Riches and Bruises, IC: Mail ISO: Valshe

[Eiruna]

Season: Winter l Time: Morning l Tag: ChandyLand l Notes: Pretty snow everywhere BD

The hike had never been so exhausting. Anyone who lived on Saffron Island knew that Cumin District knew that the neighborhood was far from town and was quite the walk, one that required exercise and being full of energy, otherwise dreading the journey. The air was very crisp and cold, easily seeing one's breath whenever breathing through their mouth. A very light coat of snow covered the trees from all around and a thin, powdery layer of white covered the roads. Currently, snow was gently and slowly falling from the sky and it truly looked like a peaceful, winter wonderland. Other than the birds chirping, there wasn't a single sound from all around other than boots crunching through the snow.

Down the road and further up was the biggest cabin of Cumin District, a rental that was currently being inhabited by Mail Ryder, the newcomer to the island that had been spotted very rarely by any one else. The young man sometimes popped into town, being seen always with his head lowered and a note pad in hand while writing with his pen. Other than that, Mail only really stayed in the distract area where he didn't really run into anyone. If he did, they would only wave and continue walking. For the first two weeks of living at Saffron Mail didn't do much other than stay home, walk around the neighborhood, and drop into town very shortly. He wasn't a huge social butterfly and was admittedly afraid of other people-- especially after a recent incident that occurred earlier that week.

Being punched in the face wasn't something Mail never dealt with before. He was bullied in school and beat frequently but ever since graduating, he hadn't dealt with that type of aggression for years. When finally it happened at the beach, Mail was shaken out of his skin in fright and even ran straight home with tears in his eye and a swollen face, using an ice pack against it to reduce the irritation. It was humiliating, horrifying, and he swore that he'd never step foot on that beach again. Mail didn't even want to head back to Saffron Town and stayed away from the crowded areas. For a few days now he'd been filing through paperwork at home, working from his office, and wrote a letter to his father to let him know he'd arrived at the island and send him what he knew of it so far. It was a bit late since Mail waited two weeks before finally letting his father know why he hadn't called him or had his phone on but he didn't have a close relationship with his family so he wasn't entirely eager to contact them-- plus, his father usually gave Mail about three weeks until he had to report to him with any new information.

Wearing a heavy black coat with a fur-trimmed hood, Mail had dressed himself with warmer clothing before going outside. A large, purple bruise covered the entire left cheek of his face and he didn't have anything to cover it with, forced to pretty much deal with having the ugly wilt until it disappeared. Mail had his hood on to cover his head better, however, so that no one would give him questioning stares. What he didn't need was for a bunch of kids to start calling him ugly for looking like someone beat him up. He took an early morning walk, enjoying the frosty scenery, before deciding to head home. Though it was still at least ten minutes away when travelling on foot, the cabin could be seen in the distance. For some reason, Mail still felt unsatisfied with his outing and was tempted to just go around the neighborhood again to get a good look at more of the trees, mountains, and the ocean in the distance. Mail hated everything about this place so far-- no internet or cellphone connection, lack of restaurants, random people wanting to attack him-- except for the Cumin District and a young man who helped Mail the first day he arrived.

Mail had his gloved hands holding his hood over his head once a breeze gently picked up, trying to knock it back against his shoulders, and he kept his head lowered while his boots crunched through the snow.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Winter // » Time « Morning // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « Lame. Post.

better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies
and the way you're heading, no one's getting out alive.

Clink

The sound of his fingernails touching the metal bar of his bike sounded the slightest as he rested his cheek on his hand, looking at Aries's door, wondering if she would come through in a bursting fury soon. He was only waiting for that furious ball of craziness because his bike needed to be fixed a little, the snow made him a little more impatient than he would be in summer, since that meant he wouldn't be to cold, he'd rather be cold than hot however, but the fact he could get sick easily being in the cold made him just... more impatient. He hadn't seen Aries, or Mail, since the whole dinner thing at the inn, and he woke up in the chair, his room door wide open and clothes all over the floor as if she had been looking for something in his room, he was lucky that his journal was still underneath the two mattresses, since he had personally checked. The sound of people walking inside was heard, talking was also heard. A low male voice was easily heard, but he had known it was her father since he had pretty much harassed her about having a boyfriend, only to be slapped and informed it was her father. Though he didn't understand the harsh reaction, it was probably a bad idea to jump to conclusions like she usually did.

Sighing a bit impatiently, he tugged at his rather light black jacket that had been zipped up over his white collared shirt. A simple pair of blue jeans and his regular black sneakers, despite the weather he didn't dress heavy. With his brown bag slung over his shoulder, he sighed yet again, impatiently, and put his foot back onto the pedal and pushed himself off to get a speed advantage with his other foot, beginning to go to the next house, having already thrown her newspaper. Reaching the next, he quickly threw another one and began to speed up a little more, not wanting to be in trouble for having a slow delivery like usual, he was used to getting thrown into the office and talked to, lectured about his speed at delivery, but they never really decided to throw him off the course since it wasn't easy to find many people willing to take the 'embarrassment' to be a newspaper boy. Valshe really didn't care, that was the main reason he actually wore a cap on his head, so he could easily hide his identity from most people. That's why he was wearing his black one now, but since it was Winter, he didn't think many people would be outside, instead, he wore the cap backwards to keep his sight in contact.

His hand quickly gripped another one as he began to approach a corner, the bike being a bit stubborn as it began to swerve, as if about to give out. He huffed a little bit as his heart beat, he didn't slow down and only continued to ride away on his bike, his hand beginning to lose the grip of the newspaper inside the bag, his hand finally grabbed another as he turned the corner, the newspaper leaving his hand without him really looking, seeing he had pretty much delivered these things for quite awhile, he knew when to throw and when not to, pretty much, he could literally ride through Cumin District on his bike and blind forbiddingly thrown newspapers. But he had no clue who was about to be seen either. His eyes quickly looked up to see someone standing there with the newspaper flying right at their face. The newspaper suddenly hit them and hit the ground in front of the person, his heart beat as he found himself halted, his whole body trembling as he quickly stuffed his face into his hat before the person actually saw him.

