voidtreckerexpress | Leap of Faith [closed]

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Leap of Faith [closed]

Who: Little One, Devero, Koumyou Sanzo
Where: Carriage N meeting room A
When: Month Orchestra, day 2
What: A long awaited talk
Warnings: There will be talk of death, violence, child assassins, child death and probably other difficult subjects here.

She is very nervous. Even with Devero's help she knows that this was going to be a very difficult meeting to have but she knows it is important. She has thought a lot about Sanzo and his offer and Diagad and what it all meant. Her mind never sits still about it but all that had happened was that her and Sanzo had not really spoken for months, which was stupid. Before all this Sanzo was someone she liked a lot.

She still likes him a lot. That's the problem. She has put a lot of thought into this meeting as well. She had bought honey cakes and baklava from the train shop and has also made a huge pot of tea. She picked some things up from being bonded to Mami at least, difficult conversations were always better with tea and cake.

She's also hired one of the meeting rooms. They are soundproof, they only let the people in who are registered there. It's as much privacy as she can manage on this train.

As for what she is going to say, she's barely slept the last few nights thinking about it. She likes Sanzo. She wants him to like her. She wants Devero to like her too. But... He had said she could decide what she was to him and that's a big choice to make.

She's not good with family. She only ever had her sister and...

Well that's the whole problem. She's hidden her true self since stepping onto the train and it's exhausting. But she can't let herself care for these people and lie to them. Not because lying was bad. She's not that far fallen.

But because if they find out, it will be bad. And she doesn't want that. She doesn't want to open her heart for someone to drive a dagger into it.

So she will tell them. Now. So they know. If they take it badly. Well that could ruin everything but... Better to know now than wait until the next time their mind are shared or they walk each others dreams or any of the other things that could burst open her whole life here.

She sits. Waiting. Trying not to look like a little girls whose whole world could come crashing down around her ears.

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Devero knows where he has to go, and he knows when he needs to be there. But before he can join Buttercup in the room she's hired for this conversation, he's got to contrive to get Koumyou to come with him.

...Not that Devero's really a 'contriving' kind of guy. More a 'walk straight up and ask Koumyou to come with him' type, really. Which is exactly what he plans to do when he spots Koumyou in the garden car. "Koumyou!" he calls, that deep voice of his carrying. He waves, and trots across the car towards his boyfriend.

Here's Koumyou! Currently staring at his entry on the roster, via the ICP.

"Devero..." he looks very, very confused, and points at his info when Devero gets close. "I'm pretty sure I had more points yesterday. Like, a lot?"

Which means, "...I'm still really good at losing points, I guess? I didn't know that could even happen?"

Devero is immediately distracted from his mission by Koumyou's news about the points. "I didn't either," he says, joining Koumyou at the terminal and frowning down into the screen. "I don't think I've ever heard anyone else mention losing points, only spending them.

"You didn't have any mystery packages show up in luggage yesterday, did you?"

Despite his reference to his 'title' as a young Sanzo candidate as 'points-losing Houmei', Koumyou's just baffled here.

He shakes his head, "Nothing in luggage for me. This is a really strange mystery!"

"Absolutely," Devero agrees, scratching at the back of the head in absolute puzzlement. "Maybe we ought to ask around, see if anyone else has had something like this happen..."

He can't let himself get distracted by that right now, though. He turns to look down at Koumyou. "Do you have anything else going on right now, other than the ghost of points-losing Houmei showing up?"

"No, this has been it so far for me," Koumyou's immediately curious about this, too; normally he's the one who asks Devero if he's busy, before claiming his time for a lesson or for quiet rope time. It's not as common for the question to go in reverse. Maybe Devero's wanting a dance? "Did you want something?"

"I did," Devero says, seeming to become immediately-- shifty. "I need your help with something, actually."

Koumyou notices the shiftiness, and squints up at him.

Curious, mostly, instead of suspicious. Because Devero acts like this whenever he's about to ask for something 'selfish', too.

"...Yes?"

Devero fidgets like a naughty kid just caught by a crechekeeper, before admitting, "Okay, I-- I'm actually hoping I can help you with something. Come with me?"

Okay, now he's suspicious as hell. Koumyou gazes up at him for a long moment with a furrowed brow, and then... shakes his head. It can't be anything too bad, this is Devero for fuck's sake.

