(closed) everything you feel, and everything you think

[chokuto]

WHO: Uchiha Sasuke & others.
WHERE: Around Stygia.
WHEN: Month of October.
WHAT: Catch-call for event prompts / other scenarios.
WARNINGS: None atm, will updated if needed.


[ ooc — plotting comment for the event here, comment for the general CR meme here. flexible to do things outside of the event as well!]

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[chokuto]

[Perhaps it would have gone differently if Laurent hadn't turned those eyes on him, two blue points of ice, and asked that question. He resents the bare underbelly of his own words in the moment, how his tongue has betrayed him. Common knowledge to those who would know the Uchiha name — but that doesn't matter here. His clan is nothing in the Netherworld except a dark memory in his mind.

So Laurent's bladed retaliation meets his own, lashing cold with hurt.]

I don't know what that word means to you. Honorable. Aren't you attributing your own experience to someone else? It's different. You couldn't understand even if I tried to explain.

[Later, he'll regret it. In his atonement, it should be his desire to find equal ground with others, to be the one reaching across the gap, but it's against his nature. His Shadow — his own self — is too tightly wound around this grief.]

What do you want? If it's violence, then continue to provoke me and I'll provide it.

[wrists]

[ honorable. what does it mean to him? the word holds a bitter taste, sitting on his tongue like old blood long soured. laurent does not pretend to be honorable, but he knows intimately what it looks like — and the cost of such a gilded, foolish notion. ]

Auguste was slain because of his honor. [ this feels like a betrayal, to speak of his brother with scorn when his love should outweigh all the bitterness he feels for him. but with years to ruminate on his death, to wish if only he was a little less good, his hurt has grown an acidic, resentful edge. ] In single combat, he disarmed his opponent. And then gave him a chance to pick up his sword. Was your brother foolish with honor as well?

[ laurent sucks in a breath, his eyes glittering, merciless. auguste could have killed damen then. he hadn't. because of honor. and damen — who rode with his armies, who sat night after night with him to give him every tactical advantage, who saved his life despite his hatred — no, prince damianos had not —

worse than the swell of anger that crests over him is the hurt that threatens to shatter his entire being. hadn't he put all thoughts of his slave away? he reorients himself on sasuke's shifting eyes. ]

You refused to allow me to fetch your friend because you don't wish for him to see you like this. Which way would disappoint him? Seeing you altered with the substances you consumed, or seeing you reduced to your violent nature over a mere question?

[chokuto]

[Laurent's description is unlike any he's known in the world of shinobi. There is no honor is conflict; there is only the fealty of a mission. There is only loyalty to the country of one's origin. Would Laurent's brother have felt the same devotion to the land he was meant to one day lead? Yet against an opponent, on the decisive battlefield where every advantage should instead be extorted, he had allowed equality. He had allowed a fissure of weakness.

It brings another person to mind, vivid as Laurent goes on speaking, sharp-tongued and icy-eyed.]

I won't speak further of my brother. [His own inhale catches in his chest. Stop talking. And yet—] His death is one I will regret for the rest of my life, if we are not already beyond living.

You are the one who seems determined to turn this onto me. My nature. You don't know who I am. What of your own mind? Are your thoughts speaking of things you don't wish to hear? Are they about him? [Auguste.]