[livio is pretty damn sure he struck a nerve with the wine-haired stranger, before... so he gives it a little time, then goes looking for him. the usual places people need, he checks first. the inn kitchen, the shops... maybe the treeline, again. if that doesn't work, he may end up knocking on doors whose occupants he isn't familiar with.
whatever the manner, surely he'll find the guy eventually. and when he does, he puts a hand up in one-half awkward wave and one-half placating gesture.]
Uh -- hey. Would you hear me out for just a second?
[Funny, how you find things when you least expect it. See, Luca isn't in any of those places, or at least not when Livio comes around. However, when he returns to working on the school, and when he just so happens to stumble into the library, he'll find one Luca Aurelius at a table (full size, thank you). His head is currently cradled within an arm, hair strewn out everywhere but -
the moment he hears heavy footsteps he's alert. Blinking sleep from his eyes as he brings a handful of fire into existence, maybe, but awake nonetheless. The flame disappears the moment he realizes it's Livio in front of him. Strangely enough, he doesn't seem too irritated to see the man. In fact, his brow just... quirks.]
It means the roof of the Church is vacant, and it means there's one less set of watchful eyes over the Grove, though Moder is easily able to handle that in his stead (now that they're friends and not, y'know, trying to kill each other). This is a normal occurrence; Zahliya often slips into the black fog, immune to it as he is, to deal with the monsters waking in the forest. A guardian's work never ends, after all.
This means a couple things for when he comes back. The first is that both of his blades will be slightly broken from overuse, covered in various colours of blood and sticky. The second is that he'll be tired and scratched up, because that's what happens when you go get lost in the woods for a few days. The third... the third is that those glowing green lines in his skin are giving off a black smoke, as Zahliya's body automatically purges the corruption he took in while he was wandering for two days.
He didn't sleep (he doesn't need to, but sometimes it's nice). He didn't eat, again not a necessity, but food tastes good. It's been nothing but combat and having his body fight back against what's been absorbed into his being. This is a normal process for the gargoyle, but by the Stars does it tire him out.
He isn't sure why, but the first thing he does when he gets back to the Grove is drag himself to the tavern. Luca will probably want to know where he's gone, Zahliya thinks, partly unsure why he shouldn't just yell HEY I'M BACK and drag himself to the roof for a while, or go see Add at the clinic and demand some type of painkiller. No, it's Luca he goes to see.
[It's... a little strange, how keenly aware Luca is of Zahliya's absence. Whether the gargoyle has realized it or not, whenever Luca deigns to leave the tavern, his gaze first seems to go toward his companion's chosen perch. Every day, there's an assurance that he's still there, and for some reason that makes Luca feel good. He explains it away as being comforted by the presence of a local guardian, currently more powerful than he could be, but...
Something in the back of his mind tells him that isn't the case.
The point is, though, that the moment Zahliya disappears, Luca notices. He expects it to only be temporary, assures himself that the gargoyle has only gone for cheese. But when he hasn't reappeared by the evening, Luca knows that something is up.
So he makes a point of checking more frequently than ever. Morning, noon, and at sunset, he makes sure to watch for Zahliya. And with the gargoyle having not been about during his noon check, Luca had simply assumed that this would be yet another day in which he doesn't appear.
Until the doors open, and Zahliya's form is revealed. It's a good thing that the bar is empty, lest Luca have to explain why he first reaches for his sword, then promptly drops it in favor of crossing the room. His hands go out, but stop short of both skin and smoke. He isn't sure if Zahliya is hurting. He doesn't want to make it worse.]
Where - ["have you been," he wants to ask. But it doesn't feel like the right question.] What do you need?
[His heart jackrabbits within his throat. He knows damn well this isn't just about being startled by a suddenly opening door. It may not be the same intensity, but Luca is deeply acquainted with this feeling, one of being on the verge of losing someone important.
He tries to swallow it down in favor of focusing on Zahliya's needs.]
[Oh, good, Luca's here. Zahliya attempts, keyword attempts, to look less like he's going to fall over. It... probably doesn't go over well, all things considered. There are scrapes on his cheeks that'll heal in time, not to mention various other wounds elsewhere — gashes over his legs and midsection — but all he wants to do is flop over somewhere and let the corruption get burnt out of his system, rather literally. Wounds like this can't kill him. They're an inconvenience at most; it's all the black gunk he absorbed that hurts the most.]
A place to lie down would be lovely. [He shakes his head, though, forcing a smile.] I was killing monsters in the forest, and as my fire cycles through all of it, it causes strain for me. I'll be fine. I'm only tired.
[He used to be able to spend longer in there. Either his stamina has dropped, or the corruption has worsened, or both.]
Sorry about the floors. [You know, with the various blood droplets all over them.]
[Luca barely passes a glance to the floors, mostly to see what the hell Zahliya is talking about. His hands retract from Zahliya for the time being as he gives a shake of the head. He steps around the gargoyle, making his way to the door. It's locked behind the two of them, before Luca makes his way to the winding stairway off to the side.]
Upstairs, follow me.
[He leads Zahliya up past the second floor loft and then higher still. He doesn't keep the door to the second stairway locked, merely closed. Said door is opened to allow Zahliya through, up to the third floor "bedroom.
It's relatively sparse up here, little more than two beds pilfered from the inn and stacked high with both pillows and blankets. Like. Good god, there is an unreasonable amount of both on his bed. What the hell, Luca.]
Get comfortable. [He gestures with his head toward the bed. For now, he leaves Zahliya to it, making his way into the bathroom in order to prep a few cleaning rags.]
[Funny news, the gargoyle does not know the definition of the word "rest". Luca tells him to get comfortable, and Zahliya doesn't want to get a mess all over the blankets, so he sits his ass down on the floor and starts trying to wipe the variously-coloured blood splatters off of his blades with a rag he normally keeps in his pocket. Said rag catches in the notches in the metal; he's going to need to get new ones forged.
Sigh.
Whenever Luca comes back, that's what Zahliya is doing. You know. Sitting down, which is comfortable enough for him, and working.
[Luca comes out with a handful of rags and can... only stare at the gargoyle, now hard at work. His tongue clicks, but there isn't nearly the kind of malice or irritation that one might have expected. He simply sits beside Zahliya and snatches at one of his hands. Blade in hand or no, Luca focuses on dabbing at whatever excess blood, mud, or grime still lingers on his skin.]
This isn't the 'lie down' I expected. [His tone is dry, but each dab is light and wary as he begins to work his way up the span of Zahliya's arm.] I would think a stray mess on your blades could wait, but what do I know.
[He reaches his shoulders and shifts his form to the other side. If left undisturbed, the motions will continue in reverse, back down to the fingers on the opposite side.]
[There's that instinct to jerk back, some momentary amount of panic... but his shoulders slump, and the fight very swiftly leaves his eyes. It's just Luca. This is how Luca worries.
Zahliya's tail thumps over the floorboards. Thumpthumpthump. His swords are down, at least, set aside while he gets cleaned up.]
The metal is already destroyed. I may as well see if I can preserve what I have left.
[Those swords aren't salvageable. He's going to be at the merchant siblings' door in a day or two to see what can be done.]
Besides, I didn't want to get gunk all over your pile of blankets.
[Luca isn't sure if he imagines that brief moment of tension or not, but he doesn't let it dissuade him either way. He finishes off Zahliya's opposite arm, then shifts forward. He lifts the rag up to the Gargoyle's face, but stops short. This much he'll wait for permission for.]
You're smaller than I am. I can find something for you to wear. [Is his smile on the shy side? Maybe.] And if not, I know how to wash my bedding. And where to steal more from, if it cannot be salvaged.
[He looks to the swords with something akin to pity all the same.]
I would offer to take a look, but it's been years since I have been behind a forge. [Just former almost-knight things.] Nor do I think this village is properly equipped for all of that.
[There's a short fifteen seconds of silence while Zahliya considers this, and it almost looks like a "no" for a second... and then he nods.]
I'm sure there are scratches there. Be gentle.
[As if Luca hasn't been this entire time, he reminds himself.]
And very well. I would only borrow your clothes until my own can be fixed, but I do hope that doesn't bother you. They are still functional. It isn't like they're falling off my body. [Haha...] And no, they were just swords. I've gone through many over the centuries. I just hate it every time.
[Thankfully, Luca doesn't seem bothered by the request. Yes, he's been gentle, but that doesn't mean the reminder puts him on edge. With as many wounds as Zahliya has gathered, he can hardly be faulted for his hesitation.]
I will. I promise.
[The soiled rag is set aside for now, and replaced with something newer and cleaner. With a thumb and forefinger placed feather light against Zahliya's chin, Luca begins to delicately tilt his head this way and that as he dabs at the wounds. His brows are furrowed, concern written into his features even in spite of his best efforts.]
It doesn't bother me. You should be comfortable while you rest. Once we're done here, I'll fetch something.
[Since there's now hands moving in front of his face, his eyes fall shut, and he stays still as best he can.]
You are kind to do so, Luca. I shouldn't have to rely on help, but...
[Were his head not being lovingly cradled, he'd shake it.]
I do these things, normally. I go into the forest and take out threats getting too close to the fog wall. If I come back injured, it's negligible. I simply go onto the roof and rest. ...to be honest, I do not know why I came here. I simply wanted to say "hello" to you after a few days.
[His voice is almost soft. Bordering on the tender, even. Something wells within his chest that he doesn't care to place, and yet that doesn't keep him from speaking it aloud into the air between them.]
One might think you missed me.
[He... doesn't mind that thought. It's a problem, but one he'll find time to deal with later. Thankfully, he manages to swallow down any of the other words that might try to come out. Someone has to save him from making a fool of himself, right?]
In any case, it's good that you came to me. It isn't the first time I have had to clean a few bloodied wounds. Usually they're just on me.
[One might think. Yeah, that's probably it. Missed him, huh... Zahliya can say with confidence he misses a lot of people. There are people that were here once that never came back. People that were here that came back before disappearing again. Stone remembers the hand which carved it as much as it remembers the various faces that passed it by throughout its lifetime.
This, though, feels like a different sort of "missing". Like maybe he's less superglued to the past and that the haze in his brain is starting to clear somehow... ah, he's bad with emotions, so he can't really understand it either way. Maybe all the yelling Irene used to do is getting through to him belatedly.]
I would normally go to Add for medical treatments. [Which begs the question: Why not go there now?] Of course, he is a bit pokey with his needles, and I do not like his sleep-drugs he uses. ...I prefer this.
GUESS WHO POSTED THIS AS A NEW TOP LEVEL INSTEAD OF A REPLY.
[Why not go there indeed. Luca might have thought to question this much, but Zahliya's comment regarding those needles and drugs promptly silences him. It was only natural for the gargoyle to shy away toward something gentler.
(Luca tries not to think about the fact that Zahliya had no idea how gentle Luca would be. Or if he would offer care at all.]
There's no need for sedation in this case, at least. [Especially with the way Zahliya's body seems to be burning away everything else. It only takes a few more dabs to thoroughly cleanse his face, too. Certainly not worth the fuss Add might have kicked up.]
There. If you want to use the washroom to strip down, go ahead. I can grab some clothes while you're at it.
I will do this, though I do not understand the human need for privacy, as I don't have anything you don't.
[Z...Zahliya you can't just make that claim, you definitely do not have normal anatomy can we help you
Anyway, he stands and stretches and ow that was a mistake, some of the worse cuts on his side are protesting that motion, but he'll be fine. That internal furnace of his will fix him within the next day or two, theoretically.]
I'll be back, then.
[To the washroom he goes, though, to strip down and await further clothing. Do not let the garg walk around naked.]
[Is that a bitter laugh on Luca's part? It must be, considering the wry smile that he offers the gargoyle.]
Let's not make assumptions, yes?
[He waits for Zahliya to retreat behind closed doors, before digging out an extra shirt and a pair of trousers. Once he's better acclimated, he might take the time to ask Heimr for some better clothes that actually came from home, but that was something that could be dealt with later. For now, he was content with the basic, loose fitting clothing he had dug up.
(And if he just so happens to pick up the nice, burgundy one that looks near to his hair, well... surely that was just coincidence.)
Satisfied with his selections knocks on the door. The clothing his held off to the side, while Luca glances the other way. He's a very polite young man, thank you.]
[Yes, surely it's just a coincidence :) Anyway, Luca does not get to see Zahliya's various battle scars in that case, but a little purple hand does snatch the clothing before the door shuts and he changes. They're comfortable, if almost imperceptibly too large on him. Zahliya is very petite.
When the door opens, he's decent, so Luca won't have to turn away and Zahliya can theoretically shut his mouth and not make things super awkward. Probably. In either case, his hair is down, and he's brushing out the waves with his fingers.]
[The way those words twist at his chest. Unfamiliar as genuine kindness and friendship have become, their warmth nearly burns him from the inside out. He glances to the side after Zahliya speaks, unsure, at first, if he should say anything at all. It would surely be better for them both if Luca only nodded and let things be.
Instead, he opens his stupid mouth, letting all those halting and stammering words spill out at will.]
I am glad you are here as well. If only because it means you are not being poked and prodded elsewhere. [He really, really doesn't want to deal with this Add guy, he's realizing.
He moves past Zahliya, heading toward the bed. He peels away one single blanket and a pillow for himself, then moves to set up a little nest for himself on the floor.]
The bed is all yours. I have slept far worse places than the floor.
Not if you're going to make a big deal out of it!! [what] I thought it may be nice for neither of us to have to sleep on the floor! Have you never hugged someone in your life?
