Hua Yuan
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Mar 25, 2022 22:57:02 GMT -8
Yuan was staring at the screen of his phone, wrestling with the feelings in the pit of his stomach.
Had he said something wrong? Sure, he had asked for some space after Samhain, but it had been almost half a year. The two Springs kept running into one another at social functions and freehold gatherings, but it had always been in passing. Mitch had been keeping busy, either out of duty or to avoid Yuan, and was very hard to keep in one place for too long. The Courser had promised to face the Dancer's changing personality together, but tit turned out to be a tall order. The Fairest's anger kept tugging on some forgotten memories, bringing out the worst of the Playmate's codependent tendencies. That had been the reason for the pause, literal alarms going off in Yuan's mind every time Mitch raised his voice or started harmonizing with himself. There had been many night where Yuan woke up in cold sweat, bed sheets stuck to his body. In his dreams, feathers turned into shards and burst from his body while the disembodied chorus reached its crescendo.
Curiosity drove him, however. His own new outlook dictated that he had to shed whatever this was. To do that, he needed to understand it.
Yuan was staring at the screen of his phone, wrestling with the feelings in the pit of his stomach. Looking up, he rang the bell.
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Mar 25, 2022 23:30:10 GMT -8
The Dancer's hands shift around the cup he was washing as the ringing threw off whatever music was blaring in his ear. "Yeah, sec," he muttered to himself, snapping his fingers as he dropped the dish back in the sink and arranged a few properly again on the rack.
"One sec!" Mitch repeated louder, quietly embarrassed as the entire rack was managed a second time, before he tore his eyes away to stop being rude. He was still removing the wireless Beats with his free hand as he finally opened the door, black voids for eyes sweeping downward as he expected his irritated neighbour over the gorgeous Playmate.
"Oh, hey Yuan," he managed, exhaling with an unsure smile as he glanced down the hallway for the other's motleymates or some other obvious signal for business. "Were you looking for Cailleagh?"
The question fumbled out, almost rote as his mind stuttered for the moment. He pinpointed the distinct annoyance he felt was sourced from a different Lost and a different time. Still, the Fairest greyed a bit as he blushed.
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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 Mar 25, 2022 23:45:16 GMT -8
“No, silly,” he replied with a soft giggle. Yuan felt comfortable enough to drop his pretences around Mitch, keeping the niceties and the smiles for those who didn’t know any better. As a result, the Courser often came off as muted around his paramour, sadder somehow. “I was in the neighbourhood and I thought- ” An obvious lie. Mitch would see right through it. “I missed you.”
“Um- Is it a bad time? I’m sure you’re busy, I really didn’t mean to bother you. I think I’ll just go, I- ”
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Mar 26, 2022 0:15:08 GMT -8
The Fairest was looking past the other as he leaned against the frame, expression glazed while Yuan's discomfort started to bleed. The statement that he was missed evoked something pained as the corners of eyes pinched.
Sure, Verdant Creed.
That's what Mitch told himself as he moved to leave the door open, stepping back far enough to give the other optimal space. The Dancer was mostly focused on not feeding into anything that would make the Playmate think he needed to fix something, or owed time. It was because of that that he froze on any sort of reassurance or apology for his own silence.
"Roommate's out for most of the day," he said, referring to old habits when he wasn't sure if Yuan would be comfortable by himself. "Did you want water, or tea or anything?"
His feet were already moving back behind the cover of the counter island and cupboards that separated the living room from the kitchen area.
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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 Mar 26, 2022 12:06:00 GMT -8
Glamour died at his fingertips when his Icon-restored mind reminded him to enforce boundaries.
Still, the lack of response stung. Yuan locked any disappointment he might have been feeling behind a careful smile. It hurt that he had to do it around Mitch.
“Tea sounds lovely.”
He made his way into the living room, keenly aware of the distance that was separating them. When had they grown so appart? Part of him blamed himself for asking fo space. But he also recognized the patterns he had been falling into.
I just want my friend back.
Some teenager on Tik Tok said that talking to yourself was a trauma response. That it meant he didn’t trust anyone to not twist his words against him. The realization had made him sad at the time.
“How are you doing? I’m happy your injuries healed up. You’ve become a busy man. Very in demand.”
Yuan let the silence settle, leaving room for Mitch to answer. He didn’t expect much - the Dancer was very good at deflecting. They were reaching their expiration date, it seemed. They had been drifting for a while now, ever since the run through the Hedge. Yuan didn’t regret it, however. Helping Mitch was worth it.
“I’ve been- having nightmares. About what happened at the Reef. I was hoping we could talk about it. As friends.”
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Mar 26, 2022 15:25:54 GMT -8
The Dancer was more animated once he had the cover, prepping the kettle as he started a count in his head to finish the sparse amount of dishes and keep his attention on a task.
