[ what do they know! maybe you wanted to try out a weapon? you were naming like fourteen of them in your last thread, sir!!!!!
but they snort and wave a hand, looking over at the selection. they... don't immediately go for a dagger, actually! instead, they grab a sword to match. moving it from hand to hand for a moment before they take a ready stance. ]
[ i'm glad yjh's former wife was like "this bitch gay? good for him?"
anyway. let's say they're pushing back from a round of sparring when the memory hits. aquila's heels dig in when the stardust hits, and they leap backwards as the memory finishes, a little surprised, but...
... there's something that feels a little familiar there. they don't say that, though. instead, they tease - ] Kim Dokja, huh.
[ stop staring at them. they sigh, and inhale, and as they are about to launch into a compelling story -
well, the stardust takes over and does it for them.
the world around you tastes and smells like blood. it smells like pond water. it's a horrible combination, and you know it because you inhale, and it's filling your lungs. you can't see anything - but god, you can feel everything. there's a hand in your hair, and it's gripping, gripping tight, pressing downwards, and there's water in your lungs and you are going to drown.
it burns. it burns. your eyes burn. your ears are burning. your lungs are burning - tight, tight, you can't breathe. you think that you're going to die, like this, bubbles coming out of your screaming mouth and you're so small, and so young, and so-- angry and bitter and you won't die you won't you won't -
- and then, up, you come up. you gasp for air, and you can't tell if the water streaming down your face is from the pond or tears, as your heart rattles in your ribcage and you cough, as your ears ring and the world above water looks no different from below. everything is muffled. everything is muted. then again, it was like that when you first stepped outside, wasn't it?
there's a voice. it's a familiar voice, and it says something, but you can't hear it, it's garbled and angry and it grabs onto your hair and pulls again and then throws you downwards. "Submerge yourself until you figure out how to", you catch, snarled, from the voice. you cough, again, heaving, breathing, alive, alive, alive, and the voice continues, this time so close that you're forced to hear every single word -
""Either you will learn to stand up, or you will find a place to hang yourself. the -- family would rather have no heir, than to raise a worthless child." -
and every single world drives itself into your heart like an iron nail.
aquila seems a little surprised by this sudden memory. they're gripping their sword, tight, and are standing very still. ]
[ Joonghyuk is silent after seeing that... Sometimes, you need time for the memory to settle, to reign in the rampaging emotions, and he at least allows that for anyone that falls to the stardust. It's the only kindness he offers, one of comfortable solitude.
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to the armory they go! just to make it quick, they reach out and put their hand on yjh's arm, to send them both shadow transporting off to the armory.
upon arrival, they stretch a bit, leaning back against the wall, and gesturing at the weapons. ]
Pick whatever you want, I'll match you.
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but they snort and wave a hand, looking over at the selection. they... don't immediately go for a dagger, actually! instead, they grab a sword to match. moving it from hand to hand for a moment before they take a ready stance. ]
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Anyway, i am too sleepy to write a fight. They can fight. Would you like... a memory... in the fight... ]
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yes please ]
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anyway. let's say they're pushing back from a round of sparring when the memory hits. aquila's heels dig in when the stardust hits, and they leap backwards as the memory finishes, a little surprised, but...
... there's something that feels a little familiar there. they don't say that, though. instead, they tease - ] Kim Dokja, huh.
[ that
was not even the point of that memory, ]
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[ WHY ARE YOU BRINGING HIM UP? ]
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they shift the sword they borrowed over their shoulder and snicker a little. ]
Nothing, nothing.
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Haha, oh, man. I feel like I understand a little more about you now, Yoo Joonghyuk.
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I didn't ask for you to understand me.
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[ they make a shrug gesture?? ] You got both!
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[ From the mouth is more acceptable. ]
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they tilt their head. ]
What, one of mine?
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He stares at them. Yes. ]
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well, the stardust takes over and does it for them.
aquila seems a little surprised by this sudden memory. they're gripping their sword, tight, and are standing very still. ]
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Sometimes, you don't want to be seen yet. ]
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anyway,
well. aquila is definitely more tense than they were a few minutes ago. their sort of easy, relaxed mannerisms have completely faded.
...
but after a long moment of this, they exhale a laugh. ] What a pain in the ass.
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Joonghyuk gives Aquila time until they speak again. ]
I would have stabbed them.
[ But Joonghyuk is who he is. ]
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they snort, actually, and then shake their head. yeah. ]
Didn't exactly get along with my old man.
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[ It isn’t a compliment as much as it’s an observation. ]
But it’s not like I know anything.
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[ light, relaxed - they put a hand on their chest. ] Spite's a good motivator. You probably knew that, though.
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[ And... Obviously some other things, but he gets it, yeah. ]
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[ idiot to idiot communication ]