#im really feelin historical rp tonight so

[aerlcos]

“i’m surprised fausto hadn’t come back by now, actually.” a relaxed voice easily cooed from him; gazing upon the world’s stars - something he’d seen countless times before but often not from this area of the world yet. that fucking weasel of a man annoyed him to no end, but this companionship had worked out - if doriano saw him again, he wouldn’t want to thank him for it.

conversation, even absent small talk, seemed to nill a lot of emotions, thoughts that kept him busy; switching from conclusion to conclusion like a bee to flowers. having more of a companionship, a ‘sibling’ type of bond was weird, not anything he was used to. months ago - he wanted to make his usual advances on her and even attempted to a little bit; maybe he’d think to even try to court her, and yet now? it felt awkward and similar to the closest he’d know to ‘wrong’, it not worth it to even consider. why ruin the company he’s enjoying? he didn’t know there were friendships like this.

@e-temmu was much quieter than him, and had a streak of avoiding people; he knew it had something to do with draining life. having not much interest in the specifics, he wouldn’t pry and she could tell him what she wanted to. they were similar in some core things, he enjoyed that they could insult each other and not be at the others throats like what would happen with regular people, they both didn’t tend to carry shame in regular activities or actions. her bluntness was refreshing, even if it pissed him off in the moment. despite similarities, they had many contrasts, mosr of which incomprehensible to doriano; which he was sure she had some vice versa for him.

unlike her usual experience of him, he wanted to enjoy the quiet embrace of the night underneath the stars. some birds chirped and sang their song. a contented sigh released from him and he spread out his arms onto the grassy, though somewhat mountainous, plains this house had been built upon. he had nothing to say, no quip or playful insult to throw at her. he merely wanted to be here. fuck, he wanted to be here forever.

he rarely knew peace; externally or internally.