Kuro chuckles lightly as Aoba seems to almost incapable of staying in one spot, but he supposes that angel's wings aren't really designed to do that. 'I've seen angels hover, but I guess that's an advances skill or something. I can hover just fine, butt hen again, I can feel every part of my wings, while the feathers on an angel are unfeeling' True to his word he remains just a little closer to the ground than Aoba, ready to catch him. It's easy fro him to keep up with the young one, his only nervousness coming from the notice that Dani has his attention caught by their actions. 'If he gets upset for whatever reason, I'm not sure if I'll be able to defend my wings. However, he seems fairly fixated on my Little Mouse, so I think I'm safe for now. . .'
He smiles as Aoba finally seems to find the fun in what they are doing, but his smile falls moments later as at the same moment Dani takes off, and Aoba stumbles. He tenses, but relaxes as he notices what his big brother is up to, sliding aside gracefully as to not get in Dani's way. A small touch of possessiveness runs through him as Aoba hugs Dani, the younger brother completely ignoring Dani's teasing for an instant. 'He never hugs me like that, and I've done so much more for him. How come Dani gets hugs and all I get are shy looks and him pushing his way out of my hugs. . .' He continues to pout to himself even as he stays close to the flying pair, making sure if Dani slips up he'll be there to keep Aoba safe.
Kuro can not help his jealous nature, it being a natural part of him and just about every other demon out there. The possessiveness of demons is indeed legendary, and this need to have things all to themselves has lead to many terrifying happenings both in hell, and on earth. His gaze becomes a little heated as Dani continues touching his Little Mouse, unable to completely conceal his feelings, however as he watches his older brother be complete fail at teaching Aoba anything he shakes his head, his eyes returning to normal. Darting up he passes between the two, staying clear of Aoba's wings as to not knock him of course, and give his brother a 'get lost' look that Dani has no choice but to take seriously.
With a sigh he rolls over and begins flying under Aboa so they can talk. “He's not entirely wrong, after all, he does have more practice, so he's probably better than I, however I don't think he makes a better teacher.” He glances back to see Dani land in the pen to play with the pigs before returning his attention to the angel. “However, he knows nothing of how to fly with feathered wings.” He looks down with a little smirk. “I'm sure there isn't much I can teach you either, all my experience with feathered wings coming from books, but I can tell you what I know, unless you'd rather practice on your own.” He tilts his head as they turn. “There are a few things I think you should practice, but it's up to you whether or not you want help learning to be a better flier. . .”
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“It's not that I'm against it touching you, if you don't mind it, however it's the fact that I wasn't thinking anything like that and it just went and did it. . .” Viltez mumbles dejectedly as he watches it coil happily around his guest's arm. He huffs lightly, unsure of what to do. Then Aryx tries to move away and his tail responds oddly. Is eyes go wide as the red furry appendage instantly uncoils, only to dart forward and wrap around behind the taller man, pulling him closer.
'Oh, my, I didn't expect anything like this, is he mad? I mean, I can't' He ducks his head and almost violently forces his wayward tail to snap away from the man, taking several steps backwards to take him out of range. His head remains down, his arms clasped tightly over his middle. “I am so sorry, I don't, I couldn't. . .I didn't mean for it to do that. I would never. . .I don't know how to say this without sounding insulting, but I would never try to take such liberties. . .” When his tail had pulled the other male in there had been barely an inch between them, the distance making the usually distant man very uncomfortable despite the lack of anything actually happening.
“I'm not use to having anyone that close, and it, shocked me a bit. Forgive me. . .” He glares down at his tail, watching it thrash some nearby ferns, slicing through the tick stems with each snap. “I think. . . I think it may be doing it because. . . I've never had anyone around like you, and it's feeding off how lonely that little part of me is. . .” He tilts his head up, smiling weakly. “I'm happy, living around the people I grew up with, helping my fellow towns people, making them smile. . .” His head falls again. “But as you have said yourself, one shouldn't be restrained all the time. . .I think, it's just being selfish. . .” He swallows hard, praying for something to happen to defuse the tension even as his tail falls still, laying limp against the ground.
