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  1. "Oh please don't be nervous. You know I support you Constantine, in anything and everything." he smiles softly, dark eyes shining with genuine admiration for his brother. Rain looks at the sprawling palace of his brother in contemplation, an awkward smile forced on his face as the looms closer and closer. He's a bit in disbelief at just how enormous the place is. The building never seems to end, seemingly to go forever as they drive up to it. Constantine must think his nice established cottage outside of the city is pathetic in comparison. It wasn't as if he didn't have money, or rather, when he first purchased his house he had plenty. He could have gotten a manor of his own he supposes, but for the life of him he didn't know what he would have done with it! Sometimes a nice view and nature were all a man needed to enjoy life. Though apparently, his brother doesn't' seem to agree with the notion. It's very...what's the word. Established. Grand. Embellished? Enormous. A trite over the top...? "Oh Constantine it's..." he breathes faintly, speechless in disbelief that everything here belongs to his brother and his brother alone. But, if this is what his brother wants and what makes him happy then nothing is too much really, he supposes. He has not a single idea what Constantine does with all of the room though. The man lives alone after all. Still, Constantine has worked for years to get what he wants. If an enormous living space fit for a king is what makes his brother smile, then that's all that matters. There's a lot of help. A lot of it. Maids and butlers and outside decorators and hedge cutters every which way. Rain hopes that Constantine doesn't get lonely in such a big space, maybe some of the helpers he's made some friends with? A small part of him knows better. Still, there's an excitement that thrums and sings in his veins. It's a different change of pace, a new place to live! There's going to be so much to explore and experience. He thanks the man who opens the car door for him, stepping out with a roll of his shoulders. They move inside and even that is a show in itself just watching the giant golden doors being opened. How heavy are the doors, he wonders as it seems that that is made of pure gold. There had to be some sort of magic or enhancement to make them open easier. Gold certainly isn't light. His mind is already whirling at that, but the colours and the embellishments and decor, it's all just so much! There's so many places to look and everyone is running around, the palace a flurry of activity as Constantine glides in like a prince. He supposes he could have had this in a different life. Rain swallows thickly, wringing his hands as he moves a bit closer to his brother's side, slightly intimidated by all of the unknown factors. He doesn't want to lose him in the sprawling hallways or interrupt any of the workers. They look a little apprehensive, and are moving at a very brisk pace. Constantine sure knew what he was looking for in his helpers, Rain supposes. Professional, curt, and effective. It almost feels like a different world all together, being in such a grand place. It's like stepping into a royal fairytale. He wonders if his brother wanted it for that very reason. That the man worked and worked so dreams and silly fairytales weren't just stories, but living in embellished breathing gold and wide knowing hallways. Constantine didn't need dreams, because he had already purchased them.
  2. "Oh they've all been so kind!" Rain assures his brother quickly. "Mr. Alderose especially seems like such a nice fellow." Rain smiles, settling back more comfortably in his seat. "I'm-looking forward to seeing your home, Constantine. I can't thank you enough for your kindness in letting me stay for awhile." he smiles, glancing out at the moving countryside. Rain has to admit all of this consideration about the move has him feeling a tad spoiled, and perhaps even a little guilty. He hopes this all isn't too much of a burden or hassle on his brother. Constantine really is always busy or working it seems, and Rain doesn't want to hinder any of that. He knows how hard his brother works for his lifestyle. Still he can't help but be a little hopeful about being able to stay with him. Maybe it will help them grow closer. His dark eyes easily catch the light stiffening of Constantine's hands, and he suddenly feels self-conscious. Did he say something that already exasperated him? His fingers interlock on his lap and he fiddles lightly with them before he looks back to his brother. The tunnel blocks out the morning light and Rain resists the urge to childishly hold his breath like he used to when he was younger as they drive through. "Is something the matter?" he asks softly.
