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Johan blinked absently until he heard the last suggestion. He cocked his head to one side. “Why are you so scared of me having a knife when you’re offering me needles sharp enough to kill someone?” He softly chortled. “As for chess, I can’t make anything out of it unless I craft the pieces, myself. After I win the game it gives me nothing in return, and then it is reset like nothing even happened at all.”
"Because those needles are blunted, and I doubt you could put enough force behind a blow to hurt me." If Johan were able-bodied Fi wouldn't have brought it up, but a solid swing required torso movement and that was something Johan wouldn't be able to muster up like this. "And though your views on chess are misinformed, I suppose we could cross it off the list. That still leaves painting or weaving. Or your… needle thing."
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“It’s called stitchery, more specifically what you’re talking about is knitting,” Johan muttered, and begrudgingly decided that it might be the closest thing to whittling. Painting was too messy and awkward, and weaving had no appeal to him. At some point in his bedrest, however, he vowed to get his hands on a knife and wood block. “I suppose I will attempt that, if you insist on forbidding me from my actual hobby.”
"Knitting." He hummed softly, mulling it over. Strange word, but it worked. And Johan was consenting to it, which meant it couldn't be entirely boring. "Well then you can do your knitting and stop looking at me like I am some sort of menace just because I will not give you a knife. Trust is earned, prince, and you in particular have not done much earning at all."
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“You don’t trust me with a knife for fear that I might stab you. So if you aren’t around while I’m whittling, you have no reason to trust me or fear me,” Johan reasoned, but he highly doubted Fiori would accept his argument. He would just have to settle with knitting for a while. “And why must you insist on calling me ‘prince?’” He added, clenching his jaw. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you say that in spite to just pour salt on my wounds.”
(I've been thinking about it for a while, but I need a break. Everything that's been going on lately is really dragging me down, so I'm going to take some time to reconnect with friends and the family I don't get to see every day. I'm sorry for springing this on you, but I'm honestly really drained and I need to take a little time away. I'll be back in two weeks, so don't worry about me abandoning this rp, and I hope you stay happy in the meantime!)
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(Alright! I completely understand needing to take a break, especially with everything going on. Take all the time you need! :) )
(Sorry I took so long to make it back, some drama happened with my parents. I've managed to get things running smoothly again and I'd really like to keep going with this RP, but I totally get it if you've moved on or want to discontinue this.)
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(No worries, welcome back!! I’m glad everything worked out ok :) I‘d love to keep going with this RP!)
(Thanks so much! I'm glad we can keep this going, it's one of my favorite rps.)
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(You’re welcome! It’s one of mine too ^^)
"If I am not around while you whittle, you will have ample time to plot by yourself. And you will be able to manipulate this room however you like. Knitting needles may not be sharp, but I do not doubt your ability to fashion a stake of some sort that will do the job quite nicely." He turned to the fire, intending to stoke the flames higher, but then Johan asked his second question and he got stuck considering. "You have always been 'prince' to me, Johannan. I suppose I forget that you are not one anymore."
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“I like to hear you still have faith in my competence.” Johan pulled the corner of his lip into a sneer, always the opposite side of his scar. He rolled his head to the side to watch Fiori tend to the fire. He was right: Johan would continue to plot, especially when he was given the chance to be alone. And when he wasn’t alone the most interesting activity was to pester his ‘master’—however irritating—with questions. “If you call me ‘prince’ even if I am not one, then what do you call the crown prince?”
(I feel like now is a good time to tell y'all that I've been stalking since like page 25)
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(me since the beginning)
Fiori huffed out a quiet laugh. "And here I was, thinking you did not like a single part of me." The fire had died some during Eirlys' visit and he struggled to coax it back into the roaring thing it had been before. He hadn't dealt with fire much back home and having Johan off to the side needling him didn't help his concentration. "I call him prince too, sometimes. Because we are here." He shrugged. "Or his name. He is my friend, Johannan. He is not… distant to me."
