Long Overdue Explanation of a Deplorable Act

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Blunt found himself wandering the camp outside of the Grounded Dungeon lost in thought. He was battered and bruised…but mostly confused. The strange feeling in his stomach that had been plaguing him had not let up. But know at least he knew why. He just didn’t know what to do about it. Blunt had watched himself slowly transform from an effortless flirt, to someone saying and doing things with a sense of sincerity that he had never known before. The division bothered him. And the only two people he felt he could talk about it with…were the very two people it concerned. One of them…had already walked away to be with the King…again. While the other…the one he had perhaps said less about but thought just as frequently of…he now saw sitting not to far away from him. Blunt didn’t know what he wanted… But he did know he needed a friend in that moment. Akkey saw Blunt ease himself down next to her with a wince, hissing a little as he rested a hand on his knee.
Finally seeing a chance to get off her feet, Akkey had sat down off to the side as people busied themselves with the aftermath of the battle. She stayed there unmoving for a long while, feeling the fatigue washing over her. She only glanced up at Blunt when he settled beside her, an eyebrow raising at his grimace, “You alright?” she asked softly.
An exhale rushed out from between Blunt’s lips as he waved a hand at the scene of recovery before them. “By some miracle…I think so.” He reached out a hand to place around the side of her head, giving a quick glance to see if she had any lasting injuries. “You…?”
“Fine,” she answered a little too quickly. She turned her head away from him to look at where her hand hovered near her abdomen. It ached, as did everything else, but luckily Hunter patched it up well. The scar would never go away, though. “I’m fine,” she said again, gentler this time. She flicked her eyes back up at Blunt to stare at him, remembering his promise of an explanation after their fight with Eir, “So is it time for tea?”
Blunt smacked his lips once as he looked about the area before them again. Even though Hel had provided more than mere tunnels and caves for them prior to her departure, it would still be some time before everyone was recovered enough to set up their shops and stands again. Nevertheless, that didn’t have to stop them from getting a fire and kettle going. “Indeed…” He declared as he stood up and stretched. “I’ll get some wood.”
“Okay,” she exhaled as she also got to her feet and started for the kitchen, “I’ll grab the rest.”
Soon the two found themselves seated at a makeshift table, a mug of hot tea cupped in each of their hands. Blunt gave a slow, whistle like exhale. “So…” he said, thankful that the conversation had turned to something a little easier to talk about. “Where should I start?”
Akkey frowned into her drink, knees drawn close to her chest. A thick silence hung in the air for a moment, punctuated only by an occasional call from the one rebels to another. “Why’d you leave,” she asked quietly.
Because I wanted to prove everyone wrong… Blunt thought of the rebels ,who trusted him. Of Orakaf, who thought he would betray them. Of the other rebels who didn’t trust him, that he surprised. Everyone…for whatever reason… Of course, Blunt wasn’t sure how to say all that. But he ventured forward anyway. “I uh…I was dealing with a lot of conflict of interests.” He ducked his head as he remembered his grandfathers words the last they spoke. looks like there are two heavy things I need to ask her ow… “Can I tell you something?” Blunt asked meekly.
She glanced towards him, her thumb resting idly on the rim of her cup as the drink warmed her cold hands, “Of course.”
Blunt pretended to to cool his drink, but really it was to disguise an exhale of nervousness. “I…I never really came to the rebellion with any honest intentions…Basically you were right about me, right to be suspicious.” He took a careful sip, his foot tapping on the ground. “I came here to…do a lot of bad things actually. None that I ever could go through with though. On that list of things was stealing, and I guess in some ways…I tried to do that when I left…”
She sighed deeply, dipping her head back to peer up at the sky. A million thoughts ran in her head, and she wanted to… scream, or kick herself, or something, but she was just too tired to move. “So why didn’t you?” she continued in the same tone.
“Well…” Blunt rubbed the back of his neck. He once again wondered how he could describe his inexplicable drive to prove everyone wrong about what he was like. He didn’t know how. Not yet at least. But then another thought came to his mind, two actually. The same two thoughts he had starting this conversation, only in a different light. “I realized…I had made friends…real ones…for once.”
Akkey saw Blunt’s gaze drift away as if he were trying to process this reasoning as much as she was. “I remember, the day I smoked a bowl with Stonegit, and the day I tucked you in. And how he said he had never received such a birthday surprise, and how you said no one had ever told you how much of an exemplary friend you were before…
"And…as I was pulling things around to rob you…I suddenly realized I wanted to do what I was about to do to help you. So I used the dragon nip and supplies to get Port Krum warriors over here to aid in the war. Of course…” Blunt suddenly looked sheepish. “I didn’t tell anyone about that sudden change of plans cause…I’m a scoundrel.”
