[ Even without his mask on, there will be a voice that comes through not long after Nicola talks to Aventurine through the Murmur at Megumi's information share. It's different from the Murmur, even moreso since there's no interference from others that can be had here. While there was nothing from Aventurine's end before when they spoke on the Murmur, it's clear there is something looming from his end that is unknown. The only thing that can be understood is it's creating a sense of caution that isn't betrayed in Aventurine's 'tone' as it comes off being cool and collected. ]
Mister... [ —he has to think very hard to NOT think about Nicola's words about how he said his name in the dream here— haha, wow this is already trouble— ] Nicola, is it?
[The sudden intrusion of Aventurine's consciousness into Nicola's mind even after taking his mask off noticeably startles him for a moment. He'd been keeping this mysterious "connection" he's felt to the other man since the dream in the back of his mind, but now it's being brought to his attention. So this is one of its features, is it? He's not sure he likes it, but best not to let it get to him while Aventurine's intentions are still unknown.
There's a ripple in that sense of surprise when his name is spoken, but it's not clear which emotion is causing it. It fades in the blink of an eye, and Nicola matches his energy with ease.]
That's me. Just "Nicola" is fine. How can I help you, Aventurine?
Now that you've had a chance to get some information with Megumi sharing what we more or less know, I'm here to say that even though you don't yet know how to sever a tether, I do.
Unfortunately the process can be a little ... discomforting because of how intense these types initially form. There's many ways to form tethers, and they can start as a mere single thread and build over time. A tether forged the way ours did, though... well, you could consider it at the very least already half of a finished rope in strength in an instant.
...Still, I'm willing to do it as an apology and as a thank you, should it make you more comfortable.
...You don't have anything to apologize for. It's not your fault that this happened. Technically, the fault lies with me.
[He is the one that approached Aventurine in the basement, after all, though he certainly wouldn't have done so in that manner if he wasn't under Sleep's influence. He assumes that Aventurine wouldn't have entertained it so enthusiastically either if he had been in his right mind. Still, hearing him speak of severing their tether stirs a curious unease that he's barely able to conceal from the other. He doesn't like the idea of being bound without his consent, but the thought of cutting it away feels strangely heavier than it should.]
Discomfort doesn't scare me, but I'd like to understand first. What exactly happens when a tether like ours is severed?
... Neither do you, then. If it hadn't been you, it'd have been someone else. Although I'm sure you could have found a similar partner, I'd say the odds were quite low that another alpha would have been as respectful or attentive in my case. You're very much a casanova to the point I've only ever seen your type in film. Quite fascinating to see in action.
[ it could be something said in a condescending way, but the connection between them seems to only tell Nicola that Aventurine seems to very much find the ladies' man uniquely charming. A little bit like a very suave celebrity.
(that's really besides the point, but it's easier to admit it than to risk letting something more damning and vague slip through by trying to control too much. Aventurine isn't going to pretend otherwise, anyway: it was a very nice time. a complete lie, a dream of dreams, and circumstances were dubious but very nice to experience such a once in a lifetime opportunity overall.)
although Nicola is alone, it's as if Aventurine is by his side, an unseen ghost simply interacting with him and things around him without him being able to see any of these actions. he can sometimes feel them in his proximity, though (like someone passing by him, a inconsequential brush to his sleeve, maybe even the sensations of things that have nothing to do with his own expense but are from Aventurine's end: what he feels as he touches a towel or maybe splashes some water that hits his face.)
The biggest difference might be that while the Murmur discussion was an invasion, the Tether is more intimately invasive: like someone is present just over your shoulder, and you're the only two in existence.
Nevertheless, Aventurine is careful, his presence seeming to weave as if standing still would be the same as acknowledging they're both now unwilling intruders into each other's privacy. ]
Although I've never intentionally broken a tether of this type, I happened to lose one that was more intense than ours in a very violent way in that dream. Meaning I at least have some idea what it'll be no worse than.
It may feel like a physical loss, as if something was taken from you— something inside of you is missing, and you may still experience phantom sensations of our tether for a bit, although it will only be echos of that.
I might describe it as... a moderately emotional falling out of two people that actually give a damn about one another, even though we're strangers, I suppose?
[ ( I think you've been through much worse. ) ]
I'd expect you be over it in a day or two, however, even if a little out of sorts from the strangeness of it.
[ there's a pause now, like he's letting that sink in first in case Nicola has anything to say on it. Aventurine clearly has more to say about it, though. ]
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[The sensation of Aventurine's presence feels stronger now—closer, almost tangible. Every faint brush of thought and movement stirs along the tether like a ripple. It's unsettling, but Nicola doesn't try to run from it. He doesn't chase it, either. Ever since this conversation started, he's been sitting at a table in the corner of an abandoned café, having paused his search for edible food (and coffee, which unfortunately this place is out of) to give Aventurine his full attention. As long as this presence continues to respect his space (to the best of its ability, anyway), he's content to remain seated.]
