Yoon made the decision then that if it kept the other guys off his back, by pretending to have a thing either the younger man, then so be it. He didn't like his friend getting teased, even less so when it was by the guys there in the dorms. And Yoon couldn't always be around to death glare someone into backing off, but he sure as the hells could put the fear of the gods into someone that Yoon himself would show up at a bunk in the middle of the night, with a sharp dagger and a vendetta in mind.
No one else knew he didn't like to kill, and would try and resolve a fight without a fatality. No one else needed to know either. The first time he pulled up on someone in the middle of the night with a dagger to the throat and a hushed threat of violence for touching or teasing Hau...
It would go one of two ways. Hau would get relief from the teasing, or would make him an even larger target. He might would have to actually go through with a murder to make a point. Fuck. As he watched the younger man, his own fingers still moving through his oily hair, getting the tangles and knots loose, he weighed if he would be willing to kill for his friend.
He didn't know why he liked it so much, the deeper meanings of songs, of the poetry, sometimes you had to dig for the real meaning, puzzle it over and then spoken word could burst alive, just like paints on canvas, with a talented enough artist, of course. Tossing his clean clothes down on a bench, he finally got the latest braid free and untangled, hands instantly scrubbing along his scalp with a heavy, satisfied sigh. It felt good to not have any tension on his scalp after having his hair up for a whole week.
Then he frowned. Damnit, Haulean had got him talking, but he supposed it didn't really matter, they were the only one's up at the moment, no one to keep a front up around. He shrugged out of his clothes, glad he had taken the few pieces of leather armor off in his bunk and already stored them to be oiled and maintenance in the morning. Scrubbing a hand down his face he yawned.
And with that he stepped into one of the baths and vanished under the water, raising up after a few beats to where only his nose was above water, eyes barely open, as he let the heat soak into his tired and sore muscles. He lived there now, mad at himself, that he had forgotten how good being submerged in warm water could feel.
@Haulean Oruven
No one else knew he didn't like to kill, and would try and resolve a fight without a fatality. No one else needed to know either. The first time he pulled up on someone in the middle of the night with a dagger to the throat and a hushed threat of violence for touching or teasing Hau...
It would go one of two ways. Hau would get relief from the teasing, or would make him an even larger target. He might would have to actually go through with a murder to make a point. Fuck. As he watched the younger man, his own fingers still moving through his oily hair, getting the tangles and knots loose, he weighed if he would be willing to kill for his friend.
I'll explain lyrics for you if you don't get them, sometimes it's wrapped layers deep, or in the alliteration of the words, the flow of the syllables, you don't get it until you hear it set to a proper timing, and cadence.
He didn't know why he liked it so much, the deeper meanings of songs, of the poetry, sometimes you had to dig for the real meaning, puzzle it over and then spoken word could burst alive, just like paints on canvas, with a talented enough artist, of course. Tossing his clean clothes down on a bench, he finally got the latest braid free and untangled, hands instantly scrubbing along his scalp with a heavy, satisfied sigh. It felt good to not have any tension on his scalp after having his hair up for a whole week.
Then he frowned. Damnit, Haulean had got him talking, but he supposed it didn't really matter, they were the only one's up at the moment, no one to keep a front up around. He shrugged out of his clothes, glad he had taken the few pieces of leather armor off in his bunk and already stored them to be oiled and maintenance in the morning. Scrubbing a hand down his face he yawned.
Alright sir, here is me, doing more than just rinsing off.
And with that he stepped into one of the baths and vanished under the water, raising up after a few beats to where only his nose was above water, eyes barely open, as he let the heat soak into his tired and sore muscles. He lived there now, mad at himself, that he had forgotten how good being submerged in warm water could feel.
@Haulean Oruven
05-26-2024, 11:20 AM
