[ Abel’s eyes are very blue. And very clear. And very hard to pin any blame on. There’s also something kind of familiar in that almost-proudly irreverent demeanor, something he doesn’t dislike. So all in all, Abel makes for a full package that’s ... very difficult for Vangeance to shut down as effectively as he usually does. ]
Um ... [ He’d been politely meeting that inquisitive gaze for a few moments but ultimately concedes defeat, looking down and picking up his teacup to give it a gentle swirl. ] I’m afraid I’ve nothing of that sort. My experience with ... courtship is very limited.
[ Part of him wonders if maybe Abel is messing with him again, but it’s very hard to maintain that thought when faced in person by that wide-eyed, innocent, enthusiastic smile. He smiles awkwardly. ]
I suppose an arranged marriage will be considered for me at some point, given my position as noble heir.
[ Ah. A possible out. Time for an attempt to nudge the conversation a little askew. ]
— but that’s not terribly exciting to discuss. I’m sure you’ve come across much more interesting stories during your travels? Have you had to assist with anything in that vein? Perhaps offer your guidance?
[ oho... something abruptly understanding and knowing, wise, as though he were a man many times his age crosses his features. ah, yes. he sees, now. so it's like that, is it? mm, very well then. ]
A man who's married himself to his duty~! I feel like I should've known... [ inexperienced in the ways of love!! wow, Vangeance was becoming more and more suited to a romantic tale by the passing minute. ] Maybe it's simply because I'm not suited to nobility and aristocratic life myself, but... an arranged marriage seems a little sad, doesn't it? Ah, don't you want a life dedicated to the one you love, Mr. Vangeance...? To find your soulmate, someone who you truly want to devote the rest of your days and grow old beside?! If you marry someone out of duty, you're denying yourself the chance of ever finding them! Or even crueler, that you could find the true love of your life, yet never be able to be with them because you're wedded to another! I-- I can't even bear to think of it...!
[ it's rather clear Abel is in possession of a romantic's heart, in any case... ]
[ AHEM; he reigns in it, however, by the grace of God... at least long enough to answer Vangeance's question. ]
--Oh, um... no, actually, most of my time is spent on trains or on airships rather than actually doing much of anything interesting once I get to where I'm going. I'd say the bulk of my work is trying to figure out how to avoid getting maimed or otherwise brutalized by my boss once I get back, if I'm being honest with you. She's a real demon, you know? She expects more than is just, a-and though I have quite the honorable work ethic, it's never good enough! [ he woefully traces his finger around the rim of his teacup. is he sulking... maybe. ]
[ Abel truly has the heart of a romantic, doesn’t he. There’s something endearing about it, those innocent and almost childish expectations. It’s really too bad that strife regarding arranged marriages, at least any that he knows of, tends to be quite ugly.
Maybe, once he’s had a chance to collate his thoughts later, he’ll come up with something sweeter and softer to regale Abel with. A little white lie to entertain. It wouldn’t feel right to quash those romantic notions, he thinks, and he’s sure Abel would enjoy getting to chat about it with others. ]
I suppose I’ll have to give the matter some thought.
[ The reasons behind his own loveless life are a little more complicated, to be honest. More than just his duty towards a noble lineage he doesn’t care much for. But he refuses to dwell on those thoughts at the moment, not when he can instead watch Abel sulk childishly. ]
It can certainly be difficult working with an unreasonable superior. [ Theatrical pouting or not, those complaints sound valid, so his sympathy is sincere. ] And I would never condone the use of violence against a subordinate. I do hope you’re granted some more peace in the future.
But it sounds like you’ve served in your position for quite some time. I imagine there’s some difficulty arranging for a different position, then? Or is there something worthwhile that keeps you there?
[ He’ll gladly humor gripes and complaints, but it would be nice to know if Abel’s job also has its upsides, too. He hopes there are plenty. ]
[ listen, Vangeance... a dutiful knight such as yourself can surely see fit to dutifully find a romantic partner you then dutifully form a long-lasting and fairy tale love story with, right?? how else is Abel to live vicariously through his exploits...?!
he’s reaching gently for a pastry, mulling over the question, and... well, his situation (and dramatization of such) might be betrayed by the fond, gentle sort of look that crosses his face as he contemplates how best to answer. his ‘demon boss,’ of course, is none other than a beloved friend. ]
Ah, well... Caterina might be trying to send me to an early grave, but — I know her heart is in the right place~! [ being overworked - while not entirely an exaggeration - may be precisely what he asked for, in the end. he just enjoys any chance to whine about it in good company. ]
It might seem a little strange, but... her, and the people I work with— they’re definitely like my family. The heart wants what the heart wants, right...? Maybe it says something about me, but I try not to think about it much. There’s no use crying over spilt milk, so it goes~!
[ as if this constitutes anything resembling spilt milk... the affection in his voice, the softly sentimental and far-away kind of look as his mind’s eye revisits their faces doubtlessly promises that he has very good people who — somehow — put up with his nonsense at home. ]
[ Oh, Abel. You are so sweet. At this rate Vangeance would rather die than admit to you that he's a sad shounen mentor, not a shoujo love interest. ]
I know what you mean.
[ He absolutely recognizes that fond look Abel wears, the overflowing fondness and sentimentality he can't seem to contain even as he complains. It's not especially surprising that Abel values the people he works with; he very much seems the type. But still, getting to see that soft affection in his eyes is good affirmation that the people he cherishes also cherish him back. ]
It's natural to long for a familiar face under these circumstances. I'm sure most people would never wish for their loved ones to have to suffer through the whims of this island, but ... you're correct. The heart wants what the heart wants.
[ His own tone of voice is a little soft and tender, gaze directed out the window as he thinks of the other Knights. But only for a moment. Vangeance exhales softly the next moment, then commits the cardinal etiquette sin of resting his elbows on the table to lean forward a little; sure, it would be inappropriate for high society, but how else can he express his sincere interest? ]
If reminiscing isn't too painful for you, would you tell me about them? The people you work with. Your job sounds so interesting, I'm sure the company you keep must be as intriguing as you.
[ while taking bites of his pastry, he is content to watch a sort of shared sentimentality drift across Vangeance's features; it's the eyes that give him away, he thinks. do his own look like that when he speaks of home...? somehow, the thought makes him a bit happy, somehow. grateful he was in good company.
so he has no qualms in letting some of the boisterousness die away in favor of sincerity, as he leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath. (he even remembers his manners, given his current company, and fully finishes swallowing before speaking. a rarity!! my.) ]
Oh, no - please don't worry! I wouldn't say it's painful... I miss them, of course, but - I think I'm used to being away from home. I guess this feels a bit like being off on a rather strange mission of some sort... but I know they'll be there when I get back. [ he brushes a crumb from his sleeve, offering a slightly sheepish chuckle. ]
Um, let's see. I suppose it's only natural to start with Caterina... that is-- she's my boss, but... I guess you could say she's my oldest friend. We've known each other for more than ten years, now. Caterina is... hm. [ he fidgets, slightly. ] Probably... one of the strongest people I've ever met. And much more well-mannered than me! She's a Duchess and Cardinal, so I have a feeling you'd find her company much preferable to mine. High society comes very easily to her...! [ he can't help a smile; yes, he's rather certain Caterina would very much like Vangeance, and not only because he was a polite and gentlemanly sort. he was interesting. ]
She's been through quite a lot, but... she's practically unshakable. I really admire her, and... I think I owe her a lot, at the end of the day. [ he knows he does, and though the smile at his lips is fond, it's also slightly wistful, like a father reminiscing of a child who'd gone and grown up before he was ready. he's protective of her, even if he would be the first person to admit she could hold her own... and beyond that, she... ]
[ --he seems to realize abruptly his thoughts had wandered away from him, and he clears his throat to sit up a little straighter in his chair, giving a self-deprecating laugh ]
A-ah!! I think I got a little carried away... Mr. Vangeance, please don't let me suck up all the air in the room, alright?! I think it's only fair you tell me a little about those who're waiting for you at home, hm? You seem quite fond of your knights; are you all close?