'Oh, my, I didn't expect anything like this, is he mad? I mean, I can't' He ducks his head and almost violently forces his wayward tail to snap away from the man, taking several steps backwards to take him out of range. His head remains down, his arms clasped tightly over his middle. “I am so sorry, I don't, I couldn't. . .I didn't mean for it to do that. I would never. . .I don't know how to say this without sounding insulting, but I would never try to take such liberties. . .” When his tail had pulled the other male in there had been barely an inch between them, the distance making the usually distant man very uncomfortable despite the lack of anything actually happening.
“I'm not use to having anyone that close, and it, shocked me a bit. Forgive me. . .” He glares down at his tail, watching it thrash some nearby ferns, slicing through the tick stems with each snap. “I think. . . I think it may be doing it because. . . I've never had anyone around like you, and it's feeding off how lonely that little part of me is. . .” He tilts his head up, smiling weakly. “I'm happy, living around the people I grew up with, helping my fellow towns people, making them smile. . .” His head falls again. “But as you have said yourself, one shouldn't be restrained all the time. . .I think, it's just being selfish. . .” He swallows hard, praying for something to happen to defuse the tension even as his tail falls still, laying limp against the ground.
*Giggles*
Erik: Rich bastard *Grumble* *Growl* *Rage* *Freeze* Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaath!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Suddenly 10 years old again*
Erik: Rich bastard *Grumble* *Growl* *Rage* *Freeze* Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaath!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Suddenly 10 years old again*
He feels a light chill run through his system at the first little touch and his eyes go from the feathered appendages attached to the angel's back to the soft flesh running across his own. His eyes nearly close as he watches the fascinated and mildly excited look on the young one's face grow stronger and more entertained as he goes along. “Despite his obvious excitement, he's keeping in mind how fragile they and. . .This soft touch however. . .'[/i] A ever so quiet purr starts up in his chest as Aoba openly caress a part of his body. 'I bet he does not even realize that, as much as we keep them hidden, that our wings are almost equivalent to the most sensitive and untouched parts of his body' It only makes sense, all the nerves running through the thin flesh that allows them exact and complete control in flight, that such gentle and intimate touches would cause his body to respond positively.
He keeps himself in check however, decided to explain this later, perhaps even much later, unless the younger male figures it out on his own first. His eyes trail up to follow to motion of those thin fingers over to the crook of his wing, touching on his talon before moving to the other wing to play with that one as well. He covers the growing purr with a faint hum, keeping half an ear on Dani, who seems to still be thoroughly amused by the sound of things. His eyes open a little wider as Aoba spreads his own wings and looks between them a few times. A long string of dirty jokes about 'size' runs through his head as Aoba compares wing size, however he keeps them all to himself, instead just smiling warmly.
When at last the angel looks up into his eyes Kuro's smile widens even further as he relaxes his wings a bit, bringing the talons together so that they can hook around one another, creating a cool effect behind him. “Yes, exercise, and fun.” He points at the fluffy bits attached to Aoba and chuckles. “I got a good feel of them last night, and it's obvious you don't use them much. I'm sure you can fly just fine, but for your safety, and to make life easier, I think we should work with your wings once a day.” He nods once. “Even after you reach a good speed, you'll have to keep working out to stay in shape.” His grin turns into a smirk. “That aside, flying is one of the most fun things to do, if you know what you're doing. There's nothing like coming up with a trick, or finding a new way to do something, and with your wings, there will be things you can do that no demon can.”
He nods once before lifting off and waiting for the angel to rise. Once he is in the air Kuro flies around him a few times, noting how hard it is for the young angel to hover. 'I was right, he's never really trained these. I'll have to come up with some sort of schedule. Now that he no longer has his energy to aid him, flying will be far more difficult on his body' “Well, I don't want you exhausted, but if you could show me, say, your tops speed and what control you have, like for turning and diving, that would be great. And don't worry about falling, I promise to catch you. . .” He trails off, letting the purr enter his voice as he comes around to hover in front of the younger male.
He keeps himself in check however, decided to explain this later, perhaps even much later, unless the younger male figures it out on his own first. His eyes trail up to follow to motion of those thin fingers over to the crook of his wing, touching on his talon before moving to the other wing to play with that one as well. He covers the growing purr with a faint hum, keeping half an ear on Dani, who seems to still be thoroughly amused by the sound of things. His eyes open a little wider as Aoba spreads his own wings and looks between them a few times. A long string of dirty jokes about 'size' runs through his head as Aoba compares wing size, however he keeps them all to himself, instead just smiling warmly.
