Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 7, 2021 12:59:55 GMT -8
He waited for everyone else to be finished organizing their preparations. Standing to the side as to not be in anyone’s way, Yuan waited for his turn to come. Waited and wondered what today’s lesson would be. Be more spontaneous. Open up more. Enforce boundaries. All these things he understood. The Wyrd knows how many times Lucas had gone off on self-helping rants.
The crux of the issue was Mitch. What had started as an attempt to reintegrate the Freehold through a public figure had turned into a complicated relationship that left the Playmate reeling for days on end. The Fairest held a spark of familiarity that triggered half-remembered instincts within the Beast.
He smiled at those who greeted him, out of reflex more than actual recognition, and waited for the Dancer to join him. Had he somehow angered Mitch with his reticence to go into the Hedge?
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Dec 7, 2021 21:15:53 GMT -8
Mitch returned after twenty minutes of assisting in Henley's ritual, a little drained but light on his feet. When he realized Yuan had not budged from the spot he had left him in, he paused for a beat as familiar anxieties routed his approach to toxic patterns of mitigation and distance.
Snapping fingers to himself, he counted under his breath and lifted the imagined feeling of incoming disaster; rules made up to cope with his Durance. It was the awareness that was the ultimate irony—knowing that your logic wasn't logical, but powerless to break from it as everyone pretended you didn't just take an extra ten minutes to park your car. His mien manifesting the searing punishment might have been validating, with a different mindset, but for Mitchell he absolutely hated a mundane consequence of trauma jumping the boundary into his fantastical experience. It blurred the lines. In a way, Oren did get his Summer vengeance, whether he was aware of it or not.
Mitchell wanted a distraction from the fact that he would ultimately lose his humanity. Spring agreed.
And so Carr chose to lean into the rush he got as he approached the gorgeous Playmate and slid next to him in a flawless motion.
"I didn't take you for an adrenaline junkie," he laughed, acknowledging how they were about to blitz through the Hedge on the night were spirits passed the boundary. Henley did have a point that the chaos would make a group of Changelings not so special. He didn't seem condescending about Yuan being able to carry himself, given the events of the Ashen Hunt and the fact that the Beast had looked after himself as a vulnerable immigrant in the underworld. "We can chat privately if you want—Komi taught me a trick way back when where I can take someone and planeshift." His head tilted, still smiling with some self-aware embarrassment. "The catch is I have to lift you, though, so if that seems like a lot... You're weightless afterwards. I can literally just balance you on a foot...or something."
Normally it was to remove someone from the immediate area before they caused harm to themselves or others, but it was a nice thought that it didn't have to be connected to violence. He didn't want to admit that spilling his private business to two strangers in a public gathering had been taxing on his pride. He would put down money that some Whisperwisp was already trading the gossip with the Magpie; the idea of just fucking off to the ephemeral was amusing.
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Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 7, 2021 21:51:49 GMT -8
The Grimm made a small 'oh' when Mitch appeared next to him. He giggled his childish surprise away as he readjusted the folds of his costume. After so long, the Fairest knew it was a nervous tick just as much as it was vanity. "Neither did I," he confessed. "But everyone seems to know their stuff. Besides, if it makes you better, then it's the right thing to do." His heart pounded away as the distance between them shrunk, making Yuan wonder if the muscle had always stayed natural, or if it was a cruel joke of the Hedge - restoring it on the way back.
Rose gold touched his cheeks at the idea of being carried like a princess. The idea was appealing, it was just these damn feelings getting in the way. "It must be nice, being able to bail out on your problems like that." There was a wistful tone to his voice, before his eyes opened wider. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I was talking about-" He forced his mouth shut and exhaled.
It was all so terribly romantic. The prince, stealing him away from his troubles into a land of magic. Except the prince terrified him, deep inside. And even if that wasn't the case, what next? Just like Cinderella, the clock would strike twelve eventually.
"Yes, I'd like that. I don't think I'm ready to be as brave as you." Because for all his edging to open up, Yuan still kept a lot inside. Curated the way he acted, spent hours choosing his clothes. All so that others find him pleasing.
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Dec 8, 2021 23:34:55 GMT -8
He didn't seem stung by Yuan's word choice; between his experience with awkward Elementals and the Playmate speaking multiple languages, it was unfair to jump to conclusions. With confirmed permission and Yuan sharing his feelings on spilling guts in front of an audience, he positioned his feet and extended a hand.
A few of the Freeholders paying attention to such things momentarily gawked. The Bishop didn't dance with other Lost.