Fascinating, huh? That's one way to put it. If you ask me, though, you're the one who stands out. Bold enough to push for what you want, yet still willing to yield when you choose to. For all the strangeness of the circumstances in that dream, you gave me the impression of someone who wanted to be seen, to be remembered... And you've succeeded.
[His words carry no mockery, but a quiet current of sincerity that slips through the tether. He does respect Aventurine's drive, even though he doesn't know where exactly it comes from, but he can tell he's endured great suffering to get to where he is now. The honesty that he's showing despite being equally uncomfortable with this forced closeness is only causing his respect for the other man to increase further. It's why he chose to extend a bit of his own honesty in return.
Another passing thought that offers a brief flash of respite from the gravity of this conversation: Nicola finds it amusing to be called a Casanova by him, because the origin of that term also stems from his homeland. He wonders if Aventurine knew that.
As for Aventurine's assumption that he's been through much worse... He'll receive the sense that it is a correct one, but the details are kept carefully locked away.]
Let's say that we do sever this tether. Is it possible for a new one to take its place, in a different form?
[ Aventurine is quiet at that, the feeling from the tether having to take place of his lacking words. Uncertainty and a rueful brief flutter that is somewhat touched flows, but it's quickly chastising itself for allowing even a moment of that feeling. this isn't sincere. it can't be. and even if it is, what does Nicola know of Aventurine? absolutely nothing meaningful.
The other is being sincerely kind, Aventurine doesn't doubt that. And Nicola has a lovely way with words to make desperate promiscuity sound empowering. Maybe it's he felt less overwhelmed by everything, he could appreciate it more.
( He can tell that Nicola does mean his words sincerely and without derision, but Aventurine just can't accept such simple underserved praise— ) ]
Why?
[ Aventurine's face can't be seen, but the strained smile can be felt. ]
The way it's established only really describes its initial intensity, not the nature of the tether that's left in the aftermath. You'd just be reestablishing the original tether in a far weaker state.
It's also a little demeaning towards you, especially, to be honest. Since I'm snapping the tether, it'll hurt you more than me.
Tell me, do you like to hold a lady's hand meaningfully after they've slapped you in the face, Nicola?
[ because that's probably what it's going to feel like. ]
[The "why?" earns a quiet, amused breath through the tether. It's not meant to mock or condescend; he just couldn't help but think how much that reaction to sincere praise reminds him of himself. Aventurine can feel the playful smile on Nicola's face as he answers.]
I suppose I have a bad habit of noticing interesting people. You made an impression, that's all.
[He doesn't plan on elaborating any further.]
Trust me, I've handled worse. Pain doesn't bother me half as much as not knowing what I'm stepping into.
[He thinks he has enough information to make his decision now, though, but just to be sure—]
[ he files that smile away for later. It's something to think about, and if nothing else, a nice thing to think about. ]
You'll need a tether with at least someone. If you don't have one already, I recommend Caelus as he seems fond of you and won't want anything to happen to you because of a lack of one. The connection will be less intrusive on you unless you decide to strengthen it. It would be easy to intentionally establish one with him if one hasn't already happened, since I wouldn't be surprised if he has tethered with several people he's met without even realizing it.
As for anything else regarding them... that's as far as I know. We're all in the dark beyond that, I think.
I am covered on that front, fortunately, so that won't be an issue.
[He lets silence hang between them for a moment before Nicola voices his decision.]
I don't mind being tethered to you, but... this one feels too strong to start with. A weaker, less intrusive connection would suit us both better. If severing this one is the only way to make that happen, then I'll agree to it.
[ That connection that's been with Nicola since he's woken up is rend, like a light being switched off, like a movie ending right in the middle of the best scene, like a fire being smothered down to leave nothing but silent smoke and cold darkness.
That's perhaps what causes the sensations of loneliness mentioned. Even with other tethers to provide him with company that he will indeed perhaps find relief in having to turn towards, for an instant that doesn't matter. The door is slammed shut behind Aventurine and Nicola is left staring into a void that has no end and no way to see where that connection disappeared to. Even knowing it can be reforged, it doesn't feel like it in that moment. It's gone, there's nothing left, just a sharp cut down the middle causing complete silent.
Or perhaps just that would have been preferrable, because in that silence he'll suddenly feel something in his chest, an ache that because as sharp as a blade that may or may not be familiar, like something or something slicing through or tearing at his heart not simply to split it in two but to actually rip a piece of it out and leave a cavity with nothing to fill it. That feeling of the rip is brief and will quickly fade to a dull ache and hollowness like something's missing, but for a second it's awfully personal.