When at last the angel looks up into his eyes Kuro's smile widens even further as he relaxes his wings a bit, bringing the talons together so that they can hook around one another, creating a cool effect behind him. “Yes, exercise, and fun.” He points at the fluffy bits attached to Aoba and chuckles. “I got a good feel of them last night, and it's obvious you don't use them much. I'm sure you can fly just fine, but for your safety, and to make life easier, I think we should work with your wings once a day.” He nods once. “Even after you reach a good speed, you'll have to keep working out to stay in shape.” His grin turns into a smirk. “That aside, flying is one of the most fun things to do, if you know what you're doing. There's nothing like coming up with a trick, or finding a new way to do something, and with your wings, there will be things you can do that no demon can.”
He nods once before lifting off and waiting for the angel to rise. Once he is in the air Kuro flies around him a few times, noting how hard it is for the young angel to hover. 'I was right, he's never really trained these. I'll have to come up with some sort of schedule. Now that he no longer has his energy to aid him, flying will be far more difficult on his body' “Well, I don't want you exhausted, but if you could show me, say, your tops speed and what control you have, like for turning and diving, that would be great. And don't worry about falling, I promise to catch you. . .” He trails off, letting the purr enter his voice as he comes around to hover in front of the younger male.
'He was tense, however he did not tell me to stop. I have heard, and even seen on occasion, cases where repeated actions cause automatic reactions in animals, however I have never seen in it a human. I mean, any down trodden underling will flinch back if a hand is raised against them, however this was different. I find this all very strange, and different, but then again if I did not, I would not be here, no?' He keeps his focus on the black even as he finally manages to release the lady. His hands do not sooth over the horse's neck as he has seems most riders good to their mounts do. He does not know such soft touches, nor their power, having never felt them himself, least as he recalls. She however does not seem to mind, the faint hum of his magic in so close to her serving the same purpose as a stroke, though he does not know this.
He does not know the comfort his magic brings to those beasts that trust him, believing that the taint runs so deep that even his mystic energy is laced with the blood spilled across his soul, however since he can not converse with the beasts, he will never know that he still has a part of himself that is untainted, even if he does use it to help him kill from time to time. Stepping away from the other horse to try and give it some space the fae's eyes slide over to the young man donning the hair not his own. He looks at it curious for a time, a part of his knowing the reason for it, but his being not understanding it in the slightest. 'I know any family I may have left is far too ashamed of my life to claim me, but with the things I have done, that is completely understandable, however from the rumors the only thing the prince has done to warrant this is something about his hair color'
His head tilts from side to side, watching as the young man approaches his mount. Rei's hand goes to his dagger, even after the words from the prince earlier he still will not tolerate the horse bringing him harm. It is not until the beast settles that Rei drops his hand and leaps lightly into the gray's saddle once more. He looks at the young man curiously, unable to respond to the offer as the prince almost immediately moves off towards the town. ~Same as before lady, just keep up but stay back~ With a soft knicker she nods and moves into an even pace with the black several paces ahead. Rei thinks on many things as they make their way back to the prince's home, some bits about society's oddities, other bits about familial ties, however his mind keeps coming back to the idea of how the prince is not treated as he should be.
'I have known him not long, however I have come to believe that he is one to be honored far more than it seems. His voice is soft, when speaking to me at least, and his eyes are keen, taking in subtle things I can see but not understand, however he understands them and knows how to get what he wants. I do not sense that greed and evil I have found in many human leaders over the years, though I have not live as many as some, I have dealt with his kind enough to know, he. . .is. . .different' Rei knows that different is not always a good thing, but that is not the only thing that makes him confused about the young man's treatment. As they move through town he once more looks to the peasants and the like, their eyes showing a very small range of emotions from envy to anger to small gleams of admiration here and there. 'All of these people, no matter how they feel about him, even if there is no one around to order it, treat him as the crowned prince and move from his way without word or qualm. This is a normal way for him to be treated'
His eyes travel to every side, even looking to the roofs to keep an eye on those who use the thieve's highway even at this hour of the day. 'I have watched the families in my village, the love and trust laying light a thick fog across every interaction between parent and child, and every child I have seen listens to their parent without question. True, I have not been there long, far shorter a time than any other my age, however that does not change the truth of what I have seen' As they move through the front gates and back into the castle yard his focus returns to the large black stallion even as he dismounts. 'Perhaps it is just in a human's nature to strike what does not obey. To teach through pain' His gaze shifts to the prince for a long moment. “Perhaps one day even you will no longer believe as you do, and come to strike your own offspring. . .”
