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[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"We are dead to rights born and raised
We are thick and thin 'til our last days
So hold me close and I'll surrender to your heart"

Each step was unsteady for the man, and he hated it. Hated it enough that, were it not for his groceries, he would have shifted to his natural form simply because he was more steady on four feet then two. Blinking his electric greens as best he could to try and focus on the fae a small smile pulled his lips at her response. "I'm surprised you noticed.. I did not think I was that predictable."

Looking up as they reached the doors to his bar he carefully balanced one of the bags while he took his keys out to unlock them out of habit, kicking them open once he could before slipping inside. "Thank you though.. I do appreciate it." A soft smile slid to the masculine's lips as he turned to again look at the wolfess, his vision starting to very slowly focus in. Finally. Turning back to his groceries he carefully pulled out what he'd picked up for the bar, thinking as he did so only to pause after a few moments. "When you found me.. was I saying anything?"


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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

He was smiling at her. Instinct probably would have told her to smile back, but she had little intention of following; what good would it really do? Instead, she merely allowed her lobes to flick slightly, acknowledging the fact that she had seen him, before she continued to glance ahead. Not necessarily avoiding eye contact, just prefering not to have to contort herself needlessly. At his comment, she blinked slowly, "Prediction is not difficult given time." Ironically, she had only been staying with them for a couple of weeks - but, being a silent silhouette, she was rarely distracted from observations of others, allowing her to pick up on routines faster than most.

At his gratitude, she nodded slowly, following him in - her pace still surprisingly steady for her condition, her fur deciding it was time to flatten out. "Only natural concern," she rasped, basically telling him to think little specialty of it. He helped her; she owed him. At his question, however, she tilted her cranium the slightest bit, recollecting her thoughts. "No. You were only writhing and groaning," she paused - but eventually she glanced up at him with a question of 'why' in her moonstones.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"You know how to give and how to take
You see every hope I locked away
So pull me close and surrender to my heart"

The alabaster fae had a point with that statement, and it had Seiko frowning as he thought. "I suppose that's true..." He spoke idly as he paused in his actions, silver hair slipping over his vision slightly. Shaking it off, even though it made his vision swim momentarily, emeralds once more flicked back to the fae. "Aw, that's all?" Not being able to stop the small teasing flirt he smiled softly a second or two later so she knew he was simply playing, not trying to make her uncomfortable. Even though he had the feeling he probably had just done so.. whoops.

Thankfully, it sounded like he hadn't been whispering in his sleep, or screaming for that matter. It allowed a breath of relief to escape his lips before glancing back to her yet again only to see the questioning. And it brought hesitation to his bodice as he looked back to the bags of groceries. Did he really want to open that can of worms with her? Hell, Kiki seemed to barely understand his nightmares, and the only reason he'd told her is because of the times he'd woken her up by screaming in bed with her or throwing himself across the room from her unexpected touch... "Let's go upstairs. I need to put these away." So it was a stall for time, a rather obvious one at that, but he didnt care. He needed that little confidence boost as he moved to lock the bar up once more before going back to his groceries to take them up to his apartment.


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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

Dimmed moonstones blinked slowly, the pallid female doing her best to recognize a playfulness rather than deathly atmosphere. It would still take her time to adjust to his flirtatious kind of personality - but she supposed nothing could really make her uncomfortable at such a point in her life. Difficult to mind when it was difficult to feel.

His hesitation was obvious, the atmosphere instantly changing. She had tapped into something that had little good - although, honestly, her life was never good to her. What would be different now? Nightmares were nothing light either, not in her world; the only reason they barely affected her anymore was due to the fact that she had gone completely numb. At his suggestion to go upstairs, she nodded and picked herself up, trailing after him slowly as he began to pick up.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Before the flame goes out tonight
Yeah, we'll live until we die
So come out, come out, come out
Won't you turn my soul into a raging fire?"

Thoughts rambled around in the hunter's head as he carefully made his way to the door in the back that led to the stairs up to his home, wrestling with the door and the grocery bags at the same time. What could he really say to Amaya? Despite suspecting she suffered from her own demons, was it really okay for him to speak of his, especially when he didnt even understand them? He still didn't know the faces and voices he saw and heard, he didnt understand the agony of their loses, and he didnt understand the blood and death. ... Most of all, he never understood the pain that ripped through him in the nightmares where he died, where his stomach was gashed open and he was forced to watch those blurred figures fight in front of him... the feeling of failure.

