Tristan laughed slightly...was she reading his mind or something. He looked at the other this time, taking in the unmasked features as he talked, "Are you okay," he started, " I mean other then the injuries."
Rethyn felt like he was having a hard time breathing as in response he moved his hand to his mouth and nose to act like a makeshift mask. "I don't know if I can handle this Tristan. This isn't my face..At least it doesn't feel like it..."
Rethyn brought of other hand to his face as he slid it gently across his cheek to the scar upon his flesh. Forgetting for a moment Tristan was still in the room, Rethyn quickly removed his hand from the scar as glued his gaze to the floor. "Sorry about the curtains Tristan...also..should I go and cover up? I mean this old face mustn't be too pleasant to look at.." As he asked the question he felt weak as he had just admitted to another soul that this was indeed his face. He didn't want it to be, after the things in the afterlife he didn't have the pride to call it his face.
Tristan glanced at him, unsure at first what to say. "Rethyn, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, but I do think you have a good face. And like Kilia said a good smile," Tristan had to figure out his words carefully for what he was going to say next. "If you want that...back, we can fix it. But...maybe try...I mean figure out if that is what you really want to do. It will probably take a few days as it is...to fix that."
Rethyn sighed a little, but at least offered Tristan a small nod as he kept his eyes downward. It had been placed in his hands, was he to ask for the repair of his mask or try to live with the face he tried so hard to conceal from the world. One one side he didn't want to burden anyone with the repairs of his mask, and the mask itself wasn't a good long-term solution. On the other hand he wouldn't know if he would be able to carry out simple daily tasks without it. Almost forgetting Tristan was still there, Rethyn dove into thought as he pondered his choice.
Tristan let the other think, it was much to ask of him and he rather give him the moment to do so. Even if Tristan was now thinking about Soran and what to say to him. He surveyed the bathroom curtain, it was almost like Rethyn was fighting something. He glanced down at the sword that had been placed on the ground. It was like he sort of understood that Rethyn was feeling unworthy or something, "Rethyn, I don't know how to thank you for what you did today. You saved everyone's life, and you did it for them. You've become a part of this team, even if we are somewhat of a wacky bunch of people. I think Kazar would have been and still is proud of you." Tristan scooped down and picked up the sword and held it out. "Whatever you decide, I will be okay with, just take the time you need to figure it out."
Taking the sword in hand Rethyn didn't really look to Tristan as the words traveled through him. He wanted to smile again as the words brought warmness to him. Tristan's words felt genuine, and he had the feeling that they came from the heart.
Rethyn looked up and held his gaze to Tristan. His clear blue eyes looked soft as he spoke to Tristan. "Thanks....thanks to you and Kilia."
Tristan nodded and left the bathroom, he had someone else to see.
Soran lay on the cool bed, his arms wrapped up in Tristan’s pillow. Granted it wasn’t the first time he had been on the other boys bed, but alone was different. He glowered at the wall, his back to the door as he used the pillow as his own teddy bear so to speak. Having already cried once, he was slightly red eyed but still very angry. Though he wasn’t sure if he was angry at Tristan for abandoning him right before he left for the city, or if he was angry at his own incompetence during the whole ordeal. Maybe it was a mix of both. He was certainly hurt, that much was for sure. Groaning slightly, he hugged the pillow closer.
Tristan returned and as he neared his door, his heart beat faster. He was in an highly emotional state as it was from before and during Soran's absence. He stopped and for a second almost knocked on his own bedroom door, but concluded that it was a slightly silly idea. He opened it slowly though and saw the blonde on his bed. Yes the sight of that...made him happy, had him thinking of other things. However he put those thoughts away for now. He walked in and closed the door behind him, and mostly locked it so he didn't have a means of escape. Tristan really did feel like running away, but that wouldn't help anyone.
"Soran," he said.
He flinched slightly as he heard the door open gently and then close. His heart jumped in his chest and he tried to think properly as Tristan came into the room and called his name. Everything he had prepared, everything he wanted to say went out the window. Unable to figure out what he wanted to say and only feeling angry, he turned around and flung the pillow at the taller boy, "You ass! What the hell was that all about! Fuck, Tristan! Why? Why did you do that!?"
Granted Tristan was little surprised by the pillow, and tried not quirk an eyebrow at it as it landed at his feet. He stepped over it and moved closer, away from the door, but not to close. "Because I would have made it worse for everyone," he said quietly.
Soran’s face grew red slightly as he tried to hold back a scream of rage. He couldn’t understand, how was that helpful? He sat on the bed, on his knees with his fingers curled into fists, glaring daggers at Tristan, "How? How could you have made it worse? What happened to wanting to protect me? Were those just words, Tristan, and nothing more?"
"No," Tristan responded, "I do want to protect you, even if that means from myself." He was going to figure out a way to put this, "You needed someone who could think on his feet, and well could make rational decisions. I am not very good at thinking on my feet in the first place, and I wasn't making rational decisions. I was afraid...ok, afraid of getting you hurt, of getting someone else hurt."