His words are soft, too soft for any other than the mare at his side to hear him, however he meets the prince's eye for a moment and in that instant, he is sure that his eyes are speaking, the conviction of his idea both confusing and disturbing him ever so slightly. Normally, Rei does not show his emotions, finding them useless in his line of work, and not having really found time to develop them, however every so often his own mind will conjure such things that affect him so, and in these moments he looks almost normal, almost like the young fae he is, and not the cold assassin he's grown into.
He does not know the comfort his magic brings to those beasts that trust him, believing that the taint runs so deep that even his mystic energy is laced with the blood spilled across his soul, however since he can not converse with the beasts, he will never know that he still has a part of himself that is untainted, even if he does use it to help him kill from time to time. Stepping away from the other horse to try and give it some space the fae's eyes slide over to the young man donning the hair not his own. He looks at it curious for a time, a part of his knowing the reason for it, but his being not understanding it in the slightest. 'I know any family I may have left is far too ashamed of my life to claim me, but with the things I have done, that is completely understandable, however from the rumors the only thing the prince has done to warrant this is something about his hair color'
His head tilts from side to side, watching as the young man approaches his mount. Rei's hand goes to his dagger, even after the words from the prince earlier he still will not tolerate the horse bringing him harm. It is not until the beast settles that Rei drops his hand and leaps lightly into the gray's saddle once more. He looks at the young man curiously, unable to respond to the offer as the prince almost immediately moves off towards the town. ~Same as before lady, just keep up but stay back~ With a soft knicker she nods and moves into an even pace with the black several paces ahead. Rei thinks on many things as they make their way back to the prince's home, some bits about society's oddities, other bits about familial ties, however his mind keeps coming back to the idea of how the prince is not treated as he should be.
'I have known him not long, however I have come to believe that he is one to be honored far more than it seems. His voice is soft, when speaking to me at least, and his eyes are keen, taking in subtle things I can see but not understand, however he understands them and knows how to get what he wants. I do not sense that greed and evil I have found in many human leaders over the years, though I have not live as many as some, I have dealt with his kind enough to know, he. . .is. . .different' Rei knows that different is not always a good thing, but that is not the only thing that makes him confused about the young man's treatment. As they move through town he once more looks to the peasants and the like, their eyes showing a very small range of emotions from envy to anger to small gleams of admiration here and there. 'All of these people, no matter how they feel about him, even if there is no one around to order it, treat him as the crowned prince and move from his way without word or qualm. This is a normal way for him to be treated'
His eyes travel to every side, even looking to the roofs to keep an eye on those who use the thieve's highway even at this hour of the day. 'I have watched the families in my village, the love and trust laying light a thick fog across every interaction between parent and child, and every child I have seen listens to their parent without question. True, I have not been there long, far shorter a time than any other my age, however that does not change the truth of what I have seen' As they move through the front gates and back into the castle yard his focus returns to the large black stallion even as he dismounts. 'Perhaps it is just in a human's nature to strike what does not obey. To teach through pain' His gaze shifts to the prince for a long moment. “Perhaps one day even you will no longer believe as you do, and come to strike your own offspring. . .”
His words are soft, too soft for any other than the mare at his side to hear him, however he meets the prince's eye for a moment and in that instant, he is sure that his eyes are speaking, the conviction of his idea both confusing and disturbing him ever so slightly. Normally, Rei does not show his emotions, finding them useless in his line of work, and not having really found time to develop them, however every so often his own mind will conjure such things that affect him so, and in these moments he looks almost normal, almost like the young fae he is, and not the cold assassin he's grown into.