And then that darkness fades. That suffocating few seconds trapped in his own mind being unable to turn away and ignore the process drops him free and he can focus on everything and do everything like normal. He'll still recognize his other tethers, and they will provide some attempt at soothing the effects lingering from the one that's no longer there, as if attempting to treat burns left in the aftermath. ]
[ Nicola will wake after the first night wherever he ended up sleeping in the hotel and find that on his backpack is his handkerchief clean, dry, and carefully folded.
thank you for letting him use it, he's returning it nice and clean as promised.
if he's up before sunrise he could possibly catch Aventurine setting it down there, but he's very quick and quiet doing so in order to let Nicola (and Caelus if Caelus is there) sleep while he (they) can.
[ Ironeye stowed his dagger. The man seemed to have an endless supply of weapons spirited away somewhere on his person -- at least one blade strapped to his boot, a small fan of throwing knives at his hip, who knew how many concealed under his cloak or strapped to his armor.
Proof positive that it was hard to break old habits. ]
A good session, I think.
[ If there was any doubt about it, a few bouts would have confirmed the truth: Ironeye was not an exhibition fighter, accustomed to pulling his punches for the recording of some referee's points. He was efficient and swift in movement, but patient in temperament, adapted for long forays into hostile surroundings. He conserved his endurance.
Truthfully, this part was more satisfying to him than learning letters. ]
I hope you feel well-compensated for your efforts. It is a pleasure to fight you.
[Nicola adjusts his cuffs as he exhales, a faint smile curving his lips. Though there's a light sheen of sweat on his skin, his breathing stays even. His body remembers this rhythm well. It's been a long time since he's had a sparring partner who could match his pace without turning it into a contest of brute strength. The clash of blades left his pulse steady but alive, the kind of satisfaction that comes from an even fight rather than a victory.
Ironeye's movements were sharp and deliberate, the kind born from long campaigns and quiet kills. Nicola recognized the rhythm instantly. His own style carried the weight of the battlefield and the streets both: steady, strategic, stripped of flourish. He fought with a soldier's patience and a survivor's instinct, closing distance when it counted and conserving his strength for when it mattered.
Different worlds, different wars, but the same understanding of how to stay alive. Neither gained the advantage for long before the balance shifted again, until both were forced to pause, breathing in sync.]
A good session indeed. You're every bit as disciplined as I expected. Efficient, precise, and entirely focused.
[Honestly, he similarly enjoyed this far more than playing the role of an English tutor. He inclines his head in acknowledgment, tone laced with genuine respect.]
If that was your way of showing gratitude for the lesson, consider it more than sufficient compensation. It's been a while since I've had a partner worth matching pace with.
[ Despite the closeness of their quarters and the conversation they'd shared, one part of Ironeye remained a mystery: never did he seem to shed his scaled armor, nor show his face behind what his mask left visible. The only thing that could be said about his true appearance was that his eyes were a blue so vivid they seemed unnatural in a human being.
Yet one could hear a note of warmth in his voice now. He was surely smiling.
A teasing rejoinder: ]
Such praise. Are all your countrymen so possessed of honeyed tongue?
[ The assassin was accustomed to demonstrating his own appreciation through action, and so had he applied himself in the deft way he'd tested Nicola's defenses. It had been more than professional courtesy; Ironeye enjoyed a challenging bout. There was an intimacy in learning an opponent's tendencies that one could find nowhere else. To recognize the sharp intake of breath, the tensing of the shoulders, a hundred other tells that revealed a man's true intentions... all in service of better refining the truest dance.
To duel an apt partner was more thrilling than any staid waltz. Then, more seriously: ]
I'm glad to hear it. I was starting to worry my blade would dull here. It's not much like Limveld.
[Nicola's faint laugh carries a quiet ease, the kind that doesn't undercut sincerity. He straightens to his full height, shoulders loosening as though finally letting the tension of the spar slip from his frame. The breeze moving through the greenery field they'd chosen for their match—Sara D. Roosevelt Park, selected for its proximity to the Crosby Street Hotel, where their English tutoring session took place—stirs his hair.]
I can't speak for my countrymen, but I've been told my words have a way of walking the line between flattery and honesty, depending on who's listening.
[He says it with an easy, measured humor that isn't boastful but perfectly aware of the effect his words can have. For all his composure, there's warmth beneath the polish; a quiet respect that needs no ornament.]
I know what you mean. Let's be sure to keep each other sharp. Speaking of which...
[He turns toward the sports fence enclosing them in this field, where his backpack rests against the metal mesh near the entrance. Kneeling briefly, he unzips it and retrieves a protein bar and a bottle of water, offering one of each to Ironeye. It's a simple gesture, but a deliberate one. He'd packed them with this moment in mind. He also brought enough for himself, of course. When he speaks again, his tone is casual, edged with wry humor.]
You'll need your strength if you plan to keep up with me next time.
[There's no shortage of benches outside the fence for them to sit and enjoy their post-workout snack, either.]
[ He sounded amused as his breath resumed its normal cadence.. ]
Is that so? Planning to have some new tricks up your sleeve for next time?