[ He likes Abel well enough when he's being energetic and Himself, but it's even better when he's calmer like now, simply talking about what he cherishes. And while those little moments of uncharacteristic depth and maturity don't go unnoticed, Vangeance doesn't think too much about them just yet; he knows old bonds tend to have unique nuances, and he's not about to question something so intimate. He smiles as he listens, being gentle with his teacup so the clink of china doesn't interrupt Abel's words. It's subtle, but some of the formal tension in his shoulders loosens ever so slightly, that grand aura he always seems to radiate subsiding just a notch. Because even as the Clover Kingdom's lauded hero, all he's ever really wanted is to know that people are safe and happy, and Abel's exuberant nature is a perfect encapsulation of that hope.
It's only when Abel breaks away from his happy ramble that Vangeance sits back up a little straighter, shaking his head. ]
Not to worry. It's a pleasure listening to you.
[ A little nod to punctuate his point before he continues thoughtfully. ]
The knights of my brigade. I'm very proud of them, certainly. They're all skilled and diligent, and very earnest. But I'm not sure if we're 'close.' [ He hums in thought as he rubs his fingers against the handle of his teacup. A contemplative gesture. ] As their superior, I must be mindful of my position. And while some of the other captains have a closer bond with their members, I'm afraid I've always been a rather private person. They respect and trust me, but I'm considered somewhat untouchable.
[ A soft exhale before he picks his cup back up. ]
I would gladly entrust the Kingdom to them. And I'm grateful to be their Captain. That's what's most important.
[ It's not the sort of thing he actively thinks about much, but discussing these matters with Abel reminds him of just how lonely his life has been, mostly out of necessity. Which means he's all the more grateful for the few bonds he does have, but ... well. He's not blind to the optics of it, and he doesn't want to cause any worry. A sip of tea before he reaches forward to take a pastry for himself, giving Abel an inviting nod. ]
Miss Caterina. The way you speak of her reminds me somewhat of my own superior. [ A soft laugh, terribly fond. ] It's funny how there are often parallels like that, aren't there? Would you tell me more about your other colleagues?
[ the priest is listening attentively as Vangeance answers; though it wasn't a mystery that his masked friend held great respect and no small measure of fondness for his fellow knights, there's something in the way Vangeance extols his place among his peers that has Abel's smile faltering, just slightly, something inquiring creeping onto his face to replace it. no, it wasn't just that, either... there was an understated but undeniable niggle of something like concern. maybe even sadness.
he's lonely. ...he is, isn't he?
the decorum; the polite mannerisms; the poise of a man who is used to holding himself with utmost grace - these are things some would read as symbols of confidence, of one holier-than-thou. aristocrats were not exactly renowned for their humility; many were disgustingly in love with themselves as much as the image of being better than someone. anyone, perhaps. but Vangeance... was of a different ilk.
he wore this mask to hide something... sad, beneath it. holding himself at arms length... exuding an image of an untouchable, unknowable force rather than the human being he truly was...
it was-- ]
...Mr. Vangeance, can I ask you something personal?
[ well, admittedly, it's abrupt. and... maybe rude; he disregards the question, disregards the conversation they'd been having entirely, it seems.
but he is looking across the table at the knight - no, at William - expectantly and without apology. ]
[ His kneejerk reaction is -- 'I've made a mistake.'
His smile doesn't waver, of course. But his movements do pause for a moment, just a moment, before he resumes his perfect posture, back straight and head held high, confident but not arrogant. Perfect for a Knight. Genial but distant.
Vangeance knows should be evasive. Brush the matter aside. A question coming at a timing like this is bound to be a worried one, and Abel is a kind person whose profession consists of caring for others. He's already failed to maintain the proper distance, and he mustn't let Abel any closer, for everyone's sake.
He knows all that.
Vangeance opens his mouth to answer, though, and after a very brief pause, he says, ]
Of course, Father. [ He dips his gaze aside, but his voice doesn't falter. ] What is it?
[ Because Abel deserves that much, he thinks. Abel has offered so much during this short time, after all -- the kind invitation to tea, his attentive questions, his warm and friendly presence. That utterly sincere gaze that he can feel prickling at his skin. They're all things that Vangeance knows he doesn't truly deserve, but here he is, basking in them. So it would only be fair that he try to be honest, at least for a moment. ]
[ gently, he lifts a finger to nudge the sit of his glasses on his face. it's a habitual gesture, some subconscious thing that betrays he's thinking about something... the gears are turning, somewhere. unfortunately for Vangeance, he would appear to be the sole subject of Abel's mental exertions, at present.
but he merely cants his head slightly to the side, letting the inquiry bloom a bit on his face. ]
Do you have someone close, at home...? Friends? Maybe some family...?
[ it is quite the personal question, but he hoped that the knight knew he was more than welcome to decline to answer. though he might be curious, and though that curiosity might be rooted in concern, it didn't entitle him to prying where he wasn't wanted. and Vangeance clearly felt he had to hold the world at a distance; privacy must be an extremely treasured commodity.
still... one misses every shot they don't take, so the saying goes. he isn't one to be shy of failing, especially in the name of a good cause. ]
[ See, he was right. Abel really is the kindly type, so concerned with the personal life of another after so little conversation. Vangeance is absolutely sure that Abel's made a great difference to many people's lives. All the more reason he mustn't waste too much of Abel's time or energy; it's better devoted to others here who might be suffering. ]
My superior, Lord Julius. He's a great man. He was very kind to me when I was younger, and was the one to invite me to join the Order. I'm serious about my duties, of course, but my efforts are also dedicated to him -- a show of my gratitude. And ... [ His voice had been serene, rife with warm admiration and respect, but there's a brief flicker of hesitation before he quietly finishes that thought. Still gentle, still fond, but with the indistinct undertone of something a little complicated. He's been lonely in the past, yes, but it's more than just solitude that plagues him. ] ... one other. A friend I've known for a very long time. He's very dear to me.
[ That's where he finishes. Pointedly, there's no mention of that noble family he's duty-bound to. And Vangeance only lets the silence linger in the air for a moment before smiling politely. ]
It seems our superiors really are quite alike in ways, aren't they?
[ A light prod, encouraging Abel to let the matter lie and return the conversation to pleasantries. But it's only a gentle suggestion, free to take or leave. He can't bring himself to one-sidedly trample on Abel's kind considerations just yet. ]
[ he's relieved, at least in part; Abel was no stranger to the idea that some people went their entire lives permitting themselves no warmth or comfort in the form of connections. Vangeance seemed too kind a person to live that sort of life, but... the quiet sadness despite it worried him. he wasn't sure what its source was - loss? maybe a resignation to things yet to come, but what... he couldn't guess. it persisted, whatever that reason may be.
the priest cups his teacup with both hands, drawing some meager comfort from the warmth it provided. ]
We're quite lucky to have them, aren't we...? [ he can't help the stray thought that he'd very much like to meet the man who had given Vangeance purpose. but, understandably... he'd be just as content without, seeing as how that would require his unceremonious kidnapping to Fogtown. that, he wouldn't wish on anyone - nevermind a friend's well-loved companion. ]
I'm glad to hear you have someone who'll be ready to welcome you home, once you get back. I know you must be more than ready by now... [ a creature with such a heavy sense of responsibility - not just to himself, but others... it had to be hard for him, being here. ] Not just Lord Julius, but... you mentioned another friend, too - are they a knight as well? Do you get to see them, much?