  3. "Until tomorrow..." Rain echoes, hearing the line drop afterwards. He hugs the phone to his chest in sighs in elation, tilting backwards until he's flopped onto his bed and smiling at the ceiling. Somehow those simple words have made him feel more alive than he has in years. It wasn't from his siblings bonding together, it wasn't from Marigold's return, it wasn't even from the sliver of hope that he might get a new heart no. It's the simple roundabout way that his brother told him he loves him after all this time. Something so simple, something that he should have already known but the threads of darkness that clung to his heart wouldn't allow him to hope. Rain promises himself that he will try not to get in his brother's way when he stays with him. Even though Constantine is the one who offered, Rain knows well enough how busy the man is, and he doesn't want to appear clingy. Constantine hates clingy. He will do well and respect the boundaries and rules the house lays out for him. It's a privilege to even get to stay with Constantine for a bit regardless of the duration of time he will be there. And...it might be nice to have some company finally. It's been hard getting out of bed lately, for many reasons. --- Tomorrow comes in a blink of an eye. Rain had spent the rest of the evening packing and preparing the things he wanted to take most with him. The endeavor had left him achy and happily falling into his bed after a warm shower. But now as the sunlight streams through the early windows and he watches the help move his stuff he can't help but feel a thrum of adrenaline sing through his body. The head butler, Rain pondered, is a man that he hadn't exactly expected to be the sort of man that Constantine would have taken in. Rain assumed initially that most of Constantine's servants and help would be just as beautiful as him. His brother was always rather picky about that. He liked to surround himself with beautiful people, but not too beautiful as he didn't want to be threatened. Maybe Rain was just being unfair. Regardless, the kind older man is someone Rain really wants to get to know more. "O-Oh thank you very much, I am humbled by your care. Might I know your name, sir?" he asks politely, giving a soft thanks in appreciation as he is served tea in his own house. He feels bad, maybe he should offer everyone working a small break and a drink. He isn't being a very kind host is he? But they had all come in so fast and had gotten right to work, he had been a tad overwhelmed. Rain himself didn't have servants besides a single maid that came every other first day of the week. Sometimes she would pick flowers from her garden and place them in a vase for a lovely centerpiece for his table. She was so very kind. It just helped to have the place clean at times, sometimes it got hard for him to muster the energy to. He would still pay her for her service even when he wasn't living there. Rain enjoys the warmth of his tea, stiffening at the telltale sound of Constantine's vehicle. It really was rather loud but his brother seemed to have a soft spot for his car. Rain takes a seat, shutting the door behind him as he turns to level Constantine with a sunny smile. He feels different today. Less tired, more excited about the future. He hasn't felt this way in a long time. "How are you?" he breathes out the question kindly, wanting to say nothing at all and yet so very much to his brother all at the same time. Mainly he really just wants to hug him, but he will try and respect his brother's boundaries. At least out in the open..
  4. Rain clutches the phone to his ear tightly, willing Constantine to repeat his words or unconsciously hoping his brother's words will somehow be ingrained into his brain. His wide eyes blankly stare down at the floor as he tries to decipher his brother's words, repeating them over and over in his mind. He can't remember a time Constantine even acknowledged, however vague, that he might have an inkling about what could have even upset Rain. The fact that the man had a clue about what had him asking such a question in the first place just proves that his brother is considerate, or at least understands that what he said could have been upsetting. Rain nibbles on his lip, biting down a teary ecstatic grin that slowly grows on his lips as he slightly hunches in on himself. It's been so long since he's heard anything positive about himself from Constantine, or even just to know that he isn't the source of his brother's frustration in life. And even better is that Constantine didn't remain neutral. His brother enjoys his time! Enjoys it! To know this is more relieving than he could have ever possibly imagined. It's as if a weight is lifted from his shoulders and an anchor tied around his ankle has disappeared. Rain feels lighter than he has in years. All because of a couple simple sentences with inklings of appreciation hidden in the phrases. That's all it took. His brother loves him. He loves him! "...When can I move in?" he says after a delayed pause, not a single doubt in his mind after that one answer.
  5. The trek home was long but Rain has never been so relieved to his house fall into sight. His legs ache and he shivers, wanting more warmth than his body can manage to generate. Stepping inside, he sighs in relief, his face immediately crumpling into an expression of despair. What a horrid day. Truly. He always tried not to keep his expectations high, he didn't want to be unfair. But sometimes it feels like he tries not to expect anything at all, and he's still let down. He shakes his head, blinking back a tired wetness that begins to well up in his eyes. He's fine. He's just tired that's all. He'll feel better after a bit of rest. Rain slips off his shoes and coat, pulling the sleeves of his sweater further down to help preserve warmth. Tea sounds nice, something relaxing. Chamomile. But the bed is too tempting, he doesn't really need anything to calm himself down because the weariness in his bones call to him louder than his anxiety at the current moment. He just wants to forget about his horrible day for a little while. He moves into the bedroom, idly tugging his braid loose from his hair. His thing fingers undo the loops, allowing his long muted teal strands to tumbles past his shoulder and down to his mid back, curly from being tied up for most of the day. With a long exhale, he sits on his bed closing his eyes for just a moment. Before he can even groan in relief his phone startles him into a flinch. Plucking the device out of his pocket, his heart suddenly spikes in adrenaline at the name. Swallowing thickly, Rain shakily accept the call. He hadn't thought of an answer. Oh no he hadn't thought of an answer. Why did he answer the phone he doesn't actually know what to say to his brother. "You have been given ample time to make your decision. What is your choice little brother?" Rain blinks at the words, feeling a pang of bitterness seep through his veins. He had a choice? Did he actually? Constantine never made it seem that way, and with everything that happened to day Rain can't help but feel like he's somehow been a fool in ways he doesn't understand. And then his brother's cruel words ring back to him just before the man had told him he needed to come live with him. Constantine didn't want his death to show to the public. Not because his brother cared, but because his brother didn't want Rain's death associated with his name. As if somehow him dying would negatively impact Constantine's name or put him in a difficult position. But...not because Constantine himself would be upset at his brother's death, but because it would be a hassle in some way to talk or give statements or even be associated with Rain. "Do you love me?" the question suddenly falls from his lips shakily and unexpected. Rain feels the tears he blinked away well back up in full force. "D-Do you even like me, Constantine...?" he asks feebly, voice weak. He's been chasing after his brother for what seems like his entire life. It didn't used to be like this, but today...Today, Constantine had said things that chipped away at Rain's already brittle heart, and not just in a metaphorical way. This entire failure of a day finally got Rain to stop in his tracks and question what he has been trying to accomplish for so many years with zero results. What was he trying to do? What did he think would happen? Was it truly too much to ask for someone to love him? Even his own brother?
