#askmojito

So this is where his travels had brought him, then.

Never did he think in his quest for energy would bring him here, to such a violent universe. The air was rife with tension and hatred, with this virulent rage imparting on every species that existed there. It was fascinating to him, just how far a universe could fall to be in a state like this.

Hearts was almost amused. Why, if it were he instead of this random assortment of deities—

He could do better.

What kind of God could let such a perfectly good universe like this fall to ruin? The answers were always so simple, and yet, it never seemed as if the angels were privy to them at all.

Tonight could have ended better.

Hearts’ head was throbbing.  He’d been around the crowds for too long, and his head was filled with the thoughts of people he’d never met.  One minute he was hanging at a party, and the next, he found himself ducking into a nearby alleyway to escape the noise that only he could hear.

The farther away from the streets he got, the better his head felt, so he was relieved about that.  He sighed to himself--this wasn’t an all-the-time issue, but when it did happen, it really kicked his ass and ruined his night...

As he traversed the backways through the city on his way back to his own home, he came upon another figure in an alley in front of him.  He couldn’t make out a face--they seemed to be facing the other way--but it didn’t take him long to pick up on the strange uniform they were wearing.  It was...familiar, somehow.  Where had he seen--?

It suddenly clicked.  He knew where he’d seen that outfit.  He’d seen the Tournament of Power recording enough to know it by then.  He couldn’t place which one it belonged to, but it definitely belonged to an angel.  What was one doing out here...?

He supposed it didn’t matter.  This was...a surprising opportunity.

He gathered his thoughts and quieted his breathing.  He knew he didn’t have enough power to take on an angel head-on, so this would have to be a surprise attack.  It was his only chance, he figured.  He would take down his first deity tonight--the first of many he’d planned to eliminate.

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Even if things had calmed down between the Kai and Angel, there was always a whisper of tension between the two of them. Disagreements were constant and inconsequential, as they always tended to resolve peacefully.

Some issues were more sensitive, and couldn’t be solved so neatly. Concerning powers even higher than the two of them... they could never see eye to eye.

Roh lifted his teacup slowly, idly gazing at the amber liquid that swirled within. Mojito had always made a habit of visiting him for tea each day, never missing a beat in casually addressing their issues. 

This would prove to be difficult for Roh.

It was so much easier just to shut up about how he felt instead of having to debate it out with his lover. Some things were easier when left unsaid... even if he knew it would come back to bite him.

Lavender eyes flicked up to the Angel, brows furrowing slightly. There was a certain topic they had spoken about prior that was still irritating him. 

But he had to say something, or else he would be going against the promise he proposed.

“You know.”

He began bluntly, avoiding eye contact.

“You are wonderful. A gift to existence itself, unparalleled in every way. You have nothing to be sorry for, nor will you ever... and I will always remind you of that.”

A hand rubbed slow circles on Mojito’s back, holding the angel against Sour’s chest with a surprising amount of force.

Initially, Shin only blinks in mild confusion, sorting through what Mojito could possibly mean. After all, he is generally free from scarring, due both to an excess of powerful magic and the man he loves so dearly being brilliant at his job as a healer.

Or, he thinks to himself. Perhaps he means a mental scar? If anyone aside from Kibito would see something like that on me, it would be Mojito, I suppose. Maybe I'm just looking too much into it, the friendship... Nobody would care about something unsubstantial like that with me.

"Probably training, when I was a child." he eventually murmurs, frowning at himself when he hears the hesitation, the cowardice in his voice. "My late mentor taught me some battle techniques most don't know about. Like the Flame Breath."

He lifts his head from the surface of the table between the two of them, attempting to allow a slight smile into his expression as he finishes pouring his guest a cup of tea.

"I've gotten injured quite a lot in years past."

The truth, sure--for he suspects there is no real point in lying to an angel--but not all of it, nor of a terribly specific sort. (Certainly, he considers the other a friend -- but to elaborate more would require a vulnerability that he isn't sure he's ready to show just yet, and he suspects Mojito understands as much without spoken word.)

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im honestly so grateful i have melly as a best friend, like... gosh. shes so understanding of the hell that i call my personality and im so damn appreciative. even on my worst days when im literally insufferable to anyone else she still prioritizes my feelings and does so much for me. LIKE MAN WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOU. GOSH.

i enjoy all of our time together and everything we do, and i just wanna make you smile as much as you make me :D