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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

FLASHBACK

PART 2

Ignis 6th

Charlotte & Kazumin

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Charlotte couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer dramatics of Kazumin's defeat. Still, she rubbed his back comfortingly as he splayed himself on the table. “Oh poor Kazu... Are you okay? It was truly a valiant effort you should be proud of, you know.”

The blonde tried to keep up the angry pretense, but Char’s giggle and the comforting touch to his back massaged the dramatic temperament out of him.

A quiet deflating of puffed cheeks ending on a sputtering sigh.” Ugh, you’re making it hard to be mad, but aye, I’m fine.” Turning his face from the table to look sideways up at her with a peeking smile.” And my thanks for giving me such a riveting challenge; never expected you to have such a strong appetite, but don’t think you’ve bested me, I just overestimated all the running about.” Wagging his finger in playful warning fashion with a determined promise look in his eye.” I’ll best you next time, just you wait.” He nodded his head determinedly, then pushed himself back up into a sitting position, giving her shoulder a congratulatory pat.

“Yes sir. I’ll be ready for round two whenever you are.” Lottie said with a smile, then she winced as her stomach painfully protested again. “...If it makes you feel better, I believe my body’s explosion is imminent.”

“ Good, cause I’ll be gunning for ya after some more training, been slacking cause of those damn etiquette lessons.” Sticking his tongue out in distaste at the mere thought of Agatha as he slumped back against his chair, feeling a satisfied yet pained grumble echo in unison with Char’s tummy protest.” Aye, it helps knowing I’m not the only one suffering then…the cost of being food champion, I know it well.” Chuckling, patting at his stomach.” Best we take it easy for now, a good time for chatting after a good meal anyway.” He gave a lethargic thumbs up, barely wanting to move.

Charlotte replied to him, not with words, but a long, woeful groan that came from the depths of her very soul. Lacking all the grace of a lady who did attend finishing school, she reached for the nearest empty chair and lazily dragged it toward their table. She arranged it just so before she kicked her feet up on it and threw her head back against her chair. “Who’s suffering? “ she asked lightly with theatrical disbelief, a humorless, airy laugh following the question. “Certainly not us.”

She exhaled deeply, committed to not returning the entirety of their meal onto the table before them. Then she propped her elbow on the table and her chin in her palm, her gaze softening. “So, um, are you bearing the weight of the other night okay?” Her voice became quieter. “You know, with the, well, the hostage situation.”

Kazu’s gaze followed his friend with a curious brow as she all but drag herself into the nearest chair. He found it peculiar and a bit amusing for a lady of her status to be acting so unladylike, but there was no hint of disgust; no, he felt respect and awe at seeing her so unbothered by how undignified she might look. Her remark about suffering showed she had fun, which brought a warm smile to his lips.” Certainly not, no, I’d say the ones suffering are the staff.” Momentarily peering towards the stands where some irritated staff could be seen leering at them.

He offered them a sheepish wave for the impromptu eating competition, then turned only to feel his smile waver, hearing Char mention the whole tavern situation.” Ah, yes….that whole unpleasant ordeal at the tavern.” His voice softened with a somber note, his eyes saddened as he pushed off the back of the chair to lean his elbows against the table with a light, nervous tap of the table.” Hardly the way drunk’s day should be spent.” He took a long, sharp inhale as flashes of the night’s event went through his mind. He gulped, blinking away the bloodied image over Charlotte’s face.” The weight has been difficult, but..but I’ve been managing well enough.” If only barely, though, he kept the last bit to himself, not wanting to worry her about the nightmares.

“ Er..how about you? How are you holding up? I-is your forehead feeling alright?” He asked with a hesitant pause, concern etched on his features; his eyes held a well-up sheen, hating what had been done to her, to his friends.

“Forehead is quite alright.” Charlotte confirmed lightly, her gaze lowering. “You’re a tougher cookie than I…” She transitioned her arms to fold on the table and rested her head on them wearily. “I’ve hardly been sleeping. Whenever I close my eyes, I see that man burning alive, or that poor soul convulsing before us… Goodness, Lord Edwards.” She shuddered. “It was all so heartlessly cruel. Honestly, I cannot seem to rid myself of memories of the entire ordeal.”

A relieved sigh left his lips at hearing that her forehead didn’t bother her thanks to Olive’s healing, even in the bad state she had been in as well.” That’s wondrous news; I feared some lasting damage.” Folding his hands together against the table, lightly squeezing them. His brows furrowed; saddened at the way Char rested her head as she detailed some of the troubles that had been haunting her.

He started to pull his hands apart, wanting to return the comforting touch, but wasn’t sure how to go about it.” Tough cookie? Heh, hardly.” Said in a half-hearted, sarcastic manner with a bitter taste on his tongue.” And…and I’m sorry sleep has escaped you, though with such unpleasant memories still so fresh, I doubt sleep would offer much comfort anyway.” Shaking his head with a gulp, feeling the weariness he had been trying to hold back since.” It should have been a night of fun memories and drinking merriment, but instead, we’re left with nightmares and scars. I-I share in picturing the horrid night and..and it pisses me off how cruel and wicked they were…and made us unable to even enjoy sleep at that.” The words flowed with bitterness as he bit his lip, fighting back the grueling memories, then let out an airy sigh through his nose, hesitantly reaching to give the back of her head a gentle, comforting touch, wanting to let her know she wasn’t alone.

Her expression saddened at his words, though there was some comfort in that neither of them were alone in their grief. Then, suddenly his hand touched the back of her head and a small smile slowly formed on her face. “Kazumin Nagasa,” she said his name firmly her voice turning amused, “…Are you petting me right now?” She asked. “That’s rather sweet of you. I confess that I feel a little like a puppy.”

She sighed and picked up a pitcher to pour two glasses of water for them. “Maybe a sign we should talk about something less heavy. Though, I do wish you to know that I am here, truly. If ever you need to speak of it, once or a hundred times over, I will listen. .”

The sudden mention of his name gave pause to his hand, his eyes widening, realizing what he had been doing, and he quickly pulled his hand away with an awkward blush.” What?! I-uh no..I meant to offer a friendly pat.” Waving his hands frantically in front of his face, then lowered his head in embarrassed shame. His blush darkened at the unexpected compliment when he expected annoyance.” Er..sorry, didn’t mean to go petting ya like that..j-just wanted to cheer up this sad puppy- I mean, cheer you up.” Facepalming himself, his cheeks reddening, feeling stupid at the puppy mix-up.

He groaned against his palm, wanting to forget what just happened as the sound of pouring water had him peek through his fingers. There, he saw that Char had poured each of them a glass of water and begrudgingly used his free hands to take his with a muffled apology, for his throat suddenly felt dry as sandpaper. The cowlicked blonde took nursing sips, easing the dryness; touched at what his friend said, as relief softened his expression at the offer of a topic change.” My..ahem, thanks, Char…really, I appreciate knowing I can talk with you.” He nodded with a soft tap of the half-drunk glass resting against the table.” And know the same goes for you..I’m here if you need it.” Reaching over to give her hand a gentle squeeze, thankful at how forgiving and sweet she continued to be. His gesture made Charlotte’s smile soften. ” Talking it out certainly might help, and there’s…more to discuss, but such heavy talk is better saved for more private accommodations.” Glancing around at the noisy chattering crowds around them, where he could sense some eyes on them, likely from their odd behaviour.

Charlotte had watched his frantic apology with one brow raised, and remained silent through his kind words. Then, with all the gentleness in the world, she reached for the hand he had so dramatically withdrawn and guided it back to the crown of her head. “You misunderstand me, Kazumin Nagasa.”

She gave his hand an encouraging pat, as though granting him permission to continue the offense. “I quite like puppies.”

The touch of her hand startled him initially, but the gentleness of it quickly put him at ease. Kazu could almost feel the warmth of her fingers through the glove as he felt Char lift his hand to rest softly upon her head once more. The act befuddled him and brought a red tint to his freckled cheeks. It relieved him to know she wasn’t mad or put off, and he found himself giving her head an affectionate pet.” A-aye... who doesn’t like cute puppies?” Said with a nervous smiling chuckle. As he gave her a finishing pat, his mind suddenly envisioned Olive sitting where Char was, his hand adoringly petting her. With a barely choked-back gasp and a brief burning reddening of the cheeks, Kazu hastily pulled the hand away and averted his gaze, blinking the bothersome intrusive image with a sobering rub of his face till his face cooled down.

Shaking his head before turning his attention back to Charlotte, trying to think about what they could talk about, needing to distract himself.” Humm.. uh, oh! I recall how Cassius watched over you that night. How are things with him?” He asked with a curious lifting of his glass, taking another sip.

Charlotte’s fingers stilled around her glass. It had been but a name, yet it made her glance drop at once. Color rose in her cheeks before she could do anything about it.

“Cassius…” She said his name softly, her tone betraying her. She then exhaled. “He is…” She paused, then smiled despite herself. “He is rather sweet to me. In his way.” Her fingers traced absently along the side of her glass. “And I do like him.”

There it was.

Kazu’s head and brow lifted with a curious attentiveness. The shy shift in her tone and posture and somewhat hesitant manner showed this had become a sensitive topic. He shifted forward, hands folded together, wanting to show he was listening to her every word; a soft, surprised smile curved his lips as she admitted to liking Cassius. She seemed to have a lot to say. So he would hold off any questions till she was done: not wishing to interrupt after earning such open trust like this with someone. It was special to him, and he wanted to be respectful, as it must not have been easy to do so.

Charlotte closed her eyes for a second, as if hearing herself say it aloud had made the matter suddenly far more real. When she opened them again, the blush had deepened. “Goodness. I do like him, Kazumin. Rather terribly, I’m afraid.” She let out an embarrassed laugh. “Which is inconvenient, because my life has become rather dangerous. And Cassius… He just finally escaped that kind of life.”

His eyes widened with a whispered.” O-oh my.” Shocked at the admitted confession, the way her cheeks darkened further demonstrated how much she seemed to like the guy. Kazu couldn’t stop the light blush, awed at the cuteness of adoring someone in such a way, though his brows furrowed with concern at hearing that Char’s life had been dangerous, then an uncertain head tilt.* Escaped that kind of life?.* The question lingered quietly in his mind.

Her expression dimmed. “And at the end of the day, he is Count Damien’s son. Not a family I’d be welcomed into with open arms. I imagine he’d be very much the father-in-law from Hells.”

She sighed and added, “I know that is not his fault. I know better than most that children are not simply extensions of their fathers. Still…”

Charlotte’s shoulders sank. “I don’t know if I could hide from him what Calbert’s done forever. And I certainly do not want to be the person who takes a father from someone who has only just been given the chance to know him. I mean, I’d do anything to be able to speak to mine again. ”

For a moment, she looked as if she might continue speaking sensibly. Then she put her face in her hands. The gesture was so immediate and unlike her that it seemed to surprise even Charlotte herself.

