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piratejournal2014-01-27 12:21 pm
hostclubshadowking) wrote in piratejournal2014-01-27 12:21 pm
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[Action:
For Tamaki:
It says a lot, probably, that it's just about half an hour after dawn when Kyouya appears on deck. He hasn't been sleeping, and it shows. Then again, he's been keeping to himself since their argument, nursing his wounds and trying to figure out how to bridge the silence.
But he knows none of the others are likely to be awake yet. Only Tamaki.
Who, thankfully, is up. And looking out to sea.
So, Kyouya walks over to him, silent as he leans against the rail. There's a lot to say, a lot to do, but he knows most of it won't come. So, instead, he puts his hand beside Tamaki's. Pinkie to pinkie, side to side. The faintest of touches. He won't do more. He'll leave that to Tamaki. Either to walk away or to take his hand.
His voice is very low, almost exhausted, as he offers:]
My mother and father never fought. At least, we never saw them fight. My father's word was law.
So... I don't know what I'm suppposed to do now.
[He knows he should apologize. But... he's as stubborn as Tamaki here. Neither of them think they're wrong. Why should they pretend they do?
He's just tired of this silence. Of this isolation.
General:
After his talk with Tamaki, Kyouya goes below and uses a small blade to afix something to the door of Haruhi's bunk.
It's a drawing, left for her and easily seen by others.
For the rest of the day, he can actually be found around the ship, up on deck, rather than hidden away in his cabin, only appearing for meals.]
[Written:
Around sunset, Kyouya is on deck with his journal. He opens the book and writes in it.]
141 days.
Almost five months.
At least the witch is dead. Just in time, too, for the next wave of newcomers, which I'm sure will happen soon. Like clockwork, almost.
Hopefully we'll hear from Dog. She missed her usual day, but sometimes she does.
-Otori
For Tamaki:
It says a lot, probably, that it's just about half an hour after dawn when Kyouya appears on deck. He hasn't been sleeping, and it shows. Then again, he's been keeping to himself since their argument, nursing his wounds and trying to figure out how to bridge the silence.
But he knows none of the others are likely to be awake yet. Only Tamaki.
Who, thankfully, is up. And looking out to sea.
So, Kyouya walks over to him, silent as he leans against the rail. There's a lot to say, a lot to do, but he knows most of it won't come. So, instead, he puts his hand beside Tamaki's. Pinkie to pinkie, side to side. The faintest of touches. He won't do more. He'll leave that to Tamaki. Either to walk away or to take his hand.
His voice is very low, almost exhausted, as he offers:]
My mother and father never fought. At least, we never saw them fight. My father's word was law.
So... I don't know what I'm suppposed to do now.
[He knows he should apologize. But... he's as stubborn as Tamaki here. Neither of them think they're wrong. Why should they pretend they do?
He's just tired of this silence. Of this isolation.
General:
After his talk with Tamaki, Kyouya goes below and uses a small blade to afix something to the door of Haruhi's bunk.
It's a drawing, left for her and easily seen by others.
For the rest of the day, he can actually be found around the ship, up on deck, rather than hidden away in his cabin, only appearing for meals.]
[Written:
Around sunset, Kyouya is on deck with his journal. He opens the book and writes in it.]
141 days.
Almost five months.
At least the witch is dead. Just in time, too, for the next wave of newcomers, which I'm sure will happen soon. Like clockwork, almost.
Hopefully we'll hear from Dog. She missed her usual day, but sometimes she does.
-Otori
[Deck][Action]
So it's always worrying, always concerning, to see Tamaki in tears. Kyouya carefully shifts his arm around Tamaki, his other hand holding his, and hugs him to his chest.]
It's okay.
[It's all the promise he can make, but he means it.]
It'll all be okay now.
[Deck][Action]
I thought... I thought...
[This was't the first time they ever argued. But this was the worst so far.]
I thought hate me so much now...
[Deck][Action]
[Because those words are familiar, safe. He can say them mildly and know Tamaki knows how to take them. Knows he can say them with utter fondness. Because he can't trust anything else right now. He can't trust himself to try and say something else. Because too much might come out, and he might ruin what he has.]
I could never hate you. Promise.
[Deck][Action]
I will die if you hated me. And not in a dramatic and handsome way!
[Deck][Action]
And that's the only way I could ever hate you. If you die and leave me alone.
[It's too sentimental. But it still comes out.]
[Deck][Action]
[There was a light-hearted smile. He was silent for a few moments before he gave Kyouya a malicious grin.]
By the way...
[Deck][Action]
Hn?
[Deck][Action]
As a friend I can forgive what you did to Link. But as a Captain, I can't allow my crew to hurt our guests.
The Lower Hold needs someone to organize the supplies, check the inventory and clean it up.
[Deck][Action]
Sending a young man with a broken leg that far below deck and asking him to clean and walk around to take inventory might put too much strain on his leg.
[Deck][Action]
[He then placed both hands on Kyouya's shoulders.]
Are you going to be okay~!? Are we going to be okay~!?
[Deck][Action]
[Deck][Action]
It's morning time and you haven't slept again!
[Deck][Action]
I'll be fine for the day.
[Deck][Action]
Don't let me go to your room just to tuck you in!