RPG - Anton & Sulli 3
“Yes.” He suppresses the urge to sigh from relief and reaches up to rub his blackened face instead. It’s a good thing he only wears dark colours, otherwise he’d have ruined his whole wardrobe by now.
“Frankenstein and Oakley told us you were going to die. That you were practically dead, except your body hadn’t realised it yet,” he says quietly and sits up, crossing his legs on the bed as he faces him. “They couldn’t understand why you stayed in limbo, but…It’s a small miracle, I suppose.” His expression turns serious. “I know why you sent us away. I know why you won’t form a relationship with me- that you are trying to protect me from Usoa’s jealousy.”
In the dark he can’t see Anton’s face well enough to read his expression.
“I wish you’d have told me. I would never have pushed the subject if I knew how dangerous it was for you.” He takes Anon’s limp hand in his own. “When I kill Usoa, when all that is over, will you give me a chance then? You care for me, and you know I-“ He cuts himself off, pressing his lips together, and stares at him.
(Travelling by plane is so risky. It's not like the passengers can predict weather-related problems or do anything about them. I just hope my trip stays problem-free, since I'll be on my own. At least I've got four hours between the connecting flights.)
“Frankenstein and Oakley told us you were going to die. That you were practically dead, except your body hadn’t realised it yet,” he says quietly and sits up, crossing his legs on the bed as he faces him. “They couldn’t understand why you stayed in limbo, but…It’s a small miracle, I suppose.” His expression turns serious. “I know why you sent us away. I know why you won’t form a relationship with me- that you are trying to protect me from Usoa’s jealousy.”
In the dark he can’t see Anton’s face well enough to read his expression.
“I wish you’d have told me. I would never have pushed the subject if I knew how dangerous it was for you.” He takes Anon’s limp hand in his own. “When I kill Usoa, when all that is over, will you give me a chance then? You care for me, and you know I-“ He cuts himself off, pressing his lips together, and stares at him.
(Travelling by plane is so risky. It's not like the passengers can predict weather-related problems or do anything about them. I just hope my trip stays problem-free, since I'll be on my own. At least I've got four hours between the connecting flights.)