He quickly shook it off as his mind started to fog, signalling to him he was pushing his luck with how he was studying the nightmares. Of course. Wanting to growl in annoyance but refraining he moved to his kitchen once he'd unlocked and entered his home, unpacking the groceries carefully. "would you like anything? I picked up some more of the beef that you'd seemed fond of." If one could really call it being fond of.. honestly. it more or less just seemed like she'd tolerated eating it, which was concerning for the man even as he hid it.


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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

Patience was probably her main specialty - remaining silent and unbothered by a lack of response the entire time he fumbled with everything he was preoccupied with. His body language wasn't impossible to read, however; the way he was tensed, the way his movements seemed to lack complete incentive - she knew he wasn't just physically preoccupied. The atmosphere, at first sensation, probably didn't change, but for someone like her, she could tell it was growing slightly tense; tense from concern and uncertainty, confusion.

She seated herself down in a corner of the kitchen as he began to unpack, once again fading to the brink of existence. As he asked if she wanted anything, she noted that she hadn't eaten anything since lunch the day before - but honestly, her appetite still didn't appreciate an abundance of food. It didn't care for food at all, actually. So in response, she merely shrugged, signaling that it meant little to her - basically that she didn't want anything. But she knew how he and the red fae were when it came to her health, so usually, they only backed off if she refused enough. Which.. her being her, tended to never happen. She never really finished a meal anyway.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Come out, come out, come out
Won't you turn my soul into a raging fire?"

Attempting to keep himself preoccupied once he'd forcefully pushed the thoughts out of his mind the masculine glanced up as he saw her sit from the corner of his emerald eyes. Her response to his question was, unfortunately, expected, and despite wanting to argue with it he gave a small smile and a nod. "How about I just make you a small piece then, and save the rest for later? If that would be okay, I don't want to force anything onto you." Maybe his actions seemed contradictory to his words, but he really did not want to force her. He was better than that.

But Sei knew he couldn't avoid her original question forever, why he'd been whimpering in his sleep. As he put the last of the cans away he let go of a soft sigh, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the counter, running his fingers along the cold stone. "I was having a nightmare when you found me." Aimiya murmured softly, brushing off a few crumbs that he could see clearly now that his vision had finally focused once more. "I'd actually passed out originally... hence why everything was just strewn around me and I was quite graceously lying on the ground." There was a soft joke in his words despite the fact his expression did not reflect the feeling. No, it actually bothered him when he passed out.. but at least she had found him this time, and not a stranger.

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

His response to her answer was expected - but unlike the response causing a feeling of partial defeat to grasp the air, she could not find the means to mind. What right did she have to mind anyway? She had no inclination for or against eating; there was just little need for it in her life. Her response was still silent, only a slight tilt down of her muzzle - signaling an agreement to the compromise. She could tell her lack of health discomforted him; after all, that was the whole reason he had insisted she stay. She had nowhere else to go; she might as well respect his wishes.

As he began to explain himself, she shifted slightly closer - not quite dragging herself but not getting up either. Of course, everything he explained, she had already concluded. In all honesty, she was more interested in the content rather than just the general idea - which could have shown in her moonstones, if he was observant enough, when she simply responded rather stoically, "They occur often." Every night. She noticed, and perhaps it was concern she was feeling. But nothing slipped past her, even in the night. Not when her sleeping patterns as erratic as they were.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"You know time will give and time will take
All the memories made will wash away
Even though we've changed, I'm still here with you"

"Do you want it cooked a little or just raw?" There was an obvious tone of contentment to his voice that she'd agreed to the compromise, a slight tug at the corner of his lips that signalled he was happy. Yet he still wanted to see how she wanted it prepared, after all, she seemed to be one of their kind who prefered to stay wolven.. Unless it currently was just to hide. Huh. He'd never really considered that before...

Bright eyes flicked over to her as she moved, watching her almost cautiously. Despite having seen she could handle herself over these past few weeks, his personality could not let go of the fatherly side, constantly wanting to aid her if ever she needed it. Indeed, he saw the question in her orbs, causing his own to flicker away to the oh-so-interesting counter once more. Did he really trust her in speaking of what haunted him at night, especially after Kiki had seemed so... put-off by it...? Perhaps not the best word, but the best he could currently think of. "Unfortunately." His response was soft, moving to rest his back against the counter as he now stared to the floor. "I assume you've seen me reacting to them before?" Now, it was hesitant. Sei didn't enjoy admitting he had weaknesses; obviously everyone did, but he was the strong one. He took care of others. Not the other way around.

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

There was the slightest shrug in her shoulders. Fact to the matter was that she didn't really care how the meat was prepared; she was never picky - never had a reason to be.

Her wolven form was simply easier to keep herself composed; there was little room for over expression - if that was even possible for her - and four legs was much easier to mask the instability in her bodice rather than two. Not to mention her fur could cover her still slightly emaciated state better than any of her clothing; any looser and she would be stumbling anyway.

