nysalogs | [open-ish] pain is supposed to heal with time

Who: Reign Fear (

eaudevamp) & Friends/Anyone
What: Hostage/rescue aftermath
When: 24th onwards
Where: His home, the Institute, Thesa Station, Shades Darker
Warning(s): Sad vampire, mentions of death, self-inflicted pain/BDSM, possible smut?

[ It had been a few days since the hostages were rescued, but Reign didn't feel like he'd achieved much despite managing to save them with the help of other rescuers. It was a combined effort that should have been a success, but the group Reign was in didn't quite manage so. They had guessed the wrong location, and thus lost precious time to find the correct place. But that was done now, and the extremists either escaped or were killed/apprehended, Reign didn't care.

No, he truly did care, but he found it hard to actually do so when some of his friends had ended up as hostages. That, he could deal with, but not death. It was a strange and unfamiliar situation for him to face, and thus it hit him harder than he expected.

For the next few days, Reign lived his life almost like a literally zombie, looking like an undead (though he really wasn't). He mostly shut himself up in his home, spending a bit of time with his pet giraffe, Scorch, or dabbling in his perfume research and creation in an attempt to get his mind off the pain eating into him. Sometimes he replied to messages sent to him, other times they went ignored. And yet life still must go on, so Reign returned to the Institute to work, sometimes stopping by to look into a particular office in the hopes of seeing a certain demon. But it wasn't enough.

So when travelling up to Thesa Station was finally available, Reign headed straight for the pods, standing or sitting in front of one pod containing a blond man. Anyone who noticed would either see him crying, whether silently or wailing his heart out, or mumbling and telling his friend about the events that had occurred. However, the pain didn't lessen, and so at night, Reign would go to Shades Darker for a special event, a night meant for patrons to partake in some BDSM play in one of the backrooms decorated in a dungeon setting. He allowed himself to be blindfolded, his wrists bounded to chains hanging from the ceiling, shirtless and displaying strips of red welts from an earlier session. At least this kind of pain would numb him, even if only for a while. Who's next? ]

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_{[She's upset. She's really, truly upset...and she can't exactly place a finger on it. Speaking of fingers, she lets Reign's chin go, and he's lucky she takes her hands back to keep them to herself. Now it's her turn to look away as she stares at the floor with an indignation one would think lasers might shoot from her eyes and burn the floorboards.]}

It's not fair...it isn't! You're just like the others! You just ignore me until it's convenient for you to give me attention! What's so important that you ignore me outright?! What's the point of you being my bridegroom? What's the point of anything?!

[ Reign had honestly never seen Diva like this before. She truly was upset about his lack of response to her messages, and if their roles were reversed, he would have been annoyed as well. He understood where Diva was coming from, but she didn't know what had transpired to him these past few days.

He realised how selfish he had been, pushing those who cared about him away, causing them pain as well. Being careful and a bit hesitant, Reign pulled Diva into a loose hug, one arm around her shoulder, free hand on the back of her head. ]

I'm really sorry, Diva. Things happened recently. [ A pause, as he took in a deep breath, before giving her his reason. He wouldn't ask for her understanding, but Diva should at least know why. ] Someone I care about died.

_{[She probably should be more empathetic...but empathy isn't exactly Diva's forte. She's stunted in that sense, lacks the ability to truly put herself in another person's shoes...not to mention death in of itself lost its meaning to her a long time ago. Still, the loose hug does help calm her. At the very least she isn't shouting when she replies, a hand finding its way to grip tightly onto the fabric of Reign's shirt.]}

If that's the case...you're sad. I can understand that you're sad...but what about those who you care about who aren't dead? The dead can't come back. Shouldn't you pay more attention to the living instead?

[ What Diva said made sense, and it struck a chord in Reign, like a slap to his face. Diva had been worried about him, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to come by to check on him, even if she only came here to vent her anger and frustration at being ignored by him.

His grip tightened a bit around Diva, doing his best to hold his tears back as he nodded against the top of Diva's head. ]

You're right, you're absolutely right. I was wallowing so much in my own grief that I neglected my friends.