No, he doesn't like knights very much. But he's always been by my side, and I wouldn't be alive as I am now without him. [ Vangeance picks up his cup, directing quiet words into it. ] He ... was terribly hurt in the past. So I've always wanted to protect him. I've been told the passage of time in our homelands is halted while we're here. But regardless, you're correct. I must return as swiftly as possible. For ... both of them.
[ Vangeance takes a sip of his tea, and when he lowers his cup, there's the strange clink of china, a visible ripple across the liquid's surface. A fine tremor in his hand that he quickly suppresses.
His chest is starting to hurt. He's never spoken of these matters, even obliquely, to anyone. It must be the stress of this place, the sudden isolation, that's making him weak, but he knows he shouldn't allow himself any further indulgences. ]
... would you like some more tea, Father? [ He stands to reach for the teapot, and this time, it's more definitive when he changes the subject. Gently, guiltily closing the door in Abel's face. ] And I'd like to hear more about your colleagues, if you wouldn't mind. You seem so happy when you speak of them.
[ Abel is a much better person, with truer alliances and genuine bonds. He'd like the reminder that such people are out there. ]
[ someone who had been hurt. someone he wanted to protect...
...Abel mechanically holds out his nearly empty cup at the offer. he can see that this topic hits a little too close to home; so there was someone, a constant companion he’d been taken from. it was... cruel, and cold-hearted to force such a separation. Abel understood that their captors felt their reasons for bringing them here were just, but... their methods were hardly beyond reproach in his eyes. ]
...I’m sorry. [ a soft offering, and all he would say on the subject — it seemed wrong, not to acknowledge this precious person who held a piece of Vangeance at home with them. he would pray the knight would be back at their side, soon... and Abel would do what he could to ensure Vangeance came back in one piece beside that. ]
[ ...but he pulls his mind back to the present, and fixes the knight with a kind smile. he wanted to move on, so — it wouldn’t do to dwell. ]
Well... If you really don’t mind me going on a tangent...!
[ he won’t begrudge him the desired shift in conversation — even if, admittedly, he’s not particularly used to this — more often than not, he’s accustomed to steering talk away from anything personal, keeping things light and easy-going, but he can see his company is out of sorts, in a way. and that’s his doing; he had gone and pried somewhere personal. it was only fitting he offer some kind of reprieve, too. ]
Where do I even begin...? [ he shifts a little, and once his cup has been generously filled, he settles to adding sugars to occupy his hands as he goes about finding the right words. ] Ah, well — Caterina is Cardinal and head of the Ministry of Holy Affairs, which is really just a fancy way of saying a department that handles issues that are relevant to the church, but happen outside its jurisdiction. So, that might explain why I’m always traveling to all ends of the earth... My companions are likewise always on the move, and unless we’re on assignment together — we don’t see one another all too often. But! We’re quite close despite it. [ he clinks his spoon gently against his cup, his sugar-sludge once again bastardizing a perfectly good cup of tea. whether it’s his drink or speaking of home, the satisfied and warm sort of look has crept back onto his face without him being any wiser. ]
There’s the Professor — who, I’m sure you can guess by the name, is college professor and, um. Creative mind! He invents all sorts of ridiculous gadgets no one ever asked for, and I don’t think he understands how to let his hands rest, but I guess that’s only a sign of how busy his brain must be. They say the most brilliant are also the most eccentric, right...? He would definitely be a poster child to prove the theory, anyway. And there’s Sister Kate — ah, Mr. Vangeance, she dreams up divine recipes for tea as a hobby, and I swear if you only had the chance to taste one, you’d be a changed man~! Even I won’t dump obscene amounts of sugar in it. I think she might actually kill me, if I did, which may also be a strong motivator... but, um— there’s Father Tres and Leon, who might be the manliest duo you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in the whole of your life — and of course Miss Esther...! [ Esther, who was... beyond special, and someone he felt he couldn’t quite bring himself to put into few enough words that would do her justice. ] I really would be here forever if you let me keep going...!
[ ...wow. speaking about them, and realizing he had so much to tell — this past decade has gone by so fast, and he has rarely thought about how much it’s given him. laying it out like this, was... humbling. ] I-it’s silly, but... I guess I haven’t thought about how lucky I am to have them, for a while. I guess I should be thanking you for the reminder.
[ Vangeance steps around to fill Abel's cup, only giving the slightest nod to acknowledge that soft apology. In his heart of hearts, Vangeance knows that he doesn't deserve the sentiment behind it, and Abel wouldn't have offered it if he knew the full truth behind his circumstances, not the half-truth he's been offered here.
But he doesn't have it in him to ignore that kind gesture, either.
He's mostly composed himself once more by the time he's settles back in his seat, picking up his own cup and swirling it gently. A small nod to affirm that yes, he does want to hear Abel speak about the people waiting for him back home, and then ... he listens.
Mostly listens, at least. A part of him is dedicated to watching Abel's movements. The way he speaks, the look on his face, all of his little gestures. That sort of genuine cheer and liveliness is rare among the upper echelons of the Knights, where image and formality are so prized; just getting to witness it in person feels like a small reward. And he especially appreciates the way Abel's eyes narrow with unmistakable fondness, exposing a deeper sincerity that's usually buried under that blanket of frenetic energy.
Vangeance nods along at key points in Abel's anecdotes, filing away those names and facts at the back of his mind. But mostly, he takes in the moment, the warmth in the air, Abel's very presence. It reminds him of Julius in ways, though it would be disrespectful to draw too many parallels; even without that link to one of his most cherished people, he still respects what Abel stands for. ]
The thanks are mine. It's a pleasure getting to hear you speak. And I'm certain your colleagues are just as grateful to know you. [ He'd seemed a little tense before, still fighting back the odd ache in his chest, but the faint stiffness in his posture has since faded, leaving just his usual poise. Vangeance smiles, polite and polished, but not insincere. ] It seems I may have underestimated the complexity of your job. But it sounds like you're in wonderful company -- the sort that could help you through any problem.
[ He takes a sip of his tea, mulling over his thoughts for a moment before continuing softly. ]
... this may sound callous, but I'm glad you're here, on this island.
[ A low exhale, not quite an apologetic laugh. ]
Of course, I wouldn't wish this place on anyone. But it seems this place is intent on shaking people's hearts and minds. And I feel you are the kind of person who can help most in that regard.
[ Vangeance had to be a special sort of person to find this bombardment of drivel enjoyable instead of off-putting; Abel feels a bit... self-conscious, in some strange way - maybe it was because of the sincerity in it. it was rare, talking about things that really meant something to him just to share it. or maybe it was because of the softness he found when he made eye-contact with his guest... something about how Vangeance seemed to take in every word and pay it all its due. he's humbled, again, and reminded - again - he's not merely lucky at home. when was the last time someone talked to him like this, no pretenses or expectations, and just... listened?
