Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things When ⚔ After the party Where ⚔ Errywhere Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom
[If it isn't a good idea, he trusts Yuui to say something. Yael, if nothing else, hasn't lost an ounce of faith in his lover.
He can't feel his back as easily as Yuui can, but he can reach a hand up and around to get a rough idea. Ah, soft like a baby's ass. Yael nods his approval, silently scooting to one side to make room for Yuui in the bath.]
You think the scars will come off if you rub them hard enough?
[ It’s a good thing he didn’t get dressed earlier because it’s easy to slip into the tub by Sheza. ]
Maybe, but I’d like for them to stay if I have any say in the matter.
[ He’s gotten so used to seeing them on Sheza’s body that it would be strange to see them suddenly gone. Scars like those are a reminder of the past and the things he’s been through.
With a slight pause marred with hesitation, he finally decides to ask: ]
[Yael will never understand what other people see in his scars. To him, they're a reminder of his turbulent past. They're nothing worth paying any special attention to, but he resists the urge to sigh when Yuui asks about their origins. He heard that hesitation in his voice.]
There's a lot of them. This might take a while.
[This is Yuui's chance to rethink his question. Does he really want to know? While he waits for the inevitable confirmation, Yael motions for Yuui to turn and present his back.]
[That's the answer he expected. There are no tired, resigned sighs from Yael. Instead, as he salts his hands and begins scrubbing away, he closes his eyes and thinks back as far as his mind will take him.]
...I was a disobedient kid. I talked back to my adoptive father as soon as I knew I could. He'd whip me to keep me in line, but I never did shape up too well.
[He expected Yuui would get uptight over a story like that, but he asked. If it bothers him, he knows how to drop a conversation. Yael, for his part, continues scrubbing Yuui's back at an even pace, unfazed and unbothered.]
Indifferent. It sucked at the time, but it doesn't matter to me now.
[Besides, Yuui thinks his tractor's sexy scars are attractive, somehow, so there's really nothing to regret.]
[Yael huffs, wrapping his fingers up in Yuui's hair and tugging just hard enough to be a nuisance.]
That's not the problem. Egypt's a lot less progressive than the states, and my old man's even more traditional. You don't need to know him.
[Yael's meticulous touch sees him burrowing his thumbs into the sides of Yuui's neck to work out some stubborn kinks. He can't help it, knowing how bad this guy's posture tends to be.]
Let me guess. The ones who are still alive are bigots and assholes.
[ His head knocks back a couple of inches at that tug, and he half turns around to glare at Sheza before turning back. ]
Then he doesn't need to know about me at all. I won't let him disown you over something like that.
[ That's for the best.
As for his own family...? It takes a moment for him to form words, Sheza's thumbs digging into the knots in his neck momentarily erasing all thoughts from his mind. ]
My foster parents were. My actual family probably wouldn't care. Scandinavian countries are more progressive. My family just hates me for unrelated reasons.
[ He wants to believe Sheza doesn't care, but... maybe deep down he does. Ah, but Fai should take him at face value, shouldn't he? He can't help but go back and forth in his mind until he settles on not thinking about it any longer. ]
Good reasons to them, I'm sure.
[ And really, Fai can't fault them for it. His family is very close knit. ]
My uncle killed my parents, and I testified against him. My family never thought he was guilty, but I always did.
[ What he doesn't add is that he was scared, pressure from the investigators and the general public getting to him and making him feel like he had no other choice when all he wanted to do was run away from it all. ]
[Yikes doesn't begin to cover it. Yael's fingers briefly still, but it's a long enough pause that Yuui's surely picked up on it. When his hands resume moving, Yael's tone is just as steady, even, and disaffected.
So it would seem. In reality, his heart breaks for Yuui.]
The right thing is never the easy thing to do. Doing the right thing usually pisses people off too.
[It's good people like Yuui who suffer for their pure hearts. Yael swallows back a sigh, palming Yuui's forehead and guiding him back against his chest and pressing a brief kiss to his temple. He can't help himself.]
You're better off without people like that, family be damned.
[ This was the sort of reaction he expected, but it still takes him by surprise anyway, and it's evident in the way his eyes slightly widen when Sheza presses his lips to his temple. ]
That's the conclusion I came to, eventually. It's why I never bothered going back to Norway either.
[ As much as he wanted to see the town he grew up in and his parents' old home, the thought of potentially seeing his family out and about made him feel ill.
...Part of him wonders if Sheza has any similar feelings about Egypt. Is he worried about seeing his ex? ]
Makes sense. You've got a lot of baggage waiting for you back there.
[How presumptuous would it be to say that they could go there and make their own new, pleasant memories? Too presumptuous for a man who has lost his lover's trust.
Yael, knowing better than to be greedy, lets Yuui go. He returns to scrubbing his back, hands sweeping lower and skirting along the edge of the water.]
