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Sometimes the summoner wondered if the would would ever manage to stay peaceful for more than a week considering how everytime they fixed something more issues showed up. She missed the Feymarch, the security of feeling a roof over her head, the costant company of her beloved eidolons, the security that things weren't going to change... yet now she was traveling in Cecil's group and she knew there was no way back- not that she wanted to abandon her friends, of course. After entering in the small tent she decided to share with Kain (No way she was going to sleep with Edge and Cecil and Rosa... well, she couldn't ask them anyway) the summoner threw her pelts on the ground, trying to make some sort of mattress between her and the rocky surface of the area where they decided to build their camp.

"Uff..." Rydia closed her eyes, leaning on her improvised bedding and throwing one last pelt on her shoulders trying to find some warmth, too bad summoning Ifrit would require costant concentration in the human world and napping at his side wasn't an option. "What a week, wasn't it?"

It was probably a bad idea to talk with the dragoon since he didn't even bother to turn around when she entered, just offering her his back and ignoring her presence but... she was so used to have someone around in the Feymarch she almost felt the need to interact with him not even realizing that, with all that he passed, the main probably needed his time alone.

Date: 2016-04-09 09:20 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (devastated)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
At first, he considers just continuing to ignore Rydia. All he wants right now is to be left alone. More than anything, Kain wishes he could sneak away, go somewhere isolated and stay there on his own. He'd been tempted by the idea a few times already. He's finding it harder now to face his friends than ever before, especially after what he'd done. Again. It had been a terrible week, and the latest incident had been too much to bear. He can't believe he'd been so weak yet again. His friends had forgiven him yet again, but he's tired of this constantly happening. He can't believe he's fallen under mind control, lost his way, given in to his darkness...

It's too much. He can't take it. To add to it, he'd yet again been subjected to Cecil and Rosa basking in each other's company, seeing the two of them kiss and cuddle and lovingly tease one another, the two unable to keep their hands off each other. They're always holding hands or doing small romantic gestures toward each other. In fact, it's gotten worse since the couple got engaged. Kain is constantly reminded at every moment about Rosa's love for Cecil. Neither of them mean any harm or realize what they're doing to him, but it doesn't matter. His heart has been broken and stomped on one too many times. It's no wonder he'd been off guard enough to fall to his darker side. To make matters worse, he feels intensely guilty about these feelings... They're his friends, and he ought to feel happy for them. The fact that he can't share in their happiness makes him all the more upset at himself.

Kain clenches his fists and closes his eyes for a moment, holding them shut to attempt to keep back the tears that are threatening to start up. No. He can't give in to that, especially because he's not alone. He doesn't want Rydia to see him being so weak.

He doesn't turn around yet, knowing it's easier to hide his emotions if she can't see his face. But after a long silence, he realizes perhaps he should answer her. So he quietly mutters, "I guess..." Then he hopes that this will be the end of conversation, so he can deal with his misery in silence and relative solitude.

Date: 2016-04-11 03:32 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (darkness)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
The silence had been welcome to Kain, who had simply continued brooding silently to himself after it set in. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to fall asleep for a long time, much as that too would be a welcome reprieve from everything running through his head right now. He’s just getting used to that quiet when Rydia interrupts yet again.

Kain listens silently as she goes on about the monsters of the surface compared to what she’d known, all that time in the Feymarch. In a better state of mind, he might even be inclined to comment about that, perhaps letting her talk as a distraction about her own world. For the most part, that’s what he usually prefers to do, staying quiet, keeping his own thoughts inside while others do the talking. But right now. Ughh right now, he’s in such a terrible mood that he can’t concentrate on anything else.

When Rydia mentions Rosa, of course, Kain clenches his eyes together harder, feeling them start to get blurry with those weak, pathetic tears. He can’t give in! He refuses. When he finally says something, he’s struggling hard to control his voice and keep it from shaking. He still doesn't turn around, though.

“There can never be a return to peace.”

Date: 2016-04-12 06:06 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (moody and broody)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Why can't she make this easy on both of them and be quiet? Why can't she just leave him alone? Though, considering that, Kain thinks to all of their travels so far. Rydia isn't exactly someone he'd call 'quiet' by any stretch of the imagination. She's always enjoyed chattering, although it usually ends up being with one of the others. Usually they all know well enough to keep away from the sullen dragoon. Yet sometimes, he does somewhat wish he was... closer to more of them, in ways. It's a foolish idea, though, and he tries to push it out of mind. Getting close only leads to more pain. He'll hurt them all eventually... he can't help it...

