WEEK 4

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Tadashi, Sophie, and Princess Anna are dead. By now, maybe you're realizing that this plays is way more dangerous than you have ever feared, but don't worry, maybe some hope will come along the way.

For example, if anyone tries to open the Conservatory Door leading outside starting this week, they'll find that they finally have access to the graveyard and outside. You are now freely able to leave the mansion whenever you want.

Maybe you can all finally leave this place...?

20 guests remain.]

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[toogoodforhim]

[It had been nothing forward, just a small brush of a smile against his skin (because it was warm, because he liked touching people, because in France kisses were intimate but not inherently romantic and he just wanted him to know he was sincere, because when was the last time anyone treated this man with kindness?), but when Maui spun around on him he let go like the man's turned into a volcano, eyes wide and all the color draining from his face in a second like he'd been struck - no, like he was preparing for a strike -

Too much?

Do you want to be next?

The giant man breathed like a bull about to charge, and Lefou shied back.

But it was the sigh, the hushed voice that brought him back, far from Gaston's fury, from the snarl of the monster that had taken the place of his friend, and back into the small bedroom in a mansion he mattered, where people cared about him, where there were other people like him. He'd gotten too comfortable with the lack of boundaries, compared to how things were back home. He looked up to meet Maui's eyes again, fighting past the way adrenaline was making his heart bounce wildly between the pit of his stomach and his throat, and didn't see anger or hatred.]

I'm- I'm sorry, I... I- didn't mean to offend...

[wannagetsmote]

[The fear on Lefou's face was an alarming sight. He shrank back, a mirror of the man's own display, gaze quickly settling on something far away. How could he be a hero to all, as he so often claimed, if he terrified those he would have liked to consider a friend.]

I'm sorry. You spend a thousand years alone you... forget about things like that.

[After shifting to face him properly, Maui's gaze flicked back to Lefou. With some amount of hesitation, he extended a hand to rest upon his shoulder. He'd liked that before, hadn't he?]

You're a good man, and uh -- [He coughed. Arrogance had been his go-to for generations. How did he even begin to be more genuine?]

A better listener. I... shouldn't have acted like that.

[toogoodforhim]

[The fear faded from his face when Maui shrank away, startled. He didn't track his gaze, he was still coming back from the cold forest himself.]

You didn't deserve to be alone for- [Mon dieu, a thousand years, really] -so long.

[Maui wasn't Gaston. That much was plain about his...everything, but especially the hesitation. So he smiled, reaching one hand up to hesitantly touch Maui's wrist.]

I'm glad you felt like you could trust me.

[wannagetsmote]

Pff -- [Maui rolled his eyes, a more playful display than anything else.] I wouldn't say I trusted you. More like... decided to get even. I took care of you last week, now it's your turn.

[Normally, he might have elbowed the man playfully, but it was becoming more and more clear that his touch was a bit too aggressive for most of the mortals here. Instead, he shoved lightly at the hand at his wrist, before offering it a more genuine pat.]

But, uh. Thanks. [He cleared his throat.] Just so you know, if you tell anyone about this, I'll hang you from a banister by your undergarments.

[toogoodforhim]

[That made him chuckle a little bit, his smile a little more settled. The shove at the hand on his wrist doesn't budge it, and he's not nervous about the hand that's so much bigger than his own.]

Noted. Though, for what it's worth, nobody here would think less of you for it.

...[His gaze fell to the thick black lines on Maui's arms, remembered the tattoo that Maui had shown him, on the nape of his neck where his hair usually hid.]

Why did you get that tattoo? If you're so ashamed of being born human?

[wannagetsmote]

Maybe, maybe not.

[He wanted to believe that was true. That people like Namine and Anna would still care about him, if he ever managed to finally tell them the truth. Both of them had seemed willing to both listen and comfort them, but he couldn't quite loose his tongue.

Lefou's question was a perfect distraction from those thoughts, however. Rather than spiraling back into doubt, he pushed his worry to the back of his mind. It was far easier to hold up his arms, showing each scene from a lifetime of heroics.]

I don't get to decide. They appear after I do something important or worthwhile. [He pointed to the piece above his navel.] Like this one. The mortals were cold and needed something to warm them. I stole fire from a goddess and let the mortals have it.

I... uh. I liked doing that. Making mortals happy. Making them love me.