...he fidgets, suddenly feeling a little foolish. dumb, it was really dumb for this of all things to throw him off. honestly...
but his thoughts are stolen by the soft sentiments that come next, and Abel is... frankly, more than slightly surprised. it shows on his face before he can think to stop it, brows arching and and blue eyes that always seemed to betray him - however much he could school the rest of his face - displaying how he'd been caught off-guard by the comment.
'the kind of person who could help most'
...
his eyes drop into his teacup as he regains equilibrium, the habitual smile coming back with well-practiced ease. ]
I-- I'm not so sure about all that, but... flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Vangeance!
[ the guise of the fool is like second nature. it slips on as easy as his foot into his boots. but again, the eyes always betray him; old, and rueful, and almost... apologetic. the amount of self-loathing at this table is incredible, really. they could bottle it and make a killing from sadists everywhere between the two of them. ]
Maybe you feel I'm the sort of person who can help others' hearts, but... you are the sort who would give up pieces of his own doing the very same, I think. I'd be quite satisfied if I managed to keep you whole, so you can get back to Lord Julius and your friend just as you are.
So if you promise to keep coming to have tea with me, I promise I'll be here to do just that. Is it a deal...?
[ Vangeance doesn't miss that flicker of surprise. How could he? It's only a brief slip, but he's been watching Abel's face the whole time, so of course he notices it -- the way those clear blue eyes widen before dipping aside, gaze clouding over with something muted and distant and pained. Just for a moment he can sense something terribly familiar in Abel, and the mere thought sends a twinge of acrid sensation stabbing through the back of his throat.
He dearly hopes he's wrong. Hopes he's overreading the situation. Because he would never wish the agony of regret on someone of Abel's nature.
Truly, these two in unison could form the most incredible black hole of self-loathing. Surely, that could never go badly! ]
It isn't flattery.
[ Said gently but firmly, accompanied by solid eye contact. He needs Abel to understand that. That slip was so brief that he knows better than to comment on it, but he also can't play completely ignorant. It's only after a moment has passed and he's made his point that Vangeance gives a polite smile. ]
I reserve my flattery for when I must speak with my Kingdom's ruler. I wouldn't resort to such uncouth methods with you. [ His Majesty, King Augustus Kira Clover XIII would threaten him with punishment if he heard that, so it feels kind of liberating to say out loud. Vangeance smiles into his teacup. ] You needn't worry for my sake, Father. The Administrator seemed quite insistent that I serve the others here to the best of my abilities. So I will, as I'd originally planned. And I've no intention of dying in the process. I won't abandon my duties back home.
[ A brief pause as he lowers his teacup, fingers lingering against the handle in thought. He shouldn't continue. He knows he should finish there. He's already said too much, allowed himself too much. ]
But ... [ Finally, he lowers his hand, giving Abel a smile. It's a little more tempered than usual, not that polished knightly facade he always wears. But it's all the more honest, as a result. ] If you'd invite me for tea another time, without any conditions attached, I'd like it very much.
[ not flattery - of course it wasn't flattery; Vangeance was sincere and genuine and that was precisely why it made it all the harder to accept. he can't even bring himself to verbally acknowledge it aloud, even in jest - though whether it was to save the knight from insult trying to refute his sentiments, or simply because Abel was too cowardly to admit the truth of the matter aloud remains unseen. instead, he fixes on something that's much easier to talk about. ]
The kind of wounds I'm worried you'll carry aren't the kind that would kill you, I'm afraid.
[ maybe they were birds of a feather. he could see familiarity in places he wishes he didn't in his current company; perhaps it was why he was compelled to say any of this at all. he was concerned, worried he'd drive himself mad trying to be a selfless force of good in a place that had all the trappings to eat him alive for it. Vangeance was too kind a soul for that fate. Abel didn't know what it was that weighed at the knight - what drove his sense of duty, as much as the muted hints of something painful in his eyes, but...
God, if there was any way to spare him from more of it, he truly wanted to find it. ]
For what it's worth... a cup of tea will always be waiting for you, either way. Or maybe just some company, really; I don't mind if you find you aren't in the mood for drinking. [ 'tea' often came with the expectation of talking while enjoying it, of social niceties and polite conversation. for someone who seemed to spend most - if not all - their life living in a world of those kind of presumptions, Abel supposed Vangeance just coming over to sit with someone and not having to worry about what it meant or what to do with himself would be just as valuable. ]
Ah, but... I'm not trying to make this awkward or too personal! [ reaching for some sense of normalcy and trying to lighten the mood, not wanting it to stray too far into dangerous territory, he sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck with a self-deprecating smile. ] I suppose it's a little bold of me to assume any of this, isn't it...? I promise, I won't make a habit out of it!
[ what a BOLD FACED LIE he will absolutely continue to meddle without remorse or apology... ]
[ Aah. He was hoping to gloss over that without Abel noticing. In a place like this, of course matters of the mind are even more of a concern than physical safety.
But it figures that someone like Abel, ever accustomed to helping people, would pick up on that attempt the side-step the issue. He's surprisingly astute when it really matters. Vangeance wonders not for the first time how much of that over-excitable, frantic personality is deliberate. Not that he would consider it false, necessarily, and he would never criticize anyone for presenting themselves in a certain fashion, but ... Vangeance tries not to think back to that look in Abel's eyes. ]
... no, I'm grateful for your offer.
[ Vangeance isn't the type to back down from things easily, stubborn and vicious when it truly matters. But this time, he'll relent. Partly as a show of gratitude, because Abel deserves that small show of respect.
And partly because he hopes that will also allow Abel to feel more at ease. The last thing he wants to do is burden someone like him with any further worries. ]
Though I'd like to propose one condition.
I'll gladly accept any future invitations, and ... [ His usual poise falters just a bit; he's not used to relying on others for anything, and there's a touch of awkwardness to his words. Because he's not accepting Abel's offer just to be polite, this time. He means it, and he'll really, earnestly try to keep it in mind. ] I'll take you up on your offer. If ... [ no, given the nature of this place, it would be more frank to say, ] -- when I'm truly in need of it.
[ 'So please don't worry about me.' ]
But in exchange, you mustn't falsely claim to be in danger again. [ He smiles before adding smoothly, ] I'm very serious about ensuring your safety, Father, along with that of everyone else, and I wouldn't wish to grow complacent from hearing false reports. So I hope you'll find it acceptable.
[ well, that... was not precisely what he had been expecting to hear in return. in all honesty, he had been half-prepared for Vangeance to take the out from any personal subjects and run with it; the priest didn't think he would be big enough a man in the other man's shoes to graciously accept, nevermind make a counter-offer.
his smile, in return, is definitely warm and holds genuine gratitude. ]
That, I think, is more than fair. I hope I didn't worry you too much, before... [ but is he apologizing?? NO... what a wretch, this guy HOW DARE YOU WASTE YOUR WORRY ON THIS LOSER... ]
Ah, but I feel like a little weight has been lifted from my shoulders~! Mr. Vangeance, I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I've already decided that I quite enjoy your company and am looking forward to seeing much more of you from here-on out. --N-not that I mean I hope you have a rough time of things and thus come sniffing out tea time, but... you know what I mean, don't you? What am I saying, of course you do...
[ he's contented, glad the knight had agreed and the pact is sealed in blood. ...or, well, close enough. Vangeance was a man of his honor, and so Abel had a feeling he would take this quite seriously. ]
And, truth be told... it's just-- nice. [ this. sitting down with someone, no strings attached... in the quiet after the storm, so to speak. reminders that things always go back to some sense of normalcy. the resilience of humans. ] Making a new friend is the very best remedy for anything that ails you, you know?
