10-06-2014, 11:14 PM
Akio had felt the arms wrapping around him, part of the realization of what he had been doing. It made the blush all the more apparent and embarassing. When he spoke though, a warmth pooled in Akio's chest. He was happy he was not harmed? He glanced at him, seeing the surprise on his face, which made him blink lightly. He brushed off the apology like it was nothing, which made a warm smile form on Akio's lips a bit. He was modest in some ways indeed. When he spoke about Thomas however, his gaze and presence darkened. He said he did indeed belong to that man from before, that he was a broken toy.
Akio looked at Thomas a bit, his gaze softening a bit. "That is horrible..." he whispered, more to himself than to the other. No one deserved such a fate, even though the other had attacked him, he felt bad for him and no ill will. Dorian continued on to say the master had not mentioned this other before an opportune moment. That had only added to the effects of this possily being planned. He glanced over at the stairs as the others made themselves known. He fell silent, looking at them. A light frown tugging at his lips, he looked at them. His eyes going to the woman, she had to be the other one that had come here.
He wondered who she was. They began to exchange words, he remained silent to allow them to talk. Byakuya said that he did indeed dare, the two seeming to get more intense untill the female stepped in. Thankfully they left, but their words on his mind a bit. They had indeed seemed to have spoken about this court. He glanced at Dorian, silent and curious for a moment. Dorian then began to speak once more about Thomas. He did not know why the other was here, if it was planned or not. He thought that the other was wanting to harm him, and that the other was brutal. He glanced at the stairs once more, taking a slight breath. Silence spread for a moment, before looking over to look at Dorian.
"Perhaps it is a means to mess with the both of us?" he pondered a bit, his voice slightly quieter. He looked away slightly, "you did seem to be in a hurry to come...and to save me..." He stepped closer to him, reaching a hand towards his, before hesitating. He let his hand lower a bit as a slightly sadder look crossed his face. "It is because of me...I am sorry for placing you in this situation...both emotionally and with your people" he looked up at him, lifting his hand up to gently stroke his cheek. He knew that he would probably brush it off again, looing over at the room once more. It was a mess now, damaged within the scuffle. He sighed a bit, moving to pass him. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling horrible now.
His eyes lowered a bit, to the small white cloth on his finger. He slowly closed his fingers, before pulling his hand closer to his chest. He felt bad, a pain within his chest. He did not know why, but then again, he had not known why he had been feeling much of what he felt around the other. He was sure that the other felt the same way on some aspect. Confused, unsure, worried a bit. He sighed, moving to move away from Dorian.
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