#ruinlance

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   ‵ ... i won’t be saying it again. ’

i love you.  when was the last he’d voiced those words? certainly never in these circumstances. even these feelings... they are new to him, really. a soft red besets his naturally much paler skin, his eyes were cast wayside; it is hardly his nature to be so bashful. all of this ---- uncertainty, uneasiness, it did not suit him. a beat passes, silence hanging heavy in the air.  

‵ were you even listening? ’   he speaks finally, and he returns his gaze, seeing now the smile sylvain wore, that stupid grin on his face. before another word is spilled, he feels the brush of lips against his own, and the light red peppering his cheeks turns to something more alike crimson.

“ ... Oh. ” The crest scholar blinks, once then twice... before lazily slinking himself out from between the two of them. This day had certainly been eventful , to say the least. Exhausting , but eventful.

Audibly gulps.

no you WILL explain.

timecall

. explain.

let’s change that.

                it isn’t that he hates the festivities  ,    in fact it was almost  nice  to have such a frivolous evening  ,  something  different  from death  &  mistrust  ,  the uttered gossip detailing unfortunate  ,  probable  events both past and to - unfold .  but at the same time it didn’t feel quite  right  ,  allowing himself a night of forgetfulness  ,  dancing his cares away with any person who so desired an opportunity to touch hands with the heir to the throne  ,  not when  ...  well .  it isn’t as if he’s simply forgotten those he lives for  ,  those depending on him to become their living weapon  ,  justice incarnate  ;  difficult to enjoy himself when they no longer can and as such he finds himself settled at the top of the goddess tower  ,  arms crossed beneath him as he leans out of the large  ,  arching window to stare through branches  &  nightfall in silence .

or  ,  at least  ,  it  was  silence  /  the sound of footsteps grab his attention  ,  head turning to face ...

               ❛  ---  ah  ,  sylvain .  i hope you haven’t come here simply to hide yourself from yet another jilted lover ?  ❜      he asks  ,  an air of jest to it despite the way the words serve as a self - inflicted jab to the heart .  of all people he’d have expected sylvain to have been the least ready to leave the ball  ,  beautiful women in rarely world gowns  ,  fine food and music  ...  he can’t imagine any other reason he’d be here  ,  truthfully .  unless he was looking for   ------   ?

well lets fix that