[open/closed] i must be the only one to dance this beautiful dance

[axethrows]

WHO: Rodion & Friends
WHAT: Catchall for May + June
WHERE: Various locations
WHEN: May & June (from TDM#4 prompts to up to end of June)
WARNINGS: various warnings due to June Event; threads/top levels will be marked accordingly

[OOC Note: If you would like to have a closed thread or something else in here, please contact me and we can set something up!]

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closes my eyes.......

[axethrows]

["Can you wait for me?"

She listened quietly as he speaks and that question might as well shot a hole through her chest like it's a weapon. How many times has she heard that question? That request for patience, in which it has been drained out of her system for a long time now. People told her to wait during her periods of begging, Sonya telling her to wait for the right moment to cut down the upper class and bring equality in their Backstreets. How long does she have to wait? A few days? A week or two? Months or years? Is LILITH going to keep them around long enough? What if she goes back before she got an answer? What if Yuwon goes back to his tower before he gave his answer?

She opens her mouth yet closes it, her fingers slowly trailing down Yuwon's cheeks as she takes her hands off of him.]

It's always complicated. [Her eyes gaze downward as her hands move over on top of Yuwon's hands, slowly taking hold of them to pull them away from her face. She would tell him to not think about the tower, why care about it yet at the same time... It's not really appropriate. Yuwon made his decisions. She has to respect that.]

I'll wait, but... [She stops there. Due to her past, her hope is very small since she has been burned in the past. It still exists, at least.] Anyways, go rest up. I'll get out of your hair.

[She pulls herself back on her feet, brushing off the wrinkles of her dress before she turns around towards the door. She's taking her time in case he has something else to say, so she is lingering around.]

closes mine forever

[yuwon]

[ naturally, he has no insight into the nature of his own question, or how that translated to her life. at the same time, when he sees the way in which she simply just listens to him, it evokes a clear feeling within him. he doesn't regret his words, but he does seem to comprehend the unintentional weight behind them for the first time. it's in this that he also realizes that while centuries were a common life span for a ranker, and while people tended to live fairly long lives within the tower— he could see that this could have potentially warped his own perception of time. of what it meant to be patient.

when she replies back, and he feels her hands pull his own away from her, he isn't sure how he feels. his own expression remains unreadable as always,

and in this moment he's a bit grateful for it.

"but"—

he seems to still be deliberating over what she wanted to say. while she takes her time to leave, he looks at the place she had stood moments before. ] It won't be long.

[ once again, he isn't sure if that's irresponsible of him to state knowing he has no concept of what constituted as long or short for her, but it's something he says anyway. perhaps, it may have been closest to the least calculated action he's took so far. ]

I'll see you tomorrow. [ he adds quietly. unlike in the tower, he couldn't simply ascend further and away without anyone's notice. ... and maybe, it's become that much more routine here for him to see her on the regular. in his life of being an orphan, it's a luxury he's never really thought of. or rather, it felt so natural for him to build so many walls in order to avoid unnecessary contact, and yet who knew even he could grow closer to someone here. ]

one more shotgun blast before we end it here

[axethrows]

[She stops at the door as soon as he said that comment. She doesn't look at him as her hand rests against the door. She... literally cannot show her face to him, not right now. It's more vulnerable than earlier, way more than ever before. That if she looked at him back, she might fall apart.]

Sorry... I can't believe those words until I see it happen. [...] I will see you tomorrow.

[And she leaves without looking back.
Perhaps this is the reality between them: forever surrounded by their own walls.
Perhaps this is the reality she is never escape from: forever surrounded by ice, living and watching the world while she yearns for a relief from this cold.]