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maskormenacelogs2015-08-12 12:40 am
debauchewy) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-08-12 12:40 am
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WHO: Hisoka and Chrollo
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, Chrollo's home
WHEN: Late 8/12
WHAT: Nightly visit, but after some grave news
WARNINGS: General Hisoka and Chrollo warning. Most likely just near sexual and implied adult situations.
It didn't take him long to see it. Well, see a lack of it. Nobunaga was gone, having tried to contact him Hisoka found out and immediately his mind went to Chrollo. It was unexpected how quickly it happened too. He barely thought about how disappointed he was at the man missing before he was thinking about how Chrollo was handling it. Such a sentimental man, and instead of finding that thought endearing, it just troubled him. An odd feeling, that sickness in his stomach, he wanted to know if he knew, what he was doing. Was it anything like he was when Hisoka himself had left? Why did it bother him to think about?
In the end he went to see. If only to cure himself of this strange anxiety he's still too new to to understand. His worry was novel, worry about Chrollo having difficulty with the porting out of someone he held dear. He was worried he was sad when he shouldn't really care. If anything Hisoka was better focusing on his own very slight sorrow at the lack of any future fight with Nobunaga, and of course he was thinking about it. But not to the degree he found himself curious of Chrollo's condition.
Was he sad?
Probably pensive about it.
He'll probably arrive and he's nose into a book in the near dark of his bedroom, not thinking about it, or trying not to. Or thinking about it in the back of his mind. Not worrying for his ported out friend but longing for him. Already missing him even though Nobunaga can't have been gone more than a week, if that by now. Partially worried that Chrollo would be no fun sad, and while that's true, he's troubled thinking about how that's actually... not the only reason he feels any concern. Were that true he'd merely avoid Chrollo till he was in better spirits, not find himself going to him in haste. But there's a thought there, that if something is the matter, how could possibly...
change it. Well, make him feel better anyway. His skin heats a little with that in mind, setting a hand on the outside window frame as he crouches near the sill outside Chrollo's bedroom. His eyes peer into the glass, seeing curtains drawn over them, blocking his view.
Was this how it felt to care about someone then. To actually care. He used that word now, 'love' but this was strange. Normally he never had to deal with anyone being 'sad'. And if he did he certainly never minded much. But that man, as impressive and powerful as he was, he swept him away, enough that he's here... Here, tapping at the glass of the window and glancing up to see what sort of expression meets him when the curtains pull away.
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, Chrollo's home
WHEN: Late 8/12
WHAT: Nightly visit, but after some grave news
WARNINGS: General Hisoka and Chrollo warning. Most likely just near sexual and implied adult situations.
It didn't take him long to see it. Well, see a lack of it. Nobunaga was gone, having tried to contact him Hisoka found out and immediately his mind went to Chrollo. It was unexpected how quickly it happened too. He barely thought about how disappointed he was at the man missing before he was thinking about how Chrollo was handling it. Such a sentimental man, and instead of finding that thought endearing, it just troubled him. An odd feeling, that sickness in his stomach, he wanted to know if he knew, what he was doing. Was it anything like he was when Hisoka himself had left? Why did it bother him to think about?
In the end he went to see. If only to cure himself of this strange anxiety he's still too new to to understand. His worry was novel, worry about Chrollo having difficulty with the porting out of someone he held dear. He was worried he was sad when he shouldn't really care. If anything Hisoka was better focusing on his own very slight sorrow at the lack of any future fight with Nobunaga, and of course he was thinking about it. But not to the degree he found himself curious of Chrollo's condition.
Was he sad?
Probably pensive about it.
He'll probably arrive and he's nose into a book in the near dark of his bedroom, not thinking about it, or trying not to. Or thinking about it in the back of his mind. Not worrying for his ported out friend but longing for him. Already missing him even though Nobunaga can't have been gone more than a week, if that by now. Partially worried that Chrollo would be no fun sad, and while that's true, he's troubled thinking about how that's actually... not the only reason he feels any concern. Were that true he'd merely avoid Chrollo till he was in better spirits, not find himself going to him in haste. But there's a thought there, that if something is the matter, how could possibly...
change it. Well, make him feel better anyway. His skin heats a little with that in mind, setting a hand on the outside window frame as he crouches near the sill outside Chrollo's bedroom. His eyes peer into the glass, seeing curtains drawn over them, blocking his view.
Was this how it felt to care about someone then. To actually care. He used that word now, 'love' but this was strange. Normally he never had to deal with anyone being 'sad'. And if he did he certainly never minded much. But that man, as impressive and powerful as he was, he swept him away, enough that he's here... Here, tapping at the glass of the window and glancing up to see what sort of expression meets him when the curtains pull away.
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But it wouldn't ever be something they'd have to confront again anywhere else, would it? When returned... He could love this man again if things played out similar. If he drowned himself in Chrollo that 'death' would be this love. Just as if Chrollo killed him back home. Just as Hisoka killed others, death meant something of ownership to him. So he could drown in who Chrollo was and fall for him just as he had here. The potential was always there... But judging from how their lives were back there... It might never be.
And it might never be for Hisoka again at all.
But such things are hard to say and he'd much rather focus on Chrollo in front of him now. The face he made in reaction, how he returned the phrase, his own heart twisted and his smile glued.
"And you'll have to forgive me. My inner clock has never been any good." Keeping his smile, he leans in, hugging his arms around Chrollo's neck and lightly scratching into his hair.
"If the diner is open now, or if we'll be going later. I'll leave that up to you.". A breath in deep, eyes closing. "Just say it again. Will you?"
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...honestly, though, lack of scheduling is infinitely more pleasant to think about that the other topic, so Chrollo lets himself linger on that, and on Hisoka's smile, and presence - so solid and so here.
"It's open." Quite so. Actually, he's almost 90% sure it's always open - though he did leave that question to that manager he'd hired. "So, now is good." Better than sitting here. Yes... much better than sitting... or even sitting and reading. And as for that last bit. He smiles a bit, and leans closer.
"I love you." His voice is quiet, almost gentle. And he kisses the side of Hisoka's face when the words fade away.
said drinking and mood raising and what not we can continue to log or handwave, up to you
"Mhmm~" Smiles, his lips curling up childishly at the sides of his face. He snakes his grip around him tighter, tucking his face in against his neck and breathes in deep. That smell of him, soaking it in in silence for a moment before finally pulling away his mouth enough to speak.
"I love you too." So to drinks then.
Just- not too many.