"Um, I'm doing pretty good, things considered," he admitted, "I diverted most of the Lost I was volunteering with to other Bishops, and kept the edge cases. I've been able to actually talk to Cailleagh more and keep things chill with Eurydice... what I thought was a bad year actually didn't cause much disruption, like, at all, because my auto pilot was pretty good for keeping people happy despite..." there was an angry edge to his chuckle, cutting off the rambling.
Despite it almost killing me.
"I still don't really sit down, but I don't think I have, like, ever, so I'd probably not know what to do with myself if I had free time?"
His hand drifted to the heavy scarring from the Huntsman's blade marring his ear and jaw at the comment about his injuries, pausing for a beat as he caught the rest of what Yuan was saying. His face pinched in surprised when he realized his eyes had misted, blinking to clear it. "U-um...yeah, the...sorry about the phone calls? I was worried, I guess, but..."
He didn't know how to articulate the fact that he had no way of knowing if it was even ethical to continue interacting with Yuan; if he was apparently setting the guy off whenever he didn't have full control of his emotions, which set off the Dancer in turn. The amount of guilt and fear had stacked from his constant mismanagement of any relationship, and the idea that the Playmate was always fighting an instinct to always appease him was more than a little alarming. The Icon hadn't helped.
"Nightmares? Fuck, I'm sorry to hear that," he managed, subtly smoothing the crystals that were needling across his hands by drying them with a towel. "What's up?"
Why aren't you talking about this to your motley? Is it about me?
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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 Mar 26, 2022 17:01:44 GMT -8
“I hadn’t meant it as a reproach. I’m happy for you, really.”
It was give and take. Yuan couldn’t expect Mitch to do emotional labour without reciprocating - it was what had caused the problems in the first place.
There was no easy way to say what he needed to say. ‘You trigger me because you remind me of my Keeper’ was likely to cause more harm.
“Um. I’m coming to the understanding that I am not responsible of other people’s reactions. Just as much as they aren’t responsible for mine.” You’re not responsible, he wanted to add. “I’ve been trying to figure out what had happened to me, Over There. Why I’m so… broken?”
“Remember at Samhain you had pointed me out to Fawkes? What was that about? Because I react the same way to him. I can’t remember, it’s all so blurry.”
“I’m sorry, I tried to put it behind me, but it’s literally keeping me up at night.”
It was nobody’s fault, really. Yuan braced for the inevitable.
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Mar 26, 2022 17:51:39 GMT -8
The Fairest leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he stared past the wall and sorted through the memory; like dumping a bag of shattered fragments and trying to fit something together that made enough sense with the context.
It was disconcerting to reflect, and realize how bad it had gotten without him being conscious to it. More anger bubbled as his shoulders hunched and he mentally brushed past it.
As Yuan watched for cues, the Fairest seemed ashamed, and slavishly adhering to giving the Beast space without taking in the very obvious humane cues Yuan was offering. Mitch was the opposite of a social dunce, so it might have been that his own feelings were getting in the way of logic. Distance was a guaranteed measure of control, rather than any resentment angled at the Playmate. Whether it was his Spring philosophy, Arcadian habits, lived trauma, or a deeper influence with his Seeming Yuan wouldn't be able to tell.
Oh! And vanity—he was self-conscious about his scarring and further dramatic shifts to his mien. Either comparing himself to the Playmate, or worried his worth had dropped.
"Umm...Oh, gosh," he covered his face as he coloured, "Kai was asking about something. When Fawkes suddenly pointed you out and potentially involved, I totally used that as an out to bail." His hand dropped as he chuckled, shrugging.
"I can recommend some therapists, if you want," he offered, "With trying to sort that out." Mitch wasn't in the mood to tone-police Yuan's negative choice of words when describing his struggles; the man was already speaking in a second language.
When it sank in that that wasn't the offer Yuan was looking for, Mitch took a moment to think on it, head turning slightly as the kettle flicked off.
"Fawkes is...good...at pinpointing certain tells from other Vegas Changelings. He's not right a hundred percent of the time, and some people are Wyrder than others, but there's a few things he's pointed out that have been consistent. I had no idea if he was right at Samhain, I was just looking for an excuse to get away from Kai, and spending time with you wasn't exactly pointing a gun to my head." He turned around to start picking through one of the cupboards to put together the drink he had forgotten about.
"I'm not an expert with Kiths, Yuan." That wasn't entirely true—he was thoroughly trained in emotional habits over the occult significance. "I know Playmates are called as much because you were altered to help people, and tend to be a more sensitive to rejection. Not out of a sense of entitlement or, like, being desperate for attention; but where not being useful anymore feels dangerous, and causes a lot of intense anxiety." Mitch timed the steep in his head, wondering why he wasn't a Telluric. The reality was that he didn't actually have perfect timing, but he was good at tricking his brain into thinking he did.
