PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

Asides from the missing levin sword.

[maskarang]

... It was a mistake for everyone to reveal where they were last night.

[swordhandled]

I'd say the first mistake was me requesting the sword in the first place.

[maskarang]

That's absurd. No one could've predicted this would happen, Owain.

[swordhandled]

It still gave me a weapon that nobody here would use. Requesting it allowed the Mafia the chance to frame me.

[maskarang]

[ looking him over carefully as he comes over and takes his hand. gently. ] You don't need to be so hard on yourself.

[swordhandled]

[ holds his hand and just, rests his head on gerome's shoulder ] I have to.

[maskarang]

[ he presses a light kiss to owain's forehead ] Do you have other regrets?

[swordhandled]

Asides from leaving you?

I would love to see Mother, Father, and Lucina once more.

[maskarang]

[ his only response to owain's mention of leaving him is to wind an arm around his waist. ]

... There's a chance you'll see them again. No matter what happens tomorrow. [ it's unnatural, he doesn't like it, and he's wary of bringing it up. but the fact that they can probably get new bodies is something like hope, he guesses. ]

[swordhandled]

[ leans more onto him. he's silent; he knows that the new body is an option but he's rather attached to this one??? ]

[maskarang]

[ so is he. that... wasn't very comforting. owain is much better at this than he is, maybe he should just go to plan a?? plan b is going poorly. clears throat. ] Owain.

[swordhandled]

Yes, Gerome?

[maskarang]

[ can't do it. time for plan c. ]

... You need to rest. For tomorrow. Thinking in circles will do neither of us any good.

[swordhandled]

--Come to bed with me?

[maskarang]

Of course.

[swordhandled]

[ taking his hand and going to the bed ]

[maskarang]

[ one step closer to plan a—er, plan c. pulls back the covers. ]

[swordhandled]

[ hesitates and simply removes his shirt before getting into bed ]

[maskarang]

[ now it's his turn to hesitate. sitting down next to owain and watching him quietly. ]

[swordhandled]

[ he's lying there, watching gerome ] I want to be comfortable.

[maskarang]

I wasn't doubting your motives.

[swordhandled]

Of course.

[maskarang]

... If I was, it wasn't because of you. Owain— [ no, it's easier to show. not tell. he slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. ] —my words often betray me. I'm sorry, I should have done it this way from the start.

[swordhandled]

[ his eyes are entrapped as he watches gerome unbutton his shirt, watching as each button is undone one by one ] Actions do, oftentimes, speak louder than words.