[ Vangeance, of course, has no intentions of revealing anything more personal about himself; he’s already allowed too much to slip. But if it’s just accepting that offer of no-strings-attached company, then ... he thinks he can permit himself that much. It’s still probably more than he deserves, but he does know the importance of self-maintenance. If it takes a little indulgence to keep himself in working condition long enough to fight for the people of this place and eventually return home, then he’ll stomach the guilt that comes from accepting Abel’s offer.
And besides, how can he really regret that decision when he sees that warm smile Abel gives him? It sends a stupid little ache through his chest, relieved and grateful and embarrassed and a touch ashamed all at the same time, and he tries to hide it by reaching for a cookie. ]
I’d be glad if I can serve as acceptable company. [ He smiles, amused, as he thinks back to everything Abel had rambled about. ] You said earlier that most aristocracy don’t seem to favor your company. And I suppose I can see why you would think so. But I hope you won’t assume the same of me — I’ve never cared much for the rigid nature of nobility, and I’m happy to have your company.
[ So he says, while ever-so-primly taking a bite of the cookie. Though he does blink at it, looking a little startled. All the sweets here are so much sweeter than his oldschool palate is used to ... ]
... ah, certainly. [ Sorry, he needed a little moment to handle that little sugar rush before he manages to address Abel’s cheery sentiment. And while he’s not sure he’d consider himself a ‘friend’ to too many people, he knows what Abel means. Vangeance smiles fondly as he glances out the window towards the other houses. ] This place is full of interesting people, isn’t it? Even with the unfortunate circumstances that have brought us together, it’s been a pleasure getting to know many of them.
[ outside of the little family he's made of the AX, he imagines there aren't many who would tolerate his particular brand of idiocy so graciously as Vangeance. Caterina would truly be impressed (or flabbergasted); he can't help but smile at the thought as he brings his teacup to his lips. sigh, sigh, he's becoming more and more fond as the moments tick by, this truly is going to be meddlesome (for this poor, poor knight, of course)...
oh-- what was that CUTE fumble with the cookie--
...ahem; he saw nothing. ]
Oh, being here has absolutely broadened my horizons...! The kind of magic you do, for example, is the stuff of fairy tales and legend in my world. I couldn't imagine what your Kingdom must be like, Mr. Vangeance! And I think I'm in the minority where the existence of magic is concerned. Every day it feels like I'm running into someone who takes all of it into stride... I guess it shouldn't be surprising the people who come from all these fantastical worlds are so interesting, right? There's no shortage of personalities, at least!
[ he can think of a few that stand out right off the bat: his fondness for Jun has him coming to mind... and Naruto - a ninja who could shape-shift surely was a novel idea... Hide and Nero... Father Hansa and his body that made him more metal than man... ]
Have you met anyone that tickles your curiosity...? I have to admit, there are quite a few to choose from, but... for someone like you who comes from someplace where magic and all that is normal, I'm a bit intrigued at what you might say!
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Um ... [ He’d been politely meeting that inquisitive gaze for a few moments but ultimately concedes defeat, looking down and picking up his teacup to give it a gentle swirl. ] I’m afraid I’ve nothing of that sort. My experience with ... courtship is very limited.
[ Part of him wonders if maybe Abel is messing with him again, but it’s very hard to maintain that thought when faced in person by that wide-eyed, innocent, enthusiastic smile. He smiles awkwardly. ]
I suppose an arranged marriage will be considered for me at some point, given my position as noble heir.
[ Ah. A possible out. Time for an attempt to nudge the conversation a little askew. ]
— but that’s not terribly exciting to discuss. I’m sure you’ve come across much more interesting stories during your travels? Have you had to assist with anything in that vein? Perhaps offer your guidance?
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A man who's married himself to his duty~! I feel like I should've known... [ inexperienced in the ways of love!! wow, Vangeance was becoming more and more suited to a romantic tale by the passing minute. ] Maybe it's simply because I'm not suited to nobility and aristocratic life myself, but... an arranged marriage seems a little sad, doesn't it? Ah, don't you want a life dedicated to the one you love, Mr. Vangeance...? To find your soulmate, someone who you truly want to devote the rest of your days and grow old beside?! If you marry someone out of duty, you're denying yourself the chance of ever finding them! Or even crueler, that you could find the true love of your life, yet never be able to be with them because you're wedded to another! I-- I can't even bear to think of it...!
[ it's rather clear Abel is in possession of a romantic's heart, in any case... ]
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--Oh, um... no, actually, most of my time is spent on trains or on airships rather than actually doing much of anything interesting once I get to where I'm going. I'd say the bulk of my work is trying to figure out how to avoid getting maimed or otherwise brutalized by my boss once I get back, if I'm being honest with you. She's a real demon, you know? She expects more than is just, a-and though I have quite the honorable work ethic, it's never good enough! [ he woefully traces his finger around the rim of his teacup. is he sulking... maybe. ]
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Maybe, once he’s had a chance to collate his thoughts later, he’ll come up with something sweeter and softer to regale Abel with. A little white lie to entertain. It wouldn’t feel right to quash those romantic notions, he thinks, and he’s sure Abel would enjoy getting to chat about it with others. ]
I suppose I’ll have to give the matter some thought.
[ The reasons behind his own loveless life are a little more complicated, to be honest. More than just his duty towards a noble lineage he doesn’t care much for. But he refuses to dwell on those thoughts at the moment, not when he can instead watch Abel sulk childishly. ]
It can certainly be difficult working with an unreasonable superior. [ Theatrical pouting or not, those complaints sound valid, so his sympathy is sincere. ] And I would never condone the use of violence against a subordinate. I do hope you’re granted some more peace in the future.
But it sounds like you’ve served in your position for quite some time. I imagine there’s some difficulty arranging for a different position, then? Or is there something worthwhile that keeps you there?
[ He’ll gladly humor gripes and complaints, but it would be nice to know if Abel’s job also has its upsides, too. He hopes there are plenty. ]
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he’s reaching gently for a pastry, mulling over the question, and... well, his situation (and dramatization of such) might be betrayed by the fond, gentle sort of look that crosses his face as he contemplates how best to answer. his ‘demon boss,’ of course, is none other than a beloved friend. ]
Ah, well... Caterina might be trying to send me to an early grave, but — I know her heart is in the right place~! [ being overworked - while not entirely an exaggeration - may be precisely what he asked for, in the end. he just enjoys any chance to whine about it in good company. ]
It might seem a little strange, but... her, and the people I work with— they’re definitely like my family. The heart wants what the heart wants, right...? Maybe it says something about me, but I try not to think about it much. There’s no use crying over spilt milk, so it goes~!
[ as if this constitutes anything resembling spilt milk... the affection in his voice, the softly sentimental and far-away kind of look as his mind’s eye revisits their faces doubtlessly promises that he has very good people who — somehow — put up with his nonsense at home. ]
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I know what you mean.
[ He absolutely recognizes that fond look Abel wears, the overflowing fondness and sentimentality he can't seem to contain even as he complains. It's not especially surprising that Abel values the people he works with; he very much seems the type. But still, getting to see that soft affection in his eyes is good affirmation that the people he cherishes also cherish him back. ]
It's natural to long for a familiar face under these circumstances. I'm sure most people would never wish for their loved ones to have to suffer through the whims of this island, but ... you're correct. The heart wants what the heart wants.