His discomfort was increasing - for reasons she believed were due to past issues of others misunderstanding. As he turned, his gaze unable to meet hers. She shifted slightly closer, so that at least her shadow met his sights; these nightmares meant something significant - and the more he avoided answering it, the more convinced she became that they were as strange as hers. "I have." She was waiting for him to stop beating around the bush - and her atmosphere whispered that she could wait as long as she had to. Patience was a virtue after all.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"If you listen close, you'll hear the sound
Of all the ghosts that bring us down
Hold on to what makes you feel
Don't let go, it's what makes you real"

Noticing the shrug she gave to his question about the meat he, for now, left it alone. After all, she seemed much more interested in what his nightmares had been about than her actual well being. Part of him felt that he should be flattered, but another, more dominant part was almost upset. She needed to take care of herself.

A different squable for a different time, Sei decided. Swallowing silently as he saw her shadow come into view a moment later he sighed, moving to run his hands down his face. "Look... I'm going to sound insane but.. I can't explain them, okay? I'm not in control of what i dream after all so... try not to judge too badly...?"

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

There was a distinct blink in response to his unease, when he rather scrambled to establish the kind of air his nightmares provided; a blink that almost seemed to say, 'really?' Honestly, she questioned whether she looked like the judging type; did she ever seem alive at all? Like she was there in the first place? If she did, she supposed she could excuse his pre-justification of his nightmares - but she never thought she did. Regardless, that was none of her concern at the time. She shifted slightly closer, she attempted to meet her unwavering gaze with his flickering optics. "Judging such things is for fools."

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"If the flame goes out tonight
Yeah, we'll live until we die"

Sei couldnt help but glance up at her when she moved once more, and at her words he actually visibly relaxed ever so slightly. "You have a point there.. and you certainly are no fool." A small smile was offered, but it didnt reach his eyes, not when he ended up looking back to the floor uncertainly. Did he really want to share his nightmares...? ... Why the hell not. Maybe she could help him. She seemed wise anyway, right? Minds well try? "The night mares are... I don't really know how to describe them... They feel like memories. Like I'm actually the one /in/ them. Which actually is the case considering I always feel the pain or the choking or the agony..." The silver haired male faded off as the fog in his mind began to encroach once more, but this time he ignored it and pushed on.

"They started when I hit puberty.. And since then they've gotten more vivid and.. painful. They're part of the reason I'm terrified of swimming; let's just.. say I've dreamt one too many times of drowning and woke up choking." Quiet, rubbing at his arm as he hesitated in continuing before clearing his throat. "But.. the weirdest part is seeing the same people and wolves in my dreams, constantly. It hasnt been until recently that ive seen them clearer but.. but I feel like I should know them, love them. And I always have to see them die. And it hurts. Not just the normal nightmare ache of someone dying, but soul crushing. Like I failed them. I let them down and let them die..."

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[. Amaya Kanashimi]

Memories.. Agonized, terrifying, heart-breaking memories of someone who was lost - lost yet somehow found again in his nightmares. .. Her nightmares as well. She glanced up as he began to fade off, but he quickly snapped out of it, allowing her cranium to lower again the slightest bit. Terrified of swimming? Drowning? Her moonstones flickered, recalling a memory of her scrambling through the waters - trying to save a male that meant to world to her. Through the black waters, barely able to recognize his silhouette through the darkness of the night - throwing herself at the patch of silver fur, the glow of narrowing emerald eyes..

Another blink and she snapped out of it. Noticing him rub his arm, she padded closer to press her nose against his knee. She couldn't exactly call it an attempt to comfort him - just a sign that she was still there, and she wasn't going to harm him for his struggles. As he began to finish, she pressed into his knee again. "They sound like mine." Her silver gaze glanced up, prepared to catch his if he managed to directly look at her this time around.

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"So come out, come out, come out
Won't you turn my soul into a raging fire?"

He remained quiet after he had spoke, staring at the floor. Despite the confidence he had scrounged together to be able to tell her about the nightmares, now he wasnt so certain. What if she did turn him out over it? Granted it was his apartment, but still... What if she left? Ah hell. He should've kept quiet..

The tall man jumped at having his knee brushed with her nose, emeralds flicking down to her, searching the wolfess' expression as best he could. And her words... He stared. Sei couldn't believe it.. Was she telling the truth, or just trying to make him feel better? Blinking as they made eye contact the vagabond hesitated, looking away from her for a few moments, trying to compose himself. She didn't need to see the uncertainty plaguing his mind, showing in his gaze. "How so..?"

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