Appointment Post

[whatdeheckisdat]

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Action, March 19

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[Action, August 1st]

[sherpahat.livejournal.com]

[Continued from here (http://lucetilogs.livejournal.com/252139.html?thread=41639403#t41639403). But he nods, somberly]

Yeah, pretty much. Not a lot of kids, so not a lot of sign up.

[whatdeheckisdat]

Hm... We should watch out for each other, then! There have to be at least some of us here.

[sherpahat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sounds like a plan. Okay, my man Dhaos - cool name by the way - let's go find something to do! What do you feel like.

[whatdeheckisdat]

Me?

[...Dhaos is usually restricted to the inside of the castle...]

...We could go... climb trees?

[sherpahat.livejournal.com]

You got it, dude. [And he takes hold of Dhaos's wrist to steer him up to a good tree he knows]

Action, We never did decide when!

[lostinmyway]

[With no further delay, Grune and Dhaos make their way out of the Hall of Personas; once they leave, Grune looks about, blinking at the change in light. Now which way was the exit, again?]

...Truth. XD

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos actually has to stop and blink as well, but as he is probably better at it than Grune he recovers quickly enough and turns towards what he remembers is the direction of the exit. He could be wrong, given his current state of mind.]

[lostinmyway]

[Grune lets him take the lead now, but she makes sure to keep holding his hand and to stay close to him. He needs her right now, so he can feel better.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos puts far more focus into getting the park than he ought to-- especially since he could theoretically just teleport home. But he's finding it difficult to keep his mind off of what he's just seen, and this helps. A little.

So the pair of them will quietly make their way through the park, past cheerful residents and buzzing attractions. Later, he'll probably feel bad about dragging Grune away from all this.]

Action, September 18

[lostinmyway]

[Another day, another visit to Dhaos! It's been a while since she last brought him something to eat (or has it?), and she has something very important she needs to do with him.

Humming cheerfully, Grune puts away the food she's brought into his fridge, then...forgets her picnic basket in the kitchen and wanders over to knock at his apartment door.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos doesn't even hear her knocking: he's in his room, simultaneously trying to refrain from destroying his room and find things to hurl at the wall in an attempt to let out the shapeless anger.

Martel was gone. She had been there for so long, and he had never...

...His bed will need replacement covers soon, but otherwise he thinks he's doing a fairly good job so far. Try again?]

[lostinmyway]

[Try again!

Hmm.... Maybe he just didn't hear her. Or maybe he's on a little walk. Just to be sure, she knocks a little louder and calls:] Dhaos?

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos starts at the noise, looking up.

...Grune. Always with the worst timing. He really is not in the mood for this...

Dhaos pushes himself off the edge of his bed where he'd eventually collapsed and trudges to the door, pausing with his hand on the doorknob.

...He really is not in the mood for this, but he knows Grune will never go away until he answers. So, eventually, he'll slowly pull the door open.]

[Action, November 30]

[lostinmyway]

[OOC: Continued from here!]

Hmm.... I thought it would be a nice thing to do.

[She doesn't usually make doughnuts, but for some reason, she just...felt like it.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

...I see.

[Malnosso, can you hear him? Yeah, you can. It doesn't matter that he's only thinking, you seem to know exactly what he's thinking at any given time anyway.

Malnosso this is not funny and please stop.]

[lostinmyway]

[She lifts the tea towel to reveal lots of small, sugary doughnuts. Lucky Dhaos.]

Here, you should have one!

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Mmmph. Well, it could be worse. They could be glazed with chocolate.

...Dhaos is probably going to find a chocolate-glazed doughnut in there somewhere now.]

I... am not hungry. [He's not even trying to be creative with his excuses.] But I will eat them later. [Maybe.]

[Action, December 1]

[lostinmyway]

[OOC: Continued from here!]

When the dance ends, Grune almost doesn't notice. Her feet come to a stop, but she still looks up at him. One hand still rests on his shoulder and she doesn't let go of his hand with the other.

"Thank you," she says simply. "I'm glad we could dance together."

[whatdeheckisdat]

"...You are welcome, of course."

After a moment of hesitation, Dhaos takes Grune's hand-- the one he was already holding-- and kisses it, and then lowers his arms. "It has been an honor."

And he means that sincerely.

[lostinmyway]

Of all the gestures he could have made, this is the one would have surprised her the most. For just a moment, she stares at him, her eyes slightly widened.

But soon she takes a step back, her hands first drifting to her side, then coming to rest in front of her. She clasps the hand he kissed in her other.

"Oh, that's a very kind thing to say."

[whatdeheckisdat]

Dhaos averts his gaze, somewhat uncomfortable. It was simply a token of his appreciation... Not worth such a reaction, especially from someone like Grune.

"It is only the truth."

Action, June 5

[lostinmyway]

[As with everything else in her life, Grune is slow to wake up. She enjoys that drifty feeling that gradually slipping from dreaming to waking gives her. She likes thinking about all the wonderful things her day will hold, and she likes letting her thoughts drift as they will.

It takes her some time to realize that this morning is different, and her mind chases down those differences only one at a time. Her bed doesn't feel like this. She isn't alone. There's someone asleep beside her, and it's....

She opens her eyes and sits up.

Dhaos is the one asleep beside her, his face soft with dreams and his curls spread out and tangled around him. She doesn't know why he's there, and she can't stop looking at him, and seeing him like this makes her heart beat so hard.

Why is he here? Why is he in her bed?

...But it isn't her bed. It's his.

And now she remembers.

They'd thought they were married again. Just like the last time. They had been happy together again and had loved each other again, but it hadn't been true.

And now she remembers more.

She can't stay here. The last time, Dhaos had been so upset. She can't let him find her here, or he'll be upset again. She won't let that happen, because--she loves him. And she never wants him to be sad.

With all the care she can give, she pulls back the sheets. She steps out of bed. And as softly as she possibly can, on bare feet, she begins walking to the door.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[For all her efforts, however, there is no way Grune can conceal the fact that suddenly there is no longer a warm body lying next to Dhaos.

Dhaos stirs, reaching for the empty space where Grune was just a few moments ago. He does not yet have the presence of mind to realize that anything besides the sudden change in temperature is wrong, but he has never been one to sleep very deeply.

He mumbles incoherently before Grune gets very far.]

[lostinmyway]

[She stops.

For a moment, just a moment, she's still and listening to the sound of his voice.

Then she starts walking again, quicker than before.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Quicker means louder, unfortunately, and while Dhaos is rather out of practice with responding quickly to noises in his sleep, it is still enough to bring him to consciousness.

Dhaos is greeted by the sight of half a bed that has very obviously just been vacated, and even as slow as his mind is working right now, he still thinks to sit up and search for the missing occupant.

His eyes alight on Grune, and he stares.

What is...?]