Looking down at the little ones Seishu puffs up a little. “Of course I'm feeling better! Who do you think you're talking to!?” Rue covers his mouth to stifle a new set of giggles while Inui looks at him wide eyed for a few seconds until the guardian winks and he blushes lightly, burying his face in Rue's shoulder. 'Awww, the cute here is going to kill me one of these days, if Gin doesn't get to me first' Shaking his head he turns his attention on to the brothers, his gaze becoming expectant and patient. Seishu keeps his eyes on the boys as Enasi deals with his over eager little ones, not really acknowledging the interruption.
“I am good for energy, I'm as full as I can be.” He glances at the shiny red eyes of the little minion before offering up a brief warm smile to the two. “I can see from his relaxed energy that you treated him well, and for that I must commend you. You looked past what is settled deep inside him, and treated him as one of your own without frightening him, or so it would seem. Good job.” Inui nods his head rapidly, not wanting to get the brothers in trouble despite the fact that they did make him uncomfortable a few times. Lan and Ran practically glow with pride, though they maintain their composure and simply nod in response, faint smiles on their lips.
With a light huff he holds his counterpart a little tighter and ignores Rasha's dancing gaze as he continues. “I need to know exactly where Kaila plans on having the portal open up, and don't let him put it too close to the encampment. I know he'll want me to walk right into camp, but that sudden surge of my arrival would put everyone in danger of being discovered, not to mention the affect on the realm Enasi will have, so no matter the glares, you make sure he complies.” The both nod sharply and out of the corner of his eye Seishu notices Inui watching them closely. 'Already trying to learn how to be a good Nightmare Minion, huh? Good for you Inui, though for now I think you're just fine. Other than the formal training, and some low level battle training, you only need to temper your positive flares and you're perfect'
Bringing his free hand up he motions them closer and the two step forward as one. His smile widens slightly and he touches them gently on the forehead, first Lan, then Ran, and at his touch they audibly sigh before stepping back and with a salute, a fist to the heart, they both take off, opening their portal half way down the street as to not affect the dream denizens. The swirling black blues and purples make the guardian nostalgic and he stares after them until the portals close. With a soft whine he turns to face Enasi, wrapping himself around the smaller male for comfort. He buries his face in the crook on the red head's neck, his arms pulling his counterpart flush against him as he tries to sooth his aching heart.
“I am good for energy, I'm as full as I can be.” He glances at the shiny red eyes of the little minion before offering up a brief warm smile to the two. “I can see from his relaxed energy that you treated him well, and for that I must commend you. You looked past what is settled deep inside him, and treated him as one of your own without frightening him, or so it would seem. Good job.” Inui nods his head rapidly, not wanting to get the brothers in trouble despite the fact that they did make him uncomfortable a few times. Lan and Ran practically glow with pride, though they maintain their composure and simply nod in response, faint smiles on their lips.
With a light huff he holds his counterpart a little tighter and ignores Rasha's dancing gaze as he continues. “I need to know exactly where Kaila plans on having the portal open up, and don't let him put it too close to the encampment. I know he'll want me to walk right into camp, but that sudden surge of my arrival would put everyone in danger of being discovered, not to mention the affect on the realm Enasi will have, so no matter the glares, you make sure he complies.” The both nod sharply and out of the corner of his eye Seishu notices Inui watching them closely. 'Already trying to learn how to be a good Nightmare Minion, huh? Good for you Inui, though for now I think you're just fine. Other than the formal training, and some low level battle training, you only need to temper your positive flares and you're perfect'
Bringing his free hand up he motions them closer and the two step forward as one. His smile widens slightly and he touches them gently on the forehead, first Lan, then Ran, and at his touch they audibly sigh before stepping back and with a salute, a fist to the heart, they both take off, opening their portal half way down the street as to not affect the dream denizens. The swirling black blues and purples make the guardian nostalgic and he stares after them until the portals close. With a soft whine he turns to face Enasi, wrapping himself around the smaller male for comfort. He buries his face in the crook on the red head's neck, his arms pulling his counterpart flush against him as he tries to sooth his aching heart.