[ZAHLIYA, YOU'RE TERRIFIED OF TOUCH. WHAT???]
I just— perhaps I enjoy having you around and missed you for two days! [what are we fucking arguing about]
[What is he supposed to say to that! Nothing, apparently. He just plops down onto his pseudo nest on the floor, arms crossed over his chest and chin tipped toward the sky. A muscle within his jaw works, the tension evident in his frame even as he tries to work through it.]
I was never... around people like that back home. [His words come out slow, almost through gritted teeth.] And over the last few years, companionship has been far less... compassionate.
[His arms finally loosen, falling down into his lap.]
But. I suppose I can admit it was... quiet without you around.
[Well, Zahliya, you stab anything that wanders out of the fog, so...]
...sorry, Lu. [Oh, we have a nickname now.] I don't mean to yell or assume. But I do think it would be nice if you were to be up here with me. ...that's all. You don't have to, of course.
[Zahliya only sang to him once, but he finds himself humming the melody without thinking when he works.]
I'm sorry too. [And as if to prove it, he picks up his little nest and... pitter-patters over to the bed. The blankets are set down, before he promptly - turns his back to Zahliya.]
[Zahliya decides "look away" means "roll over and face the opposite direction". He doesn't want Luca to think he's peeking through his fingers, therefore, he flips over. There's a hiss when he lays on an injury, but beyond that...]
[Really, it would have been smarter to strip this particular layer off while Zahliya was changing earlier, but Luca nor I thought about that so...
He quickly unbuttons his shirt and pulls the binding strip of fabric over his chest off. A deep breath follows, loosening aching muscle and allowing relief to the bones trapped beneath. He tucks errant strip back beneath the bed before turning back once more. He makes quick work of the buttons there before allowing his shoulders to relax.]
Okay. You're good.
[The shirt is loose enough, at least, that he doesn't feel that any differences are immediately obvious. It should, at the very least, buy him time to get tucked into the miles of blankets that would otherwise cover his torso.]
[Oblivious because he's been looking at a wall and maybe a pillow or something, Zahliya carefully flips back over and faces Luca without much preamble. He could hear the sounds of fabric rustling, yes, and assumes that Luca was just changing into something or doing... a human thing? The gargoyle is still unclear on the human things.]
Hello. [...why is that the first thing out of his mouth, he wonders. What's wrong with him.] Mm... you aren't going to find the green lights in my skin difficult to sleep around, are you?
[It's a very silly thing to say, and yet Luca is smiling at it all the same. Shyly, but smiling nonetheless. Why was he so worked up earlier, anyway? It's not like he hasn't shared a bed with someone before. Granted, he hasn't done so on good terms in close to seven years but... who's counting, really.]
Hi. [And then a laugh. He shakes his head as the sound trickles out, throwing the noise this way and that.]
Not so long as you do not mind me waking up in flames in the middle of the night, speaking in tongues. [A pause, and then a second bout of laughter.] That... will not actually happen. Not unless something attacks us.
[Is it good terms if he's injured (but somewhat-rapidly healing)? Maybe not, but at least Zahliya is fond enough of Luca to be here in the first place. That must count for something.]
I am immune to flame. [He is rocks.] If we are attacked all the way up here, I would be shocked, considering the number of creatures I eliminated. Any stragglers wandering through will be caught by Moder.
[Or any number of the other freaks here with wild powers. Mizuki tends to eat them, for example.]
...in the meanwhile, consider me something of a nightlight. If it does keep you awake, bury me under the blankets. I'm sure that will fix it.
[Anything is better than Fishy hate sex, at least in Luca's book. Probably in Kiera's too.]
Sounds as if I have nothing to worry about. [It's more relieving than he lets on to know that Zahliya won't be singed if Luca does manage to lose control. It's not something that happens often, generally in the wake of him dying more than anything.]
At least I know I won't bash my toes in if I have to fumble around in the middle of the night. [Curse those midnight toilet runs.
Anyway... is he snuggling just that little bit closer? Maybe.]
[Maybe he is snuggling closer! And maybe Zahliya acknowledges it with a momentary surprised blink, and perhaps he even reaches out to try taking one of Luca's hands in a loose, noncommittal hold. You don't have to hold his hand, but something in the way they're laying now makes him want to.
He can't figure it out. Zahliya is not, by nature, a nervous person, and yet... Luca makes him feel light, like he could float off at any moment. Instinct tells him to run off. Something makes him stay.
[For just a second, Luca's hand shies back, almost as if he's been burned. His heart kicks up a notch, feeling high within his throat. It takes him a moment to swallow the discomfort down, and another still to reach out and lock his fingers around Zahliya's in kind.
It feels nice, he won't deny that. The night feels far less oppressive when he has someone beside him. And while Zahliya's presence won't diminish the voice squawking within the back of his mind, it makes it just that little bit more bearable, at least until he falls asleep.
There are, ultimately, worse things to have to "suffer."]
[Somehow, somehow, they wind up spooning in their sleep. Zahliya wakes up very early in the morning feeling something (someone) pressed against his back, likely buried in his mess of a mane, and his heart immediately seizes in his throat. He's not sure when he flipped over or when Luca got so close or maybe Zahliya did it himself, and that doesn't matter, because Zahliya's first internal reaction is to freak out and lie there, silently panicking.
God, he's never actually been this close to another person for longer than fifteen minutes before. He and Mizuki hugged once, yes, and that was fine because Mizuki was severely depressed and needed it and Zahliya didn't exactly mind. This is much, much different.
He feels weird. Fluttery, light. Nervous. Terrified? His skin is burning in the places Luca's hands rest. Is he feverish? Dying? Fuck. What the fuck.
Fight or flight kicks in, and normally Zahliya's instincts go directly to fight, but this time... this time, they're telling him to flee out the window, which he can't actually jump out. He's going to need to sneak down the stairs. Oh God what if Luca wakes up...
Zahliya slowly extracts himself from the bed, trying not to wake Luca up. When he doesn't immediately wake, the gargoyle takes off the borrowed clothing, switches back to his own currently-ruined ones, grabs his broken blades, and quickly and quietly-ish (hooves clack) skedaddles toward the door.
It feels bad. He feels bad. But something is wrong with him, and he can't figure it out, and it's better if he goes and dunks himself in the river to try to get rid of the gross feelings rather than stays up here with Luca where he'll catch onto Zahliya's mental state.
[Sesa has been feeling…some kind of way, as of late.
He wouldn’t exactly call it bad, persay. Conflicted, though? Absolutely. He’s been acting out of sorts. He’s been behaving rashly, impulsively…he’s been letting his gut guide his actions, and though they feel right in the moment (isn’t that what matters?), after the fact he’s bombarded with his logical mind reminding him of the snake pit he’s chosen to lay in.
Elliot. Passenger, as everyone else knows him. He admitted to him his complicated feelings, and somehow that turned into an unplanned tryst. Said tryst lead to where they are now, with Elliot living in his room (invited) and wearing a pearl ring (made by Sesa). Like. What is he doing here, exactly? Fraternizing!?
He decides to sneak off to the bar in the evening in the hopes that a few drinks might calm his nerves. They certainly won’t clear his head, at any rate. And whether or not Luca is already there, he’ll find the Vouivre slumped over one edge of the bar. He could be sitting there drunk, but in reality he’s just moaning quietly to himself for no reason other than because it’s better than moaning quietly to himself in his room.
[Having taken a handful of bartending jobs to make ends meet out on the road, Luca is no stranger to people slumped over the bar, bemoaning their woes. Thus, it's no surprise to find someone there when he walks in for the evening. He sheds his jacket, hanging it by the door, and glances toward the spirit that handles the place while he's away. Though he's ambivalent about its presence given its appearance, he'd prefer it linger if it meant not dealing with a drunken man and whatever plagued him.
Unfortunately for Luca, the spirit gives him a brief wink, before dissipating just as quick. Great.
Stepping behind the bar, Luca glances to the counter to establish... whatever the hell his patron has been drinking, then turns back once more. Another shot is poured and slid over to the man occupying his space. One glance at the fiery red hair tells him who he's dealing with, which... only makes matters worse. Of course it would be the person he cuddled and flirted with.
He can practically hear the phoenix snickering at the back of his mind.]
[Honestly, Sesa didn't even notice Luca came in until he spoke up. He exhales heavily as he's immediately called out on his being here at all, which prompts Sesa to rumble under his breath, feeling his scales tingle with frustration at himself.]
Until the spirits kick in, or I die. Whichever comes first.
Well, dying is strictly prohibited on my watch so...
[He glances from Sesa to the alcohol shelf, then goes to fetch a stepstool. A fresh bottle is retrieved from one of the upper shelves, then cracked open. He pours out one, two, three shots of something that smells vaguely cinnamon-y, then sets them all in front of Sesa.]
Sesa doesn't even question what he's been served. He just grabs one of the glasses and immediately downs it-
Now, Sesa is Sargonian. He's used to all manner of burning, spicy things. But even THIS is a lot without being prepared for it, and because of that he quickly brings up a fist and coughs into it as it burns all the way down. It seems to settle in his chest and fester there too, until it eventually peters out and just leaves him feeling warm.]
[Is Luca just barely smirking as Sesa coughs and sputters. Serves him right for moping about on his bar.]
Mm. I thought you'd be able to handle that better.
[He reaches for one of the shot glasses, twisting it around in his fingers without sloshing the liquid.]
Where I'm from, we call it Phoenix Fire. Whiskey, mixed with a healthy amount of cinnamon. [The glass is set back down.] Do you want the rest of these, or am I going to have to waste it all?
[Hey now, isn't that what a bar is for? For moping?? He's paying for his drinks like anyone else would (there's a little growing pile of shells on the bar for his efforts, as a matter of fact), so as long as he isn't causing a scene, he can mope as much as he pleases, thanks.
He makes a face at Luca's gentle ribbing, yet is already- perhaps unwisely- reaching for a second shot glass.]
I drank it, did I not?
[He huffs, and if he were Draco, there would be smoke coming from his nostrils.]
I can drink them just fine, thank you. I would appreciate it if you allowed me this much.
[He's already slurring his words a bit. It'll probably be fine.]
[For most bars? Probably. And if it were just the spirit in charge tonight, there wouldn't be an issue. But while Luca isn't as romance-phobic as his sibling, he still isn't here to deal with the heartbreaks and various woes of others. He had his own problems, dammit.
But whatever. At least he's getting paid.]
Just keep the "coin" coming.
[And he probably should leave it at that. But if Sesa is gonna linger, bringing down the general atmosphere, Luca will probably let curiosity get the better of him.]
[Well, it's a good thing Sesa's head is on the table. He misses the way Luca's face pulls into a grimace. He hopes the Sargonian is aware of what a stereotype he is in this moment. Drunken and lamenting his love life.
Luca wants nothing more than to scream.]
Let me guess. Starcrossed lovers that would absolutely never work. Opposite sides of some sort of conflict?
[Absolutely deadpan. He's heard a story like this in every town he's been to.]
[Yeah uh huh sounds like something somebody WITHOUT a love life would say!!! >|
Nah Luca has a rock bf he's fine-]
Starcrossed? Hardly.
[He turns his head a little, so his cheek is resting on the bar instead of his forehead.]
I...despise him. He is everything I stand against. He wants me to act in ways I know that I would regret...
[...]
But yet- [Flopping dramatically to one side] -I cannot cast him from my mind. I cannot help but to fall for him every time he opens his mouth, like a...a....seductive temptress.
[You mean the rock bf he shared a bed with once, causing said rock bf to run away because they didn't leave room for another guardian to fit between them?
Yeah, his love life is great. And he is definitely not at all bothered by the familiarity of the situation that Sesa describes.
His tone isn't exactly softer when he speaks again, but he does seem distinctly less dismissive.]
Some men are infuriatingly charming, even when you know better.
[Luca isn't a very big drinker. Nevertheless, he does find a very particular bottle of wine from the bar and pours it for himself. He doesn't drink it yet, just swirls the liquid in a clear glass.]
There was a man I met in my travels. Though he was not involved, his organization was involved in a tragedy that befell my family. Though we did not know it when we first met... [He shrugs.] Sometime later, the truth of both of our identities came out. Yet despite knowing what monstrosity he and his cohort were capable of, I continued to gravitate toward him. And he continued to encourage it.
[Finally, he takes a long pull from his glass. After he swallows, he lets out a long suffering sigh.]
He will also sit up and down another one of those shots, against his better judgement. He is going to be the most hung over of his LIFE come tomorrow morning.]
That does sound much like what I am dealing with...I just.
[He runs a hand over his face, pressing his fingers into the bridge of his nose.]
I don't know what I'm doing. I just know I am incapable of stopping as I am.
I...don't know. I do not truly believe him to be a wholly cruel person, it is just that...the things he has done are cruel, and reprehensible. I should not be willing to accept much less forgive such things, especially when they go so starkly against my own worldview, but...
[Sesa groans, slumping forward on his barstool again.]
If there is a part of you that craves the violence he brings, it probably speaks to your character as well. [A shrug.] Or, perhaps you are a hopeless optimist, hoping that you can redeem someone that far gone.
I seek revenge. [ah] Revenge...for my brother's death. And- [For some reason, he can't bring himself to say Elliot's name outright, even though everyone with eyeballs would know who he's talking about.] -the object of my desire...and my deepest affections, I believe, holds the key to obtaining it. He wants to help me.
So. You would bed the devil in the hopes of attaining your more selfish and destructive desires. [He takes another sip of his wine.] In that case, yes, there is something wrong with you. But it is not so uncommon.