Kazu maintained his silent listening, giving small acknowledging nods. A saddened frown etched his face, learning how complicated things between the two had proven to be. The cowlicked blonde had worried how much like his father Cassius was, but with each dimly heavy word spoken, it made any such assumption shatter. A relief to know that Cassius only carried his blood with none of Calbert’s wickedness; he would not forgive how kind and helpful he had been that night of the tavern. Kazu, sensing Char struggling, started to reach a hand forward intending to give hers a comforting squeeze, but frettingly saw Char bury her face in her hands, leaving him uncertain how to respond, as he squeezed his hands together, biting back his concern for the moment.

“Who am I kidding, Kazumin?” she groaned, her voice muffled against her palms. Her blush had reached the tips of her ears. “I nearly drowned in the lake the other night, and he saved me, and then we spent the night in his cabin.” Her words were muffled and she pressed her hands more firmly to her face, as if she could physically contain the confession. “Not improperly,” she added quickly. “Well. Not terribly improperly. I mean—there was cuddling.”

The freckled blonde almost did a double-take with wide eyes of disbelief and deep worry in his amber brown eyes.* I beg your fucking pardon?! Did she just say almost drowned?!* He nearly screamed the question aloud, fighting back the urge to jump over and hug her as several questions exploded in his mind, wondering how the hell she found herself drowning, but knowing Cass saved her brought a watery film to his eyes. A blessing he had been there; to think they could have lost Char without knowing it would have been a deep hurt. That alone earned all his respect; thankful the man was able to protect the woman he loved; unlike him, who carried the guilt of his failure, always too late.

Blinking away the film with a slow exhale, barely catching her give mention of cuddling.

A miserable sound escaped her.“Ooh Gods… There was a great deal of cuddling.” She dragged her hands down just enough to peek at him over her fingertips, eyes shining now. “I have not the slightest idea of what I am doing.”

His slightly downward-turned head sprang back up with a bashful bounce of his cowlick.” I-uh..wow…Char…ya sure spilled a lot there. Er, way more than I expected. N-not that it’s a bad thing, I assure ya!” Kazu said with a small, frantic hand wave, struggling to get the words out, still trying to process everything, and seeing his friend covering her face in such a bashful, miserable way with talk of cuddling had him flustered with her as he scratched awkwardly at the side of his messy hair.

” T-those sound like some pretty difficult times the two of ya had, and I’m still coming to terms with the fact you nearly drowned, I admit.” His brows crinkled, upset it had happened, but he shook his head, deciding to hold off probing on that for now.” But I’ll ask about how ya found yourself in that situation later…I’m just relieved Cass saved ya.” He gave a soft sigh, reaching a hand out to give her arm a comforting, thankful soft squeeze.” And he sounds like a rather cool and respectable guy, nothing like his bastard father, that’s for sure.”

Kazu gulped, feeling the warmth of his face again at the thought of them cuddling all cute and sweet like; he couldn’t help but be envious of the two sharing such an intimate moment.” And... and it seems you two had a really sweet time at the cabin; I’m happy you found such a trustworthy guy with how respectable he was, not peeking improperly. Think it shows he loves ya for you, but…But I guess no guy can help wanting a peek to admire such a beauty before them.” His face reddened, not used to talking about such topics, his body shifting awkwardly at the thought of cuddling with someone the way the two had.

“ And..I’m with ya on not having any idea, heh.” Kazu lowered his head with a shy chuckle, unable to stand seeing Char so bashful, finding it difficult to fight off certain images that’d send him reeling like her.” I-uh never been good with romance, always been clueless and..nervous about such things…n-not that any would want to cuddle with a bumbling dork like me.” His lowered face burned a mixture of embarrassment and envy with a dismissive hand wave. A solemn look in his eyes.” I think the two of ya are right for each other…and if Calby tries to get in the way, Olive and I will kick his ass for you!” Said with a determined punch of a closed fist against his open palm, only to flinch after mentioning her name. The red-faced blonde nervously scrambled to slide a glass of water over to her while grabbing one for himself with a free hand. He then hid his darkening face in a long, drawn-out gulp, suddenly finding his throat impossibly dry.

Charlotte buried her face back in her hands. “Calbert already has.” The words were lamented in a muffled mess into her palms before she finally raised her head again. “Calbert asked me to stop seeing Cassius. He said he would leave us be if I did. ” She then let out a sigh. “And I have already made a spectacular mess of that, haven’t I?”

Still in the midst of drinking when Char admitted to Calbert’s interference, causing him to pause and almost slam the glass down in a bit of fury. A forceful gulp of water to clear his throat.” He what?! Like hell are we gonna let that stand!” Kazu exclaimed with barely controlled anger.” Don’t be silly, Char, you haven’t messed up. You two have just been following your heart. If that shithead Calby thinks he can meddle, then he will learn the taste of farmer fury!” Shaking his head with a chest-patting huff.” Don’t give a shit about his status; no one gets in the way of love.” It burned him to his core as he gave the hiding Char a promised nod.

For a moment, she remained hidden behind her hands. Then she slowly raised her gaze. As she fully digested everything Kazumin had said, her eyes narrowed with sudden, dangerous purpose.

“Kazumin Nagasa, do not tempt me. I will cuddle a bumbling dork like you right now.” Her threat was delivered with all the grace of a lady promising ruin.

Kazu saw Char finally pull her face from hiding and started to smile until he saw the dangerous gaze of her eyes. Just as quickly as the bravado came, it dissolved as his body shrank in a shy, meek manner at the threat of cuddles.” W-what? N-no, please..uh it’s alright.” He shifted in a bashful, awkward manner as his hands waved meekly in front of him.” I-I doubt you’d enjoy cuddling with me...and don’t think Cass would appreciate it.” Lowering his head to hide his red face and slight smile, unable to help but appreciate that someone wanted to cuddle him.

Then her expression softened. “...But I think a certain someone might be rather cross with me if I did.” She scooted her chair closer and leaned her elbows on the table, wiping beneath her eyes. “In fact, I think there is a certain someone who would be very pleased to cuddle you. Perhaps more pleased than anyone else in this world.”

Her brows lifted pointedly as she placed her chin in her palms. “And I think you know precisely who I mean.” A knowing smile crossed her face. “And if you believe for one second that I have not noticed the way you two have been making eyes at one another lately, then I shall be deeply insulted.”

The meek blonde slightly tilted his head with a queer brow, unsure of what she was getting at.” Uh, cross with you?” A confused lifting of the head as understanding gradually etched his features, which rapidly turned into a fidgeting, hand-fumbling, sheepish rocking.” I-I-I…um..that’s…” Kazu stammered, feeling his face and ears burn red as a cherry, barely managing to fight back a bout of nervous giggling.” I mean…I might..know who you’re talking about, but…” Biting his lip as his eyes kept bouncing around like an antsy ball, he could feel himself sweating almost profusely beneath Char’s coy, teasing words.

Then she hit him with that knowing smile, prompting him to bury and hide his burning face against his hands, feeling embarrassed and dumb. Had they really been that obvious? The question brought out a muffled groan as he peeked through his fingers.

” D-did she really say that? That... that she’d enjoy... um..cuddling with me?” Kazu stammered, unable to help picturing Olive cuddling in his arms, his face blissfully nuzzling in her strawberry-sweet hair, giggling and adoring each other. His body shrank further inward, hiding a muffled giggly fit and the biggest dopey smile that wouldn’t go away.* Oh gods, there’s no way she’d want to... would she? Urk..did they share in girl talk? Please tell me she didn’t tell her..no no no no no nononoonono.* His thoughts fired into a dreading panic as his body shook with his frantic head shaking. He was unsure if he could handle the thought of Char knowing their shared moment. A precious moment Kazu couldn’t get out of his head; how her prettypie face kept persistently popping in his mind no matter how hard he tried not to.” I- um..struggle to believe that...b-besides we..we’re just f-f-friends.” His nervously sheepish voice cracked, hurting him to say that, unable to believe an amazingly fiery and cool woman like her could possibly like him in such a way.

“She did not say it with her lips,” Charlotte said gently. Her smile softened and she reached across the table to give his hand a squeeze. “So breathe, darling. I have only seen the way she looks at you.”

Kazu’s body tensed with a darker hidden blush at the way Char spoke of lips, his whirling mind picturing that moment on the balcony, it nearly made him melt, remembering how soft and warm they felt. A light gasp at the unexpected squeezing touch, realizing as she said it that he’d been holding his breath and gave a weak nod as he finally exhaled.

She tilted her head fondly with a smirk. “And the way you look back.”

The blushing blonde looked away guiltily beneath that smirk, unable to deny his stealing glances.

“...And I am not going to say anything. Whatever exists between you, or may exist, belongs to the two of you. I would never rob either of you of the chance to find it properly.” Then her brows lifted, and a little mischief returned to her gaze.

“I will, however, reserve the right to be delighted by the inevitable.

The way she spoke, maybe she didn’t know then? It was hard to say; Char slyly kept things close, only saying enough to make him wonder. Kazu blinked uncertainly at the way she spoke of the inevitable. It brought him some relief and made him think of letting it end here, but…how could he after the way Char had been so open to him? The kind of trust she gave him meant so much to him and comforted his doubts.

Slowly lowering his hands from his bright cherry red face, a gentle, nervous smile as his hands rubbed and squeezed in an anxious, shy manner. He kept trying to look at Char, only to avert his gaze.” A-aye..thanks Char, i..I really appreciate it. And..” He bit his lip, then opened it only to bite it closed again, repeating this a few times, struggling to get the words out.

Worried *she* might be mad, but a part of him wanted to admit it, to no longer keep it a dream, but to make it real. And with how much his friend shared with him now, he wanted to share in that trust.”And you’ve done so much for me... for us. How open and honest you are with me…it..it makes me regret asking you to leave all the more that day when I..visited.” His brown eyes lowered with a sad shame, hoping she knew what he meant.

A shaky steadying inhale as his eyes slowly lifted, face warming with his gaze. A nervous gulp.” T-there’s something..I want to say..something I only trust you with, but..I’m not sure if it's allowed.” Gulping down the anxiety with knitted brows.” We..um..at that grand feast..Olive and I..went to the balcony…” He frowned, recalling the black tendrils, the way she looked so terrified, on the verge of breaking, of giving in.” I can’t go into details considering.. ” Trailing off as he glanced around, taking note of where they were, then returned to Char with a slight shake of the head.” Think it best we were together for that, but…um..um…I..we…” Stammering and rubbing his sweat-slicked, burning face, finding it difficult to get the courage. He looked at his friend, so sweet, patient and understanding she had been, never once cruel or mocking to him.

Charlotte’s brows lifted even more and her eyes widened as she leaned in closer as if that would make the sentence finish faster.
With a shaky gloved hand, Kazu motioned for her to get closer, then hesitantly leaned close as well till his covered mouth hovered by her ear and whispered the softest, shyest.” We..um..shared a k-kiss.” As he admitted it, he felt his face burning like fire.

A squeak left Charlotte’s mouth and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands to smother it, her pupils dilated. All the weariness and sadness was completely voided from her countenance. “You kissed her?” she whispered, though the whisper was far too excited to be discreet. “Kazumin!”

