swordhandled | PCs with Gerome

[ as if it was gerome that owain was mad at. he was mad at the foundation for sending them on this mission, mad at this game for happening, even mad at the outsider for taking so long to finally do something, but not gerome. not when if he had the option, he would have volunteered right away. if he can't protect anyone, then why stay with the living. he understands why gerome did it, but that doesn't mean that it hurts any less.

there's a deep intake of breath when owain sees the shifting of the page. who else could it be? he watches the pen move and the familiar strokes of gerome's handwriting starts to appear. ]

Good... I'm glad.

[ slowly, he reaches out for where gerome might be, wanting to touch him. ]

[ being angry at the foundation is always valid, which they'll recall in another day or so. for now, he remains extremely uncertain. and even more apologetic. given that, the next sentence he writes is far from surprising. ]

I owe you a great apology, Owain. One I don't know how to even begin.

[ he doesn't wait for a reply before reaching one hand out and grasping owain's. ]

[ he grips his hand tightly ]

I do not blame you. I understand why you did what you did.

[ a beat ] Were it not for my role, I very well would have volunteered myself as well.

[ awful as it is to consider, that would mean he'd be in owain's shoes right now. there's no way akira would have stood by silently in that last round. he hates the idea of such a world.

a hard squeeze back. one of these days, they're going to break each others fingers like this. ]

If our positions were reversed, I'd move the stars to get you back.

I know you would. I will stop at nothing to get you back, Gerome.

... You've changed fate once, Owain. There's no one I trust more with my life.

I'll fight Death itself, if it means I can get you back. Please... wait for me.

[ always. he moves to whisper the word into owain's ear, but all that transfers over is a light breath. in place of the word, he offers a gentle kiss to owain's neck.

is that a good enough answer? ]

[ it certainly does. he tilts his head, trying to kiss his lips, but he's shooting in the dark, so it probably lands on his eye ]

[ probably, but it's okay he closes his eye. an eyelid kiss is okay, right? not what owain wanted though, so pays owain back by kissing him on the lips instead ]

[ oh

ghost kissing. it's not as good as the real thing, but an acceptable substitute ]

[ truly is not. it's... interesting though? kind of. he isn't sure he's into it, but he isn't sure he isn't into it either. when he pulls back, he licks owain's lips lightly and heads to the book ]

Shall we try it? [ yolo. or, uh, yodo? ]

[ a brief look at the text, licking his lips and nods ]

It'll certainly be an experience to never forget.

[ standing up at that. ]

[ scribbling a goddamn heart down on the page. it's faster than "i love you endlessly, would that i could spend an eternity with you in my arms," and so on. it's practically the same sentiment, really

picking up the manual of justice and holding it out to owain. they might need this

(and no worries, he obviously sat with minerva for a while before even approaching owain...! he said his apologies to her first because he has priorities) ]

[ nods and takes it, time to head to the

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[ this is gonna be real weird ]

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