[ Ironeye paused before accepting Nicola's offering. The plastic crinkled strangely against the worn leather of his gauntlet; it was a new sensation he'd not quite yet become accustomed to. He'd readily move to one of the benches, but.... there was perhaps one small wrinkle. He hadn't actually shown his face to anyone since arriving here. ]
What country do you hail from? Not this one, I assume.
[ It wasn't that he had to hide it out of necessity, at least not now. Only... old habits died hard. A mental image, lingering a little. A knight in winged helm. Another, in red-gold. They, too, had preferred the concealment of their armor, though he'd at least an idea of what the Wylder looked like. ]
[It wouldn't be much fun if Nicola revealed too much. He answers Ironeye's other question while retrieving his own protein bar and water bottle from his backpack.]
My country is called Italy. It's quite a ways across the ocean from here. If you happen to find a world map or globe, it's the one that's shaped like a boot. And in case you weren't already aware, the country we're in now is the United States of America, though most people just call it America or the U.S..
[He is eager to sit down himself after all that action, so he starts to head over to the closest bench, but pauses when he notices the other man's hesitance. A smile flickers across his face, equal parts amused and reassuring.]
Oh right, you need to take off your mask to eat. Don't worry, I won't look at you until you're finished, if that's what you would prefer.
When you say it that way, it makes me sound like a shy maid.
[ After a moment's pause, Ironeye slipped his mask and hood both aside. He was tan, dark hair faintly curled and clinging about his face and neck from the exertion. He unscrewed the cap on the water bottle and tossed the contents back. ]
You're running hotter than usual. I could feel it when you got close.
[ Blue eyes fixed on his companion in wordless question. Yeah, what was up with that, Nicola? ]
[Ironeye's face had been only a silhouette and a pair of impossibly blue eyes until now, and seeing the rest momentarily catches him off-guard. Naturally, he's held a curiosity about what lingered beneath Ironeye's hood and mask since Nicola first met him in person. The initial feeling of that curiosity finally being satisfied stills him for a moment, but then a slow, amused smile curves across his face as he takes in the features previously hidden from him.]
Well now, you had me expecting something fearsome, given all that armor and mystique. But you're... surprisingly normal.
[He lets the tease sit there before his attention narrows, a nearly imperceptible flicker in his eyes at Ironeye's remark.]
...You're right. I did feel an unusual heat as we were sparring, like everything was working harder than it should. It came on quickly and faded just as fast once we stopped. I've never felt anything like it before today, so I doubt it's anything serious.
[He has his own suspicions about the cause, but they involve a subject he has no intention of discussing, so he keeps them to himself. Nicola opens his protein bar with an easy, unbothered motion, peeling the wrapper back.]
If it happens again, I'll keep an eye on it. But for now, I wouldn't worry.
[ Ironeye endured this inspection as steadily as one could expect for someone who was not used to being perceived. Truth be told, it felt strange to be so exposed -- even though logically, it hardly made a difference. Back home, he could shed his armor and be anonymous enough. Here, with such a small community of Vessels, someone would surely recognize him whether he was concealed or not.
He arched an eyebrow to mock-scold in turn. ]
Nicola, I hope you don't subject the actual ladies of your Italy to this charm. I fear for your safety if you tell a woman her face is "surprisingly normal".
[ Hmm. The man was acting unbothered enough that Ironeye suspected there was, in fact, more to it than only a passing fever. But if he didn't want questions, fair enough. ]
Also, you shouldn't eat so many protein bars. I shall snare you a bird for next time.
[Ironeye's mock-scolding earns him a laugh from Nicola, followed by the inevitable return volley of teasing.]
So you were hoping to be treated like a lady, were you? Unfortunately, that would require you to resign as my sparring partner.
[He doesn't spar with women, after all. Still, Ironeye earns the unembellished truth, not the decorative flattery he'd offer a lady.]
In all seriousness, you have a handsome face. I appreciate you showing it to me.
[It's a face Nicola certainly wouldn't mind seeing more often, though he has no intention of pushing the matter.
When Ironeye scolds him about the protein bars, Nicola takes another bite anyway, chewing before offering a rueful smile. This is far from the first time he's been called out on bad eating habits. He's always been one to prioritize efficiency over anything else. Well, he used to prioritize taste even more so, but Nicola no longer has that luxury in this environment. He never would have touched these protein bars if he did. He speaks again after swallowing.]
Perhaps I have gotten too comfortable with the convenience of protein bars. I'll try to work on fixing that.
[ Even if was not his usual inclination, Nicola's manner simply made it too tempting not to return in kind. He rather reminded Ironeye of a few of his old brothers-in-arms. He feigned a sigh, a glint of humor in his keen blue eyes. ]
It's true... in fact, it's why I must keep myself concealed. You of all people must understand how heavy is the burden of the excessively good-looking.
