[It's a cup Hans has probably used a number of times at this point, and Ferran has acquiesced to leaving it waiting for him in the same place as always; gold trim, floral design, not as small as the kinds with saucers.
As he presses his finger against his mouth, he lets out a low sound of agreement, somewhere between a hum and a growl.]
That's part of it. [He glances at his hand before returning to his work, more carefully this time—sewing dawn petals into the inside of the armor.] They're shifty, stupid, and they made their own mess that shouldn't be our problem.
[He doesn't mention the Fae thing—but does he really need to, at this point?]
[Ah yes, his favorite cup waiting for him in its usual spot. A small smile tugs at the corner of Hans's lips for a moment, choosing to read more into this than he probably should, but it's nice. A place to call home--
He starts making himself tea while continuing to talk to Ferran, even if his back is still mostly turned towards him. It's not rude, it's multitasking!]
Not at all concerned for the circumstances that led them to such thievery? Quite cold.
[Ferran truly has it out for the Fae, doesn't he? It doesn't bother him or anything, but as any good boyfriend, he wants to understand his partner. Okay, well, he just thinks it's interesting to prod at. Such a grudge to hold against an entire race of creatures...]
[Even if Hans's back hadn't been turned, he wouldn't have tried to mask the change in his expression to something more grim.]
... what I'm concerned about is having to watch them rot another world away from the inside.
[He's not going back to that again. His hand trembles for a moment, but he pauses and presses his lips together until it passes before he returns to his work.]
I don't care about their reasons. It was careless, either way. And now they've put more people in danger...
[Hans turns his head back just slightly so that he can look at Ferran from the corner of his eye. 'Rot another world,' that's quite a statement, one that he doesn't disbelieve, and it goes a lot to explain Ferran's hatred for the Fae. He knows that he's not talking about his home world, but another one, a placed he lived before this one. They haven't talked about it too much, but it's easy to see how upset he is.]
That they have.
[He agrees, although Hans sounds a lot more neutral about the situation. Perhaps he should be more upset about the potential of this world also getting heavily damaged by their work, but he just finds himself calm about it.]
Maybe you can accidentally murder a few while you're out there. [Just a suggestion.]
[Ferran lets out an audible sigh. Maybe he can be heartless and hold onto a grudge, but—it's not much more than posturing, is it?]
You know that's not who I am.
[Frankly, he hardly has it in him to take a weapon to even the people he hates. Fighting monsters that bleed is hard enough. Little wonder you haven't managed anything of worth.]
Whatever happens to them... it'll be their own fault. [Maybe that's cowardly of him, but it is what it is. He doesn't take his eyes off his work when he continues, but he doesn't sound like he expects an affirmative answer:] Are you going?
[He agrees, slowly turning towards Ferran with his recently made cup of tea in hand. There's a light smile on him, because there is something a little noble about that admittance, that his partner wouldn't murder them out of his hatred. Hans is far from being that sort of person and he's completely aware of it. Sure, maybe there aren't many people that he hates in the first place, but he'd 100% shove any of his brothers off a cliff if the opportunity presented itself.
Hans takes a seat across from him, holding the warm cup, but he doesn't drink from it yet.]
I think I'll let you and the heroic types save the day once more. Too much nightmare energy probably isn't good for me.
[His brow furrows as he glances at Hans, picking up another petal from the jar and setting it into place. It's not a judgmental frown, though—more curious than anything.]
I guess you wouldn't know, huh?
[Ferran hasn't really seen any instance where Hans has been affected by that sort of thing—transformed in some ways by the circumstances in general, maybe, but he's always so in control of himself. Ferran's a little envious, really.]
Somehow it wouldn't surprise me if it didn't make a difference for you at all.
I've managed to avoid it. Maybe I'm finally lucky for once.
[He gives the smallest of shrugs before slowly sipping from his cup. Ah yes, just the right temperature and everything. There really is something nice about sitting here with Ferran like this, but he tries not to let such sentimentality get to him.]
