tampered | Log [ongoing]

When; Stems from this conversation.
Rating; G
Characters; Nill [

caged_song]] and Heine [

weisshaar], Dietrich [

innocent_ly].
Summary; After a month during which unfortunate events have happened in his leave, the knight reunites with his princess.
Log;

Of course she'd have moved to a new place. No one wants to live with a homocide, much less the one that took his life. It was a natural move. Except, Heine wondered how she can shuffle into anybody's abode with no qualms. Call it paranoia, call it caution, but not being careful about whom one deals with is just stupidly naive, and Heine is anything but that.

Aside from incredulous musings, the albino investigator was surprised that Nill was now in the same building as he. It made things easier now; he didn't have to deal with daylight ~~or being spotted by a certain someone~~. It wasn't long before he stood in from of Room #666, the same numerical stack-up of his apartment (B6, F6, R6). He hesitated a moment, mulling over what he should say, how he should react, before knocking. He frowned, grumbling at himself, when at length he tapped the wood with gloved knuckles.

And he waited.

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She had been sitting near the door, waiting. Just waiting. No. Not just waiting. She was waiting for someone. But that someone was not just anyone. Heine.

It was at moments like these that were so much like home. Nill could practically feel the cold marble floors, see the wooden benches-- they were called pews, weren't they? -- and hear Mister Priest's footsteps echoing throughout the whole church.

Then she heard it. The sound she had been waiting for. That knock. Heine's knock.

The girl moved quickly, gray feathers falling from her rotting wings, to the door and opened it.

Heine still wasn't good at this meeting people thing, especially a girl (who he knew was devoted to him), and especially since it's been quite a while. He still felt the betrayal, jealousy, and anger that emerged when Joshua came into the picture, stole her from him; though, he had to swallow his tongue and ask for that man's help, for Heine had more pressing matters, and Nill didn't seem bothered anyway.

Until one day while Heine was out of the City.

He saw her white skin, pale as ever, and her crystalline eyes, which...were sparkling. He thought she died, so...? Well, they'll have time to discuss that with her or someone else involved in the event. Regardless, for a rare moment, Heine looked down at her with sympathy and remorse. He couldn't protect her when she needed him the most.

Then he realized that he was staring too much--oops--and grunted, shifting his eyes as he scratched his neck in slight embarrasment.

"...hi. Did you wait long?"

Nill had caught it, that moment of sadness in his demeanor. It was but a moment but it made he want to reach out to him all the more. She wanted to call out his name although she knew she was no longer capable of it. Her voice was lost forever.

She shook her head lightly in response to the question.

After a pause, the girl tugged Heine's gloved hand lightly and then held out her hand in response. She missed their intertwined hands.

At her touch, Heine raised his brows and blinked, momentarily confused, but instinct reinstated itself and he curled his fingers over her hand, smiling softly.

Keeping his hold on Nill's small palms and thin fingers, Heine proceeded to inspect his, he could say, neighbor's, apartment. Wasn't shabby. Was more furnished and cleaner than his place. He shifted his head in an interior scan, walking around slowly.

"How long have you been here?"

His hand was warm and his hold was strong. It was as if there was nothing more reassuring than that very action.

Following around Heine around the room, Nill watched as he inspected the apartment. She lifted a finger. Then paused for a bit and changed to two fingers. 1-2. 12. That was how long she had been there. Twelve days. Nill wasn't very sure that she could make a 'D' with one hand.

This he was accustomed to, interpreting her sign language. Her answers were always simple, but her eyes always told something more, so he looked at her, wondering if that had been the relapsed time since her death...but she was alive. That was a delicate subject and he thought it best not to be touched now, so his only response was an confirming "ah."

Again, he directed his attention to the apartment, but this time he kept his eyes out for its owner.

As soon he heard Heine was going to drop by, Dietrich turned off the security system. It was a paranoid caution, but one that had saved his life many times. The way to avoid enemies to kill you was to kill them before they struck.

The apartment Dietrich lived in was built in a familiar way of his world. It resembled to a rich, noble German family during the Renaissance but with the alien touch of a faraway technology sneaking in the rich tapestries, the fine china and the bejeweled ornaments. There were beautifully crafted mechanical flowers made of gem stones that bloomed and wilt at sunlight to the tune of a song and an open all computer room in the back. There was a chair, visors, all monitors and cables everywhere. In all, Dietrich furnished his wide apartment as a reminder of his home.

He had been watching their meeting through the installed and well hidden camera system and chose to appear in the right moment without intrude.

“Ah Heine! We were waiting for you,” he said, coming from the kitchen with sliced apple pie on a plate for Nill. He was a casually dressed young man in his early twenties with brown hair and eyes, smiling with angelical features. “I’m Dietrich. Do make yourself home, hmm?”

Esther followed Dietrich a moment later from the kitchen, carrying a tray with another three servings of apple pie and a pot of tea for the rest of them. She only knew they were receiving a guest, a friend of Nill’s. Any friend of Nill’s is considered her friend as well. Though she was a little uncomfortable with the blonde’s appearance, Esther knew it was a curse. It was not as it could be helped… and it would be insensitive of her to mention anything about it.

She made her way over carefully, making sure not to trip over the cables and wires. She gave Heine a smile as she placed the tray down. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Heine. I am Esther Blanchett.” She left out the part where she was a nun from the Vatican… things have happened and she still needed time to sort through it.

His senses scientifically enhanced, the scent of the cinammon and apple pierced his nose with a sting. His left eye twiched, estranged that he hadn't smelled it earlier, although the mere existence of the pie was odd too. Heine wasn't a sweets person so he just looked at the dessert with disaste and hoped he wouldn't be served--

Too late.

Oh well, he'll just not eat it. It's not like he was obligated to eat...instead he nodded at the red-haired girl. Heine inhaled and inconscpicuously inched away from her, staying true to his gynophobia.

Woman drama aside, his vision refocused on Dietrich, the one now taking care of Nill. He wasn't very tall but quite thin, simply dressed, and rather feminine on the face. He looked nice but Heine never gave the benefit of the doubt, especially to a stranger; hosts are always put on their best suit when receiving guests.

"It's fancy," he said flatlined, then asked as his eyes wandered to the bedroom hallway, "Does anyone else live with you?"

“Thank you. My friend Radu lives with us too,” Dietrich replied, noticing how Heine moved away several inches when Esther appeared – a quirk worthy noting. “But he’s feeling in a very anti-social mood today. Serious personal matters caught him up.” He turned to Esther, leaning to take the tray himself. “Let me help you, Esther.”

Smiling, the Puppetmaster held a hand to the others. “Let’s move into the sitting room. Hm? We can be more comfortable sitting there.” He waited for Heine’s preference to know if he should lead the way or not.

"Angsting in his closet?" he rhetorically asked, cracking a smirk, but amusement passed over as soon as it came, and the whit-haired visitor shifted his weight, sticking a hand in his jacket pocket. "Lead the way."

Nill smiled at Mister Dietrich and Miss Esther's entrance. It had been extremely kind of them to take her in and she'd make it up to them somehow. Maybe baking? Maybe an apple pie...since Mister Dietrich seemed to really like them...

On that note, Mister Dietrich and Miss Esther had brought out some apple pie for everyone and it looked really yummy...b-but Heine didn't really like sweet things. She pondered helping him eat his share so he wouldn't have to eat too much of it but then again...eating all of hers was already hard, she got full really quickly.

Nill followed them into the sitting room while thinking apple pie thoughts.

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FAIL. TYPO SORRY.

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Guuuuuuh too late. REVISED and next person reply to post.

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