𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜'

As he sat the flutter of his clothes fanned out, his eyes looking around before catching what the other wore and finding it rather nice, fitting and well tailored. Even if he didn't seem it Hua loved fabric and fashion very much even going so far as to making his own clothes. It made his hands fumble a little in excitement to tell him, his hands opening the cute notebook and taking out his periwinkle pen.

In-Soo watched as his companion wrote in his notebook, grabbing his phone, ready to prepare an answer to whatever question would come his way. He smiled as he read the message, a light blush appearing on his cheeks at the compliments.

-for the sweet and sassy fox @vulpe-mp

He had been so distressed after the accident, unable to really do much of anything thinking if anyone saw him this way they would find him use less and not want him around. Though that wasn't how the people he has met are the underlining trauma of what his parents inflicted, adding to the mental trauma of being subjected to the things they put him through so he would be perfect in their eyes. Huachang was stuck thinking that way. That without the ability to fulfill something he was not worthy.

The light of his phone flashed as the charge fed it life, a device he rarely used and only recently was given to him. Where he grew up technology was not around being told it was to mind numbing for their regal society so the introduction to it was like whiplash. Huachang waited for the device to come to life jumping at the way it suddenly started tp seize at the amount of messages he was receiving. One chime after the other the demigod stared until it stopped finally reaching for it with a cautious hand. Sliding it open since there was no lock it surprised him to see someone had worried about him. Hua hadn't let the phone charge after it died thinking no one would notice his absence but here, Vulpe, the one he had met under the tree in his past time of distress was. The texts went from casual hellos, to worried questions, asking where he was to all caps saying he better be okay, Huachang felt a ping of guilt in his chest and messaged back quickly no longer wanted them to wait.

It was a bad habit made by bad people and the demigod was not at all sure how to get passed it or if he even could. Suddenly his head hurt, do did his throat. When Vulpe didn't reply right away he wondered if what he said had been... taken in. Not at all did it register that the other could be worried but rather that he agreed.

As it was. Always.

It was a strange way to look at ones worth, but the vulpine demigod could relate to some extent. Vulpe's parents in London made sure to let the young dancer know he had no worth other than to make them look favorable in front of their colleagues and friends. And he almost believed them. But Vulpe took that as fuel to prove them wrong, and now he places his worth on other things in life; his accomplishments and connections he made over the years. Though he hadn't felt like he was worth something for quite some time, he wasn't gonna tell Huachang that.

When Huachang provided his location as home, Vulpe left his apartment and made a mental list of things to get on his way.

Food Magazines Puzzlebook Plushie

And anything else he would come across as he browsed the stores.

"You really shouldn't get used to that from me. It's a rare thing that I am actually way too busy for family. Normally it's just around samhain and the respective start/end of the school years," Arawn added. He'd been watching the other walk and noticed the limp in the step, but chose not to voice it at the moment.

Grabbing his notebook he started write out that exact thought, that there was no need for any form of apology since he was alright with waiting. Patient even. He could tell from their first meeting that Arawn was a very dependable person. The limp was there, even through his grace and elegance, as he made his way to sit back down on the sofa where the strange pup now was.

-for the sweet and sassy fox @vulpe-mp

He had been so distressed after the accident, unable to really do much of anything thinking if anyone saw him this way they would find him use less and not want him around. Though that wasn't how the people he has met are the underlining trauma of what his parents inflicted, adding to the mental trauma of being subjected to the things they put him through so he would be perfect in their eyes. Huachang was stuck thinking that way. That without the ability to fulfill something he was not worthy.

The light of his phone flashed as the charge fed it life, a device he rarely used and only recently was given to him. Where he grew up technology was not around being told it was to mind numbing for their regal society so the introduction to it was like whiplash. Huachang waited for the device to come to life jumping at the way it suddenly started tp seize at the amount of messages he was receiving. One chime after the other the demigod stared until it stopped finally reaching for it with a cautious hand. Sliding it open since there was no lock it surprised him to see someone had worried about him. Hua hadn't let the phone charge after it died thinking no one would notice his absence but here, Vulpe, the one he had met under the tree in his past time of distress was. The texts went from casual hellos, to worried questions, asking where he was to all caps saying he better be okay, Huachang felt a ping of guilt in his chest and messaged back quickly no longer wanted them to wait.

It was a bad habit made by bad people and the demigod was not at all sure how to get passed it or if he even could. Suddenly his head hurt, do did his throat. When Vulpe didn't reply right away he wondered if what he said had been... taken in. Not at all did it register that the other could be worried but rather that he agreed.

As it was. Always.

