you think that you're the only one
Who: tiny_schemer & makes_asteroids
When: 6/24, afternoon
Where: HoA
Summary: Czes promised to check on his friend, knowing he's mourning his grandson.
Warnings: Angstycuddles? Overenthusiastic head-pats? It's hard to tell with these two, but I'll try to warn as appropriate.
[Czeslaw had called Erik only when he was at the end of the street, having debated in his head the whole time whether or not he should come. There was another member of Erik's massive family missing, now, and Czeslaw still isn't sure how to comfort for that kind of contingency. All he really knows is that Erik is his friend and that he oughtn't be alone, and that his pride frequently prevents him from seeking out others.
In a way, it makes Czeslaw a little proud: with Charles gone, he's one of the few who holds such a trusted position. It shouldn't make him happy, probably, but it does, because Czeslaw has never considered himself invaluable as a friend to anyone except perhaps Fermet, and that had not gone so well for him.
But he trusts Erik, even though he knows the man is dangerous. Maybe because he is.
His heart and stomach still fill with butterflies when he knocks on the door, even though this has become a semi-typical occasion. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, hands shoved deep into his pockets.]
When: 6/24, afternoon
Where: HoA
Summary: Czes promised to check on his friend, knowing he's mourning his grandson.
Warnings: Angstycuddles? Overenthusiastic head-pats? It's hard to tell with these two, but I'll try to warn as appropriate.
[Czeslaw had called Erik only when he was at the end of the street, having debated in his head the whole time whether or not he should come. There was another member of Erik's massive family missing, now, and Czeslaw still isn't sure how to comfort for that kind of contingency. All he really knows is that Erik is his friend and that he oughtn't be alone, and that his pride frequently prevents him from seeking out others.
In a way, it makes Czeslaw a little proud: with Charles gone, he's one of the few who holds such a trusted position. It shouldn't make him happy, probably, but it does, because Czeslaw has never considered himself invaluable as a friend to anyone except perhaps Fermet, and that had not gone so well for him.
But he trusts Erik, even though he knows the man is dangerous. Maybe because he is.
His heart and stomach still fill with butterflies when he knocks on the door, even though this has become a semi-typical occasion. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, hands shoved deep into his pockets.]