Her hands flew out before she could think better of it, seizing both of his across the table with sudden delight. “Oh, this is amazing!” Charlotte rose so quickly that her chair scraped against the floor. Then, remembering herself, she glanced around the Breakfast Bar with wide eyes before lowering her voice. “Forgive me. I am composed.”

Kazu sat there like a nervous wreck, unsure how his friend would react. A soft squeak made his body jolt a little; hearing her say it had his ears almost steaming. He could barely register being suddenly lifted up; the sound of scraping jarred him to catch Char’s excited exclamation.” Agh?! I..amazing? I um.” He sputtered meekly, looking away, blushing and smiling bashfully, surprised Char was so elated for them.

She was indeed not composed.

A small, awkward chuckle at the way she struggled to keep composed. He was far from composed as well.

Still holding his hands, she tugged him up as if the two of them then stepped closer to wrap her arms around him instead. It was fierce, and full of all the happiness she could not shout into the room. “I am so happy for you,” she murmured, squeezing him.

The way she expressed her delight and held his hands kept his trembling legs from giving out under him. He felt like an embarrassed mess and was both surprised and thankful to find himself in a hug. It made him melt the way she held him with fierce happiness as his arms weakly wrapped around her, trying to return the enthusiasm and appreciation, but failed to muster any strength at the moment. For now, he simply relished being held in such a caring way.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, and said, “Goodness, Kazu. You kissed Olivia.” Her smile trembled with barely contained glee. “And she kissed you back.”

Charlotte was practically about to start dancing as she managed through the teeth of her smile. “I shall say nothing. I shall behave with the utmost discretion.”

He could do little else but gulp, turning his head down beneath that gleeful grin, resisting the urge to share a similar smile as he felt he wouldn’t be able to stop.” A-aye…we did. T-though it was pretty awkward how it happened and felt, guess neither of us had much experience kissing.” He laughed shyly, scratching at his head.” S-so I can’t help but worry she didn’t enjoy it.” His bright eyes saddened a bit; the doubts that she, or any woman, could like him-Lady Agatha’s cruel reminders of him being a bumbling walking embarrassment nagged at the back of his mind.

He looked up appreciatively, grateful Char promised to keep this between them.” Thanks, Char. I appreciate the discretion and am glad to see you in a gleeful mood... really. I uh..I’m not sure how she’d take me saying anything. But…believe me. It..” A soft lick of his trembling lips almost able to taste hers on them still, bringing a bubbling warmth in his chest as his face melted into an adoring grin.” It was one of the most magical moments of my life.” He muttered barely above a whisper as if admitting it was taboo.

She smiled tenderly, her mind wandering back to a night in Rosegate. “Oh believe me, Kazumin… I can understand.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: The Ball
Interactions: @CitrusArms James @AuthenticTomb Sylvia
Mention: @Remram Askel/Nolan @Tae Mina @HylianRose Lucian

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Marina watched Nolan go as she placed a giant turkey leg on her plate. She frowned for a moment, tilting her head as she considered whether she should follow after him.

Lady Charlotte has always been very nice to me. Maybe I should go see if she is okay.

But there was all the food in front of her.

Her gaze slid slowly back to the table, filled with honeyed meats and mmm mashed potatoes... A bead of sweat nearly formed at her temple as the savory fragrance caressed her nostrils in a way that felt frankly manipulative.

“Mmm…”

She audibly lamented and tapped her foot, caught in a great moral battle. When Marina glanced over again, it looked as though Charlotte was ecstatic to see Nolan. She relaxed a little, then smiled.

He's got it. I will proceed.

With that decided, Marina began ladling more helpings onto her plate with a renewed pep in her step. Unable to help herself, she picked up the turkey leg and took a big bite, humming with pleasure as she chewed through the warm meat.

“Princess Marina. You’ve been getting along with my friend, I see. Good. I’m happy to see him making more friends.”

Marina slowed her chewing but did not stop. Her gaze slowly slid to the nice-looking fellow with glasses.

“I come to you in the interest of our good Captain. Yes?”

Her eyes lit with recognition. She nodded once, solemnly, then gave him a thumbs up with the hand not currently responsible for holding her turkey leg.

She was listening... Chewing, yes. But listening.

“Distasteful rumors regarding your brother and his new acquaintance have been spreading. I’ve done what I can to control the damage before it spreads or twists.”

Marina’s eyes widened as her gaze darted across the ballroom.

Her brother?

Surely not Lucian and Mina. Mina had known Lucian for years, and if anyone dared to come after his reputation, Marina would personally begin biting people.

Then her gaze found Askel and Ranya. She watched them dance for a moment, her expression slowly changing.

“Her Excellence seemed particularly concerned with the hooded woman, just over there, near what I assume to be the rumor mill.”

Marina followed his gaze to the hooded blonde woman.

“Aah, but a squire can only do so much.”

She swallowed down her mouthful of turkey.

Then she slammed the leg onto her plate and set the plate down slowly, her gaze darkening.

“Oh, a squire is going to do a lot tonight.”

Her voice had gone low.

“Nobody is starting anything with my brothers. No. Way.”

She picked up a fork.

Subsequently, Marina gathered up her skirt and tucked the fork into the band at her thigh. After that, she lifted her wine and sloshed it around in the cup for no reason other than optics. A couple droplets spilled on the floor due to her vigor.

“You and I, my boy,” she said, pointing at him with a gaze more intense than he had likely ever seen, “have evil to defeat.”

She inhaled, trying to wrestle her anger. Then she exhaled sharply through her nose. “Now. Inform me of everything you know so far. We are going to go afoot, listen for information, and ask very casual, very innocent questions.”

Then her eyes narrowed as she added. “And by casual and innocent, I mean we are going to find out who the fuck dares.”

Marina’s gaze swept the ballroom again, but this time something almost wicked sparked in her eyes.

“And I know just the girl who can help us…”

Her gaze slid through the crowd, searching for her partner in crime.

Princess Sylvia Camilia.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Ballroom
Attire: Outfit
Interaction: @OsoCassius @Remram Nolan

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“No, you are certainly not a child.”

Charlotte agreed with a bittersweet smile, a nostalgic one that seemed to hold all the years between then and now. Her hand smoothed once more over his arm. She felt as if she expected to find the frightened boy hiding somewhere within the man before her.

“I fear you and I have both gotten terribly old.” she jested, wrinkling her nose. Her smile warmed as he spoke of the university, a fondness entering her gaze that was sisterly.“And of course those professors need you. That is what happens when the student surpasses the teacher, after all.”

But when that guilt began to gather behind his eyes, Charlotte's expression faintly saddened. There was that familiar habit of his, taking the whole world into his hands and blaming himself when it fell through his fingers. For a moment, she was struck by the realization that though time had changed them both, it hadn't quite changed everything.

“Pish posh.” Her voice was gentle yet firm. “You came at the perfect time, Nolan. There is no reason for guilt.”

Her brows lowered as it dawned on her what had happened only a week ago.

The memory came fast and furious. Drake’s pain as they tortured him with the fire poker. Ariella unconscious on the bloody wood floor. The smell of smoke and blood, the sound of suffering, and the helplessness of standing there with no power great enough in her hands to undo what had already been done.

Charlotte’s gaze dropped. She was grateful that she felt no fear. Because if she lingered too long on that tavern, on the sounds and the blood and poor Lord Drake suffering before them all, she knew she might unravel where she stood.

“That was not your fault,” she said at last. “And I am quite certain I may speak for Lord Drake, Lady Ariella, and Duke Gideon when I say we are all glad you were spared recent events.”

Her eyes lifted back to his. “You would have come if you had known. I know that. And you should never punish yourself for the cruelty of others.”

She then glanced in the direction of the woman Nolan had drawn their attention to: Princess Marina Camilia. She smiled immediately, some of the heaviness in her countenance falling away. “Oh, she is a funny girl, that one.” A genuine giggle escaped her. “I can see why Lord Drake felt the sudden urge to become involved in your personal affairs.”

Her eyes brightened with interest, and she gently asked, “How did that go?”

And when he addressed Cassius, her cheeks warmed, and her expression softened with affection that was too obvious to hide. She took a step aside, turning so Nolan could see him properly, though her eyes lingered on Cassius a moment longer than they should have.

Then she lifted one hand toward Cassius, as if presenting something. “This is Lord Cassius Vael of House Damien.”

Her smile turned gentler. “Count Damien’s son, as it turns out. A rather dramatic revelation, naturally...He is new to all of this nobility nonsense,” she explained. “Though I think he bears it better than most of us ever did.”

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

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Phia, Menzai, and Bastion split off from the group to make their way to the tavern with a quiet Tommy riding atop the warforged shoulders. Even with the sun still low in the sky the town was very active, but even then it did not stop the stares. The townsfolk hushed their conversation and shared glances as the four of them passed. The young boy riding the giant warforged drew more attention than any single one of them would.

Phia kept close to Menzai’s side as they walked, her arms folded around herself. Her amber gaze stayed alert, shifting over the faces they passed… The malicious grins, the curious eyes, the whispers that halted too abruptly whenever she looked their way. It all made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. Beneath the morning hustle and bustle, it was easier to feel it: this port had too many teeth.

Bastion slowed half a step when the whispers sharpened around them, his head turning just enough to mark which faces lingered too long.

When he noticed Tommy’s hands tightening against him, Bastion adjusted his gait without comment, making sure he wasn’t bouncing the poor lad around.

Menzai walked with a quiet, steady pace, matching Phia’s rhythm as he went. Glancing down at her from time to time, brows knitted and furrowed with concern, sensing the vile teeth whose hungers were nothing like the dangerous beast of the jungle. At least, to Phia, who had managed to avoid or feel such reprehensible eyes. With a gentle, and snowy glide of his left arm using the sleeve of his haori to cover and hide her from view as he hugged her softly with an adoring touch at his side.” Fret not, Sweet Phia, your brother will not let anyone near.” He whispered comfortingly with an assuring squeeze. Detesting seeing her so down, the wolf turned his gaze towards Bastion and Tommy.

A peculiar, small uplifting twitch at the unexpected heartwarming sight.” Sweet Phia, Curious thing that marble Sir Tommy carries?. Hm, curious, the two of them altogether.” He mused to his half-elven sister, hoping to help distract her from the prying eyes.

Phia leaned into Menzai’s embrace, nuzzling her face into the soft fabric of his haori. “I hope he treasures that marble.” She whispered back with earnest hope.

Her attention then drifted upward to Tommy, and the unease in her expression shifted to one of concern. “Tommy…” she began gently, tilting her head up at him. “You must have been traveling on the flying wood beast with us… Were you all by yourself?” The thought seemed to trouble her. After a brief pause, her gaze flicked toward Bastion as well. “Where were you going?” she asked Tommy first, then added more softly, “And you too, Bastion… where were you going before all of this?”

The question reached Bastion later than it should have. His answer, in some ways, was as simple as could be, though in others it carried more complexities than his warforged mind comprehended. He did not respond right away as the others began talking.

Tommy watched the rest of the group walk away as Bastion carried him back towards the tavern. He still clutched the marble, not daring to take his hands off his metal steed. All eyes seemed to trend his direction as he looked down across the sea of townsfolk. The situation seemed so surreal to him, it had been a long time since he was this exposed to the general public. In Stormreach that was for good reason, being spotted was no longer an option. Phia’s voice broke his train of thought, which was more welcome than he would let on.

