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discedo_logs2008-12-07 10:10 pm
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Who: Charles Fei-Ong [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roseraiebleue], Agatsuma Soubi [scarredtruth]
Where: Their favorite room in Latimir.
When: Later tonight.
Rating: PG-something [Will probably change.]
Summary: Ritsuka's arrival in Discedo makes for some interesting alone time talking. Or something like that.
the log:
In some moment of ignorance, Soubi realized his hands were shaking.
It was an unsteady tremor that ran bone-deep, somehow hurting as he quietly nudged the door open to the only place he could no longer hide. One inevitable truth: Charles was waiting for him. And more than that, for nearly the first time, the words were refusing to form any coherent thought.
Please...
Keeping his footsteps soft, he approached the center of the room, eyes down. Nearly subservient. It wasn't fear, or anxiety; nothing so shamefully petty as that. Merely insecurity. Soubi knew -if he was to think anything at all about the situation- he should walk to him, slip to his knees and drop his head into Charles' lap without hesitation. But he only stood there, searching him out and the tip of his tongue burning.
"I'm here." A half-hearted smile, and it wasn't much more than a whisper.
roseraiebleue], Agatsuma Soubi [scarredtruth]Where: Their favorite room in Latimir.
When: Later tonight.
Rating: PG-something [Will probably change.]
Summary: Ritsuka's arrival in Discedo makes for some interesting alone time talking. Or something like that.
the log:
In some moment of ignorance, Soubi realized his hands were shaking.
It was an unsteady tremor that ran bone-deep, somehow hurting as he quietly nudged the door open to the only place he could no longer hide. One inevitable truth: Charles was waiting for him. And more than that, for nearly the first time, the words were refusing to form any coherent thought.
Please...
Keeping his footsteps soft, he approached the center of the room, eyes down. Nearly subservient. It wasn't fear, or anxiety; nothing so shamefully petty as that. Merely insecurity. Soubi knew -if he was to think anything at all about the situation- he should walk to him, slip to his knees and drop his head into Charles' lap without hesitation. But he only stood there, searching him out and the tip of his tongue burning.
"I'm here." A half-hearted smile, and it wasn't much more than a whisper.