Like Raindrops to a Puddle [Private; Myra/Azul]

Ears flattened against the skull, amber eyes crossed the now empty courtyard. People hiding and running from the rain. A soft huff came from Azul as he hugged his cloak closer. His feet splashed through the puddles that had already formed. Normally, he'd be in his camping spot, making sure his makeshift tent wasn't flooding at this point. But he had classes to attend. A grimace on his face as he once against had to consider taking dorms. But it risked sharing with others. And he didn't really like others.

He didn't really deserve others. Certainly not considering his past actions.

A heave of his chest, followed by a condensced exhale as he moved in. Sinking deeper and deeper in the blue hood. His massive ears twitching at the fuss and noise. His gaze towards the floor, seemingly scared to look anyone in the eyes. The assumption was partly true. But his head was hung in shame and sorrow. He looked up momentarily, laying eyes on the massive set of doors and moving towards. Initially seeming to miss an old friend that had been seated there. A hand moved up to push the door open, before his head tilted slightly to look around, only now noticing his fellow faunus. A moment of hesitation and the hand resting against the door slowly slid down, rain trickling down his cloak.

There seemed to be relief in his eyes, joy even. Before he seemingly caught himself experiencing those. It died down again. He ripped his eyes away from Myra and pushed the door open, hurrying inside. Petrified to face his old friend. He had betrayed his friends and family, then he had betrayed the white fang.

He couldn't fathom what she'd think of him.

Her hand tugged on his coat. It stopped Azul dead in his tracks. A slow shiver crawling down his spine. He expected a smack in the face, an insult, anything. But those never came. His knuckles paled as hands gripped tightly on the handle of the door. Waiting for Myra to say anything. But nothing had been said for ten seconds, twenty seconds, almost a minute now. He was finally able to muster the courage to look her in the eyes. His ears drooped down. She was crying. Did she know what he had done? Was she aware of his plight during his years with the white fang. It weren't the eyes of someone judging or convicting him, no. But that didn't answer his question.

"I-.." His throat felt thick. He was at a loss for words. "I'm sorry," were the first words he managed to stammer. His hand moving over to wipe away the tear. But stopping halfway through, mere inches sky from her cheek. He reminded himself he didn't have the right to. A shiver went through his hand, before he lowered it again. A deep breath following. "It's-.." Again, the once speechcrafting and silver tongued Azul was at a loss for words. The same Azul that had regaled countless Faunus with strong tales and explained his artistic vibes with gusto. The same Azul that had no issue in speeching without any kind of preparation infront of a massive crowd. Was at a total loss of words. "I'm not who you remember me to be," the faunus whispered. His voice defeated, eyes dropping to the ground again.

Painted fingernails scratched into the wood of the door as he felt the tug on his cloak dissappear. And he averted his gaze again. Unable to bear looking her in the eyes any longer. His ears twitched at the movement and a flinch traveled through him as Myra suddenly grabbed him from behind in a soft hug. Another shiver down his spine, instincts crying out hysterically. If anything, he had been shying away from physical touches lately. They were unexpected and straight out frightening. He felt as if he couldn't breath, but he couldn't struggle against either.

It was then that the soft whisper reached him, his ears drooped down again. More at ease now. Though, as he had feared. He had abandoned her. And not only her, but everyone he knew and loved in Menagerie. A stupid child made delusional with dreams of grandeur. How foolish he was.

"I-.." He swallowed his words, thickly so. Closing his eyes as a soft huff came from him. "I can't make that promise, Myra," he stated. His head thumping against the wooden door. He chewed on the bottom of his lip, drawing a trickle of blood, a darker shade of crimson than the lipstick he had on. "I don't want to break another promise.."

As soft arms moved away, digits sliding down the fabric of his coat, he couldn't help but feel defeated. Myra had let go of him. It was what he wanted, it was what he deserved. A desolated individual, a tireless gaurdian that operated from the shadows. He had spent the past years looking for fame and recognition, now the name Kr0ne was nothing but a mark of shame and sorrow. Along with the crossed through white fang tattoo, it was what marked him a pariah. Those thoughts however, were pushed aside as soon as Myra also pushed herself between the door and Azul. Forcing him to look in those blue eyes of her. Along with that weird snake tail of hers. And he still tried to dodge the eye to eye contact. Feline eyes finding any location to slump down to that wasn't her eyes. Though the hands on his shoulders were assuring, warm in gesture. And mixed thoughts began to seep in.

"Don't," he protested finally. Calling a halt to all the thoughts that shouted out, the voices that discussed. Everything was silenced. A hand moved up to grasp at her wrist. "Don't once follow me," he warned, though where voice lacked threat, promise came through. After all, the first time he ventured out, he was abused, defeated and had to run. Misery had ensued the instant he struck out on his own. "It didn't end well the first time," what reasons did he have to believe it would end properly the second time?

Arms moved around his waist and he was pulled in a hug again, a soft huff escaped his nostrils as he rested his chin on Myra's head and closed his eyes briefly. Maybe, maybe there was a light of hope. Maybe he was allowed to at least have her. Train together, grow stronger.

