Choose your character! (1/1)

Rodya stays silent, unable to focus on his book, worried for Chryses.

Chrys stays at his desk, eyes closed.

Rodya btes his lip, looking out the window.

(He wants to go see his friendddd–)

(GO SEE HIMMMMMMMMMMMMM XD)

Chrys whines softly, feeling a dry sensation in his throat.

Rodya sighs, and gets up, walking out of his rooms, going down to the stables and saddling a horse and then ridding out.

Chrys curls up in his chair, hiding his face in his arms.

He starts the horse at a canter, and then picks up to a gallop, eventually reaching Chrys' place and dismounts, the horse not even having come to a full stop yet and he walks forward.

A maid yelps and opens the door just a crack. “I’m sorry sir…but lord Chryses is not available right now.”

Rodya shakes his head, walking to the door, "I'll seem him. either way."

The maid shakes her head. “I’m so sorry…but Chryses has forbidden you to enter…”

"I don't care." He crosses his arms.

She sighs, then starts closing the door.

Rodya sticks his foot into the door.

(Honestly, he looks kinda heartbroken-)

(Mhm XD)

The maid squeaks slightly, looking at him.

rodya looks at her, "Please. . ." He whispers.

She bites her lip, then sighs and steps aside for him.

Rodya walks in, then turns around, “Where’s his rooms?”

She sighs and points down the hall. “Down the hall, to your left. First door on the right.”

Rodya smiles and walks down the hall and then knocks on Chrys’ door.

Chrys sighs, “I’m busy. Leave any letters on the table…” He sounded weak and tired.

“No. I’m not leaving any letters. Let me in, asshole.”

(He sounds so upset-)

Chrys jumps, stammering as he tries to find words.

Rodya stays silent.

Chrys bites his lip, “I- I told you not to come here…”

“I don’t care. You told me if I needed to get away, I could always come here. You want to take that from me? Let me in, Chrys.”

(First time he called him Chrys)

Chrys whines, “I- y-you can st-stay here if y-you need…but- stay a-away from me…”

“No. I don’t want to.” He sets his forehead against the door, “Please, Chrys. . .”

Chrys sucks in a breath, then after a while, he opens the door. He had a sad look on his face. And even though he looked perfectly fine, he had this look of sickness in his eyes.

Rodya looks at him, looking downright depressed and kicked in the gut. He stays silent, watching him.

Chrys sighs, “I’m sorry…I-I just…want to protect you…”