Craving vengeance is — forgive the phrasing, all things considered — very human.
You have the right of it, more or less, but...it isn't even just that. I doubt I would need to bed him to attain this. My affections for him matter not in that regard...
[He stares down into the glass of half-drunk liquor in front of him.]
I should be indifferent. My goals should be all that matter to me. Yet...seeing his smile means just as much, if not more.
So in your course for vengeance, you fell in love along the away. [Is he sneering? Just a little.]
Quite the storybook romance you've pulled yourself into. Now all you need to do is convince your lover the error of his ways and skip off into the sunset.
Oh, is it? I could not tell from all the whimpering and whining.
[Sorry, Sesa.]
There is no happy ending here. There is no perfect solution. This is what happens when you seek to bloody your hands in the search for revenge. Especially when you get tied up with another person. I would know. [He shakes his head.] But even if there were an elegant solution to be found, it wouldn't be located at the bottom of a shot glass.
I've worked many bars, in many towns, in many countries. Alcohol never makes you feel less sane.
[He finishes his glass off.]
If you truly want my judgement in this matter, I'll give you this. Good people do bad things. Bad people do good things. Your attractions and your quest might indicate a certain inclination, but there is more to you than that. Certainly more than a surly bartender with his own issues would be able to diagnose.
[Sesa is silent as he listens. And eventually, he'll glance back up at Luca out of the corner of his eye.]
Well...good advice or no, I do appreciate you being willing to lend a listening ear. I merely came here to drink my sorrows away, so it wasn't something I was expecting.
Ah, you mean I could have kept my mouth shut while you wallowed? I'll keep that in mind for next time.
[And if Sesa is just playing with his drink, Luca might reach over to try and steal it. He's not the biggest fan but... the vouivre probably doesn't need more.]
[Bro wdym something of a friendship, Sesa is Your Friend Now. You are friends where you like it or not Luca, you've BEEN friends since ya'll got all snuggly on the couch.]
It isn't as if I have anyone else to talk to!
[FLOPS down dramatically once again]
Gnosis wouldn't understand, he's a happily married man...and I wouldn't dare bother Mizuki about it, he has enough on his plate. [HE'S A THERAPIST] Mr. Silverash...he makes me nervous enough as it is in this regard.
[Luca briefly contemplates responding. Instead, his lips gnash together and he quickly turns from Sesa, though not before revealing the faint, coppery flush against his cheeks. He pretends to busy himself with a set of bottles for a time.
If he's lucky, Sesa will go away. And when that inevitably fails...]
You would be better off forgetting all about that.
We do not have to speak about it if you would rather not. Just know that it didn't make me think of you any differently. We were all affected strangely that week.
...and I still meant everything I told you, anyway.
[He shrugs one shoulder, tracing his claw along the rim of a now-empty glass.]
I just feel that we would all be better off as a collective. There are so few of us as it is, and it is us against this world. Never mind the fact that we all share the common trait of having lived a past live on these very grounds.
I am glad you feel you can trust so willingly. Unfortunately, I cannot share the sentiment. Past lives are one thing — we all grew up very different in our separate worlds.
[It also might be terrible. He tries not to think about it either way.]
But that's besides the point. I'm going to need to put up a sign that says "no heavy conversation" beyond these walls. [He's joking. Probably.] How's your head?
[it's only fair he give the scant few businesses in town his patronage, right?
he's... curious, anyway. he stops by one day after working on the school, a bit dirty and sawdusty and sweaty, but, well, stuff like that isn't really a huge deal where he's from, so... sorry to luca and any patrons near where livio sits at the bar.
he just stares behind the counter without saying anything. he doesn't know what the fuck most of the bottles are.]
[Well, of all the people Luca expects to walk through those doors, it certainly isn't Livio. They've had such a strange, up and down relationship, haven't they? Never mind one that culiminated in the kind of physical intimacy that Luca hadn't partaken in in some years.
If ever at all.
Truthfully, he has half of a mind to duck back into the storeroom to let his ghostly co-proprietor handle this mess but... Unfortunately, he's pretty sure he's been spotted by now. And it isn't as if his spirit bartender can offer advice.]
We both acted unlike ourselves. Thus we both have something to apologize for.
[Luca looks him up and down once more, before turning around. He pours something of a lighter color, before turning back. It's rife with bubbles. If he bothers to taste it, he'll find the sweet taste of a moscato.]
One free drink between friends. Consider it me just trying to figure out your tastes, if you wish.
[of course livio tastes it! it would be stupid rude not to. he's just making a mental note to add the price of it to his tip at the end of his evening out, that's all.
his brows lift as he sips, thinks on it, sips again. he's laughing quietly as he sets the glass back down for now.]
That's a hell of a lot better than straight whiskey.
Shoot, I'll try anythin' you'd recommend, at least once. Wasteful, otherwise. [even if the thing he'd be wasting isn't strictly necessary for survival. but it feels rude to point that out to a... bartender / tavern owner.] I'm still learnin' what sorta flavors I like in the first place.
It was the easiest work to pick up on the road. I knew my way around labels and bottles enough to be a dab hand where necessary. A few nights of work would get me to the next town, at least.
[At least you're not a Vouivre, half-drunk and bemoaning his weird love life. That'd just be ridiculous.]
Indeed. I left home eight years ago, and have yet to return. [He chuckles, all without a single drop of humor.] Though I suppose this is the furthest I have ever been.
[livio can't relate to having a home. at least, not one that he's willing to admit as such, even if his heart says otherwise. he wants to ask more, but isn't sure what's considered nosy or too friendly. maybe he'll drink the rest of his glass while he thinks over his next words.]
It reminds me of home. And it is what I know best, at least as far as talents that can be applied on the road.
[There are also the spare bounties he picks up when he needs, but that's not exactly a topic for pleasant company. Not that he thinks someone like Livio would clutch his pearls over the topic. Warm as his exterior might be, you don't get to be as big and as broad as a man like that without having won a few fights. Never mind the weapons at his sides.]
[luca makes it sound sooo appetizing... but again, livio won't waste it. he does smell it first, and his eyes almost pop out of his head. he looks like he regrets this for a second, but ultimately sighs and sips on it, too.
and chokes. and gasps. and pants a little.]
Oh, jeez, that's -- Christ.
[...]
Well. It sure does taste... clean. [luca. did you actually feed him disinfectant?]
I don't usually recommend people drink it straight.
[But didn't you just - Never mind.
He pours another tumbler of Gin. This time, though, he mixes it with some sort of greenish colored liquid, as well as a second bottle of liquor that smells far more sweet and floral. Finally, a more syrupy mixture is added in, before all parts are mixed together.
Well. [He shakes the bottle of liqueur with a smirk.] This is used typically to ease summer illnesses. It has a pleasant enough sweetness, so when combined with a bit of syrup, gin, and a bit of citrus juice...
[He'll only force one more drink on Livio. He's a big man, but he doesn't seem to have any experience with alcohol. And Luca doubts he'd be able to carry the guy home himself.
Anyway, he tracks down a carafe of orange colored juice. It's poured into a glass just before Luca turns his back to grab a corked bottle.]
Cover your ears. [It's the only warning Livio gets before he removes the cap. A rather large pop follows, along with an excessive amount of fizz siphoning out.]
[luca may be right. luca IS right. and what livio doesn't know is going to catch up to him in about 20 minutes.
he very much does not cover his ears, which... they both probably regret, considering he jumps and yelps at the pop. actually, livio himself just laughs after the fact.]
[it's been long enough that kiera hasn't seen luca around town or been able to get into the bar. maybe they aren't yet familiar with quite how deep his guilt runs these days, but they do recall a time or two in childhood when he would have minor fits of self-isolation. they don't really know what might have triggered something similar, or even if that's what... this whole thing is. they've just got a feeling it can't be anything good.
so they are pounding on the locked tavern door, in the middle of the day, under the guise of a drunkard run dry. which... is also technically true, but still.]
Hey! Open up, you lazy excuse of a barkeep! You've got customers with good shells to spend!
[Thick though the stone walls of the watchtower are, there are a few gaps for noise to slip through. Between that and Kiera's keen sense of hearing, she will undoubtedly hear footsteps approaching the door. The slide over the old peephole scratches open, then promptly slams shut.
The steps don't retreat, but the door doesn't open just yet. Either someone is put off by her yelling, or he just doesn't want to talk either. Or both.
[Maybe they will pick up on the deep sigh that follows their statement. Walking away wouldn't get him anywhere, save for a one-way ticket to a migraine.
The door opens slowly. Luca squints out into the daylight, briefly revealing red and swollen eyes. He makes a face, then shrinks away before they can get too good of a look at him.]
Come in.
[He doesn't hesitate to close and lock the door behind them.]
[luca doesn't have to worry about kiera looking him over immediately, because as soon as that door cracks, they're shoving their way inside.
and while he locks the door, they look around the tavern suspiciously, as if expecting to find an explanation right there in the room, or perhaps to discover that luca had let in the entire town except for his sister.
no, they couldn't assume something that ridiculous. the moment the lock clicks, and luca is technically safe from the outside, they glance sideways at him.]
[The thing about Luca is that, while he can be a good liar, it takes a hell of a lot of work. Not wearing his heart on his sleeve is a constant process for someone who defaulted to that state. Even eight years hadn't been enough to reduce the sheer amount of effort that went into it. And right now, he's exhausted. Sleep has been fleeting for the last few days, leaving him with precious little energy to keep up his front.
Rather than trying to put on a brave face and muster the strength, he simply turns away from her.]
[despite themself, they roll their eyes at luca's dismissiveness. logically, they know something must be eating at him, and that he's likely still just as sensitive as he was when he was a boy, but... they don't have the patience for seeing him act so miserable, which is ultimately counterproductive. on some level, they realize this, but they can't change.]
Don't take me for a fool. [kiera does feel slightly bad about how icily they snap, so their next sentence is spoken softer.] I didn't come here to drink.
[Luca doesn't want to talk about this. He knows what Kiera will say in response, and it will only cause another fight. He doesn't have the energy for it, especially not right now.
Not telling the truth, on the other hand, will only mean that she'll continue to grate away at him. Trying to tell Kiera Aurelius — Canorus, he mentally corrects — to back down was a fool's effort. He'd learned that years ago.]
The stone guardian was with me the other night. He was meant to be watching over the others, and instead...
[he's right about one thing -- that kiera isn't giving up. however, she's also aware of how much they've both shut one another down over the past... however long they've been in the grove, so she tries her best not to snap back. honestly, she's lucky he hasn't already kicked her out.
kiera, of all people, can put two and two together. why luca saddled her with as much booze as she could carry and closed early. that, paired with the knowledge that zahliya was with him at the time... well.]
[gods, it is so hard to keep a straight face rather than continue to roll her eyes and grimace.
alright, maybe she can't stop the grimace. but it may be more at the knowledge of exactly how terrible luca feels about all this.]
The guardians have their own will, don't they? It isn't like you kept him hostage. And in the end, the only ones at fault are the people who started the whole thing.
I should have known better. You cannot see or hear from the top of the tower. We never could have known if there was a threat.
[Luca picks a bad time to look up at them. Naturally he assumes the grimace is Kiera's disdain for the subject. It leaves him to do his best to tighten up his voice. He sounds like a sniveling toddler rather than a man of his age.]
So, what, you aren't allowed to rest in your own home?
[part of them wishes they were actually good at navigating emotional vulnerability. for luca's sake. they don't know what the hell they're supposed to say, and every move they make or word they speak only seems to make it worse.]
Rest is one thing. Dithering about like I have nothing better to do is another. I'm not -
[You is what he wants to say, but the words die on his lips. It's the first time they've had a lengthy conversation. Maybe... he doesn't want to ruin it by pushing her away.]
It just feels like before. Waking up to ruin. To everything having changed. And for what - [His hand lifts, clutching at the space above his chest.] There was no reason for it. Not for Father, and not for the Saint.
and of course, that leads kiera down the same path.
how they should have picked up on augustus acting off. how they should have seen all of the butterflies. how they should have entered the council chamber ten seconds earlier.
... how they saw the start of the book burning and chose to drag an armful of alcohol into the inn. chose to make themself useless with drink.
rather than admit any of it, of course, they scoff and turn away.]
Half of the Grove told him not to do it. Stop blaming yourself that someone else reaped what he sowed.
[For Luca, it's the closest he's gotten to admitting the fate he's been plagued with — to Kiera, at least. Deep down, he knows that if he wanted them to catch on and care, he might have tried to make it that much more obvious. Unfortunately, they don't. And in the second they turn away, they might as well have cut further into the rift between them.
So much for his attempt to not push them away.]
Of course. You're right. [His tone has flattened once more. His posture is stiff.] And now that you have confirmed my well-being, you can leave.
[at the shift in tone, kiera looks back at him. always one step away, one page apart. they used to fit together so well. when they were young, they could practically read one another's thoughts, far more like twins than the eldest caeliuses acted.]
What are you talking about? Clearly, you're not well.
[on one hand, kiera is aware that luca now has a temper fiery enough to rival the beast within. but then again, this feels like it's out of nowhere.]
I've been trying. Do you think I'm secretly blaming you, myself? If you have something you want to tell me, you should actually tell me instead of trying to force me out the door.
[Luca's teeth snap together hard enough to make an audible noise. He'd wince, if his expression weren't already shuttered. Still, there's a visible twitch as his jaw tenses and untenses. He's considering it, at least?