There's no point in going home if nothing pleasant is waiting for you there.
[ He bends forward a bit, exposing the lower part of his back to Sheza. ]
No, there isn't.
[ That much Fai agrees with, though... is it so bad to continue on with his fantasies of seeing where he grew up with Sheza? Maybe he doesn't deserve it, with the way he's opened up about his lack of trust, but he can dream. ]
I think you'd like seeing a fjord, at least. Or the Northern Lights.
[ If they ever manage to get out of this game, that is. ]
[ It's a quick, almost reflexive answer to Sheza's question that he doesn't think much of as his heart aches for more acknowledgement to the sentiment behind his mention of it.
Maybe he's lost the right to Sheza's sentimentality. Fai wouldn't be able to blame him for taking that right away from him, not in the least. ]
Other than my apartment? [ With Mokona and you there, of course. ] I think Iceland would be fun to visit. What about you?
[ Sheza and his rude, juicy ass. Fai knocks his elbow back to get poke him right in the solar plexus for that. ]
Japan would be fun...
[ He tries to keep his wording vague, unsure if Sheza would even want to go together... though he'd like to. The tense layer underpinning their conversation is difficult to navigate. ]
I want to try the desserts there.
[ Naturally, his mind goes to the pastries, especially the street food. ]
[Oww. Those bony little elbows pack a surprising punch, but Yael laughs off Yuui's assault to continue diligently scrubbing him clean. With his back out of the way, he's moved onto his upper arms, sudsy cloth gliding over the curve of a shoulder.]
Of course. [Yuui has always been a fan of sweets, hasn't he? Such a child.] Those fancy little strawberry cakes are practically made for you. I could see you sitting in a café window with a slice of the stuff and a fancy latte watching all the cute boys walk by.
[ His shoulders relax with Sheza’s careful work, the smell of the soap he’s using pleasant to his nose. If they’re going to be stuck in this game, at least the soap smells nice. ]
I’d have more than one slice, I’m sure.
[ He'd definitely look out for the attractive men, too, though…
He takes a risk. ]
I don’t know how much people watching I’d do if you’re sitting across from me, though.
[Note: don't get stuck in an MMO where the soap stinks. You'll have a bad time.
Ah... Yuui's timing is pretty auspicious. Just as Yael was fighting the urge to pull Yuui back against him and wrap his arms around those slender shoulders, he's extending an olive branch. The suggestion gives him pause, if only long enough to imagine a future in which they'll find themselves in a beautiful country surrounded by beautiful people refusing to look anywhere else but at each other.]
No?
[You've got a type, Yael thinks, but he stays his tongue. He won't risk saying something like that and trivializing Yuui's feelings as a result.]
You're a lot like that cat of yours. Sometimes I catch you sitting there staring at me. Should I start feeding you out of a can?
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He can't feel his back as easily as Yuui can, but he can reach a hand up and around to get a rough idea. Ah, soft like a baby's ass. Yael nods his approval, silently scooting to one side to make room for Yuui in the bath.]
You think the scars will come off if you rub them hard enough?
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Maybe, but I’d like for them to stay if I have any say in the matter.
[ He’s gotten so used to seeing them on Sheza’s body that it would be strange to see them suddenly gone. Scars like those are a reminder of the past and the things he’s been through.
With a slight pause marred with hesitation, he finally decides to ask: ]
How did you get them?
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There's a lot of them. This might take a while.
[This is Yuui's chance to rethink his question. Does he really want to know? While he waits for the inevitable confirmation, Yael motions for Yuui to turn and present his back.]
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He should know these things if they want to stay together. So as he turns around so Sheza can start to scrub his back, he steels his resolve. ]
That's fine with me.
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...I was a disobedient kid. I talked back to my adoptive father as soon as I knew I could. He'd whip me to keep me in line, but I never did shape up too well.
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Of course not. You're the kind of guy who will always talk back.
[ He pauses, wondering what to say. ]
How do you feel about that now?
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Indifferent. It sucked at the time, but it doesn't matter to me now.
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That will come back to bite him at one point, won't it? With a long sigh, Fai's muscles relax slightly. ]
...It makes me want to punch him in the face.
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[But it's one that will never come true. Cruel as that man was, Yael owes too much to him. He has no right to harm him.]
That's one reason why you'll never meet. The other reasons are... Well, everything else about Egypt.
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Right. I wouldn't want to strain your relationship with him.
[ The last thing Fai would want is Sheza getting disowned, especially for his sake. ]
...You won't meet any of my family either, you know.
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That's not the problem. Egypt's a lot less progressive than the states, and my old man's even more traditional. You don't need to know him.