He feels her light 'kick', gentle coming from her, and gives a little "hmmph" sound in response. Normally, he'd agree with that whole notion. Giving up is the coward's way, it's for weaklings. But he's fallen too far and too hard now to care.

"I'm fine," Kain says, but this time, he can't hide the tremble in his voice. It's uncharacteristic for him, such unguarded emotion. "It's nothing."

Except his eyes are watering up more, and it's harder to hold back. Tears start to spill and he hastily rubs his sleeve on his face. He absolutely can't turn around now and risk her seeing him like this. Siiiigh, he's a mess. A total wreck. Everything has gone so wrong, and it's all been his fault. How could he turn his lance against his closest friends? Betray the people he cared about most? He's a failure to the dragoons, to his family honor, and to Baron itself. He's a disgrace.

Date: 2016-04-17 03:21 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (cry like a little girl)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Why, why, why can’t he hold this back as he usually does? The worst part is, the awful emotion is threatening to spill over even more, like storm clouds gathering and darkening, ready to burst with inevitable rain. Kain squeezes his eyes tight as Rydia’s hand touches him, her motions soft and gentle… He’s never really seen her like that before, admittedly. He’s distanced himself for a number of reasons, never quite sure if she even much liked him… So her comfort is a pleasant surprise.

This is so unlike him. He doesn’t like it at all, letting down his guard, becoming so… so vulnerable. He’d never intended to let anyone know that beneath the armor and coldness is someone who’s hurting far more than he lets on. They’re not supposed to know about that side of him. No one is.

“Nothing is wrong. It’s the same as ever, so nothing at all is wrong....” Kain’s voice is still strained, and he doesn’t sound like he believes anything he’s saying. She said it was ok to cry, but he’s struggling hard to avoid something so humiliating. The only problem is, he’s not so sure he can hold back for much longer. At least her touch is still soothing, and Kain stays where he is for just a moment. Then, taking a deep, shaky breath, he moves to sit up and turn toward her. He looks as dejected as he’s sounded all along. It’s unmistakable in his eyes. But he refuses to cry. It won’t happen, it won’t.

“...I’ve failed.”

Unfortunately, when he says these words, it opens the floodgates once and for all. He can’t do a thing to stop it now, and it’s too late. The tears start streaming down his face, and within moments, he’s sobbing openly. All of the darkness and negativity and despair that he’s hidden for all of this time comes spilling out at last.

Date: 2016-04-24 04:29 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (devastated)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Kain has spent so long pushing others away, keeping to himself that it’s… surprising, to have her pulling him close like this. No one has done such a thing for him in a very long time. Not since his father’s death, that one time that he’d finally broken down and Rosa had comforted him… Other than that, he’d always kept his distance as much as possible. Breaking down into tears like this is just not the way a man ought to behave. Not in Kain’s opinion, anyway.

At the moment, though, all of those typical inhibitions are gone. The emotions are just too intense, too difficult to handle. He can’t bear it any longer. Now that it’s started, he can’t stop, can’t go back. So Kain leans his head in against her, continuing to sob as she holds him. She’s warm and comforting, in actions as well as words. She’s saying things he needs to hear.

“...s- sorry for this… I didn’t mean to… I shouldn’t burden you with this…” He might have pointed out the oddness of the chin scratches in some other situation. But at the moment, it’s even quite… soothing in its way. Kain’s weeping subsides a little bit, the sobs slowing a little. “But… thank you…”

Date: 2016-05-01 08:36 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (moody and broody)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Kain doesn't resist, not having the mind to at the moment, so he lets her pull him along with her. He's still not used to any of this. He doesn't allow this side to come out to anyone. He barely acknowledges it to himself, but that's probably why it had all suddenly burst out like this. He's been holding back a great deal, for so long...

But he needs that comfort so much right now, he craves it desperately. He's gone for too long with a cold front, keeping the rest of the world out. She's said the right thing, though. He always tries to do something in return, not comfortable simply accepting help without repayment. So... he can give her that warmth. If that's all she wants of him right now, he'll provide it. Her cuddling and caressing is helping too, and for a while he's fine letting things be silent. A comforting silence, he thinks. He isn't big on words sometimes, especially when it comes to emotions. So he lets her arms wrapped around her, her nuzzling and all of it do the talking instead.