It just doesn't go far enough.]
You of all people know how to read between the lines. If you have somehow lost that ability in the years we've been apart, that is not my fault. [He heads toward the bar. He's polished every glass in the building at least twice, but what's wrong with a third?] I told you what was wrong. You were the one that chose not to pursue it.
[kiera follows him, but at a distance. not ending the conversation, but also not pursuing him like a predator animal. even if she's holding things back, kiera doesn't want to deliberately rile him up. if this didn't feel important, she'd simply cut her losses and leave as he asks.]
You're not any damn good at riddles, Luca. Why don't you run it by me again, or just speak plainly?
[Though he rolls his eyes and balks at having to repeat himself, Luca doesn't quite bite back. Yes, admitting it in the first place had been difficult but... wasn't it better if he got it out in the open?]
Neither Father, nor the priest had to die. There was no need.
kiera stares silently at luca for a long while. they aren't shocked or angry. maybe they once were, but not anymore. they know he hasn't loved them for years.]
Father, I understand. But why, pray tell, do you blame me for the bonfire?
[Luca rounds on her almost instantly. For a heartbreaking second, Luca's face is stretched into something griefstricken. He looks young, like he did when he woke up to the news of so many deaths. He tries his best to pull himself together, but the attempt falls short. He can't change the way his eyes are wide and watery.]
I knew you were a lush, but I did not expect you drank yourself to the point of being stupid. [He marches toward her, planting a hand on her chest and shoving as hard as I can.] Or perhaps you're as conceited as ever, believing the world to revolve around you?
[Another shove.]
It's not you, Kiera Canorus. It was never you. Father did not have to die because I would not have died.
[she doesn't stumble, but doesn't fight back, either. she lets him push her around. at this point, she can't tell if it's because she's worried about him, or scared that his hands might catch fire.
kiera feared luca's flames at first, but once she understood her place in the aurelius family was one of love, that fear melted away. when did she start to be afraid of it again?
probably when, as he said, everything changed. she doesn't know him anymore.]
What does a Phoenix do, Kiera? [Surely she remembers. They'd spent so many hours in the chapel together. They'd sung hymns together. He'd regaled her with stories and old legends, time and time again. If anyone knew the Aurelius legacy better than one of its own, it would be her.]
What do we in Renova revere!? What do we hope for upon death?
[He doesn't give her a chance to answer. In one instant, his free hand — the one that hasn't been shoving her, flies to his throat. There's a corkscrew there, hidden from her and obscured by his repeated assaults. He's quick, and he knows where to strike. The pain would last only a few seconds. The mess would be more of an issue.
Only it doesn't happen. In one second, his hand is flying forward. In the next, a faint gout of flame shoots forward. It singes the span of his throat just barely. More importantly, though, it causes him to drop the weapon.]
Why?! [He hisses his words not to Kiera, but to something else. He places a hand to his head, wincing as another voice calls to him, audible only within his mind.
(Do not flaunt my powers when you know not if they work.)]
I died. [He holds a hand up before they can say more.] I don't know how many times. I have lost track of the "whys" and "whens." Some were my own doing. Others came at the hands of a stranger.
Every time, I have come back. Every time, the Phoenix reminds me that it is not done with me. And if I had been allowed to take the blade meant for me, it would have done the same.
[Luca doesn't have realize his eyes have begun to burn until it's too late. Dampness traces its way down over the round swell of his right cheek.]
He did not need to die. If the Phoenix had only told me it were possible, we would not have needed to be afraid. He would still be here.
[Behind them, that familiar spirit flickers in and out. Has his trademark charismatic smile faded in the slightest? Perhaps.]
[for far too long, kiera continues to simply stare, slack-jawed. any semblance of composure, of coolheaded aloofness, is out the window. she's a child again, terrified that great harm has come to her little-big brother. (it has.) the horror and despair is as plain on her face as any emotion was when she first learned from luca and cyrus and giselle and everyone that it was alright to show them.
of course she thinks of cyrus, bleeding out and choking on poison from the blade intended for his heir. but she also thinks of luca, fighting a castillan agent to the death and losing. luca, murdered in his sleep. luca, so alone and lost and anguished that he takes his own life.
luca, completely alone in the world, while kiera spent their life taking advantage of their position, drunk out of their mind, chasing every pleasure they could find in an effort to block out the pain that they probably could have eased if they'd only tried to face it.
luca, living in this grief and this guilt for nearly ten years.]
Luc... [kiera isn't crying, but their eyes are misty, and their voice quivering.] You didn't know. You couldn't have known. It wasn't your fault.
[Their silence is not wholly unwelcome. The longer she keeps her mouth shut, the less likely it feels that they'll run their mouth, say something stupid. He has opened himself up in his moment, flayed skin and peeled back ribs to expose a part of him that's been scarred again and again. He's vulnerable, and in a way he doesn't know he can trust Kiera to deal with properly.
By some miracle, what they do eventually find in themselves to say... isn't too far off how Luca feels. He knows they don't mean it in that regard, which makes him almost scoff. So close to the truth, but missing it entirely. It isn't like them, but how could they be expected to understand the full gravity of Luca's own situation.]
You're right. [He says it with a strange finality, one that runs counter to the broken chords of his voice just a few seconds prior.] I could not have known. It was not my fault.
[His hand settles above his chest. His fingers clamp down, nails digging through the fabric. If not for the second band over his chest, he might have even broken the skin.]
The Phoenix could have deigned to tell the truth years ago. It could have saved him. Instead, it sat idly in my mind until it was forced to act. [He shakes his head.] It doesn't care. Not for its scions. Not for its people. All it wants is pawns to act in its stead.
No more. I'll rip it out if I have to. And then I can finally rest.
[they should have realized this before. maybe it can be chalked up to them not being quite so emotionally distraught over anything in... just about eight years. which they'll likely beat themselves up over later, but right now...
all they can think of for the moment is how much they owe the phoenix. it welcomed them into its home despite their working for its enemy. eventually, its love for them burned so bright that the butterfly's influence was charred away entirely. after being reared to praise a beast so cruel, they found warmth and solace in a god that valued them as they were. kiera had come to love the phoenix with all their heart.
... but that was all a lie, too, they're realizing for the first time. the phoenix doesn't even care for its own blessed beyond his usefulness to it. why the hell would it care about them?]
So they are all the same. [they murmur, quiet, after a long moment of shock. and yet... the last thing luca says sends a shiver up their spine.]
[Wrapped up in his own grief as he is, Luca doesn't really consider what Kiera might be going through. He can't, when he isn't so privy to her thoughts. He'd watched her come around to the prospect, recalled her voice eventually joining his in the hymns they sang. But the war she'd waged to get there? The grief she might feel?
It's all hard to process, considering his own feelings.
Admittedly, he does catch her words, but he doesn't have the inclination to ask about them, not just yet. He is more occupied with her current question. And while he can't know the journey she's gone through to accept the Phoenix, he knows with some certainty that she's amongst its faithful.
[When Wolfwood makes his announcement about the bookburning, Luca's thoughts not go to the bonfire, but to the Church itself. He thinks of a certain Gargoyle, perched at his chosen spot, and can't help but wonder what he might have to say of all of that.
It's strange, how his thoughts always seem to go to said Gargoyle. Stranger still is the way his stomach seems on the verge of twisting into knots. He has to focus his mind to keep from dwelling on it, lest he start acting like a boy with a crush.
He isn't. He doesn't. Or at least that's what he tells himself even as he marches over to the Church. Normally, he might sit below the building and call up to its resident. However, with Wolfwood and his companions busily prepping for that evening, he opts for something a little more private. And so he hefts himself up to the rafters, and then carefully exits through the hole in the ceiling.]
Zahilya. [He clears his throat.] You know, this is a rather difficult place to regularly visit you at.
[Zahliya, as per usual, is doing the male Miqo'te sit on the roof, because when is he not doing that. This is how you monitor the world from on high, obviously. Turns out Gargoyles are just cats—
He hears Luca coming, climbing up the rafters, but doesn't register that it's him at first. He merely thinks either the good Father is trying to chase the pigeons out, or that Elsword's back in there, or maybe someone else is just fucking around. Then, he hears Luca's voice, and he tilts his head back and grins.]
It's good for you to climb. It keeps the upper body strength up. [Not that Luca needs it, really.] Did you come to watch with me? Everyone seems excited about this. I have to say, I like the thought of getting rid of the False God's things.
I am going to choose to not be offended by the implication that I need upper body strength. [He says it with something close to a grin. It's the sort of expression that's almost exclusively been offered to Zahliya and Zahliya alone. Luca and Kiera have gotten closer again, but it would still take some time to repair the damage done to their relationship.
But that's not why he's here. Luca sits beside him, and yes I mean actually sits. Save the Miqo'te posing for the Garg, thank you.]
I was actually coming up to see if it would bother you. You might be made of flame and stone, but hours of smoke in your eyes is bound to get irritating. [He clears his throat.] If... it grew to be too much, you're welcome to take refuge with me.
It's true, I don't like things getting in my eyes. Normally it's blood and not smoke, though. [hello????] I do have to watch over the people here, but...
[He glances over at Moder in the distance. That old moose has never seemed bothered by things getting in her eyes, considering how hidden away they are in the first place. Zahliya had, in the past, tried to take them out... it was difficult. That was when she was corrupted, of course.]
...do you think Moder has it handled? She's the omnipotent one, not me.
[What's worse is that Luca doesn't even blink at what Zahliya says. Blood in the eyes? Normal. Happens to the best of them, and it always sucks.]
If the idea makes you uneasy, I will not force it, but... [He cracks a grin as he looks from Moose to Garg.] She does have quite the size advantage, compared to you. Surely she can handle twice what you can.
I did fight her once upon a time, for several hundred years in fact! I can handle things that are four times my size! [zahliya please] I like to believe we're on equal strength levels!
[HUFFS but not seriously.]
...either way, yes. I'll follow you. Are you going to climb down, or are you going to risk breaking your ankles, or do I need to fly you down?
So very brave and strong. [There is definitely a note of sarcasm there, but it's the playful, lighthearted sort. If anything, Luca's charmed by the insistence.]
In any case, my ankles are far sturdier than that. [He sounds very scandalized by the assumption.] And even if they broke, my own passenger would not allow for me to remain injured for long.
[Dumb bird baby has not yet realized how slow his healing is.]
And I would hate to debase such an esteemed guardian by making him carry me about.
"Debase", says the man who has seen me at some of my lowest points. [Zahliya rolls his eyes and stands, balancing much as a mountain goat would on a steep slope. The roof isn't quite as steep, but the principles apply.] Please. Carrying you like a sack of luggage would be as simple as breathing. It would be you who would be embarrassed, not I.
[....no, it would be both of you idiots. What is this.]
[Try as he might, Luca can't seem to come up with anything smart to say. He stumbles over his words, trying to maintain the brevity without mocking Zahliya's vulnerability. Never mind the fact that he doesn't want to up and say something stupid.]
I would not mind spending a few more nights in your presence. [Goddammit, what did we just say, Luca.
No matter. He huffs once at tosses his head to the side. His arms crossed, not unlike a petulant child. With his nose angled upward, he manages:] I would not be embarrassed.
[You know. Inviting the challenge. Very heterosexual.]
[Zahliya has discovered recently that sometimes, you can be a little silly. He's had his head in his own ass for quite a while, after all. "Killing monsters is the only thing I can do" and "I miss all of you from the past" were pretty much his only sentiments, but at least Luca seems to have startled him back to the real world with... that weird fluttery feeling, ugh, what is that.
Point is, he likes teasing Luca. And he knows he, logically, needs to realise that it's okay to just be without thinking he's going to get murdered because someone poked him in the arm. So!
He smirks at Luca. There's a glint in his eyes... and then he bends down and scoops the man bridal-style before he leaps off the side of the roof, catching the air on his leathery wings.
[The rest of his words are swallowed by an echoing squawk. It's a very marvelous impression of a bird, all things considered. Which means it's pretty damn embarrassing for them both. Nevertheless, he doesn't exactly flail or try to get out. he knows better, knows that it'll only end in something broken for at least one of them.
The best he can do is cross his arms, scowl, and pretend that he didn't just effectively yelp and, well. Embarrass himself.]
[Smirking, he circles the treetops for a moment, then leans his weight back and lets the wind catch his wings in a proper stop once they're close enough to the ground. It's a bit of a janky landing, Zahliya isn't used to flying with a passenger (or really at all, since he can only go up about thirty feet), but Luca at least gets set on his feet right in front of the bar doors safely and gently.
[See, that's what you think, Zahliya. But even if his feet are left to hit the ground, Luca remains limp, with his arms wrapped around the Gargoyle's shoulders. While his face remains otherwise blank, his eyebrows lift.]
You won't even carry me across the threshold after all of that? What sort of treatment is this?
[He's just gonna stay dangling there. Don't mind him.]
[Whatever, get scooped idiot. It's not a cute bridal carry, but rather Zahliya leaning down to throw Luca over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He will, in fact, carry Luca into the bar proper and then plop him down in a seat.
:) ]
Unless you'd rather I park you right behind your counter?
[... The view is nice, at least. Is he scoping the cake? Maybe just a little. He doesn't indicate as much, instead letting out a very annoyed huff. He squirms a few times against his shoulder, but doesn't try to actually get free.
That doesn't keep him from crossing his arms defiantly once he's in a seat. His leg shifts, angling so he can rest his heel against the opposite knee.]
I'm not cooking for you, if that's what you're getting at.