[Eiruna]

Season: Winter l Time: Morning l Tag: Valshe l Notes: Valshe, Mail likes you but... you're dead. XD

After he had grasped his hood to keep it from blowing back against his shoulders and exposing his head to the cold winter breeze, Mail had slowed down as he closed his eyes to protect them from the wind that had continued blowing for a few more seconds. Lowering his head, he waited until the breeze had slowed before he started to walk once again. In all honesty, it was pretty lonely, but Mail was used to being alone like this. His parents raised him not to depend on anyone and though at times he yearned for even just a single living soul to spend time with, Mail never allowed himself to be so desperate about having company. Who needed friends anyway? They only came into your life before waltzing right out-- he didn't need that crappy kind of thing going on in his life. He let it happen once and it was the biggest mistake he ever made... thinking about that incident long ago made his chest hurt a little and he shook his head. Why the hell was he even thinking about that stuff right now? Mail felt perfectly fine, walking by himself in the snow! That assassin lady punching him must have rattled his brain too much, that's all. A lot went on ever since arriving at Saffron Island and this peaceful walk was a nice way for him to sort through his thoughts and regain himself.

He allowed himself to get distracted. Finding an interest in a stranger, even... finding that man to be intriguing, was just a completely idiotic thing. They were both men and thinking of him to be charming was just completely insane. Maybe getting punched in the face was what Mail needed to get himself back on track. He was here for business, to possibly turn this place into one big resort. Who cared if it changed the lives of the current islanders? The world was progressing and becoming more and more modern-- it was about time they caught up with how things worked in reality. His eyes narrowed down at the white path as he walked, his feet continuing to crunch through the layer of snow. Today, most likely, he'd be receiving a response from his father in the mail and he'd then have to start cracking down on work.

The sound of a bike came behind him but Mail, figuring he was standing far enough to the side, ignored it. He didn't even look up and continued his way until feeling something suddenly hit him in the side of the head. He wasn't expecting a flying object to attack him and almost stumbled before wrapping his arms around himself and preventing himself from almost falling face-first into the heap of snow. His eyes widened in fear, feeling his heart race, and he turned his head to recognize the object as a newspaper. Where did that even come from...? Turning his head to look up, his eyes glared right at the figure on the bike. Judging by his outfit, he must have been the newspaper boy... and within seconds, Mail found himself growing more and more annoyed that the guy had flung it right at his head. Was that on purpose? Was that moron trying to scare him? Bending down to grab the paper, his hand trembled as he grasped it tightly and bending the thing right in the middle. Obviously, the guy was embarrassed about it and hid his face in the hat, but that didn't change anything for Mail...

He was already annoyed. He was already fed up with life and put through a lot within the past few weeks. This was the final straw-- the very final string left before getting cut right in the middle and breaking, leaving an angry glare left on Mail's face as a he approached the man and rose his hand. "You hit me with your damn newspaper. Do you think that's funny?" He growled, trying to keep his tone calm but it was obviously he was pretty ticked off. Mail couldn't see it was Valshe and his smile that he often wore, no matter what when around him, didn't show. "Not even going to apologize? Well then." He scoffed before slapping the guy hard across the top of his head with the rolled up newspaper. There was so much he wanted to yell at this guy but Mail didn't want to unload all of his feelings on him-- not unless if he didn't a response that he wanted, then the poor newspaper boy might feel the true wrath of Mail Ryder.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Winter // » Time « Morning // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « *Hugs them both* XD

better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies
and the way you're heading, no one's getting out alive.

The voice was deathly familiar. It didn't take long for him to figure out who the man was, only to be known as the one and only Mail Ryder in Saffron island. His own body went into a whole panicked state, his mind wandering. What if he knew the newspaper was Valshe? Or if he didn't know, he found out sometime later on, it scared him just to think about that his own body began to tremble crazily like he was in the middle of a blizzard, his own eyes blinking away tears from the thoughts. He wasn't going to say anything, he hardly knew the guy and already felt that slight attachment to him, and he didn't consider it a good thing, since he was only here for business purposes. He had mentioned it, and Valshe himself was afraid to be attached to him anymore than he already was, but life did it's course and he already was. It was funny to be thinking about right now, seeing the two almost killed each other everywhere they went. Well, maybe it was the other people.

His trembling continued at his words, a hint of anger was in his tone as he felt himself being hit across the top of his own head like a rag doll, he instantly found his own body falling off his bicycle, forgetting all about being seated on the abomination. He found himself to hold in his own tears, but he didn't show it, it was impossible to see unless he took the cap off or hit it off, which Valshe refused to let happen, his own hands pressed hard against the cap enough to suffocate himself it he wasn't careful. He found himself laying in an awkward position, one leg was being smashed rather violently by the handlebars and wheels of the bike while the other was brought up at a 360 degree angle, pointing towards the sky as if he was posing for an accident cover for a magazine. His elbows held him off the ground as he held his hands hard against his cap. With how it was, if he spoke he would probably release his own identity to Mail, who would kill him even more and most likely take everything out on him with his weapons of choice.