[ Then, a little more seriously: ]
But thank you. In truth, I've been thinking about showing it more often. In my line of work, it's an advantage to keep one's identity close. Yet here, perhaps the rules might be relaxed.
...I think my usual appearance might have frightened Sunny earlier. That wasn't my intention.
[ Ah. So that was it. People placed great importance in appearances -- often to their own great sorrow, in the Ironeye's opinion. They trusted the pretty face who with faint smile rob them blind. They spurned the unsightly and drove them from an honest living. But at least he'd gotten Nicola to consider widening his dietary choices. A good roast quail or two would do the man good. ]
[Nicola huffs out a quiet, genuine laugh at Ironeye's exaggerated lament, though the amusement in his eyes is warmer and far more subdued than before.]
Yes, of course. A burden we few must carry with dignity.
[Ironeye is right. People tend to lower their guard around the good-looking, and that's exactly why Nicola doesn't conceal his own face. It's a valuable tool he's more than willing to use, despite the drawbacks that come with it.]
Sunny? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with them, but... if you're concerned about first impressions, then I think showing your face more openly will only help. Having a human expression to pair with a voice gives people something familiar—and someone real—to connect with.
[He's not going to say it, but it would also help if Ironeye changed his outfit entirely....]
A boy I found wandering out past sundown. I'm sure he thought he'd crossed paths with some monster in the dark.
[ Well. He wasn't wrong, was he? Yet as fate would have it, there was no one else to help him. And so, as usual, the task had fallen to the most unlikely-looking one of the group. ]
As far as first impressions go, I am satisfied with mine.
[ An assassin ought be fearsome, after all. ]
However, we are here for some time, and not all understand why a man would conceal himself. A sign of regard is meeting others where they are. [ Especially for those that did not recognize his concealed self as truer than his exposed face would ever be. ]
[ This is a sticky note with this appearance left at Nicola's room door. It's been placed right on the middle of the door, where it's impossible to miss! It's handwritten in super clumsy English. He's doing his best. ]
NEKORA, DOING BEST WRITE ENLISH THIS FIRM? HARD? WHATEVER SOON SUPER MASTAR. … MUSTARD? DONUT FORGET TO SMILE!
[Hello??? This is the cutest piece of paper he's ever seen??? Nicola is already smiling brightly before he even gets close enough to read the message; it's obvious by the design who put it there.
He takes it inside with him, shutting the door behind him as he reads what's written on the adorable raccoon sticky note. The hilariously endearing message causes him to break out in a fit of laughter. Nicola can't remember the last time he's laughed like this; it's the kind of laughter that he'll never reveal to anyone. Caelus really is something special.
Eventually, after he's calmed down and wiped the tears away, he tucks the note away inside the cover of a fancy notebook.]
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kicks mind door down...
Mister... [ —he has to think very hard to NOT think about Nicola's words about how he said his name in the dream here— haha, wow this is already trouble— ] Nicola, is it?
👀
There's a ripple in that sense of surprise when his name is spoken, but it's not clear which emotion is causing it. It fades in the blink of an eye, and Nicola matches his energy with ease.]
That's me. Just "Nicola" is fine. How can I help you, Aventurine?
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Unfortunately the process can be a little ... discomforting because of how intense these types initially form. There's many ways to form tethers, and they can start as a mere single thread and build over time. A tether forged the way ours did, though... well, you could consider it at the very least already half of a finished rope in strength in an instant.
...Still, I'm willing to do it as an apology and as a thank you, should it make you more comfortable.
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[He is the one that approached Aventurine in the basement, after all, though he certainly wouldn't have done so in that manner if he wasn't under Sleep's influence. He assumes that Aventurine wouldn't have entertained it so enthusiastically either if he had been in his right mind. Still, hearing him speak of severing their tether stirs a curious unease that he's barely able to conceal from the other. He doesn't like the idea of being bound without his consent, but the thought of cutting it away feels strangely heavier than it should.]
Discomfort doesn't scare me, but I'd like to understand first. What exactly happens when a tether like ours is severed?
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[ it could be something said in a condescending way, but the connection between them seems to only tell Nicola that Aventurine seems to very much find the ladies' man uniquely charming. A little bit like a very suave celebrity.
(that's really besides the point, but it's easier to admit it than to risk letting something more damning and vague slip through by trying to control too much. Aventurine isn't going to pretend otherwise, anyway: it was a very nice time. a complete lie, a dream of dreams, and circumstances were dubious but very nice to experience such a once in a lifetime opportunity overall.)
although Nicola is alone, it's as if Aventurine is by his side, an unseen ghost simply interacting with him and things around him without him being able to see any of these actions. he can sometimes feel them in his proximity, though (like someone passing by him, a inconsequential brush to his sleeve, maybe even the sensations of things that have nothing to do with his own expense but are from Aventurine's end: what he feels as he touches a towel or maybe splashes some water that hits his face.)