Soran stared at him, unsure of how to respond, "Tristan... I just.... don’t understand. How could you hurt me? Besides telling me to go without you, or to leave you, or have nothing to do with you.
Those hurt me," he said, feeling himself getting worked up and trying hard not to. He was going to cry again and he didn’t want to, "So what
were you thinking, Tristan? You saw it, right? What happened, when that building.... What were you thinking? Because I certainly wasn’t, and neither was Kilia or Peter and I’m sure even Rethyn wasn’t sure too. You can’t tell me that you weren’t thinking of something."
Tristan looked at the other for a second, "To tell you the truth, all I was thinking about was you. What could I do to save you, what could have happened if I tried...what if one of us..." he looked away unable to continue as tears were coming down his face.
Soran opened and closed his mouth as he watched the red haired boy. He was crying, which shocked Soran almost completely from his anger. He sat back on his feet, wrapping his arms around his small frame and frowned at the floor, "I was thinking of you too," he muttered, "I was... terrified," he closed his eyes. He wanted to apologize as he sat there, but he wasnt sure how right then. Simply saying he was sorry probably wasn’t enough. He worried as to what Tristan meant when he said to protect Soran from
himself, but he didn’t want to ask. He was tired and still shocked really, "Tristan..." he called, looking up with his head tilted slightly, his gaze watery as well.
"I...am sorry," Tristan said, "I should not have done that to you." If only he could reverse the decisions made that morning. Yet there had been so many things going on that morning, he still hadn't really gained control of his own emotions before they left, he might have played it off well. He knew if he went into the situation still feeling that way, he would have done something stupid He looked at the other as he heard his name.
Soran shook his head slightly, "Come here, please," he said, trying not to sound like he was a child.
Tristan walked to his bed, but didn't sit down. He just sort of stood there, trying to calm himself. He looked at the other, wanting to reach out, but at the same time unsure of what to do next. So he waited, letting the blonde seer decide for him.
Soran released a heavy breath, almost like a sob. He raised himself up as he started to cry, "Don’t... just... stand there.... Tristan," he said between his crying, each breath he took was shuddering as he fell forward, and wrapped his arms around the taller boy, "You... idiot. Don’t just stand.... there. And don’t... leave me like that again!"
Finally overwhelmed with his own emotions. he wrapped his own arms around Soran, and cried with him. "I won't," he said finally. He sat with the boy still in his arms, and just held him.
He held onto Tristan for a long while as he slowly calmed down. Eventually he had stopped crying but hung on the other’s shoulders anyway because he was comfortable. As he rested there, he took a breath and then hiccupped. It startled him because it was so sudden and he blushed slightly. Shifting around against Tristan, he ignored it. Normally, Soran only ever hiccupped once or twice. So when it came a second time he wasn’t worried. It was when it happened a third and fourth time that he fidgeted.
"The... he-ll" he hiccupped as he said the word and quickly covered his mouth. He was squeaking.
Totally not happening! he thought as he blushed furiously and hiccupped again.
Tristan was sort of surprised at the hiccups, well it wasn't usually to do that after crying, He however was trying to contain his laughter as the boy squeaked, "Soran do you want some water", he asked.
Blushing, he covered his nose and mouth to try to stifle the slightly high pitched sound he was emitting, "N-no! Damnit... No I don’t. It w-ill go a-way... shi-t!" talking seemed to make it worse, that or his body was just being cruel to him, "S-top laugh-ing!" he ordered, but in vain he was sure. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and held it, sure that looked absolutely hilarious as he did so, but if he wasn’t looking at Tristan, then he could concentrate on making them go away.
Tristan was trying to hide his laughter, and trying to look serious, unsuccessfully though. He was about to offer another suggestion for assistance when Soran took a deep breath and held it,
oh geeze, he is so cute. Then something else came to Tristan's mind but he let the other finish first with his attempt.
He held it for a while, and then released it in a heavy
whoosh, his gaze was slightly dazed as he opened his eyes and regretted that tactic as he was now a bit light headed. With a sigh he glanced up to Tristan, "Okay. I think its be-tter," he gasped, "Shit! Tri-stan!" He gave a soft cry, almost as if it were the other Seers fault.
"Well can I perhaps help," Tristan was really trying to look innocent in that moment.
Soran nodded, "Yes ple-ase," he grimaced as he tried to contain it, but only managed to squeak even higher.
"Are you sure," Tristan was beginning to drop the innocent look, with a rather crooked grin on his face.
"Yes! Tris-tan this isnt fun-ny," he started at first, but then noticed the grin and he went wide eyed even as another hiccup attacked him. He attempted to back away, "W-what are you pla-nning?"
Tristan didn't answer him instead pounced from his position and attacked with tickling the other boy. He was trying to scare him a little hoping that would get rid of the hiccups.
