Closed(ish) | Guarding Mr. Daisy

[lotusmesenpai]

Who: Sion, Lavi, Kanda & anyone they meet at the Summit
Where: Springhill Compound, Peace Summit
When: W6D2 - D6
Summary: Guarding Sion during the summit should be an easy warrant. Unfortunately, nothing with Sion is ever actually E A S Y.
Restrictions/Warnings: Kanda's fine command of language, as usual.

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W6D2 - For Sion

[lotusmesenpai]

[Later than they'd intended, but they'd arrived without incident to the set of suites allotted to Sion and his guards - not much. Two sleeping rooms, a bath, and a central sitting room.

They'd split once inside, Lavi to check the bath and the room designated for them and Kanda the sitting room and Sion's. After a long moment, he poked his head out the door and waved Sion in before disappearing back in once again to go through the closet more thoroughly.]

Everything seems to be in order, Sion, but there are a few places left to check, just to be sure.

[Once he can hear the other's footsteps enter the room, he calls back over his shoulder, the perpetual scowl still in place.]

...I don't get it. You're high enough in the Company to have commissioned a security detail. So why'd you ask for us specifically?

[sunderings]

[ Humble, the quarters assigned to their party of three, the space evocative of a blank canvas; the bare bones of a loom, ever a reminder that it is here at Spring Hill Compound where hope for a brighter future will be painted, the tapestry binding sister moons together in strength woven anew, and...! That even so unvarnished a location, plain and guileless to the eye, might house threats of its own, for there are those in the Quad who would wish to see the summit fail, and perhaps on a more personal level, see the Director himself fall.

(As he almost had during the riots which had set the wheel of good-will into motion.)

Still, where there is a scowl upon Kanda's face, there is a smile upon Sion's own, the Director shifting his weight to the toebox of his boots so that he might have height enough to peer over the other man's shoulder and into the void of the closet.

It seems clear—there are no bugs, no monsters in sight. ]

Truly, did you not expect for me to take you up, upon your offer? [ Falling back a step, he sets his luggage down, a hand raising to his lips to muffle the sound as he clears his throat, commencing with his best impression of the other man's voice in three, two, one...!!: ] "You can request us for a contract any time."

[ Or so it had been said. (And that impression had been terrible, hadn't it? Sion is left wincing in the aftermath!!) ]

Though, if you are after a honest answer... [ Sobering with a shake of his head, he speaks his next words easily: ] ...I trust you.

[ And as much should be of no true surprise, even after all this time. Sion's heart... it hasn't changed. ]

[lotusmesenpai]

[Such an optimist, Sion. Where one expects something progressive, something to replace a hope robbed from so many, Kanda knows better.

In his experiences, greed and vice rarely give way to provide for the dredges of humanity.

In this, their perceptions of how far humanity will go to redeem itself is like that of a star shining bright (Sion) and a moon lost in the shadows away from a sun (Kanda). So excuse him while Kanda's inspection is more in-depth than Sion expects - this is a Company provided facility, and he does not trust them not to use the most invasive means of surveillance the Nine can provide.

That immitation of his voice, however, has Kanda drawing back to shoot Sion a distinctly unamused look.]

I had a brain plague then. Can't be held accountable for saying something so stupid. Idiot.

[And then the white-haired idiot had to go and be all sincere again, the honestly of those words ringing all too true between them, and Kanda sighs - right before stepping closer and flicking Sion lightly against the shoulder.]

I've told you this already, but you should stop wearing your heart here. It's gonna get stabbed one day... and I can't always be there to protect the damn thing.

1/2

[sunderings]

[ !! Mayday, mayday, he's been s t r u c k, sustaining colossal (debilitating, irreparable) damage to the humerus by way of (well-intentioned) shoulder-flick. Suddenly, the Director is beset by a flurry of questions: can such a brazen attack go unanswered? Could he, Sion Astal, ever abide by a world where he (his heart) is to be protected by others (by Kanda, by his dearest of friends)? And more than that, why is it only just now that the suspicion he'd held since the day their paths had crossed again—the notion that Kanda had been unwell during their voyage to Leith—is being confirmed?! Kanda, you callous (surprisingly compassionate), abrasive (honest), shoulder-flicking (warmly affectionate) j e r k (friend).

A hand lifting to his shoulder, Sion touches his fingertips to the spot where Kanda's touch had been with a fond almost-reverence for the man, a soft smile playing upon his lips before warmly gold eyes flick up, seeking out clear-cut blue: ]

Aren't you worrying just a little too much? [ My, my. ] Perhaps that brain-plague has stuck around with you.

[ It isn't so often that Sion is less formal and by far more childish, save for when he is most at ease (and when he so happens to be in the company of a good friend). Though Sion had known the doting love, companionship and care, of two elder siblings, he'd hardly the chance to be at play when serving as a chess piece—a pawn to be moved about at the hand of an overbearing father. And then, he'd been delivered into the hands of the military, a place where--...

He'd met Kanda and felt somehow kindred to him, deciding that (at the time) what Kanda (Sion himself) had been most of need of had been a constant (smiling, annoying, steadfast and true) friend.

That hand which had reached out to Kanda on the day when they'd first met had refused to waver, and even now, in the present where Sion pokes the other man just beneath the collarbone—there, where the flesh sinks in toward the heart—it does not. ]

2/2

[sunderings]

Rely on me, this time. [ Okay? Though Sion draws back, his touch falling away, it doesn't seem he'll take no for an answer, stubborn as he is. True, Kanda is here for the sake of acting as the Director's security detail, but that doesn't mean Sion cannot do his best to protect the man in turn, even outside the bounds of the summit and its compound. ] Regardless of what might come to pass, and however many shoulder-flicks I may have to endure, I will be all right.

[ With a shake of his head (a toss of white-as-snow hair), the Director sets his sights upon his luggage, retrieving something nestled atop several changes of clothes (and rightfully so!). ]

Do you not remember what I said, on the way to Leith? I want to change everything, and more than that--...

[ And then, there is a graceful extension of the soba-noodle package to the other man, the gesture coupled with a loft of brow, a seamless cant of head. ]

I have people to be strong for, too.

[ People like you is implicitly said, with the way gold eyes catch and hold to blue. ]