Shivering on the floor, he continued to blink back tears. He wasn't hurt that bad physically, seeing he was often being hit the slightest with objects, pillows, books, boards, anything Aries.. Well, mostly it was Aries. Could find, she would fling it, slap him with it, anything possible. Though he was rather exaggerating it. She never really hit him with a board.. Mostly softer objects like newspapers, but a little softer than how Mail had hit him. He was having to much trouble explaining this to himself.. He didn't even know what was going to happen to him next for not apologizing or anything, but Valshe kept quiet. It was quite easy to know who he was by his voice, that was probably a bit certain with how many people said his name right when he talked. Maybe it sounded weird, or they were talking behind his back. Really, all he knew was Mail was like a detective and would have to be careful about what he does around him later on, what he says and addresses him by, or how he knows where he lives. Cause most likely, Valshe would see him more on his job, and not in a good way. Well, now back to the point. Valshe was probably more hurt by this emotionally than physically, since he was pretty much a bit attached to him.

[Eiruna]

Season: Winter l Time: Morning l Tag: Valshe l Notes: Oh god, I'm sorry Valshe. Mail melt-down alert.

The moment Mail smacked the newspaper boy over his head with the newspaper, he fell off his bike and onto the cold fluffy snow. The bike itself had lost its balance and collapsed onto the opposite side of which the supposed 'stranger' did and Mail managed to step out of the way of the bike before it fell on top of his boots. He didn't think he hit the boy that hard with the newspaper and found his brow raising upon the boy who had held his hat down so tightly that he doubted it could fall over. Obviously, this person was hiding from him and probably was afraid. A smirk spread over his lips, though it was rather smile and looked a little twisted in emotion. This... was completely the last straw. No apology, not even looking him in the eye-- this kid was a punk and Mail was tired of his patience being tested. No one else was around and Mail, having many emotions bottled up inside, was now struggling to keep them all contained. Usually he kept everything inside for so long that eventually, he exploded though it happened whenever he was alone but now... he didn't have the patience to wait until getting back home to scream into a pillow and attack his furniture with it while yelling about how upset he felt.

"You're just going to lay there? You're not the one that got hit with a flying newspaper out of nowhere!" Mail snapped, his voice nearly shaking as his hands trembled, clenching the newspaper even tighter. If it was actually alive, he was sure the paper would be begging for mercy. "D-do you think I appreciate my only time of finding peace in my life being intruded on by a klutz riding their bike!? I-I don't care if it was an accident, o-or if you did it on purpose! If you can't apologize I have no sympathy for you or this god forsaken island!" He shouted as his eyes filled with tears, "B-but you don't care-- no, I'm just some psychotic stranger you'll never see again, so why should I care what you think of me? I'm tired of smiling and pretending everything is okay when it's not, a-and for once, I'm giving someone what they DESERVE rather than letting them walk all over my back! I-I'm done with people like you doing horrid things to me and just walking away!" The poor newspaper boy had caught Mail in a terrible time and it was about the right moment for him to finally let loose all of his emotions. Unfortunately for the young man, he was the target of Mail emptying out his recycle bin of emotions that he often disregarded.

A few tears rolling down his cheeks, Mail didn't think this stranger could see his crying therefor he didn't care enough to hold them back. Using the newspaper, he swatted the boy once over the head and again on the shoulders. He wished he could have done this to the woman back at the beach and did feel like a horrible person for doing this to some guy just trying to do his job, but Mail couldn't help it. He felt like he was going crazy inside, as though the world hated him and he didn't have anyone he could truly rely on or who sincerely liked him. The newspaper continued hitting the guy, gradually getting weaker with each smack as a small sob could be heard between them if one listened close enough. "I-I'm so, s-sick of this! Wh-why does everything always have to be this way!" He sobbed to himself before finally pausing in his swings. Mail stared down at the figure, laying defensively in the snow, and moments later he felt his heart suddenly throb as he dropped the paper and backed away. What... did he just do? Did he really attack this person...? He... didn't know what to think of himself now. That poor guy didn't even do anything that bad, like punch him or spit on him. The breeze picked up, blowing back Mail's hood and revealing a sincerely mortified expression worn on his face along with the bruise and tears streaking his cheeks. Anyone could see that the young man wanted to die, his legs shaking beneath him and about ready to cave in. "I-I..." He stammered, wanting to apologize, but couldn't even utter another word. Mail felt even worse than he did before and desperately screamed in his thoughts to run away but his legs felt too stiff to move.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Winter // » Time « Morning // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « MAILL *Hugs and kisses D8* Valshe is so.. emotional for other people.

better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies
and the way you're heading, no one's getting out alive.

His eyes widened to the size of the sun as he began talking about things, peace, Valshe felt guilt tugging majorly at his heart and trying to spill from his eyes for him. He felt himself pushing the hat even farther that he was starting to have difficulties breathing, his breathing almost slowed down as he did so, trying to force back his own tears for the man. He just wanted to comfort him right now, as he continued speaking more guilt pulled at his chest as he felt like wrapping his arm around the man, but than he would know who the 'newspaper mystery boy' was. He felt horrible for Mail, and would possibly hug him tighter than ever, try to comfort him or something. But he didn't want him to find out who he was. Tears began trying to go down his own face, emotionally of guilt for Mail. His eyes widened at the last part of his 'lecture' before tears actually began to spill out his own eyes from terror, fear, guilt, all those things that didn't make a good result you could say.

The feeling happened again.

He began swatting him over and over, across the head with the newspaper yet again. But Valshe didn't even know it was the newspaper, instead he just sit there and took the beating as he felt his knees curl up to his chest like a baby, despite the pain, he wasn't crying for how bad it hurt. Valshe could take pain physically to a huge extent, but when it came to hearing someones emotional pain, or whatever they called it now days, he felt guilt at his heart. Especially if it was his fault for it happening. He was damn sure it was his fault to. He could hear Mail's own sobs, Valshe was lucky not to be doing the same, only the tears spilled out as he began to smash the hat into his face even more. His heart raced massively as the beating stopped, nothing happened for the next few moments of seconds, maybe even minutes. The tiny tears continued to fall down his own face, with the cap pressed against his face, he could actually taste his own tears going down his face, and he was lucky the cap was black or it would probably almost be soaked. The stammering sounded. Again. He took a deep breathe, his heart pumped as he reacted quickly, his legs pulling up as he ran off like a wimp, dropping the cap at the corner farther from Mail. But since he wasn't actually looking at him, he wouldn't see, since he was turning, he wouldn't see.

