🌙 — STARS CROSSED.

Soleil takes a glance at his tomestone and rolls his eyes.

“Well… yeah. I imagine most do”

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Haurchefant beamed.

"Delightful!", he spread his arms in warm welcoming as he turned on his heels to begin leading the way back to Camp Dragonhead.

"We are in your debt, so please! If there is aught that you might want or ask for, we would be happy to provide", he grinned.

There was a grin to his words, not so light as to undermine the ordeal, but it did fascinate him. To no end he was curious to learn more about what had sent this traveler down their way so that lives could be saved. The will of Halone? Or perhaps some other plans... perhaps he could help.

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"Only passing by... and yet at any time you could've kept going...", he mused, full glad to meet such a kind soul. Her detachment is not so chilling to him as it might be for others, but her ability to remain calm in spite of things is admirable.

"I'm sure my men would say the very same"

—✦

Contentedness. Relief.

Both ghosting over his shoulders like drapes.

"...o- okay", he settles, chewing his bottom lip a little as he goes to do just that.

Off to the side, where it won't be spilled or knocked over. Besides, Soleil would rather his hands be elsewhere. Like on Urianger for example.

The duskwight rubbed his forehead against his as he sighed.

—✦

He had braced for a kiss, just to feel his forehead against him instead. Ah... the cup hadn't slipped out of his hand, but he felt it tremble in his grasp, enough to want to set it down out of fear of dropping it.

That irked him, why was he acting like a fawn? He's been here before...

—✦

The booze was a fleeting thing as he started to sober up, the buzz left behind was just that, a buzz. Not nearly enough to cause any concern or to muddy his thoughts more than they were already, but he knew it to be there.

Soleil closes his eyes, almost suddenly as Urianger nears.

—✦

"I wouldn't mind if you took from me anyway...", he said it softer than what he was used to, the submission is plainly writ even as he looks away to the light beside them.

"... if it were you, I wouldn't mind", he adds.

Then again, his ears twitch upwards as he feels his hand.

—✦

When he opened them again, he still smiled, held fast to it as he let that silence settle in once more. The silence that came with that same drift of his fingers as they dragged just along his jaw in a way that made him lean up and into it.

"...", he pouted.

—✦

"Mm...", he hummed, letting his eyes fall shut beneath the weight of the scholar's hand.

There weren't many that could reach up to pat his head like that. Less who he'd let do that, only because his hair was messy enough as it is, a simple ruffle might scatter his bangs to blind him.

—✦

"Have I been found out then?", he purred as he tilted his chin down to look up through his lashes.

What he needed was peace. Tranquility that did not demand the sun from him. Soleil chuckled as he went to steal another sip of tea. Letting it settle over his tongue before he swallowed.

—✦

When Urianger showed up when he did, he couldn't have been happier because he knew he'd been saved. Spared from any unsavory encounters that might've ensued had he lingered, hoping to fill his solitude with vibrant company.

He didn't need that, he didn't need any of that.

—✦

But when he looks at him, when he hears him speak, he doesn't get that feeling at all. That's because...

He's here holding his hand, drinking tea with him, doing all that he can to stay the hand of his discomfort after he had forced himself to indulge in the things he didn't quite like.

—✦

A cumbering weight that gets dragged around, of which he felt it strongly at the very beginning. The ball and chain isn't bound so tightly around his ankle, but he remembers the ache of it being there. A tether, something that weighed him down often when traveling.

—✦

He didn't need to be convinced of anything, nor would he ask to hear it. He sort of didn't have to whenever he was around the other man. The other made sure that he could feel the way he treasured him. Yet he couldn't help but to think of all the times he felt so burdensome.

—✦

Truly, it's just as it was before, when they laid beside the other. When the warmth was lapping at his side like gentle flame, it lulled his mind into that comfortable little nook. Where he could abandon worry and concern, and he might have... were it not for a little nagging voice.

—✦

So... she'd sit with him. Just kneel there for however long it took until he would surrender himself to her arms...

"I'd sit in there, just waiting...", not for his mother, but for the storm to pass. Before she died, she'd find him in his hiding spot and wiped away his tears.

She'd convince him that Ramuh wouldn't come for them, that it was safe. He'd tell her that he didn't want to come out.

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"Perhaps not that corner itself, but years ago, there was a cupboard", he mused as recalled the memory.

Back to when he was a small, scrawny thing and he could fit in there behind the coats and folded blankets. Where he'd sit in a ball with his hands over his ears.

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"Pah...", he scoffed when he heard that voice again. "I should've kept that part a secret", he shook his head as he smiled.

"Sure, sure...", he sighed as he lifted his eyes over to a corner of the hovel.

Where the floorboards were still in tact and the walls weren't completely eaten by rot.

—✦

"Precisely. I'd never forgive myself if I were to ever forget", he huffed, lifting his free hand to wipe at his eyes. Bane sniffled, but he found a great sense of comfort.

That's why he was sharing this, not out of fear that he'd forget, but so that another would remember her.

—✦

Bane missed her.

Though when he saw Urianger kneel, paying his respects as he was wont to do, he paused. His jaw parted as he watched, it felt like that was all he could do at the moment.

He hadn't wanted to cry, but there they go, the first few tears spill over as he closes his mouth.

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