Soran gave a cry of surprise and fell backwards with Tristan following him. Soran had never been tickled before and found out soon enough that his skin was highly sensitive...
too sensitive. With a slightly girly scream, he tried to grab Tristan’s hands to get him to stop, but the other boy was far larger and stronger and he had gotten the jump on him, "Ah!! Tristan! S-stop!" he was laughing now, the poking was driving him nuts as he writhed around, trying to get free. It wasnt long till he was crying and laughing hurt, "Tristan.... seriously," he giggled, trying to breathe, "Your gonna kill me!"
Tristan couldn't help but to laugh too, that was just how it was when you tickled another person. He let up though after Soran said he was gonna kill him...jokingly of course. Tristan was looking down at the other, "Oh I can think of other ways...of torturing you," His eyes were intense again as he said those words.
"Tr-Tristan," this time his stutter wasn’t from the hiccups at all.
Those eyes... again. That look, Soran thought and his face went completely red. He knew that look pretty well by now. After all, he had incited that look a few times before. He could only stare in those eyes, unable to look away almost as if the other Seer had cast a spell over him just by looking at him like that. He was tempted to ask what that meant exactly, but he was pretty sure he was starting to get a good idea.
At the sound of his name, Tristan dove in for a kiss, yet after a minute pulled back, "Are you ok," he asked in all serious and he didn't just mean about the hiccups.
Breathless.... every time he thought, dazed. It took him a moment to register the question, "Hu? Oh..." he took a deep breath. After a slight minute, and his gaze moving to Tristan’s shoulder, he answered, having figured out his own feelings on the question. Yeah, he had been angry, but he knew the reasoning. Tristan had apologized and promised not to leave him like that again, so it was enough for him. He turned his eyes back up to the other Seers, "Yeah. I am. Are you?" he asked, his fingers playing with the boys shirt that hung right over him.
"I am now," he answered softly.
Soran smiled. Reaching up he ran his fingers through the boys hair. It was soft, "Good," he answered and then wrapped his arms around the boys neck and pulled himself up to his ear, "Want to know something?"
"What," Tristan asked curious
With a smile, he pressed his lips against Tristan’s throat briefly, "I love you," he said, "Totally... freaking in love with you. You could even say Im
high off you. Kind of funny, isn’t it?"
"No," Tristan answered sort of blushing and breathless at the same time, "I love you also, Soran. I am not ever going to let you go, you know that right."
Though he blushed, he nodded. His heart pounded hard at the boys declaration, "I know that. Although," he said with a glint in his eye, "about that whole, torture thing, you’ll have to catch me first," he grinned and then slipped out from under Tristan, landing on floor neatly and pounced for the pillow to prepare to throw it at the other.
"Oh you sneaky little tease," Tristan said in a huff and turned, "and yeah I know...you aren't little in the least." He grinned slightly. "Just give up Soran, you know you want to."
He blushed, the pillow clutched tightly in his hand, "You...." he huffed, eyes wide, "Now who is sneaky?" he stuck his tongue out and flung the pillow at Tristan anyway, "I won’t make it easy for you this time, you want it, you better come get it,
sexy man" he grinned as he moved to get some distance.
"Okay if that is how you want it," he said after catching the pillow and placing it back on his bed, he got up slowly, and almost prowled around the other as he looked for any weakness
Soran grinned at the red haired boy, his heart racing though as he moved with Tristan, keeping the distance as best he could, "You know, I really must say, that shirt... very revealing. Look at all that muscle, so hot. God, Tristan, you really are attractive. I think I might want to kiss you
everywhere," he teased, trying to see if he could provoke the other so that he could continue his little charade.
Tristan blushed slightly, "I know what you are doing Soran, and well the shirt is just getting in the way." He took it off and threw it toward the closet. "Now what if I start with you, those absolutely breath-taking eyes of yours."
Soran blushed furiously now,
Crap... he’s onto me... I really gotta try something else next time he thought to himself as his gaze left the boys face to his shirtless upper frame. He sucked in a deep breath as he took a step back. Unfortunately, he hadn’t quite been paying attention to his surroundings, and his foot caught the chair. Stumbling, he hit the floor, "Ow..." he moaned, and then gasped, "Crap..."
"Soran," this time the tone was serious, he tried to catch the other as he fell, "Are you ok," Tristan asked looking at him trying to determine if anything was hurt.
He nodded a bit, "Yeah... just a bit... bruised up I think," he said with a laugh, "totally fine otherwise," he grinned at the other so that Tristan knew he was indeed alright, "I’m a lot sturdier than I look, jeez," he said and gave a playful shove to the boys shoulder. He bit his lip, "So... uh... Tristan.... about your shirt... Your leaving it off, right?"
Tristan smiled back at Soran, and then he began to chuckle, "Only for you, Soran."
He gave a light humm in return, "I see... same for you then," he reached down and pulled the edges of his own shirt up and over his head. He was going for sexy, but it probably came out as funny as he got one arm stuck for a moment and blushed furiously afterwards, "T-there. Now we are even."
Tristan was shaking his head, "Nope, wrong again, I think I won." He grinned as he leaned over to first catch the boys face and then his lips in a kiss.