“Flying… wood… beast?” Cocking his head confused.

He let his arm slip away, feeling somewhat better at ease. He appreciated their presence if he struggled to voice it aloud. Phia had always been capable of talking to others without hesitation if she felt they were a good person. Her sharp, unique senses impressed him every day. His fluffy-snow-white ears perked, catching Tommy's head-tilted response.

A sharp, clawed forefinger rose swiftly, causing a monetary pause with an aimed yet polite interjection.” Pardon, sir Tommy.” Then, a continued pace so as not to hold the group.” Yes, flying wood beast, for those of us of the Oruna tribe, such mechanical devices and wondrous mechanisms are only things read in books. They feel..mythical and unfathomably magical. They can almost appear, perhaps feel like living beasts in their own way. Fascinatingly curious creations…” Catching that he may have overspoken and coughed rebukedly against his sleeved hand.” Ahem, er, yes. Forgive me. I do hope that was adequate. We left off with your potential destinations, correct?” The wolf inquired about letting the original inquiry resume.

“Oh, the flying ship. Yea, but just me.” His voice rose an octave, understanding Phia’s phrasing.

Finally, Bastion took his turn to speak, choosing to answer Phia’s initial question first.

“And I was on the ship because it was finally time to come back to the place where I was created.” The construct replied simply, and without elaboration, he turned to Tommy to address the little fella’s words. “I also came alone. It was the first time in my existence that I have been.” He looked down to the floor, optics dimming and eyes narrowing slightly as the thought brought with it a profound feeling of melancholy he had not anticipated. However, he did not hesitate to continue. “Have you been alone for long, small friend?”

“I.. It’s been… Um.” Tommy ponders the question for a moment, struggling to answer. “Bastion… Do you know what date it is?” Tommy leaned forward, trying to look at Bastion's face without risking falling off his ride.

Bastion considered Tommy’s question, realizing that he could not find an answer within his internal processes. Instead, he turned to Phia for the answer.

“I’m sorry to fail your request, young one, but I do not have that information. Phia, do you by chance know what day it is currently?”

Phia peered at him, confusion stirring in her amber gaze. She tilted her head as if the question had been very strange. “The day…?” she echoed, then she stared up at the sky as if it had all the answers.

“It is a day beneath the Watch of the Thunder Veils.” She simply answered as if that should have been obvious. “The sky will become loud, the air wet, and the leaves will drink.” Then she suddenly wrinkled her nose. “I hope the storm waters do not follow us onto the ship.”

Menzai listened to the conversation, a bit saddened at the way Bastion had a melancholy look to him; the loneliness was felt, and his creator, a curious person, he may hope to meet. The warforged had a unique expressiveness despite lacking the ability to emote. Canine ears flicked at Tommy’s mention of the date, mirroring in Phia and Bastion confusion with a slight head tilt. As sweet Phia answered, he had turned his attention skyward, studying the cloud patterns and sniffing at the air. A concerning sign of storms loomed on the horizon.

Tommy turned to Phia expecting a response that let him count the months since his exodus began, however her words left him with more questions than he had before.

The wolf gave a simple nod.” The thunder veil carries a foreboding wind, indeed, sweet Phia. I pray the storm waters do not chase us too relentlessly, with unknown dangers lurking ahead for us.” Menzai added casually, as if what Phia said was the most normal thing.

Tommy sat staring down at Menzai and Phia, their response yielding no usable information.
”... What?” Tommy asks with a perplexed stare.

”It’s Lharvion 25th 1000 YK.” Arya’s voice interrupted the scene. She stood behind them, panting slightly. Stella had flown after her instead of hanging onto the tiefling through the crowd and now she landed on her shoulder.
”Can I come join you…?” Arya inquired sheepishly, and glanced around. ”I… I feel safer with you.”

Bastion reached towards her with an open hand, welcoming her to join them.

“Hi Arya,” Phia greeted with a smile. “I feel safer with you as well.”

Arya smiled at Phia shyly and wrapped an arm around her shoulders gently. Should she feel the need to move, Arya allowed it.

The starry tiefling’s sudden panting interruption gave Menzai pause in his strides as he paused, turning partially to see the hooded, winded Arya. He blinked, at a loss for what she said.” Lharvion..25th?” He muttered softly.

Yet, it was her asking to join that surprised him most. As they were for the baths and did not think it appropriate to ask the sheepishly shy tiefling, nor doubted she would be comfortable. Though it melted his heart that she felt safe with them.” Not at all, Lady Arya, you are welcome with us, always. ” An assuring light bow while seeing Stella land upon Arya’s shoulder.” And the lovely Miss Stella as well.” He added, not wishing to forget the wondrous bird companion.” You seem tired. Perhaps you would enjoy some water when we arrive at the tavern?” Menzai suggested, knowing the whole ordeal had been strenuously stressful for the pair.

Arya smiled bashfully and nodded. ”Thank you so much Menzai.” She looked up at Stella and brushed her hand against her wings. ”I think she’ll enjoy this,” Arya mused. ”Water would be fantastic. Thank you, but I can pay for it.”

Menzai’s eyes widened slightly, fighting the awestruck urge at the sight of Arya’s bashful, blushing starry face. Her tinted cheeks were like a bright sun betwixt the stars. He could see how sweet Phia saw her as a goddess of the stars. Unable to stop the soft smile tickling the corners of his lips as he gave a light nod.” Of course, happy to help.” The wolf studied the pair, relieved to see them at ease, and hoped to keep things enjoyable for them and the group.

Tommy’s heart jumped as Arya spoke from behind them, he had been so preoccupied with Phia and Menzai that she had snuck up on him. Thankfully she used the same calendar and told him what he needed to know to give Bastion a real answer. He finally took a hand off Bastion to glance at the marble still clutched in his hand before finding a pocket to stow it. He stammered to himself counting on his hand the months since he lost his home. He starts counting backwards, for a moment he hesitates to count Nymm but continues after a moment.

”Lharvivon... Nymm, Dravago, Eyre, Theren… Four, it’s been four months.” Tommy's hand returns to holding Bastion's head.

”I stole a ticket, took an empty room, and hid until the ship started to crash.” Tommy looked down at Bastion, almost expecting a lecture after openly admitting to taking a ticket without paying.

“Four months is far too long for you to have been alone.” Bastion lamented. “I am truly sorry that such was your fortune, Tommy.” The warforged reached his other hand up to offer a comforting pat upon Tommy’s arm. “But such misfortune is over. You are with us, now.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Phia said softly with a sympathetic frown. Her steps slowed as they reached the front of the Kraken’s Wake, and she gestured toward the building. “Here is the tavern.” she announced, as if it were not already very obvious.

Turning on her heels, she looked up at Tommy with concern. “Are you hungry? Or would you rather bathe or rest first?”

Then she added, “I have plenty of soap you may use… And I used to scrub the cubs’ little heads if you need some help.”

Arya frowned when the boy announced he had been alone for four months. She cringed. That was far too long to be alone, which her companions replied to out loud. Arya sympathetically glanced at him and tightened her hands around her hood, and allowed silence in order for Tommy to reply. She let out a deep sigh for now, content with her choice and the long-needed bath and food.

Tommy stared at the tavern entrance, Bastion could fit through but not enough that he wanted to risk him doing it while sitting on his shoulder. Releasing Bastion's head he scooted over to climb down the large metal man's arm. Bastion responded quickly, kneeling to let him down without a word.

Once his feet touched down he walked over to Phia taking her hand, he figured this was not a place for a child to be observed unattended. As for her question, he felt Menzai had made it clear bathing was not a suggestion. Besides, he did not want to have to rush getting warm food.

”Bath.” He responded bluntly, his off hand wrapping around his chest.

The robed wolf looked to Tommy with a sympathetic expression, finding the prospect of being alone for 4 months horribly unfortunate. Yet, to see him unharmed and well showed ingenuity and signs of survival expertise.” It is fortunate and impressive that you managed to get by in all that time, but fret not, Sir Tommy. With us, you may not need to venture alone any longer.” Menzai assured in a comforting tone.

Turning his eye to sweet Phia with a light smile, the way she doted like a worried mother, the cubs often adored having her scrub and wash them.” There are no softer hands to trust than sweet Phia’s. You are in good hands.” A nod as he looked to the tavern and gave a pondering scratch of his chin.” Hm, allow me to handle the bath request and orders, if that is fine? Any particular food requests?” He looked at each member of the group curiously. Pausing at Bastion, he tilted his head, pondering and hopeful that the tavern might have oil in stock.

Tommy had felt his face warm, knowing his cheeks gave himself away. Their doting was welcomed, but being compared to a stray cub was more than he liked. He had started to pout at the notion despite not knowing if that's what she meant or not.

”Something warm, and not old.” Tommy pushed out the words through puffy cheeks.

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A few minutes later…

Menzai walked with a slow, steady pace, almost as if purposefully delaying his arrival. The orders and acquiring the bath permission had him trailing behind; the rest had gone on ahead to the bathhouse. His right clawed fingers pinched at his nose. The orders had been simple enough: getting Phia her meat dishes with juice, with no greens (blah), Arya some salad, and various side toppings of fruits and water. Tommy’s request had been peculiar, but he could tell he was in a bit of a bad mood.

For him, he thought of some good cozy soup, perhaps dumplings. Easy on a tired stomach and warming for those down and upset, with some juice.

A pause in handling money for those who preferred paying for themselves, though openly offered to pay as both a thank you and an apology for any awkwardness, his insistence to bathe, and simply wanted to. The bathhouse took double the usual price, but the bartender’s crude remark about hogging the bathhouse with such a group.

A disapproving shake of the head, detesting being seen like any of the vile denizens of this island. A heavy sigh as he lifted his head to the glint of bronze and came to a stop beside the warforged. Lifting his head while raising his right hand, the sleeve falling, revealing a bottle of basic engine oil.” For you, sir Bastion. My thanks for keeping watch, and know that your stoutly protective and calming presence is most appreciated, though I wish they had a more premium oil.” A gentle tap, tap pat of his free hand against his smooth metallic arm. As Menzai reached for the doorknob, he paused with a raised finger.” Ah, and Sir Bastion, if any of those wandering eyes attempts to bother or intrude, do feel free to do what needs be to scare the peepers off.” A snarling glare aimed down the hallway, sensing the wicked lurkers, a silent howling warning directed at them.

Then, with a calming turn of the head and a nervous inhale hesitantly stepped inside.

The air was thick with warm steam, heavy enough to cling to skin and hair within moments of entry. Water trickled from pipes and spouts constantly, filling the room with the soft sound of running water and occasional hollow drip into the various wooden tubs. The air carried the clean aroma of soap and wet wood while runes pulsed along the walls to keep the bathing room comfortable.

The door creaked open as Phia hurried in, Tommy in tow, and their hands clasped.
A small woven basket was tucked against her hip with little soaps wrapped in leaves and scraps of cloth. She had a look of enthusiastic determination on her face.

