Mitsuhide is in a good mood when he walks through the park, and it's obvious; he is humming slightly and not really paying much attention to his surroundings. Such moods strike him rarely, and he is enjoying it. Vatheon is peaceful this early in the morning, after all, and the serenity of it all almost wraps around him as he walks
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Adrian slept on as if undisturbed by the familiar voice, but as Mitsuhide took a step closer something seemed to gather at the corner of his eye. A small, dark bead of liquid, a small jewel of blood like a cursed human tear. It formed into a perfect sphere before rolling down Adrian's perfect, white cheek and gently landing with a soft tap on the wooden bench.
No, he thought in his slumber it is too cruel for his mind to lace his dreams with familiar voices of friends and loved ones. It cannot be real.
And as if caught in a terrible nightmare, reaching out for someone, something to reassure him and hold him in this darkness, Adrian's palm grasped Mitsuhide's wrist and held it firmly. His eyes still shut, he still seemed more than half asleep.
Mitsuhide's eyes opened wide for a moment. That action pretty much made his choice for him, didn't it? He stared at the bloody trail, shook his head and thought for a moment.
That was suffering alright, clear as day. He was a tad unnerved, but concern put that feeling aside very quickly. The other soul didn't want him to leave, that was clear enough, and he would not abandon him.
"Adrian," he said, voice louder and reassuring this time. "My friend, you need to wake up. This sleep is clearly doing you no good."
He kneeled down next to the bench, wrist still firmly grasped by Adrian.
Adrian awoke with a gasp, eyes wide, stunned until he recognised the face in front of him to be one of a dear friend. Realising that he was clenching the young man's wrist quite firmly at this point he loosened his grip and shifted to sit up, unaware that his blood tears had stained his porcelain-white face.
"Mitsuhide..." Adrian's golden eyes drank in the sight of the park he was once so fond of, of the glass sky and the pale foliage. "I... I've come back."
"It would seem so, my friend," replied Mitsuhide, smiling softly. "Welcome back to Vatheon."
He moved to sit on the bench, watching Adrian. All things considered, it was important that he say the right things. Enquiring as to what had happened to his friend back home right now was probably not a good idea.
"You return to us with hair dyed as black as my own. How are you feeling? You are not hurt at all?"
"Much... has happened." Adrian began, his tone soft and gentle. His voice had changed a little over his years of absence, perhaps it was a little deeper, and little quieter.
"More than just my appearance has been altered, but I do not wish to burden you with news of such things." A small, meek smile as he turns to his friend "It is very good to see you again, my friend."
"You should not consider it burdening me," Mitsuhide replied, but he did not wish to push it. "Nevertheless, let us leave that for now. It is good to see you again as well; I did not think I would. Only days have passed since you left Vatheon, but I would suppose that it's been a lot longer for you."
He began to search through the small bag at his side, looking for something.
"The gifts I chose for you at the festival that just happened remain at my house. When you are settled in again, I will bring them to you."
When he finds what he was looking for he pulls it out; a handkerchief.
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No, he thought in his slumber it is too cruel for his mind to lace his dreams with familiar voices of friends and loved ones. It cannot be real.
And as if caught in a terrible nightmare, reaching out for someone, something to reassure him and hold him in this darkness, Adrian's palm grasped Mitsuhide's wrist and held it firmly. His eyes still shut, he still seemed more than half asleep.
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That was suffering alright, clear as day. He was a tad unnerved, but concern put that feeling aside very quickly. The other soul didn't want him to leave, that was clear enough, and he would not abandon him.
"Adrian," he said, voice louder and reassuring this time. "My friend, you need to wake up. This sleep is clearly doing you no good."
He kneeled down next to the bench, wrist still firmly grasped by Adrian.
"Open your eyes. It's Mitsuhide."
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"Mitsuhide..." Adrian's golden eyes drank in the sight of the park he was once so fond of, of the glass sky and the pale foliage. "I... I've come back."
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He moved to sit on the bench, watching Adrian. All things considered, it was important that he say the right things. Enquiring as to what had happened to his friend back home right now was probably not a good idea.
"You return to us with hair dyed as black as my own. How are you feeling? You are not hurt at all?"
It was best to make certain.
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"More than just my appearance has been altered, but I do not wish to burden you with news of such things." A small, meek smile as he turns to his friend "It is very good to see you again, my friend."
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He began to search through the small bag at his side, looking for something.
"The gifts I chose for you at the festival that just happened remain at my house. When you are settled in again, I will bring them to you."
When he finds what he was looking for he pulls it out; a handkerchief.
"For now, let us wipe your tears away, Adrian."
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