pretty hard time of it. He could barely leave Ki Yong’s villa let alone do something as strenuous as keep tabs on Nael and Paula but today he was determined to see them both. Shoving two inhalers in his pocket - overkill but hey... - Vasco headed out, walking very leisurely, making his way to Tulach House. It seemed the best place to start, there was no way in hell he was yelling today. Knocking on Nael’s door, he simply went in, not bothering to wait for permission, “Nael? Hermano mayor?” @princenaelxdlf

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Tagging @oceanic-casanova cuz @princenaelxdlf and @delafuentepaula would probably never say no to Vasco lol

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anderson-weckler·: 

Anderson quirked a brow at that, barely suppressing the urge to smile. “Between the smoke, your asthma, and the humidity, taking an extended hike was stupid fucking idea. —Just saying.” Setting the bottle of rum between his thighs, he raised his hands palms out, in a shallow showing of surrender. “And, to be fair, I didn’t know who was behind me when I spoke.” Most of the medics on the island took to sharing information on the health of all the royals. It was one of their main jobs when docked to make sure the brats stayed relatively healthy and alive; and with the revolving door like system they operated….it just made sense to share.

There weren’t very many asthmatics on the island. At least none as bad off as the Argentinian prince. The smoke probably hadn’t done him any favors if he’d been anywhere near the fire. “Sit down, dumb ass. Don’t need you taking a tumble down a hill on top of having an attack.”

Vasco stopped when the guy spoke, letting his eyes close in irritation at being called stupid. As if the other’s not knowing who he was when he made the dumb remark made a difference though it did make him wonder why he knew him after. Turning back, he crossed his arms over his chest and was about to tear a strip off the pirate for calling him stupid yet again when he started coughing.

Fucking lungs.

He turned away, the world reeling for a moment as he shot out a splayed hand towards the other guy, not wanting him to get some stupid idea like he could help or something. He just needed to be left alone so he could get his puffer out and take two shots, breathing them in as deep as he could and holding them there for even longer before he was forced to cough again. Fuck. He was so mad, the last thing he wanted to do was sit but he needed to fucking sit. Dragging himself over like he was sapped of energy, which he was, he sat heavily and stared at the ground for a moment before looking up and making a confused face, “Rum?” he asked quietly.

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Stupid fucking fire. Stupid fucking pirates. Vasco had woken up tired, with a crick in his neck from sleeping with his head at a weird angle, and cranky as fuck. He Had checked in on Nael and Paula after the fire to make sure they were okay and now, a few days later, after Ki Yong’s stupid fucking “interrogation” and he needed to see his siblings again. He checked the gym, the canteen, the beach, and couldn’t find either of them. Already walking too far and getting more and more angry with each step, Vasco felt that familiar feeling in his lungs that he needed to chill out. Of course, it wasn’t going to happen and he looked around at the smattering of faces that were on their way to do whatever the fuck they were doing and, with all thoughts of Ki Yong’s warnings to stop being disrespectful completely out of his mind, the prince decided to do what he did best: yell.

“Where the fuck are Nael and Paula?”

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anderson-weckler·: 

It had been a long couple of days for the medic. The constant flow of patients —mostly people  who were woefully unaware of just how dangerous inhaling smoke could be and a few minor burns— had worn Anderson down. The crowds were getting to him and, if he couldn’t sleep, then he needed time to decompress. To breath his own air for a minute…or fifty. 

Bottle of spiced rum gripped in his hands, Anderson hiked into the jungle, stopping only when he reached the waterfall. He settled against a tree closest to the water fall, and breathed in through his nose, held it for a moment and then released it, feeling the tension seep out of his muscles as he did so. The constant thunder of the waterfall lulled him into a zen state where the pirate sat, mind clear, green eyes staring at nothing. 

Given the state of the island, Anderson counted himself lucky that he got a good fifteen minutes of alone time before someone ultimately intruded. “Sneaking up on people is not a gift of yours,” he sighed, turning his head in their general direction. “You sound like an asthmatic in gym class.”

Despite having stayed clear of the fire - and feeling zero guilt about it once he made sure Nael and Paula were okay - and despite taking a dose from his inhaler before setting out on his trek, Vasco was out of breath. They hadn’t been able to get his regular inhaler in, it was a different brand and wasn’t as effective, probably a different kind of bronchodilator in it and it had been affecting him more than he’d like to admit. He’d been trying to map paths on the island. He wasn’t very good at it, mind, he forgot more than he would ever admit and didn’t have anywhere to write/draw things out if he were stupid enough to attempt to do so, which he wasn’t.

It was his favourite walk, though, to the waterfall, he didn’t know why, it looked the same as every other fucking path on the island but somehow it was just... better. 

Except when there were assholes there making stupid quips like... well, like assholes. 

“Fuck.. you.” the Argentinian prince retorted a little breathlessly as he fingered his inhaler in his pocket. He forced himself to stop breathing so heavily but he could already feel the pain and irritation it was causing him to do so. There was no way in fuck he was going to take another puff in front of this douchebag. Insult spat out (however weak), Vasco turned and started back on the way to the villas wanting to put some distance between them before taking another hit.

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blueblxod·: 

Carlos was helping for a few hours, and he started to feel his wound hurt, so he stopped, and went to one of the doctors to ask for more medicine, and he told him, that he should rest, and the young prince, decided to listen to him, though he would go back to clean later, but since he was scared that his stitches would come off, he decided to listen to the doctor. He would still stubborn though, since he shouldn’t be doing a lot of effort and rest, but he still would feel guilty if he just stayed without doing anything, so he was helping to clean. He sat down on the sand, and watched the waves when he heard someone’s footsteps. “The waves are so soothing, don’t you think?” he asked without looking back at the person.