“Come, come. “ She stopped near one of the tubs and set her basket down. Then, she began unraveling the soaps from the leaves and showcasing them to Tommy.

“I have fruity soap.” She informed him and lifted a lump of pink and orange. “I have soap that smells like flowers.” She picked up a cream-colored bar with tiny petals pressed into it. “And then this is my pretty soap.” The last one was a lavender colored soap with dried lavender.

Phia smiled at him, giddy as if she had just shown him precious treasures. “What shall you choose, Tommy?”

Tommy stood quiet as Phia unloaded her collection, listening to her list out each of them with delight. Each option was no more enticing than the last to him, alas she would not be satisfied unless he chose. He could at least do that with the kindness she has shown him.

”That… that one's fine Phia.” He pointed at the floral soap. Tommy held his arm aloft stiff as a board as his anxiety towards what's about to happen took hold. He moved to a bench to sit trying to keep himself together.

Phia looked at the floral soap, then back at Tommy. Her smile softened when she noticed how stiffly he held himself.“Flower soap is good,” she said with a firm nod.“Gentle.”

Then, she turned toward the tub and began preparing it. She dipped her fingers into the water, testing the warmth, then added a little more from the spout. From her basket, she then pinched a few dried herbs and petals between her fingers, crumbling them into the water. The floral scent bloomed through the steam. She stirred the water with her fingertips, then set the flower soap on the edge of the tub within reach.

Only then did she glance back at him. “You can start to get ready,” she told him softly. She leaned over the tub, sniffed, then added one last petal with a satisfied hum.“There. Now it smells like flowers instead of feet.”

Phia prepared the tub with such kindness and grace, Tommy lamented that it has been some time since this kind of compassion was shown to him. Comparing her to Evita was a night and day difference, this wasn't an act she was putting on as far as he could tell.

Tommy set down the rolled up cloak that hid his sword.

Like a calm wind on a warm day, or a gentle stream flowing around a stone. A compassion that came earnest and free, Phia wanted to help. But would there be a cost?

Next his pouches and harness came off to sit beside him.

Even the others here looked at him with bright eyes that wanted to see him shine as well. Their own questions and reservations took a back seat while more pressing needs were met. Would they even ask for anything in return?

He removed his vest and began unbuttoning his shirt.

A rush of dread, would it change things? He felt his hairs stand and his skin cool, would they think less of him? A lump in the throat and he felt the tears welling under his eyes, would they demand the story?

He froze, each button on the shirt a seal to a forbidden tome, each a step towards an irrefutable truth. A monument to crimes he never wanted to commit.

With the steam wafting around him he sat, a statue of ice with shaky breath and trembling hands, his eyes glued to the floor. Resolve shattered under the weight of what would come next.

Phia glanced over, noticing that he had suddenly froze right where he was. “Would you like help, Tommy?” she offered.

It wouldn’t stop, the shaking… it came from everywhere. His hands trembled in his lap, his leg bounced urging him to flee, his breath came out rapid and forced. She offered help but the only thing she could do now was force his hand.

He was not ready to face that demon, it clung to him, a reminder that now and then he was always going to be the product of a lie. The chains, the cracking of whip and bone, the sobs and screams. The last day he ever wanted to remember, the last day they were still there.

Bittersweet, cold, and terrifying.

_”Help.” The words came small, short, almost without sound. He dared not look up, he felt it, the look in his eyes screamed at the world.

But even then he did not want it directed to them, this was not their fault.

As Phia’s hands took his sleeves lifting the shirt from his arms his lips spoke a whole truth he desperately wanted to scream.

_{”It wasn't my fault.”}

Phia’s hands stilled, the shirt raised up off his back still.

For a moment, the sound of the running water and rushing steam seemed louder than everything else. Her pupils slowly shrank and her breath caught in her chest as her eyes traced the marks across his back despite herself. Her grip on the fabric of his shirt tightened ever so slightly… Then her eyes began to sting with tears.

“Oh, Tommy…” She breathed finally, her expression crumbling.

She then moved slower as she finished removing his shirt, as if she were trying to prevent startling an injured animal that might bolt at any moment. “I know.” She whispered finally. “ It was not your fault.”

Once his arms left the sleeves they snapped back to wrap around himself, a desperate yet futile attempt to hold him together. It stung, Tommy could not tell if it was the open air or their eyes that produced the sensation, like salt being pressed into an open wound.

He hunched forward letting his head hang, his nose ran, his breath came in desperate gasps, and his eyes bled clear. A waterfall from months of suffering, spilling onto the floor.

Then she moved to kneel in front of him, and said softer. “You are safe with me. I will never hurt you.” She explained to him. “And I will protect you from those who would.”

Menzai walked his way from the towel cabinet, carrying multiple towels with a slow pace and a slight anxiousness to his steps. He moved with a cautious gaze, ears perked, wanting to avoid any accidental peeks; finding the bathing situation awkward enough as is.

The sound of splashing water and rustling clothes caught his flicking ear’s attention. As he went to inspect, he soon heard sweet Phia’s voice, low and soothing, more so than usual, as if she was tending to a timid cub. Concern etched his brow, recalling how anxious and hesitant Tommy had been at the prospect of bathing. As he stepped up to the divider, the wolf peered around; eyes widened in shock and horror, glimpsing Tommy’s heavily scarred back. He stepped back sharply with his back to the divider; a trembling hand clutched at the front of his haori, fighting back tears threatening to well up. To bear witness to such a painful and cruel sight left Menzai feeling immensely guilty and remorseful. And had he known, he would have never pushed Tommy into such a vulnerable situation. His ears flattened, hating himself for pressuring him, furious at whoever would dare harm such a sweet little one; as if survival alone hadn’t been cruel enough.

His trembling hand tightened against the haori, its snowy silky presence giving him a stabling comfort as his own scars ached beneath, but he was a hunter, a predator; battle scars for oruna wolves were unavoidable. But Tommy? What reason could one have to mark him so despicably? Menzai glanced over his shoulder, thankful sweet Phia was there with him; her motherly, gentle touch was just the thing to soothe the nervous, marred little one. Feeling that his presence would only serve to frighten him more, the wolf gently tapped against the divider.” Forgive the interruption; I wish to let you know I shall be leaving some extra towels out here in case they are needed.” He spoke softly, a slight crack in his stoic tone as faint rustling of him placing towels down.” Please be at ease and know I shall be keeping watch…and si-” Menzai attempted to give an apology to Tommy, but the words caught in his throat; guilt made him doubt he had any right to speak to him.” And..sweet Phia, do give Sir Tommy the best care.” Was all he could muster.

With a shaky breath, the robed wolf stepped away, curious to have noticed Arya wasn’t with them. Had she seen Tommy’s scarred frame as well? An unpleasant enough sight for him that he could only wonder how much it may have hurt her as well. Needing to make sure she was ok, Menzai quietly made his way through the bathhouse towards the only other source of running water, his head kept downward to avoid any accidental peeks; he felt ashamed as is, the last thing he wanted was to be viewed as a creep on top of it.

Arya had been watching quietly from the side. She wasn’t sure if she should assist Phia or not, but it seemed like she had it under control. The idea of Menzai guarding her both comforted and terrified her. What if he wasn’t who she thought he might be? What if he was like one of them? She bit her lip and froze on the spot indecisively.

As she stood there, however, she noticed Tommy’s back. Her chest tightened and a lump formed in her throat and her vision blurred from tears. His sudden breakdown caused Arya’s heart to sink. What had happened to him? While Menzai set the towels down, she noticed a crack in his stoic demeanor. Stella ruffled her feathers and watched intently, and she knew her eagle was capable of at least understanding the gravity of Tommy’s emotions. She crossed over to Phia and Tommy carefully and slowly, ensuring none of her movements were too sudden.

”Tommy,” Arya spoke gently, and avoided eye contact with him. ”Please know that you are safe and protected here. We will never hurt you.” She blinked away her tears. ”We are going to get through this and if you need Menzai or I, we will be nearby. We are here for you, Tommy. Take your time.” Sympathy and empathy for him rose inside of her. They could relate. She swallowed hard and smiled softly down at Phia. It pained her to know someone else had suffered–suffered in a way that seemed all too familiar.

”You are extraordinary.” She patted his head and then she left to go take her own bath. She did her best to remain impassive.

He had caught it just before it happened, his hand jerked in desperation trying to reach out to Arya. Yet he stopped it, between the gasping and sniffling he did not yet understand why he suddenly yearned for the star skinned woman to remain.

He raised his head to meet Phia’s gaze, finally taking note of her amber eyes. The same eyes as another he once held dear. It was not her face he saw, it was his. Gideon, the foundation holding him together, the only one he knew was still out there, the reason he chose to board that airship. The last one that called him “extraordinary.”

His skin warmed, the breaths came easier, the shaking settled. He was not okay, but for the moment he was grounded. At least he now knew why Arya had caused the reaction.

He moved to stand, knees still unwilling to hold his weight with confidence. Before she could respond in kind he rested his head between her shoulder and neck, his hands remained wrapped around himself. Even if he could not bring himself to hug her, he wanted her to know he at least had some faith in her. Once he made contact he could tell he was still shaking more than he thought.

Though he had yet to dam the tears.

Phia gently laid her head on his in turn. She didn't wrap her arms around him or try to pull him closer. She simply stayed there, letting him lean against her for as long as he wished. She only broke away once Tommy did. At that point, she reached up with slow movements and brushed the tears from his cheeks

“Let me know when you are ready.”

Tommy still sniffled trying to keep his snot from running down her shoulder, the tears slowed but still ran. Her hands wiped his red cheeks with care, slow and deliberate to comfort a weary soul.

He was too shaken to take off his boots standing up, returning to the bench he finally started to release the stands holding them to his feet. He kicked them under the bench unconcerned with the sight of them lazily laying under him.

When Tommy reached for his waistband he paused, looking up at Phia with a sudden look of embarrassment.

”Can… can you turn around?” Tommy’s gaze returned to the floor trying to obscure the bright red blush he now wore.

Phia’s gaze softened then she gave a hasty nod, as if this was an important request to honor. Without asking why, she spun around until her back was to him and fixated on a random hole in the ceiling.

Tommy remembered the two hours prince Ravic had given the group was ticking away, in a fit of rushed panic he removed his trousers and under coverings before climbing into the tub. He did not want to waste any more time than he already had. The warm water was a familiar sensation, like being embraced by an old friend. He turned in the tub so only his head and two small hands gripping the edge were visible to her.

”I’m in Phia!” He called louder than he had intended. He wondered if his voice was going from all the strain.

“You are in.” Phia echoed and hesitantly turned back around to face him. His little head looked so cute peeking out of the water that she had to bite her lip and smother a giggle rising in her throat.


“Can I wash your hair?” She asked, already skipping to stand behind him.

Tommy gazed up at Phia standing over him, hearing her ask for permission to wash his hair. Although her tone suggested she wanted the honor rather than his permission. He affirmed her request with a big nod and a quick ”mhm!” before sinking his head down below the water. Only to come back up just enough for his eyes to peer out and blow bubbles in the water through his nose.

