WHO: Sebastian, Kadaj & Yazoo WHEN: During the Bebop Wars Event WHERE: District 3 - Chastity WHAT: Reconnecting WARNINGS: Oh probably. Let’s just put a blanket CW down for violence, language, physical and mental trauma since who knows what could come up.
[When Yazoo had made that decision to jump off of the ledge of a skyscraper in construction, it had been with the knowledge that he would have no control over where exactly he’d be deposited within the city once he hit that ridiculous bubble that had been suspended several floors below. To his wary and weary mind, it had been the best of several bad options after a long and unending series of testing and taxing experiences that had left him as jittery as a feral cat locked inside a kennel full of junkyard dogs. The Amplitheater had left him with his wits but taken away any sliver of chance there may have been at finding an ally by immediately and indefinitely keeping him in a role that would guarantee it, just as easily as it had denied him an opportunity to search for an exit by leaving him constantly hounded and under duress regardless of whether or not he complied.
The brief moment where he’d discovered one of his own brothers there had seemed to be a turning point but that had simply been a ruse by whatever force dictated events inside the dome to give him a sense of false hope as he’d only had a handful of minutes with Kadaj before they were driven apart by a wedge of toy soldiers with nothing else on their minds but to see to it that the taller Remnant found no relief or solace. Even now, he wasn’t certain that his brother had learned enough about the city beyond the Amplitheater to understand where he’d tried to direct him in the last few moments he’d had eyes upon his brother.
There was a blur of violence and pain after that as wave after wave of people playing SFD agents and Bounty Hunters had been continually driven after him with reckless abandon. It would have been amusing if it hadn’t been so damn unceasing. It seemed like he’d barely caught his breath from one run-in when another started, regardless of if Yazoo had played into the role of Space Terrorist or not as battle after battle took its toll upon him.
At least until the powers that be decided to throw their last insult upon him by sending the last person he’d expected to see out to end him. There was no doubt in Yazoo’s mind that that had been the true intent of that final exchange; the invisible audience had wanted a tragedy and whatever was in control had attempted to create one. Maybe it would have even worked had Yazoo been just a little slower, a little more worn and less on edge. And if Sebastian had been more lost in his own part that he couldn't be shocked out of it, though the Remnant still wasn’t sure what had done it.
That whole exchange had been both painful and so ludicrous it made him skeptical of his own grip upon the reality of the situation. He should have let the furious man with Sebastian have his victory. Let the Bounty Hunters win. That’s how those stories were supposed to play out, weren’t they? It certainly would have left him less confused and conflicted as he had been when the older man had reached out to him, as if Sebastian had truly thought any good could have come from Yazoo accepting his offer. They all would have been cast into the fire then.
It had probably been a foolish and rash choice to attempt to communicate where he and his brother could be found later on as well but again, he had no idea if either would come to the correct conclusion and at this point, there was very little he could do about it now.
The exit popped open and left him in freefall for several moments before he was greeted by a cold plunge into flowing water that left him wheeling for a moment before he was able to kick his way back up with a gasp for air as soon as he broke through the surface. His eyes were dazzled by the impossible sight before him as he took in his surroundings. It was as if the sky was split in two; half of it was clearly the projected stars and moon of the night sky but the other side seemed to be midday with the sun high in the sky still. It took him a few moments to realize that he’d been dropped into the river between Wrath and Diligence which was about as far from where he wanted to be as possible. Yazoo mentally groaned to himself as he swam for the shoreline then he spent the next several hours navigating the needlessly complex streets and train line through the City until he was once more dry and faced with the disgusting kaleidoscope of pinks that seemed to make up the third district.
Once there, he simply when to the aptly named Third Park and intentionally chose a location that was easily too visible from all directions as he ignored the warbling amateur singers, jugglers and various other hobby enthusiasts that seemed to plague the various parks and sidewalks of the district as he paced a slow and steady circle, despite his aching body’s protest and fatigue. He just had to lay his own eyes upon them outside of that Hellscape to know that they had all escaped successfully. After that, he told himself he didn’t care what happened. He just needed to know everyone had gotten away in one piece this time.