[ His own tone of voice is a little soft and tender, gaze directed out the window as he thinks of the other Knights. But only for a moment. Vangeance exhales softly the next moment, then commits the cardinal etiquette sin of resting his elbows on the table to lean forward a little; sure, it would be inappropriate for high society, but how else can he express his sincere interest? ]
If reminiscing isn't too painful for you, would you tell me about them? The people you work with. Your job sounds so interesting, I'm sure the company you keep must be as intriguing as you.
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so he has no qualms in letting some of the boisterousness die away in favor of sincerity, as he leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath. (he even remembers his manners, given his current company, and fully finishes swallowing before speaking. a rarity!! my.) ]
Oh, no - please don't worry! I wouldn't say it's painful... I miss them, of course, but - I think I'm used to being away from home. I guess this feels a bit like being off on a rather strange mission of some sort... but I know they'll be there when I get back. [ he brushes a crumb from his sleeve, offering a slightly sheepish chuckle. ]
Um, let's see. I suppose it's only natural to start with Caterina... that is-- she's my boss, but... I guess you could say she's my oldest friend. We've known each other for more than ten years, now. Caterina is... hm. [ he fidgets, slightly. ] Probably... one of the strongest people I've ever met. And much more well-mannered than me! She's a Duchess and Cardinal, so I have a feeling you'd find her company much preferable to mine. High society comes very easily to her...! [ he can't help a smile; yes, he's rather certain Caterina would very much like Vangeance, and not only because he was a polite and gentlemanly sort. he was interesting. ]
She's been through quite a lot, but... she's practically unshakable. I really admire her, and... I think I owe her a lot, at the end of the day. [ he knows he does, and though the smile at his lips is fond, it's also slightly wistful, like a father reminiscing of a child who'd gone and grown up before he was ready. he's protective of her, even if he would be the first person to admit she could hold her own... and beyond that, she... ]
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A-ah!! I think I got a little carried away... Mr. Vangeance, please don't let me suck up all the air in the room, alright?! I think it's only fair you tell me a little about those who're waiting for you at home, hm? You seem quite fond of your knights; are you all close?
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It's only when Abel breaks away from his happy ramble that Vangeance sits back up a little straighter, shaking his head. ]
Not to worry. It's a pleasure listening to you.
[ A little nod to punctuate his point before he continues thoughtfully. ]
The knights of my brigade. I'm very proud of them, certainly. They're all skilled and diligent, and very earnest. But I'm not sure if we're 'close.' [ He hums in thought as he rubs his fingers against the handle of his teacup. A contemplative gesture. ] As their superior, I must be mindful of my position. And while some of the other captains have a closer bond with their members, I'm afraid I've always been a rather private person. They respect and trust me, but I'm considered somewhat untouchable.
[ A soft exhale before he picks his cup back up. ]
I would gladly entrust the Kingdom to them. And I'm grateful to be their Captain. That's what's most important.
[ It's not the sort of thing he actively thinks about much, but discussing these matters with Abel reminds him of just how lonely his life has been, mostly out of necessity. Which means he's all the more grateful for the few bonds he does have, but ... well. He's not blind to the optics of it, and he doesn't want to cause any worry. A sip of tea before he reaches forward to take a pastry for himself, giving Abel an inviting nod. ]
Miss Caterina. The way you speak of her reminds me somewhat of my own superior. [ A soft laugh, terribly fond. ] It's funny how there are often parallels like that, aren't there? Would you tell me more about your other colleagues?
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he's lonely. ...he is, isn't he?
the decorum; the polite mannerisms; the poise of a man who is used to holding himself with utmost grace - these are things some would read as symbols of confidence, of one holier-than-thou. aristocrats were not exactly renowned for their humility; many were disgustingly in love with themselves as much as the image of being better than someone. anyone, perhaps. but Vangeance... was of a different ilk.
he wore this mask to hide something... sad, beneath it. holding himself at arms length... exuding an image of an untouchable, unknowable force rather than the human being he truly was...
it was-- ]
...Mr. Vangeance, can I ask you something personal?
[ well, admittedly, it's abrupt. and... maybe rude; he disregards the question, disregards the conversation they'd been having entirely, it seems.
but he is looking across the table at the knight - no, at William - expectantly and without apology. ]
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His smile doesn't waver, of course. But his movements do pause for a moment, just a moment, before he resumes his perfect posture, back straight and head held high, confident but not arrogant. Perfect for a Knight. Genial but distant.
Vangeance knows should be evasive. Brush the matter aside. A question coming at a timing like this is bound to be a worried one, and Abel is a kind person whose profession consists of caring for others. He's already failed to maintain the proper distance, and he mustn't let Abel any closer, for everyone's sake.
He knows all that.
Vangeance opens his mouth to answer, though, and after a very brief pause, he says, ]
Of course, Father. [ He dips his gaze aside, but his voice doesn't falter. ] What is it?
[ Because Abel deserves that much, he thinks. Abel has offered so much during this short time, after all -- the kind invitation to tea, his attentive questions, his warm and friendly presence. That utterly sincere gaze that he can feel prickling at his skin. They're all things that Vangeance knows he doesn't truly deserve, but here he is, basking in them. So it would only be fair that he try to be honest, at least for a moment. ]
I'll answer if I can.
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but he merely cants his head slightly to the side, letting the inquiry bloom a bit on his face. ]
Do you have someone close, at home...? Friends? Maybe some family...?
[ it is quite the personal question, but he hoped that the knight knew he was more than welcome to decline to answer. though he might be curious, and though that curiosity might be rooted in concern, it didn't entitle him to prying where he wasn't wanted. and Vangeance clearly felt he had to hold the world at a distance; privacy must be an extremely treasured commodity.
still... one misses every shot they don't take, so the saying goes. he isn't one to be shy of failing, especially in the name of a good cause. ]
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... I do.
[ See, he was right. Abel really is the kindly type, so concerned with the personal life of another after so little conversation. Vangeance is absolutely sure that Abel's made a great difference to many people's lives. All the more reason he mustn't waste too much of Abel's time or energy; it's better devoted to others here who might be suffering. ]
My superior, Lord Julius. He's a great man. He was very kind to me when I was younger, and was the one to invite me to join the Order. I'm serious about my duties, of course, but my efforts are also dedicated to him -- a show of my gratitude. And ... [ His voice had been serene, rife with warm admiration and respect, but there's a brief flicker of hesitation before he quietly finishes that thought. Still gentle, still fond, but with the indistinct undertone of something a little complicated. He's been lonely in the past, yes, but it's more than just solitude that plagues him. ] ... one other. A friend I've known for a very long time. He's very dear to me.
[ That's where he finishes. Pointedly, there's no mention of that noble family he's duty-bound to. And Vangeance only lets the silence linger in the air for a moment before smiling politely. ]
It seems our superiors really are quite alike in ways, aren't they?
[ A light prod, encouraging Abel to let the matter lie and return the conversation to pleasantries. But it's only a gentle suggestion, free to take or leave. He can't bring himself to one-sidedly trample on Abel's kind considerations just yet. ]
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the priest cups his teacup with both hands, drawing some meager comfort from the warmth it provided. ]
We're quite lucky to have them, aren't we...? [ he can't help the stray thought that he'd very much like to meet the man who had given Vangeance purpose. but, understandably... he'd be just as content without, seeing as how that would require his unceremonious kidnapping to Fogtown. that, he wouldn't wish on anyone - nevermind a friend's well-loved companion. ]
I'm glad to hear you have someone who'll be ready to welcome you home, once you get back. I know you must be more than ready by now... [ a creature with such a heavy sense of responsibility - not just to himself, but others... it had to be hard for him, being here. ] Not just Lord Julius, but... you mentioned another friend, too - are they a knight as well? Do you get to see them, much?
