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[blacklord]

Date & Time: 01/24 onwards
Location: civic gardens usually, or just generally out 'n about
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (blacklord), Martin Darkov (theguideless), Ranka Lee (symbioses), Koltira Brightdawn (brightdawn), Ico (hornedomen) POSSIBLY MORE TO BE ADDED IN THE FUTURE
Summary: Catch-all log for timeswap Bariyan 'n flower shenanigans
Warnings: timeswap Bariyan is weird

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01/24 | martin darkov | civic gardens
01/25 | koltira brightdawn | THE GREAT OUTDOORS idk
01/26 | ranka lee | civic gardens
01/27 | koltira brightdawn | a bar
01/28 | ico | civic gardens

Comments

[brightdawn]

[Well, that hurts a bit to hear, and his face falls, just for a moment. Then he shakes his head, smiling weakly.]

I kind of thought that maybe you were. It's all right.

[He steps back, turning towards the dresser, toward the plumeria flower still sitting there. Koltira picks up the plumeria, looks at it as though examining it for hidden meanings. Ultimately, he shrugs, threading the stem through his belt loop.]

I'm so sorry that I couldn't do anything for you. But I'm still glad I met you, and I'm glad that you're alive. There's no reason to rush towards the future, you know? It's going to happen, one way or the other, and I don't think either of us have a choice in that while we're here.

[he takes a step towards Bariyan, inclines his head as if to suggest that the other man move out of the way.]

I'll let you alone now.

[blacklord]

[ Bariyan watches Koltira move, and feels a sharp jab in his chest. A sensation not unlike being stabbed.

He thinks, for a brief moment, about asking Koltira to stay. He doesn't want the man to go; he wants Koltira to stay, wants to kiss him again, wants to fall asleep in Koltira's arms and pretend that maybe he'll be allowed to stay here, that maybe he doesn't have to die yet. But that is selfish, too. And Bariyan has exploited Koltira enough tonight.

Standards. He is a dead man, and he is Catsovi e Viciro's, besides. He should not have done this. He should have acted his role, and known his place.

Bariyan bows his head, and steps away. ]

I've misled you... hurt you. I'm sorry. [ He cannot be sorry enough. ]

[brightdawn]

[Koltira lifts his hand dismissively.]

Don't give it another thought.

[He glances again at the plumeria flower. After a moment, he pulls it from his belt, then reaches over and slips it behind Bariyan's ear. Another smile, though still weaker than before.]

Ah, I was right. It does look much better on you.

[He turns to go.]

[blacklord]

[ Bariyan raises a hand to the flower, brushing the petals gently with the tips of his fingers, not looking at Koltira. A lifetime of mistakes, continued here. He'd thought to enjoy his time here as best as he could, accept his powerlessness, and wait for the world to right itself... he hadn't meant to get involved. In anything, or anyone.

He only raises his eyes to watch Koltira go. And, again, that treacherous voice in the back of his head -- why not ask him to stay? Why not? He is alive, for now, and Cat isn't here, and it's so, painfully obvious that they both want to-- but it's not right. Cat not being here is hardly a legitimate excuse. And Bariyan deserves absolutely no compassion in any form.

Gods, he's despicable.

He smiles at Koltira, helplessly and hopelessly. ]

Thank you. Good night, Koltira.