Time stretched on and Yazoo soon realized that there was still yet a new type of Hell to be trapped in, the Hell of not knowing...]
[Once Sebastian left the theater and the bar he ended up in along with Finnick, his mind starts reeling.
He's sure that Yazoo tried to send him a message through his weird talking; he has spent too much time listening to William and his plans and learned his codes to communicate to not notice the strange way that Yazoo talked and how often he pointed towards the number three. Too often to be a mere coincidence, or a simple reference to Yazoo and his brothers.
It doesn't take much of course to understand the meaning behind it all, District 3 being right next door in all it's glory, and one look at the map confirms that a place even meets the pattern as well. "Third park" being his goal, and Sebastian doesn't hesitate to make his way there.
Public transport is still new to him, but he manages, quickly adapting to the new technology, his past with Herder thankfully helping him to learn new things with ample speed.
He eventually finds himself in the district and close to the place that he thinks must be the right one. His heart is beating like crazy, his palm feels sweaty, even though he doesn't quite know why. The closer he comes to the park, it seems to get worse, his stomach feeling like someone keeps twisting it, even.
It's a nice park, crowded with people enjoying the everlasting spring (at least until the district switches again), but Sebastian's sharp eyes are pointed at the figure who seems to almost be in the center of it all, pointedly picking a bench that's visible from all sites. And there he sees a figure that has become way too familiar: tall, long and silver hair, pale skin.
His steps seem to become slower and faster at the same time, wanting to reach him as quickly as possible, and yet scared of what might happen as he does.]
[ Running into Yazoo had been a bit of a reprieve. It had allowed him to see, for a brief moment, that his brother was alright. Though, he'd been annoyed at how short that visit was. SFD and bounty hunters had come for his brother and they'd sent the hounds after them. That did not, however, stop them from being separated.
There had been some weird bubble, something his brother had explained, and he'd found his way out of the Amplitheater. Though he hadn't wanted to leave him in there. No, he'd wanted to head back in and find him. Not being able to fight by his brother's side had gotten to him.
He did not, unfortunately, know the city that well. Yes, he had roamed it a bit and learned a little but not enough. Not in his eyes anyway. It's what led him to wandering around. His brother had wanted them to meet. He would get back to Yazoo, if it was the last thing that he did.
Crowded areas were not something he preferred. There were always too many people. So many. Yet, there was no voice in his head telling him how low on the totem pole they were. No voice to say that they were inferior beings. How odd it was not to have Sephiroth's voice in his head anymore, whispering words only he could hear.
Once the district is found and he takes note of where his brother is he narrows his eyes. Oh, he's noticed Sebastian but the other was not someone he was too worried about at the moment. Something felt off.
Without any hesitation, and to get away from the crowds, he allows himself to shift to black mist. Did he care if Sebastian noticed? No, he didn't. His focus was on his brother. The only person in the strange place that meant anything to him.
Of course, when he slips back into his material form he's closer, away from the crowd, and moves to further gain distance to his brother's side. ]
[There was a low sting in him. All the aches and pains were slowly setting in now that the constant pressure of the Amplitheater were missing. Still, there was more than enough concerns and worries coursing through his mind to continue to stave those minor issues away as he kept his relentless pacing back and forth across the small clearing with its lone bench.
Yazoo had no idea if Sebastian had returned to the city yet, or if he was still inside the event for whatever reason. He hoped that his own brother had stayed out of it once he'd escaped but even then the taller Remnant had no manner of knowing. He could only keep himself visible and practice patience as he waited.
It was an unfamiliar sensation, this hoping thing. He was unaccustomed to leaving the situation up to chance and the actions of others for the outcome that he wanted. Pursuing a goal by not pursuing it seemed almost to be an oxymoron in approach. But it was impossible to control the direction of events inside the Amplitheater directly as he had come to realize, if it could be controlled at all. And, oh how he'd tried this time only to find himself in a worse position that even he'd expected. There must be some trick to it, some way to push for the direction that one wanted...