He had chosen a casual but nice outfit, hoping that it would be enough. Huachange was always so elegant and graceful. He didn't want to look like a sore thung besides the fairylike young man.

The vet looked up from his phone once the text was sent, waving and beckoning Huachang closer, to the comfortable booth they had been given in a less crowded part of the restaurant. In-Soo noticed the limp again and he stood, ready to help the other. He smiled when the young man was close enough, reaching to help him with his coat.

As he sat the flutter of his clothes fanned out, his eyes looking around before catching what the other wore and finding it rather nice, fitting and well tailored. Even if he didn't seem it Hua loved fabric and fashion very much even going so far as to making his own clothes. It made his hands fumble a little in excitement to tell him, his hands opening the cute notebook and taking out his periwinkle pen.

-for the sweet and sassy fox @vulpe-mp

He had been so distressed after the accident, unable to really do much of anything thinking if anyone saw him this way they would find him use less and not want him around. Though that wasn't how the people he has met are the underlining trauma of what his parents inflicted, adding to the mental trauma of being subjected to the things they put him through so he would be perfect in their eyes. Huachang was stuck thinking that way. That without the ability to fulfill something he was not worthy.

The light of his phone flashed as the charge fed it life, a device he rarely used and only recently was given to him. Where he grew up technology was not around being told it was to mind numbing for their regal society so the introduction to it was like whiplash. Huachang waited for the device to come to life jumping at the way it suddenly started tp seize at the amount of messages he was receiving. One chime after the other the demigod stared until it stopped finally reaching for it with a cautious hand. Sliding it open since there was no lock it surprised him to see someone had worried about him. Hua hadn't let the phone charge after it died thinking no one would notice his absence but here, Vulpe, the one he had met under the tree in his past time of distress was. The texts went from casual hellos, to worried questions, asking where he was to all caps saying he better be okay, Huachang felt a ping of guilt in his chest and messaged back quickly no longer wanted them to wait.

When Huachang's response finally came through, Vulpe felt a mix of relief and concern. He quickly opened the message, absorbing the words on the screen. The other's apology and acknowledgment of not feeling useful struck a chord with the vulpine demi. He understood the weight of such feelings, the burden of not meeting one's expectations.

Vulpe took a moment to gather his thoughts before crafting a thoughtful reply:

He had to answer or the poor demi god would curl up and pretend the world wasn't looking for him all over again.

@huahuaxmp

Their initial meeting had not gone according to plan. As Arawn aimed to meet wih his son and answer any questions he may have had, a situation arose at the university and the headmaster was needed to be present to take care of it (it was nothing more than an inspection) but still, it was part of the unexpected plans. Then of course, there was the situaton in the underworld with people dying in strange ways, and Arawn had to go deal with that too. Then when Arawn had taken care of everything, his son was nowhere to be seen and then Samhain crept up on him, which lead to further business. But now, everything had finally calmed down. The God actually had time on his hands, He actually wasn't busy.

Of course, he'd heard that his son had made a return and he was eager to find out why he left and whether or not he still needed answers. He made his way to the demigod level at the Banshee apartments and knocked on Hua's door. His hellhound, Rocco, sniffed the door and rested at Araw's feet. "It will all be fine,:" he said, unsure whether he was reassruring himself or his dog. He waited for the door to open and once it did, Arawn offered a smile to the other.

As he had told Yura during the Halloween Ball, Tsukiko considered a foolish thing to ignore pain or not do anything about it. It could only make the situation worse and, sometimes, healing couldn't be possible anymore. Even on an island full of magical people. 

"Hello Huachang !" the nurse smiled as the young man reached him. "Please, come inside." He let the other walk in front, his hand in the young man back, ready to catch him if necessary. He wasn't touching him though, just making sure that he was safe. 

Sitting where he was told the robes fell around the place he sat, the soft and light fabric almost a weightless as himself shifted elegant around his form resting there. It was as if he could be a being the floated if he so wished. Huachang was just like this because of his wished to dance, his parents wished for silence and the etiquette of perfection... Was it all gone because of this?

Closed starter for the quiet dancer @huahuaxmp

His first week on the island had been a pleasant one, settling in, getting to know his patients, feeling like he was doing a bit of good; but now it was time to continue exploring the island on his day off. This day, he ventured into the forest, hiking pack on his back and his Nikon Z8 on a strap around his neck, held firmly within his hands as he took photos. Now, he was very much aware of the warnings, that he should not wander too far into the forests because it was, indeed, dangerous--and with this being an island of demigods, he had no doubt there were creatures out there that could tear him apart, so he stuck mostly to the path. Mostly.