( @forgotten-teammates , kain ) ->

"Hey, uh... do you still like shiny things, Rakkani?" he asks, looking off to the side with a light blush on his face.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ The sound of a voice, quiet and small pulls his attention. Snow colored brows raise as jade vision pulls away from the words on the page before him and he rests his hand on top of the page he was reading as if to mark his place without closing the tome in his lap.

Instead a moonlit gaze falls onto that of sparkling stars in the inky dark of the night's sky. Did Kain know that was what his eyes looked like to the Cloud? Perhaps not but it was a nice thought he mused over often.

@forgotten-teammates asked the summoner:

kain, halfway through filling out the card, realizes what this meant. he decides to go through with it anyway and relabels it.

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Though there was some initial confusion, it did not show on the Wind's face. Receiving the card, he quickly understood. It was almost... endearing, even? Kain had always been a strange one, to wish to get along with both of the stark opposites that were the Unlimited of Light and Dark.

A soft hum. A gentleness in blue orbs that was there if you only knew how to look for it.

"...Be good to him, you hear?"

What's your name.

Even if It hadn't mattered to them it did matter to others.

Did they go with one of the names already given?

Ryu? Nah something about didn't click much

What of Vihreä. No they liked it but not all the time and not from everyone.

Taking a deep breath they nervously approacher Kain, hands twisting. Despite not fully understanding things a design had been made.

They wanted a name, and of they were something to be given they wanted it only from one person.

"Nuh-name, want name. Kain give Chimera.. name?"

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He still hasn't adjusted to waking up like this. A palace within the space of Wonderland but not his own. No, his own but not the one he was raised in. He needed something more at the heart of the land and on the land for that matter so that if his subjects needed to reach him they were able to do so.

He still hasn't adjusted to waking up in a large bed, in a large room filled with his collection of sentimentals he knew he would struggle to part with no matter how old he got. A large ball of feathers rests to the side of the bed in a bed of its own. A black ball of feathers tasked every night with guarding the Maken's resting place while he sleeps.

Light is flickering through the curtains covering the windows as a light breeze floats through the room that causes this Lunar Royal to let out a groan as he lets his arms wrap a little tighter around the body within them and he's rubbing his cheek against the fabric beneath it.

He doesn't want to get up. He's far too comfortable. He can take a day off, can't he? Nothing will break if he just takes a few more hours to sleep, will it? He's comfortable and he can hear the sound of a strong heart beneath his ear lulling him back to sleep. Everything is just right. The blankets weigh just the right amount and everything smells so safe.

The ring on his finger is a promise of this.

The arms around him and the thin metal that wraps his right hand are a promise of partnership and compassion as long as time will allow. They only had the time that it was willing to give him so who was he to waste it by getting up?

He was so warm and he smelled so safe just as he always did. He could listen to the sound of that heart drumming for the rest of his days and soon the sound of rumbling purrs joins its symphony.

"Päivä Tervehtii, Rakkani."

( @forgotten-teammates , kain ) ->

Grey eyes soften as they watch from the doorframe. The man in front of the mirror is crumbling, struggling with weight on his shoulders that's unimaginably heavy. The scars have spread since Pilvi showed them to him, and no doubt they're at least partially the cause of this silent breakdown. Finally, the Amestrian steps forward, coming into the room fully. Gently does he take the swordsman's hands and put a steaming mug of hot chocolate into them. It's the one he'd come to deliver anyway. His own arms wrap gently around his cloud from behind, offering quiet comfort but unfortunately no solutions. "Yö tervehtii, Rakkani. I'm here," he whispers. Whatever the Misterican needs, Kain will offer. "You can still cry more if you need to. I know this is hard."

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He misses the sound of the door creaking open over the sound of his own tears. Footsteps lightly crossing the space from the door to his side only to hand hands on his own to lightly guide a warm mug of hot chocolate into them while he hears the sound of his own tongue whispered in his ear.

Rakkani.

It's Kain. Kain has come for him and he can only assume it was because he took a worrying amount of time in the bath. Kain has seen but not recently. Kain knows but not the latest update - yet it's hard to hide it from him now when he is a shattering mess collapsed to the floor in heap of tears and broken shards.

Arms are wrapping around his middle from behind and he can only set there to slowly lower the mug to the floor so he doesn't spill all over the place. He's twisted in those arms so he can face the one he calls his love and the source of the ring that wraps such an important finger on his right hand. He doesn't know how to reply and any words he could speak are sticking to the sides of his throat. Pushed to the sides to make way for the violent sobs that are wracking his form when a head of fluffy white is shoved into the man's shoulder so his horns can rest just over it.