Finally getting way, he felt his own face turning a dark shade of red as he fell onto the concrete, his back smashed into a wall, he felt more bad for hurting people over and over, and disturbing the only peace he head more than himself. He didn't care about being beat, believing he pretty much deserved it. His head made a deafening thunk as it hit the wall, his knees came up to his chest as his hands crossed over it, you could say it looked funny to see him like this, looking at the sky with tears dripping. Hell, it didn't even sound like Valshe. Dropping the newspaper bag, he suddenly kicked it with all the anger he had with himself, newspapers flying out to the streets, he bit his mouth as hard as possible as tears began to slowly halt. His coat sleeves began to wipe against his eyes, the tears leaving. His face stayed a rather cherry red as he took his coat off, his collared white shirt seemed weird to him to wear in Winter. The sleeves were forced up, folded up to the elbows and impossible to roll down her arm because they were pretty much 'super glued'. His tiny sobs peeped as he wiped his eyes even more, taking a breathe. "Stop it Valshe.." he muttered quietly to himself, his eyes continuing to tear.

Breathing softly, he slowly peered around the corner and took a breathe, he could easily blame his red face on the weather, seeing what he was wearing was easy to blame it on. Stuffing his trembling hands into his pockets, he already began to walk in Mail's direction, though he knew it would probably be a bad idea to disturb his peace. A bit of a sniffling noise was made as he approached a little more, his eyes drifted towards him a bit curiously, putting on the whole act of not knowing why he was out there. "Mail?' he said calmly, continuing to act like he had not just been here. Despite his glistening eyes, as if they were about to tear again and red face. He just hoped Mail didn't find out.

[Eiruna]

Season: Winter l Time: Morning l Tag: Valshe l Notes: Awww this is so cute and sad T_T

Mail only could stand there with his fur hood resting behind his shoulder and tear-filled eyes staring at the paperboy in horror. He wasn't the type to attack a person out of anger-- at least, he didn't think he was. Now, he didn't know if any of this actually happened or if he was just in some really bad dream. Honestly, ever since running into the wanted criminal on the beach, Mail questioned whether he was ill and hallucinating events or if this unfortunate things really kept happening in his life. All of it drove him to smacking the heck out of the newspaper boy. Of course, no matter what Mail would have been ticked off by getting hit with the object randomly, but had it happened some other time it wouldn't have resulted to him knocking the guy off his bike. Mail wanted to apologize and beg for forgiveness but he couldn't even budge or utter a proper sentence. It's not like he'd ever see this guy again but... he hated himself for acting up like this in front of someone. It was being weak and made him seem helpless, like some child that never learned how to control themselves.

The man stood up and nearly scampered away and around the corner, making Mail's heart completely sink to his stomach and causing a terrible unsettling feeling within. His tears kept flowing and he found himself to be uncontrollably shaking, particularly in the legs as he stared down at the same place he had been for minutes. He felt like a horrible, awful person. Mail couldn't stand up for himself, he couldn't allow himself to make any friends, he always stayed alone whenever he could, and allowed his parents to run his life and turn it into the world of a workaholic. He'd always smile no matter what and try to block out his feelings as much as possible because it only got in the way of what was important to his father-- business. He let himself be a puppet because he knew that if he told his father that maybe, he didn't want to live life the way he wanted him to, then Mail would be cut off from his family's fortune and shunned for eternity. He feared rejection, he feared being alone and he feared allowing himself to be defensive in front of someone.

Mail's legs shook enough to make his knees wobble. "I'm worthless..." He chuckled to himself, using a hand to run through his hair while lowering his head even more. How could he have let this happen? He came here for business and now that the guy saw his face, if his father really managed to open a resort here he'd recognize the resort owner's son as the guy who freaked out on him with a newspaper. Mail already knew that he'd get punished for letting something like this slip and couldn't stop himself from crying, being ashamed of himself for possibly getting his father to hit him in the future and hurting someone. His hand left his hair and rested against his bruised cheek before hearing someone approach him. Mail turned his back, about to head off before something bad happened such as the newspaper guy suddenly gaining the confidence to run at him and start beating him, but instead heard a familiar voice call out his name...

Mail clasped a hand over his mouth, staring at the ground in complete horror. Oh no, this wasn't a good time. He immediately knew it was Valshe and for some reason, his heart fluttered and he felt his tears pour even faster. He didn't want Valshe to see him like this... weak, pathetic, and miserable. This day was turning out to be horrible and he really wished he wouldn't have gone on this walk. Mail was as vulnerable as he could get right now and needed to get his act together fast. He suddenly pulled his hood right back over his head, hiding his face, and only turned slightly towards Valshe. "O-oh, Valshe..." He stammered in a nervous voice though still trying to sound friendly. Mail couldn't let the guy know he just attacked someone with a newspaper, got punched in the face recently, and was a crying wreck. "Were you taking a walk as well? It's... a nice day today." He said in a slow voice as he tried to sound as calm as he could, which only partially worked. His shield was slowly starting to rise back up and he tried to keep his face as hidden as possible. Mail, however, did not feel so much upset that Valshe came... it was more so he didn't want for him to see him in this state and mock him. Valshe didn't seem like that type but Mail just couldn't trust people.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Winter // » Time « Morning // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « Sorry that it's short xD limited typing time lol

better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies
and the way you're heading, no one's getting out alive.

