Date: 2019-10-25 04:01 am (UTC)
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[Oh, not far to find him and he can feel his heart beating a little harder for it. And he suddenly realizes that he still has no idea what to do, that moment of calling out for him and actually finding him doing nothing to help.

He moves over the the couch, settling beside Undertaker and peeking at his datapad for a moment, nosy, and then leans his head onto the reapers shoulder.]


Anything interesting?

[That's an innocent enough question, right? Even after the days he'd been a bit quiet and awkward. Thinking about that now makes his stomach knot up a bit in guilt.]

Date: 2019-10-25 05:55 am (UTC)
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[He's never been able to help himself. Especially since Undertaker got his eyes... fixed, he supposes is the best word for it. Some part of him, that he's given no voice to, is glad they're still that phosphorescent green. It's hard to imagine his eyes any other color, but he's not sure he'd really mind if they had. They would still be Undertaker's eyes, green or otherwise.

There's a soft, pleased, little sigh when the arm wraps around him, and his pounding heart calms. Slightly. It still beats hard in his chest, just slower.]


Hm, I don't mind reading whatever you're reading. I just... want to sit like this for awhile, if you don't mind.

Date: 2019-10-27 11:00 pm (UTC)
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Mm, good. [He melts against Undertaker when that hands starts to rub along his arm. It's impossible to keep his eyes open at the comfort it provides, but he's far from falling asleep. There's too much on his mind and he's trying to find a way, still, to bring up what he'd spoken to Era about.

It's hard to think of anything beyond an awkward question about love.]


I... wanted to ask something, but I don't know how to start it.

Date: 2019-11-06 06:59 am (UTC)
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[There's a little mumble of 'yeah' but his cheeks are pink and he turns his face against Undertaker a bit. Only for a moment though as his heart tries to beat out of his chest.]

How- [Hnngh...] Y-you've been in love. How did you know..?

Date: 2019-11-11 07:29 am (UTC)
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[Oh, how his cheeks heat up at that.]

I know about the birds and the bees. [He mumbles. Technically. He understands the mechanics of it, at the very least. It was a necessary part of his general education.

But he listens to Undertaker's description, feeling his heart pounding hard still. His hand clenched slightly, clinging to the reaper for a moment and then swallowing hard.]
K-kind of the same, really. Just-

Only ever a woman?

Date: 2019-11-11 07:29 pm (UTC)
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[He would have been in terrible trouble if something like this had come to light in England. He might have lost everything, the estate, the title, even his freedom he thinks.

Hearing that from Undertaker though, it's reassuring. Especially with those scritches and his soothing. It doesn't seem quite so abnormal, but he can't help how his stomach drops a bit at the last part. Although he does try not to let it show.]


I just... wondered if it might be different. [There is a little smile though, when his nose is poked, and he lays his head more comfortably and more relaxed against Undertaker.]

Date: 2019-11-18 07:19 pm (UTC)
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[He does know, not many people would put up with him or try to save him or care for him. Not like Undertaker has. And with no expectations of the teen, no less.]

I never paid much attention to other people or what they do. Not until we lived in Riverview. And even then...

[None of Sebastian's lessons could have prepared him for just how he might feel about someone.

He leans a little into that touch and lets out a soft sigh.]


It doesn't really matter, I suppose.

Date: 2019-11-20 06:43 pm (UTC)
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O-oh.

[That's a good point and he feels silly for missing it, melting a little further against the retired reaper to both hide and just relax against him.

Some small part of him wishes he'd never said anything at all. And yet, he didn't want to leave it to eat away at him forever.]


I... think that might be a bit difficult. I'm sure he doesn't see me the same way.

Date: 2019-11-21 09:47 pm (UTC)
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[He might have some mild trimming done on his hair, just for neatness, but he's definitely let it grow. And letting it grow longer would help to distinguish him and his twin, even with the false eye.

That and he liked it.]


I... sort of tried. [Kind of. Ish.

It was debatable.]


I- you said... [Why is this so hard? He's contracted a demon, did the Queen's dirty work, faced down zombies, almost died from mustard gas. This shouldn't have him tripping over words.

But he knows why though. He doesn't want to do anything that might lose him Undertaker. No matter how it turns out, he just can't stand to lose his reaper.]

Date: 2019-11-25 07:32 pm (UTC)
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[He stays quiet for a moment or two longer, just letting himself enjoy the moment, that little squeeze. Treating all of this as if it's the last time he'll get this. And maybe it will be, he can't imagine it going otherwise at this point.]

You said... no man had ever stirred your heart before... [It comes out as a shamed little whisper. Like it might help hide him when the rejection comes.]

Date: 2019-12-16 08:44 am (UTC)
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[When that hand slows, he suddenly feels the urge to get up and run, hide, disappear if he could. Maybe the blankets would swallow him whole but that's ridiculous, and impossible. Moreso than grim reapers and demons.]

None of them are as interesting. [His voice stays soft.] Nearly as kind, maybe, but not as interesting. Nor as caring as you have been. They don't know me like you do. And I doubt most would care as much, knowing how much I've lied. How much I still lie.

Date: 2019-12-18 08:33 am (UTC)
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[He might have just exhausted himself in doing so, and he knows Undertaker would catch up to him with ease. And probably quickly enough. He can't help that the urge is still there though, just under the surface and threatening to overwhelm him.]

What if they don't? [It's a question Astre can't help but voice.] People disappeared from Riverview and the Fleet all the time, some already have here. And I can't... express anything like this if we ever, somehow, end up back in England.

Date: 2019-12-23 08:14 pm (UTC)
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[They do. He knows Druitt gets away with a lot, like when he'd tried autioning off 'Robin' and failing during the Jack the Ripper case. And the nobles that he found in Bath. And who knows how many others, he'd never gone looking to find dirt on anyone. Maybe, even back before they'd left England, some part of him really was still good despite the demons machinations.]

I'm not sure I'd have the courage back in England to try.

[He tucks his head in against Undertaker, closing his eyes. And then just a little smile.]

I don't think I can agree on that last part. I can try though, keeping an open mind. [A little sigh.] I don't want to lose you. I shouldn't have said anything.

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