  6. Rain didn't really know what to say about any of this. Listening to the other talk, he's in a bit of disbelief at the assumptions the man has made. It's a small and slightly embarrassing relief to know that the doctor had come back and remembered him. He hadn't been forgotten entirely. But the truth of the matter is it's been over an entire year without a single word from the man, and looking at the research and work the good doctor had done for him somehow didn't really make him feel any better about that. He had thought him and Marigold were on their way to becoming friends, to gaining a trust, and then suddenly Rain was left in the dark for over a year with nothing to go off of. Even now, the letter was a lie. There wasn't a complete heart for him, just a work in progress with the desperate proof to show he hadn't been completely forgotten. Just another very slim light of hope that Rain is beginning to get sick of wishing on. Forgive the exaggeration, the doctor asked him. Of course. He always forgives. But after everything that has happened, and the man simply assumes they were to resume business as usual. It feels strange, and it makes him feel slightly uneasy. He feels like if he were anyone else, they would already be out the door after taking their money back. An entire year, what if he had died before then? Wishing on false stars for his one sliver of hope to return and give him a heart. Why hadn't Rain looked around for another of Marigold's skill, rare as that may be? Why had he simply given up looking for solutions to his condition? Maybe he's just sick of trying to fight it when sometimes it feels like the world itself doesn't want him to keep going. "Dr. Marigold I-" he starts weakly, blankly looking down at the metallic chest. It makes him queasy. He looks away. Discussion of surgery makes him smile solemnly. Yes, this isn't the first time he's been told he likely won't survive the strain of surgery and that the risks are simply too high. Any surgery already comes risks, but in Rain's condition it was almost a guarantee he wouldn't make it because of his weak constitution and the weak state his body is already in. Marigold wanting to do the surgery himself makes him unsettled. Would he truly trust the man's hands to go inside of his chest cavity when he apparently can't even trust the man in general anymore? The man isn't wrong, even if somehow there had been a full heart today the risks just from the procedure alone would still need to be considered heavily. He nods. "I need to think about the options." is all he can manage to say. He gets up from his seat slowly. "I'm sorry, I have to go." he announces softly, unable to meet the man's eyes. "I'm not quite myself today I don't think and there's...a lot to take in. I am sorry for cutting the visit short. Thank you for your time, I know you're a very busy man. There's a lot I need to consider." He doesn't want to stay.
  7. Rain sure hoped they weren't going to stand outside in the first place, merely giving an understanding nod to the man as they began their trek inside. The man seems paranoid, a habit Rain doesn't recall being there the last time they had talked and visited each other. He remembers bringing the man sweets and cake out of thanks, them talking for hours in conversation. He thought he was finally making a friend that wouldn't leave him like everyone else. Maybe he just has that sort of disposition that people never really want to stick around. Still, Marigold's attitude is a bit concerning which only solidifies Rain's guess that the man must have gone through some troubling things. He nods politely at the doctor's explanations of the building, seeing that warm pride spark in the man's face. At the very least, he's glad Marigold is comfortable here. "It's nice. I can tell you've put a lot of heart into it. I'm sure it was a lot of work." he smiles kindly, wanting to encourage the man's happiness at his work. The building is very large, and Rain feels like he'd be a bit too lonely in such a giant facility without company. He supposes he's needy that way though, his brother and sister certainly get along alright in their big houses and alone time. He just doesn't like being alone in his own house, so he couldn't imagine being in such a big work environment without other people. At least the guest room looked inviting enough for the most part. Rain takes a tentative seat across from the man, making no move to partake in any of the refreshments. He fiddles with his hands that rest in his lap, looking down for a moment before Marigold starts speaking which grabs which attention back to the man. Sympathy tugs at his heart, the man looks exhausted. Rain certainly understands that. He smiles softly, eyes still holding onto a bit of hurt that shines through. "It's alright, doctor. I'm glad you're okay, you don't need to explain." he offers to the man generously, not wanting to put him in a stressful situation where he was forced to explain his circumstances. "We're both here. That's what matters, right?" It's not everyone's business to always know the struggles of others. Rain doesn't need to feel entitled to an explanation. He wonders if this sort of behavior is why everyone is always so exasperated with him.