[That's fair, Zahliya has a very round ass. Anyway—
Tail wagging :)]
I've never seen you anywhere else! [He's teasing, of course. He's seen Luca doing other things at the bar! ...mostly cooking though!] But no, I am not hungry right now.
It is my job. And some of us need to stay busy around here.
[He knows he could be contributing more. Investigating, finding answers. Truthfully, though, he's always been a bit subdued like this. Solitude is easier, especially when this place is familiar. The presence of the spirit helps, even if they can't exactly communicate.]
If I'm not cooking, then, what would you like to do? Unless you propose staring at one another for hours on end?
[Only one thing to do about that. Luca reaches out and attempts to cover Zahliya's eyes with his palm. Can't stare if your eyes are hidden, Zahliya! What now!]
And yet you seem to be losing. What a shame!
[This is supposed to be the thread they have sex in and yet here they are. They actually just missed the fighting because they were being stupid. Incredible.]
[Yeah but sex can't be done without foreplay which can't be done without stupidity. Zahliya is... very very good at being dumb, because now that he's pulled his head out of his ass, he's sort of realised it's fine to be dumb and take breaks.
(This will bite him in the ass later.)
He grins and tries to peer around Luca's hand, stopping to grab it and lower it and...
...then he just sort of holds it, adjusting himself into a proper sit as he does.]
When I first met you, I didn't know you'd be so goofy. I thought you were going to be too... [he hums, searching for a non-offensive way to put this,] concerned about the circumstances. Not that they aren't concerning, you understand, but...
I would not have learnt to relax without you. That's what I mean to say.
[Luca is more than ready to continue this little "squabble" for as long as it goes on. What he isn't ready for is Zahliya holding his hand. For the conversation to turn so serious, bordering on heartfelt. Anyone else, and he might have pulled away in exasperation.
But Zahliya's always been a strange one. And try as he might, Luca can hardly deny the growing affection he feels for the Gargoyle.]
I am concerned, do not get me wrong. [But they both know that.] There is just something about you. It... makes me feel -
[Luca pauses, searching for the words. When he fails, he makes a vague motion with his hand, scowling faintly in his frustration.]
When I was younger, I wasn't... like this. Kiera and I were known for terrorizing our fellow nobles with all manner of foolishness. And sometimes - [He pauses, jaw tensing as he chews on the inside of his cheek.] You make me feel like that anew.
Mm, well, it took me quite a long time to adjust to that. Where would I be if we hadn't met? Certainly not bothering you for snacks or breaking into the fridge-thing.
[He is Not letting go of Luca's hand. They're mutually warm, and the touch, for once, isn't something outright scary. Luca is not dangerous to Zahliya specifically, and Zahliya's unnatural heat isn't dangerous to him. It's... nice. It's just nice.
He flips Luca's hand over and traces the lines of his palm with a claw, delicate as a feather.]
It is very funny for you to say you feel young again when you are already very small. [wow] ...and I do like that you feel like a fool around me. I've not been very put together around you, either.
[It's not hard to see that most of the Grove cares for him. Perhaps not as much as Luca, but good luck getting him to admit that out loud just yet. The point is, Luca isn't so certain he's brought all that much good to Zahliya's life. Not that he doesn't cherish the Gargoyle or -
whoa, those are awfully sappy thoughts. Yet it turns out, they go just fine with his steadily thumping heart. He can't help it, when those claws find a way to be so gentle to him. They make him feel... less abnormal. He's long struggled with the burden of his Blessing, and how it makes him stand out. But when everyone else is different..]
I'm going to choose to ignore that comment - [Said with a soft grin.] and simply say that I... think I rather like when you aren't put together, Zahliya.
[He feels warm and light, content despite the way his heart rabbits within his chest. He meant what he said about feeling young again. This feels like his first crush, like how he used to write his own name with various last names of the boys he fancied around Aerea.]
It feels like a gift. Something secret for the two of us to share.
[The logical next step is to kiss the boy but Zahliya has never read a romance novel in his life (he cannot read) and not understanding traditional romance tropes is killing this discussion.
...but his tail is wagging behind him, so maybe that counts for something.]
You are embarrassing, [he says, despite being the one holding Luca's hand here,] my clownery is not a gift.
[But.]
...though, if you would consider it such, then I don't mind giving it to you freely. I do... [Deep breaths, little garg, it's okay.] ...I am rather fond of you. More than I think I am fond of the others. Do not tell them, I can't handle when Mizuki cries.
[When is Luca going to romantically read him a bedtime story then, huh, Wolfie? Where is this?
Anyway. Luca glances toward that tail, watching its twitching back and forth and feels... emboldened. Maybe it's the words that Zahliya speaks, or the atmosphere. Perhaps, still, it's the confession that they've shared, however much they might have ducked around actually admitting anything.
Either way...]
I assure you, I do not kiss and tell.
[But they haven't - no shut up. Luca leans across the bar, almost hurriedly attempting to steal a kiss from Zahliya. It's little more than a peck before he ducks back and pretends to look for something. Just don't ask him what.]
Zahliya has that same thought. "But we haven't???" and then Luca quickly closes that gap, though not long enough to really give a proper kiss. Like hey. Wait a second, come back here??
He is not a forward person unless it comes to a battle or wanting food to eat. Not normally. Luca is a lot different, though, in many good and glorious ways, and Zahliya feels pretty strongly that he was not done there. It helps to have an outlet for all the strange, fluttering feelings besides.
So:]
That was hardly a proper kiss. [And then he gets up and swings himself over the counter, hopping down at Luca's side.] I think it's supposed to last longer. I'm giving that a two out of ten stars, try again.
[There isn't even a chance to complain about Zahliya clambering all over his bar. He opens his mouth, and then suddenly he's there. They're so close to one another, too, and it's not like Luca was exactly satisfied with the peck either.
Nevertheless, he has an image to keep. And that image forces him to press his lips into a thin line and cross his arms over his chest.]
It was a perfectly amenable first attempt. Especially when I was testing the waters. [He rolls his eyes hard enough that his head hurts.]
If you want another kiss so bad, why don't you show me how it's done?
No, I know you must have an idea how to kiss like how I have an idea how to kiss. You've seen the others do it before, haven't you?
[No, Zahliya, you just have a weird vantage point from on high.
Either way, he's going to shake off his nerves, go away nerves and let him put a name to these emotions finally, and surge forward and grab Luca's face with his hands to give him a proper kiss. ...his definition of proper, anyway, it's sloppy and uncoordinated and he has no idea what he's doing but it's a kiss!!]
Certainly not! [Does that come dangerously close to sounding flustered? Did Luca spend his teenage years staring longingly at couples and dreaming of fantastical happy endings? Absolutely he does, and absolutely he did.]
Besides, that's not the -
[Luca... doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence. Suddenly, there is gargoyle hands on his face, and gargoyle lips on his mouth. Yes, it's clumsy and out of sorts, but it isn't as if Luca's previous affairs were particularly gentle or coordinated. He's pleased enough with the attention, making a sound into the kiss as his fingers lift to card through Zahilya's hair. Keep going, please and thank you.]
[That hair is gonna come out of its sloppy bun if Luca isn't careful. Not that Zahliya really cares, although midway through their kissing, he notes that his balance is a little off. Surely it's fine. He'll just lean forward a little, tail wagging and wings wiggling, and continue to give Luca a big smooch on the lips and
tilt forward too much and send them both toppling to the floor.]
[Luca's stomach pitches wildly as he falls backward. He tries to throw out an arm to catch himself. It grants him the mercy of not bashing his head against the floor, but little else. He feels bruised even after just a few seconds, and yet -
Well. Zahliya's mouth is still on his, so he can't just abandon it. He returns the kiss eagerly, perhaps even hungrily. The remaining fingers in the gargoyle's hair finish off the hair tie, freeing that long, dark hair before coming to rest at the base of a horn.]
[What if we made out on the floor and we were both fire boys
Which, to be honest, Zahliya has no idea how makeouts work. Yes, he has seen some face-sucking from on-high, but that doesn't mean the movements of his lips make much sense. He does make some sort of gargoyle-purr at having Luca's hand in his hair, though. That feels nice. Normally he'd pull back, but... Luca is safe. He's always been safe.
So, little garg-growls instead. With no idea how to continue kissing from here, though, he breaks the kiss to kiss along Luca's cheek and jaw instead. Surely that's what he's supposed to do now? Getting off the floor doesn't even come to mind. This is where we kiss now.]
[It may not come to Zahliya's mind, but Luca is nothing if not prissy. You'd think he wouldn't be after traveling as much as he has but... now that he has soft pillows and silky sheets again, he's reverting to his natural self. That being said, it's hard to pull back when he's the one on the floor, and harder still with Zahliya's eagerness. He has no choice but to reach up and tug gingerly on a horn, just to get the Gargoyle's attention.]
If you are insisting on continuing this, I am going to insist we take it upstairs. You will not have me on the floor.
[Tug noted, Zahliya backs off with his head tilted against whatever direction Luca has tugged him.]
...oh, yes. I suppose humans do not like laying on the floor.
[If Zahliya sleeps, it's on the roof, so... you know, no standards. He gets up, though, and he'll hold a hand out to tug Luca to his feet and dust him off. If his hands linger... shhhh.]
I'm sorry for pushing you over. I meant to just kiss you normally. That... did not happen.
[Luca can only scoff. He's nowhere near as annoyed as he could be. Had anyone else done this, he might have decked them. But Zahliya is ever drawing the young boy in him out. He can't help but enjoy these sillier dalliances.]
Do I sound angry? [He shakes his head, before placing a hand on his hip.] The only thing currently making me cross is the fact that you are not still kissing me? Or at least that we are not moving upstairs.
[Oops, Luca is cracking a near impish grin. He lifts his brows up, already taking a few steps back toward the stairs. The flush of his cheeks is creeping down his neck, but right now he's feeling mildly emboldened. It's the gremlin instinct.]
It would only be right for you to fall down this time.
[He doesn't wait for a response, or even a kiss. He's already making for the stairs.]
If you feel like kissing me again, I suggest you hurry.
[They are running up the fucking stairs like two teenagers in love and honestly, it's a very pure, light-hearted feeling. Zahliya had no idea he could feel like he was walking on clouds, but here he is. If his tail wags and slaps Luca shhhh...]
I'm on a timer now?
[But they're skidding to a stop in front of Luca's door, where Zahliya fights with the doorknob until it opens. ...hopefully it's not locked or this will be embarrassing.]
[If his tail slaps Luca, Zahliya will quickly find it getting tugged. Not hard, but definitely with a standoffish little scoff! How dare you.]
Indeed! You were the one who was so eager, after all.
[He watches with no small amusement as Zahliya struggles with the door. No, he's not offering to help. It's not locked, so surely the Garg can manage it! It's only once he does that Luca takes the lead and coaxes him in.
It's... relatively sparse up here. Luca clearly has made sure all the luxuries were customer facing. That being said, the bed itself is rather luxurious. Not that Zahliya hasn't been here before but I don't think I described what a bougie bitch Luca is, what with his silk sheets and absolute MOUND of pillows.]
Ah, well. Here you are. It isn't as if you are unfamiliar.
[Ah, yes, he remembers the pillows and the silk sheets... he was scared to ruin them with how messy he was last time he was here. All sorts of fucked up, bleeding everywhere... at least now, he's less of a mess. Physically.
Emotionally... well anyway ignoring the stirring, anticipatory emotions is free.]
Certainly not, and were your window not too far up, I would have flown us in through that instead. ...probably. [Stupid fucking barrier. Zahlilya paces over to the mattress and sits down on it, bouncing briefly. He forgets how soft these things are.] You are going to sit with me, yes?
[Luca hesitates a moment before finally settling in beside Zahliya. He fusses with the hem of his shirt, staring down at his fingers before glancing up once more. Now that they're here, he isn't sure what he's supposed to do. He's done this before, but it was far more... aggressive. There weren't feelings involved — and even if there were, they were the kind Luca wouldn't be caught dead acknowledging.
It's not the same with Zahliya. He cares about the Gargoyle, even if it's hard to admit it out loud. He wants to do this right, which is a pain in the ass when he doesn't know what right is...]
[Meanwhile, Zahliya is honestly... fucking clueless. He's so sorry Luca. He wishes he had rizz, but all he has is vague ideas and love.]
So. [He echoes, and then if Luca sits down, he will lean in to kiss him again because? what else could they possibly be here for?] Your face is red. Am I that good at kissing?
[He absolutely is, especially after Zahliya kisses him again. Since they're as close as they are, Luca doesn't hesitate to give him a little shove. It's playful more than anything, lacking any of his defensive sort of venom.]
And seeing as how your kisses have knocked me down at least once, I think I would be more than justified in saying that they need work.
[Which. Speaking of! Luca leans in and steals a kiss. And then another.]
Lots of work. [One last kiss.] I don't know what I will do with you.
[Buddy he's pretty sure it's red. Like. That's a shade of red. Right there.]
Mm? Do they? I suppose you'll just have to teach me, won't you? Practice makes perfect, or so the human adage goes.
[Speaking of kisses. Zahliya is also returning them, eagerly at that, giving little time for either of them to really breathe. It's not like he's really gotten "making out" down, but his hands are on Luca's shoulders and he's being about as aggressive as an immortal stone creature who has never kissed before can be. Lots of cute little pecks, giggles, lips parting oh hey he figured something out—]
[Well, Luca can't exactly turn his nose up stubbornly at Zahliya's teasing. Not when they are - oh they are making out now. Zahliya's mouth is open and it's not like Luca isn't going to take advantage of that. He can't help it. The Gargoyle already runs warm, so for science he has to see what it's like inside him right?