(Oh! Glad we could make an interesting story for y'all)
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(are you kidding? This is so freaking amazing!!)
(that's really nice of you to say, thanks!!)
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(Aw Yes thank you!!)
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Johan wrinkled his nose. “I don’t. Why would I have a reason to like any part of you?” He gathered a handful of his shirt into his fists, fluctuating anger. “You weren’t supposed to befriend him. You were supposed to beat him, and break him.” His fervor was starkly interrupted by a cry of protest from his ribs. “You both ruined my life,” he added for good measure, and tossed a glare towards the fireplace.
Fi hummed softly, only wandering over to the side of the bed so he could push Johannan's arms back down to his sides and keep him from hurting himself. There was a frown on his lips, the kind that darkened his whole face. He wasn't angry, exactly, but it upset him. Hearing what Johan thought of him hurt in a way it just hadn't with Leviticus. "Calm down," he murmured. He couldn't think of a response so he just repeated himself, gently pinning Johan until he laid still. "Calm down, you will hurt yourself."
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Johan refused to make eye contact with Fiori. Instead he stared off to the side while he gradually acquiesced into stillness. It hurt too much to keep fighting physically. He had already let himself confide in this Usigen more than he wanted, but it was hard not to when Fiori was among the few offering kindness to him. Still, it didn’t negate the fact he was the enemy. “I swear to Ialdir when I get my strength back I won’t let you hold me down like this.”
Fi held him for a few more seconds, just to be sure, and then he was hoovering again, watching Johan through worried green eyes. He was suddenly very afraid of what might happen, not to him but to Johan. He'd tear himself to pieces if Fiori ever took his eyes off him. In that way, he was like Cadmus had been. Self-destructive. Wild. But Cadmus got better and now…
He tore his eyes away from Johan, swallowing weakly. "Of course. You will be strong soon, Johannan, and I will not have to touch you ever again if you do not wish it."
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Johan knitted his eyebrows together at Fiori’s words, and the edge of his lips he had control over drooped as much as the side affected by his scar. The Fiori before him now contradicted everything he knew of the Usigen prince he met on the battlefield. Among the differences, most irritating of all was how Johan regretted insults he threw at Fiori. Only slight remorse, but he couldn’t shake the little feeling nestled in his gut. “I…I will never understand you.”
Fi hummed, dipping his head in a tired nod. "No, but you do not try very hard at it, do you?" He tried to make the words joking but they fell flat. He'd known this would be thankless work and he was okay with that, really he was. Getting to help Leviticus was all the motivation he needed. But… something about it needled at him. Johan left him feeling off, feeling the way he had out in the hallway with tears swimming in his eyes. "Who here would."
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“I would say Prince Leviticus, but he is the one who cut my hair.” Johan rolled his head on the pillow to stare straight ahead. Any emotion other than a loose frown gradually dissipated from his face. Pestering Fiori wasn’t fun anymore; he was so dispassionate now. “Or perhaps he might. I just don’t understand why you would think about what I desire. As in why wait to put me in a collar after fighting with me about it? You won.”
"Leviticus is kind to me, but… he does not have the time to try. He is so busy these days with more important things than I and I am busy with you." He shrugged, eyes wandering across the room. His room. All the things he'd never touched that somehow belonged to him. "And as for why I think about you… I suppose it is because I respect you. Because you are fierce and proud and… you have done bad, I know this, but you do not deserve to be collared like a dog. You are special—were special. It would not be honorable to disrespect that."
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“I suppose that makes a little bit of sense.” Johan shut his eyes for a moment. He was special, but not anymore— at least not in the eyes of his own kingdom. Fiori’s compliments stung more than any insult. How could an enemy believe he deserved respect when his own family didn’t? But with his injuries, there was nothing he could do about it now. “In that case, my jaw is getting stiff. The salve for it is in the small bathroom connected to my quarters,” he murmured.
