[ There's an answering feeling in Neuvillette's chest, one that relaxes when he hears Wriothesley say his name. He wants to offer up Wriothesley as his name, but winding their way through cells and halls in what is essentially a barracks building, with other people around, is hardly the place to do so. Already, Neuvillette is garnering looks from the other guardsmen, who are shocked to see him helping someone so directly, although none of them are casual enough to ask him directly. ]
You can figure out one later, [ is all he offers for now. ] As I said, there will be help after this to assist with settling into society. We would be remiss if we were to free you and then offer you nothing to help. [ A mistake he learned long ago.
They finally reach the entrance, and Neuvillette slows down his steps. He has no desire to let go. He's a dragon; there is something in him that desires to hoard, to cling to what's his, even when it is not his, and Wriothesley is the one person who has managed to stir up those emotions for him.
But he also wishes to be away from the building, and whatever horrors Wriothesley endured there, so he doesn't stop. ] Until you are ready, you will be staying with me. There are assistants assigned to people.
[ Neuvillette is the absolute worst one to assist in reintegration into society, but that's never bothered him. And while they have assigned caseworkers to help the former fighters, no one else will go to someone's private house. ] Provided you do not mind.
[OOC: No problem! Take your time and take care of yourself. o7]
[While he couldn't see, he could feel eyes on them. It's a different gaze than what he feels during a match. It isn't the leers of those that only see him as some product meant to entertain. Still, it feels more awkward to be under such gazes. He feels they're less on him and more on the other man. Is what Neuvillette doing that surprising?]
What happens...What happens if I can't settle in? [What can he do as he is? He isn't exactly pessimistic, never really had the luxury of lamenting over his life, but he also knew that what he could do was limited. Or at least, many were going to underestimate his potential.
He also just...didn't know what to do now. He only knew how to fight and he had never though of a life existing outside of it. He guesses he had time to think about it though. Instead, he's distracted as they step out. There's a few things that he notices immediately. The cacophony of sounds that fills his senses gently and the clear air instead of the musty stench he had known all his life and...
Rain.
It touches on his skin, cold, but somehow the feeling of rainfall is so different than being hosed down or having buckets of ice cold water tossed onto you. This was gentle, like a caress. Something about it was a little sad. He does remember a little rhyme one of the others had once recited.] Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don't cry...
[He realizes after a moment of being distracted that Neuvillette had spoken. The idea of being separated churns in his stomach and he's not going to question it. He merely thinks it because Neuvillette is the one helping him right now.] No, I don't mind. I...it would be preferable.
[ What does happen? Privately, in the depths of his soul, Neuvillette doesn't care if Wriothesley never integrates into society, and stays with him for the rest of his life. It is a selfish desire that has remained with him for generations, and he's grown used to the hungry possessiveness over this man. He keeps it quiet, especially now, when expressing his own desires would only be a hurdle. ]
You can take the time you need to figure it out. And if it doesn't happen, then. [ A shrug, likely something Wriothesley can feel. ] There is no point in lamenting about the future now.
[ The rain isn't surprising. It still reflects his moods, his connections still intact, and Neuvillette knows his mood is dour and stressed, even if it has brought him Wriothesley.
But the spoken lines make him startle. He's graceful enough not to stumble but does freeze, turning his head to look at Wriothesley. ]
How do you know that rhyme?
[ He doesn't always reveal his nature in their combined lives, but the times he has, the little rhyme became a joke between them, gentle teasing whenever Neuvillette was sad. He didn't expect Wriothesley to remember it this time, although it is still sung among the kids, so it shouldn't be too surprising.
[OOC: Augh, it's my turn to apologize. I'm finally catching up after my last work trip for the year.]
[How strange... He wonders what is motivating the man against his side. He cannot imagine that they aren't going into this without some personal interest. But why? What personal motivation does Neuvillette have in this for a blind man he had just met?
It has his curiosity piqued to say the least.
He wants to assume that it is merely the whims of a bored man, but Neuvillette doesn't strike him as someone who'll toss him aside once bored. Strange, since he knows only the man's name, but just the idea of considering such a thing feels bitter in the back of his throat.
Instead, he focuses more on the question presented to him.] One of the others once sung it. She had arrived that night and had mentioned it was raining when she came. For some reason, it just stuck with me all this time.
