(Untitled)

[fordreams]

[out across the tropical grounds, quite some distance off to begin with, a figure with white hair is wandering vaguely towards the castle. he's in no rush, but at the same time his gait isn't that of someone who's going where he doesn't want to be. his legs are just carrying him forward, and he's following them where they take him.

that he might be

Comments

[stringent]

[ untimely death? in the case of the person who is coming towards him now, on horseback, that is highly unlikely. the mare slows and trots around Griffith once while the cloaked stranger glances down at him as if silently passing judgment.

but she wasn't doing that. without hesitating further, she extends a gloved hand down to him -- this is your get out of jail free card, commander. if only because she isn't currently aware of what transpired here and back home to make Guts completely and utterly detest him. seeing him fall from grace one moment, only to see him completely fine and unharmed right now? it's difficult. finally, a familiar voice calls out ]

It's a long walk to Paradisa, Griffith.

[fordreams]

[for the longest while, griffith doesn't even glance up. he stops as the horse circles him, unmoving as the rider watches, then extends a hand... it's only as her voice calls out that he seems to stir at all, head turning slowly to look up at the cloaked figure.

He doesn't reach out a hand in return, simply stares up at her, almost through her. All too long ago it feels now, that had been his hand... The ghosts of memory only allow him a second of reprieve, and then he's back to seeing, beyond the here and now, things that he wishes he could forget.]

Casca.

[stringent]

[ she stays exactly where she is, hand still extended. she has no intention of leaving this field without him. underneath the hood of her cloak, it's becoming more and more difficult to remain calm. she wanted to leap off of the horse and do little more than hold him, hold the man who meant so much to her, who had given her the second chance that she never took for granted.

but protocol wouldn't allow it, this wasn't the time or the place for her feelings. if what Crowley had said was true, then it was only a matter of time until other people started to look for him. she needed the truth and she needed to hear it from him ]

Take my hand, there isn't much time.

what is my internet even... no, scrap that, what is my brain even /tries again... again

[fordreams]

[On any other day, a day when he could stand taller, stronger, unhaunted by the playing of a thousand deaths a thousand times over, griffith might have declined.

Some part of him still warned him to.

It is ignored, his limbs acting for him as he reaches up, hand clasping the offered one tightly]

[cricketycricket]

[Five seems to have chosen either a very poor or a very excellent time to return from his own sojourn from the castle. he spots Griffith as he's coming in from somewhere in a slightly different direction ... and adjusts his trajectory to meet up with the swordsman, first. the longer an uninterrupted discussion he can have with him, he feels, the better]

... It's good to remove yourself, after things like that, isn't it ... [he tilts his head at him and tips his hat just a little, by way of greeting. from what he's been hearing, a lot of this was castle influence. he's willing to give Griffith the slightest benefit of the doubt at first, if only because it might make finding the truth of the matter easier]

[fordreams]

[Griffith barely seems to notice the presence of the other male, until he speaks. the words sink through the haze and finally make it to him, and he glances up... ah, he remembers this man. it's almost possible to see the cogs, slowly, grinding over one another as he processes him.

and then his mouth opens, and he speaks]

... Yes. [there's not the slightest trace of emotion in his voice, and his expression remains the same neutral blank.]

[cricketycricket]

I must admit, even after this long, it's a bit hard making sense of some of it. ... How are you feeling? More yourself, I hope?

[fordreams]

I am alright.

hurhurhur

[daddyhost]

Princess Griffith~!

[Oh look who it is, just who you want to see!]

SRDIGLKHSDFGKSLEGHLKDJDAS:DKFDGSF:KDEGHDPF:KGSJASWRETDPHG:KFJDSAFSDERTFGKL:HGSAS /dead

[fordreams]

[no

no go away

no

ew

urgh

why]

Tamaki. [have a dead, emotionless voice Tamaki, and an expression to match. he honestly doesn't even care that you annoy the shit out of him right now]

<3

[daddyhost]

[He bounds over, beaming like a moron on moron tablets.]

Your presence lightens my heart, I was worried you had been hurt~

[fordreams]

[he glances to him for a moment, but his eyes are pretty hollow, like he's only just seeing him. sorry, tamaki, it just so happens that princess here is busy seeing horrors far beyond your wildest imaginings... so he's not going to reply to that]