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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
[Action]
[The only path there has ever been.
The fact that he's stepped outside the bounds of the third son, defied his father and brothers, is enough rebellion for one lifetime. To abandon the Otori Group entirely...
That would require far more incentive than he has at present.]