cancry | It's alright if you don't know what you need

It's alright if you don't know what you need

[He knows he can't just walk away from the meeting and go back to hiding, running from his problems, pretending like it hasn't affected him. So as the meeting winds down Ruin, as subtly as he can manage especially after Wolfsbane called him out, just snags Lion's hand on the way out of the mansion. A weak smile, still looking rather dejected, but he nods in the direction of the train. Not to go up to Limbo, where a lot of the others are going, but... back down into Avaritia.]

Too many people up there... I... thought we could go to your apartment?

[Because they obviously need to talk, that's a given at this point. Ruin just doesn't want to be overheard.]

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If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to.

[ aka 'I think you're lying but I'm not going to be an asshole about it' ]

[Even that much is enough to make him shudder. No one had listened. No one had cared. He had died a little more day by day until he was almost sixteen and not once did anyone lift a brow, never mind a finger. He knew, somewhere in a logical part of his mind that it wasn't right or okay but at the same time it was so hard not to rationalize all his pain away.

He's quiet for a long moment, shifting restlessly, not even realizing that he's tearing at his cuticles with his nails. It doesn't hurt, not really, not compared to everything else. Pain was an old friend, his only constant companion.]

I have an older brother. But uh... he didn't have a crest.

[As though that explains everything perfectly.]

[His memory of crests is still foggier than Ruin's, but he knows they are important to inheritance]

...so he would not count as the first son, am I right?

[Slowly his mind works- if he lost his place at the firstborn then-]

Goddess-!

[The way he says the word, curses, really makes Ruin jump a little. Startled he finally looks up at Lion, worried, confused. He did something stupid again didn't he? He knew he wasn't supposed to talk about it, to make people worry, to reflect poorly on his House.

He doesn't know what to do, what to say, so he defaults back to the same thing he always does, always has. He laughs and shrugs dismissively, hoping to sweep whatever he'd done to upset the blond under the rug with so many other secrets.]

S-sorry, forget it.

Ruin, please, you did nothing wrong. Perhaps I am jumping to conclusions but... did your brother try to kill you?

[He hesitates, uncertain about whether he should say what he'd originally meant to or not. But... he's not there anymore. They're dead. And... and Lion has seen so much more than anyone ever has.]

Ah... y-yeah... a lot

[He wonders if that was how Ruin ended up -here-. If his brother finally managed it.]

Ruin... I'm sorry.

[it's in the past, but he knows memories feel like they are happening NOW a lot of the times- they do for him at least.]

[His breath comes out shaky but Lion didn't recoil or look down on him or dismiss it out of hand and no one has done that before, he doesn't remember the rest of his life but he feels that truth deep in his heart. No one has done that before.]

No one... ever said anything. I was a noble and I was always... covered in bruises, something broken more often than not, and I-

I wasn't supposed to make Father look bad.

Tch, your Father should have been the one protecting you, not defending it.

[He legit sounds a little angry]

[Lion sounds angry and... Ruin just looks guiltier? He doesn't even realize he's doing it but he does try to defend his father.]

I mean, it's not like he was the only one. Everyone knew. My friends knew, their parents knew, the House staff knew... it just... was part of how things worked, I guess. Everyone knew but no one wanted to say anything so they just... pretended they didn't see it.

[And then Lion sweeps in and just... acknowledges all these little broken pieces of him.]

[Lion is dense but not that dense- he notices when his anger was making Ruin uncomfortable. Not so different from when they first met, he realizes. And with budding horror: 'he is used to those that can promise violence. No wonder he disliked me on sight' and the guilt rushes over him like a wave. He softens his tone as much as he can, but lying is not his strong point]

You are safe now though. Here, with us.

[Was he? Was he really? With Lion?]

[As awkward and forced as it is the fact that he puts in the effort simultaneously makes Ruin feel guilty and touched. So he just smiles, a little sheepish. Clueless to Lion's own guilt he just curls closer to the blond, coaxing his arm around him once more. ]

I know no one can guarantee that but I do feel safe here... With you. I mean people's memories mess every one up. You should have seen me the day I remembered everything. It was pathetic. Chiron had to kick my ass down the stairs to get me to stop moping. Literally.

[He laughs as he says it, absolutely seeing nothing wrong with it. ]

[he was about to warn about his own dangers, but talk of Chiron utterly derails him]

He did what?!

[ A little spiteful teasing is not completely against character, but he's never known the older man to be so overtly cruel. Is he missing something??]

[Not to worry, Lion, nothing you can do would be worse than Miklan.]

I know I was being stupid about it... I... well was trying to climb the stairs even though I-

[He sighs, realizing that with the rain here he should take off his shoes lest his feet sit in wet socks and he just... never realizes it. So he toes off the dress shoes and, sure enough, peels off wet socks.]

The last time I remember Miklan- well the frostbite was really bad. I can't...feel any of this. [He pokes lightly at his toes and the furthermost areas of his foot itself with a little shrug.] I kept falling at first so I shouldn't have been on the stairs in the first place.

Whatever his reasons I'm sure he won't mind explaining them when I go and speak to him about it.

[His tone is light but there is a sense of Death. But when he sees the wet socks he tsks]

You said frostbite... may I see?

You really want a detailed account of how pitiful I was? Come on~

[A little nudge, the sense of foreboding hardly registering. Lion, for better or worse, is a Safe Person now. Probably for worse.

Still he pulls his feet up onto the couch so Lion can take a look if he wants.]

Medic already looked at it...

[he ignores the tease for now, sure Ruin won't like his plans for Chiron. Instead he eyes his feet, carefully pulling them into his lap]

That's good- though if it's like my sense of taste and eye I doubt medicine can do much for it now- like it healed for years in a moment. Tell me if the pressure is too much.

[he breathes into his cupped hands and presses them to the chilled feet]

That's what I tried to tell her.

[He shrugs a little, awkward at being fussed over when he has no memory of it ever happening before.]

It's... it's fine, Lion. Like I said I can't feel it so...

[So why are you doing this?]

It won't do for you to get sick, even if you can't feel it.

[It's a little awkward, trying to leave his feet in Lion's lap so he can fuss and still sit up enough to lean towards him a little. Ruin reaches out a hand to rest on the other man's arm just... needing that little bit of contact that he can feel.]

Y'know... the only times I thought he really might manage it were when I got sick... really sick... I- [A frown, looking horribly guilty all over again.] I wasn't there for my friends when they needed me... because of-

[He gestures vaguely at his feet, at the whole situation, the illness that came after the frostbite.]

He was too cowardly to try and face you directly?

[That anger is seeping back in]

I should hope your friends wouldn't have blamed you for that...

Face me? He's 6 years older than me, it's never been a fight.

[A quiet little scoff, a shake of his head. Don't be silly Lion. But more importantly...]

People died... important people. [Not like him but real actually important people.] And I couldn't even go to their funerals... I wasn't there.

Fellow nobility?

[Knowing how much OLDER Miklan was just made him madder- so he tries to focus on this other subject]

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[He's quiet for a long, long moment, looking horribly guilty and upset.]

........ the King.

I see...

[Something itches at his mind- he has facts: he is likely royalty, something Bad happened in both their memories. His brow furrows as if thinking deeply... then he hisses, rubbing his temple with his free hand]

Ah, excuse me- my.... migraines have been setting off suddenly as of late. You... it would certainly be a greater disrespect to collapse at the funeral of a King, would it not?

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