Any port in a storm...

[hostclubshadowking]

Who: The crew of the Antoinette
Where: Three Moons Tavern and Inn, Island Empieza
When: January 12th-19th
What: Time to get reacquainted, make new introductions, and weather the storm until they can return to their ship. And collect black coral from the beach.
Warnings: Possible language?
Style: Any
Status: Closed

(Please feel free to make new headings [for your character, for a day, for your character on a day, WHATEVER] and/or threadjack and/or use this as a mingle log. Backdating, forward dating, etc., all more than welcome.

ETA: With regards to Dog's suggestion of the coral, the evening of the 12th will be used to arrange the next week's rotation for keeping Tamaki company and checking the beaches for coral.)

Comments

[totheright]

It's... nice to think about. It sort of... makes up for all the magical shenanigans going on here. ((He thinks about it, then amends his statement.)) Sort of. A very little.

[hostclubshadowking]

Back to Ouran.

[He gives a slight grin, unable to help it.]

Back to having more money than we could ever spend.

[totheright]

Mm. ((His gaze turns a little distant, and he looks off down the sandy path as he speaks slowly.))

Setting the carriage on its tracks again.

[hostclubshadowking]

[Kyouya made a small murmur, shaking his head for a moment. Then, he looked over at Kaoru.]

For the time being.

We both know it has to stop eventually.

[totheright]

((He hums in agreement, turning back to look at Kyouya.))

Of course. Spells don't last forever.

Though apparently we've hit a pause button of sorts, with this place.

[hostclubshadowking]

Maybe.

[There've been too many conversations. Too much edging around things. Perhaps for Kaoru, it's a pause. For Kyouya... he's afraid it's only speeding things along.]

We'll manage. When the time comes.

[totheright]

Not 'we'. ((He points out, a little self-deprecatingly.)) You and I.

That's the point, right? That 'we' won't really last?

[hostclubshadowking]

We'll all have to find our own way.

[He pauses for a moment, turning over a piece of coral in his hand.]

It'll be as much of a shock to them. When they see it, too. Eventually they will. You and I know it's coming, at least.

[totheright]

If it comes.

... for all of them, I mean. Some of them... it might not... the spell might not break for them. ((He's thinking of Hikaru and Haruhi, though it may or may not be clear to Kyouya.))

[hostclubshadowking]

It will.

[He stands and walks over to the bucket, dropping the piece of coral in the bucket.]

It's part of growing up. Sooner or later, they'll realize.

[He shakes his head a bit.]

Unfortunately.

[totheright]

Still. ((Kaoru's frowning vaguely now, shaking his head.)) I think - the spell can be kept alive. It depends on the circumstances. ((To some degree, he wants that carriage to keep driving down that road, if only with Hikaru and Haruhi inside. And if he's the one who has to cast the spell in order to have it happen, then, well, it'll be done.))

[hostclubshadowking]

[Kyouya keeps his eyes on Kaoru now, frowning faintly. Not because it's untrue, no. But because it's all too true.]

Maybe that's "happily ever after."

[Hikaru. Tamaki. Haruhi.

Whoever the spell is for, whoever it binds. As long as that holds true, as long as it is happiness... and safety.

There's one fact. One thing he cannot escape.]

We can only do so much. The rest is up to them.

[totheright]

Only a couple of us have the luck to get such an ending, I think. ((Kaoru shrugs, returning to the sand to search for more coral.)) And in the meantime, we can cheer them on.

[hostclubshadowking]

Hopefully only one of us has bad luck.

[On this issue, at least, he and Kaoru are the ones to best understand themselves and each other. They share some striking similarities, one thing Kyouya has been watching as they've known each other.

One of many things that sets the twins apart. Haruhi phrased it poorly, but her basic point was right. The two were different, past the surface. If Tamaki ever really tried, he'd see it, too. ...Or maybe he just saw people in too good a light.

He'd called him 'warm,' after all.]

Or maybe we'll all end up outside the fairy tale.