ꜱ1ᴇ2　　lounge

@✠　Reina Thor @✠　Demitri Gautier After carefully tucking his phone away, Youngmi anxiously explained to his current dance partner that he wanted to go and see some friends for a little while. He'd excused himself with an angelic grin and shining eyes, though his gaze swiftly became more drawn in as he slunk away to find the quiet space. He greeted the familiar Norse Goddess with a nod and then followed apprehensively. He'd never encountered the ghost in such a state, so he let Reina lead. She seemed to know more than he did on the situation.

The angel smiled gently as he offered his hands, fingers spread and palms up to show there was nothing of harm clutched in them. He'd feel awful if he'd come in and ended up making it worse for the ghost. "Reina is right, we're just here to talk, sit down with you for a little bit, if you would be alright with that sir."

"But no, we wouldn't want to kill you. We're friends, right?" Youngmi offered another smile, full of warmth and care. His arms itched - it was as regular instinct to want to hold anyone he felt might need it, but he could tell very easily in this situation it would most likely only distress the ghost more. "Is it alright if we come to sit down with you sir? If you'd be more comfortable, we can stay right here and let you have your space!" He was even trying to keep it down on his usual enthusiasm. He stood straight, but with his shoulders relaxed, his hands remaining stretched similarly like the shorter woman's beside him.

Quite cautiously, with a readiness to step back if the advance gave Demitri further discomfort, Youngmi took a little step forward, then paused once again.

@✠　Lee Youngmi @✠　Demitri Gautier ↳ ᴍᴀʏ 31, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: offended - call me karizma

Squirreling her phone away, Reina Thor drains the rest of her whiskey and slips down from her barstool, tossing her dark hair back over her shoulder and waving to catch Klahan's attention. She gestures in the direction of the lounge to let him know where she'll be, and when he nods, she sets off toward the room she'd told Demitri she and Youngmi would meet him in. She meets the angel at the door, and she's the one who opens it—cautiously. Reina knows enough about Demitri to know to exercise some caution when he's in such a state.

"We are," she answers, her voice soft and gentle as she reaches out to take his hand. She doesn't want to accidentally trigger Demitri—she doesn't want to make him feel cornered.

Unfortunately, she sees his face darken as he suddenly snatches his hands back, distrust and suspicion written in his features. Reina maintains her peaceful expression, though her mind is racing as she tries to think of ways to ground and root her comrade.

"We aren't your enemies," she begins, holding her hands out with her palms facing up to show that she means no harm, that she holds no weapons. "We weren't sent here to kill you, either. We agreed to meet you here and keep you company, sir, do you remember that?"

She doesn't point out that Demitri is already dead and it would be rather pointless for them to try and kill him. Reina could probably banish a spirit, but she would never want to do that—especially if that spirit was one of Eden's seconds in command.

Reina moves no closer, but she continues to maintain the position of holding her hands out, posture non-threatening, gazing up at the ghostly king—all of the Dream Guard towered over her so easily, and for what?—and hoping that they can help him.

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@✠　Reina Thor @✠　Lee Youngmi ( ) warning: mental illness

in a miserable state unbefitting of his previous title as king or his current title with the dream guard, demitri followed the wall with his palm until he finally met with the doors to the lounge. while the emptiness of the room welcomed him, the wails in agony of the dead failed to cease within his mind. he clutches his ears before collapsing onto his knees. "father!" he shouts, tears threatening to spill as he desperately reaches out to the many figures he envisions surrounding him.

he winces as the nonexistent shouting grows unintelligible, yet the shrill rage in their voices is nonetheless terrifying. "i will avenge you yet!" he makes a failed attempt at touching his father moments after the desperate determination across his mien is replaced with pure misery. his forehead then falls to the floor. passerbys observe from a distance, having assumed the guard's second in command was humiliating himself by sobbing against the tile. instead, his gaze was fixed on a place beyond the floor, remaining as stoic as he once was in his final moments as king.

upon youngmi and reina's entrances, he lifts himself from the floor. his gaze sharpens to a harsh glare beyond if he were simply scrutinizing them for stepping out of conduct. something wasn't... right.

"you both... are alive?" he asks. he reaches forward as if to take their hands into his, yet he suddenly returns his hands to his sides as if he had noticed something wrong about the other guards. his countenance darkens as he struggles to determine what's real. his voice lowers by an octave before he continues, "it can't be. it can only mean you're another enemy. were you sent here to kill me?"

for the first time in centuries, he dares to stand tall, carrying a debonair attitude befitting only a young king. he then gruffly demands, "answer me."