Phia made a little excited noise and pulled the bench behind her closer with her foot. Then, she took a seat and began lathering her hands up with the floral soap. Carefully, she began to disperse the soap into his hair with gentle movements on his scalp. “The cubs back in the Oruna Tribe used to love it when I told them stories.” She informed him. “ Here’s a good one.”

She cleared her throat. “ There was once a little duck named…” Phia drew off for a moment, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling as if that might draw out a name she could use. “ …Ducky.”

“He was very small with tiny little legs, so small that the reeds around him looked like trees and the stones were like big mountains!” Phia threw her arms upward as if to present the size of these ‘mountains.’ “Then one day, a great storm came and the poor little duck was swept away from his nest! Swoosh!”

“And when the sun finally emerged from the clouds, he could not find his family. The only thing Ducky could find were his own little footprints in the mud. So then he waddled forward..” His hair was sufficiently lathered now. “ He found a river and asked the river if he had seen his family, but the river only carried him forward. Then he asked the moon and the moon only brightened the way so he wouldn’t be scared in the dark. He asked the frogs, the dragonflies and even a stinky rude fish.”

“Everywhere he went he was lonely… But more than that, he was also very brave. He kept going forward even when his little ducky feet hurt. He kept swimming even when the water was cold. He kept quacking… Even when no one answered.”

She cupped her hands together and began scooping warm water on to his hair to rinse it. “ Then one day he found a pond full of strange creatures. A turtle who was very slow but would follow him wherever he went. A bird with pretty feathers who could tell him where the best berries grew. A frog who would sing too loudly and fill the moments that were too quiet. And so he decided to stay with them.”

She did another rinse and her voice softened as she told him, “They were not the family he lost.... “ Phia brushed his hair back gently so it wouldn’t fall in his face. After that, she rose to her feet. “But when the little duck slept, they stayed near him. When Ducky was hungry, they shared food. And after a while, Ducky didn’t feel so lonely anymore. And he lived happily ever after.”

Tommy listened to her intensely as she spoke, his eyes sparkled listening to the story of the little duck. The little ducky getting a new family gave him a warm feeling as she finished rinsing the soap from his hair. It sat around him feeling much lighter despite being soaking wet.

Phia swung her head around to meet his eyes, her hair practically falling down into the tub water as she smiled at him. “You can use the soap to wash yourself and I’ll be right here if you need me, yes?”

”Mhm.” Tommy nodded his head peering over the edge of the tub as she walked away to take her own bath. Now that he had sat in the tub for a while the grime and sweat came off very easily. He hummed in satisfaction thinking about the little duck having a good life with his new family.

”Are you having fun?” A familiar voice called out. Tommy turned in panic trying to locate the source of the voice, but nothing was there. None of the others reacted to the voice, Tommy tried to shrug it off as his imagination.

The nagging sensation returned, what was he forgetting?

After a few moments he returned to washing himself, he forgot about the duck and continued scrubbing off months of jungle filth.

The four of them sat in separate tubs each tending to themselves. Menzai and Arya had been talking to each other from across the room. Phia had been hum singing to herself as she took her time with her assortment of soaps. Tommy had finished his bath before the others, quietly he redressed before any of them got out. He just finished putting on his gear and pouches as Menzai and Arya reappeared, fully dried and dressed. Phia took longer, having had to use some of her time on Tommy. Besides it sounded like she was having a good time so none of the others said anything as they left the bath to reunite with Bastion.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

FLASHBACK

PART 1

Ignis 6th

Charlotte & Kazumin

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Charlotte stood just outside Bertha’s Breakfast Bar with her parasol resting lightly over one shoulder, her hair pinned up in a soft bun that helped look proper despite the tiredness she could not quite hide. She wore a long, flowing skirt, paired with a delicate lace top. The morning bustle of the Merchant District carried on around her, but she remained still near the entrance. It had been a hard week, though the promise of seeing Kazumin made the weight of it all easier to bear.

There was a pleasant sort of happiness in waiting for a friend, and Charlotte held to it, the faintest hint of anticipation in her weary eyes as she glanced now and then down the street in search of a familiar figure.

Kazumin strolled with a light upbeat skip to his steps, the plain leather boots crunched lightly against the pavement. They were faded, dark, colored, and weather-worn with marks from countless walks. Though far from stylish, they offered comfort for long walks. Perfect, as he decided against taking the cart, opting to walk, and sure, it left his legs a bit sore, but the fresh air and time to take in the sights did wonders for a mind muddled with overthinking.

What normally helped the mood proved less effective with all the drearyness hanging in the air, an uncomfortable unease felt in the folks' actions and looks; some shifty and tense with doubtful uncertainty. An aftereffect of King Edin’s mad attempts at keeping order, with executions and with hunters hunting like vile beasts let off their chains. Thoughts of Charlotte’s encounter with the man, Killian, the cruel way he interrogates and intimidates by dragging that poor woman like some cheap prop of what witches deserved

An angry huff, an irritated brush of the hand dismissing the bitter memory, not wanting to let fury ruin his lunch with Char. A brisk breeze accompanied by a flowery scent served to soothe the temper, glancing down at the sunflower tucked at the left of his chest, bouncing lightly with a dancing hope, the golden cowlick hopped with matching spring. Noticing a ladybug struggling to hold onto one of the bouncy petals and hummed as he gave a playful twisting of his noodly long right hand, gently lifting the bug with the extended forefinger and a light gust, waving the ladybug off with a delighted hum.

Taking a pause in his step to give a tug of the light-blue dress shirt, adjusting it, then gave the poufy handkerchief a smoothing pat after a breeze rustled it out of place, briefly tickling his chin. He felt it better to keep the fit simple, but still a bit of fun flair (it also being the most loose-fitting was an airy bonus) as he had been most excited to share the evening with the sweet darling, Char. And with all she had been through as of late, all the more so.

Giving the cuffs of his sleeves an adjusting, did his nose catch a whiff of eggs, a bit of sausage, and bacon? With an excited scrolling of his head peering about the street and at the crowd mustering about ahead, till his head lifted to spot Bertha’s breakfast sign.” Aye! Breakfast, the superior lunch..or would this be brunch? Bah, anyway, can’t leave Char waiting.” With an energetic hop and skip, Kazu made his way elatedly through the crowd, weaving and twirling his way around, almost dancing in a sliding rhythm; greeting whatever person nearby with a friendly nodding smile, softer than his usual bright grin, finding the effort more and more difficult as the town’s heaviness increased.

Making his way past the crowd with a relieved sigh, he saw the path ahead clear to the breakfast bar. Fixing his shirt once more quickly while scanning for a parasol he was told to keep an eye out for.” Hum…a parasol…that’s the uh..umbrella but fancylike, right? Didn’t think umbrellas needed fancying up but..ope!” Ceasing his external pondering with his left hand shooting to rest across his forehead just above the eyes while slightly leaning forward, his sight zooming onto said parasol.

A humming skip bouncing himself forward with an excited puppy wave of his right hand.” Parasol! Oop-!” Biting his tongue with a cursed tch at having focused too much on the damn umbrella.” I mean, that’s a neat parasol ya got there, made finding ya a breeze. Er..heh, anyway, it’s grand to see you, Char!” Throwing up his arms, intending to hug her, only to have his face hit the parasol with a slight oof.

Charlotte’s eyes widened the moment she saw him weaving through the crowd, sunflower bobbing at his chest as if the world had not been allowed to sour him, and despite herself a smile tugged at her mouth before she could stop it. The man always made his way through life in a manner that suggested he had a pocket full of sunshine no matter the occasion, and she found it absolutely delightful.

Then he reached her, lifted his arms as if he meant to sweep her into a hug, and instead promptly knocked his face into the parasol with a soft little oof that made her both gasp and laugh at once. “Goodness,” she said, her eyes bright despite the tiredness she could not quite hide, “I do hope you have not declared war upon my parasol before we’ve even sat down.”

Kazu took a light bounce back with a playful rub of the nose, blinking with a delighted grin, hearing Charlotte’s balming laugh.” I- what? Beg your pardon? I’d never declare war on such a finely woven parasol, naw I’d declare to give it a whirl…I definitely want to give that a spin.” Smirking, imagining twirling around and spinning it about in gleeful abandon.

She quickly shut it and leaned it against the wall of the establishment, her tone becoming fond and apologetic as she turned back to him. “Oh, Kazu, I’m sorry, darling,” she murmured. “I burn like a biscuit in the sun, you see… It’s rather humiliating.” Before he could protest, she took his face in her hands in that motherly, fretting way of hers, tilting his chin from side to side as she examined him for any actual damage. With a relenting sigh, she let go at last and then she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a firm embrace that held just a second longer than normal. “I’m so happy to see you,” she admitted sincerely.

Initially blinking with a slight, confused tilt of the head.” Nothing there to apologize for. Can’t help having sensitive skin and the sun can be intense at times, guess it could be trying to work in overdrive considerin…” Trailing off on his thoughts before letting out a surprised huff at the touch of motherly soft hands across his cheeks. He drew in a heavy, drawn-in inhale, forced to look at Charlotte directly, and felt conflicting joy and sadness. His eyes misted momentarily, picturing the bloodied gash, a painful visage that haunted him. Her caring, lifting touch and concerned inspection felt comforting, and her pretty face spared the worst of the scars thanks to Percy's healing with her gift despite the strain it had put on her already exhausted body. An airy gasped, ‘gah’ escaped him upon finding himself in a firm embrace. He gulped at the unexpected, affectionate greeting, but was all the more grateful for it and cherished each second. Returning the hug with a steadying, gentle squeeze, pouring his appreciation and love, delighted to have her as a close friend, blinking the misty pains of the past with a slight snorting sniff.

“A-Aye! I’m bouncing, happy to see you too, Char!” Before he could say more, a stubborn, hungry growl interrupted. The cowlicked blonde gave an awkward chuckle.” Shall we head inside? Then we can continue our chat. Besides, don’t want you ending up a burnt biscuit out here.” A cheeky wink with a double friendly pat to her back just before the hug broke, and she stepped back.

When Charlotte finally pulled back, she lifted her hand and lightly caught his sleeve. “Let us go then,” she said brightly. “Before your stomach growls loudly enough to summon Bertha herself, and before I become a literal biscuit out here.”

As she said it, a loud rumbling from his tummy gurgled almost like a hungry snarl.” Whew, the tease of biscuits has awakened this hungry beast. We'd best make haste!” Again, his stomach rumbled in urging agreement.

Inside, Bertha’s Breakfast Bar was bustling and the air smelled of butter. The front counter was crowded with patrons, and beyond it sat the buffet laid out in rows: baskets of fresh bread and pastries, plates of eggs and bacon, sausages piled high, roasted potatoes still steaming, and little bowls of fruit and jam set out.

She released his sleeve only long enough to pick up a plate, then glanced back at him. “Now,” she declared softly, “Gather enough food to justify all that bouncing.”

His head turned to and fro with eager excitement, taking in the sights of folks chatting and enjoying their meals. Plates full of breakfast-style foods; eggs spilling yolk and heaps of hash browns, fat sausages ready to gush meaty deliciousness, fresh, fluffy, and crisp bread waiting to be buttered. Above all, though, was the alluring smell of crispy bacon; a mountain of it sat piled high, likely recently restocked, much to his roaring stomach’s delight.