The biggest difference might be that while the Murmur discussion was an invasion, the Tether is more intimately invasive: like someone is present just over your shoulder, and you're the only two in existence.
Nevertheless, Aventurine is careful, his presence seeming to weave as if standing still would be the same as acknowledging they're both now unwilling intruders into each other's privacy. ]
Although I've never intentionally broken a tether of this type, I happened to lose one that was more intense than ours in a very violent way in that dream. Meaning I at least have some idea what it'll be no worse than.
It may feel like a physical loss, as if something was taken from you— something inside of you is missing, and you may still experience phantom sensations of our tether for a bit, although it will only be echos of that.
I might describe it as... a moderately emotional falling out of two people that actually give a damn about one another, even though we're strangers, I suppose?
[ ( I think you've been through much worse. ) ]
I'd expect you be over it in a day or two, however, even if a little out of sorts from the strangeness of it.
[ there's a pause now, like he's letting that sink in first in case Nicola has anything to say on it. Aventurine clearly has more to say about it, though. ]
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Fascinating, huh? That's one way to put it. If you ask me, though, you're the one who stands out. Bold enough to push for what you want, yet still willing to yield when you choose to. For all the strangeness of the circumstances in that dream, you gave me the impression of someone who wanted to be seen, to be remembered... And you've succeeded.
[His words carry no mockery, but a quiet current of sincerity that slips through the tether. He does respect Aventurine's drive, even though he doesn't know where exactly it comes from, but he can tell he's endured great suffering to get to where he is now. The honesty that he's showing despite being equally uncomfortable with this forced closeness is only causing his respect for the other man to increase further. It's why he chose to extend a bit of his own honesty in return.
Another passing thought that offers a brief flash of respite from the gravity of this conversation: Nicola finds it amusing to be called a Casanova by him, because the origin of that term also stems from his homeland. He wonders if Aventurine knew that.
As for Aventurine's assumption that he's been through much worse... He'll receive the sense that it is a correct one, but the details are kept carefully locked away.]
Let's say that we do sever this tether. Is it possible for a new one to take its place, in a different form?
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The other is being sincerely kind, Aventurine doesn't doubt that. And Nicola has a lovely way with words to make desperate promiscuity sound empowering. Maybe it's he felt less overwhelmed by everything, he could appreciate it more.
( He can tell that Nicola does mean his words sincerely and without derision, but Aventurine just can't accept such simple underserved praise— ) ]
Why?
[ Aventurine's face can't be seen, but the strained smile can be felt. ]
The way it's established only really describes its initial intensity, not the nature of the tether that's left in the aftermath. You'd just be reestablishing the original tether in a far weaker state.
It's also a little demeaning towards you, especially, to be honest. Since I'm snapping the tether, it'll hurt you more than me.
Tell me, do you like to hold a lady's hand meaningfully after they've slapped you in the face, Nicola?
[ because that's probably what it's going to feel like. ]
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I suppose I have a bad habit of noticing interesting people. You made an impression, that's all.
[He doesn't plan on elaborating any further.]
Trust me, I've handled worse. Pain doesn't bother me half as much as not knowing what I'm stepping into.
[He thinks he has enough information to make his decision now, though, but just to be sure—]
Is that everything?
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You'll need a tether with at least someone. If you don't have one already, I recommend Caelus as he seems fond of you and won't want anything to happen to you because of a lack of one. The connection will be less intrusive on you unless you decide to strengthen it. It would be easy to intentionally establish one with him if one hasn't already happened, since I wouldn't be surprised if he has tethered with several people he's met without even realizing it.
As for anything else regarding them... that's as far as I know. We're all in the dark beyond that, I think.
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[He lets silence hang between them for a moment before Nicola voices his decision.]
I don't mind being tethered to you, but... this one feels too strong to start with. A weaker, less intrusive connection would suit us both better. If severing this one is the only way to make that happen, then I'll agree to it.
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I thank you for attempting to soothe my ego.
As you like. I'll sever it now. Looking forward to meeting you in person later.
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That's perhaps what causes the sensations of loneliness mentioned. Even with other tethers to provide him with company that he will indeed perhaps find relief in having to turn towards, for an instant that doesn't matter. The door is slammed shut behind Aventurine and Nicola is left staring into a void that has no end and no way to see where that connection disappeared to. Even knowing it can be reforged, it doesn't feel like it in that moment. It's gone, there's nothing left, just a sharp cut down the middle causing complete silent.
Or perhaps just that would have been preferrable, because in that silence he'll suddenly feel something in his chest, an ache that because as sharp as a blade that may or may not be familiar, like something or something slicing through or tearing at his heart not simply to split it in two but to actually rip a piece of it out and leave a cavity with nothing to fill it. That feeling of the rip is brief and will quickly fade to a dull ache and hollowness like something's missing, but for a second it's awfully personal.