Oh? What gives you that impression? [Is it because he's so terrible-- although, he's sure that Ferran is hinting at something a little more deeper than that.] It's the charm, right?
[It'll get to you someday, Hans—Ferran will wear you down until then... but no, it's not really anything to do with the charm, you nerd. A quick flick of his gaze gives off the impression of rolling his eyes.]
I just get the feeling that you'd end up weaponizing it or something.
[Guilt doesn't seem to be a factor for Hans, generally, and he's proven willing to be much more... active when it comes to fighting against his miserable station, at least in the past. What would be stopping him from using it, really? Ferran lets out a quick huff of a sigh, frowning at the gently glowing petals he's working with.]
It would probably be more useful than having to ward it off with five different things...
[Hans would definitely use nightmare energy if he thought he could maintain control of it. However, he's not so overly confident to believe that he wouldn't be negatively affected in a way that even he wouldn't to deal with. Suddenly getting consumed by negative thoughts or turning into some beast is not really high on his list.
Physical power really isn't as important to him as authoritative power anyway.]
These people managed to utilize it, before their containment units were breached, so we might be able to learn some useful information on that once we save their poor city. It would be rather useful if we had a modicum of control over nightmare energy, just for the sake of everyone here.
[Ferran presses his lips together in thought. Hans really is a forward thinker... he'll have to compliment the prince on that sometime, when it won't make his head explode.]
The Fae I know hate to owe anything to anyone... maybe getting saving them from themselves would make them talk about everything they've managed to set up.
[Meanwhile, Ferran has no qualms about admitting he'd only be helping for his own gain—or at least only the benefit of Reverein. Whatever happens to Orkili after this mess? Not his problem.]
[Hans claps his hands together upon hearing that. He doesn't have much experience with the Fae, but he pretty much trusts Ferran's insight here, even if he has quite a harsh bias against them.]
Well, excellent! We'll take all the knowledge that we can get from them, since you know, they'll owe us.
[He loves using people so A+.]
And then we can let them bleed out if you want. [He's about half-serious.]
Like that would be an option if anybody else from Reverein was around.
[Somehow Ferran feels like the number of those with enough initiative to go to a nightmare-infested city and few enough morals to leave someone to die is very, very small.]
I wonder where the hell these people even came from, if they've been here long enough to even develop nightmare tech. Supposedly this place didn't evolve life on its own—unless those dream eaters were just lying, [in an irritated half-mutter:] which is always possible.
[Yep, he still has a grudge against the tapir too.]
True enough... and people are so nosy around here, it's difficult to completely isolate yourself.
[In the same way it would probably be difficult to 'accidentally' hurt someone and get away with it. Of course, if you're good enough at pretending, people might believe you, but Hans thinks it's far too much effort for a grudge.]
The dream eaters probably lied. [He shrugs, not really bothered or surprised by the thought of it.] They probably didn't want to mention that an entire race of creatures managed to use nightmare energy as a source of power.
[Ferran would have... well, he would've had a much more unpleasant time without those nosy people. Back to complaining about fae creatures, though, as it's one of his favorite pastimes...]
They sure didn't want us to venture out of town when we first showed up. Makes sense they'd be hiding more, for whatever bizarre reasons they might have...
[He doesn't expect for it to make sense; he's not giving them the benefit of the doubt for anything.]
[It's certainly annoying when people shove their noses in his business, but guess that's also how he made a couple of friends here. Strange how that works, but maybe it's more strange that they still want to be around him despite his past misdeeds. Everyone get higher standards--]
Should we try to forcefully interrogate them too? [How fun.]
[Another petal is taken out of the jar and carefully placed inside the leather... and Ferran shakes his head, somewhat exasperated.]
That depends on how willing you are to face the consequences.
[He would be prepared—if he were interested in such a thing. He doesn't know if Hans would be, or if he could even shield the prince from retaliation properly.]
I don't know if it would be worth the effort, anyway. It could be they're just stupid.