Seeing his back and the hoodie go back over his head as he approached and spoke, he felt the guilt continue to pull at his chest, even his eyes were begging to let loose, but what would it look like if Mail caught him crying for 'no' reason? Valshe knew why he would cry, but since Mail didn't know who he was, he could easily think he was turning psychotic on him or something. His whole body was shivering, but he could easily blame the weather. He was thinking of ways to explain how he looked now. The only thing he couldn't explain was not wearing a coat when he had billions back home, he threw his coat in the plants back in the goddesses yonder so Mail wouldn't recognize him, but he just hoped that didn't happen so soon. Bringing out a single head, he ran it through his hair and looked out towards the other buildings. He'd have to explain to his boss why he was late. "I guess you could say so, Thought it would be a good idea to get out for once instead of.. well... Doing nothing." he shrugged his shoulders with the slightest frown. He had been doing stuff in fact, he had been delivering newspapers. Taking a bit of a breathe, he was rather nervous about this whole scenario.

His eyes turned back towards Mail who was pretty much hiding his face, Valshe didn't know since he had pretty much had his face stuffed in his hat the whole time instead of actually looking at Mail. "What about you?" he asked with a bit of a smile, trying to mask the fact he felt guilty and he knew that feeling was going to stay for quite awhile. He wanted to tell Mail, but than again, he couldn't. "A bit cold, don't you think?" He added with a smile, it was a bit funny someone could think. He was the one who didn't have a coat in the 'cold' weather and the snowy layer on the ground was still on the back of his jeans. But really, he didn't think Mail would actually.. look down there? His fingers finally popped out of his pockets as he slowly scanned the whole district.

A smile remained on his face, despite being shaken and crying inside, he was showing a more joyed and calm expression at the moment. "The... um... The snow is quite lovely." he said, a little bit of shaking could be heard easily as he felt his race redden with embarrassment. God this was horrible, he couldn't keep the act up long, seeing Mail easily found out about the cinnamon bun also. Valshe hadn't seen Mail in what seemed like forever, yet when he did see him again he almost murdered him and he almost murdered Valshe. He was pretty surprised it didn't bruise him or anything, that guy could be on baseball for all he knew.

[Eiruna]

Season: Winter l Time: Morning l Tag: Valshe l Notes: No worries XDD

Pretending that nothing was wrong, especially after something went horribly only minutes ago, turned out to be rather difficult to do. Mail had tried his best not to wear his emotions on his sleeve and until he could get his act together, refused to entirely face Valshe. Because of how he was turned and his lowered head, Mail couldn't see the man's actual appearance yet and didn't dare taking a glance quite yet. After the man had first spoken, Mail gave a small nod as the hand that was previously over his mouth worked on trying to dry his tears sneakily without wanting Valshe to know what he was doing. If he did know, it'd be embarrassing-- actually, more so on the lines of humiliating. However, he had no idea that Valshe himself was crying as well, and didn't even notice it yet due to his own self-shame of refusing to look at the man until he had the cold glimmer in his eyes and plain smile to mask his own sadness.

Mail felt extremely awkward, like he was making the conversation oddly quiet and not speaking enough. Usually he didn't talk much at all, being the quiet observer in a group and only speaking if he found it necessary, but around Valshe Mail was more self-conscious of how he act and was constantly worrying he came off as a cold-hearted businessman who often let his guard down and let his true emotions slip for a second before suddenly snapping back into an odd smile that made it obvious he didn't always act like the real person he was. Then again, Mail wasn't sure who that 'real person' was anyway. Valshe didn't deserve to run into him at the beach, he didn't deserve to get sucked into the drama at the inn, and he most certainly didn't deserve finding Mail like this. His heart heavily beat in his chest and he could almost feel it beating high up into his throat. Why couldn't he just look at him? Why did he have to make this so much more awkward!! Mail didn't want to scare Valshe away by their meetings always going wrong and feared he was ruining it himself this time. Might have been his low self-esteem smacking him over and over, but he feared he might end up ruining Valshe's day.

Taking a deep but quiet breath, because of how cold the air was outside Mail's breath was visible in the small misty clouds that puffed out. "I was touring the area. Thought that since Cumin District has a lot of scenery, a walk would be relaxing." He answered calmly, though almost wanting to turn around and head back home. Why would Valshe want to talk with him anyway? Mail always brought some kind of unlucky charm with him and ended up making things for complicated for him... the fact that Valshe even was talking to him and being friendly still was shocking to Mail, annoying him that this man was so forgiving but also making him feel relief that someone actually sincerely wanted to spend time with him. Finally turning himself all the way around, Mail's head remained lowered but with lifting his eyes up he could see Valshe's figure. Something he noticed right away was the choice of clothing-- who the hell wore short sleeves in winter? When it was SNOWING. His eyes narrowed beneath the hood as he continued studying the man's appearance before lifting his head up briefly to look at his face.

A calm, joyed expression shown on Valshe's face. Good god, how come he always had to look so charming? Mail's face immediately heated up, his already mixed up emotions getting scrambled even more just by looking at the man and quickly tilting his head back down to hide a little. Seconds later, he had realized that there was something a little off about Valshe. He didn't look back up but he could have swore he saw a sign of tears in the man's eyes, making him wonder if maybe Valshe had already been experiencing a bad day. Strange enough, Mail felt... concerned. Did something happen to him? He wanted to ask but-- no, that would be too personal. It was best to keep to himself. Besides, if he asked, then that might result with Valshe asking Mail about his bruise and teary eyes. Here they were, talking about how nice the day was and how the snow looked lovely when Mail had a hunch that they were both not in the happiest of moods. "Y-yes, the snow is very lovely." He stammered after a moment, trying to get himself out of his thoughts. Standing around and thinking, what the heck was Mail doing?! "There's very little snowfall in the city I'm from. Not many trees, either..." All this small talk when Mail had the dying urge to ask Valshe if something was wrong was painful enough. A knot felt as though it were tying in his throat and the gentle breeze picking up managed to toss his head back behind his shoulders but Mail didn't put it back over this time. Instead, he just kept his head lowered. "I-If you had plans to go somewhere, I don't want to... be in your way." He said, his voice rather solemn.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Winter // » Time « Morning // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « SOFTINESS

better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies
and the way you're heading, no one's getting out alive.