Yes, Luca tries and fails to not let the thought run away from him. Maybe that's why he takes the chance to place his hands against Zahliya's shoulders and push him back down against the bed. Guess we're doing this now.
He breaks the kiss just to add the pithiest little:]
[Luca gives Zahliya approximately one (1) whole hour to gather himself after retreating from the ruins before the hunt begins. He ardently checks all the usual spots, even going as far as climbing up to the top of the church, in an effort to track him down. When that fails, he makes his way around the perimeter, searching for traces of glowing green fire. It would be just like the Gargoyle to immediately rush into more combat after nearly losing everything.
Instead, Luca finally catches sight of a familiar form near the river. He clears his throat on approach, figuring it best not to startle the creature whilst its predatory sibling still loomed. Nevertheless, Zahliya isn’t going to get away with stewing in silence tonight.]
I brought you something.
[There are bandages in one hand, on the off-chance any Zonari-inflicted wounds have lingered, and a bottle of alcohol in the other. Luca… actually isn’t sure if Zahliya can drink but! Hey! Only one way to find out.]
I feel it would be foolish to ask how you are feeling considering everything but… [A vague motion.] How are you feeling?
[Mostly, Zahliya is trying to clean up, because he is... messy. Dirty. He spent half the time rolling in the mud while it was raining buckets out, not to mention the injuries. Though most of them are healed, a small handful are not, mostly clustered on his arms and legs. He absorbed so much of that black rot that the healing is delayed.]
Pissed off, mostly. [For reasons that are very obvious. But he takes the bandages anyway and starts patching himself up. He's also mostly naked sorry Luca (not sorry Luca). At least there are pants??] At least my head feels like it's on right, but it won't stop pounding.
[The good news is that Luca isn't particularly bothered by the partial nudity. The bad news is that he can't properly enjoy it for what it is. He's too busy fretting over this poor Gargoyle. The tragedy of it all.
A ghost of a smile spreads over Luca's lips at the compliment, before settling into something a bit more stony and determined. After setting the bottle of alcohol down, he reaches out and snatches the bandages back with one hand, before grabbing hold of an arm with another. Let him take care of it, thanks.]
As I always hope to be. [He thumbs gingerly over Zahliya's inner wrist, before setting about properly wrapping one of the more grievous looking wounds. He is careful not to let his own skin touch it, lest the corruption try to affect him in turn.]
It only makes sense for your mind to be swimming. Not only did you lose much, but you also learned. There is... much to take in.
[Holding still like a good garg... he will let the bf fret. Besides, it's easier to have help in this case.]
My head feels jammed full. She gave me all of the memories back, including encounters hundreds of years ago that she'd erased. And... whatever happened in the timeloop you apparently got stuck in also got folded into my memories, so I have two separate sets of what happened after I woke up. I never saw the inside of the Temple before.
Aww, Lu, if you want me to be mean to you, you need only to say so. I could pin you to the wall with my swords.
[....SO ANYWAY,]
...I will be fine. Moder is pissed off, too, and won't go near where my so-called sibling is, but we've endured worse. I don't believe that anyone will be able to rehabilitate her, but it would be a huge blow to that asshole false god, so I hope you will for your sakes.
[Hold on, give him a second to reset his damn brain.]
Well, if anyone can, it will be my sibling. Not because I think she has any emotional aptitude, or some sort of secret way of worming into Zonari's brain. [Even though she... kinda does.]
She's simply a stubborn bitch, same as your sister. They'll get on great and exchange gossip before long.
[whether luca is upstairs in his quarters or downstairs at the bar, he'll surely hear a series of thuds as barrels and... something else hit the floor on the storage level.
said "something else" turns out to be his sister, drenched in their own blood and wheezing softly. clearly still alive, at the very least. as soon as they catch sight of him, they smile with bloody teeth.]
[Naturally, Luca hears the clattering. He's up in his room at the moment, preparing for the day. At the sudden eruption of noise, however, he promptly tears down the stairs. He doesn't know what he expects to find, but it certainly isn't his sibling.]
Kiera! [He rushes to her side, already taking stock of the wounds.] What in the light happened to you?
[if it helps, the way they're mostly on their stomach shows pretty much everything. their hand and wrist are torn up, their side punctured. a scratch or two tore open their back and the back of a leg, the lacerations made much larger when they transformed from a tiny bird to a full sized human. they're not too deep, thankfully, but wide.]
Mm... One very angry cactus flower. [even as soft as their voice is -- especially so, given the wound in their side -- it seems they can't turn off the pitiful attempts at joking.]
What does that even - [Luca cuts himself off, shaking his head in annoyance. Instead, he shifts over to her, tucking his arms under her frame. He's going to life her face down, sorry about it.]
I can't help you here. You need to be at the clinic. Why the hells didn't you go there?
I don't give a damn if he is. [Luca's voice cracks. Emotion rises and wedges in his throat. It's infuriating, the way he feels like nothing more than a boy now.]
I'll burn him alive if I have to. But I'm not letting you bleed to death on my fucking floor, you stupid - [He trails off with a low growl. He opts, instead, to heave Kiera to her feet.]
[... okay, if he wants to argue, and she can't physically resist, she'll be a little more forceful with her words. even if they come out slow, she manages to bite with them nonetheless.]
Came here to make sure -- you would be safe, dumbass. If you put yourself in danger, dragging me across town... then I came here for nothing.
[Before Luca can finish, there's the oppressive sound of thunder from outside. It happens in rapid succession, too loud and too frequent to be natural.
Right. Okay. He inhales as deep as he can, before setting her down.]
Don't move. If you bleed out before I get back with bandages, I'll kill you.
[And with that he's running up the stairs as fast as he can.]
[ Once the stone has been fully enchanted, blessed, and set into the bracelet, Clive seeks Luca out at the bar. This is going to be an odd request and he knows it, but at least being blunt about it will make it less weird, perhaps. So he just walks up to the bar, glancing to see if Luca is serving today. ]
[Serving isn't quite right. He's seated on the opposite side of the bar, leaning over to direct Kiera on where certain bottles can be found. They're clearly enjoying themselves, if the grins and playful teasing is anything to go off of.
The brevity pauses for a moment when Kiera notices Clive, though. A wink is directed toward Luca, before she conveniently disappears into the store room. Luca, meanwhile, turns to face Clive. It's probably silly for him to already be flushed but... here we are.]
Hello, Clive. Is it time for your nightly planning session already?
[ That almost makes him want to come back later, to let the siblings have some time to each other. It makes him smile as he watches, and he raises a hand as Kiera spots him, chuckling as she disappears. The flush on Luca's face makes him smile in return, his gaze softening. Warming. ]
Actually, I'm here to speak with you. I have a rather odd request I need to ask.
[He says it like it's actually a surprise. As if they haven't been dancing around their affectations for the better part of a month now. Never mind the kiss they had shared.
But the fact that it's a request gives him pause, and the request itself makes him outright gape. He searches Clive's face for a joke but... finds nothing to indicate as much. Hm.]
Well... it isn't as if I have anything else to do. [Kiera has this handled, he's just being overbearing about it.] May I ask what inspired you so?
[ The gaping makes him smile apologetically, he knows. But he perks up when Luca agrees, as this entire thing sort of hinges on the man saying yes, but hesitates to the question.
His shaggy hair prevents the tips of his ears from betraying his blushing. ]
Would you accept it's a surprise gift in the making? It's part of a quest Ydalir handed to me. I'm to spar you until you're exhausted.
[ And... he's allowed to flirt, so after a pause, he smirks a little and tilts his head. ]
Sadly not the type of sparring I'm most looking forward to, but helpful, none the less.
[Well, that's twice that Clive has managed to pleasantly surprise Luca. Whatever was growing between the two of them, he hadn't expected they were at the gift giving stage yet. Perhaps he was running behind and should work on something. Or -
Clive's quip cuts off his train of thought. He's left to scowl at the man, shoving once at his shoulder before moving away from the barstool he'd been settled on. It's a good thing he'd come down from his room with his rapier tucked at his side already.]
Come then. Let me wipe that smirk off your face before it sticks.
[ The scowl and the shove makes him laugh, warm and soft, as he turns to follow Luca outside. He'll be good and not make another comment. He won't push the flirting too much, not yet.
Once outside, however, he moves to draw his sword from it's sheathe on his back, adjusting his grip with his left hand. He still doesn't like using it, it's not nearly as strong as his right, but he has no choice unless he tapes it to his hand. ]
Remember. Exhaustion. Come at me with everything. No holding back.
[ He's fascinated to see how Luca fights, too. A rapier makes him think of Jill. Lighter, dartier? Hm. ]
[Luca is actually quite eager for this fight. They've enjoyed their more tactical conversations over chess, but Luca has yet to have the pleasure of seeing Clive in action. He knows from speaking with Joshua that he fights with a greatsword, but that doesn't say over much about his style.
He'd like to think he's coming in with an advantage though. He knows how a greatsword wielder moves and attacks for the most part. Granted, his own style was much different, considering the fact that his own blade had been just as tall as he was. Nevertheless, Luca is confident as he unsheaths his rapier and gives a nod.
There is a brief moment where he grips the blade with both hands, as if he did indeed clutch a much larger weapon. It's corrected quickly enough, posture shifting with relative ease, even as he scolds himself mentally.]
You don't have to tell me twice.
[He rotates his wrist once, watching the blade dip and bend, before flicking his gaze up toward Clive. Come at him with everything? He'll be sure to make Clive regret those words.]
[ Interesting. So Luca is used to fighting with a larger weapon, if that double handed grip is anything to go on. It's quickly corrected but it means Luca's going to be aware of Clive's own style. He raises his hand briefly to give Luca a hold on, then turns Gotterdammerung, resting the blade against his arm as he holds the handle out towards Luca. ]
Would this be more your speed?
[ Take it, his voice says, because he has an idea. He asked for everything Luca has to give, after all, and he should give as much as well. As he holds the sword out, he calls Odin to him, then manifests Zantetsuken to his right hand. The sword almost grows out of it, silver-blue and jagged.
And with it on his right hand, he can use it properly, twirling his wrist to swing the blade around before offering Luca a little smirk. ]
[Though he knows he should stick with the rapier, Luca nevertheless studies the blade for a long moment. It's a touch more ornamental than he's used to using, but it's about the right size. He suspects the weight will be adequate too.
After a moment, he gingerly sets the rapier down and takes the larger blade by the hilt. Both hands wrap around it and pull back. He gives it a few experimental swings — albeit several steps away from Clive — before giving a brisk nod.]
It will -
[He doesn't finish his statement. He watches the sword manifest within Clive's hands with something between awe and horror. It's not dissimilar to another man Luca knew, capable of summoning a liquid arsenal all without batting an eyelash.
For some reason, it sends a jolt of something heated through him. Not gonna acknowledge that thought with a ten foot pole, thank you. Instead, he admires the way Clive easily moves the blade within his stony hand.]
There is to be no disadvantages in this fight, I see.
[ Luca might someday get to see Clive using Leviathan, if he truly wants another reminder. For now Odin will do, as it puts them both on a more even playing field. And it also changes up his fighting style, leaves them both unaware of what the other can do. Odin, after all, is about speed. ]
It wouldn't be fair to ask all of you, without giving you all of me in return.
[ Though he knows he's going to have to be careful calling any Eikons. With how unstable the curse is, he's lucky it didn't aggravate with merely calling Odin to him.
He steps back a bit and salutes Luca with the sword, bowing lightly as he does, before positioning his sword in the ready stance. Clive looks far more confident with the sword in his right hand, having been swinging one since he was six. And he's learned patience, his eyes bright on Luca but studious. Slightly dark as Odin's energy fills him.
[The hints of shadows within Clive's eyes do little to diminish the parallels Luca continues to draw within his mind. It takes some doing to force the distraction from his head. If he's going to go all out, he needs to have his mind in the moment.
Not that Clive makes it any easier, talking like that. Giving all of him is certainly a thrilling thought, one that makes Luca lick his lips contemplatively. Maybe he can dwell on it further, later. He's wasting precious time, here.
After adjusting his grip on the hilt once more, Luca reaches into his mind. He calls the the Phoenix's power forth, sending flame down the span of the blade. He's pretty sure the weapon won't come to harm, considering who its wielder is. Nevertheless, it won't last but a second in any case.
Luca sprints forward, swinging overhead and coming down toward Clive's shoulder.]
[ As promised, Clive gives Luca everything he can give. While he doesn't dare to switch to another Eikon, he will use Odin to exhaustion, utilizing the Dark Demi-God's ability to speed him up. Allowing him to dodge the heavier blows - that make him laugh at one point because it truly reminds him of himself - while taking the lighter ones.
But as good as he takes, he gives to Luca in return. He doesn't spare his strength when their swords clash, his teeth baring as he brings his considerable weight down behind the eikonic weapon attached to his arm. He knows his own will hold up, aided by Luca's fire, so he doesn't worry about meeting blow for blow.
He only calls for an end when they're both at their limit, when the muscles begin to burn and lifting their weapons begins to feel like moving a boulder with a hand. Clive isn't unused to pushing himself to the point his body gives out, though he hasn't dealt with that in a long time, but Ydalir said to exhaustion.
So to exhaustion it is.
He raises his hand, using the tip of the eikon sword to rest on, sagging a little into it, laughing a little, his breathing heavy and rough. ]
I keep forgetting what it's like not to use magic.