[A gamble that's probably not worth the risk, huh? He can see where Ferran is coming from and it's not like he's super invested in finding this out.]
One thing at a time, and we'll certainly grab knowledge from the escapees when... you and the others go there. [Because he's definitely not going, 100%.
But with his tea finished, Hans slowly gets up from his seat and maneuvers himself over to Ferran, reaching with his hand to lightly grip his partner's chin.]
[That's a weird pause, but Ferran doesn't think much of it for now. He's got other things to focus on, anyway. Like the fact that Hans has walked over and made sure he's looking at the prince, for example. With his eyebrows raised:]
I won't get into anything I can't get out of.
[Probably. He sounds confident enough, at least...]
Don't tell me that you need your Prince Charming to come and rescue you.
[He's not really either of those things-- but hey, despite his words, he would go out and save Ferran because... well, him being dead would be annoying okay. Even if it doesn't last in this world.
Hans would rather avoid extra angst and drama when possible, thanks.]
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As he presses his finger against his mouth, he lets out a low sound of agreement, somewhere between a hum and a growl.]
That's part of it. [He glances at his hand before returning to his work, more carefully this time—sewing dawn petals into the inside of the armor.] They're shifty, stupid, and they made their own mess that shouldn't be our problem.
[He doesn't mention the Fae thing—but does he really need to, at this point?]
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He starts making himself tea while continuing to talk to Ferran, even if his back is still mostly turned towards him. It's not rude, it's multitasking!]
Not at all concerned for the circumstances that led them to such thievery? Quite cold.
[Ferran truly has it out for the Fae, doesn't he? It doesn't bother him or anything, but as any good boyfriend, he wants to understand his partner. Okay, well, he just thinks it's interesting to prod at. Such a grudge to hold against an entire race of creatures...]
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... what I'm concerned about is having to watch them rot another world away from the inside.
[He's not going back to that again. His hand trembles for a moment, but he pauses and presses his lips together until it passes before he returns to his work.]
I don't care about their reasons. It was careless, either way. And now they've put more people in danger...
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That they have.
[He agrees, although Hans sounds a lot more neutral about the situation. Perhaps he should be more upset about the potential of this world also getting heavily damaged by their work, but he just finds himself calm about it.]
Maybe you can accidentally murder a few while you're out there. [Just a suggestion.]
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You know that's not who I am.
[Frankly, he hardly has it in him to take a weapon to even the people he hates. Fighting monsters that bleed is hard enough. Little wonder you haven't managed anything of worth.]
Whatever happens to them... it'll be their own fault. [Maybe that's cowardly of him, but it is what it is. He doesn't take his eyes off his work when he continues, but he doesn't sound like he expects an affirmative answer:] Are you going?
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[He agrees, slowly turning towards Ferran with his recently made cup of tea in hand. There's a light smile on him, because there is something a little noble about that admittance, that his partner wouldn't murder them out of his hatred. Hans is far from being that sort of person and he's completely aware of it. Sure, maybe there aren't many people that he hates in the first place, but he'd 100% shove any of his brothers off a cliff if the opportunity presented itself.
Hans takes a seat across from him, holding the warm cup, but he doesn't drink from it yet.]
I think I'll let you and the heroic types save the day once more. Too much nightmare energy probably isn't good for me.
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I guess you wouldn't know, huh?
[Ferran hasn't really seen any instance where Hans has been affected by that sort of thing—transformed in some ways by the circumstances in general, maybe, but he's always so in control of himself. Ferran's a little envious, really.]
Somehow it wouldn't surprise me if it didn't make a difference for you at all.
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[He gives the smallest of shrugs before slowly sipping from his cup. Ah yes, just the right temperature and everything. There really is something nice about sitting here with Ferran like this, but he tries not to let such sentimentality get to him.]
Oh? What gives you that impression? [Is it because he's so terrible-- although, he's sure that Ferran is hinting at something a little more deeper than that.] It's the charm, right?