Contemplation for another time and another place. Currently there were much more important things at hand as he turned to continued his pacing, only to spot a familiar figure making his way through the crowd, taller than most by a fairly decent amount, that made his chest ache with an unfamiliar sensation. The surprised gasp of a woman off to the side though drew Yazoo's attention towards here as a black mist consolidated once more into the determined stride of his brother, even as it re-solidified into the other Remnant.
They had both survived, both made it out and found their ways here. The wash of relief as his eyes flicked from one to the other as he unconsciously held his breath, as if doing anything else would somehow break whatever was happening in that moment and undo it all. As if he were afraid to wake up and discover that he was still somehow trapped inside the illusionary world of the dome so far away from them and yet always in sight of everyone like an ominous presence that could never be fully shaken off.
The nervous energy that had kept him going grew more intense, more hard to ignore as Yazoo found himself shaking out his hands at his sides to try and relieve even a touch of it. Much more and he wondered if he would actually burst like it felt as if he were on the edge of doing even as he took several steps forward to shorten the distance between them all as well. There had been more than enough distance for far too long now. It was practically painful.]
[Sebastian's feet carry him, drawing him almost by an invisible force towards the man he wasn't sure he would ever see again. But now that he does, he can't explain what's going on inside him.
He feels relief, more than anything, to see that Yazoo is fine, and apparently unharmed, despite what happened in the theater. But there is also an ache that he has felt rarely ever before.
He does not look left or right, his gaze laser focused on his target, even more so than if he were on a job. He doesn't notice the black smoke turning into another figure, looking so similar to Yazoo and yet now he wonders how he could ever confuse them. Wishful thinking, maybe, that blinded him in that moment.
However now he is sure, he simply knows that this is him, and before he even knows it, he is standing right in front of Yazoo.
He isn't sure what to say, or what to do, he just looks at him with such a fondness, another wave of relief washing over him to be able to look into these green eyes again. His hand twitches, wanting to reach out and touch - finally touch him - but he isn't sure if Yazoo would even want to be touched. Nor does he know what to say. Not really, so all he brings over his lips is one single word.]
[ The Amplitheater had not been fun, not to him. Not that he'd been in it long. He was still upset that it had separated him from his brother. Of course, he'd also headed into the thing of his own free will too at one point. When him and Sebastian had decided to look for Yazoo. Honestly? The younger remnant still wasn't overly fond of the place.
Hearing some woman gasp is something that he ignores. Did he care that his black mist startled someone? No. Not when his sole purpose was to get to his brother. To make sure that the other was alright. Something that he was sure he wasn't, not with the pacing that he seemed to be doing, just as he'd also noticed those shaking hands.
Sebastian didn't seem to be that far from him either. Though, once he is in front of his brother he reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, that touch firm and unyielding as he stares into matching cat-like green eyes.
For the moment? His focus was on Yazoo. That doesn't stop him from looking over toward Sebastian and seeing that look in the other's eyes or hearing the way the man says his brother's name. ]
You're both alright?
[ A simple question. One that shouldn't be seen as worry. Much less when he's never truly worried about anything in his life. Nor would he admit that it was an emotion he had. ]
[Yazoo found himself lost for a moment. The world distant and hushed as the steady aching in his chest seems to evolve into a vice like squeeze that felt like it was forcing his heart up into his throat that left him unable to speak in that second despite his desire to from that familiar and tender look in the raven haired man's eyes and the gentle tone in his voice as he hears his own name.
Would he have even been able to break whatever spell it was had his brother not done it for him? The grip on his should was also familiar and above all else, safe. Kadaj's voice was so clear and close that it brought the world back to Yazoo, dragged his eyes away from Sebastian's and made him remember where they all were.
He blinked first, his focus upon his brother's face as he noted the question. Both? A silver brow arched slightly in silent inquiry of Kadaj's interesting choice of word but he didn't voice the question aloud so much as he nodded once as he raised his hand and returned the gesture with a reassuring squeeze of his own upon Kadaj's upper arm. He wouldn't claim to be alright or fine, not yet at least, but he would be now, eventually. That much he was certain of in this particular moment.
