Ocean's Breath Plateau all that he invested in goes straight to hell

post kind of got a little big/rambly, pls don't feel the need to match

Rokig liked to think he knew everyone, even those he hadn't known for very long. When time ticked by there was a soft sting as he wondered if Valentine had just fled in the night. Too bored up here, too restless with waiting for Rokig's plans to take flight. He couldn't blame the guy but ouch. Something didn't sit right though. He had wanted to think that if the flirty male was to depart then perhaps he'd at least leave Rokig with one last uncomfortable tease. Maybe that was his ego talking though.

Either way the train of thought spurred him to go looking in all the worse places. If something happened here on the plateau, perhaps there was still time to be helpful. As helpful as he could be.

There was a faded trace of Valentine in the last place he had wished to pick up the male's scent. Anxiety kept him from peering right over the edge of the drop. He could not imagine what scene would await him if this was the last scent marker of the hooded male. But if he never looked, he would never know if the fate he imagined was real.

As he carefully peered over the edge it came as a relief to not be met with...well, you probably get the idea. This left him with the issue of trying to assess the male from above this awkward angle. Fuck. He muttered as tried to get a better view without slipping down. Valentine? Rokig typically remained emotionless with his words but there was an undeniable anxiety eating away at his voice as he called out.