  8. Rain gave the parting duo one last polite wave before making his way back to the task at hand. He was lucky the warp had brought him closer to Marigold's complex, but it was still a bit of a jaunt and by the time he managed to get there he was more than a little winded. All of the stress and anxiety with his family certainly hadn't helped and Constantine's offer now lingers in the back of his mind like a thoroughly distracting buzz. He didn't know what to expect seeing Dr. Marigold again. He didn't even know if he wanted to visit in all honesty. His life was on the line and the doctor simply up and disappeared on him with no word or any sort of sign when or if he'd be back. Rain didn't know if he had been scammed or if something truly had happened to the man. Reading the letter, the doctor claimed the heart was ready, could it really have been so simple? Rain somehow can't help believing such a thing. His feet hesitate lightly once he finally reaches his destination, lightly disturbed by the grids and the crazy energy being emanated from the gigantic building He certainly doesn't remember this place. Rain remains silent as the form of the doctor grows larger as the man steps through the security measures to greet him. Words don't come easily to him in this situation. He doesn't know what to say. The day has already been a disaster and the man seems to be playing off his disappearance like nothing happened. Should Rain be grateful that the doctor didn't abandon him after all? Or is he allowed to be upset for being left in the first place? Was his heart really completed? Could it really be so simple? "Hello Dr. Marigold." he greets softly, not going further than a polite greeting as the man hugs him. He hugs back tentatively, following the man silently as they move across the fields. Rain flicks his gaze down at their interlaced fingers as Marigold guides him along. He gently disentangles their fingers from the man's grip, pulling his hand back to his chest and lightly rubbing at his wrist in a self conscious gesture. The doctor didn't look well and Rain can only surmise that the man did indeed have some sort of health or other issue he had gotten wrapped up in. Rain understands how fast life can hit, and doesn't necessarily hold the sudden disappearance him. But he had just wished he could have gotten some sort of message to know he hadn't been left or forgotten just like so many other people have done to him. His dark eyes take in the surrounding area with polite interest, trying not to show outwardly that yes, he is unnerved by all of the sudden changes, not only in the man himself, but in his very creations and buildings. Not because he finds the prosthetic of the man's hand scary or negative, but simply because he can't seem to recognize this Marigold as the same softer man he had initially met. "You are still as handsome as ever I see" Marigold's words ring into his ears. He is stricken with something akin to disbelief and unease at such a sentence. Rain turns to look, to truly look into Marigold's eyes for the first time with an uncomfortable frown. Rain is well aware he is not handsome in his current state. He didn't even know if he was handsome before this all sapped him of his spark, but he certainly knows better now. Sickly pale skin and slightly red rings around his eyes with dark circles. A bony frame and a disheveled appearance most of the time. He clearly knows better than to assume he has any sort of acceptable appearance. For the doctor to say such a thing after all this time, he feels strangely exposed. "Dr. Marigold." he mutters softly, withdrawing his letter. "I...I received your letter." is all he manages to say. Of course he did, that's the reason why he was here. He internally chides himself on his stupid statement, but he doesn't know what else to say. He wants to demand an explanation or ask what happened to him and why he looks so...strange. Something about the man's visage unnerves him in a way now, it didn't used to be like that. Marigold's figure seems colder, different but he doesn't know why. Rain doesn't feel safe in the man's presence like he used to. Or maybe that's just the lack of trust talking.