[Nostalgia. Nostalgia for a rhyme he hadn't heard until that moment, yet it stuck to him all the same.] It made me sad to think that the dragon in the rhyme was sad. [Something else he can't explain, but he can't help but comment on it.]
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[ There's an answering feeling in Neuvillette's chest, one that relaxes when he hears Wriothesley say his name. He wants to offer up Wriothesley as his name, but winding their way through cells and halls in what is essentially a barracks building, with other people around, is hardly the place to do so. Already, Neuvillette is garnering looks from the other guardsmen, who are shocked to see him helping someone so directly, although none of them are casual enough to ask him directly. ]
You can figure out one later, [ is all he offers for now. ] As I said, there will be help after this to assist with settling into society. We would be remiss if we were to free you and then offer you nothing to help. [ A mistake he learned long ago.
They finally reach the entrance, and Neuvillette slows down his steps. He has no desire to let go. He's a dragon; there is something in him that desires to hoard, to cling to what's his, even when it is not his, and Wriothesley is the one person who has managed to stir up those emotions for him.
But he also wishes to be away from the building, and whatever horrors Wriothesley endured there, so he doesn't stop. ] Until you are ready, you will be staying with me. There are assistants assigned to people.
[ Neuvillette is the absolute worst one to assist in reintegration into society, but that's never bothered him. And while they have assigned caseworkers to help the former fighters, no one else will go to someone's private house. ] Provided you do not mind.
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[While he couldn't see, he could feel eyes on them. It's a different gaze than what he feels during a match. It isn't the leers of those that only see him as some product meant to entertain. Still, it feels more awkward to be under such gazes. He feels they're less on him and more on the other man. Is what Neuvillette doing that surprising?]
What happens...What happens if I can't settle in? [What can he do as he is? He isn't exactly pessimistic, never really had the luxury of lamenting over his life, but he also knew that what he could do was limited. Or at least, many were going to underestimate his potential.
He also just...didn't know what to do now. He only knew how to fight and he had never though of a life existing outside of it. He guesses he had time to think about it though. Instead, he's distracted as they step out. There's a few things that he notices immediately. The cacophony of sounds that fills his senses gently and the clear air instead of the musty stench he had known all his life and...
Rain.
It touches on his skin, cold, but somehow the feeling of rainfall is so different than being hosed down or having buckets of ice cold water tossed onto you. This was gentle, like a caress. Something about it was a little sad. He does remember a little rhyme one of the others had once recited.] Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don't cry...
[He realizes after a moment of being distracted that Neuvillette had spoken. The idea of being separated churns in his stomach and he's not going to question it. He merely thinks it because Neuvillette is the one helping him right now.] No, I don't mind. I...it would be preferable.
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You can take the time you need to figure it out. And if it doesn't happen, then. [ A shrug, likely something Wriothesley can feel. ] There is no point in lamenting about the future now.
[ The rain isn't surprising. It still reflects his moods, his connections still intact, and Neuvillette knows his mood is dour and stressed, even if it has brought him Wriothesley.
But the spoken lines make him startle. He's graceful enough not to stumble but does freeze, turning his head to look at Wriothesley. ]
How do you know that rhyme?
[ He doesn't always reveal his nature in their combined lives, but the times he has, the little rhyme became a joke between them, gentle teasing whenever Neuvillette was sad. He didn't expect Wriothesley to remember it this time, although it is still sung among the kids, so it shouldn't be too surprising.
Simply hearing it from him was startling.
He clears his throat, looking skyward. ]
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[How strange... He wonders what is motivating the man against his side. He cannot imagine that they aren't going into this without some personal interest. But why? What personal motivation does Neuvillette have in this for a blind man he had just met?
It has his curiosity piqued to say the least.
He wants to assume that it is merely the whims of a bored man, but Neuvillette doesn't strike him as someone who'll toss him aside once bored. Strange, since he knows only the man's name, but just the idea of considering such a thing feels bitter in the back of his throat.
Instead, he focuses more on the question presented to him.] One of the others once sung it. She had arrived that night and had mentioned it was raining when she came. For some reason, it just stuck with me all this time.
[Nostalgia. Nostalgia for a rhyme he hadn't heard until that moment, yet it stuck to him all the same.] It made me sad to think that the dragon in the rhyme was sad. [Something else he can't explain, but he can't help but comment on it.]
Perhaps they are sad right now.