But it wasn't long before his attention drifted back to the unlikely addition to their little reunion as Yazoo finally managed to swallow down that lump in his throat long enough to acknowledge how much the scant distance bothered him. And before he could even register his own actions, he was the one stepping forward as he struck first and fast like a snake though most vipers wouldn't be content to grip their prey in a tight and wordless embrace. Let alone feel as though an eons worth of waiting had finally been lifted from their scaled shoulders.]
[Sebastian finally acknowledges Kadaj, when Yazoo looks away and breaks their eye contact, leaving Sebastian as though a magic spell has been broken. He can ground himself somewhat, giving Kadaj a brief nod.
No, he's not truly alright, there is still an urge, a need inside of him that is as strong as rarely anything has ever been within him. But he tries to tell him that it must be enough that Yazoo is right there, in front of him, clearly breathing and at least looking .. somewhat alright, the shadows under his eyes, accentuated through pale skin, aside.
But it's already a relief to see the two brothers reuniting, even though it's much less of a warm welcome than what he might have expected. Though, given the practical nature that Kadaj had displayed, Sebastian maybe shouldn't be all that surprised.
He doesn't expect Yazoo to move however, and while Sebastian's own hands still urge to finally touch the other, after what had felt like months of yearning and not being able to reach for one another, they remain unmoving in the very first moment when arms wrap around him and he suddenly feels the weight of a body against his.
But then he moves, wrapping his arms tightly around Yazoo and holding him close, while one hand finds it's way into silky, silver hair, burying his face in the crook of the other's neck as he just holds him and finally breathes in the other's scent and warmth.]
I am so happy to see you're alive. That you're real ..!
[ Honestly? Kadaj isn't sure why he asked about both of them when Yazoo was the one that meant something. Though, he didn't particularly mind the man who he'd stabbed upon first meeting. Not that he'd ever admit to something like that. So, for the moment those eyes just watch his brother. Watch Yazoo and keep Sebastian in his line of sight.
Feeling that squeeze on his upper arm gives him a bit of peace, but not much. Not when those cat-like green eyes are watching his brother and Sebastian both. Watching his brother do something that they don't do. Affection. Hugs. Those were not things they were truly familiar with. Not outside of one another.
He does, however, give Sebastian a nod in return before watching the two of them. Though, after a moment his attention is on his brother. The way that Yazoo was holding himself and those cat-like green eyes narrow. ]
You're hurt. Though, we should get out of this crowded place.
[ His brother needed to be properly looked over and he wouldn't be satisfied until he was. No matter the fact that their bodies healed at a better rate than a normal human's body did. ]
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Bebop Wars Conclusion
Date: 2024-06-07 10:51 am (UTC)WHEN: During the Bebop Wars Event
WHERE: District 3 - Chastity
WHAT: Reconnecting
WARNINGS: Oh probably. Let’s just put a blanket CW down for violence, language, physical and mental trauma since who knows what could come up.
[When Yazoo had made that decision to jump off of the ledge of a skyscraper in construction, it had been with the knowledge that he would have no control over where exactly he’d be deposited within the city once he hit that ridiculous bubble that had been suspended several floors below. To his wary and weary mind, it had been the best of several bad options after a long and unending series of testing and taxing experiences that had left him as jittery as a feral cat locked inside a kennel full of junkyard dogs. The Amplitheater had left him with his wits but taken away any sliver of chance there may have been at finding an ally by immediately and indefinitely keeping him in a role that would guarantee it, just as easily as it had denied him an opportunity to search for an exit by leaving him constantly hounded and under duress regardless of whether or not he complied.
The brief moment where he’d discovered one of his own brothers there had seemed to be a turning point but that had simply been a ruse by whatever force dictated events inside the dome to give him a sense of false hope as he’d only had a handful of minutes with Kadaj before they were driven apart by a wedge of toy soldiers with nothing else on their minds but to see to it that the taller Remnant found no relief or solace. Even now, he wasn’t certain that his brother had learned enough about the city beyond the Amplitheater to understand where he’d tried to direct him in the last few moments he’d had eyes upon his brother.