"I also know that the Lost that escaped this specific Keeper," he vaguely gestured to the swirling scarification of his mien without looking at Yuan, "Have a lot of anxiety around failure and ending up on the wrong side of authority."
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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 Mar 27, 2022 11:40:48 GMT -8
"A therapist might help, actually. With the mundane stuff." He offered a nod and smile to reassure.
"Our Keeper, you mean." It wasn't exactly a question; the pieces were slowly falling into place. Yuan stood up and took a few steps toward Mitch, mindful about leaving some distance and sense of control. "Talk to me, Mitch. Please? It feels like I'm losing someone I care about, if nothing else. I'm grateful that you respected my boundaries and I'm trying to respect yours, but I don't even know what they are."
"We haven't talked in months and I can't figure out if it's because I did something to hurt you or because you're dealing with some other stuff. When I said your Icon wouldn't change our relationship, I meant it." He pleaded with his eyes for something, anything, to help them reconnect.
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Mar 27, 2022 20:10:49 GMT -8
The Dancer's voided gaze snaps to the movement, turning around from the distraction as he started to fold his arms again, before gripping the edge of the counter to lean instead.
"Um," Mitch's mouth twisted as he didn't have an immediate answer. His finger twitched to start snapping and he clenched the ledge, "N-no you haven't done anything. I... it's like-" the chuckle was more of a hiccup as he scratched the corner of his eye to catch a forming tear, "I think I haven't been mad...in, like...six years, and I didn't know that was a thing until now. And it's been a lot. And it freaks you out. And I'm bad at catching it. And that's not fair to you?"
It wasn't like the Dancer was flipping tables or screaming in public, but to Carr the raised voices and duels it might as well have been. "I don't know if I'm scary now? Or that I'm supposed to be? Then I've blown up relationships before because I'd assume people were fine when they weren't. And with Changelings there's always more to it-" he tapered off, not wanting to sound like he was complaining about his community or the trauma they go through. His mind went to Kai, Fawkes, and Oren the myriad of mixed feelings on that front.
"You don't think it's kind of fucked up that you stop being yourself and switch into a mode when I'm-" Mitch gestured vaguely again, not sure how to describe acting Arcadian. "Then you almost died- and it was like you were begging me to stop being scary- like that was the chief concern," he stammered as his voice broke a bit, taking a moment to continue the train of thought.
"Just- last time. It wasn't you- but I kept being told how they wanted to be around me? Close? Important?" It was never clear what Oren wanted, "And I thought one thing and they thought another and when we dug into why that was a thing it was just this fucked up Keeper programming and I don't know how much control he has in that situation anymore but you know you want to treat people like grown ass adults and understanding themselves because you're not a psychic-"
He blinked, shaking his head as he cut himself off and bit his tongue hard enough to hurt as crystals pierced in arcs from cracking diamond veins.
"I'm okay. Sorry. I'm trying to say you're not losing me, I just think I'm a bad person for wanting to be around you."
Carr shrugged. If he had set off Yuan or was too busted to talk to the other properly he was just proving his own point, and there was a destructive satisfaction in that thought.
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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 Mar 28, 2022 1:00:15 GMT -8
"She shot him in front of me." His voice was still even, because that night Yuan had decided that he was to keep it together. For Fawkes. "Blaze wanted to interrogate the guy we were supposed to Harvest, but I got it into my head that I wanted to help him. He just wanted to live up to his father's expectations. Be a pillar of his community. And now he's dead because I decided I knew better and stood my ground." He had felt the burn of his blood on his skin for hours after having washed it off. The scare of it being contaminated. "I couldn't trust my judgment after that. Decided to fall back on instinct - programming - because it was easier. Because it dulled the horror of that failure."
"So it wasn't your fault Mitch. You're not a bad person. And yes, it's fucked up. Everything that's been done to us is fucked up and I hate it! I hate that setting boundaries is the most difficult thing I've ever done. I hate that I have a panic attack every time I make a mistake. I hate that I need to constantly check myself because I get clingy and it's A Lot.
But we can't give up. Because if we do, we might as well turn away from Spring. And it's hard, fuck me it's hard. To keep going at, every day, regardless of set backs. Choosing to focus on the best parts of myself. But I am worth it. I believe you're worth it too."
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Mar 28, 2022 19:10:45 GMT -8
The Fairest's eyes widened momentarily at the details of what Yuan had gone through, clenching his jaw as the Beast kept talking as to not interrupt. His hand moved to reach out as Yuan called himself 'clingy' and 'A Lot', before dropping it as the Beast tensed and glancing back at the sink and swallowing the 'sorry' to not make it more awkward for his lapse.