"Okay," he offers a hand for Devero to take, "lead the way."

"Okay, thank you," Devero says with a relieved sigh. He wraps his fingers around Koumyou's and heads for the nearest transgate at a pretty good clip. Whatever it is he's leading the priest off to, he seems pretty nervous about it, nervous enough to be rushing a little.

Koumyou keeps up with him, but does ask, "What is this about, Devero?"

Devero wavers. He's afraid that if he tells Koumyou know he might frighten the priest off, knowing how cagey he can be about the matter of hand. But it's hard for emotionally open Devero to deliberately mislead anyone, especially the boyfriend who means so much to him. He doesn't want Koumyou to abort this conversation before it can even start, but at the same time, he also doesn't want him to feel coerced into having it.

His rapid steps slow as they approach their destination from the nearest transgate; just before stepping into the junction between their current carriage and the hire car beyond, he pauses and turns to face the priest, catching up his other hand as well. "It's... about Diagad," he says delicately.

There's only one way this could be about Diagad without say, Genjo having arrived here... and Koumyou is pretty sure he'd already know if he had.

So Koumyou's shoulders slump a little, and he sighs, "Devero..."

That's not the most promising response, but it's also not the worst. He squeezes the hands in his again. "She just wants to talk to you, Koumyou."

"I've been trying not to influence her choice," Koumyou tells him in return, "for better or for worse. She's not used to making choices, but I told her she must."

And if she's gotten Devero's help for delivering the news, he... suspects it isn't good.

"I can't decide what I am to her for her. You know that, right?"

"I know that," he says. "I also know that neither of you will decide anything if you both keep avoiding it." He drops his eyes away and frowns a little. "Right now she doesn't even know if you want to keep talking to her at all."

That gets a soft sigh from Koumyou, and a quiet, "I'm very bad at all of this, aren't I?"

So it's just as well big-hearted, in-touch-with-feelings Devero is here, after all. This has been nothing like his time with Kouryuu, who had grown up from an infant knowing what they were to each other.

"Alright, let's go."

"Of course you are," Devero says sympathetically. "Your whole life it's been dangerous to talk about this stuff. Of course it doesn't come easily." How could it?

He leans down to press his lips gently to Koumyou's forehead, just above the chakra. "Thank you," he says, giving the priest's hand one more squeeze before he turns and leads the way into the next car.

Were it anyone else leading him by the hand to this conversation, Koumyou would almost certainly refuse. But, he trusts Devero, and that means trusting his judgement -- and of the two of them, Devero is very much the expert on... this stuff.

This... non-murdery emotions, stuff.

But he's not the least surprised to see the young girl when they eventually enter the hired room, and he nods to her. "Hello, Buttercup."

She stands formally when the two enter the room. Best behaviour. She's even dressed in her spider spun tunic, which still feels more natural in style than the hoodie and cargo pants she usually wears on the train.

"Hello Sanzo. Hello Devero." She smiled at them both, hoping it hid her nerves. "Would you be liking some tea?"

She gestured at the table at the snacks and tea pot there.

"Hey, kiddo. I would love some tea, thank you," Devero says, returning her smile with that easy warmth of his. He's feeling some nerves himself, but making a distinct effort to keep them under control. After all, he's supposed to be the emotions guy here, isn't he?

He gives Koumyou's hand still in his a squeeze, meeting the priest's eyes for a moment, then releases it to take a seat.

Koumyou... carefully, a little slower than normal, tucks his hands into his opposite sleeves like he likes to do. He moves further into the room, coming to stand near Devero's seat, but stays standing himself.

"Perhaps in a bit," he says of tea. A beat goes by, and then he asks, "You've thought about what I asked you?"

She stays standing as well though she does pour some tea for Devero, carefully so not to spill before pushing it over the table to him with a nod.

Sanzo doesn't want tea, he wants answers and she draws herself up, fighting down nerves. They would do her no good here.

She's tempted to retreat into the emptiness, to make all of this easier. But for now she stays out, she could control her emotions without it.

"I did be thinking about it. I did be thinking a lot."

He nods as he accepts the cup, but doesn't actually drinking from it. He's focused instead on his Sanzo, already in orbit with his hands hidden away, and a little girl who shouldn't have to ask an authority figure if he will parent her.

He sits back a little, looking between Koumyou and Buttercup before prompting her, "Will you tell us what you've been thinking about?"

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