  9. He levels her with a tired smile, not bothering to hide his disappointment. It doesn't matter how he feels. Nothing can be done about it, and they both know as much. A soft exhale leaves his mouth as he tries to curl into the slight warmth his sister brings with her embrace. He's always so cold, and Gold's slight frame doesn't exactly envelop him in warmth, but it's just so nice to be touched. Rain murmurs a soft farewell to his sister and his well wishes on her travels before he leaves her to her call. Pushing out of the door, his eyes grow dull in weary resignation. It's tiring to be him sometimes. He wants to be angry at Constantine, but he can only really be angry at himself. It's not fair to feel anything other than grateful to his brother, who essentially gave him the stepping stones to get here in the first place after all. He eyes the hologram on his phone blankly, looking at the address before pocketing it and making his way through the busy streets. In all reality, he's just as nervous with anticipation to see Dr. Marigold as well. The man had ghosted him after only several weeks into the process of accepting his plea for creating a new heart from scratch. If Rain never received a donor with a real heart, than his only other option had been born out of desperation and thinking out of the box. Magic should have been an option, but he had been told the degradation of his entire system could not simply be healed through magic alone as the magical feedback could interfere too much with his already fragile state. Magical kickback was never something to bat an eye at, and the doctors were worried he wouldn't be able to survive the initial regrowth of heart muscle due to the pure strain. Rain blinks in surprise as he eyes a slightly familiar figure transport into the Outer Ring of Cradle. Valenstein...Stalonius, an adviser of the Magistrate's Circle. Rain had seem him every so often when he was visiting Mr. Locke for discussions of Cradle's rejuvenation project and safety measures for the poor and down-trod. His feet pause on reflex as the apparent pupil of the man turns her bright gaze on him and levels a boisterous greeting. He smiles softly at her, dark eyes crinkling with kindness to let her know she did a wonderful job. He gazes at Valenstein's bow, politely placing his hands on his chest and lightly bowing himself to return the greeting. "No apologies needed at all, I thought it was a very nice and genuine greeting." Rain tells them kindly. "It's very admirable you're learning magic, I do hope your studies go well." he says politely, stepping to the side to let them pass him. Rain missed magic. Before he started his ascension into the political world with the desire to help others, the witch that had sheltered him had told him he had quite an affinity for magic. He had learned under her as a hobby, a side study for discipline and respect. If he could allow himself a small moment of pride, he certainly hadn't been a slouch either. What he lacked in finesse he had made up for in raw potential, especially when it had come to the arcane and soothing arts. Of course, after he had started his more hefty career, he still practiced but then his health started only getting worse and worse. With time, he simply stopped with his magic practice and training due to the fear he would drain himself too dry and end up suffering from magical exhaustion. It had come too close several time due to his waning health, and he had been advised several times to step away from his practice to keep himself safe. He's glad seeing someone like Fye being able to learn under someone incredibly gifted and skilled like Mr. Stalonius, she would go very far under his care he could tell.
  10. The hand on his cheek startled him, not expecting nor used to contact with either of his siblings. A strangled squeak tumbles out of his lips in shock along at such an intimate gesture. His dark eyes widen lightly in surprise when it's Constantine of all people that had taken the initiative. At first there's hope, happiness even. His sibling has somehow read in between the lines, or at least has come to a conclusion that isn't so terribly far from the truth. Travelling is hard. Waking up is hard. Breathing is hard. Everything is hard, but Rain never tries to let that get him down. but it is. It's hard. The relief he feels is so palpable that he's smiling without realizing it. Constantine wants him to stay at his own house! He wants him to stay closer to him! That means he cares. He cares, he cares, he cares, he really does. It's all the confirmation Rain has ever needed, finally being said at last. Maybe he really did get something out of this after all, even if he couldn't tell the entire truth. Then Constantine finishes his sentence, and just like that everything is flipped upside down. Heartbreak digs its vicious claws where his relief had just been a moment ago and it tugs and buries its way deep into the core of his heart. A nuisance. Even in death? Would Rain dying really set Constantine back so badly? Would it not be enough for the man to be worried or upset that his brother died? Why did his thoughts immediately jump to his reputation and the media about how it would be portrayed? Rain knows Constantine has worked so hard for everything, but it isn't as if this condition is a choice. It isn't as if he gets to choose when he dies! Would it be easier for them if he could...? Rain stares blankly at his brother's retreating back, Gold Dusts' voice exasperated ringing in his ears. It's muffled, like he's underwater, a dull ringing overtaking that noises around him. He pushes himself up, the chair behind him screeching loudly as he stands. Gold's alarmed voice falls on deaf ears as his vision tunnels to the exit. His feet are already taking him briskly through the shop, his eyes never leaving his brother's slowly fading back as the man moves outside. As his hand reaches the door to the cafe, his muscles lock up. His hand is outstretched in mid motion to open the door and go outside, but it's almost as if his subconscious won't allow him to. He doesn't know what to think or feel or do. For the first time in his life he wants to follow his brother and force him to turn around and scream at his face. He wants to shout and ask why he is never good enough. Why he is seen as such a nuisance just because he wants his siblings to know he loves them. Why doesn't Constantine love him? Why doesn't Constantine...even like him? His hand locks up as Rain clenches his jaw. His mind chants at it to open the door, it's easy. Just open it. Stop standing there and open the door! He can't do it, he can't-he can't. Rain blinks and suddenly the world is back into focus, the sounds so much louder around him than before. A shaky inhale makes its way through his chest and he turns back to see Gold Dust staring at him in alarm. He supposes he made a bit of a dramatic attempt at an exit. He hadn't even realized. Such actions weren't like him at all, were they Rain slinks back the way he came, his hand falling back to his side limply as he approaches his sister. "I have to go. I'm...I'm sorry. I hate to disappoint you as well..." he smiles dully, the action not reaching his eyes. "But, I have a doctor to meet." he murmurs, averting his eyes and digging out some money to tip the server. He would have paid for Gold's drink as well, but, she hadn't even gotten the chance to order one before it all fell apart like usual. Funny that.