Rather, he simply nodded, letting emotions cool for a moment. "Yeah, no, that sounds like a horrifying experience," he agreed quietly.
A beat.
"Sounds like you're doing better, though, where you're valuing yourself." He kept flicking his attention, torn between distracting himself and coming off as rude or being polite by properly talking to him at the cost of emotional removal; which just seemed to be a cause of distress for Yuan.
"Um, on my end, if you need me to explain where I'm at with...us...? A lot's...happened, and there's a lot of feelings there," he laughed nervously, this time actually crossing his arms to trade off the energy to meet his eyes. "And I'm trying to make sure that this whole thing hasn't just been- under duress? Distance was a good idea- I'm not- that isn't..." his complexion grayed as he contemplated if he would be better off if the Huntsman had caught his head instead of just fucking up his face. "I don't think I can just flip a switch and just be friends? Or, l-like, I can, but I need...time? Public settings or being in a group would help? I used to be better at this," there was an undercurrent of pleading, where it used to be easy and part of his altered nature to just go with whatever status quo the other person wanted. "It's- If this was just a thing where we fooled around and then talked about movies we liked, sure, but then all this shit with the Hedge, and fighting off a Huntsman a couple of times," he picked at the addition of the cold iron scar along the inside of his forearm, "I've done the court stuff and this on my own just fine, and I thought I was good then when you got shot up I realized I'd just been ignoring it rather than being over it? If that makes sense? I never want to put you in a position where you basically can't- I don't want you to be set off by me all the time like disagreeing with me invites-" he blinked, scratching at his eye again to catch forming tears; moving slowly to not startle him or make him think he was going to try and touch him.
"Where you think bad things are going to happen to you if you don't manage me like a Fae?"
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Presence 2 - Nostalgic; SL 1 - Flawless
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Post by Hua Yuan on Mar 31, 2022 0:30:39 GMT -8
Frustration bubbled to the surface like so much tar. He took a step forward, walking into the Dancer's slow movements. "So that's it? We keep doing this dance where take blame in turn and wait for things to get better?" It wasn't even Mitch. It was his Return. It was everything around it. "I've spent the last five years keeping people at arm's length while desperately wanting to connect." Cultural Masking kicked in while Yuan spoke, forcing him to slow his speech and even out his tone. He clung to familiar things, from when he was still normal. "I was convinced that it was my fault somehow, that I was asking for too much. In the Trove, when I recovered my Icon, it made me realize that it wasn't too much. That I had let others take advantage of because of what had been done to me."
"You're the first person to give me the time of day. I can count my friends on one hand. One. I'm not letting any of them go because I have fairy trauma. How do I fix it? How do I fix me?"
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Mar 31, 2022 23:17:45 GMT -8
Mitch tensed as Yuan closed the gap, startled like a strange animal had just hissed at him. He had to chuckle quietly again to alleviate the fire in his nerves as he forced himself to uncross his arms. He could only shake his head in response to the question if they were going to keep dancing around like idiots, at a loss for words as he related to some things that were coming out of Yuan's perfect annoying mouth—but not everything.
What the hell was going on with him?
"You don't have to fix anything!" he blurted, "Or- like, no one needs you to, Yuan. Working on yourself is fine, if that will make you feel better, but- you're not this terrible person who keeps failing people or scaring them off. You get that, right? I don't think you've ever done anything for anyone to even have the opportunity to think badly of you."
He helplessly ran his hands through his hair, blinking rapidly as he looked around, before he forgot himself and started talking with his hands, "Even if they did, who gives a shit? Your life literally revolves around helping others even when you think they're stupid or dicks! To the point where you're trying to help less. I think you have enough karma stacked where you could get away with kicking a puppy, and people would just assume it probably had it coming."
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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 Apr 1, 2022 1:17:45 GMT -8
He took a step back. checking his passion before overstepping. Listening to Mitch's piece, Yuan blinked several times, wondering at what point the Fairest would have the realization. Precious seconds stretched as the Courser waited for the flash to happen. When it didn't, Masking flew right out the window with a cackle that had nothing to do with his usual laugh. It was candid and raw. Real.
"Teapot, meet the kettle! Tell me you get that?" He wiped off a tear of laughter with one hand and held his ribs with the other. "You've created this narrative where you're somehow the bad guy, for some reason that I can't begin to understand. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you; for everything you are.
Or the other way around. We make quite the pair, don't we? Willing to see the best in others before we acknowledge it in ourselves." His arms fell to his sides in a sign of resignation.
"I need to know, Mitch. What's been done to me. If only to keep in check." His voice barely carried over the empty apartment, where the slightest sound would have drowned it. It felt like the ultimate taboo - wording his very own desire. Something denied and forbidden that was at he root of all his woes. "I'm scared of it."
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