Only the gentle tug of Charlotte’s hand on his sleeve held him steady while each step had him bouncing like a kid in a candy store. Upon noticing the grip of his sleeve slacking, he turned to see Char holding up a plate. Her comment brought a raised brow with hands on his hips.” With just one plate? My dear Char, we’re gonna need a cart’s worth to settle this bouncing appetite of mine.” Chuckling as he grabbed the edge of a plate with the tips of his left hand and gave a playful flick, tossing it up into his waiting right hand and gave it a quick spin, nearly dropping it, forcing him to do a bit of juggle scramble catching it at the last second.” Ah hah! Gotcha! Er..slippery fingers.”

An awkward chuckle quickly dismissed as he pulled up to Char’s side with a hand on her shoulder, gently hugged to his side while his other hand held the plate pointed towards the food bar.” Let the gathering begin, but first…hm, and to make things more interesting, how about a challenge?” He asked, turning to look at her with a quizzical raising of his brows, sporting a cheeky grin.

Charlotte’s smile tugged up despite herself, and she tilted her head thoughtfully. “A challenge,” she repeated, eyes flicking to his stomach with amusement. A look of mock seriousness then took over her countenance. “Very well. “ She relented, a sparkle of competitiveness in her eye. With a giggle she then asked, “ What are the terms, and might I need to sign a waiver?”

Kazu’s grin widened at Char accepting the challenge with a spark that said bring it.” Sign a waiver? What do I look like, a nobleman or a lawyer?.” Dismissing the thought with a throwing down motion of his hands with a light tongue, sticking meh, his face contorting into a mock snootysniff.” Pffft, nah, just a handshake to settle agreements is all. So, think you got the guts to challenge these guts of steel, eh?” A moment of shrewd chin stroking, pondering while studying the food, then the plate in his hands.” Very well! 5 plates! First to eat 10 plates worth of scrumptious breakfast food wins!”

The blonde exclaimed like a boisterous host, but then held up his free hand in pausing motion.” But, I do want to make this fair, after the appetite all that walking worked up…” Musing as he figured Char wasn’t used to eating competitions, or the peasant style at least.” Hm, oh! How about this, I have to eat 2 plates per your one, 10 plates before you get to 5. And ya don’t have to fill out your plate, but none of that single slice of toast trickery.” He said with a pointed finger in mock accusing glowering his eyes in watching you motion.” Think that should do it, that good with you, Lady Char?” A whirling flick of his hand extended in a waiting handshake, a confident glint of excitement.” Or perhaps you have any terms you’d like to add, hm?”

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed, not unkindly, but it was a warning all the same. It did not reach her eyes as she tilted her head as if she were considering him like a duchess deciding whether a man was fit to speak in her presence. “You look like someone who is about to lose,” she declared finally in a prim manner that juxtaposed the words.

It had been a long time since anyone had truly challenged her in a way that mattered to her pride—that part that had been buried beneath it all for so long that she had almost forgotten it existed.

But standing here with a plate in hand, with Kazumin grinning as if he’d already claimed victory, she felt it return in such a manner that it nearly startled her.

Charlotte lowered her voice just enough. “Do not patronize me, Kazumin Nagasa,” she warned pleasantly, still smiling. “If you insist upon giving yourself the disadvantage, then I insist upon humiliating you for it.” Her gaze flicked to his outstretched hand, then back to his eyes, all with a composed sort of mischief. “Five plates, ten plates, however many you like. I will surpass them, and you will shake my hand like a man accepting his fate.”

The shift in Charlotte’s expression and demeanor was surprising and almost startling. So used to the sweetly kind woman, but it impressed him to see her getting into the spirit of the competition; amusing how she rebuked him for his overconfidence.” Oh-ho! Quite bold of you, Lady Charlotte, and dressed to lose? Hardly!” He scoffed with glowering eyes, giving a pseudo glare.” I plan to eat 200% and show you a true peasant appetite.” Shaking his head, crossing his arms across his chest in defiance.

” And hardly was it my intent to patronize or give advantages, for I always aim for fairness, so if ya think you can handle ten plates as well, then so be it. The only humiliation I’ll feel is for your wimpy guts grumbling in defeat.” A teasing challenged jab in return as he extended his hand once more, giving it a closing and opening flex.” Though if ya manage to surpass me, not only will I shake your hand, but dub you the breakfast champion, not that I plan to give up the title so easily.” Nodding his head while pointing his thumb at himself.” I’mma eat circles around you.” Kazu said with a chuckling, smug lifted huff of his nose, the smell of breakfast food eliciting a ferocious grumble as if agreeing.

“Hmph…shall we begin then?” Shifting to get himself ready to make for the buffet with a crack of his knuckles.

Charlotte’s mouth curved into a polite smile that was far too calm to be harmless. She shifted her plate in her hands. “Very well,” she said sweetly. “On my count.”
She angled herself toward the buffet, eyes narrowing with focused intent as she lifted her plate like a shield. “Three,” Charlotte began. “Two… one.” Her chin lifted. “Go.”

She chose quickly—eggs first, then a generous portion of roasted potatoes, then bacon. She added a small roll on the edge as if it were merely decoration, then paused only long enough to glance sideways toward Kazumin.

He raised a brow to the polite smile, but beneath seemed to hide a fire that left the cowlicked blonde wary. A good sign she was not gonna be an easy opponent despite her ladylike appearance.

An affirming nod accepting the countdown, then he swiped a hand over his face, erasing the smug smirk, replacing it with a stern, serious expression. With each second, Char counted down, the more his body leaned down and tensed up as he primed to sprint with his gaze zeroed in on the buffet.

Kazu’s focused eyes widened at the word go, and with a push of his heel, shot himself towards potato trays, grabbing a plate and fork as he zoomed to it where he shoveled a heaping pile of hashbrowns as the base then layered roasted potatoes over it until satisfied, then slid his way to the eggs where he grabbed four eggs over medium nearly bursting with yolk as they jiggled onto the plate. With a delighted hum, he piled scrambled eggs up over it while snatching up three biscuits with his free hand that would quickly be smothered in sausage breakfast gravy; to finish, he piled equal handfuls of sausage and bacon, which poked from the plate’s nearly overstuffed edges. Noticing Char peeking in his direction from the corner of his view, he waved back, holding a slice of toast which he smeared with butter in one quick swipe of a butter knife.

With a slight grunt of concentration, Kazu lifted the heavy plate with both hands, using his long noodly arms to help make quick adjustments and turns, keeping the plate balanced as he whistled his way to the table and sat down at an empty table. A rustling flick of a napkin gently tucked at the collar of his shirt, and he gave a challenging clink of his utensils as he prepped to eat.”Hah! First to toss their napkin onto the plate admits defeat! Now, let's get the appetizer out of the way!” He exclaimed with a cheerful skyward lift of his fork.

What followed felt less like consuming breakfast with a pal and more like a sporting event that no one in the Breakfast Bar had consented to witnessing.
Plates moved in and out of view in waves, set down with increasingly dramatic thuds: Kazumin rocketing up from his chair, Charlotte rising with intensity that didn’t quite match the affair and both of them returning with towers of food that looked less and less reasonable with each trip.

Kazumin wore a smug smile as if victory had already been in grasp, while Charlotte replied with nothing more than a polite smile and a calmness that began to look suspicious as her plate number climbed.

It only grew worse. Kazumin began to over-celebrate his own progress, bouncing on his toes between bites, and that cockiness was precisely what did him in. By the time he hit a number that was objectively alarming, his pace slowed, but because his own stomach had begun to argue with him.

Charlotte, meanwhile, kept going with determination that did not look heroic so much as stubborn. Somewhere around the last stretch, her left eye gave one twitch that she pretended did not happen, and she reached for her water with the dignity of the future duchess of Veirmillion… Despite the fact she looked as though she might be haunted by the sight of scrambled eggs for the rest of her life.

She finally set down her fork, lips pressed together as she breathed through her nose. But she lifted her chin anyway, because her pride was still functioning even if her body was not. “A splendid effort, Kazumin,” she managed, voice thin, “But I believe you may begin practicing your handshake.” Her eye twitched again and a loud complaint sounded from her belly, but she stared straight ahead at him.

Kazumin moved with an excited fervor, enthusiasm in his every step as he moved about the buffet with fire in his legs. The cowlick blonde was like a whirlwind; food always delighted him, and sharing with a friend was a boundless joy, but here the challenging flare and his strong hunger proved a potent motivator, a little too effective.

Losing himself in the fun of the game, blinded by the allure of eggs, sausage, and toast, and many other delectable breakfast foods, surrounded his smug face, where each plate vanished almost as if he was inhaling them. Pausing at times to check on Char’s progress or for signs of surrender, and yet, kept being surprised to see her chow down with stubborn determination.

At first, he had easily outpaced her, nearly three plates ahead, but by the sixth plate, saw her managing to keep pace. Had her eating skills improved so drastically? No, to his horror, Kazu found himself slowing; by the 8th plate, he found that his stomach began weighing him down, and his legs felt heavier. As he had moved for the next plate, he found that he had overextended himself; his approach was overzealous, too overeager in his confidence, as he kept overfilling his plates or rushing about like he was running a damn marathon.

Before he knew it, the soft chink of utensils reached his ears and lifted his head with a sluggish, lethargic tilt, with wide eyes. He blinked at the sight of Char’s finished tenth plate with astonished disbelief while his own final plate still held two bites of scrambled eggs and a single strip of bacon left. An anxious gulp and nervous lick of the lips as he inhaled in an attempt to steady himself, but instead, the smell of egg elicited a gurgling nausea from his belly, overstuffed to the brim.

He held the fork shakily in his hand.” Errgh..just..just a few more bites, you can do it, Kaz! Ju-just power through.” The blonde muttered vainly to pump himself up for the last few bites and slowly lifted the egg-speared fork to his lips. A hesitant gulp, a holding of the breath to stave off the sick feeling threatening to drown him; feeling the fork glide past his trembling lips nearly renewed his hope.

Yet, a single, small touch of the scrambled eggs against his tongue sent his stomach recoiling. And where he expected to taste victory, instead came the understanding of defeat, for his belly could not take so much as a crumb more. Once more, he tried to push through only to feel the fork slip from his fingers, and in that instance, the world appeared to move in slow motion. The seconds ticked by as if the world moved through molasses while his expression widened with a sluggish head shaking noooo, though no sound slipped from his mouth, opened in a wide silent screaming O.

The fork landed with a thunderous clatter onto the plate, and his heart dropped with it in grave disbelief, his offhand clutching at his chest. With a small gasp, Kazu’s upper body collapsed onto the table with a resounding thud of finality and acceptance.” Urrgh….damn you…you have..bested this steel belly. I…I admit defeat.” He muttered with a shameful covering of his eyes, the arm resting limply across his face. Then, with a reluctant growl through puffed cheeks, Kazu had lifted the arm from his face, offering a handshake held lazily, waiting to give up his covetous title, meticulously won. Now lost to overzealous pride.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Ballroom
Attire: Outfit
Interaction: @Potter Olivia @Oso Cassius @Remram Nolan

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“You’ve got these too tight.”