It was indeed way more appealing than what he had now. "Alright," he murmured under his breath. "Let's.. Do just that, it'll be easier with the two of us, after all."

"I was stupid," he only responded. "They blinded me. And I fell right in." He smirked faintly. "I was happy at first. Then they started asking more and more." His eyes closed as the thoughts seeped in. As a shiver crawled down his spine, the flinching more than obvious to Myra in the embrace. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, ears flattening against his skull in distress. The scolding was correct. He couldn't really say anything else.

"I missed you too, y'know." He sighed slowly. "As much as I tried to tell myself otherwise." He released Myra again and stepped back slightly, both due to his sides being poked and make conversation easier. Though it seemed a silence now hung in the air. He wanted to say something again, but was rather pulled in a hug, flinching slightly again.

"Do.. You have a dorm room?" He asked, before looking down at her slightly. "Since. Y'know.. I don't," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head, letting out an awkward chuckle/

To say he was genuinely sorry, was an understatement. Though she'd come to understand the gravity of this the ensuing nights. "Yeah, I just need to get some things from my camp," and break up the rest. Prefferably torch it or throw it in a river, since he knew people were watching. The white fang was still looking for him, or so he thought. A general distrust for other faunus. A complete distrust to humans. It wasn't easy to pick up the pieces. But he wroughtt this upon himself. He just had to make do now.

He brushed her hand off again, surpressing the giggle that would otherwise follow from her poking, just like he did when he was little, before his arm was grabbed and he was pulled through the school. About to protest he still had a class in session. But he refrained from doing so. If anything, he relaxed in the grip. And just let Myra take him away to her dorm. As soon as they were inside, Azul moved towards the window, pushing it open and looking out. He nodded to himself with a soft hum, before glancing back at Myra. "You're sure you want me here?" He asked frowning slightly. "You don't need to feel obliged to."

He glanced down from the window, leaning out, his large purple braid dropping out from underneath the hood and swaying ever so slightly in the wind. Second floor, he glanced around a bit to notice that there were several relatively easy routes up into the room. He checked the window itself. Able to be opened from the outside, he'd need to get a padlock for it. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, before turning around and asking the ill-fated question. One that got him an immediate glare, two of them even. Two sets of eyes staring his poor soul down as she approached. And he didn't really find it in himself to move, just cock his head sidewards as she approached, curiously so. One hand moving up to tuck the braid back in his hood, ears twitching at each step Myra took in her approach.

The series of pokes and jabs made him snort, giggle and attempt to deflect, not nescessarily in that order and not nescessarily were this actions made seperately. Though he didn't expect the shove, both due to being preoccupied with trying to deflect Myra's attack as well as just not expecting it at all. He grabbed Myra's arm on his way down, hoping to keep his balance, but most likely just pulling her down with. His back smacking on the matress. Her teasing got a reaction she probably hadn't expected. The mighty, well versed in speech craft and legendary silver tongued Azul was blushing of all things. "A bed isn't.. Nescessary," he assured, before taking a deep breath. "I've been sleeping on the floor most of the time since I left Menagerie." He glanced to the side, avoiding Myra's gaze, as well as trying to ignore the red that crawled on his cheeks. "I'm not really keen on being registered in a dorm.. Though you can always request extra blankets," he murmured, scratching his cheek awkwardly. Before looking back to her, letting out an awkward giggle. "I'm sorry- I don't think I'd be able to sleep in a bed with anyone else either." It wasn't that he didn't trust Myra, completely opposite even. It was just that he didn't feel comfortable in too much comfort. Sleeping on the ground made for a very light sleeper. That and they had both considerably grown in multiple facets. He had grown to a pretty guy, she had grown to a beautiful woman.

And that made him easier aware when someone was messing with their door, or messing with the window. The last thing he wanted was for Myra to suffer any consequences he would eventually face.

"Well, it's the ground, or it's getting a bed in here for no reason and me sleeping on the floor an hour after going to bed," he disputed, scratching his cheek awkwardly. Though it seemed Myra was quick to accept his other reasoning. His unwillingness to be recorded in a dorm. Without questioning it, which led to at least some relief. Not just to explain Myra the horrid things he had done, but also for himself. That he didn't need to get caught up with everything again. He'd rather let it all rest and forget about it for the day.

He sat up slowly, crawling next to Myra and sitting down, putting an arm around her shoulder and just sighing. Pulling her a tad closer. Resting his head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, squeezing her shoulder softly. "I'll make it up to you," he glanced at the window. "Somehow," he promised. Not only Myra, but himself. The reflection he saw in the window, before focussing on the rain that was still pouring down. His eyes suddenly became incredibly big. "Oh crap. My stuff." He jumped up, looking at Myra, before back at the rain that was still pouring down. "I forgot to close my damn tent!" He moved over to the window and opened it up, before leaping out and crawling down. In a way that would make anyone watching think he'd be a monkey faunus, rather than a fox.

And rushing into the forest he did, trusting Myra would follow him. Even if she didn't, he had to get his things back.