trusthell | WEEK 4.

WEEK 4
Three more have died this past week. Milla Maxwell was killed for breaking a rule, Chiyuki was murdered, and you all had a hand in executing Yoshikage Kira.

It seems like this isn't going to stop any time soon. How many more will join them this week?

Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. It seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost...

Despite the Wordsmith's reaction to the last trial, it seems as though you've been rewarded once again for a job that was...well, it was done, even if he didn't explicitly say it was well-done. Another door has opened in that stairway, it seems, leading you further down into the building; once again, there are more rooms down there, more things to occupy yourselves with.

Or perhaps just more means to get creative with regards to how you take initiative with your fellow Apprentices.

~~APPRENTICES REMAINING: 23~~

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[OOC: Welcome to week four of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Wordsmith, you can do so through letters or the switchboard!]

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[ ...But, he now had a human form, and with it, came a human heart-- and that is something he could not deny...unfortunately. Even if it was nice to experience what it was to be "human". Not to mention, regardless of Killia's intentions, his actions only reinforced the feelings he held that were not quite confusing but he often felt he would never exactly ever own up to. ]

Oh my, this is--Killia I had no idea you felt that way. Of course I accept. I just... I don't know what to say. No one has ever...

[ ... It is just a little unfortunate his mind has lept from one conclusion to another. But he'll be reaching out to take the bouquet nonetheless. ]

[ Many, many, years ago he was a lot more practiced with all of this. His intentions coming here were innocent enough, or at least that was all he had allowed them to be. Killia hated getting close to people no matter how much he actually truly liked the company of others because of the burden he carried, and the mistakes he had made. But even in his dreams (memories), he had failed too.

It's almost funny that unlike the many times Seraphina had misunderstood, his visceral reaction wasn't no or a denial. It's scarier to him that it's not that, actually. Maybe he had known that intrinsically over the past week but...]

I...

This makes you happy? [ It's the only thing he could think to ask, though judging from the reaction it's not really one that's necessary. There's thoughts in his head as there always are, yelling at him to just treat this like all the other times. It would be easier to entertain them, it would make things simple again. Yet he had come here for a reason, because for once he didn't want to be alone in his own thoughts, even if he really didn't understand why. He had probably never wanted to understand why, but suddenly there was a choice to be made.

..................... ]

If it makes you happy I- I like it when you're happy. [ He doesn't really understand what he's doing, but hopefully the small smile on his face speaks well enough. Maybe he could just try to take this one step at a time, instead of instantly rejecting his feelings out of fear. So he'll hand over the sakura blossoms fully now, if the other man still wants them.]

You honor me greatly with your sweet, kind words, Killia.

[ Mikazuki's words are light, and not mocking at all -- it is like he is also affirming that it does and these feelings are something that can't just be discarded or thrown away in a simple manner. He was happy to know that Killia felt the way he did, and he did truly accept the blossoms still because he very much continued to want them. Once they were within his grasp, he was unable to keep from breathing in the scent of the bouquet. ]

These are beautiful. I will treasure them forever.

[ He honestly hadn't expected the flowers to mean this much, but he's really happy they do. He hadn't expected a lot of things actually, but he's not going to dwell on them in this moment. Right now, seeing Mikazuki's happiness was enough.]

You deserve them. [ The words are simple, but they carry a deeper meaning. Maybe one day he'll be able to elaborate on them more, when he's not feeling caught off guard in a good way. He does want to do something however, and even though Mikazuki is holding the blossoms, he reaches for one of his hands. Killia likes holding hands with him, likes the way it feels to be connected with someone again.]

[ If, perhaps, Mikazuki was not in a situation like this with Killia -- where their lives hung so dubiously in the balance -- the gesture would be all he needed to take that very first step forward. The situation consistently requires him to be less direct than he wishes, and it is still a precaution he must take, even if his emotions are screaming at him to take the plunge with no regret. ]

My, my, did anyone ever tell you that you know how to make someone feel important?

[ He'll smile, allow Killia to take one of his hands, and without hesitation, intertwine their fingers. But, as he is quite the person who loves positive physical affection -- platonic or romantic -- he moves with his other arm to pull the other male into a one-armed embrace if allowed, even while grasping the bouquet. It's probably a little awkward with the positioning, but he wanted to do it. ]

You're the first. [ It's slightly coy but also the truth.

He's surprised by the embrace but welcomes it, and unlike last time they were this close, he doesn't hesitate in returning the affection. For the longest time, he thought he had forgotten this part of himself, but maybe he hadn't after all. He can't help but lean into the other man just a bit unconsciously-- as much as Mikazuki liked physical affection so did he, he just kept it buried.]

[ It seems the two of them are learning new things about themselves, not that Mikazuki minds at all, in the slightest. ]

Good, I love being the first. Especially when it comes to you.

[ If he wasn't holding the bouquet he'd have rubbed at his back or something or other. All he can do is continue to hold Killia now... and for now, that was acceptable. ]

[ For some reason those words amuse him, though he's not sure why. It's not like he's a stranger to hearing such things, but this was different somehow.

He's content to stand there for a while, however awkward it is, before he realizes they could get more comfortable.]

We should sit. [ The only problem is he doesn't know where, they could sit on Mikazuki's bed but he's never sat on someone's bed in such a causal manner (or at all). The floor seems like not the best choice either, so he's hoping the other man decides for them.]

Then...

[ Mikazuki lets go of Killia finally, and heads over to their bed. He lays upon it the bouquet gently, and then sits upon the covers. He'll pass the other male a smile and pat the seat next to him invitingly. ]

How about here? Surely you have no objections?

That's better. [ Well he offered, so that makes it okay he thinks. He sits down next to Mikazuki, closer than he normally would and after a hestiating a moment reaches for the other mans hand again.]

...I forgot what I came here to talk about.

That's alright. Once you reach a certain age, you can be quite forgetful~

[ He'll easily pass the man beside him another smile, as he takes the hand that had reached out to him easily. He resists the temptation to just lean against his shoulder instead, though. ]

I should know. But there's something I have been thinking of talking to you about...for example, sleeping arrangements?

[ Killia hasn't laughed in years, but he can't help but make an amused sound at Mikazuki's words. He also leans into him a bit as a result, though he doesn't let go of the other man's hand.]

Huh? What about them? [ Is it any surprise he's not following the line of thought here.]

[ ... That is quite an adorable sound he is hearing. He seems immensely pleased the other man is leaning into him either way. ]

Would it be alright if we shared the same room? It could prove to be a good idea.

[ Honestly it is no surprise that Killia isn't following the same thought, but it's okay with him. ]

[ There's a lot of thoughts he has about that, some more complicated than others. It's not an easy question for him to answer, but it's actually not for the obvious reasons. He squeezes Mikazuki's hand while he's thinking, though this time it's on purpose.]

Yeah, it would be. [ A beat.] We should-- your room is closer to the kitchen.

[ Because that totally actually matters, he spends way too much time walking back and forth!]

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