[ His muscles burn and he tilts his head to Luca. ]
[Luca has come to a handful of conclusions in the heat of battle. One? Clive is incredibly hot when he's throwing himself into a fight. Two? Luca has missed fighting with a sword larger than himself. He won't be making the switch back any time soon, considering the sentiment behind the rapier. However, that does lead him to conclusion three. He really needs to adjust to fighting without throwing himself around again.
But acting on most of that can wait. Right now, he's far too winded to do much of anything. He has his hands braced upon his knees, half bent over. He opts to stop standing entirely, instead, settling into the grass on his knees.]
Beasts. [It's really all he can think for the time being. He hears Clive's question, but has to take a few moments to actually weigh it within his mind. Eventually he lifts his hand and attempts to let out a shot of flame. Instead, only a piffle of smoke leaves him.]
[ The 'swear' makes Clive laugh and he finally lets Odin go, the aether fading out of him making him groan in relief as the sword fades away. He's not used to holding one Eikon for so long, his insides crawl a little with the sensation of overwhelming Darkness. He reaches into his pocket as he walks over to Luca, pulling a small bracelet that glimmers and shines in iridescent oranges under the light, moving to sit himself down beside Luca in a heavy collapse. ]
I think I pulled something the last swing, so I'm done.
[ And then he holds the bracelet out, his voice soft as he lets it sit in his open palm. ]
Your gift. I was told to make sure to tell you to never take it off. Before you place it on, however, you should know what it will do. It will allow you to close the connection between you and the Phoenix whenever you desire it.
[Luca catches the faint glimmer of the bracelet, but isn't sure what to make of it just yet. He tilts his head enough to watch Clive, smiling a touch shyly as he comes to rest beside him. He waits until Clive is good and ready, and reaches out only when Clive holds it aloft.
He stops, however, just short. What Clive describes is nothing short of a miracle. He feels something painfully hopeful shoot through him, but he knows not what to make of it. His heart thunks heavily within his chest, alternating between joy and fear.]
Clive - [His voice shakes as he takes the bracelet into his hand. He moves it back and forth between his palm, feeling power and comfort within it. He almost worries it might burn him. Part of him even thinks to hand it back.
He can feel the Phoenix's indignation in the back of his mind. It makes dread coil all the tighter within his gut.]
[ He sets his hand down on his knee after the bracelet is taken, but he doesn't close his fingers. Not yet. He sees the hesitation in Luca and understands what a big thing this is. What it means. He shifts a little to brush his arm lightly against the others, shaking his head with a small smile. ]
Then don't say anything. You needn't even wear it, if you don't desire it. But it is an option I can give you, until I can end it permanently.
[ Oh yes, he hasn't forgotten what his initial promise was. He'll figure out a way to take the Phoenix out of Luca entirely, either by breaking the connection or figuring out how to let Ifrit consume foreign Aether.
He finally shifts his hand up to reach up to curl his fingers against Luca's jaw, tilting his chin upwards, leaning in to place a soft kiss down against the corner of his mouth, his voice soft. ]
It's a start, but it's only a start when you feel comfortable taking it. All right?
[Luca takes a deep breath, finding himself surprised when it trembles at the very edges. He chalks it up as fear at first, only to realize that what's welling within his chest is warmth, not the chill of fear. Yes, he dreads the Phoenix's response, should he choose to activate its spell, but the fact that he has a choice is so much more than he ever could have asked for.
He moves at Clive's urging, staring up at him with a sheen of tears in his eyes. He opens his mouth, but finds that he can't quite manage the words. Instead, he pitches forward, head thunking against the center of Clive's chest.]
You are - [His voice wobbles.] You - kept your word.
[Of course he would. Clive Rosfield never once gave the slightest indication of not being a man of his word.]
I don't know if - if I'm ready to activate it. I fear what the Phoenix may do if I shut it out, only to ask for its power later. But... [He shifts backward, and instead holds his hand out. He presents the bracelet once more, offering a hesitant smile.]
[ He moves his arms as Luca moves to wrap them around the other man, tucking him in against him and holding him gently as he hides in against his chest. The words make him smile and he rubs his fingers lightly against Luca's back, his voice soft, a gentle rumble under his head. ]
I try.
[ And he nods, understanding that hesitation. But it will offer Luca the ability to shut the Phoenix out if it begins to hurt him. A warning that he won't put up with the creatures claws anymore. He lets him lean back, glancing down to the bracelet as it's presented, then back up to the smile.
Which gets his own out of him and he nods, carefully picking the not-so-delicate piece of jewelry up. ]
Together?
[ Because he can't use his right hand, so he carefully hooks his thumb into the latch and waits for Luca to grip the other end, so they can hook it around his wrist together. ]
[Luca may not be fragile, but he doesn't hate being treated as such. With every gentle touch — the secure embrace, the fingers down his back, even the gift itself — he finds his heart soaring. There is still fear there, but it is tempered with each moment that passes. Some part of him had deeply feared that Clive would be angry. He doubts this gift had been particularly easy to procure, and yet Clive was more than willing to wait for Luca to be ready.
For a long time, he has not been a man of prayer. Not when his deity has been as scornful as it is. Nevertheless, Luca finds himself uttering a silent thank you. Not to his Beast, who already bristles as Luca's audacity, but to the gods and guardians of this world. For so long, he had distrusted them. This kindness marked a shift from that.
With his silent utterance out of the way, Luca turns his attention back to Clive. In the height of his emotions, he had forgotten of Clive's limitations. No matter. It feels far more poetic to work together. He takes the other end as instructed and gives a nod.]
Together.
[He loops it around his wrist, touch still boarding on reverent. He waits for Clive to latch it into place, then holds it out into the small space beneath them. Something moves through him, creeping up his arm and down the span of his body. It feels powerful, protective even. More than anything, it feels loving. He'll have to ask what all went into the process, but he doubts it was easy or without its share of emotion.
The Phoenix, naturally, continues to balk. Luca pays it no mind.]
[ Carefully he latches his end to the piece Luca offers, making sure it's secure and won't release before letting his hand go, so Luca can show it off. His laugh is a soft chuckle, and he takes Luca's hand to hold it steady. ]
It does but it doesn't nearly have the same lustre.
[ He admires the stone only briefly, he's seen it enough, and turns his attention to Luca instead, tilting his head a little and smiling at him. ]
Don't think I've forgotten my promise. [ Threat, to the Phoenix. Behave, or else. ] But this is the least I can do for now.
[ Maybe if they ever figure out ways to go home, he'll make good on his promise. Until then, all they can do is shut the door on the Phoenix's beak. A beat or two as he thinks, his brow furrowing a little. If the Phoenix decides not to give Luca it's aid in turn, out of spite... well, he doesn't know if he can give Blessings with the other Eikons, they're not his, not really.
But Ifrit is... ]
And I'll be there by your side for any other moments that might arise.
[Luca only huffs in response at first, snatching his hand back with a playful scowl. It's significantly defanged by the warmth spreading over his cheeks, never mind the clear adoration in his eyes. He does his best to deflect by giving Clive's bicep another shove, but quickly undermines his own efforts with a thoughtful smile.]
You are doing terrible things to my stoic persona, I hope you know.
[He... doesn't hate it. He's long lamented the loss of the boy he used to be. He's not the only one, either. Kiera still seems to hold fast to that young man. It would be easier for all of them, he thinks, to be a little more like that.
But he can turn that thought over more later. Clive is here and now at the moment, happy with Luca as he is. He reaches up, cupping the man's cheek and gingerly thumbing over the scar there. He waits only a second before leaning up to steal a kiss, one that he hopes conveys the endless gratitude he feels.]
If you could only ever do this, it would be enough. It's more than anyone has been able to accomplish thus far.
[He shifts just enough to lay his forehead against Clive's shoulder.]
I know you will. Perhaps it's too early to say but... you have yet to let me down once.
[ The yank and the whack makes him laugh again, and he playfully rocks with it like it did anything, his mouth turning up into a little smirk in return. ]
You? Stoic?
[ The cup to his cheek makes him close his eyes and lean in to it, relaxing into it like a touch starved animal, his hand coming up in turn to cover over Luca's. The soft touch to his mouth makes him smile and lean in to return it, a brief warm brush.
As Luca leans in to him, he shifts his arms to cradle the other, just letting him rest against him and making sure he's secure so he can just relax. They did just get done pushing each other to the limits after all, Luca deserves to relax. ]
I vow it. I will not fail you.
[ He turns his head to press his mouth into Luca's head, letting it linger there for a moment. ]
[Clive is lucky he doesn't get shoved again. Instead, Luca crosses one arm with a huff, settling for fixing a glower upon the other man. He tries to manage a scowl, but it falls apart given the fact that he's still holding Clive's face with the other hand.
Which, speaking of, yes he's melting as Clive leans his head into the touch. He can at least be pleased by the fact that for all the comfort the other man gives him, Luca seems to give the same right back.]
I trust you, Clive Rosfield.
[A smirk crosses his lips after a moment, He glances toward the Watchtower, then back at Clive.]
I suppose if you're offering to carry me up the stairs and start a hot bath, I will not complain. It's only fair, after the work you made me put in.
[ His voice is musing but he's smiling as he says it, finally opening his eyes so Luca can see the sparkle in them. He doesn't say anything else as he shifts his other arm under Luca's legs to easily gather him up off the ground and into his arms proper. Then stands with him. ]
I did challenge you, it's only fair.
[ He pauses only to kneel so Luca can grab his Rapier and Clives sword for him, before straightening again and carrying him into the Watchtower proper. He will carry him up stairs, people watching be damned, and he WILL draw him a bath, see if he won't. ]
[That's the sort of glimmer that could melt a man's heart. And oh, does it. Luca wasn't going to fight being carried, mind you, but now he practically melts within Clive's arms. He nestles in close, head resting comfortably at his shoulder for a brief moment.]
Never mind the fact that you rendered me so emotional.
[There is, of course, no real complaint to those words. It's a very precious gift that he's been given, and he'll be grateful to Clive for as long as he draws breath.
For, now, though, he twists his body in order to properly sheathe his rapier. It's a bit more effort to get Clive's sword tucked away, but he does it with the same care as his own weapon. Eventually he settles once more, opting to glare daggers at anyone who dares to cast them a sideways glance.
Once they're out of earshot, Luca sighs. There's a faint laugh in his voice.]
[should polaris pay her a visit to check up, kiera has a snack of berries and a rolled and tied letter ready for her. it's clearly been ripped out of a book and written on the blank back pages of a table of contents and glossary on wagon wheel construction.]
Luca,
I believe the last letter I wrote to you was addressed "Ser Aurelius," quite some time ago. It feels almost ridiculous to communicate this way now, but I am pleased to note that even as I write, I am not overwhelmed with a sense of dread as I was in person. My hope is that this affliction is over with sooner rather than later. It pains me to leave you alone at this difficult time, so I suppose I will have to bother you sufficiently in this manner in the meantime. I pray that my meandering thoughts are, at present, a comfort rather than an annoyance to you.
Thanks to a generous (and entirely voluntary, I can assure you) donation from a new arrival, I needn't worry about feeding for some time. Even like this, it being physically necessary and all, I found the taste repulsive, which is a great relief. Nonetheless, I am doing my best to avoid anyone still in human form. I have taken to occupying my time with reading. There is an abundance of books in the school library and hardly any visitors at this time. I suspect that even if I had started at one end when we first arrived and read nonstop since, I would have hardly covered but a few shelves. My favorites thus far have been concerning subjects such as crop rotation, selective breeding of fancy pigeons, and farriering and hoof injury and disease, though I'm sure none of these come as surprises.
What did shock me is the existence of fiction romanticizing vampires. In this particular book, the human protagonist lusts after one and dreams of "being turned" by him. Can you imagine? As you might expect, disgust soon won out over my curiosity, and so that novel will forever remain unfinished by me or anyone in the Grove.
In the absence of the gentle giant (or rather, his inability to fit through the doors of the school) I have been looking after the greenhouse plants here. By the grace of some heretofore unknown benevolent god, indoor piping and tap water do not unnerve me as the river does. It is nice to bask in the presence of living things that do not cower from me on instinct. Do tell me how my beloved Pinto Grigio is faring, if you would be so kind. I miss her terribly.
I suppose I ought not push my luck, getting too long-winded about this. You needn't feel obligated to match my length, as I'm aware you're a man of fewer words than the boy in the barracks was. Even so, I must admit, it would comfort me to be privvy to your thoughts of late. Please do not feel guilt on my behalf should you be unable, however.
[When Polaris returns, she comes with a wrapped stack of blank paper. Don't be a monster, Kiera. Stop destroying books.]
Ser Aurelius,
Do not think I missed your faux pas there. Do you think that your current condition strikes you from the family line? I cannot imagine Father would feel that way. He would, does love you unconditionally, just as I do.
I am glad you have been able to achieve some level of comfort. I cannot imagine it was easy to accept, voluntary or no. I am glad, though, that you are caring for yourself. Just as we both know how you would regret it had you not.
Trust that I wish I could be with you in this time as well. I know you are struggling deeply, and if we were both not keenly aware of how difficult my presence would prove to be, I would be there in but a moment.
Dearest sister, I do hope you know that a romance could be made out of anything. Might I regale you with the one about the Cataegan Emissary and the heir to the Phoenix? Something tells me you would truly hate that. Still, I am glad you have found enjoyment within other pages. Will you tell me your favorite so far?
