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Love is sick,
But we can try
        - Yellow [Pity Party]

[Yasir] [finf]
  They left Kestrana, Yasir taking them southwest. He didn’t know how to break the silence, or even what to say, but it was enough for him to glance over and find Oz still there, the wind tangling in his long hair and his gold chains dancing on his chest. His eyes looked alive, out here. Yasir hadn’t noticed it in the brothel - hadn’t known any better, frankly. But by contrast, it was clear that Oz wasn’t truly thriving in the heart of Kestrana’s pleasure district the way his outward appearance might suggest.

[Oz] [radioactivesmog]
  And off they went. Oz righted himself, and made a soft clicking sound, pressing his calves to Vetch’s side to trot a pace or two in front of Yasir, just enough to feel as if he were winning, whatever that meant in this situation. Oz closed his eyes, savoring the wind in his hair, the smells and sounds of the outside world completely soaking his senses. The brothel was comfortable but…a gilded cage is still a cage, and life outside its walls was something that Oz would always savor. Oz kept glancing over his shoulder, checking to make sure that Yasir was behind him, perhaps afraid that like their first morning, he’d simply vanish, that perhaps all of this was some elaborate daydream. Yet, Yasir was always behind him, And Oz rewarded him with little grins, his cheeks flushed, embarrassed by the joy this brought him.

Featuring Oz (RadioactiveSmog ), Yasir, Pope and Vetch (Finf )

Description
Love is sick,
But we can try
        - Yellow [Pity Party]

[Yasir] [finf]
  They left Kestrana, Yasir taking them southwest. He didn’t know how to break the silence, or even what to say, but it was enough for him to glance over and find Oz still there, the wind tangling in his long hair and his gold chains dancing on his chest. His eyes looked alive, out here. Yasir hadn’t noticed it in the brothel - hadn’t known any better, frankly. But by contrast, it was clear that Oz wasn’t truly thriving in the heart of Kestrana’s pleasure district the way his outward appearance might suggest.

[Oz] [radioactivesmog]
  And off they went. Oz righted himself, and made a soft clicking sound, pressing his calves to Vetch’s side to trot a pace or two in front of Yasir, just enough to feel as if he were winning, whatever that meant in this situation. Oz closed his eyes, savoring the wind in his hair, the smells and sounds of the outside world completely soaking his senses. The brothel was comfortable but…a gilded cage is still a cage, and life outside its walls was something that Oz would always savor. Oz kept glancing over his shoulder, checking to make sure that Yasir was behind him, perhaps afraid that like their first morning, he’d simply vanish, that perhaps all of this was some elaborate daydream. Yet, Yasir was always behind him, And Oz rewarded him with little grins, his cheeks flushed, embarrassed by the joy this brought him.

Featuring Oz (RadioactiveSmog ), Yasir, Pope and Vetch (Finf )