When we get home, I know we won't be home at all...
... This place we live; it is not where we belong.
• ◄AKIHI► •
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Once in the room, Alihi set her pack down. It thumped loudly as it made contact with the floor, some of the contents inside surely shifted. She tossed her cloak to the side, resting her rapier against the bed. Exhaustion was threatening to claim her on the spot but she kept her eyes open, digging through her pack and pulling out some sheets of paper, a quill, and a small vial of ink.
She spent the next while sketching out possible plans, depending on the scenario. They didn't make much sense, though; Alihi was running on a piece of bread, a few bites of cake, some sips of tea, and adrenaline. What came out on the paper was jumbled and messy, almost looking like a child's drawing. She stared at it blankly for a few moments before she found tears in her eyes once more. The tactician laid down on the bed, her "strategies" scattered all over the floor, facing away from Ninian as the dancer reentered the room after a shower.
After Ninian fell asleep, Alihi sat up and slipped into the shower herself, towel in hand. After around ten or so minutes she stepped out and laid down on the bed, dressed in the same clothes as before. Her hair was still damp, but she made no effort to dry it. It didn't matter, anyways. She curled up tightly, hugging her knees to her chest, and slowly closed her eyes.
Sleep, though certainly not peaceful, came to Alihi...
Akihi sat up on his knees as soon as Abel was completely off of him. He remained quiet, his hands clenching around the fabric of his robe as he listened to Abel.
Only when Abel fell asleep did Akihi really think to react to what he was saying. "... Wait, what?" He stared at Abel incredulously, as if he expected the other man to wake up just to explain what he meant. What, he seriously thought Alihi didn't need him? If Abel wasn't snoring, the mage would have slapped him across the face.
And, speaking of the snoring... How does she stand this...? He thought to himself with irritation as he shrugged off his robe. Excalibur was wrapped with the robe and placed it gently on the floor next to the bed. His shirt and pants were also discarded as he curled up under the blankets, covering his ears with the pillow. He shut his eyes tightly, and within moments he was asleep.
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♦ ◄ALIHI► ♦
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Once in the room, Alihi set her pack down. It thumped loudly as it made contact with the floor, some of the contents inside surely shifted. She tossed her cloak to the side, resting her rapier against the bed. Exhaustion was threatening to claim her on the spot but she kept her eyes open, digging through her pack and pulling out some sheets of paper, a quill, and a small vial of ink.
She spent the next while sketching out possible plans, depending on the scenario. They didn't make much sense, though; Alihi was running on a piece of bread, a few bites of cake, some sips of tea, and adrenaline. What came out on the paper was jumbled and messy, almost looking like a child's drawing. She stared at it blankly for a few moments before she found tears in her eyes once more. The tactician laid down on the bed, her "strategies" scattered all over the floor, facing away from Ninian as the dancer reentered the room after a shower.
After Ninian fell asleep, Alihi sat up and slipped into the shower herself, towel in hand. After around ten or so minutes she stepped out and laid down on the bed, dressed in the same clothes as before. Her hair was still damp, but she made no effort to dry it. It didn't matter, anyways. She curled up tightly, hugging her knees to her chest, and slowly closed her eyes.
Sleep, though certainly not peaceful, came to Alihi...
Akihi sat up on his knees as soon as Abel was completely off of him. He remained quiet, his hands clenching around the fabric of his robe as he listened to Abel.
Only when Abel fell asleep did Akihi really think to react to what he was saying. "... Wait, what?" He stared at Abel incredulously, as if he expected the other man to wake up just to explain what he meant. What, he seriously thought Alihi didn't need him? If Abel wasn't snoring, the mage would have slapped him across the face.
And, speaking of the snoring... How does she stand this...? He thought to himself with irritation as he shrugged off his robe. Excalibur was wrapped with the robe and placed it gently on the floor next to the bed. His shirt and pants were also discarded as he curled up under the blankets, covering his ears with the pillow. He shut his eyes tightly, and within moments he was asleep.
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♦ ◄ALIHI► ♦
And I miss who we were, and the town we could call our own...
... Going back to get away after everything has changed.
[Time tah timeskip, ya fools. Keep up n' shuttup!] The night continued on. Outside noises slowly all began to hush, creeping away as if in fear of the darkness. Soon, even the pubs closed up, sending the drunkards on their merry way home. Only the faint noises of the wind's mischief emanated from the emptiness of the town.