And then that darkness fades. That suffocating few seconds trapped in his own mind being unable to turn away and ignore the process drops him free and he can focus on everything and do everything like normal. He'll still recognize his other tethers, and they will provide some attempt at soothing the effects lingering from the one that's no longer there, as if attempting to treat burns left in the aftermath. ]
(october 2nd); early morning
thank you for letting him use it, he's returning it nice and clean as promised.
if he's up before sunrise he could possibly catch Aventurine setting it down there, but he's very quick and quiet doing so in order to let Nicola (and Caelus if Caelus is there) sleep while he (they) can.
key item is officially returned! ]
Some time later...
Proof positive that it was hard to break old habits. ]
A good session, I think.
[ If there was any doubt about it, a few bouts would have confirmed the truth: Ironeye was not an exhibition fighter, accustomed to pulling his punches for the recording of some referee's points. He was efficient and swift in movement, but patient in temperament, adapted for long forays into hostile surroundings. He conserved his endurance.
Truthfully, this part was more satisfying to him than learning letters. ]
I hope you feel well-compensated for your efforts. It is a pleasure to fight you.
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Ironeye's movements were sharp and deliberate, the kind born from long campaigns and quiet kills. Nicola recognized the rhythm instantly. His own style carried the weight of the battlefield and the streets both: steady, strategic, stripped of flourish. He fought with a soldier's patience and a survivor's instinct, closing distance when it counted and conserving his strength for when it mattered.
Different worlds, different wars, but the same understanding of how to stay alive. Neither gained the advantage for long before the balance shifted again, until both were forced to pause, breathing in sync.]
A good session indeed. You're every bit as disciplined as I expected. Efficient, precise, and entirely focused.
[Honestly, he similarly enjoyed this far more than playing the role of an English tutor. He inclines his head in acknowledgment, tone laced with genuine respect.]
If that was your way of showing gratitude for the lesson, consider it more than sufficient compensation. It's been a while since I've had a partner worth matching pace with.
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Yet one could hear a note of warmth in his voice now. He was surely smiling.
A teasing rejoinder: ]
Such praise. Are all your countrymen so possessed of honeyed tongue?
[ The assassin was accustomed to demonstrating his own appreciation through action, and so had he applied himself in the deft way he'd tested Nicola's defenses. It had been more than professional courtesy; Ironeye enjoyed a challenging bout. There was an intimacy in learning an opponent's tendencies that one could find nowhere else. To recognize the sharp intake of breath, the tensing of the shoulders, a hundred other tells that revealed a man's true intentions... all in service of better refining the truest dance.
To duel an apt partner was more thrilling than any staid waltz. Then, more seriously: ]
I'm glad to hear it. I was starting to worry my blade would dull here. It's not much like Limveld.
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I can't speak for my countrymen, but I've been told my words have a way of walking the line between flattery and honesty, depending on who's listening.
[He says it with an easy, measured humor that isn't boastful but perfectly aware of the effect his words can have. For all his composure, there's warmth beneath the polish; a quiet respect that needs no ornament.]
I know what you mean. Let's be sure to keep each other sharp. Speaking of which...
[He turns toward the sports fence enclosing them in this field, where his backpack rests against the metal mesh near the entrance. Kneeling briefly, he unzips it and retrieves a protein bar and a bottle of water, offering one of each to Ironeye. It's a simple gesture, but a deliberate one. He'd packed them with this moment in mind. He also brought enough for himself, of course. When he speaks again, his tone is casual, edged with wry humor.]
You'll need your strength if you plan to keep up with me next time.
[There's no shortage of benches outside the fence for them to sit and enjoy their post-workout snack, either.]
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Is that so? Planning to have some new tricks up your sleeve for next time?
[ Ironeye paused before accepting Nicola's offering. The plastic crinkled strangely against the worn leather of his gauntlet; it was a new sensation he'd not quite yet become accustomed to. He'd readily move to one of the benches, but.... there was perhaps one small wrinkle. He hadn't actually shown his face to anyone since arriving here. ]
What country do you hail from? Not this one, I assume.
[ It wasn't that he had to hide it out of necessity, at least not now. Only... old habits died hard. A mental image, lingering a little. A knight in winged helm. Another, in red-gold. They, too, had preferred the concealment of their armor, though he'd at least an idea of what the Wylder looked like. ]
finally gets back to this!!
[It wouldn't be much fun if Nicola revealed too much. He answers Ironeye's other question while retrieving his own protein bar and water bottle from his backpack.]
My country is called Italy. It's quite a ways across the ocean from here. If you happen to find a world map or globe, it's the one that's shaped like a boot. And in case you weren't already aware, the country we're in now is the United States of America, though most people just call it America or the U.S..
[He is eager to sit down himself after all that action, so he starts to head over to the closest bench, but pauses when he notices the other man's hesitance. A smile flickers across his face, equal parts amused and reassuring.]
