Relative Fun [Aurora/Geata]
Nov 24, 2016 12:17:08 GMT -7
Post by Kasty Doherty on Nov 24, 2016 12:17:08 GMT -7
“What- but I-” The plan had failed, and Aurora was stomping off, somehow more angry than before. Kasty looked desperately to Geata for help or some kind of explanation in a world that was suddenly not making an ounce of sense. “I did the thing! How can that not be seen as anything but serious?” Kasty was genuinely confused.
Geata was to act as a pillar of sensitivity; something grounded that Kasty knew was going to be normal and sane. And then he looked away for one second to get Aurora’s status, and when he turned back, Geata had gone and removed his mask and shattered any preconceptions of what ‘normal’ was just going to be today.
Kasty let out a startled cough and blinked at his friend. He glanced at Aurora to see if she was seeing the same thing, and then back again at Geata to test if repeating the process would fix the anomaly. It did not. Maybe the wind had blown his mask off and he just hadn’t noticed? Surely it was something like that. But then he went and gave his real name, dashing any notions of this being an accident.
It took his explanation to Aurora, but Kasty caught up with what was going on. Shooting a smile to Geata (praying his idea wasn’t going to backfire because Kasty was going to risk himself on it too), he took several steps forwards so he was at least an equal distance from Aurora as Geata. He wasn’t about to - outwardly - step in to steal Geata’s consequences, but he certainly wasn’t going lump his on top of the guy who already had a broken rib. That said, he was far from above taking a punch for the friend who already had a broken rib, and made sure he was within five feet of Geata. Just in case.
Kasty sighed, placing a hand on his hip and stooping his shoulders, and turned to Aurora. “It’s okay, I don’t need an apology. You’ve had a rough past two days and you’re stressed and I get that. What I can’t let you do, though, is go storming off thinking we’re kidding.”
Kasty, in fact, had no idea what he was doing. This had never happened before - most people understood and accepted friendship pretty quickly, and the rest could just have it spelled out for them and everyone was good. Aurora took these two categories, dropped them into a blender, and now Kasty was left with no battle plan but the absolute need to make sure they were heard. Because damn it, he hadn’t decided to be friends with his old enemy just for her to vehemently reject it because she thought they weren’t serious.
He looked her straight in the eye, voice and expression grave. He was speaking exactly a little louder than was necessary and only vaguely self conscious about the fact (this was the forest, no one cared).
“Aurora Disicio,” Kasty swallowed. “I, Constantine Doherty, stand by my word and swear my name on ours. You’re our friend, Aurora, and we’re yours. I don’t fucking care if you don’t want to be a part of it because you already fucking are. So there.” He crossed his arms and huffed.
Geata was to act as a pillar of sensitivity; something grounded that Kasty knew was going to be normal and sane. And then he looked away for one second to get Aurora’s status, and when he turned back, Geata had gone and removed his mask and shattered any preconceptions of what ‘normal’ was just going to be today.
Kasty let out a startled cough and blinked at his friend. He glanced at Aurora to see if she was seeing the same thing, and then back again at Geata to test if repeating the process would fix the anomaly. It did not. Maybe the wind had blown his mask off and he just hadn’t noticed? Surely it was something like that. But then he went and gave his real name, dashing any notions of this being an accident.
It took his explanation to Aurora, but Kasty caught up with what was going on. Shooting a smile to Geata (praying his idea wasn’t going to backfire because Kasty was going to risk himself on it too), he took several steps forwards so he was at least an equal distance from Aurora as Geata. He wasn’t about to - outwardly - step in to steal Geata’s consequences, but he certainly wasn’t going lump his on top of the guy who already had a broken rib. That said, he was far from above taking a punch for the friend who already had a broken rib, and made sure he was within five feet of Geata. Just in case.
Kasty sighed, placing a hand on his hip and stooping his shoulders, and turned to Aurora. “It’s okay, I don’t need an apology. You’ve had a rough past two days and you’re stressed and I get that. What I can’t let you do, though, is go storming off thinking we’re kidding.”
Kasty, in fact, had no idea what he was doing. This had never happened before - most people understood and accepted friendship pretty quickly, and the rest could just have it spelled out for them and everyone was good. Aurora took these two categories, dropped them into a blender, and now Kasty was left with no battle plan but the absolute need to make sure they were heard. Because damn it, he hadn’t decided to be friends with his old enemy just for her to vehemently reject it because she thought they weren’t serious.
He looked her straight in the eye, voice and expression grave. He was speaking exactly a little louder than was necessary and only vaguely self conscious about the fact (this was the forest, no one cared).
“Aurora Disicio,” Kasty swallowed. “I, Constantine Doherty, stand by my word and swear my name on ours. You’re our friend, Aurora, and we’re yours. I don’t fucking care if you don’t want to be a part of it because you already fucking are. So there.” He crossed his arms and huffed.