Desperately he clings. This is his only buoy in the storm. He'll go under soon because he doesn't think he can keep his head above water much longer. He doesn't want to go under though. He used to long for the moment it would finally be final but now he wants just one more day. One more day to figure it all out and he's almost thankful he hasn't been able to watch the cracking spread in real time because that would have made this all the more terrifying.

At least.

At least with Kain at his side he won't have to die alone. He can't go back out with Black Wind. If he leaves Kain's side then who will be there to hold his hands when the lights go out? It's going to get dark soon and he doesn't like it when it gets dark. Lady Tiamat couldn't save him this time. Only the cosmos knew how much damage she'd taken just to save his wretched life.

Like any mother would though, she was giving all her for child and that was exactly what he was. Her blessed boy. Her Child of White. What was he supposed to save when he couldn't even save himself?

All he can do is cling as he sobs and shakes. Hide his face and keep this one small human as close his form as possible. He can't find the words to voice his fears but somehow with Kain he knows he doesn't need to. Kain could care less how wretched he looked. Should the cracks rush through his heart but fail to take his life, Kain would still be here. Should the cracks continue to rise until they were in view for all to see and rise further until they reached his eyes to shatter his sight - Kain would still be here.

Kain would always be here. That was one thing he was certain of.

( @forgotten-teammates , chicken ) ->

The chocobo is bringing Big Brother the long shiny thing he found on the floor. He's upgraded from string to a purple silk ribbon. He's very proud of himself. He puffs. "Kweh."

It seems his friend has brought him a new token of his affections and he can only smile as the length of purple silk is presented to him. It is decent in length but not actually that long and the Misterican is holding it in his hands for a moment as he tries to think what he wants to do with it or how he could wear it to show this bird that he does, in fact, apperciate the gift.

Oh wait. He knows.

He's coming down to his knees so he can crease the clouds with the bird as hands reach forward towards.

"Hold still for me." He sounds with slender fingers reaching to wrap the ribbon loosely around the bird's neck so there is a hanging tail behind him, running down his back.

@forgotten-teammates asked the summoner:

He can do this. Black Wind is important enough to do this. If he's important to Kumo, he's important to Kain.

Even if Black Wind scares him a little.

With a deep breath, he approaches the Windarian, basket in the hand that's not holding his cane. His trusty little black chocobo friend is by his side, quietly kweh-ing a little tune.

"Uh... hi, Black Wind! I... this is kinda awkward, but I know you travel a lot, and I thought that... like, you've gotta be hungry out there, right? So... uh... here's this. I tried to figure out what you liked, and so... well, I hope it's at least edible for you, but if you enjoy it that'd be really great too. You don't have to say anything if you don't wanna. I know you're kinda quiet. I put a knife in here so you don't have to get your other one dirty, and I made sure everything was as fresh as I could. I came straight to you from the kitchens, actually."

He's smiling warmly as he extends the basket. In it, there rest some freshly-baked (still warm!) bread rolls, the aforementioned knife, and a container of spreadable cheese... and yes, said cheese contains peppers.

"And uh... if you need me to eat some too to prove nothing's wrong with it, I will. I know I'm kind of like a stranger to you. I just... I wanted to do something nice today, that's all."

He was staring into the doorway even before the Amestrian walked into the room. His hearing may not have matched that of White Cloud, but his senses were still sharp. As such, the man of raven hair was immediately met with a gaze of chilling blue, so distant and seemingly hostile with the way crimson brows angled sternly upon a visage of sun bronze.

In reality, that was simply how Kaze appeared to most. It took time and experience to even begin to read what lay behind the callous exterior - something Kain did not have. And who could blame him, really - it was safer to steer well clear of monsters.

The Wind listened silently as the other scavenged for the right words, clearly intimidated by his presence. There was a basket in his hands, one which contained food, a gift to be offered to the Windarian as though he was some dragon to be swayed with tribute. There was also that small, black chocobo by his side. Its existence was noted, and then promptly ignored.

A huff, and the summoner cautiously received the gift, eyeing the smaller male with an inborn suspicion. He rotated it, checking its contents. Sure enough, it was just as the other had said. Bread and butter (with a spreading knife to boot) as well as some cheese with a somewhat familiar fragrance. Surprisingly thoughtful. Kaze's gaze once again rose to meet one of charcoal.

"What, you think you need to buy my favor?" He growled, though his frown seemed to relax just enough to convey a degree of exasperation. An internalized sigh - he could already hear the nagging in his head.

Be nice, Black Wind. It's a gift, not some ploy. Why must you always be like this?

Of course it was. Still, he would never understand the rampant willingness to be kind to someone as unkind as him. What were these people made of? Cotton?

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