His eyes narrowed, watching the Fae during his sudden rebellion. That was a new response, one Kohaku had not quite expected. It wasn’t normal for Cecil to outright deliberately disobey. He never liked Kohaku’s commands and suggestions, but he never acted like this, no matter how much he looked like a child throwing a tantrum. It was…intriguing, to say the least. Kohaku said nothing, only continued to watch as the Fae set to work, the cold brush of his shoulder as Cecil stomped by completely ignored.
The more Kohaku observed Cecil the more he learned. Not only about what kind of person he was, but the potential he had within. He was strong willed with firm beliefs. There was no denying that he had plenty of downfalls, but those could easily be outweighed by his strengths, if he learned how to use them properly. He was stubborn, and lacked experience, but when it came to Nelanna he was different in some ways. He would do anything for her, but he was too inexperienced to learn how. That, Kohaku supposed, was something that Cecil needed to be taught.
By now the fox had already realized that Cecil was not going to let Nelanna go. He was tired of being hurt, pushed away and left behind. It was that pain that finally made him step up for himself, and not just now. The whole time Kohaku had known Cecil he was standing up, just in a different way, one that was harder to notice until now. He refused to let go of what he loved and needed, which was Nelanna. And if Kohaku were honest, Cecil’s resolve was quite impressive. He was gradually changing as well. Nelanna was changing him. After meeting her, Cecil finally had the gall to defy his father, which in itself is proof that Cecil is willing to fight for Kohaku’s dear Master. However, when he thought he’d lost Nelanna, Cecil’s reaction was quite disappointing. Even though Nelanna was in his mind the whole time he grieved, not once did he truly think about her. He was caught up in self pity, wondering why he keeps getting hurt and losing those he loves. He didn’t think about what Nelanna would want for him after her death.
So yes, he had many downfalls. But already he has shown that he can change for the better. If he won’t let go of Nelanna, then he will have to become someone who can protect her, make sure she will never get hurt again.
So, after the chores within the Cottage were finished, Kohaku changed his clothing in his room on the highest floor. His samurai kimono was tossed aside, replaced by more tight, elvish styled attire. It was mostly black, with silver trims and golden patterns across the shirt. Knee high boots were put on as well, and a belt around his hips with both of his sheathed katanas. The outfit was completed as he pulled his hair back, excluding his bangs, and put into a high, messy ponytail. The results made him appear like some kind of elf noble with the more expensive clothing, a quite impressive look mind you.
Finally, he made his way outside where Cecil was feeding Jade Vine. He stopped a few feet away before the Fae noticed his presence, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting his weight to one leg. Silently, he listened to what Cecil was saying to the mare, deciding not to reveal his presence quite yet.
There was an understanding as the fox eavesdropped, his face softening at Cecil’s words. He knew exactly what Cecil was feeling, his love for Nelanna, his desperate desire to be loved in return, to be wanted and needed. Kohaku saw resemblances between himself and Cecil that were so close it was uncanny, almost frightening. He supposed that’s why he was always so hard on the boy. He had experienced the same things, felt the same way, and Kohaku wasn’t proud of the way he handled it all. He felt so angry seeing Cecil walking down that same regretful path, no room for pity. But most of all, he had a strong desire to change the course fate had set. He couldn’t change the things he had done, but he could try to keep Cecil from making the same mistakes before it was too late. For Cecil’s sake.
“You two are getting along quite well. I always knew she liked children,” Kohaku joked, the first sign in days that his old self might be returning. Finally, he had his mind on other, more distracting things. “Once you’ve finished feeding her, there’s something I need to speak with you about.” His eyes became more firm, showing that whatever he needed to say was important.