Kuro shakes his head with a chuckle. “Words for a demon are meaningless for the most part, at least when it comes to pacts and bonds. Blood is the script and ink in Hell and for those who were born in it.” He looks towards the barn, then to the animals finishing up their meals, then off to Dani who promptly falls into the pasture, scattering the sheep only to have him prowl after them. “Well, we may have the bare minimums now, but there is plenty more that needs to be built and worked on before we can call this farm respectable.” He grins patting Aoba's head playfully before skipping sideways slightly. “I think for now however, we should have a little fun, and perhaps some exercise.”
After a thorough look around, Kuro pulls out his wings and spreads them. Just as he's about to take of, wanting the angel not to fall out of practice with his own, he pauses. 'He's been trying for quite some time now you get a better look at these. I wonder if he's still curious. . .' He can feel a touch of unease enter his mind at the thought of anyone being so close to his wings, but after a glance to confirm that Dani is thoroughly entertained by a cow trying to sit on him, the young demon moves a little closer to Aoba with a soft, almost shy, smile on his lips.
“Before any of that however, I seem to recall a little angel who was very very curious about demon wings. . .” His voice is soft and as he spreads them wide, he relaxes his body, moving within arm's reach of the angel. As he waits to see what Aoba will do he lets his own gave travel over the gray feathered wings of the smaller male before him. He'd gotten to examine them completely when he washed them the night before, however they are still at the top of the list of interesting things he'd like to learn more about.
After a thorough look around, Kuro pulls out his wings and spreads them. Just as he's about to take of, wanting the angel not to fall out of practice with his own, he pauses. 'He's been trying for quite some time now you get a better look at these. I wonder if he's still curious. . .' He can feel a touch of unease enter his mind at the thought of anyone being so close to his wings, but after a glance to confirm that Dani is thoroughly entertained by a cow trying to sit on him, the young demon moves a little closer to Aoba with a soft, almost shy, smile on his lips.
“Before any of that however, I seem to recall a little angel who was very very curious about demon wings. . .” His voice is soft and as he spreads them wide, he relaxes his body, moving within arm's reach of the angel. As he waits to see what Aoba will do he lets his own gave travel over the gray feathered wings of the smaller male before him. He'd gotten to examine them completely when he washed them the night before, however they are still at the top of the list of interesting things he'd like to learn more about.
Sure, why not, let's see what cha got! Don't forget Dorian checking the tack and stuff :P
Yays, someone's glad I back *Shifty eyes* *Smiiiiiiiiiles* *Tease* *Tease*
The young noble can hear the demon moving about the room as he speaks and wonders just what he's up to even as his hand flies across the paper. When at last it comes to his question being answered with a question Amano turns to look at Illiendi, a look of deep concentration on his face. Though it is a simple question, the internal conflict raging beneath the surface boarders on legendary. 'I know I told him that no matter what, I will get this done, but if he's not there it will be that much more difficult. I can talk to my father, but something like this requires skills I have as of yet to test. I may have acquired a ship and the like, but I do not have much else ready at the moment, and if my plan seems half baked, it will be hell trying to get his approval'
He bites his lip gently. 'And while that will not stop me, it seems like Illiendi thinks I should have the approval, and I know having him with me would be useful, but how am I to ever expect to be great if all I do is rely on my demon? Even if it is just for moral support' A faint smirk finds it's way to his lips at that thought, however it vanishes a moment later as his eyes returns to the plank sheet of paper before him. The one that will eventually hold what he plans to tell his father. 'I am just starting out, so it is only natural I have a crutch, right? Or, should I be trying to do my best on my own, only relying upon Illiendi when I absolutely can not do it on my own? Perhaps I am missing the point of even having a demon to do my bidding, but honestly, I should use him the way I see fit, right? That is what he keeps saying. . .'
His head slowly sinks down on to the desk as a long sigh finds it's way out between his tired lips. For some reason, despite the rest this morning and the lace of any real activity throughout the day, Amano feels suddenly exhausted. 'I need to get things done, and get them done right, and no matter what I need him to do, I am sure Illiendi can do it without fail and no matter how much time he has to do it. He's a demon after all, and from his own words it sounds like he's never failed. He's just too confident to not be one of, if not the best at fulfilling mortal's wishes' He takes in a deep breath, his face having betrayed very little of his internal conflict and as his head comes up he appears just as calm as ever. He learned long ago that when it comes to troubles, no one really wants to hear about it, so he's learned to settle matters like that without bothering people.
