Workin on my shiz

Since rescuing a stranger named Kyung from certain death, Áki had found it difficult to keep himself from thinking about the man's well-being. Though initially he'd seemed quite broken and unstable, slowly he'd grown more relaxed and level-healed -- and while he wanted to ensure he was okay, he found himself feeling restless. He'd promised Kyung that he would return for him in no more than a few weeks, and he was not one to forget his promises. The tusked brute had made his way back to the cliffs with ease, the location of the place permanently cemented in his mind.

Quietly he would pace alongside the sheer face of the cliff, only occasionally letting his eyes wander to the ground below. What an awful death that would be, he thought to himself. Never had he imagined wanting to plunge willingly to his own death and briefly he found his thoughts wandering, morbidly wondering how painful such a death might be.

From the corner of his eye he saw a woman wandering nearly, dangerously close to the edge herself. Instinctively he began to rush forward, feeling suddenly protective over this stranger, imagining them too perched on the edge of the cliffs and trying to get the strength to step over the edge. A thoroughly exasperated sigh escaped from his lips as he drew nearer, only to realize she had pulled herself away, though still was too close for comfort for him. "What on earth are you doing?" he found himself inquiring, tones thick with a northern accent as he stared at her from behind furrowed brows.