[ He pulled back, his smile watery. ] Would you forgive me, Your Majesty? Allow me to make it up to you.

_{[Well...so long as he realizes what he's done, she doesn't see why she can't forgive him. There's a small nod against his chest as she holds onto him, enjoying the embrace for what it's worth. It's not often she gets to be held.]}

I'll forgive you, Reign.

[ Diva suddenly felt all the more smaller in Reign's arms, as if a weight had been lifted from his chest, his heart not as heavy as before. ]

Thank you, my Queen, and I'm sorry again for having ignored you. It won't happen again.

[ He took Diva's hand and led them to the table to sit, pushing the book of flowers towards her. ]

Why don't you point out the flower you like, see if I can find them in Olympia. [ Or at least purchase its scented oil. If anything, then there was Wyver, though Reign will have to figure out how to cross the border without too much scrutiny. ]

_{[She seems to be sated for now, letting him lead her to the table for the two of them to sit. The book is pushed her way and she wastes no time in opening it, turning the pages one after another. There are many flowers she's never seen before, or if she has, she isn't familiar with their names. Unsurprisingly, her gaze falls to a picture of a bundle of blue roses, one of her dainty fingers pointing to the illustration.]}

These are my favourite. I had a dress with blue roses once.

[ Reign himself was more or less calm now, less wallowing in his sadness, if only for Diva's sake. He leaned over to have a closer look at the image she pointed at, nodding with a hum. ]

I think we've something like this before, more white than blue, in the South. Well, in my old world. But I'm sure there are some here. All right, I can make a perfume out of these blue roses. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard to find.

[ Perhaps there would be some in Wyver, which had more floras than Olympia. ]

White roses are pretty too.

_{[She'll offer up as a comment, the pads of her fingers ghosting over the illustrations on the page before them both.]}

If you can't make them from blue roses, just a normal rose would do. A rose smells like a rose, after all. The color doesn't make a difference.

They are, aren't they? We rarely have any plant life since the weather is so cold and the land so barren.

[ Which was why Reign found the Nysa planet so fascinating. His lips quirked at Diva's words, and he couldn't help quoting from a book he'd read before. ]

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet", isn't it? If I can't find a blue rose, then at least the perfume colour would be blue. Would that do?

That sounds rather awful. I wouldn't want to live in such a place.

_{[Not after having lived both in Asia and Europe.]}

I think that would be acceptable.

I guess this is why I like living here, whether it be Olympia or Wyver. There's so much plant life. It's so very different from my old world.

[ Reign wondered how was Diva's world like. Was it similar in certain ways.

He smiled, reaching out to pat Diva's hand. ]

I'm glad to hear that. Now then, is there anything else you want to do?

[ Right at this moment, Scorch made his appearance known again, having been ignored earlier. He wanted to greet this new stranger. So of course the tiny giraffe trotted over, moo-ing at Diva. ]

Ah, someone wants to say "hi".

_{[There are a lot of things she wants to do, but any thought of said things is side tracked by the presence of the miniature creature. She knows what it is, but the confusion is utterly evident on her features as she stares, bewildered.]}

Why is the giraffe so small?

[ Reign rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging a shoulder. ]

I'm not certain myself. I woke up one day with an egg the size of a melon by my bed, and after about ten days or so, Scorch hatched from it.

I believe a few people who have gotten similar eggs have animals about this kind of size. A friend of mine also has a tiger cub, and he's forever a small size.

[ Probably a good thing too because otherwise, a normal-sized Daifuku would be a hassle. ]

That's weird. Giraffes aren't supposed to come from eggs.

_{[They're not birds or lizards and so it's a lot for her to process and try to wrap her head around.]}

It's cute though.

Yeah, that's what I thought too, but apparently such logic doesn't seem to work here.

[ As for Scorch, he came close enough to butt his head gently against Diva's leg, seeking attention from her. Maybe a light pat of some scratching? Yes yes? ]

He is, isn't he?

[ Reign was one proud ~~egg mum~~ dad! ]

[open-ish] pain is supposed to heal with time

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