  11. Rain weakly stares at the glass of ice water in front of him, mind turning desperately to figure something out that won't have his siblings immediately shout at him for wasting their time. Maybe that would still be better than telling them about his condition though, at least they would be exasperated and forgive him eventually. But if they were to...feel obligated to care about his well being only because he's dying, he doesn't know if he could possibly face that harsh reality. Maybe that's on him. Being so desperate for their attention has left him content to let things be as they are. Telling them about his condition, it could changed things and upset the very precarious and unstable balance they all had with each other. He couldn't possibly topple that over. Constantine's question has his mind whirring a mile a minute to try and appease the question his brother has. "I-Isn't it...important to-to see each other every once and awhile?" Rain asks feebly, giving a small smile as he risks a hesitant glance up at his siblings. Two unimpressed gazes staring back at him leaves his nerves rattled. Apparently that was not a good enough reason to drag them over to Cradle in their busy lives. He really did mess this all up didn't he? "Well-Well-I just-I-" he stammers, unconsciously running finger across the cold condensation of his glass. "I just thought-think-it's just..." he flusters, knowing his face his flushed with his attempt to find the words and blundering it all up terrible. This is nightmare level of failure right now. Sure he might be a bit of a pushover but he's never blatantly found himself at a loss of what to say. Honesty, was it worth it? To be honest? It didn't feel worth it. Oh but how he hated lying to them, and he had spent so long trying to figure out the best way to get them all together with the least resistance. He resists the urge to just bury his face into his hands and groan in annoyance at himself, instead clasping his hands back together into his lap tightly, letting the knuckles turn white in a tight grip. "I-I...just wanted to say that-I won't be around much the next couple of...or rather-for an extended period of time in the...near-future?" he eventually stammers. It's a half truth. "My health has been a little-finicky lately and-it's nothing to pay attention to!" he hastily reassures even if they weren't concerned. "Um you know how I am haha-but I-well. I just wanted to say this might be the last time we see each other all together for a bit." he smiles feebly. "I'm sorry, I just wanted us to...have one more get together before I limit my travelling...?" That still wasn't a very good explanation, and all in all, it was still a colossal waste of time for the two of them to come. Parts of that were completely true, it's just the health part certainly goes passed the stage of "finicky" and goes into "fatal" territory. Rain hopes they will just take his good intentions to heart even if the execution was terrible and maybe not immediately burst into another argument. He doesn't know if his heart can take them fighting this much anymore, literally. He's just tired of seeing the closest people to him tear each other apart. Didn't family mean anything? Didn't they mean anything to each other? Didn't he...mean anything to them?Didn't they know he'd do anything for them? Why does it feel like sometimes he's the only one who would take the stars from the sky if they asked him to? He internally shakes his head. That's selfish to think after everything...he should just be happy they are here. Even if they get angry with him, he can at least be thankful they put up with each other and him to feel that way. That's what family does...right? He ducks his head back down to stare at his lap, not wanting to see their disappointed expressions.
