newlydead r2 - day 2 - corrin

[jinglebros]

[ Santa leads Corrin into his dressing room. There's a couple posters of pop idols on the wall, mostly girl groups; some pictures Akane made when she was little around the mirror and a large stuffed bear in the corner. When we say large we mean super large. Like, an actual child could sit in its lap sized. The whole thing has bright shades of blue in many places. It's crowded just like all the other ones. ]

Excuse the mess, I was kind of shitty tired when I came in this morning.

[ It's super organized and clean, though? WTF Santa ]

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[jinglebros]

My parents died when I was eight. They were - well, it doesn't matter. [ The horrifying story of his parents could wait for another day. Or maybe even never. ] But I had to quit school and take care of my sister and we always had to move around so nobody would catch us living off the grid. We didn't want to be separated, you know? [ He's wondered a million times if he was selfish for not letting her be fostered, and he probably was - but who knew what worse things she would have endured in the system? ] I had to learn how to lie to keep her, you know? So I kinda feel like, I've got to lie for this or that a lot. I can't just ask.

[ It's the atmosphere that has him sharing, he thinks. It's an atmosphere that clings to Corrin like a scent and Santa has no idea how the man does it. He doesn't think it's anything intentional, it's just how Corrin Is and that's something precious and good. ]

My name's not even really Santa. That's just shit for a thing we did.

[chosemyfate]

[ Corrin could only listen intently with a somber look across his expression. Oh, Santa....

He steps in to close their distance and reaches a hand to touch the side of Santa's face in hopes to be comforting. ]

Gods, Santa... I... I can't imagine how important your sister is to you. I had no idea what kinds of sacrifices you made to keep someone in your life. You made so many...

I hope to help make you believe me when I say that you don't have to feel that guarded with me, soon. [ He gets it. To a degree. His army is full of different kinds of individuals who would not be above doing that. ]

[jinglebros]

[ Santa turns his face into Corrin's hand, closing his eyes. He's shaking a little at this point, though he's completely unaware of that fact. His hand reaches out and clings to Corrin's shirt. ]

You don't have to call me Santa, you know. To others, yeah. But between us... call me Aoi, okay?

[chosemyfate]

[ Goodness, he was shaking. Now the prince looked worried for him and wondered if this was a good idea to make him share such painful things.

Corrin's red eyes widen for a second. You really do seem willing to let your guard down for him... That must be a important thing to be doing that with him.

Corrin was taken aback before he pulls his hand back from stroking that face in attempt to comfort... to now full on pulling the other man in for a embrace. Santa really needs it, from the shaking he felt. ]

... Aoi. [ The prince lets that roll off his tongue. A smile tugs at his lips.]

Aoi. [He says with more affirmation as he tights his embrace and offers his shoulder for you to rest your head on.]

If you will let me, I will do more than what you asked of me as a favor.

[jinglebros]

[ It's how Corrin handles people that has Santa... Aoi opening himself up like this. He's not used to a person baring himself like this or opening himself up for others so much. Even Junpei was guarded to an extent. It makes him want to do the same thing in return. It makes him wnat to make sure a smile stays on Corrin's face. Is that the power that keeps the man surrounded by an army?

Aoi does rest his head on Corrin's shoulder, it seems like a natural progression. His arms encircle the other, fingers clinging tightly to the fabric of the shirt on his back. ]

Okay... what is it?

[chosemyfate]

[ It's like his eldest brother scolded, that trusting could be his downfall if unlucky, but it can also be a gift. A gift that might just help Corrin bring peace between two kingdoms. At least that is what he wishes to do...

Corrin hums a content hum. This feels good... His eyes close for a bit and nuzzles the top of Aoi's head, feeling white hair tickle his face. He hopes it was the same for him. He rubs his back in gentle circular motions. ]

Just know that... if I ever get a chance to help you, know that you won't have to feel pressured about doing anything for me in return.