Author's Note:
Ok so, this is the first RO fic I've ever posted online, I'm going to try and make updates as I go, but break them up into smaller pieces so that I can update more often rather than 10 pages/chapter at a time. (They will of course be longer than this intro) I'm doing this more on a whim than as a project so I hope it turns out ok just the same.
Please note that this IS a yaoi story. Though there will be some het in here the main story is not. Put on your big kid underwear and deal with it or turn back now.
I also think it's worth mentioning that the rating might go up on this fic later on; depending on how I feel it should go. This will depend on how the story goes, how gutsy I feel and what you guys like (reviews make the world go 'round). If it starts to get a bit high for rules I will simply direct you to the "AFF" version.
Obligatory Disclaimer I do not own Ragnarok Online, Gravity and so forth (probably all for the best). Characters are owned by me and my friends.
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Intro: Alone in a Cold Place
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"Love, isn't something you can just… make up. How can you put your heart into something that isn't really there? Without heart, your song has no meaning. Without meaning, you have no power. Without power, all you have are words. It can't be done, you can't do it."
"I can…"
"Sing of the rain. Sing of the sun and the moon and the stars… Sing of what you know."
"I can…"
"You can not sing a love song without someone to sing it to! It has no heart, no meaning and no power!"
"…"
"You are just another fool with a violin."
Dominique sat silently and stared at the empty words that bled down the page he huddled over in his lap. The words of the other man dug deeply into his chest and choked out whatever fleeting confidence he had left in himself. The cloaked figure beside him shifted his weight, blotting out what little light the streetlamp spared the young bard. The rain had soaked through Dom's cloths and he had long since lost the feeling in his fingertips. He dropped the empty pen into the gutter below him and leaned further over his page to protect it from the rain. It hurt. It felt icy and stifling and crippling… and it wasn't the rain.
Dominique could hear the man beside him sigh and barley felt a hand fall lightly on his numb back. He tried to coil away, but his body wouldn't budge.
"Come inside, out of the rain" He heard the man offer in a gentler tone than before.
"I don't need your sympathy." Dom hissed through clenched teeth.
"Maybe not, but you do need a roof over your head and food in your stomach."
Dominique couldn't think of a retort, his brain had become as numb as his fingers.
"As a traveler you should take a kind hand when it's offered to you. You will not find it often." The man stated in a low, mater of fact tone.
The bard knew this to be true. His travels had been lonely and the cities had been unkind to him in such trying times. He bit down hard on the skin beside his thumbnail. He couldn't feel his teeth sinking into his flesh, but he could feel the warmth of his blood as it pooled around his nail.
"There's a tavern not far from here, come have a drink with me." The cloaked figure offered.
"… On you?" Dominique ventured. He tried to sound confident and smug, but as he heard it he realized it sounded more like a legitimate question. Not that it wasn't; Dom was broke, broke as in the last thing he had eaten was an apple some random adventurer had dropped last night.
The man hesitated a moment, a bit taken back by the question before chuckling. "Alright kid, on me."
