“I appreciate the gesture.” Azuel responded, leaning in slightly. He mulled over his next words, using the tea to pause the conversation.

“Yes. I suppose this is the first time somebody close to me has actually… passed away, strange though that might sound. I was too young when my mother-” He ...

“Thank you. Now, it should first be acknowledged that my behavior at the hospital was unacceptable.” He had envisioned this conversation in his head innumerable times, attempting to predict all the myriad ways it might go. Azuel put the cup to his lips and sipped the tea. With a tone uncommonly ...

I might need to object at Azuel looking "more constipated than usual" because while he doesn't have many strengths, controlling his expression in social situations is one of them. I can see where you'd have gotten the idea though; the last couple weeks have been emotionally extreme enough to ruin ...

“Very well. It would be a shame to waste good tea.” Azuel replied. He followed her into the kitchen. Azuel’s watched her reaction closely, and was pleased to note the small smile as evidence of a successful opening. For now, he was content to wait until tea was served.

As soon as Azuel saw her face, the feelings he had encountered last time bubbled up from the most malignant parts of his soul. He was expecting them, and tempered them with the rational parts of his mind that yet remained. He nodded and walked inside; however, when Ivone went to fetch tea, he ...

Anyone who witnessed Azuel marching down the road would have assumed him to be heading to a funeral. He reflected that there was no shortage of those as of late. He had attended no less than four personally. Two of them had been unknown to him, but he had felt obligated to be there. He couldn’t ...

Should we consider a timeskip? For a couple hours or until the next day, maybe?

When she stood tall and proud, Azuel felt a lance of fear work through his body. The frail illusion of strength his anger had given him shattered when she did not respond with fear or hatred. His hands lost their fists and he took a single step backwards. He resembled nothing so much as a startled ...

Azuel turned and stared at her as she addressed him. He remained dead silent and kept his eyes narrow, his overall posture slightly hunched. He could hear Ivone leaving, which distracted him from parts of Renee’s words.

Without full comprehension of what she had said, when she finished he was left ...

I'm just having trouble deciding how Azuel will react because this is a really interesting situation, but I'll get to it! It's at the top of my priority list now.

I'm not quite certain what Azuel will do next, so if you'd like to post I'd welcome the stimulus! Barring any action on Renee's part he'd probably storm out of the building in frustration over his inability to visibly infuriate Ivone. While I've been toying around with the notion of him demanding to ...

I lied. It didn't blow over. Sorry for the wait, by the way. It's been heck over here.

Uh, sorry. This probably won't end well. I hope I didn't just derail anything serious?
Also, I did a little bit of shoving around Ivone. If that's not okay, let me know.

I considered replacing Azuel's last ...

The hospital faded from Azuel’s focus. For all his perception, the only part that his mind consciously understood was Ivone, crushed between his hands. The tears which had fallen from her face now dampened his shirt, just above the delicate hand which still retained a frail grasp on his clothing’s ...

I say I'm not going to post frequently, and I post a big one instead. Go me, using my time responsibly. In my defense, this came surprisingly easy to me so it was quick for its size.

Azuel's fit will probably blow over by the next post. His poor little heart can't take this!

She began reaching into the medical records. Azuel’s eyes were glued to every movement, as if looking away would spell his sister’s death. Her hands opened the cabinet with an agonizingly slow creak. Her fingers moved like spiders across the alphabetized folders, slowing working their way to the ...