Charlotte’s attention drifted downward, pulled from the labyrinth of her mind by the sound of that gentle voice of his.

Until that moment, her mind had been everywhere at once. With Lorenzo, with the king, with every terrible possibility that had bloomed from one moment into ten more.

She had needed to take the time to think. She had needed to sort through what had just happened, what Lorenzo had done, what Edin had said, what it meant, whether she should go to Lorenzo, whether she should scold him, comfort him, drag him home by the sleeve, or simply sit very still until her mind stopped feeling so loud.

But then she heard that voice... and looked down and saw Cassius Damien kneeling there.

The world seemed to blur so completely that the ballroom might have been painted around them—all except for Cassius. Charlotte stared at him as he adjusted the strap of her shoe, her eyes falling first to his hands.

Those hands had known violence. There were scars over his knuckles and roughness along his fingers, remnants of days of blades and fists and survival, and yet they handled her with such careful attention that for a moment she felt precious.

As if this small discomfort was not too small for him to notice.

As if her pain did not have to be grand or bloody or tragic to deserve his care.

And somehow that undid her more than any grand declaration could have.

Her gaze lingered there, watching his fingers work with patience. Then her eyes climbed, slowly, to his face.

Strands of black and silver had fallen forward, nearly veiling him from her, but there was no hiding a face like Cassius Damien’s. The light found him anyway, catching along his cheek, the bridge of his nose, the shadow of his lashes.

He was painfully beautiful, and she had always thought so.

Charlotte could see his eyes through the loose fall of his hair, storm-gray and dark beneath the lashes, focused on her.

_{Only her.}

The realization moved through her in such a way that it hurt, though it was gentle all the same.

For days, there had been a voice in the back of her mind warning her to be sensible. To remember that a man's touch did not always mean safety, that wanting something did not make it hers, that a heart had a way of ignoring the signs if it was lonely enough.

She had told herself not to let him become a place she returned to when everything else felt unbearable.

But he had become that anyway, hadn’t he?

And he kept coming back to her, too.

He could have gone anywhere in that ballroom at this point. He could have leaned against a wall with that wicked smirk he did and found a woman eager to be ruined by him before the night was done. He could have smiled once, spoken in some sultry tone, and had half the room wondering what it would be like to be chosen by him.

And yet here he was, kneeling in front of her, before his father, before them all, and he was fixing her shoes.

There should have been fear in that moment: fear of consequence, fear of danger, fear of what it meant to look at him and feel something so vast and strange blooming beneath her ribs that she scarcely knew how her body could hold it. But fear did not come.

Charlotte’s lips parted, her eyes soft and tender compared to just moments ago. She felt her eyes sting, but a smile formed on her lips as a single thought crossed her mind.

Oh, there you are.

She knew his mouth was moving. She saw the shape of words, saw the way his gaze shifted toward Lorenzo, saw him rise and bring his chair nearer. She felt him offer his hand beneath the table, and her fingers found his.

“...Whatever you need…I’m right here, Lottie.”

Her palm came to rest against his face with a gentleness that surprised even her, her thumb brushing along his cheek as her eyes narrowed with the full focus of everything she felt as she whispered to him.

“I was right about you… You know.”

Her voice was soft, almost wondering, as if she had just discovered this grand truth. But she had always known. No matter what had happened between them... She had known.

She let go of his hand only so she could cup his face with both hands as her expression crumbled, an ache in her eyes that she had not quite shown Cassius before.

“About what I said in Rosegate…”

For a moment, she simply kept looking at him like that.

The ballroom could have burned down around them, and Charlotte was not sure she would have noticed right away.

”Seems like you’re in good hands...Are you okay?”

Charlotte held Cassius’s gaze a moment longer, her smile lingering as if some part of her had not yet woken out of a deep sleep, as if the man before her had somehow captured her in a dream. Then, slowly, she let her hands slip away from his face and turned toward Olivia, blinking as though she had only just realized the world had continued without her.

“Hm?”

Her voice was softer than she realized, still caught somewhere else.
Then her eyes focused, and she seemed to remember herself... though not entirely.

“Oh… yes. I think…” Her gaze flickered briefly back to Cassius, helplessly, before returning to Olivia. “I think I am.”

She thanked her for the wine in a low tone and a smile her way, absentmindedly taking hold of one and taking a sip.

Then a hand fell on her shoulder and she immediately turned her head to glance as a familiar voice reached her ears. "Looks like the night sky is missing a star...Lottie, it's been too long."

Lottie matched his smile with one that was fonder, if such was possible, and she immediately rose to throw her arms around the young man behind her. "Nolan!" She drew him close with the sort of affection that had no room for restraint, as if he were truly her family. One hand slipped up into his hair, just like she used to, and she guided his head against her shoulder and pressed a tender kiss to the top of it.

“Oh, sweet Nolan…” she murmured, holding him there a moment longer than he may have liked, but precisely as long as her heart required. “How I have missed you.”

Her hand smoothed over his hair once before she loosened her embrace enough to look at him properly, though her hands remained on his arms. “Look at you,” she said softly, her eyes moving over his face with fondness. “Still appearing precisely when I need you.”

Her smile turned warmer. “How has the university been treating you? Are they appreciating you properly, or must I write them a very stern letter on your behalf?”

She gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “I heard you were back in town, and I have been so terribly excited to see you. I meant to find you sooner, truly, but…” Her words faded on her tongue as Charlotte's gaze shifted back toward the other side of the ballroom, toward Lorenzo, to find that Calbert was leaving his side.

Relief struck her so much soo that she forgot to finish her sentence.

For a moment, she simply stared, her fingers still resting against Nolan’s sleeve. Only when Calbert slipped away from Lorenzo’s side did Charlotte feel as though she could truly breathe.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Ballroom
Time: Evening
Interaction: Fareed @Redking0380
Mention: @Tae Ranya @Remram Askel

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Victoria’s fan moved slowly beneath her chin as she studied him, taking just long enough to make it clear she was deciding how merciful to be. She did not answer at once, and instead, her gaze drifted across the ballroom toward Ranya and Askel, then back to Fareed with an expression balanced between concern and disdain.

“I would not have approached you if it were merely idle chatter,” she said, her voice low enough to suggest discretion, though not so low that a curious listener nearby could not strain to hear.

“A young woman being foolish over a handsome prince is hardly rare enough to interrupt my evening. But your sister is not some baron’s daughter... Your sister has become the subject of nearly every interesting conversation in this ballroom.”

She sighed as though the entire affair had become terribly exhausting.
“It began innocently enough. At first, everyone thought it was rather sweet.”

“Now they are no longer calling it sweet. The court has decided your sister is hopelessly infatuated. They say she follows him with all the restraint of a girl who has mistaken her first taste of affection for destiny. They have begun calling her desperate.”

“Some insist they watched her cling to him openly in the tavern, paying no mind whatsoever to who might be watching. Others swear she has sought him out in private often enough that it cannot possibly be innocent anymore.” She shook her head and her voice grew quieter.

“And now…”

She hesitated just long enough to suggest reluctance. “…now there are those who claim the affair has already become physical.”

Victoria looked almost offended by the thought. “Whether it is true hardly matters anymore. Half the ballroom already speaks as though it were.”

Her eyes narrowed toward Askel. “Some pity your sister. That Prince Askel has recognized exactly the sort of young woman she is.”

She then folded her fan. “They say he knows precisely which words to whisper, precisely how much attention to give her, and precisely how long to disappear before she comes searching for him again...The less charitable have gone considerably further. They are asking whether she has already surrendered more than her heart. Some are wondering if Prince Askel has been boasting to his companions about how very little persuasion was required.”

“I do not know whether any of it is true... But I know this much: the court believes your sister has become so enamored with that young man that she no longer possesses the judgment expected of a princess.”

She held Fareed's gaze with sympathy. “If I were her brother, I would be less concerned with proving the rumors false than with ensuring that my sister was safe from such vile manipulations.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: The Ball
Interactions: @Remram Nolan

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“Literally never ever had my taste questioned,” Marina confirmed promptly, giggling with him.

Then Nolan asked that question, and Marina tilted her head.

Even when he seemed to regret it almost at once, she was already too busy deciding exactly what she wanted to say. Her smile softened.

“When I look at you…” she began, quietly. Her eyes moved over his face with open thoughtfulness, as if she were studying him. “I see someone kind. ... But not the sort of kind people mistake for being harmless.”

Her fingers shifted against his. “I see someone who notices things. Little things. Sad things. Things most people walk past because they are too wrapped up in themselves.”

A small smile touched her lips. She glanced down briefly, suddenly aware that her own voice was embarrassing her. Still, she continued as her gaze lifted back to his. “Nolan, you shine like the stars above,” she said, her voice warm and certain. “If only you could see it.”

The sincerity lingered for one second, then she cleared her throat.

“Right. Well.” She gave his hands one final squeeze before releasing one of them, though she kept hold of the other. Her eyes flicked toward the refreshment table, filled with her new purpose. “Let us get something yummy in our tummies.”

She lifted their joined hands. “To the food table!”

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_{Interaction:@FunnyGuy Alexander}

For a moment, Edin only watched him.

The advice did not offer the satisfaction of punishment, but it was logical. If the court forgot Lorenzo by the end of the evening, then Edin had not been insulted.

“Rise, Mr. Deacon.” He said at last.

His gaze passed over the ballroom. “You are correct. Duke Vikena has already made himself look ridiculous enough without my assistance. Let him leave with that shame.”

He looked back down at his advisor. “Tomorrow, we have Lord Ravenwood’s trial. I am curious what the King and Queen of Varian will think of Caesonian justice when they see it placed properly before them.”

A pause followed, then he finally instructed,“For tonight, go enjoy yourself. Listen to what my court is saying... Especially about me. And keep your eyes open for another matter as well. Caesonia will require a queen again, eventually.”

Edin’s eyes returned to Alexander.“Birth, beauty, obedience, usefulness. I trust you understand the qualities worth noticing... Be discreet, Mr. Deacon. But do not be idle.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: The Ball
Interactions: @Remram Nolan

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"Maybe it really is better if I just stay on the sidelines."

Marina caught both the hands that were slipping from her in an instinct, her brows furrowing.

"Why would you say that?"

She stared at him.

“...I’ve always lurked in the background… It was just better that way.”

“I’m sure most people would find my company to be a punishment of some sort.”

“No.”

The word came out bluntly and immediately.

Her anger had returned with full force, and she took a little stomp toward Nolan. "You are not a punishment. It isn't better if you stay on the sidelines." She bluntly declared, her eyes narrowing.

“I find you very kind, very intelligent, and very delightful to spend time with,” she declared. “And if you keep belittling yourself that way—well! Then I am insulted!”

She lifted her chin. “Because you are insulting my taste.. And my taste is excellent. You've seen the beetle bracelet.”

Her grip softened then, though she did not release him. “You do not have to shine for everyone,” she said, quieter now. “But do not speak as if you were made only for dark corners either. I will not allow it.”