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No, he doesn't like knights very much. But he's always been by my side, and I wouldn't be alive as I am now without him. [ Vangeance picks up his cup, directing quiet words into it. ] He ... was terribly hurt in the past. So I've always wanted to protect him. I've been told the passage of time in our homelands is halted while we're here. But regardless, you're correct. I must return as swiftly as possible. For ... both of them.
[ Vangeance takes a sip of his tea, and when he lowers his cup, there's the strange clink of china, a visible ripple across the liquid's surface. A fine tremor in his hand that he quickly suppresses.
His chest is starting to hurt. He's never spoken of these matters, even obliquely, to anyone. It must be the stress of this place, the sudden isolation, that's making him weak, but he knows he shouldn't allow himself any further indulgences. ]
... would you like some more tea, Father? [ He stands to reach for the teapot, and this time, it's more definitive when he changes the subject. Gently, guiltily closing the door in Abel's face. ] And I'd like to hear more about your colleagues, if you wouldn't mind. You seem so happy when you speak of them.
[ Abel is a much better person, with truer alliances and genuine bonds. He'd like the reminder that such people are out there. ]
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...Abel mechanically holds out his nearly empty cup at the offer. he can see that this topic hits a little too close to home; so there was someone, a constant companion he’d been taken from. it was... cruel, and cold-hearted to force such a separation. Abel understood that their captors felt their reasons for bringing them here were just, but... their methods were hardly beyond reproach in his eyes. ]
...I’m sorry. [ a soft offering, and all he would say on the subject — it seemed wrong, not to acknowledge this precious person who held a piece of Vangeance at home with them. he would pray the knight would be back at their side, soon... and Abel would do what he could to ensure Vangeance came back in one piece beside that. ]
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Well... If you really don’t mind me going on a tangent...!
[ he won’t begrudge him the desired shift in conversation — even if, admittedly, he’s not particularly used to this — more often than not, he’s accustomed to steering talk away from anything personal, keeping things light and easy-going, but he can see his company is out of sorts, in a way. and that’s his doing; he had gone and pried somewhere personal. it was only fitting he offer some kind of reprieve, too. ]
Where do I even begin...? [ he shifts a little, and once his cup has been generously filled, he settles to adding sugars to occupy his hands as he goes about finding the right words. ] Ah, well — Caterina is Cardinal and head of the Ministry of Holy Affairs, which is really just a fancy way of saying a department that handles issues that are relevant to the church, but happen outside its jurisdiction. So, that might explain why I’m always traveling to all ends of the earth... My companions are likewise always on the move, and unless we’re on assignment together — we don’t see one another all too often. But! We’re quite close despite it. [ he clinks his spoon gently against his cup, his sugar-sludge once again bastardizing a perfectly good cup of tea. whether it’s his drink or speaking of home, the satisfied and warm sort of look has crept back onto his face without him being any wiser. ]
There’s the Professor — who, I’m sure you can guess by the name, is college professor and, um. Creative mind! He invents all sorts of ridiculous gadgets no one ever asked for, and I don’t think he understands how to let his hands rest, but I guess that’s only a sign of how busy his brain must be. They say the most brilliant are also the most eccentric, right...? He would definitely be a poster child to prove the theory, anyway. And there’s Sister Kate — ah, Mr. Vangeance, she dreams up divine recipes for tea as a hobby, and I swear if you only had the chance to taste one, you’d be a changed man~! Even I won’t dump obscene amounts of sugar in it. I think she might actually kill me, if I did, which may also be a strong motivator... but, um— there’s Father Tres and Leon, who might be the manliest duo you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in the whole of your life — and of course Miss Esther...! [ Esther, who was... beyond special, and someone he felt he couldn’t quite bring himself to put into few enough words that would do her justice. ] I really would be here forever if you let me keep going...!
[ ...wow. speaking about them, and realizing he had so much to tell — this past decade has gone by so fast, and he has rarely thought about how much it’s given him. laying it out like this, was... humbling. ] I-it’s silly, but... I guess I haven’t thought about how lucky I am to have them, for a while. I guess I should be thanking you for the reminder.
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But he doesn't have it in him to ignore that kind gesture, either.
He's mostly composed himself once more by the time he's settles back in his seat, picking up his own cup and swirling it gently. A small nod to affirm that yes, he does want to hear Abel speak about the people waiting for him back home, and then ... he listens.
Mostly listens, at least. A part of him is dedicated to watching Abel's movements. The way he speaks, the look on his face, all of his little gestures. That sort of genuine cheer and liveliness is rare among the upper echelons of the Knights, where image and formality are so prized; just getting to witness it in person feels like a small reward. And he especially appreciates the way Abel's eyes narrow with unmistakable fondness, exposing a deeper sincerity that's usually buried under that blanket of frenetic energy.
Vangeance nods along at key points in Abel's anecdotes, filing away those names and facts at the back of his mind. But mostly, he takes in the moment, the warmth in the air, Abel's very presence. It reminds him of Julius in ways, though it would be disrespectful to draw too many parallels; even without that link to one of his most cherished people, he still respects what Abel stands for. ]
The thanks are mine. It's a pleasure getting to hear you speak. And I'm certain your colleagues are just as grateful to know you. [ He'd seemed a little tense before, still fighting back the odd ache in his chest, but the faint stiffness in his posture has since faded, leaving just his usual poise. Vangeance smiles, polite and polished, but not insincere. ] It seems I may have underestimated the complexity of your job. But it sounds like you're in wonderful company -- the sort that could help you through any problem.
[ He takes a sip of his tea, mulling over his thoughts for a moment before continuing softly. ]
... this may sound callous, but I'm glad you're here, on this island.
[ A low exhale, not quite an apologetic laugh. ]
Of course, I wouldn't wish this place on anyone. But it seems this place is intent on shaking people's hearts and minds. And I feel you are the kind of person who can help most in that regard.
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...he fidgets, suddenly feeling a little foolish. dumb, it was really dumb for this of all things to throw him off. honestly...
but his thoughts are stolen by the soft sentiments that come next, and Abel is... frankly, more than slightly surprised. it shows on his face before he can think to stop it, brows arching and and blue eyes that always seemed to betray him - however much he could school the rest of his face - displaying how he'd been caught off-guard by the comment.
'the kind of person who could help most'
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his eyes drop into his teacup as he regains equilibrium, the habitual smile coming back with well-practiced ease. ]
I-- I'm not so sure about all that, but... flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Vangeance!
[ the guise of the fool is like second nature. it slips on as easy as his foot into his boots. but again, the eyes always betray him; old, and rueful, and almost... apologetic. the amount of self-loathing at this table is incredible, really. they could bottle it and make a killing from sadists everywhere between the two of them. ]
Maybe you feel I'm the sort of person who can help others' hearts, but... you are the sort who would give up pieces of his own doing the very same, I think. I'd be quite satisfied if I managed to keep you whole, so you can get back to Lord Julius and your friend just as you are.
So if you promise to keep coming to have tea with me, I promise I'll be here to do just that. Is it a deal...?
