龍 幸村 —

    He who compartmentalizes everything into roped off sections of his mind so that he doesn’t have to remember or think about them. He who would rather laugh off near death experiences and bad luck than own up to his own emotions. If he’s concerned then there is cause. He hardly ever spares the effort onto anyone he isn’t deeply connected to, and even then it’s out of obligation or friendship rather than any real desire to know.

    “Is that it? Almost shut yourself down and I save you, and I get a quick thank you and then you walk off as if I didn’t just keep you from winding up in the scrap heap? Wow. No explanation, no nothing?” He’s a little aggressive in his approach. He’s not so much annoyed about not being lauded a hero or put up on a pedastal. His irritation sits in his curiosity not being sated. A ‘thank you’ doesn’t suffice when he’s seen too much and there’s no explanation to go behind it. He recalls Ryuu’s words only moments ago. Carefully questioning the presence of blood and a man that Kikwang didn’t know meeting a gruesome end. Or at least that’s the image he gained while getting Ryuu back up and running. 

        Though the apparent ring of Kik's voice that cuts through his thoughts has him tensing ever so slightly, a high raised tone of voice and an angry look that begins to tug at his features is enough for Ryuu to know that the other wasn't happy with him. And he felt sorry, a strange sense of what others called guilt began to curl around the pits of his stomach and he had to swallow back the lump that was beginning to form in his throat. Lifting his gaze to finally rest upon the other, Ryuu gives a tilt of his head before speaking.

        "I'm sorry." And it's all he knows as far as apologies can go, but despite his lack of response he is sincere, and he hopes the other can detect that much. His head tingles at the thought of the male tinkering around in his mind, weaving through wires and ghosting his fingertips along the edges of his data base. "You saw everything, I'm sure." His voice is clear when he speaks, but he sometimes wishes that it wasn't. Wishes that he can hide and not face the reality of the world that seems to be hitting him hard lately.

        Eyes falling downcast to the floor as he shakes his head, he lifts a hand to run his fingers through the soft locks of platinum atop his head before letting his fringe fall across his eyes. "There's nothing to tell, I'm abandoned and broken. I don't know where they took him and I don't know why he threw me out. But you saw what you saw, and I'm here. What else is there for you to learn?" He tries his best to act cold and distant, much like he had seen many people portraying on certain occasions, but the hollows of his chest feel much too empty for it to be true. And he was built with too much compassion, his emotional disguise failing miserably as he feels his eyes begin to water. 

        The noise blocks out everything long enough for him to focus on nothing.

        The mall is a wonderful place for such a plot line, so Clyde found himself there late one afternoon to stick himself in a crowd and pretend to matter. He will pretend to exist for a purpose, when all he truly wants is to disappear. Though, this is quite like a disappearing act, since he was lost amongst the many bodies present surrounding him. No one notices Clyde, and for just a moment, the man finds that utterly heartbreaking. It is what he wants, right? Right.

        That is, it would be what he wants if it actually happened.

        Glancing up after his grey eyes had been staring at nothing in particular in front of him, Clyde’s gaze travels further upwards than he originally thought after realizing this person’s — a boy — height. He rivals Clyde’s own, if anything, and that’s rather interesting. Though, the politeness yet bluntness of the other’s inquiry causes a spark of annoyance in him. He’s being noticed. “What’s it to you?” 

        "Grey is more alluring," He speaks up once more, and he wants to take a seat in front of the other to simply question him further; but the resonating voice of his father in the back of his mind tells him to stay where he is. "Most humans have very dull eye colours, brown and blue and green--" He continues, listing off the number of people he's seen with each type of colour residing in their irises. And he can count how many people in the crowded area around them have brown, and how many have blue-- but he stops himself. "I wouldn't be doing myself a favour. I don't think I can do that, it seems a little strange." He responds simply, curious and much too oblivious for the world. 

Bass rumbled from antiquated speakers, a low hum that punctured the still air of stagnant greenery. The night was still young in when measured to most standards, a near infant that grew within minutes as time dragged onward. To Quinn, however, hour mattered little when faced with overwhelming mental snapshots of civilizations long past, of a history not her own. A city constructed from bones of enemies slain. Buildings formed in the likeness of an unknown sovereign. Creatures long extinct. To even intimate such a circumstance was anything but overwhelming would’ve been a laughable overstatement. It was what brought her out, brushes clasped within slender fists and paper spread across solid ground.