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou doesn't like the implication that he's had that tattoo since he was a baby. But when he looks at the tattoos, they seem almost alive. It's strange, but even though Maui talks about goddesses and his great heroics, Lefou doesn't... disbelieve him. Everything here is so strange, that he'll believe anything.

He knows better than to reach out to such a vulnerable area (though he wonders if anywhere on the man is really vulnerable, I mean look at him, really), but he sees how the pictures come together and tell the story, Maui the great bringing fire to the mortals.]

I'm- I can understand that.

This is a grander scale than anything I ever did, but... I've spent most of my life trying to be noticed. I don't know if you realized, but I don't have anything really special about me.

[wannagetsmote]

Nothing special? [It was hard to hold in a scoff. Maybe he understood why it might seem like that at first brush. When they first spoke in the bathroom, the man certainly did come off as plain and unremarkable.

But there was something about him. A more poetic man would be able to describe how his strength was internal, that his heart was bigger and fuller than any other person Maui had come across. If he was an emotional man, he would mention that no one made him feel comfortable about talking like Lefou had.

What came out was far simpler than all of that, and Maui simply had to hope that it conveyed the disbelief churning within him.]

You listen better than anyone here. You don't see me babbling my life story to Sylvia or Wendy, do you?

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou was used to simple. He shifted so that one leg was up on the bed, to give him more room to face Maui without bending his back. He got it... somehow.]

That's true...

Tell me about another one of your tattoos? You said they just... appear, when something important happens. Like your body's a living record of everything you've done.

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui was concerned at how quickly the conversation flicked away from Lefou but... it was also hard to resist the siren's call of talking about himself.]

A lot of mortals complained about their crops not being able to grow because the days were too short. So I did what any god would do and lassoed the sun. In exchange for me releasing him, he'd stick around longer during the day.

[In response to Maui the greater's words, Mini-Maui leapt from one side of his chest to the other. With a great swing of his own inky-hook, the sun was captured.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou's eyebrows shoot up his forehead when he sees Mini-Maui actually move (not to mention, it definitely draws his attention to those impressive pectorals and it's very hard following the story when it's being told on skin.]

That's amazing.

[He watches Mini-Maui hook the sun and pull it in, he wants to trace the moving lines with his fingers, to see if they feel any different as the ink moves across the canvas of Maui's skin.

God help him, he's far too gay for this.]

How do they move like that?

[wannagetsmote]

A few of you have asked me that. [Each time, he hadn't known. The usual answer was simply magic, but that seemed pretty ineffectual for the more intellectual types around the mansion. Not that anything else made sense. What was tattoos appearing and moving but Magic.]

Honestly, I don't know. What makes a fish hook all-powerful, or a mortal immortal. The will of the gods and their almighty powers. Plus -- [Maui shifted and flexed his arm.]

Sheer awesomeness. That helps too.

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou is far from an intellectual type, and he's...seen magic. Heard about miracles.

What's moving ink when he's been taught to believe in burning bushes?

He tries. Really hard. To hide the gay little delighted noise that almost squeaks out of him when Maui flexes.]

The charm and handsomeness come with the whole package, right? Or did those just come to you naturally?

[Now he's flirting.]

[wannagetsmote]

[It was a little odd, hearing such sounds of adoration coming from another man. Usually it was the women who oooh'd and ahhh'd over his muscles, the tattoos on his skin and of course, that sheer awesomeness he loved to brag about.

But on the other hand, appreciation was appreciation, and it'd been so long since he'd heard anyone marvel at him. He wasn't going to reject his first bits of praise in a literal millennium, just because it wasn't a woman doing it.

Besides, Lefou... he wasn't so bad, right?]

Uh, naturally of course. The gods can do a lot but hair like this [He sent a wave of curls tumbling down his back.] All me, baby.

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou was too gay to function right now. He watched Maui let his hair back down, shiny curls flowing over his shoulders.

He had a type and it wasn't fair. How in god's name was this man alone for a thousand years?

He chuckled at the cocky attitude, but not meanly.]

I've never met anyone at all like you before. I think I'm luckier, now that I have.

[wannagetsmote]

You're not the first to say that.

[And yet, Lefou knew one of his secrets, the one kept closest to his chest. Despite that, he still thought himself lucky, of all things. Given everything Maui had thought about himself, Lefou's standpoint was one that was hard to believe.

Not to mention the odd way it made him feel.]

But, uh. I'd say I'm lucky, too.