knightsoflegend | slovechnia ♔ hey little sister what have you done

WHO || Failboat, Dimitris Sarandis, Amanda Moulet, invited wedding guests, and more [closed]
WHAT || The Knights head to Slovechnia to interrupt Dimitris' wedding to Dumage's sister
WHERE || Flight from London to Slovechnia; Slovechnia
WHEN || Sometime in February
HOW || Actionspam or prose

The morning after, the Knights board a plane at their private airfield, and begin the couple hour flight to the country of Slovechnia. Wynn has laid out a plan for them as such, leaving Sir Gar in charge of seeing it executed: they are to send in a few Knights to infiltrate the wedding, while others steal an ambulance from a local hospital. Using magic to make Sarandis think he's having a heart attack during the ceremony, they will intercept the outgoing call to the paramedics, and pose as them to take him out of there and straight to a private airfield to meet with Wynn. They're all aware, however, of just how smoothly their plans tend to go where these villains are involved - especially if the Mind Master shows up.

Either way, it promises to be an interesting day...

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Yeah I'm, just going to choose to take that as a compliment. [Well done Des. You're probably the only person who can get away with saying that to her, thanks to this conversation and you even earn a ghost of a smile for it as well. You at least she figures, aren't part of the group that might think her a Monster.]

It's definitely a compliment. [he leans down to pick up his bag, so he work his way back to another seat.] Well, I'm sure you've got plenty of reflecting to do, so...

[She bobs her head, the smile still lingering even if it takes some effort to do so given the events of the day.]

My plan is to check in with Dean and then count down the minutes until we land. [That at least seeming to make the smile sit easier.] I'll catch you at the debrief though.

[She looks like she's going to leave it there bit her eyes reflect a desire to say more before the words even pass her lips.]

Hey Des? [It takes her a moment, almost like she's considering any number of things but with a twitch of her lips and small shrug of one shoulder, all she comes out with is;] Thanks.

[Des shoulders the bag as she's laying out her plans, and he's out in the aisle when she calls his name, causing him to turn and look at her, canting his head like a confused dog.]

You're welcome. [a beat] For what?

[Her mouth opens and wrinkles crease her brow. Rose never good at finding words when she actually wants to show gratitude.]

Ya know... Listening. Getting it I guess. [Because she didn't have a whole lot of people she felt at ease with, Rose usually one to clam up and refuse to talk about how she was really feeling but with Des it just felt comfortable and it had been a long time since she'd had that. Or rather, since she'd allowed herself to.]

That's all.

[for a long moment, he stands there, just looking at her- maybe even looking past her, something in her words striking a chord in him and from his expression it's hard to tell if it's a despondent one or the kind that's so transcendentally beautiful it moves you to sadness.

He sticks his tongue in his cheek, shoulders rising on an inhale, as if the exhale that follows will contain something heavy and weighted, but all that emerges is his own breath as he tears his eyes away.] I could say the same for you, Rose. I hope you keep getting it. On a good day, I'm not the easiest guy to understand.

[he adjusts the strap on his bag.] But I appreciate you keep trying.

[The confusion that knits her brows together probably says a lot. While Rose might appreciate that Des can be on the gruff to blunt side of any conversation. It's always been something she's appreciated.

She likes the fact that when she talks to him about something? He finds a way to relate it back to something he's experienced because at least she knows that someone out there actually understands what she's feeling. He doesn't treat her like a kid or like she's fragile. He doesn't try to label her or put her into a box. He can take things the wrong way and get defensive to the point of asinine but he's always been willing to listen. To back off. To admit fault and apologize when it's warranted.

For Rose the confusion doesn't so much stem from his need to return the gratitude but rather the fact that he thinks he's really not that easy to understand.]

I don't have to try Des. [A chuckle on the verge of spilling past her lips.] You're my friend.

[he keeps looking down.] And you're mine. Just...

[he sticks his tongue against the back of his teeth and hisses, uncertain.] Just remember that. Please remember that. [he shifts his balance and places a hand on the seat leaning down so that his head is down close to hers and no one can overhear them. unless spike overhears with his fucking vampire hearing, but he's still whispering.] I have a lot of things I don't talk about and I've got reasons I don't talk about them. I think you understand that. So believe me when I say, if they all come out, and you don't particularly like those things, that's understandable.

But I've never lied about my feelings. [he draws back.] That's all.

Edited 2016-03-18 19:25 (UTC)

[Her expression turns bewildered, Rose staring at Des like maybe his words will rearrange in her head to form sentences that make actual sense to her. Where was the blunt and straight-talking guy she knew and loved when she needed him?!

He's not wrong however, about her understanding that there are just some things a person can't talk about. She's been holding so many secrets in that some days she feels like she's going to burst and while she has Dean to talk to? Sometimes she wishes more than anything that there was one person she didn't feel the need to be brave for. Somebody who she could talk about her rez with. Who might not be afraid of it, or her because of the circumstances. Who wouldn't judge Dean. Who could understand why she spends those extra minutes in front of the mirror every morning, just staring at her reflection as if she's trying to assure herself that she's still the same Rose.

Sometimes she thinks that maybe, that one person could be Des but Dean's fear for her was why she's kept those secrets locked away. His fear had become her own and it was her friends that she worried about.

While Rose might not understand what Des is (or rather, isn't) saying, she can still appreciate some of it and the smile she offers in reply comes easily because there's at least one thing she is sure of.]

Des. [A hint of amusement in her eyes, despite the serious tone of the conversation and she reaches out to try and stop him from pulling away completely.] I highly doubt there's anything you could do that might be so bad that you feel the need to worry about how I might react.

[She'd just shoved a stake through somebodies chest and they were currently having this conversation while she still had his blood all over her.]

You should worry less, Descant. [Very matter of fact now as she leans back in her seat.] It causes wrinkles, don'tcha know?

[Rose trying to assuage any concerns with a little light teasing.]

[his expression is deeply pained, as if he's uncertain of that, but he closes his eyes, and when he opens again, he's smirking back at her, all cocky and self-assured.] I'll hold you to that. And it's the gray hairs I worry about.

[he reaches down to squeeze her shoulder.] Thanks, Rose.

[She catches the look but can no better understand it than she can half of what he'd just said, Rose almost relieved to see her Des looking back at her again. She should ask him about it maybe. A strong part of her even wanting to but if she's learned anything from being with Dean? It's that you can't always push people to tell you things. When they're ready, the floodgates will open and you just have to be there when they do.

She bobs her head like it's nothing he'd even need to hold her to. Rose's grin widening.] Yeah that's what hair dye is for anyway.

[The cheeky grin that dances across her lips, melts into something a little more sincere and her hand reaches up to briefly touch his as she sends him off with a casual;] Any time.

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