His mouth stayed close, rather dry but cold as he looked at the ground towards the bike he had once been on, but in this case he had never even touched the bike before. Really.. Valshe had no clue what to even talk about today, after the scenario he was pretty blank in his brain, it wasn't really even functioning properly. His head was blank, other then the words Mail had screamed earlier before beating him with a newspaper. It was a good thing he didn't show any signs of actually knowing him, sniffling a bit quietly as an arm began to wipe at his eyes as a few tears tried to sneak past him. It was a good thing Mail wasn't looking at him fully, he wasn't made fun of that much as a child, but things where different here on Saffron. He could just turn around and see tears going down his face, and might look at him in a whole new perspective or spread the rumor around. His hands resting back at his sides, fighting back into his pant pockets, he hugged a bit quietly and continued to stare down at the bike instead of actually doing anything.

His eyes turned back towards Mail with a bit of a smile, fighting his tears again. Honestly, he never thought words from someone else that didn't even seem directed as an insult, but like he had just burst out in a big furry ball of sadness and began 'shouting' the words, sentences, whatever. It just made him feel guilty. God, he could talk about that all day, afternoon, and night if he could. His hand went back up to his eye as he sighed, rubbing it the slightest as his eyes began turning red from 'irritation' of 'crying'. Which he wasn't... yet. The smile remained however as his hands went back into his pockets, he had just noticed how many times he had used his pockets to hold his hands when he was around Mail, he was often assured by his mother it was his nervous habit. Really, Valshe would understand why he was stuffing his hands into his pockets, seeing he pretty much was nervous of Mail finding out who he was. He felt terrible for lying, but he.. just didn't want that to happen. Valshe himself began getting curious of why he was hiding his face. Despite seeing him from afar, it was pretty hard to see what he was exactly hiding, and since his head was lowered he didn't bother to bend over and look up to see whatever it was he was hiding. Seeing Valshe pretty much though her knew what it was, the fact he had been crying just like him not to many minutes ago.

His heart leaped as he eyed him once more with a smirk, trying to act casual as his eyes continued to glisten with tears, ready to spill any minute. "Why would you ever say that?" he asked a bit carefully, trying not to begin getting thoughts that could sadden him in a heartbeat. God.. He was such a softie for this guy or something, it was really scary how soft he was being, never has he ever been like this for others, and Valshe hardly knew the guy and look at him. He was practically crying with him. "You could never be in my way." he added quickly before Mail gave a reason, not really wanting to turn into a ball of water and cry Mail from a fit of emotions, he still had the undying pity in him that made him want to hug the princess as much as possible. "If I had somewhere to be, I would've told you." he added once more, taking a deep breathe before rubbing his eyes once more with a smirk planted on his face. What a way to meet someone again, after all this drama.. He couldn't even think of anymore ways to do so.

[Eiruna]

Season: Winter l Time: Morning l Tag: Valshe l Notes: D'awww, Val is such a softie <3

Why wasn't he surprised to hear that response? Mail could practically feel it coming, being that Valshe was always nice to him no matter what. What was up with that? It's not like Mail deserved for someone to always be kind to him... it's not like he really needed it, either. Or maybe he did... in all honesty, Mail felt flustered by the response despite knowing Valshe would politely say that Mail wasn't in his way. It was a weird feeling particularly in his stomach and chest with heat rising in his face, making him want to hide himself even more. Never being in someone's way-- tell that to Mail's wonderfully bossy mother and his possessive, controlling father. It was like hearing two completely different stories and making this situation a little on the mocking side. Standing around, both looking to be on the brink of tears, being nice to each other despite something being wrong. Extremely awkward, really. However, as much as he wanted to hide, at the same time Mail didn't want Valshe to leave. He didn't want to walk off and leave things like this and didn't want to come off as some weird coward guy running away from a person who'd been nothing but kind to him.

"Yes, I suppose so." Mail replied though his eye somewhat twitching at the ground while continuing to hide his face by keeping it lowered. He kept over-analyzing everything he was saying to Valshe like he'd somehow say the wrong thing and couldn't calm down at all. "Th-the breeze is chilly. Making my... eyes a bit irritated." He stammered uncomfortably while rubbing at them some more, feeling that his tears weren't slowing from getting himself so worked up. He wanted to believe it was just the air-- who knows, maybe that's why Valshe looked teary-eyed as well. "Are you sure that wearing short sleeves in this kind of weather is healthy? You might catch a cold." Mail stated in an attempt to sound normal, cool-toned but afterwards worried that he sounded like a nag though there was a hint of concern in his voice. Right now, he felt like everything he was doing was wrong.

Backing up, Mail was feeling himself start to panic. If it weren't for the newspaper thing that just happened, he would have been more mellow-minded, but now he was about to go into a bit of a panic melt-down. "B-but if that's what you like, then it's fine! I just thought that you might be more comfortable wi--" He began to stammer, knowing he sounded pathetic and obviously quite off. Valshe might have been going through a rough day and here he was, refusing to look at him while stuttering like some shy school boy. Before getting to finish his sentence, his foot kicked against the back left by the newspaper boy and before he knew it, Mail fell back over it and onto the cold snow. The bike made a loud clutter noise from his foot getting caught near the back wheel and rather than wobbling back up, Mail laid with his feet right against the snow as his shoulders began to shake, unable to hold back his quiet sobs. Valshe ran into the biggest, wimpiest rich kid in the world and was making himself look like a complete moron. He wanted to curl up and die in the snow, afraid of making matters even worse. He was certain Valshe wanted to turn around and walk away now... anyone in their right mind would.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Winter // » Time « Morning // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « Last paragraph was hard D< COULDN'T EXPLAINNN

better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies
and the way you're heading, no one's getting out alive.

