[As the kiss intensified, Yuca found himself losing a bit into it. His logic and calm reasoning was turning up dry, and when he wondered why he hadn't broken it off yet... well, he really couldn't figure it out. Unfortunately.
Pressed up against the pillar- undignified, to be sure, but Yuca couldn't bring himself to care- the real world slowly started seeping back in. He was cold. Horst wasn't much help in the bodyheat department (though he wasn't as cold as the pillar behind him, that was always something), and his injuries were starting to become painful.
It was the strangest sensation- part of him wanted to press closer, kiss harder, let this continue- but the more rational part was more concerned with him catching a cold or injuring himself further. In the end, it was the second piece that won out, as he pulled back, breaking the kiss, breathless and wide-eyed with a belated surprise.]
[He finally lets go of Yuca's other hand--somewhere along the way he'd twined their fingers, he can't remember when. Then he steps back, not quite looking at Yuca]
[Yuca nodded halfheartedly, letting his hands fall limply at his sides. Awkwardly, he shrugged, stepping away from the pillar and from Horst, unable to quite meet the other man's eyes.]
I'm going to go home. I- suppose I'll see you around.
[Yuca didn't waste much time. He collected his sword, fastened it to his belt, and was gone with nothing but the creak of the front door to see him off.
Had he had his entire soul, it wouldn't have been that big of a deal- he could have laughed it off, used it to manipulate Horst, and pushed their game further. But now that he didn't have those memories, that manipulative streak, the drive to tear people apart... Yuca didn't know what to do. He was torn between his apathy and the odd, dim emotions that were just starting to bubble up as his fractured soul slowly started to heal itself. And he didn't know how to deal with it, didn't know how to comprehend this sudden rush of feeling, those inconsequential memories that suddenly flickered to life behind his eyes.
As he reached his doorstep, Yuca finally considered the idea that maybe Horst didn't quite know what he was doing either.]
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Pressed up against the pillar- undignified, to be sure, but Yuca couldn't bring himself to care- the real world slowly started seeping back in. He was cold. Horst wasn't much help in the bodyheat department (though he wasn't as cold as the pillar behind him, that was always something), and his injuries were starting to become painful.
It was the strangest sensation- part of him wanted to press closer, kiss harder, let this continue- but the more rational part was more concerned with him catching a cold or injuring himself further. In the end, it was the second piece that won out, as he pulled back, breaking the kiss, breathless and wide-eyed with a belated surprise.]
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Mina.
What was he doing? Yuca didn't even remember him, for God's sake.]
I'm sorry if that....
[He couldn't find a way to accurately finish the sentence.]
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[It came out shakier than he wanted it to. Damnit. Yuca bit down on his lower lip and took a deep breath, shaking his head. What were they doing?]
...I think our practice is over.
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Yeah. I think so.
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I'm going to go home. I- suppose I'll see you around.
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[He half-watches Yuca go, and leans against the pillar.]
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Had he had his entire soul, it wouldn't have been that big of a deal- he could have laughed it off, used it to manipulate Horst, and pushed their game further. But now that he didn't have those memories, that manipulative streak, the drive to tear people apart... Yuca didn't know what to do. He was torn between his apathy and the odd, dim emotions that were just starting to bubble up as his fractured soul slowly started to heal itself. And he didn't know how to deal with it, didn't know how to comprehend this sudden rush of feeling, those inconsequential memories that suddenly flickered to life behind his eyes.
As he reached his doorstep, Yuca finally considered the idea that maybe Horst didn't quite know what he was doing either.]