There was no way in hell Vasco was getting anywhere near a damn fire with smoke billowing thick and black as it was. He didn’t have a death wish. He’d been fighting with Ki Yong - as per usual - when the pirate noticed the smoke and taken off. The prince was sure the pirate thought himself some sort of idiotic hero. Vasco, of course, decided to go in the opposite direction, heading towards the beach as he wondered about Nael and Paula. He was sure they were safe. Pretty sure. Almost sure. Why would they be anywhere near any sort of fire? It was niggling at him but he knew he wouldn’t go anywhere near the blaze until it was thoroughly out and there was no chance of inhaling any smoke. He stopped short when he realized someone else was already at the beach and muttered under his breath about cowards without irony before the guy spoke and he recognized the voice. Carlos. “I guess.” came the unimpressed reply, “What are you doing here?” as he was asking his question he decided he really didn’t care why and sat down next to the other prince with a huff

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oceanic-casanova·: 

Ki Yong’s left hand remained on his temple, rubbing the area, which he could sense a dull throb due to the aggravation he felt with the royal who somehow couldn’t censor himself to save his life. A life that could be snuffed out like a flame of a candle. How? How could anyone talk so much shit but have ZERO defensive skills to back it up. Vasco was going to be a handful and Ki Yong was sure he’d have to muzzle him around certain individuals like Belle or even worse, Alexander. May the gods give him strength because Vasco tested it every damn day. “Grab your things. Don’t make me say it again.”

“I don’t have th-...” Vasco had to physically bite his tongue to stop the snarky retort from completely letting loose. Sometimes, he wished he had a filter but really, that was so few and far between that he actually needed it, the thought didn’t arise often enough for him to put any effort into it at all. “Fuck’s sake...” he cursed very quietly under his breath, looking to one side as he let out a breath and cleared his throat, “I don’t have anything.” he held out his arms, the only things he had were currently on his person and he certainly didn’t want to take the few pieces of clothing he’d found with him. The very word ‘found’ made his skin crawl and he hoped to get some decent threads out of Ki Yong once the guy had calmed down a bit.

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oceanic-casanova·: 

The look on Ki Yong’s face subtly transformed from humorously annoyed to uncannily pissed off. The pirate tried his best not to put his hands on the obnoxious young royal before him because truthfully, he may possibly kill him. “Do you ever shut up or think about the consequences of your actions? Or perhaps consider that I’m being lenient because you’re so damn annoying and prone to pissing off the wrong people?!” His voice roared, louder than he intended but he had had enough. Ki Yong walked over to Vasco, closing any space between them as he did. “Just because I have the tolerance to not permanently cause you harm—doesn’t mean the same will go for someone else. WATCH. YOUR. FUCKING. MOUTH.”

Vasco startled ever so slightly at Ki Yong retort. On the most basic level, he could count on one hand the number of people that had yelled at him before. A bit deeper than that and the pirate’s actual meaning made his blood run cold. Nael’s words came back to him that you couldn’t reason with pirates and maybe he’d been lucky so far not to run into any of the really bad ones. He swallowed thickly and would have liked to have been able to say that he stood his ground as Ki Yong approached him because of his stalwart nerves but, truth be told, he was frozen in something very, very close to fear. The look on the other man’s face... god. The final order to watch his mouth had Vasco dropping his gaze, his brow furrowing deeply in fear and then in anger at his fear and he took a deliberate step back to put some space between them. “I...” clearing his throat to get rid of the shakiness, Vasco huffed out a breath, “Fine... fine, okay? Sorry.”

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oceanic-casanova·: 

When the pampered prince smiled, Ki Yong took the expression as a red flag, a signal that the other was plotting something that was mostly like harebrained and in the end would annoy the pirate. Time would only tell but Ki Yong was often right about these things, experience taught him well. “Not going to happen.” He replied, rubbing his temple with his left hand. “Not that I’m against it personally but I have my orders. And it’s easier to watch you when I can see you.”

“Oh come on!” Vasco blurted out before he could stop himself, damage already done, he pushed forward, carrying on with no filter, “What the fuck am I going to do, huh? Take on an entire fucking island of pirates armed with my fucking inhaler? And what does that mean fucking ‘watch’ me? Watch me when? 24/7? Really? At Tulach house there’s a bunch of other fucking pirates and I have to eat at the canteen, again, filled with fucking pirates... that leaves the rest of the fucking day when I do precisely Jack shit... so tell me, how would staying with you make more fucking sense logically except to give you a fucking headache?” What would Nael do indeed....

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princenaelxdlf·: 

   Fingers fidgeted around nervously, as Nael fumbled to find the right things to say. “Vasco, just…” Fervently, he tried to prolong saying the words in his head, but there was nothing else he could do but to come out with them. “Comply. Really. It is all we can do right now without risking anyone being hurt.” Heavy-heartedly, this was the advice he could give his brother. “Especially if your pirate is violent. Do not risk it, I beg of you. It is not worth it.” The last thing Nael wanted was for his brother to be hurt any more. 

Comply. Pretty much the one thing Vasco figured went right against the very grain of his being. He had never been one to comply. There was a strange feeling in his guts and it angered him that he didn’t know what it was. He’d wanted... something else. Anything else. Some magic combination of words that would make Ki Yong leave him alone. “Comply....” licking his lips, Vasco ran a hand over his face, “There has to be another way. What... what do I say to him? What can I say to him, Nael, to make him stop.”  Not only did he not want to comply, he wasn’t entirely sure he was able to.