Mathièu & Ibelin

[antonnachzehrer]

"Do you think you'll go home?" Ibelin asks. The thought leaves a funny, empty feeling in his stomach.

{That's lucky. I always hack stuff up and it's so gross.}

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[timbits_tootsie]

"Sometime," he says. "It wouldn't be right not to. It's...well, it's home. My family is there."

Mathieu wipes his hands dry of water on his pants as he stands up, done with cleaning up for the evening, and as the next words make it out of his mouth his chest feels tight; "What do you think you'll do, if we part ways?"

(Must be. It seems really gross :/ I usually just get trouble breathing and a super stuffed nose.)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin frowns. "I don't know," he says. "I've never really thought about it."

It feels strange to admit that, but it's true.

(I always have a stuffed up nose all winter.)

[timbits_tootsie]

"Perhaps-" He bites the inside of his cheek and debates whether or not he should say what's on his mind. After a few moments he can't help but do so, because the thought of no longer having Ibelin's company makes him feel very uneasey.

"...Perhaps you could travel with us, if so. If you aren't opposed to the life of circus folk."

(On winter. You are so wonderful. Not.)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin raises an eyebrow. "What would I do?" he asks. "I have no skills."

(Agreed. Although I do love snow. When people aren't driving like idiots.)