There was a blur of violence and pain after that as wave after wave of people playing SFD agents and Bounty Hunters had been continually driven after him with reckless abandon. It would have been amusing if it hadn’t been so damn unceasing. It seemed like he’d barely caught his breath from one run-in when another started, regardless of if Yazoo had played into the role of Space Terrorist or not as battle after battle took its toll upon him.
At least until the powers that be decided to throw their last insult upon him by sending the last person he’d expected to see out to end him. There was no doubt in Yazoo’s mind that that had been the true intent of that final exchange; the invisible audience had wanted a tragedy and whatever was in control had attempted to create one. Maybe it would have even worked had Yazoo been just a little slower, a little more worn and less on edge. And if Sebastian had been more lost in his own part that he couldn't be shocked out of it, though the Remnant still wasn’t sure what had done it.
That whole exchange had been both painful and so ludicrous it made him skeptical of his own grip upon the reality of the situation. He should have let the furious man with Sebastian have his victory. Let the Bounty Hunters win. That’s how those stories were supposed to play out, weren’t they? It certainly would have left him less confused and conflicted as he had been when the older man had reached out to him, as if Sebastian had truly thought any good could have come from Yazoo accepting his offer. They all would have been cast into the fire then.
It had probably been a foolish and rash choice to attempt to communicate where he and his brother could be found later on as well but again, he had no idea if either would come to the correct conclusion and at this point, there was very little he could do about it now.
The exit popped open and left him in freefall for several moments before he was greeted by a cold plunge into flowing water that left him wheeling for a moment before he was able to kick his way back up with a gasp for air as soon as he broke through the surface. His eyes were dazzled by the impossible sight before him as he took in his surroundings. It was as if the sky was split in two; half of it was clearly the projected stars and moon of the night sky but the other side seemed to be midday with the sun high in the sky still. It took him a few moments to realize that he’d been dropped into the river between Wrath and Diligence which was about as far from where he wanted to be as possible. Yazoo mentally groaned to himself as he swam for the shoreline then he spent the next several hours navigating the needlessly complex streets and train line through the City until he was once more dry and faced with the disgusting kaleidoscope of pinks that seemed to make up the third district.
Once there, he simply when to the aptly named Third Park and intentionally chose a location that was easily too visible from all directions as he ignored the warbling amateur singers, jugglers and various other hobby enthusiasts that seemed to plague the various parks and sidewalks of the district as he paced a slow and steady circle, despite his aching body’s protest and fatigue. He just had to lay his own eyes upon them outside of that Hellscape to know that they had all escaped successfully. After that, he told himself he didn’t care what happened. He just needed to know everyone had gotten away in one piece this time.
Time stretched on and Yazoo soon realized that there was still yet a new type of Hell to be trapped in, the Hell of not knowing...]
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Date: 2024-06-07 08:40 pm (UTC)He's sure that Yazoo tried to send him a message through his weird talking; he has spent too much time listening to William and his plans and learned his codes to communicate to not notice the strange way that Yazoo talked and how often he pointed towards the number three.
Too often to be a mere coincidence, or a simple reference to Yazoo and his brothers.
It doesn't take much of course to understand the meaning behind it all, District 3 being right next door in all it's glory, and one look at the map confirms that a place even meets the pattern as well.
"Third park" being his goal, and Sebastian doesn't hesitate to make his way there.
Public transport is still new to him, but he manages, quickly adapting to the new technology, his past with Herder thankfully helping him to learn new things with ample speed.
He eventually finds himself in the district and close to the place that he thinks must be the right one.
His heart is beating like crazy, his palm feels sweaty, even though he doesn't quite know why.
The closer he comes to the park, it seems to get worse, his stomach feeling like someone keeps twisting it, even.
It's a nice park, crowded with people enjoying the everlasting spring (at least until the district switches again), but Sebastian's sharp eyes are pointed at the figure who seems to almost be in the center of it all, pointedly picking a bench that's visible from all sites.