Instinct didn't really give Yuan a chance to try and match the Dancer's footing, immediately knocked off balance and his weight being spun before he could even process where things were moving as Mitchell literally took the lead. The human eye tracked seamless steps and enviable execution, but the Fairest inwardly cringed as apprehension got the best of him and he clocked several mirco-movements that could have immediately been done better. Nevertheless, Yuan was lifted into the air as the Contract flickered through his frame, turning flesh to untraceable light, and the Dancer emerged into fractal patterns and wings of cutting shard, ripping through the Mask as he shifted alongside.
Reality corrected Mitchell's mien, appearing normal after the split second of terrible grace as he did exactly as promised; allowing the Playmate to drift back down as he balanced on his feet. His hands trembled a bit from the white-hot crystals that had split the skin; a reminder for coming up short. However, the moment of Performance had passed and the Fairest could smile again, "It'll stop when you let go," he instructed, giving Yuan the out for whenever he wanted his personal space back. The Freehold gathering appeared slightly muted, blurring in the background as walls and objects ceased to have tangible quality.
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Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 10, 2021 2:44:40 GMT -8
A flurry of movement, too fast to register. Yuan barely processed the faces of those in their immediate vicinity. In an instant, a beautiful, terrible instant filled with feathers and edges, Mitch had literally swept him out of the physical world. A shiver shot up his spine as his body adjusted to its new state of being - without the failing flesh. The Playmate wondered how many had been here, in this stolen moment. He tried catching his breath, but soon found it impossible at this distance. It caught in his throat every time he glimpsed those eyes. It was all he could do to nod at the instructions. He never wanted it to stop, never wanted to let go. They were light and air and magic and he felt like he could die. Was this how those mortals had felt, the ones he had chased away?
"You wanted to ask me something." The Beast finally managed to speak after several seconds. His hands reached out through the bog of weightlessness and smoothed out the shards, in a gesture he had seen Mitch perform a myriad times. He allowed himself this caprice, just this once.
For the time being, he believed that he was special.
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Dec 10, 2021 12:00:38 GMT -8
Mitch's smile took on an element of sadness at the gesture, a little worried Yuan would get cut, but then remembering that deadly miens needed will to effect reality.
Oh, right.
He was self-aware of his impulsivity, flushing silver as he mulled what exactly he was trying to say or accomplish. "This meant...a lot?" he said with a slight inflection, "I know you started talking to me because this was like a-"
Don't say 'project'.
"-a validation thing- That the Freehold isn't going to pick you apart. Did it help? I don't know those two, so that means something, right?" He glanced the Beast over, reading reactions as he muddled his way through. "Once we're done- I guess I was wanting to ask where do you want to go from there...?"
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Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 11, 2021 14:40:26 GMT -8
In this pocket of ghostly space, the Playmate felt comfortable enough to drop pretences. If he was anxious before, all traces of it were gone. The Beast had moved on already, either by short attention span or by nature of his Seeming. There was sadness in him, of someone bracing for the inevitable, but also compassion. And somewhere, under all of it, a deep seated fear of doing something wrong. Of being tossed to the side.
“Oh, Mitch,” he started as he cupped the Dancer’s face. “It was never about proving a point. It was split second decision - you were one of the few faces I recognized. But after that…” After that Yuan’s feelings got all tangled. He got lost in those scarifications. “I don’t know. I care for you, that’s for sure. Regardless of sex, regardless of anything, I care for you. You’ve been deal a shit hand. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t help?”
Not blown out love, but infatuation at least drove him, for sure. Still, more than that, an imperative to preserve. “I just can’t leave you alone, for whatever reason.” His eyes sparkled like topazes, holding on to his man despite the dread and the awe that he felt.
“So even if we find your Icon, even if you get better, don’t abandon me. Please?” The last word fought in his throat as his vocal chords twisted into knots. It sounded almost like glass breaking.
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Dec 11, 2021 22:17:42 GMT -8
His throat stuck, with the quiet edge of a sob getting suffocated as the Playmate practically begged to be believed that he was altruistic, obsessed in the heated moment. His experience with other Changelings demanded extra measures to ensure sanity prevailed, feeling the ever-present resentment they all felt about the Gentry as he squeezed Yuan's waist.
Dancer nodded, at a loss on what to say as he sorted through his own hard lessons on how his reluctance to float relationships had hurt people. He blinked back the gold that was starting to pool in the voided marble of his eyes, as learned fear burned through thundering pulse. He opened his mouth more than once as he tried to offer some sort of reassurance that felt like it was a lie before it even passed his lips.
"O-okay- yeah, I care about you too. Umm," he stammered as his eyes widened a bit, the image of claws digging into his skin fluttering away with his own chaotic emotions, "I'm not going to abandon you. I'm bad at this," he chuckled quietly, smile finally fading.
"I don't want to hurt you."
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Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 12, 2021 20:36:42 GMT -8
Yuan let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and giggle-chocked. His own rainbow tears threatened to spill like so much oil on water. He indulged in the words just a little longer, just long enough to feel guilty.
