[ When you finally come by, Hikaru, this one will be waiting in the chambers set aside for you both. He's leaning against the wall by the window that overlooks the rest of Tintagel, his eyes fixed on some indeterminate point in the distance. Josh is dressed still in the outfit he wore to the celebrations: long robes, high collar, the motif on the fabric done in shades of blue to best offset the way Arcadia has changed the look of him. He wanted to wait for you, he doesn't mind doing that. Besides, it's a pretty beautiful night and the view is great from here.
Perhaps you'll catch snippets of his idle thoughts as they move from one thing to another: first, contemplating a little on Titania's gift -- the flower the exact shade of your eyes, one that had tasted exactly the way you taste. Even with the wine he'd chosen to wash it down with, he had caught himself occasionally chasing it's remembered taste with his tongue as the two of you had sat in that hall.
That's not too far a leap from the thought that he thinks on next, how while he hasn't come to think of Arcadia as safe, it's always been a thing for him to count blessings where he could find them. He's considering how the awakening of Mab led to the fall of Kyopelinvouri and the death of Leanan Sidhe, and how that makes this the second victory in a campaign that is, in a word, daunting. And sure, he might have no deep love for Arcadia, but the people he's met, the experiences he's had -- both bad and good -- it makes for something that he can wrap his head around.
He's seen your kingdom and met your people -- and by that he doesn't mean the citizens who look to you the way others would look to a god. You have loyal men and women who respect and love you in their own individual ways. And outside of the Lightless Lands there are your allies, Faerie who he would have thought not to trust or care about -- only he sort of does now.
And then of course, there is you and he can still remember the way you'd looked when he'd asked you to shed your human mask to reveal the skin underneath. He doubts he will ever truly relax in Arcadia -- but he's as comfortable as he can promise to be, and sometimes that's enough. ]
waking the dead 2.0 | arcadia : 20th of eanáir, dé domhnaigh.
Perhaps you'll catch snippets of his idle thoughts as they move from one thing to another: first, contemplating a little on Titania's gift -- the flower the exact shade of your eyes, one that had tasted exactly the way you taste. Even with the wine he'd chosen to wash it down with, he had caught himself occasionally chasing it's remembered taste with his tongue as the two of you had sat in that hall.
That's not too far a leap from the thought that he thinks on next, how while he hasn't come to think of Arcadia as safe, it's always been a thing for him to count blessings where he could find them. He's considering how the awakening of Mab led to the fall of Kyopelinvouri and the death of Leanan Sidhe, and how that makes this the second victory in a campaign that is, in a word, daunting. And sure, he might have no deep love for Arcadia, but the people he's met, the experiences he's had -- both bad and good -- it makes for something that he can wrap his head around.
He's seen your kingdom and met your people -- and by that he doesn't mean the citizens who look to you the way others would look to a god. You have loyal men and women who respect and love you in their own individual ways. And outside of the Lightless Lands there are your allies, Faerie who he would have thought not to trust or care about -- only he sort of does now.
And then of course, there is you and he can still remember the way you'd looked when he'd asked you to shed your human mask to reveal the skin underneath. He doubts he will ever truly relax in Arcadia -- but he's as comfortable as he can promise to be, and sometimes that's enough. ]