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Post by reticence on Jan 23, 2011 7:07:26 GMT -5
If he had been actively thinking about it, Roderich wouldn't have known if he were more relieved that this one as well was empty (especially as they hadn't knocked!) as he would have been if all the rooms were full and he /had/ to remain with Vash. No - he had made a decision to become stronger on his own. He would stick to it, and-- and Vash would be proud of him!
Thankfully, his friend helped with the heavy wooden doors (that's right, soon he'd be able to open them all by himself with no trouble at all!) and together they pushed them open. The room was much like (Vash's) the one next door, but mirrored, and the curtains before the window were already drawn open. Roderich thought briefly that he liked the too-large bed against that wall; he knew Vash would be sleeping on the other side. It was comforting in a secret way. His smile warmed and he squeezed that hand again and the other boy's proclamation, nodding with an affirmative noise to follow.
Coming here, he had no idea what to expect. The King had promised him shelter, good food, a bed to sleep on. Roderich was hesitant to leave his friend - no, he didn't want to leave Vash. For any reason. But when he found out that Vash was given the same invitation, there was no reason to say no. There wasn't even anything to pack for their journey - the King had promised new clothes, things to learn... it truly seemed like a dream that was better than anything he'd ever imagined even asleep. Roderich looked up to the man - not only because of his incredible height, but his kindness toward the boys, the way he smiled and offered his huge hands. He wanted to be as intelligent and wise as the King one day. No - he'd be happy with even a fraction of it.
Roderich yawned as he stared into the fading sunlight over the mountains.
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Post by alphyn on Jan 24, 2011 0:08:20 GMT -5
When the doors were pried back, Vash in took another deep breath gazing over the room. Of course his first sight of interest was the window, catching the sun once more peaking out from behind the mountains, now setting the room in a deep auburn. He nearly laughed at the room’s identicalness, but at the same time Vash supposed the rest of the rooms in the household were probably similar, save for master bedrooms and the like. Vash snickered lightly at his friend’s happiness, his grin always making him smile. Despite all their hardships in their young lives, Roderich always managed to be so cheerful. And at the same time, while Vash couldn’t as easily do that when he was forced to look at reality so quickly, Roderich’s smile seemed to be contagious along with general happy demeanour. That was always a welcome sunlight in the Helvetians cold histoury.
At the yawn, Vash turned to his neighbour, releasing his hand to rest it at his own side, “We should probably get to bed now. Early start tomorrow right?” he piped up trying to coax the other into remembering about training, “I’ll see you first thing tomorrow morning then, Gute Nacht!” he gave a small wave before turning and heading out of the room off to his own.
Once the door was closed behind him, the young nation wandered over to his dresser. Having heard they’d been provided with clothes, Vash was curious to see exactly what all they’d been given. Pulling back the first draw was a nicely sewn green, wool tunic, leather belt with Celtic carvings etched into it, a wool barrét that matched his tunic, some white pants, and a white shirt for beneath. Vash had never seen anything so nice for someone of his size. Rome and Germania always had nice things, but Vash was never allowed to have any. ‘Look but don’t touch’ was the policy there. But these things were actually his. That was the amazing part, and lifting up the outfit there looked to be quite a few other tunics and shirts, though Vash found himself more partial to the green. There was even some delicate Celtic embroidery on the collar line and hems. It was incredible.
Closing that draw, Vash moved down to the next to find more pants. The drawer after that revealed what he was vaguely in search for, night clothes. A small white gown, made out of a soft material Vash couldn’t really put his finger on. It felt like a cotton… maybe, but if so it was very high quality, like nothing he’d ever handled before, almost surreal. Pulling it out carefully, Vash placed it on his bed and began undressing. He undid his cloak and neatly hung it up, dusting off spare furs, weeds, and whatnot. He then set to remove his ratty old wool shirt and pants. He then gently pulled on the white gown and immediately felt a sense of warmth and security. The fabric flowed so delicately over his skin, yet held a radiating warmth and softness like a baby blanket nearly. Vash could hear small lullabies of his parental nation humming through his ears… he nearly cried for a moment, but shook his head thinking better of it, and stubbornly crawled into bed with a frown on his face. Snuggling into the bed Vash let out a small shudder and hum. It was so soft and inviting. Silks of the highest quality and cottons probably brought from the east. It was indescribably better then sleeping on rocks, fur, and hay. One couldn’t imagine it unless they had lived it. Raveling up in a tiny little ball, wrapped in other worldly fabrics, Vash slowly began toddling off to sleep with dreams of his new life flooding into his mind.
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Post by reticence on Jan 28, 2011 5:13:56 GMT -5
"N--" The protest at the boy leaving was almost out of his mouth before he clamped small teeth shut upon themselves and the word. "Right. It's been a really long day, hasn't it Vash? We left when it was still dark and now... it's almost dark again!" He spoke even as the other left his hand and room empty. "Sleep well, Vash!" Roderich even waved slightly before he was alone. Too alone. He stared toward the door, body tense in every wish to follow, to knock on the door he could hear clearly shut and plead for them to stay together.
But no. He would be strong. This was the first step into growing into a man that Vash would admire. From today, from this moment, he would practice hard, sleep alone, and give all of himself to his studies. He would do everything and anything he could to grow as strong as his friend and maybe even stronger. Maybe--!
He knew the moments passed in measures too long of silence and he padded away from the door, quietly stepping toward the window, pulling those curtains as wide as they could go. The furniture didn't really interest him until halfway to the bed he realized he couldn't sleep in these clean but worn clothes. He retraced his steps, yawning but not bothering to cover it, and opened drawers filled with clothes that surely could not all be meant for him until he came to something that looked enough like something to sleep in. He left his own old clothing on the floor in front of the dresser and got himself into the chamise-thing. Perhaps it was the softness of it that made him yawn again and rub at his eyes blearily. With the drawers standing open and old clothes discarded upon the ground, the boy trod back to the bed, eyeing it before climbing up into more bedding than he could ever imagine. He was confused that he would remain here alone - surely this was too much for one person! Much too much. He glanced toward the doors he'd left open, hoping someone would come ask him what he was doing, tell him he'd made a mistake and he was supposd to stay with Vash anyway.
When measures and the simple melodies in his head passed, the boy who had only recently been called Ostmark by a great King allowed his eyes to close as he curled into the smallest ball possible and after a time, fell to sleep.
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