And there he sees a figure that has become way too familiar: tall, long and silver hair, pale skin.
His steps seem to become slower and faster at the same time, wanting to reach him as quickly as possible, and yet scared of what might happen as he does.]
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Date: 2024-06-08 06:08 am (UTC)There had been some weird bubble, something his brother had explained, and he'd found his way out of the Amplitheater. Though he hadn't wanted to leave him in there. No, he'd wanted to head back in and find him. Not being able to fight by his brother's side had gotten to him.
He did not, unfortunately, know the city that well. Yes, he had roamed it a bit and learned a little but not enough. Not in his eyes anyway. It's what led him to wandering around. His brother had wanted them to meet. He would get back to Yazoo, if it was the last thing that he did.
Crowded areas were not something he preferred. There were always too many people. So many. Yet, there was no voice in his head telling him how low on the totem pole they were. No voice to say that they were inferior beings. How odd it was not to have Sephiroth's voice in his head anymore, whispering words only he could hear.
Once the district is found and he takes note of where his brother is he narrows his eyes. Oh, he's noticed Sebastian but the other was not someone he was too worried about at the moment. Something felt off.
Without any hesitation, and to get away from the crowds, he allows himself to shift to black mist. Did he care if Sebastian noticed? No, he didn't. His focus was on his brother. The only person in the strange place that meant anything to him.
Of course, when he slips back into his material form he's closer, away from the crowd, and moves to further gain distance to his brother's side. ]
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Date: 2024-06-23 07:04 am (UTC)Yazoo had no idea if Sebastian had returned to the city yet, or if he was still inside the event for whatever reason. He hoped that his own brother had stayed out of it once he'd escaped but even then the taller Remnant had no manner of knowing. He could only keep himself visible and practice patience as he waited.
It was an unfamiliar sensation, this hoping thing. He was unaccustomed to leaving the situation up to chance and the actions of others for the outcome that he wanted. Pursuing a goal by not pursuing it seemed almost to be an oxymoron in approach. But it was impossible to control the direction of events inside the Amplitheater directly as he had come to realize, if it could be controlled at all. And, oh how he'd tried this time only to find himself in a worse position that even he'd expected. There must be some trick to it, some way to push for the direction that one wanted...
Contemplation for another time and another place. Currently there were much more important things at hand as he turned to continued his pacing, only to spot a familiar figure making his way through the crowd, taller than most by a fairly decent amount, that made his chest ache with an unfamiliar sensation. The surprised gasp of a woman off to the side though drew Yazoo's attention towards here as a black mist consolidated once more into the determined stride of his brother, even as it re-solidified into the other Remnant.
They had both survived, both made it out and found their ways here. The wash of relief as his eyes flicked from one to the other as he unconsciously held his breath, as if doing anything else would somehow break whatever was happening in that moment and undo it all. As if he were afraid to wake up and discover that he was still somehow trapped inside the illusionary world of the dome so far away from them and yet always in sight of everyone like an ominous presence that could never be fully shaken off.
The nervous energy that had kept him going grew more intense, more hard to ignore as Yazoo found himself shaking out his hands at his sides to try and relieve even a touch of it. Much more and he wondered if he would actually burst like it felt as if he were on the edge of doing even as he took several steps forward to shorten the distance between them all as well. There had been more than enough distance for far too long now. It was practically painful.]
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Date: 2024-06-23 06:11 pm (UTC)But now that he does, he can't explain what's going on inside him.
He feels relief, more than anything, to see that Yazoo is fine, and apparently unharmed, despite what happened in the theater.
But there is also an ache that he has felt rarely ever before.
He does not look left or right, his gaze laser focused on his target, even more so than if he were on a job.
He doesn't notice the black smoke turning into another figure, looking so similar to Yazoo and yet now he wonders how he could ever confuse them.
Wishful thinking, maybe, that blinded him in that moment.
However now he is sure, he simply knows that this is him, and before he even knows it, he is standing right in front of Yazoo.
He isn't sure what to say, or what to do, he just looks at him with such a fondness, another wave of relief washing over him to be able to look into these green eyes again.