Valshe wanted to tell Mail he was lying to him, he knew he was lying actually. The breeze was not what made his eyes irritated, it was most likely the tears he had let go that was hurting his eyes. His smile turned into a slight frown as he stared at the bike, only for his thoughts to be turned into a bit of a humoristic thought at his next statement. Of course it did seem rather hilarious for him to be wearing such a shirt in cold weather, but with how things were with what Mail had seen of the newspaper boys appearance, which was him, wearing it might give away clues. The jeans were common everywhere, and the shoes were the only things not giving out a clue so far. Of course, he could say they were pretty popular on Saffron to.. but.. His shoulders shrugged as a smile formed once more, his eyes kept locked on the bike a little. "I guess I'm just a bit crazy." In all reality, he pretty much was. Wearing a shirt like this in winter, if he could just roll the sleeves down he probably would, though he couldn't sadly. He had a few tiny excuses for why he wasn't wearing a coat, though he felt terrible for making lies. It was only for the fact he didn't go into a newspaper hitting fury again.

His stammering caught him off guard as his eyes quickly left the bike and watched Mail, the smile slightly faded as he watched him. He didn't look happy, or sad. Only a bit of a serious stare and 'smile' as he looked at him a bit concerned. If the moment wasn't like this, and a bit more happier, he probably would've been smiling and commented on how cute he was when he stammered like that. Of course, doing so would probably result in a bit of a lecture and a hit across the top of his head with a newspaper. He watched him kick the bike suddenly, his eyes almost widening as he fell to the ground. Valshe stood there like an idiot, almost doing nothing as his mind processed what was going on before him. His whole body beginning to shake, he stared at him for a brief minute. Despite the sobs being quiet, Valshe wasn't that deaf as his heart suddenly began to fell and his eyelashes began blinking even faster to keep out the tears. This guy never failed to make Valshe want to cry for him.

Pretty much running to his side, he dropped to his knees beside him, his fingers latching onto his shoulders as he looked at him, his own eyes showing a rather sad and concerned state, his smile turned into a frown as he looked at him. "Mail..." he whispered under his breathe, showing a little bit of a sad side to him as he was just on the verge of tears and hugging the poor guy, no matter how much he struggled. He quickly began to take breathes, wiping his eyes with his arms and some of his sleeves. "A-are you.. okay...?" maybe it was a bit weird to ask, seeing he was having a terrible day. One of his arms quickly left his shoulders to wipe away any tears wanting to come out, while the other stayed on his shoulder.

[Eiruna]

Season: Winter l Time: Morning l Tag: ChandyLand l Notes: YOU STILL EXPLAINED IT IN A WAY THAT MADE IT SO CUUUTE

If it was possible to shrink to the size of a mouse and stuff himself entirely into the snow, Mail would. Why did he have to be such a klutz around this guy? He was sure that Valshe thought of him to be a weirdo... this was the second time he'd fallen back over something, the first time being at the Inn, and now over that stupid bike left from the newspaper boy. More tears filled his eyes in frustration, the snow starting to burn his face before slipping an arm right beneath it, having his elbow bent to the side while keeping his lower arm shielding his face against the ground. This... this idiocy, whenever around this blond fellow... why did Mail have to be such an idiot around him? This time, it was just the fact that they bumped into each other at sort of a bad time but Mail worried that he was a hopeless dork to him. Maybe it was best for him to keep hidden against the snow where Valshe couldn't see his face, and pretend like he didn't exist. Not existing for a few minutes... he wouldn't mind that. Sometimes, he didn't want to be a Ryder, or even himself.

Mail didn't stay alone like this for long, however. The sudden fingers grasping his shoulders made Mail's chest tighten and his heart leap, forcing his closed his to open wide inches away from the fluffy white beneath him. The fingers, touching his shoulders-- did they belong to Valshe? Who else could they have belonged too, though? No one else was around but... Mail didn't know if he'd be getting ahead of himself by assuming it were Valshe, but hearing his voice speak his name, he instantly was assured. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, similar to the speed of a butterfly's wings rapidly fluttering gently in an enclosed container. Mail's thoughts left his mind, making himself feel blank of emotion but at the same time left with a tickling warmth. His mouth opened, the cold air puffing from his mouth, and he found himself unable to control the loudness of his breath as it shook with each exhale. Why...? Why did this guy have to be so... nice to him, without knowing who Mail really was, or knowing him for that long.

His shoulders tensed up, trembling only slightly. A smile spread over his lips in a nervous manner though Valshe couldn't see it. "I'm fine." He whispered, afraid to look up and see the expression on Valshe's face. Mail wondered what the young man was thinking, or how he felt... his voice sounded sincerely concerned, but was he only being half-sincere about it? Was it bad to question that kind of thing? it wasn't anything personal but... Mail didn't know. "Why..." Mail began after a minor pause, his heart thumping heavier as he felt hesitation to finish his sentence. This wasn't supposed to be happening, he was supposed to get up and say he had somewhere to go, but instead was glued to the ground with his emotions struggling to run free. Something Mail didn't want at all. "... are you concerned about me, anyway?" He finally finished, the wrong words coming out from what he meant. Mail dug his forehead against his arm, smiling more but this time in a way that he was pissed off at himself. Why the hell did he say that!? Wh-what Mail meant to say was that he SHOULDN'T be concerned about him, but instead... he asked what he had been wondering.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Winter // » Time « Morning // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « HUGSSSSSSSSSSS

better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies
and the way you're heading, no one's getting out alive.