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He dearly hopes he's wrong. Hopes he's overreading the situation. Because he would never wish the agony of regret on someone of Abel's nature.
Truly, these two in unison could form the most incredible black hole of self-loathing. Surely, that could never go badly! ]
It isn't flattery.
[ Said gently but firmly, accompanied by solid eye contact. He needs Abel to understand that. That slip was so brief that he knows better than to comment on it, but he also can't play completely ignorant. It's only after a moment has passed and he's made his point that Vangeance gives a polite smile. ]
I reserve my flattery for when I must speak with my Kingdom's ruler. I wouldn't resort to such uncouth methods with you. [ His Majesty, King Augustus Kira Clover XIII would threaten him with punishment if he heard that, so it feels kind of liberating to say out loud. Vangeance smiles into his teacup. ] You needn't worry for my sake, Father. The Administrator seemed quite insistent that I serve the others here to the best of my abilities. So I will, as I'd originally planned. And I've no intention of dying in the process. I won't abandon my duties back home.
[ A brief pause as he lowers his teacup, fingers lingering against the handle in thought. He shouldn't continue. He knows he should finish there. He's already said too much, allowed himself too much. ]
But ... [ Finally, he lowers his hand, giving Abel a smile. It's a little more tempered than usual, not that polished knightly facade he always wears. But it's all the more honest, as a result. ] If you'd invite me for tea another time, without any conditions attached, I'd like it very much.
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The kind of wounds I'm worried you'll carry aren't the kind that would kill you, I'm afraid.
[ maybe they were birds of a feather. he could see familiarity in places he wishes he didn't in his current company; perhaps it was why he was compelled to say any of this at all. he was concerned, worried he'd drive himself mad trying to be a selfless force of good in a place that had all the trappings to eat him alive for it. Vangeance was too kind a soul for that fate. Abel didn't know what it was that weighed at the knight - what drove his sense of duty, as much as the muted hints of something painful in his eyes, but...
God, if there was any way to spare him from more of it, he truly wanted to find it. ]
For what it's worth... a cup of tea will always be waiting for you, either way. Or maybe just some company, really; I don't mind if you find you aren't in the mood for drinking. [ 'tea' often came with the expectation of talking while enjoying it, of social niceties and polite conversation. for someone who seemed to spend most - if not all - their life living in a world of those kind of presumptions, Abel supposed Vangeance just coming over to sit with someone and not having to worry about what it meant or what to do with himself would be just as valuable. ]
Ah, but... I'm not trying to make this awkward or too personal! [ reaching for some sense of normalcy and trying to lighten the mood, not wanting it to stray too far into dangerous territory, he sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck with a self-deprecating smile. ] I suppose it's a little bold of me to assume any of this, isn't it...? I promise, I won't make a habit out of it!
[ what a BOLD FACED LIE he will absolutely continue to meddle without remorse or apology... ]
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But it figures that someone like Abel, ever accustomed to helping people, would pick up on that attempt the side-step the issue. He's surprisingly astute when it really matters. Vangeance wonders not for the first time how much of that over-excitable, frantic personality is deliberate. Not that he would consider it false, necessarily, and he would never criticize anyone for presenting themselves in a certain fashion, but ... Vangeance tries not to think back to that look in Abel's eyes. ]
... no, I'm grateful for your offer.
[ Vangeance isn't the type to back down from things easily, stubborn and vicious when it truly matters. But this time, he'll relent. Partly as a show of gratitude, because Abel deserves that small show of respect.
And partly because he hopes that will also allow Abel to feel more at ease. The last thing he wants to do is burden someone like him with any further worries. ]
Though I'd like to propose one condition.
I'll gladly accept any future invitations, and ... [ His usual poise falters just a bit; he's not used to relying on others for anything, and there's a touch of awkwardness to his words. Because he's not accepting Abel's offer just to be polite, this time. He means it, and he'll really, earnestly try to keep it in mind. ] I'll take you up on your offer. If ... [ no, given the nature of this place, it would be more frank to say, ] -- when I'm truly in need of it.
[ 'So please don't worry about me.' ]
But in exchange, you mustn't falsely claim to be in danger again. [ He smiles before adding smoothly, ] I'm very serious about ensuring your safety, Father, along with that of everyone else, and I wouldn't wish to grow complacent from hearing false reports. So I hope you'll find it acceptable.
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his smile, in return, is definitely warm and holds genuine gratitude. ]
That, I think, is more than fair. I hope I didn't worry you too much, before... [ but is he apologizing?? NO... what a wretch, this guy HOW DARE YOU WASTE YOUR WORRY ON THIS LOSER... ]
Ah, but I feel like a little weight has been lifted from my shoulders~! Mr. Vangeance, I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I've already decided that I quite enjoy your company and am looking forward to seeing much more of you from here-on out. --N-not that I mean I hope you have a rough time of things and thus come sniffing out tea time, but... you know what I mean, don't you? What am I saying, of course you do...
[ he's contented, glad the knight had agreed and the pact is sealed in blood. ...or, well, close enough. Vangeance was a man of his honor, and so Abel had a feeling he would take this quite seriously. ]
And, truth be told... it's just-- nice. [ this. sitting down with someone, no strings attached... in the quiet after the storm, so to speak. reminders that things always go back to some sense of normalcy. the resilience of humans. ] Making a new friend is the very best remedy for anything that ails you, you know?
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And besides, how can he really regret that decision when he sees that warm smile Abel gives him? It sends a stupid little ache through his chest, relieved and grateful and embarrassed and a touch ashamed all at the same time, and he tries to hide it by reaching for a cookie. ]
I’d be glad if I can serve as acceptable company. [ He smiles, amused, as he thinks back to everything Abel had rambled about. ] You said earlier that most aristocracy don’t seem to favor your company. And I suppose I can see why you would think so. But I hope you won’t assume the same of me — I’ve never cared much for the rigid nature of nobility, and I’m happy to have your company.
[ So he says, while ever-so-primly taking a bite of the cookie. Though he does blink at it, looking a little startled. All the sweets here are so much sweeter than his oldschool palate is used to ... ]
... ah, certainly. [ Sorry, he needed a little moment to handle that little sugar rush before he manages to address Abel’s cheery sentiment. And while he’s not sure he’d consider himself a ‘friend’ to too many people, he knows what Abel means. Vangeance smiles fondly as he glances out the window towards the other houses. ] This place is full of interesting people, isn’t it? Even with the unfortunate circumstances that have brought us together, it’s been a pleasure getting to know many of them.
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oh-- what was that CUTE fumble with the cookie--
...ahem; he saw nothing. ]
Oh, being here has absolutely broadened my horizons...! The kind of magic you do, for example, is the stuff of fairy tales and legend in my world. I couldn't imagine what your Kingdom must be like, Mr. Vangeance! And I think I'm in the minority where the existence of magic is concerned. Every day it feels like I'm running into someone who takes all of it into stride... I guess it shouldn't be surprising the people who come from all these fantastical worlds are so interesting, right? There's no shortage of personalities, at least!
[ he can think of a few that stand out right off the bat: his fondness for Jun has him coming to mind... and Naruto - a ninja who could shape-shift surely was a novel idea... Hide and Nero... Father Hansa and his body that made him more metal than man... ]
Have you met anyone that tickles your curiosity...? I have to admit, there are quite a few to choose from, but... for someone like you who comes from someplace where magic and all that is normal, I'm a bit intrigued at what you might say!
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