003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[icarusalsoflew]

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[icarusalsoflew]

[He watches all of this, and then quietly comes around in front of her. Then he's crouching down, looking up. Waiting.

No need to push too hard. He wasn't going to turn away though.]

Few can do that. The three of you have proven that you can.

[Just like them.]

[bostova]

[ She turns away, angrily, mostly at herself for letting this get to her; for letting Brigade's antics get to her. And she rubs at her eyes, the traitors, she isn't supposed to be crying. Not in front of the Blade King. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Have a handkerchief extended in your direction, Yulia, with a quiet smile. The look on his face also tells you that no one's ever going to know about this.]

You deserve this. You did good.

[bostova]

[ It only makes her crying worse; sobbing quietly, she hesitates to take Hikaru's handkerchief, but she eventually does. Her hands and her sleeves weren't going to do so much.

Now, she just feels embarrassed for her outburst.

Once she's calmed down enough: ]

...Sorry.

[icarusalsoflew]

Don't.

[He means it, as he's peering up at her face.]

I hope you feel better now.

[bostova]

[ She nods, choosing not to speak. She feels more embarrassed than anything, as she's wiping the last stains of tears on her cheeks with his handkerchief. She should... wash it. And return it. Soon. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

Keep it.

[You're easy to read that way, Yulia. It's one of your best qualities. =w=

Standing up now, and reaching into his coat for the real reason why he wanted to walk her back.]

Here. This is from Saxon, Breton, and me.

[A wrapped mask.]

[bostova]

[ She would have, but she's made up her mind. She'll return the handkerchief the next chance she gets.

Now, she looks curiously at the wrapped item. Saxon and Breton and Hikaru..?

She takes it and unwraps it carefully; it reveals a mask in a red so deep it was almost black, carved with a sinister grin that showed off sharp canines. She touches it gently, fondly, tracing the curves and edges.

She smiles, small and shy, and hugs the mask to her chest. She still can't quite look Hikaru in the eye, but--]

Thank you.

[icarusalsoflew]

[And it's nice, watching her do that, seeing how it matters that much to her, how he, Saxon and Breton might have just managed to salvage the evening.]

So I guess you like it, then?

[bostova]

Yes. Thank you.

[ She's still holding the mask to her, feeling much... lighter than ten minutes ago.

Tonight was... emotionally overwhelming. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

Good.

[And leaning in, touching one of her shoulders, kissing her cheek.]

Welcome to Zangyaku, sister. I think we'll have a good run together.