“I’m doing it again. I’m making my anxiety your problem. I don’t want to force you to do anything.”
He released his hold and smiled. “This, us, doesn’t need to be complicated. Last time you asked me to contribute my own interests. I’m still working on it, but I’ll figure it out.”
Alexandrite had floated an idea, an answer that seemed simple on paper, but still filled the Courser with apprehension.
“Can I ask you to do something for me? Can you- can you read my Desire? I don’t remember what it is. I know I have one because everything feels wrong without it.”
He had overheard the Sunset Prince talk about at one of his parties, about Cupid’s Arrow and how intimate a Contract it really was. Something about inspiring hope?
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Dec 12, 2021 21:14:23 GMT -8
"Seriously, you're not," Carr reassured, attitude sobering as he got past the hurdle of his own bad habits and Yuan handled it with more resilience than he expected. He leaned his head a bit like he missed the contact as the Beast withdrew his hands, listening to what Yuan was asking and considering.
"I could. Something...I didn't really get into with Henley and Gavin was that the- those pieces? They can tweak personalities, sometimes. Uh," he shrugged, breaking eye contact. He wasn't used to stumbling so much when explaining his thinking, "What I'm getting at is that I can dig into this now, but after the shit we're trying to pull, you might not- You might regret it? Like, not want me to be sitting on that sort of information if I'm not the same person."
He didn't want to worry anyone; it was filling cracks over something to be feared. However, the Playmate highly valued his privacy and was guarded about who he relied on. It was a raw nerve he was potentially going to tread on.
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Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 12, 2021 21:58:41 GMT -8
“Oh. Okay.” He blinked several times, weathering the soft rebuttal. No, not rebuttal. Mitch hadn’t said no, he had said not yet. “I’m fine with waiting after, if that makes you more comfortable.”
He pondered over what the Fairest had just said. “Has it happened often? Radical changes in personality, I mean?”
That wasn’t the right question. It was a deflection, a smokescreen to distract from Yuan’s real worries. “It can’t be that bad. People change all the time. It’s just growth.” The Playmate scrabbled for words, uncertain of what was being asked implicitly of him.
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Dec 12, 2021 22:11:14 GMT -8
The Fairest seemed momentarily hung up on the idea that he was somehow messing with Yuan's trust, catastrophizing that the Beast was going to potentially move on or dislike him after obtaining an Icon and then regret that Carr knew deeply personal information about him. It was either a byproduct of him carefully guarding the last reserves of his mental health for so long, or he was bouncing off Yuan and just having his own bout of insecurity. He was being defensive and already gearing up to sidestep a conflict before it even had the chance to exist.
To Yuan's question, he shook his head. "I'm not being clear. I'm fine using the Contract," he said, taking on a more professional tone to mask how silly he suddenly felt.
"You don't get a say in what you get back. It doesn't necessarily mean it's a happy memory or a positive trait? But you end up being more grounded in reality, because you're getting a piece of yourself back from Arcadia." That's how Snow explained it, anyway. He quietly hoped that's as deep as the questions were going to go on occult matters; he was decidedly more comfortable affording opinions on other people's situations than his own.
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Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 12, 2021 23:17:02 GMT -8
“But it’s still a piece of you. The real you. So if it’s good, we’ll celebrate it. If it’s bad, we’ll shoulder it. Together, if you’ll let me. Let’s just enjoy the journey, no matter how it winds.”
Because the end is always the same, sad and predictable and inevitable.
“If you’re worried about me changing my opinion on you, don’t be. You’ll spend your time worrying about the futur and skip over the present.”
The present where it was just Yuan, Mitch, and an the privacy that the Wyrd had afforded them. He leaned over and kissed this man who had somehow wormed his into his heart. “Let’s get you whole,” he whispered under his breath once their lips parted again.
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Dec 13, 2021 17:17:49 GMT -8
The Dancer smirked, flushing again and pulling the Beast right back in for a more heated kiss, taking the moment to weave the Contract he had requested. Focus split, the image stuttered, demanding the tithe be paid to break past Yuan's innate defenses, and he ran his hands through the crystalline hair. Yuan's greatest desire mapped, he pulled back.
"You want to stop caring what people think," he murmured, attention flashing momentarily with the Spring vision before properly looking at Yuan. "Or be beyond those expectations, at least. And cherish the sense of freedom that is promised."
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Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Dec 19, 2021 19:04:55 GMT -8
The statement rang of truth. He looked into those eyes, passing his thumb over Mitch’s lips. Yuan was filled with gratitude beyond words.
“You didn’t have to do that. But thanks. For real.”
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself from the rush of the contact. It was adrenaline and intoxication and driving at top speed through the desert highway.
“I don’t know what we are, but it’s going to take more than just suddenly being an asshole to get rid of me.”
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