[Yael's meticulous touch sees him burrowing his thumbs into the sides of Yuui's neck to work out some stubborn kinks. He can't help it, knowing how bad this guy's posture tends to be.]
Let me guess. The ones who are still alive are bigots and assholes.
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Then he doesn't need to know about me at all. I won't let him disown you over something like that.
[ That's for the best.
As for his own family...? It takes a moment for him to form words, Sheza's thumbs digging into the knots in his neck momentarily erasing all thoughts from his mind. ]
My foster parents were. My actual family probably wouldn't care. Scandinavian countries are more progressive. My family just hates me for unrelated reasons.
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[Yael chuffs. Laughs. Yuui really does have the wrong idea... but Yael hesitates to correct him.
Idiot. I wouldn't be here if I hadn't chosen you over him.
...Yeah. He'll keep that one close to his chest for now.]
Do they hate you for good reasons?
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Good reasons to them, I'm sure.
[ And really, Fai can't fault them for it. His family is very close knit. ]
My uncle killed my parents, and I testified against him. My family never thought he was guilty, but I always did.
[ What he doesn't add is that he was scared, pressure from the investigators and the general public getting to him and making him feel like he had no other choice when all he wanted to do was run away from it all. ]
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So it would seem. In reality, his heart breaks for Yuui.]
The right thing is never the easy thing to do. Doing the right thing usually pisses people off too.
[It's good people like Yuui who suffer for their pure hearts. Yael swallows back a sigh, palming Yuui's forehead and guiding him back against his chest and pressing a brief kiss to his temple. He can't help himself.]
You're better off without people like that, family be damned.
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That's the conclusion I came to, eventually. It's why I never bothered going back to Norway either.
[ As much as he wanted to see the town he grew up in and his parents' old home, the thought of potentially seeing his family out and about made him feel ill.
...Part of him wonders if Sheza has any similar feelings about Egypt. Is he worried about seeing his ex? ]
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[How presumptuous would it be to say that they could go there and make their own new, pleasant memories? Too presumptuous for a man who has lost his lover's trust.
Yael, knowing better than to be greedy, lets Yuui go. He returns to scrubbing his back, hands sweeping lower and skirting along the edge of the water.]
There's no point in going home if nothing pleasant is waiting for you there.
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No, there isn't.
[ That much Fai agrees with, though... is it so bad to continue on with his fantasies of seeing where he grew up with Sheza? Maybe he doesn't deserve it, with the way he's opened up about his lack of trust, but he can dream. ]
I think you'd like seeing a fjord, at least. Or the Northern Lights.
[ If they ever manage to get out of this game, that is. ]
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[I'd love to see one some time, whatever it is. It's better to keep wistful language like that off his tongue, especially now.
Yael continues his dutiful ministrations, working his cloth along the lower half of Yuui's back.]
If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
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[ It's a quick, almost reflexive answer to Sheza's question that he doesn't think much of as his heart aches for more acknowledgement to the sentiment behind his mention of it.
Maybe he's lost the right to Sheza's sentimentality. Fai wouldn't be able to blame him for taking that right away from him, not in the least. ]
Other than my apartment? [ With Mokona and you there, of course. ] I think Iceland would be fun to visit. What about you?
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[Note that there is zero interest in Yael's voice. In fact, he just tried and failed to conceal a yawn.]
I've never thought much about traveling for leisure before. I've been stationed in Japan, India, and obviously the US, but that's about it. Maybe...
[Yael tips his head back, humming.]
...I'd like to go back to Japan. I've got my issues with the place, but the food is good. The bathhouses too.
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Japan would be fun...
[ He tries to keep his wording vague, unsure if Sheza would even want to go together... though he'd like to. The tense layer underpinning their conversation is difficult to navigate. ]
I want to try the desserts there.
[ Naturally, his mind goes to the pastries, especially the street food. ]
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Of course. [Yuui has always been a fan of sweets, hasn't he? Such a child.] Those fancy little strawberry cakes are practically made for you. I could see you sitting in a café window with a slice of the stuff and a fancy latte watching all the cute boys walk by.
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I’d have more than one slice, I’m sure.
[ He'd definitely look out for the attractive men, too, though…
He takes a risk. ]
I don’t know how much people watching I’d do if you’re sitting across from me, though.
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Ah... Yuui's timing is pretty auspicious. Just as Yael was fighting the urge to pull Yuui back against him and wrap his arms around those slender shoulders, he's extending an olive branch. The suggestion gives him pause, if only long enough to imagine a future in which they'll find themselves in a beautiful country surrounded by beautiful people refusing to look anywhere else but at each other.]
No?
[You've got a type, Yael thinks, but he stays his tongue. He won't risk saying something like that and trivializing Yuui's feelings as a result.]
You're a lot like that cat of yours. Sometimes I catch you sitting there staring at me. Should I start feeding you out of a can?
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