Mathièu & Ibelin

[antonnachzehrer]

"Mathieu!" Ibelin calls after him. "Mathieu!

But the other boy has already disappeared into the crowd.

{Interesting. :3}

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[timbits_tootsie]

Struggling to find his way out from the suffocating crowd, Mathieu loses track of time. He pushes through, panicked and hasty, and once he is free of them he takes to walking quickly down the streets and away from the main square. His feet carry him back to the inn and their room without thought, and there he puts his instrument in a corner and sags onto a chair, rubbing fisted hands over his face.

(I had 3rd grade today! They were so cute and energetic. XD. And I have the flat to myself the whole weekend.)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin manages to push his way through the crowds and returns not long after Mathieu, hurt and confused and angry. "What's wrong with you?" he demands as he storms into the room. "What are you so bloody afraid of?"

{Aw. :3 Raquel and I are alone for the weekend because mom and dad are at a hockey tournament with Camille. And I had my friend Eslpeth over tonight and we watched Batman Begins.}

[timbits_tootsie]

It's the loud, hurt accusation in Ibelin's tone that makes Mathieu freeze where he sits hunched forward on the chair. "...I'm sorry, Ibelin," he says, soft and hushed.

(Batman! Nanananana! I'm just having a long night or playing with my Isabella, and tomorrow Trevor and I are going to browse shops and cook and be lazy asses at my place :D)

[antonnachzehrer]

The hurt expression makes Ibelin deflate a little, but not much. "I just don't understand," he says, frustrated. "You're so good. Why wouldn't you want to the world to know that?"

{Ooh, ooh, and we went to Target, and I got a Batman pencil pail! :D That sounds awesome. I have to work, boo.}