His simple quill begins gliding slowly over the paper as he begins speaking softly. “If he finds out this is a sudden plan out of nowhere, there is no way he will accept it or bless it, so I have to use my savings and my hiring of you as proof that I have been planning this for a while.” He dips his quill slowly, his brows furrowed as he continues taking notes. “If the lateness of my acquiring a ship comes up, I can simply say I wanted for you to be here before I set a date, and due to the tides at this time of year, the sooner, the better. It's true,t he tides and currents can cause a little trouble this time of year, so it's not a lie, per se.” His eyes remain locked on the paper, and despite his calm demeanor he has an obvious tenseness in his shoulders. “I would like you to be there, my reliance on you will be more convincing if you are there for my father to see and question. . .” His voice trails off and he casts a glance at the other body in the room before returning his attention to the paper.
“I will of course tell him my destination, and he is sure to find out about the ship from his spies, so I think we should pay him early tomorrow, perhaps while you are out, so he can give the spies positive feedback.” He falls silent once more, his lip going between his teeth. “The only problem comes is unlike my mother, father will nit pick into details that I do not have yet, or that I have not thought of, and if you come up with all the answers, or if I look at a loss too often, he will notice, and he will lose more and more faith in my plan. Not that he shall have much to begin with, but I must keep it from falling too low. . .” He eyes go once more to Illiendi. “I do not know what else to put down. Perhaps you have some details for me to write down so I can memorize them tonight?”
He bites his lip gently. 'And while that will not stop me, it seems like Illiendi thinks I should have the approval, and I know having him with me would be useful, but how am I to ever expect to be great if all I do is rely on my demon? Even if it is just for moral support' A faint smirk finds it's way to his lips at that thought, however it vanishes a moment later as his eyes returns to the plank sheet of paper before him. The one that will eventually hold what he plans to tell his father. 'I am just starting out, so it is only natural I have a crutch, right? Or, should I be trying to do my best on my own, only relying upon Illiendi when I absolutely can not do it on my own? Perhaps I am missing the point of even having a demon to do my bidding, but honestly, I should use him the way I see fit, right? That is what he keeps saying. . .'
His head slowly sinks down on to the desk as a long sigh finds it's way out between his tired lips. For some reason, despite the rest this morning and the lace of any real activity throughout the day, Amano feels suddenly exhausted. 'I need to get things done, and get them done right, and no matter what I need him to do, I am sure Illiendi can do it without fail and no matter how much time he has to do it. He's a demon after all, and from his own words it sounds like he's never failed. He's just too confident to not be one of, if not the best at fulfilling mortal's wishes' He takes in a deep breath, his face having betrayed very little of his internal conflict and as his head comes up he appears just as calm as ever. He learned long ago that when it comes to troubles, no one really wants to hear about it, so he's learned to settle matters like that without bothering people.
His simple quill begins gliding slowly over the paper as he begins speaking softly. “If he finds out this is a sudden plan out of nowhere, there is no way he will accept it or bless it, so I have to use my savings and my hiring of you as proof that I have been planning this for a while.” He dips his quill slowly, his brows furrowed as he continues taking notes. “If the lateness of my acquiring a ship comes up, I can simply say I wanted for you to be here before I set a date, and due to the tides at this time of year, the sooner, the better. It's true,t he tides and currents can cause a little trouble this time of year, so it's not a lie, per se.” His eyes remain locked on the paper, and despite his calm demeanor he has an obvious tenseness in his shoulders. “I would like you to be there, my reliance on you will be more convincing if you are there for my father to see and question. . .” His voice trails off and he casts a glance at the other body in the room before returning his attention to the paper.
“I will of course tell him my destination, and he is sure to find out about the ship from his spies, so I think we should pay him early tomorrow, perhaps while you are out, so he can give the spies positive feedback.” He falls silent once more, his lip going between his teeth. “The only problem comes is unlike my mother, father will nit pick into details that I do not have yet, or that I have not thought of, and if you come up with all the answers, or if I look at a loss too often, he will notice, and he will lose more and more faith in my plan. Not that he shall have much to begin with, but I must keep it from falling too low. . .” He eyes go once more to Illiendi. “I do not know what else to put down. Perhaps you have some details for me to write down so I can memorize them tonight?”
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