  12. Rain automatically straightened his posture seeing the demanding presence of his brother enter the cafe, immediately knowing that silhouette anywhere. A wobbly smile turns up on his face, and he needs to clasp his hands tightly in his lap to keep his need to greet his sibling with a hug at bay. It's always so nice to see Constantine. Rain misses his brother every day, and it's so difficult to ever see him for more than a stunted conversation before Constantine deems he's too busy to linger. The cutting words his brother greets him with after a judgmental eye quickly cuts him back into reality, revealing the truth of their relationship. "Constantine it's so nice to see you." he smiles feebly all the same. "And ah well, I-I didn't say it was an emergency just that it was..." he trails off. Why did he say this was important? Oh gosh, why did he say that! It's not important, it really isn't. His health shouldn't be a priority to them with their busy lives and their ever-changing days. Oh no he's truly made a mistake here hasn't he? "...Important..." he mumbles with faint dread, wincing internally at the exasperation in Constantine's eyes. His brother did so hate it when he mumbled. "Goldie will be here soon I'm sure. She's busy just like you, but she'll be here." he says kindly, hoping his brother would take the hint to switch to the appropriate name. He doesn't really know why he bothers trying some days with Constantine. His brother clearly doesn't care about Gold Dust's comfort or...his. But Rain supposes that's fair isn't it? Constantine deserved to only care about himself and himself only. His brother shouldn't feel obligated to feel any other way after he worked so hard to get himself here. His face flushes in a flustered countenance, averting his eyes to his lap. Something else. He needs to figure out something else to tell them. This was a terrible idea. He shouldn't have brought them here. He can't believe after all this planning and days of psyching himself up to confess that he was already backpedaling. Frantic thoughts and a deluded silence is broken when he hears the greeting of his sister. A relieved smile lights up on his face as he sees Gold's lovely visage come into view as she moves to hug him in greeting. Rain stands with a tad too much clumsy enthusiasm, melting into her embrace like a touch-starved puppy. She always smelled like jasmines and something fiery like sunlight itself. He always enjoyed seeing what she did with her hair and makeup even though it made him sad that she only feels beautiful half of the time with all of it on. She really didn't need it. Her and Constantine were both that way. Rain wonders if maybe he's just the one who needs to change his mindset and work a little harder at looking beautiful. "Hi Goldie, thanks for coming. You're looking lovely as ever" he murmurs as reluctantly steps back from the embrace, giving her a sheepish smile when he's admonished about his bony frame. His shoulders tense, lightly raising towards his ears as Constantine's rude comment cracks across the greeting. His breath tumbles out into an inaudible exhale of resignation as Gold takes her seat and the other two siblings begin to bicker immediately. Was this how it would always be with them? All of this efforts to reach out have done nothing to help his siblings get along. If anything, it's only made it worse as they always seem to be at each other's throat. Even when they aren't in each other's presence, there's always some sort of lingering insult that is cast out into the air, as if Rain is supposed to bubble those vile words up and carry it with him. He closes his eyes, wondering why he did this. Why did he do this..? "Please I-" he exhales softly, shaking his head as they talk over him. "I hear the pastries are quite nice here!" he interrupts a bit louder and forces a pleasant smile, attempting to diffuse the situation with misdirection as usual. "I hope travelling wasn't so terribly difficult for you two?" he inquires, turning the question to them so they could whine or talk about themselves all they please instead of turning on each other. Rain feels a light wave of dizziness as his stress levels out, blinking away the light headed lethargy with a level exhale and reaching for his water. If they couldn't even listen to each other for five minutes, what would telling them about his heart condition even do? It isn't as if it'd help anything. He really has made a large error hasn't he? What sort of excuse could he try and fumble up quickly while they are talking for why he had them come out here?
  13. Today is the day. No more stalling, no more secrecy, and no more feeble excuses and laughing it off. Rain Primrose is dying, and the only two people in his life that are in his shaky orbit should know about it. They should know, even if they don't care. They should know. Rain couldn't bear the thought of suddenly keeling over and dying without a single explanation. He's always been a bit fragile in constitution, their terrible living arrangements during childhood assured that. He doesn't blame his parents though. They are sick. They need help. He's tried to give it to them, to get them to rehab and to pour money into their pockets with nothing in return. They refused his pleas, but happily took the money. It's all he can do. They did their best for them...and Gold Dust and Constantine were very successful! He suppose he was, as well...in a way. He weakly runs a pale finger across the table, finding his throat dry and his nerves frazzled. He could do this. It would be fine. He could tell them and...and they would listen and maybe express their sympathies. No no no, of course they wouldn't. He's already been a hassle to both of them. His siblings live such active and extraordinary lives in their industries and he's already asking so much of them to both meet him at Cradle for a simple dinner. Would they care? Should he really go through with it? What would telling them the truth even do? They would just feel obligated to be a bit kinder to him. Maybe. He nibbles on his lip which is already reddened by the action he's been doing for a solid ten minutes, sore with agitation. Goldy will be mad at him. He has lost more weight. He didn't mean to, it's just sometimes he can't hold anything down. He tried to conceal his dark circles with some concealer today, and even applied a bit of blush just to make it look like he isn't a walking corpse. He has a feeling Constantine won't be fooled. Rain wrings his hands together, eyeing the calming atmosphere of the cafe with a shaky inhale and adjusting his trench coat. He's wearing a cream knit sweater and some slim fit khakis that hit at the ankle. Dark socks and stylish loafers to match. It's not a bad style, it's better then some of his other outfits his siblings have seen him in. And his braid is less messy today! He's making an effort for them so maybe they could make the smallest effort for him to not...immediately kill each other on sight. That was fair right? Maybe. Maybe... Rain feebly sips at his water. Being so early here really isn't helping his nerves. Why did he do this? Now he just has to sit and wait while his already spastic nerves coil around his gut. A heart condition. A donor list. An unknown timeline. He fidgets, wondering if he should turn to an alternative method, see a different type of doctor. Marigold had sent him a letter after all, which meant the doctor was back wasn't he? Maybe there could be more than just resignation again. Maybe the man really had started building him a new heart. It was a strange and extreme method, not one he would have normally considered but-but he just wanted a fighting chance. That wasn't so wrong, right? He just wanted to live. His hands tug on his coat, to huddling into its warmth a bit more. Maybe this was a terrible idea after all.