"I'm glad you won't tell the others..." He's still crying but it's not so strong now, just quiet tears instead of violent weeping. "I have a reputation to keep, don't I?" Sigh. Sometimes he almost wishes it were easier to just break down that barrier and allow others in, but he can't. "Y... you're right, we all have our moments. But dragoons aren't supposed to cry." In Kain's world only could that ever be true, of course.

"...I remind you of a puppy?" he asks the last part offhand.

Date: 2016-05-05 06:40 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (darkness)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
Kain brushes aside some more stray tears, he’s a bit calmer now, but every so often there’ll be a new surge of sorrow, and the tears come forth again. He’s never shown this level of weakness to anyone and he doesn’t know how he feels about it. He certainly feels vulnerable, in a way he’s never felt before. Yet at the same time… at the same time, he feels more comforted than he ever has before. He never lets down those walls of his to let anyone inside… so he never experiences anything like this…

“I’m glad you’re not like the others… like us surface people. You see things in a different way… you notice things most of us wouldn’t...” Only Rydia would be able to notice such a comparison to the way that animals like dogs would behave. Yet it’s an apt comparison indeed. Somehow it does make him more relaxed in her presence. He’s never really thought too closely about how strange human customs must seem to her. So much time had passed for her, that it’s easy to forget. He buries his head against her for a moment while he considers how to respond, letting her cuddle him after that light fake-punch. Which he’d deserved, really.

He blinks a little to clear his eyes. “Of course, we dragoons are as human as anyone else… but I was raised with the idea that… if I wish to be a real man… then I should never let such emotions get the better of me lest anyone see me as weak and pathetic. I should be strong and keep them inside… it’s just… how we’re told to behave…” It does seem… sort of dumb, when he actually has to explain it out loud.

Date: 2016-05-17 04:59 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (forever falling)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
He likes her humming, it’s soothing, helping him to relax whenever the emotions boil to the surface yet again. When he thinks he’ll be fine, he ends up gasping out another sob, quiet, but still there, still happening. It’s subsided from what it was before, at least. Her cuddling him also helps tremendously, of course, a gentle touch that he’s needed for far too long.

“I’m sorry,” Kain says, understanding the sarcasm, the tone in her voice that speaks of a frustration he can’t begin to understand. He takes it for granted, knowing what the surface is like, takes it for granted that she was gone far longer from her perspective than it ever seemed from theirs. Years living among Eidolons. That has to change a person, considerably. “I’ll try and help when and if I can, anytime you feel that you don’t understand something…” It’s the least he can do, considering how much she’s doing for him already.

Kain closes his eyes for just a moment as she gives him that kiss and affectionate scratch. He looks at her then, realizing how it must have sounded. He’s never thought others beneath him at all, even though most of them show their emotions so much more readily than him. “Of course not. You’re far from weak… you’re one of the strongest people I know. None of you are weak…” Well. Edward might be the exception, but that’s more to do with making a battle technique out of hiding, than anything involving emotions. “I know how it must sound. But… it’s just… for me, I guess. I cannot accept it in myself… letting emotions overcome me...” Sure, some of it is just how he is, he’s simply not an expressive person, not prone to wearing his heart on his sleeve. But he also has to hold back quite a bit sometimes too.

Date: 2016-06-08 04:42 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (strife within the tempest)
From: [personal profile] dragoon_pride
“I can handle strange questions. Don’t worry. It’s… the least I can do…” He feels bad, burdening her with all of this. It’s not as if they’ve gotten to be very close yet, though this whole situation is making him wish that they had been close all along. He’s done a little too well with pushing everyone away, even including his best friends. But for a long time he’d assumed Rydia wanted little to do with him, thanks to what he and Cecil had done in Mist.

What she’s saying though… it’s something he needed to hear. It’s really sinking in how strange this is for her as it is for him. She wears her emotions on her sleeve, all there for the world to see. And he’s the opposite, repressed and always hiding his true feelings. “Nor do I look down on you, either. I never could. In fact, I respect you. I’ve always respected you in battle, of course, but beyond that… You’re not afraid to let your true feelings show… that takes a very different sort of bravery than the sort I’m used to.” And it’s a sort that he doesn’t have. He’s fearless in combat, but when it comes to dealing with his emotions… he’s a mess.

“I’m sorry about that, by the way. We should have spoken a long time ago… I just thought… perhaps you wouldn’t want to… after everything that happened.” Ah, that scratching feels so good. His eyes finally meet hers. “...and… I feel better.” He rubs at his eyes, clearing them, although they’re still a little wet and a bit red from the crying. “Much better than before. I didn’t realize just how much I’ve needed this…”

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