IC Inbox: Daybreak

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GUSTAV "GV" GUNVOLT
UN: AZURESTRIKER

STATUS: Student, Grade 9

ACCOLADES: 4 Year Member of the Rune Guild QUILL, active field agent and runic inscriptionist. Designed and implemented runic equipment for field use. Destroyed a small army of invading undead.

BIO: New to Daybreak Academy. I speak Japanese, German, French, and English. Japanese is a little rusty though. Interests include runic inscription, athletics, physics, and history. I like video games and computers too.

© TESSISAMESS

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[Gunvolt said nothing at that point, and looked up at the ceiling again, lost in thought; though he wasn't like that for very long. It may have felt like it to him, though.

If Desidera was sharp-eyed, she could catch that the whites of his eyes had started to redden. Though she probably couldn't see the painful lump that was forming in GV's throat.

...

Without saying another word, Gunvolt walked over to Desidera's bed, and pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. She could probably hear a soft sniffle come from him.]

...Grazie, Desidera. Grazie.

[...It's all he has before he finally breaks down. Overwhelmed from literally everything, but in the safest place he could possibly be. ...But that was okay, wasn't it?]

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[Her own arms wrapped around him, but she didn't hold too tightly—knowing that she could hurt him if she did—as she gave him the time he needed to just let everything out.

Once things began to quiet down, she admitted:] I was scared. When we found you like that, I-I thought I was losing you, a-and then you weren't waking up, and I didn't know what I would do with myself if I actually did lose you. I...

[She trailed off, but what she managed to say was probably more than clear enough.]

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[Gunvolt just held her tightly while he cried, and just let all of it go. The anger and frustration in his heart toward his former mentor didn't drain away with it, but... much of the rest of it he managed to let flow. The sense of betrayal, the loneliness, and the fear of what the future what may come, and more. He pressed his face into her shoulder, showing a level of vulnerability he wasn't sure if he'd ever let anyone see before.

...He'd always had to be tough. Strong. Had been alone for most of his childhood; not in isolation, like Desidera, but in a void of real friends; always an outsider. In Japan, it was because he looked strange, and even when he got to Germany, it's because he came from another country and took quite awhile to even start fitting in. ...Even when he finally was picked up by Asimov, he had to go hard into everything to not let him down. Disappointing him was like a dagger through the heart, and the only one he could ever really open up to was Moniqa. ...Even then, he never went too far, afraid, somewhere, that she might think less of him for it too.

For once. It was okay to be "weak" and lean on someone else, even if only for a short time.

He slowly collected himself over a few minutes, eventually listening to her when she spoke. It took him several more moments to speak, his voice hoarse and tired, but... yet, firm.]

...You won't. [...He's really not the best at expressing himself. Especially right now, and he knew that. He made a noise, somewhat guttural, and shook his head.] I... won't leave you alone.

[...better? Maybe?]

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[It should probably be known that Desidera Neroni was not particularly dense, nor was she stupid. As such, what Gunvolt was saying came across clearly, and once it really hit her, she tightened her hold just a bit—enough to be noticeable, but still not enough to cause any harm.

He'd already seen her crying, once, but soon enough, he was seeing it again. While the first time had been obvious relief, this time it was something else entirely.]

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[Her squeeze was definitely noticeable. And for maybe the first time since he woke up today, GV could feel his lips relax, and form a small, subdued smile; genuine, and unforced. The turmoil he still felt clawing in his heart was silenced, if only for a short, brief moment.

Maybe long enough for her to see that smile through her tears, which he reached to softly wipe away, his own eyes still puffy and red.

In that moment, silently, he realized... things will probably be all right. There was much to do yet, but... they'd find a way. Both of them.]