His heart bumped anxiously in his chest as he awaited for an answer, of course he got an answer he had pretty much expected somehow. With how he had lied about his tears, it obvious he was lying the slightest to him. But he didn't see any harm in it, the guy was probably embarrassed or something, or he just hated how snoopy Valshe was. His frown came onto his face, as his fingers tightened around his shoulders the slightest. He wanted to ask. Ask if he was sure, but he didn't want to snoop any farther into this. He knew that could possibly result in being hit across the head with a newspaper--again. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he sighed and began thinking. What could he possibly hide from Valshe, opening his eyes once more to look at him, his face looked rather puzzled and confused all at once now as he stared at the back of his head.

Looking at him as his heart began to beat even faster as he paused, the rather anxious glare was no fixed on his face. He was so full of emotions he didn't even know how to explain his mood swings and glance changes. Once minute he looked concerned, the next he looked puzzled, now he looked just anxious. Staring at him a bit, waiting for him to finish the sentence as his stomach churned anxiously, and his heart leaped into his throat, beating right out of it. The next words caught him off guard as he took a breathe and blinked his eyes, his slightest instincts took over as his hands reached out and pulled him out of the snow, like he was some sort of child. Valshe wasn't that strong, but Mail seemed to easy to move, almost delicate. Despite the possibility he would start punching his stomach, he didn't really care since he didn't know what the hell he was doing. Instead of actually looking at his face to see what was wrong with him, he just quickly went into the hug, pulling Mail towards him, not really caring about anyone who would pass since it was Winter, not many people came outside.

One of his hands played around with his hair, as if this was some type of everyday thing as his other wrapped around his waist, securing him to make sure he couldn't get away. Maybe he was being a bit to harsh or something, but honestly, he thought letting him go would just be a horrible idea at the moment, especially after hearing him earlier that morning and how people walked over him and he didn't do anything. He was trying his hardest not to cry at that, god would Mail look at him oddly. "I am concerned because you deserve to be cared about.." he said calmly, maybe it sounded rather cheesy but that's how he felt about him right now, his feelings were changing constantly in his stomach. If he wasn't such a calm person, his face would be set a blaze with embarrassment, even though he was the one who put this onto him. "If you feel uncomfortable with me feeling that way, you'll have to get used to it."

[Eiruna]

Season: Winter l Time: Morning l Tag: ChandyLand l Notes: *Explodes from freaking out happily*

Those words... Mail regretted ever saying them. He wished he could stop being a coward and quickly say something else to cover up what he had said and done but he was too afraid that he might say something even more stupid to Valshe. Now, he just felt like some idiotic nuisance crying in the snow like some scared little boy. There wasn't even that good of a reason for him to be acting this way-- it wasn't Valshe's fault Mail had been getting the worst luck since coming here, and Valshe never did anything to make Mail be afraid of his reactions. Just because some bad things happened in the past didn't mean he should be... acting like this. Mail was always hard on himself and right now, he felt he could be much more harsh on his actions, wanting to cram his head in the snow and leave it there until he got frostbite or at least a cold. Why did he have to be troubling this guy so much? It wasn't Valshe's responsibility to make sure Mail didn't kill himself by accident, yet here the guy was, holding onto his shoulders while Mail laid in the snow like a lifeless doll.

Feeling Valshe's hands pull him up from the snow, Mail his eyes forced shut to shield any more tears coming out, not wanting Valshe to see him that way. It was just too pathetic of him to be doing. At first, Mail feared that Valshe might be turned him around to give him a good smack across the face. Growing up, whenever Mail had these melt-downs and it irritated his father, he'd receive a good smack and told to grow up. His father hated being burdened by people who would cry or mope and made sure that none of his children ended up being that way. Not that the guy ever just beat the tar out of them, but the single smack was hard enough to rattle their brains and make them never want to cry over anything again unless if it was in the loneliness of their bedrooms. His heart nearly danced about in his chest, quickly and at a painfully fast speed, before finding that... something strange happened.

Mail didn't get smacked. He wasn't yelled at or told to be more mature. Instead, he was... embraced. His eyes opened up once more, large as they could get while staring over Valshe's shoulder. The man's body, despite having spring clothes on pretty much, felt warm and comforting. He was completely speechless and startled by this unexpected action... he didn't even know if this was real or not. Mail didn't struggle to break free and he knew that if he did, the arm around his waist would prevent him being successful. Instead of feeling panicked or scared, he felt something he hadn't before and didn't know how to describe it. Valshe's hand resting against his head, playing with his hair, while speaking words that were so kind that Mail didn't even know how to respond to them... Mail's expression turned entirely weak, unable to keep his guard up as he felt the urge to just weep against him. How could a person like Mail, the puppet of his family and too scared to be his own person, ever deserve any of this treatment from a person who was sincere upon their actions? He was so stupid, yet... being in the arms of this guy he met weeks ago, Mail didn't want to be let go.

"Valshe..." Mail whispered in surprise, trying to find a response but obviously very speechless by Valshe's response to what he said. No matter what, this guy was going to care. That kind of assurance was an extreme rarity. It was also a rarity for Mail to let himself be held like this by someone and honestly, he didn't know what the hell was wrong with him right now. He must have just been extremely worked up over everything that'd happen. "You're such a dummy." He laughed sadly, his words not sounding harsh in tone however, but grateful for those words spoken by Valshe. What Mail said , trying to still be tough in a sense, was defeated by the tone used and he lowered his head against Valshe's shoulder. "I'm just a big burden on you, yet you're... acting this way." He spoke, choking a bit on his tears, wanting to hug the guy back but not wanting to cross boundaries, "I-I ruined your day again, didn't I?" Mail was sure that he kept destroying his days but was still acting like a good sport about it. What kind of person actually enjoyed comforting a person like this? Valshe... was a very unique person. But... not in a bad way. Not at all.