  14. "I'm sure I'll manage." is all she says in response, leveling him with a charming grin. "Sleep tight Doc! Don't let the bed bugs bite...or anything else for that matter!" As the near stranger leaves, the doors swishing shut with heavy finality, her wide grin slowly slips off her face and morphs into a dark frown. Her dark eyes shine with with a grave understanding as she lightly trails a gloved finger over the metal tracking device while she scans the area. This is a disaster. This place is teaming with the strange almost eldritch-like energy that she had the unfortunate experience of being familiar with. But never had she felt it in such magnitude, not since...Regardless, it seems to be focusing around the Doctor himself, a strange sort of possessive entity that's currently rooted inside of him. The Doctor himself seems to be well aware of the curse, but for it to be affecting the facility as well-it must be something overwhelmingly powerful. Petrichor rolls her tongue along the top of her teeth as a sardonic smile tilts crookedly onto her lips. The woman casually strolls over to the nearest bot, looking upon it fondly as it works and surprisingly talks. She trails a curious finger along its smooth metallic finish before planting a kiss onto the estimation of its cheek. "Hey there. You're doing some great work, do you have a name?" she compliments with a soft pat. "What are you talking about? Mind telling me? I won't tell your boss. I'm much more fun, you know? I'm here to just listen." she winks with a click of her teeth. "I loved your singing too. I could hear it all the way outside." Regardless if the Doctor understands why or why not the bots sing and become more sentient, Petrichor can make an educated guess that the man doesn't actually try and bond with his worker drones. At least not lately, just judging by the sorry state the man was in. He clearly had a lot to deal with on his plate. In reality however, simply asking the strange bots might be the best way to actually figure out what's happening! She wonders how many sleepless nights the man has just watched or tried to reset them but not actually communicated with them. Hopefully she was about to get some information.
  15. "Take care, then." Fain murmurs to the man. "Do take heed of its call Mr. Belmont. You wouldn't want to become...lost, yourself." he calls as Archen pushes open the door. Fain turns to give Sinclair a neutral gaze, moving over to the table to set a necklace on top of it. It looks similar to the one he had just given Archen, but the gem inside is a beautiful indigo colour, and the clasp is silver. "If you need to contact Mr. Belmont for any reason Madam, you may by speaking into the necklace with intent. However, I must advise you to not use this simply due to misguided worry." Fain tells her with a bored tone, his words still strict in their droning quality. "He may also contact us this way. If he so chooses." Fain scans the house with attentive eyes, moving back to take a sip of his tea as he glances out the window. "I shall stay an evening, if it is not a terrible trouble for you." Fain asks her politely. Little did she know it was more for her sake than his own. The woman clearly wasn't used to being alone. The worry would likely eat her alive while Archen was out on his mission, something he hadn't done in such a long time and certainly not to such a difficult extent. This level of mission was certainly much above a fellow haunting or spook hunt, as it had as much to do with Archen and it did with whatever lost soul he is hunting. The icy air howls and sends a chilling wave of frost inside the hut as Archen trudges out. With a heavy shove, he manages to shut the door, facing the blizzard with a newfound purpose. The jewel inside of the man's cloak hums a small power, slightly warm within the fabric. The logical sense the hunter has is to not avoid the storm, but to go into it. Fain alluded previously that the cause for the ever worsening weather of the mountains might have to do with a lost soul shard residing in the snow, and the people missing must be connecting to that in some way as well. As the hunter trudges through the never ending snow and treacherous terrain, he finds it more difficult to see anything but grey and snow lining his vision. It's dangerous, no one in their right mind would travel through his terrible weather. His boot nudges something firm. Crouching near it reveals a body. Their body is covered in snow and ice, having frozen to death in nothing but their pajamas. The dead man isn't even wearing any shoes, the limbs blackened from frostbite. Strangely enough, even through the terrible snow and torrential blizzard, Archen can see the man's face is smiling. It's a calm smile, eyes glazed over with an expression of blank fondness, and their lips softly tilted up in adoration. There's nothing else to indicate what happened, only that the fool trudged out this far into the wilds in nothing but his silky pajamas and bare feet, and froze to death. And then he hears it. Faintly. Barely heard over the roaring winter wind. It's calling. Winter's lonely, cold, and bleak... Misunderstood and alone. Come to me so we can sleep, In the cold that we'll call home... It's like a siren song of lore, and Archen knows this is what he's here to find, and capture.
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