She was holding her drink close to her face, and she could feel the vapours warming her cheeks… or maybe it was something else. Him bringing up the day she got back from Purgatory gave her a start. “Idiot,” she mumbled to herself, taking a big gulp of her drink and burning her tongue in the process. “You definitely are.” she said, a little louder, a slight smirk on her face, “Have you explained to Stonegit yet?”
“Um…not really.” Blunt admitted. “But he and I are good. I can give him the details later.” He pressed his lips together, and tapped the mug on the table a few times in thought.
Akkey leaned her cheek against her hand, letting the quiet settle as she sorted out her own thoughts. Her gaze drifted to him. She thought she would be reacting differently than this, but literally barely surviving a world ending battle can change things. “I mean, your timing was amazing,” she admitted, “Those damn dolls were overwhelming us.” “Just tell people next time. Especially your… friends.” she said with a grin.
Blunt looked at her, and although he wasn’t sure why he needed to reaffirm what he was about to say, he knew he needed to so. “When I told you how much you meant to me…I meant every word of it Akkey. Honestly, I don’t know why you bothered to be the friend that you have been to me…but I hope you know that in the face of any of my ill intentions, and despite all my lies…that was never one of them. And I can’t say that to everyone I care about now…”
Her fingers paused on her cheek, watching him and considering her words very carefully. She nodded simply and fondly, “Thanks.” But in it held the weight of her trust, the leap of faith she chose to take to believe him despite all adversities that she had literally just lived through in the past months, and he could tell by the way she looked at him.
Blunt nearly blurted out his inner most thoughts right then. The feelings finally coming to clear thoughts and might have also been words. But Akkey’s single word, and the feelings behind it, stopped him. He knew now, he really liked Stonegit, and he really liked Akkey. It was the reason his thoughts always wandered and stomach turned in that little, almost giddingly way when he was with them…but he loved what he had with them more. Orskaf’s image, the rumors of Hemlock and Dust. The trials they had been through. The found families, both new, and old ones thought to have been lost. In the face of all that, the last thing anyone needed was crush from the likes of him. Not when that crush already loved both of them, and their friendship, deeper than he had ever, actually, loved anyone or anything before. Blunt looked strained. He was so used to talking, easily as well. But now he found himself at a loss for words as these truths became apparent in his mind.
Akkey watched his face fold into a pained expression, and she worriedly sat up, “Are you okay?” she leaned towards him, “What’s wrong? Does something hurt?”
Blunt met her eyes for a silent minute, and then drummed his fingers. “Oh…I’m thoughtful is all. I think the battle and adrenaline has gotten to a few of my associates…” he spread his hands and gave a smirk. “You see…I have two people that just begging to go out with me and they’re nice, nice looking and so on…but I don’t want to wrong either of them, shocker right?” He paused to rub his chin. “Well…I’m not entirely sure what to do about it." 
"I wonder sometimes why I worry about you,” she wrinkled her nose in usual amusement, “That’s called being a decent person, Sir Blunt. I don’t know how I can help you with that, though, I’m not exactly the most experienced in that regard.”
Blunt had many lovers in his past… But he hadn’t had many friends…and no real, true ones to boot. He had already acted a fool regarding Stonegit, in some attempt to prove himself more desirable than Haddock. And honestly speaking he doubted he would do much to curb that. He wanted to start doing the same for Akkey as well, as far as desirability was concerned. But he knew now…that perhaps both…were going to be beyond him. Two inexperienced and hurt people that had tucked themselves right into his cold, calculated heart. A decent person indeed… He reached out a hand and held hers for a moment. “Well miss Akkey I think you have.” I never want to lose these two…and for once…I think it’s because I care more about them…than I do about myself… “I think I’ll focus on being a decent person…if you could believe it.”
Under usual circumstances she would’ve scoffed and snatched it away, but something compelled her to stay her hand where it was, cold fingers against warm. She smiled gently, “That’s great. I’m rooting for you.”
Blunt kept hold for a moment longer, and then let his hands slip away. She likely has a lot of family to catch up with…people to reunite with…events to process… He stood with a mighty stretch, realizing that he had much of the same to do as well…minus that first part that is. “Well then Miss Akkey…” He took a few steps away, and then turned his head around with a wink. “Drop by sometime after a build myself a house?”
She gave a quick sniff and grinned back, taking a big gulp of her tea, “I suppose I can make some time for you. There better be cake waiting for me when I do.”
Blunt let the winking eye slowly open. “Three tiers.” He assured and then, with a slightly awkward wave lacking his usual elegance, he trudged off into the mingling crowd of recovering rebels.
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