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I just get the feeling that you'd end up weaponizing it or something.
[Guilt doesn't seem to be a factor for Hans, generally, and he's proven willing to be much more... active when it comes to fighting against his miserable station, at least in the past. What would be stopping him from using it, really? Ferran lets out a quick huff of a sigh, frowning at the gently glowing petals he's working with.]
It would probably be more useful than having to ward it off with five different things...
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[Hans would definitely use nightmare energy if he thought he could maintain control of it. However, he's not so overly confident to believe that he wouldn't be negatively affected in a way that even he wouldn't to deal with. Suddenly getting consumed by negative thoughts or turning into some beast is not really high on his list.
Physical power really isn't as important to him as authoritative power anyway.]
These people managed to utilize it, before their containment units were breached, so we might be able to learn some useful information on that once we save their poor city. It would be rather useful if we had a modicum of control over nightmare energy, just for the sake of everyone here.
[He's so caring and thoughtful.]
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[Ferran presses his lips together in thought. Hans really is a forward thinker... he'll have to compliment the prince on that sometime, when it won't make his head explode.]
The Fae I know hate to owe anything to anyone... maybe getting saving them from themselves would make them talk about everything they've managed to set up.
[Meanwhile, Ferran has no qualms about admitting he'd only be helping for his own gain—or at least only the benefit of Reverein. Whatever happens to Orkili after this mess? Not his problem.]
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Well, excellent! We'll take all the knowledge that we can get from them, since you know, they'll owe us.
[He loves using people so A+.]
And then we can let them bleed out if you want. [He's about half-serious.]
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Like that would be an option if anybody else from Reverein was around.
[Somehow Ferran feels like the number of those with enough initiative to go to a nightmare-infested city and few enough morals to leave someone to die is very, very small.]
I wonder where the hell these people even came from, if they've been here long enough to even develop nightmare tech. Supposedly this place didn't evolve life on its own—unless those dream eaters were just lying, [in an irritated half-mutter:] which is always possible.
[Yep, he still has a grudge against the tapir too.]
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[In the same way it would probably be difficult to 'accidentally' hurt someone and get away with it. Of course, if you're good enough at pretending, people might believe you, but Hans thinks it's far too much effort for a grudge.]
The dream eaters probably lied. [He shrugs, not really bothered or surprised by the thought of it.] They probably didn't want to mention that an entire race of creatures managed to use nightmare energy as a source of power.
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[Ferran would have... well, he would've had a much more unpleasant time without those nosy people. Back to complaining about fae creatures, though, as it's one of his favorite pastimes...]
They sure didn't want us to venture out of town when we first showed up. Makes sense they'd be hiding more, for whatever bizarre reasons they might have...
[He doesn't expect for it to make sense; he's not giving them the benefit of the doubt for anything.]
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[It's certainly annoying when people shove their noses in his business, but guess that's also how he made a couple of friends here. Strange how that works, but maybe it's more strange that they still want to be around him despite his past misdeeds. Everyone get higher standards--]
Should we try to forcefully interrogate them too? [How fun.]
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That depends on how willing you are to face the consequences.
[He would be prepared—if he were interested in such a thing. He doesn't know if Hans would be, or if he could even shield the prince from retaliation properly.]
I don't know if it would be worth the effort, anyway. It could be they're just stupid.
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One thing at a time, and we'll certainly grab knowledge from the escapees when... you and the others go there. [Because he's definitely not going, 100%.
But with his tea finished, Hans slowly gets up from his seat and maneuvers himself over to Ferran, reaching with his hand to lightly grip his partner's chin.]
Don't get into too much trouble out there.
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I won't get into anything I can't get out of.
[Probably. He sounds confident enough, at least...]
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[He's not really either of those things-- but hey, despite his words, he would go out and save Ferran because... well, him being dead would be annoying okay. Even if it doesn't last in this world.
Hans would rather avoid extra angst and drama when possible, thanks.]