Oh right, you need to take off your mask to eat. Don't worry, I won't look at you until you're finished, if that's what you would prefer.
timeskipping to week 4 o/
[ After a moment's pause, Ironeye slipped his mask and hood both aside. He was tan, dark hair faintly curled and clinging about his face and neck from the exertion. He unscrewed the cap on the water bottle and tossed the contents back. ]
You're running hotter than usual. I could feel it when you got close.
[ Blue eyes fixed on his companion in wordless question. Yeah, what was up with that, Nicola? ]
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Well now, you had me expecting something fearsome, given all that armor and mystique. But you're... surprisingly normal.
[He lets the tease sit there before his attention narrows, a nearly imperceptible flicker in his eyes at Ironeye's remark.]
...You're right. I did feel an unusual heat as we were sparring, like everything was working harder than it should. It came on quickly and faded just as fast once we stopped. I've never felt anything like it before today, so I doubt it's anything serious.
[He has his own suspicions about the cause, but they involve a subject he has no intention of discussing, so he keeps them to himself. Nicola opens his protein bar with an easy, unbothered motion, peeling the wrapper back.]
If it happens again, I'll keep an eye on it. But for now, I wouldn't worry.
[And then he takes a bite.]
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He arched an eyebrow to mock-scold in turn. ]
Nicola, I hope you don't subject the actual ladies of your Italy to this charm. I fear for your safety if you tell a woman her face is "surprisingly normal".
[ Hmm. The man was acting unbothered enough that Ironeye suspected there was, in fact, more to it than only a passing fever. But if he didn't want questions, fair enough. ]
Also, you shouldn't eat so many protein bars. I shall snare you a bird for next time.
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So you were hoping to be treated like a lady, were you? Unfortunately, that would require you to resign as my sparring partner.
[He doesn't spar with women, after all. Still, Ironeye earns the unembellished truth, not the decorative flattery he'd offer a lady.]
In all seriousness, you have a handsome face. I appreciate you showing it to me.
[It's a face Nicola certainly wouldn't mind seeing more often, though he has no intention of pushing the matter.
When Ironeye scolds him about the protein bars, Nicola takes another bite anyway, chewing before offering a rueful smile. This is far from the first time he's been called out on bad eating habits. He's always been one to prioritize efficiency over anything else. Well, he used to prioritize taste even more so, but Nicola no longer has that luxury in this environment. He never would have touched these protein bars if he did. He speaks again after swallowing.]
Perhaps I have gotten too comfortable with the convenience of protein bars. I'll try to work on fixing that.
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It's true... in fact, it's why I must keep myself concealed. You of all people must understand how heavy is the burden of the excessively good-looking.
[ Then, a little more seriously: ]
But thank you. In truth, I've been thinking about showing it more often. In my line of work, it's an advantage to keep one's identity close. Yet here, perhaps the rules might be relaxed.
...I think my usual appearance might have frightened Sunny earlier. That wasn't my intention.
[ Ah. So that was it. People placed great importance in appearances -- often to their own great sorrow, in the Ironeye's opinion. They trusted the pretty face who with faint smile rob them blind. They spurned the unsightly and drove them from an honest living. But at least he'd gotten Nicola to consider widening his dietary choices. A good roast quail or two would do the man good. ]
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Yes, of course. A burden we few must carry with dignity.
[Ironeye is right. People tend to lower their guard around the good-looking, and that's exactly why Nicola doesn't conceal his own face. It's a valuable tool he's more than willing to use, despite the drawbacks that come with it.]
Sunny? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with them, but... if you're concerned about first impressions, then I think showing your face more openly will only help. Having a human expression to pair with a voice gives people something familiar—and someone real—to connect with.
[He's not going to say it, but it would also help if Ironeye changed his outfit entirely....]
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[ Well. He wasn't wrong, was he? Yet as fate would have it, there was no one else to help him. And so, as usual, the task had fallen to the most unlikely-looking one of the group. ]
As far as first impressions go, I am satisfied with mine.
[ An assassin ought be fearsome, after all. ]
However, we are here for some time, and not all understand why a man would conceal himself. A sign of regard is meeting others where they are. [ Especially for those that did not recognize his concealed self as truer than his exposed face would ever be. ]
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NEKORA,
DOING BEST WRITE ENLISH
THIS FIRM? HARD?
WHATEVER
SOON SUPER MASTAR. … MUSTARD?
DONUT FORGET TO SMILE!
CELUZE? CAALUS? HELP
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He takes it inside with him, shutting the door behind him as he reads what's written on the adorable raccoon sticky note. The hilariously endearing message causes him to break out in a fit of laughter. Nicola can't remember the last time he's laughed like this; it's the kind of laughter that he'll never reveal to anyone. Caelus really is something special.
Eventually, after he's calmed down and wiped the tears away, he tucks the note away inside the cover of a fancy notebook.]