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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 1:01 am
Mont Blonc smiled at him at those words, blissfully unaware of why he'd put so much heart into them. "I know you would," he said readily, as if he didn't have a single cloud in his heart to throw doubt over Ploutonion's intentions. (Because he didn't. His faith was as implicit as it was blind.)
"I only met you once, before," Mont Blonc admitted almost sheepishly, fidgeting a bit and looking down before glancing back up again. "I heard a little about you from Aegir, he - he knew the other side of you. B-but as for you, you, Ploutonion - you're every bit as charmingly considerate as you were then. And still a very good, very kind man."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 1:09 am
Mont Blonc was both his easiest victim to ensnare and the one Ashanite felt the most guilt for lying to. The man's open, pure sincerity would have been a ray of gentle sunshine, were Ashanite the man he pretended to be. Instead, it felt like a harsh beam casting him further in shadow. Truly, that he could lie to Mont Blonc bespoke something deeply twisted and horrible in him.
And there he went again, providing potentially useful information - that Aegir knew the man he had been before. It explained, perhaps, why the Senshi had saved his life that night when he first became Ploutonion. Or maybe that was just a coincidence. "I don't know about 'good,' or 'kind' - but Insuppose I can be glad I've hung onto my charm," he teased, lightly. In truth, he wasn't sure he ha ever qualified as a good man.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 1:26 am
At his friend's self-deprecating words, Mont Blonc did the one thing he was learning he wasn't total s**t at; almost abruptly, he stepped forward and ensnared his friend in a tight, warm hug, close enough that he could rest his head lightly against Ploutonion's, cheek to hair. "T-trust me when I say you're - you're definitely all of those things. And more than that, too."
Ploutonion, who'd saved Mont Blonc on that train. Ploutonion, who'd just fretted over his black eye and Mont Blonc's very life mere moments before.
"A-and you deserve so much more than what you've got."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 2:59 pm
Ashanite tensed, for a moment, when Mont Blonc first hugged him - not because it was unwelcome, but because it was unexpected. And then he relaxed, and wrapped his arms around the Squire, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy the comfort for a long moment. It was far more than he could ask for, more than he had a right to.
"We don't always get what we deserve," he said, and his voice was soft and sad. "But I'm glad I have you. You're a better friend than I could ever ask for, Mont Blonc."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 11:16 pm
The tension made Mont Blonc assume the worst; that he was unused to embraces because of how often they hurt him on the other side. So to be able to give that to him, to be able to give his friend even just a moment where he could shut his eyes and relax and feel safe and comfortable...
That, in itself, was a gift.
He rubbed his hands in soothing motions against Ploutonion's shoulders, flashing a smile that was more warmth than meekness. "I'm glad to have you too. - and you deserve so much better than me," and Mont Blonc didn't see anything wrong with this statement, hugging him a bit tighter. "But I'll do all I can for you. I will. I promise you. Anything you need."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 12:38 am
Ashanite loosened his grip after a long moment, but he wasn't entirely ready to move out of the admittedly comforting embrace. Genuinely offered care was a rare thing, given the line he had drawn around himself to cut off most other officers and the careful distance he usually maintained from people on the other side.
"Don't devalue yourself like that," he said gently. "Anyone who would do what you did - offer yourself up to save a friend - is about as good a person as can be asked for. Foolish, but good." He said, and then he did step back, just enough that he could press his lips, briefly, to Mont Blonc's forehead. "I couldn't ask for more than what you've done. You've kept believing in me, you even tried to protect me. How could I want more from you?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 12:48 am
Everything. Mont Blonc wanted to say that a truly 'good' friend wouldn't have had to resort to what he'd done to save Thrymr. Or that the ideal friend wouldn't have just tried, but succeeded, to protect Ploutonion from all of this - and his friends, too. It wasn't devaluing, it was honesty, and he wished more people would admit it. He wasn't strong enough. Fast enough. Good enough. There were some things he was learning to do, things he felt good about, but... let's face it. He still couldn't even come out and tell his ex-boyfriend off. There wasn't even any magic at play there; he was simply too weak. How was he supposed to be 'good', then? What was so good about that?
He wanted to say all these things. But the press of lips against his forehead made the squire blush intensely, his head swimming in a sea of red, and all words melted away like snow it the morning spring as he looked down at the ground.
It was better not to say it, anyway. Probably.
"I-I just wish I could give you your freedom," and that much, that he could say.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 1:05 am
Ashanite hoped that he had done something to distract Mont Blonc from whatever unpleasant thoughts might have been swimming around in his head. If anyone deserved to think highly of himself, it was Mont Blonc, who was genuine and kind and self-sacrificing.
"What happened to me was no one's fault but my own," Ashanite said, gently, "which means that undoing it is no one's responsibility but my own." That was, at least, the whole truth of how he felt about the matter, for once. It would be his responsibility, except that he had absolutely no desire to leave. Survival first, in all things. Everything else would sort itself out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 4:00 am
"What - "
Mont Blonc looked at him, and the look of his face was nothing short of horrified. In a movement that even surprised himself, he caught the captain by both arms, one hand clutching at each, as he furiously shook his head. "Don't say that! It's not right to blame yourself! It's not as though you asked for this!"
If he only knew.
But he didn't.
"It's up to you to decide, but - but it's not about responsibility, it's - they're the ones responsible - " And if the squire of Saturn ever sounded bitter, that single moment was about as close as he ever came, and it was more vaguely angry and very much wounded than anything. " - wh-what I mean is - you're not alone, if - when you want to undo this! You aren't alone now, you wouldn't be alone then, and you certainly w-wouldn't be alone after the fact! S'il vous plaît ne tenez pas là et prétendre que vous avez à faire cela tout seul! Parce que vous n'êtes pas! Si vous pensez que de cette façon, vous allez te faire tuer!"
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