His hand twitches, wanting to reach out and touch - finally touch him - but he isn't sure if Yazoo would even want to be touched.
Nor does he know what to say. Not really, so all he brings over his lips is one single word.]
Yazoo ..
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Date: 2024-06-24 08:47 am (UTC)Hearing some woman gasp is something that he ignores. Did he care that his black mist startled someone? No. Not when his sole purpose was to get to his brother. To make sure that the other was alright. Something that he was sure he wasn't, not with the pacing that he seemed to be doing, just as he'd also noticed those shaking hands.
Sebastian didn't seem to be that far from him either. Though, once he is in front of his brother he reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, that touch firm and unyielding as he stares into matching cat-like green eyes.
For the moment? His focus was on Yazoo. That doesn't stop him from looking over toward Sebastian and seeing that look in the other's eyes or hearing the way the man says his brother's name. ]
You're both alright?
[ A simple question. One that shouldn't be seen as worry. Much less when he's never truly worried about anything in his life. Nor would he admit that it was an emotion he had. ]
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Date: 2024-06-24 09:40 am (UTC)Would he have even been able to break whatever spell it was had his brother not done it for him? The grip on his should was also familiar and above all else, safe. Kadaj's voice was so clear and close that it brought the world back to Yazoo, dragged his eyes away from Sebastian's and made him remember where they all were.
He blinked first, his focus upon his brother's face as he noted the question. Both? A silver brow arched slightly in silent inquiry of Kadaj's interesting choice of word but he didn't voice the question aloud so much as he nodded once as he raised his hand and returned the gesture with a reassuring squeeze of his own upon Kadaj's upper arm. He wouldn't claim to be alright or fine, not yet at least, but he would be now, eventually. That much he was certain of in this particular moment.
But it wasn't long before his attention drifted back to the unlikely addition to their little reunion as Yazoo finally managed to swallow down that lump in his throat long enough to acknowledge how much the scant distance bothered him. And before he could even register his own actions, he was the one stepping forward as he struck first and fast like a snake though most vipers wouldn't be content to grip their prey in a tight and wordless embrace. Let alone feel as though an eons worth of waiting had finally been lifted from their scaled shoulders.]
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Date: 2024-06-24 08:11 pm (UTC)He can ground himself somewhat, giving Kadaj a brief nod.
No, he's not truly alright, there is still an urge, a need inside of him that is as strong as rarely anything has ever been within him.
But he tries to tell him that it must be enough that Yazoo is right there, in front of him, clearly breathing and at least looking .. somewhat alright, the shadows under his eyes, accentuated through pale skin, aside.
But it's already a relief to see the two brothers reuniting, even though it's much less of a warm welcome than what he might have expected. Though, given the practical nature that Kadaj had displayed, Sebastian maybe shouldn't be all that surprised.
He doesn't expect Yazoo to move however, and while Sebastian's own hands still urge to finally touch the other, after what had felt like months of yearning and not being able to reach for one another, they remain unmoving in the very first moment when arms wrap around him and he suddenly feels the weight of a body against his.
But then he moves, wrapping his arms tightly around Yazoo and holding him close, while one hand finds it's way into silky, silver hair, burying his face in the crook of the other's neck as he just holds him and finally breathes in the other's scent and warmth.]
I am so happy to see you're alive. That you're real ..!
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Date: 2024-06-25 11:51 am (UTC)Feeling that squeeze on his upper arm gives him a bit of peace, but not much. Not when those cat-like green eyes are watching his brother and Sebastian both. Watching his brother do something that they don't do. Affection. Hugs. Those were not things they were truly familiar with. Not outside of one another.
He does, however, give Sebastian a nod in return before watching the two of them. Though, after a moment his attention is on his brother. The way that Yazoo was holding himself and those cat-like green eyes narrow. ]
You're hurt. Though, we should get out of this crowded place.
[ His brother needed to be properly looked over and he wouldn't be satisfied until he was. No matter the fact that their bodies healed at a better rate than a normal human's body did. ]