        And it seemed today of all days, something had managed to grab at his attention for more than 5 minutes. He couldn't remember how long he had been standing still for; eyes fixated on the work of art that was blooming to life just a few metres away. The sun always came and gone as it pleased; and Ryuu never quite felt any need to pay much attention to it. Though, the sudden flicker of noise piercing through his thoughts brought him back to life. Blinking back the blurred lines of his vision, he straightened his back as a tinge of pink splotched the apples of his cheeks. A soft whirring came from the hollows of his chest, and he noticed the beautiful lady with facial features of a goddess looking around in his direction. Had she been calling out to him? 

        He was unsure of what to do then, fingers clenching and unclenching as he sunk his teeth into his lower lip. Hesitating for another beat of silence, he finally stepped forward from his so called 'hiding spot' where he had been watching the other for god knows how long. Lifting a hand in the air to wave impishly at the other, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

Send “Ship me!” and mun shall answer between the muses on—

Who cooks normally?:

Clyde. Clyde. Clyde. He does not trust Ryuu in the kitchen at-freaking-all. By himself, at least. Clyde finds it endearing when Ryuu is genuinely curious as to how he makes eggs to stir-fry so perfectly, and attempts to help. So, Clyde ft. Ryuu?

How often do they fight?:

It’s not necessarily fighting, just frustration on Clyde’s end? His patience is not something to be played with, but with Ryuu, the boy sometimes doesn’t know when to decipher when Clyde is in a good mood or not. Clyde would end up hissing “Ryuu, please, shut up.” and Ryuu just sort of— “I— oh. Okay. I’m sorry.” ( Clyde would apologize within the hour. )

What do they do when they’re away from each other?:

Ryuu would text like there’s no tomorrow, constantly spamming Clyde’s phone. Clyde would respond whenever he can, but gets frustrated since his phone would actually start freezing due to the influx of texts. Clyde would end up screeching in caps: “JUST CALL ME!!!!!!!”

Nicknames for each other?:

"Annoying little brat." ( "I’m not little!" says Ryuu, and he compares their height and Clyde just grumbles and pulls his cheek or something— ) Ryuu probably won’t come up with anything for Clyde; he genuinely likes the man’s name a lot, and enjoys to say it. 

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

Clyde.

Who steals the covers at night?:

Considering the fact Ryuu doesn’t necessarily sleep, this is a neither-neither type thing. If the covers slip off, Clyde knows Ryuu would be right there to place everything back normally.

What would they get each other for gifts?:

I have a feeling Ryuu would be very, very spontaneous with his gifts. “This reminded me of you, look, Clyde, look!” and it’s the absolute most random things. Clyde would be confused, and ask for an explanation, but once getting it — it’ll be really cute. Meanwhile, Clyde would think ( probably stress ) about it, since Ryuu would love anything Clyde gets for him. He just wants to make it more special, I guess?

Who remembers things?:

Ryuu has the advantage with his database/storage unit here, so I’d choose him. But Clyde also will remember things easily about Ryuu, and say it from time to time. 

Who cusses more?:

Clyde, for sure— But he doesn’t like cursing around Ryuu, if he’s honest. Clyde likes Ryuu being his natural, curious self. The image of a cursing Ryuu just doesn’t settle well with Clyde. ( He’d get the shock of his life when he eventually does hear it, though— )

What would they do if the other one was hurt?:

Clyde would freak the hell out but Ryuu would be just fine during the situation, making Clyde freak out even more cause— “You’re not supposed to turn your arm like that, holy shit, doesn’t it hurt?!” Though, if Clyde got hurt in return, Ryuu would fuss endlessly but end up doing well in healing/helping.

Who kissed who first?:

Why do I have a feeling this would be Ryuu, out of pure curiosity one day? “Clyde?” “Yes?” “I’m going to do something and I’m not sure if it’ll be a good something, but let me do it anyway?” “Ryuu, what are you talking about——mmph…!” 

Who made the first move?:

Ryuu, probably unknowingly since he copied the action from a drama/couple he saw in public. Clyde would reciprocate, or try to repeat it, mumbling something like “This is how you ask someone out, you rascal…”

Who started the relationship?:

      In celebration of 200+ followers in only 22 days as of today, 23/08/2014, I’d like to say that’s such an impressive amount of people that followed Clyde & I, his mun ;u; I want to thank every single one of you that has made my short experience with one of my most successful muses so memorable — and here is to a billion more memories as every day passes!

      Just wanted to take some time and appreciate the roleplayers that significantly impacted me: whether it be by their writing that has or hasn’t directly involved my muse, their character in general, or simply because I know both mun and muse and they can never be replaced in my heart. Thank you so much for being absolutely incredible in every single way — and don’t stop what you’re doing, because you’re perfect at it!

      To the ones that inspired, motivated, and moved me, this is for you. 

♛ — admiration ; adoration ; attraction .