Pinto fares well, as to all the chicks. They remain obscenely plump, thanks to a kind benefactor who learned from your ways. You are quite welcome.
As for my own thoughts, I fear they verge on the romantic. There is something I neglected to tell you before trouble struck. Truly I felt... ashamed to talk about it, and also didn't want to trouble you with things I know you feel distaste for. But... Zahliya and I separated in the wake of Clive's absence. I said some rather untoward things to him, and though I have apologized, he has requested time and space.
It... has made things difficult. I suspect that is why my powers have been manifesting as they have. An influx of emotions combined with additional power has been... difficult.
In any case, I do so miss you. I eagerly await the moment in which this new curse releases you.
Your faithful brother, Luca Aurelius
PS: Rip another piece of paper from a book and I will rip a chunk of hair from your head. Use paper like the civilized harlot I know you to be.
[oh, polaris is such a dear for carrying all of that. kiera offers her many scritches as they pen their next letter.]
Luca,
I must admit that I was uncertain whether you truly meant it. I know we have had many disagreements since Father's passing, and likewise have made efforts to mend our relationship, but deeply ingrained habits die hard. I have lived so long in self-imposed exile that sometimes I struggle to even comprehend that you might still care for me. Before you go blaming yourself, know I have always had such doubts. They are as much a part of who I am as my very bones. I will do my best to take your gesture of goodwill to heart, however.
As far as novels go, I have greatly enjoyed a tale about a lowly servant-groom who raises a stallion from its birth. The pair bond for life and endure many trials together, but it is a glad story in the end.
I regret teasing you about romance so frequently. As much as I don't welcome such things for myself, it isn't my intention to frighten you away from sharing important aspects of your life with me. Still, I fear I was neglectful. I should have realized something was amiss. For not noticing your pain, Luca, I am truly sorry. Knowing this only makes me wish all the more that I could reassure you in some way. Once I am freed from these invisible shackles, I would be most glad to help in any way you deem appropriate. I could join you in fishing at the river, or even sit through a game of chess sober.
Thank you for humoring me with these letters. True, it is not the same as spending time with you, but it is a way to speak nonetheless, and I think that is helping me to remain sane.
Hesitantly, Ser Kiera Aurelius
P.S. I believe it will take me some time to grow accustomed to seeing it written once more.
[Polaris lightly nips their fingers, but as gentle as possible. It's a pleasant little gesture, not an aggravated one.]
Kiera,
I can only imagine how difficult it is. Your upbringing, the "purpose" you were given has haunted you for far too long. I only wish you had been able to hear it from him that he did not hold it against you. All of my words will never compare.
It sounds like a lovely book. Perhaps once you have recovered, I can pay a visit to the library and read it myself. I should like to know what you have enjoyed so much.
I do not think you were neglectful. Truthfully I was... reluctant to talk about it for more than one reason. Zahliya is an incredibly important figure in this world. Strong and capable at that. The last thing I want is for anyone to think ill of him. Or to share his business when he is already going through enough. And... honestly, perhaps I was ashamed to admit the depth of my malice in that moment.
The truth is that I accused both him and you of never caring to do enough about the Phoenix. I wanted to convince myself that neither of you cared enough, so that it was far easier to shove the two of you away. It wasn't fair, and I suppose it is only right that I suffer these consequences.
I - think fishing would be best avoided, though. Callan shares remarkable similarities to Emissary Alazon. It's been a bit... difficult to reconcile. Chess would be nice, though.
I feel the same about our current method of communicating. If I am truly honest, it has been far easier to speak my feelings. It's too easy to become self-conscious with how much I feel, especially hvae I have tried so hard for so long not to feel at all.
... Thank you, by the way. For being so patient with all of that.
Gratefully, Luca Aurelius
P.S. I have missed it so dearly, though.
P.P.S. After everything was said and done back home, I began to consider joining the guard again. Even in a reserve capacity. Do you think you would loathe working with me again?
Truth be told, I have known in my heart since then that he would have accepted me. There was always the fear of rejection, but he was not that sort of man, nor that sort of parent. My greatest regret is that I simply lacked the bravery to be honest with him, to give him the chance to prove his virtue, before it was too late. Perhaps, like you with Zahliya, I believed that I deserved to live in that pain.
Hah. It is pitiful how alike we still are, even after so much has changed.
I feel I should give you as much honesty as you have offered me. Last year, when we were trapped beneath the ocean, the Phoenix spoke to me through your body. I made a deal with the Beast that when we returned home, I would volunteer myself as its new host so that it would leave you be. I don't know if such a thing is even possible, but it agreed, and so I believed I was helping. Underhanded, yes. Behind your back, yes. I was afraid to tell you, because I know you would never approve of such self-destructive methods, and I did not know how else to ease your pain.
I swear to you, Luca, if I had known that it was possible to kill a Beast, I would have fought the wretch to my last breath. I would have made more blatant efforts had I been aware of any other recourse. I don't fault you your resentment of me, but still I beg your forgiveness.
You are everything to me. I will never give up on you, no matter the pain it brings me or the time I spend waiting on you.
If you will still have me, despite all of this, I would ask for nothing more than the chance to remain at your side.
... Terrible as it is, though, it does bring me some comfort. I have made no secret of how broken and unfixable I feel at times. Knowing that someone else shares these struggles and burdens keeps me from feeling less isolated. And maybe it gives me hope that we can both put ourselves right.
[Kiera would have no way of knowing, but Luca takes a long pause here. The words she'd written are troubling ones. His past self fumes at her for making that promise. The man he is now understands her actions, at the very least.
A few ink blobs rest on the paper, where he tapped his pen a few times before continuing. Kiera might even notice a few burn marks at the corner of the page. Understanding or no, the wash of emotions that her confession evokes is a bit much to swallow.]
You did all that you thought you could.
I won't lie, some part of me is angry. The Phoenix was... not a burden I would wish on anyone. Had you gone through with it, I might have tried to kill you myself for signing yourself up for that fate. But I won't pretend I don't also understand why.
I would do the same, if the Butterfly ever interceded in your life so severely.
All that is to say. Do not apologize for doing what I would do, were the roles reversed. If anything, I should apologize for not trusting in you. For doubting what you would do for me. You are an Aurelius, through and through. Your devotion to your family is proof of that.
But you don't need to worry. Since extinguishing the Phoenix and absorbing its flame, things have become easier. No, no. That isn't quite true. I learned how to cope when I was home. You never gave up on me there, either. And I suppose between both aspects, it has made me feel... less opposed to my life. My fate.
I don't know that immortality appeals to me, now being the Beast proper, but I can deal with that down the line. I have no intentions of extinguishing that flame preemptively. Of that, you have my word.
As for your place with me, you need not ask. You have always belonged here with me, Kiera Aurelius. You are my sister. And you always will be.
[kiera fully expects to see singed edges on the letter. in fact, she wonders how many pages luca would have fully incinerated before he was able to calm his (entirely understandable) temper. her curiosity is best left unspoken, however.]
Luc,
I would that you never knew such despair. I will admit, when I first came to Renova, I felt both terrible jealousy and disdain for you. As far as I allowed myself to believe, you had never known hardship, you were impossibly naïve, and the entire world had been handed to you on a silver platter. But unlike those I had spent my earliest years surrounded by, you were glad to share in your wealth of both status and spirit, and I came to realize what a fool I was to resent your good fortune.
I wish that I could have kept you from this pain forever. I feel that I failed you. I am aware that there is nothing I could have done at the time to prevent the Beast from scorning you, or to dissuade Augustus from allowing his blackened heart to rule his judgment. I am aware that Castilla's and Cataega's agents will never stop seeking to harm us until we put them down.
To that end, I do not know why I am telling you this. My intent is not to add more guilt to that which already weighs upon you. Perhaps I feel I do not deserve your forgiveness, nor your acceptance. Maybe I would feel differently, had I the same memories of home that you do. From my perspective, I have done next to nothing to aid you, and it feels horrid to take credit for efforts I do not recall making.
Still, I am moved by your sentiment, even if the last thing I would ever want is for you to fall victim to the Monster of my birthplace. Though I should like to think that with your power being what it is now, that scenario is entirely impossible.
I would be glad to help, when the time comes. Far be it from me to wish death upon you, but I think it would be crueler still to suggest that you do not deserve rest after all is said and done. That said, I will under no circumstances allow you to expire before the age of one hundred, and in that I feel I am being quite generous.
We will have many, many years ahead of terrorizing our fellow Guardsmen once more, Ser Aurelius.
[At least the next letter comes without issue. Polaris takes her time before heading back though. She hops onto Kiera's shoulder and settles into pulling at their hair. Preening time.]
Ki,
It's not an incorrect judgement. I had never known despair. Not only was I granted privilege the likes of which many will never see, but I also was kept from many of the trials that my predecessors had suffered. Father knew how one could suffer beneath a name and title, especially when not afforded the power it should normally bring. Perhaps that's yet another reason why he grew so attached to you. Whether he knew it or not, both of you were familiar with the savagery that one's own blood could bring.
Even if not, you know how Father was. He wanted us to do good. To not be complacent. It's one of the many reasons I have grappled with my path for so long. What I did felt right in the moment, blazing through Castilla and Cataega as I had. And yet I wonder if he would have been disappointed, to see me act as my ancestors.
Likewise, I do not know why I am telling you all of this, or what point I seek to make. I hope you can find some sort of wisdom in my words, though.
In any case, I do not feel that you have failed me. You are still here, trying despite any insistence to the contrary. You have ensured that I know joy and comfort, even going as far as paining yourself to offer an explanation to your distance.
And if it is any consolation, I would sooner burn the Butterfly for attempting to pull you in, rather than allow it to ensnare either of us. But this way felt more poetic.
I think one hundred years would be acceptable. Perhaps not here, but back home. There is much that I have missed out on and would like to make up for. Would you like to assist me? That does include terrorizing the guards, of course.
[kiera is more than happy to take their time with polaris, gently scritching the feathers along her head and neck once she's satisfied with their hair. they have a couple more berries to offer, as well as some jerky. they are, sadly, fresh out of mice.]
Luc,
I have long wondered, myself, what he would think of the person I've become. I am under no impression that my long years of wasting away under the influence of the very thing that enabled him to give me a good life would allow him to rest soundly. Many days, the mere thought of breaking his heart thusly only makes me that much more desperate to muddle my mind with deeper drink.
It seems we are both trapped in pits of our own creation. As you said, it makes me feel less alone, but I regret that you know the feeling whatsoever. At least we have one another to prevent ourselves from backsliding too far.
There will be plenty of time to relearn all that was pleasant in Renova. Gods, the city alone will keep us occupied for years. I will have to show you the up and coming eateries and businesses. In fact, I can recommend a baker you would be tempted to hire on full time for your own personal consumption.
I ought to ask -- when you next send sweet Polaris, by chance could it be in the evening hours? I do so miss flying with her, and the interior of the school does not lend itself very well to aerial acrobatics.
[Disappointing, but she'll manage. Once she's satisfied with Kiera's offerings, she flutters out of the window to do a little hunting. Her beak will still be tinged with blood when she returns for Kiera's next letter.]
Ki,
While he might not be happy about it, he wouldn't condemn you for it, either. I've heard rumors of the man he was before my birth. He struggled, just as we did. It was his primary reason for trying so hard to cater to us, I believe.
That we do. Honestly... it is difficult to see my own progress sometimes. But I know I see yours. I also trust your judgement implicitly. So if you feel I have begun my redemption, I have to believe it, do I not?
A baker? Do tell me more. Do they prefer breads? Or have they dabbled in pies? I long for an apple pie from home. I do my best, and it is passable, but it never is quite the same.
I think you will find her arrival time to be adequate. Do tell me how your flight goes.
Luc
[True to his word, Polaris's next arrival comes at sunset. It gives Polaris a bit of time to rest and Kiera to write before they take off.]
I understand your reasoning. I suppose I feel that you have made greater strides than I of late, and I confess there is a part of me that has no desire to improve myself. It is quite uncomfortable, physically and mentally, the idea of finding complicated, exhausting alternatives to what is at present quite a simple and easy bandage on the wound.
Their pies are, in fact, what reminded me so vividly of you. Their ratio of spice to apple is superb, the filling delectably moist and the crust still so impossibly flaky. Hahah! I did not realize how awfully I, too, have missed the comforts of Aerea. I believe I will take that flight now, and finish writing once I have had the chance to spread my wings.
It was quite a lovely evening, in truth. We chased one another through the canopy before taking to soar on a pleasant breeze. I was careful not to exhaust Polaris, though I doubt I could come close. I would still prefer she has plenty of energy, should you have a need for her aid. She is both as feisty and as affectionate as ever; she must find it terribly funny to hover just above me and delicately pluck a single feather from my crown. I swear that bird can and does laugh.
With regards to my condition: Joshua has said that his form changed once more after a subsequent exposure to the spores that rendered me vampiric. While I cannot, at the moment, imagine a creature more wretched to be, I am hesitant to tempt fate and return to the fungi. At the risk of placing too much on your shoulders, what do you think I should do? I do not ask so that I may place blame on you should things go wrong, but because I value your insight. You may refuse advising me on the matter, if it makes you more comfortable.
You say that, but you have made strides of your own. You have accepted your name and place with our family again. You have opened up to people, and you are no longer hiding who you are. These are all good things. That said, I will not pretend I would not be better at ease should you put down the bottle, but I also understand that it is a difficult ask.
An apple pie is nothing without its cinnamon, never mind the fact that a sour apple makes it all the better. Few people seem to understand this, anymore. I have done my best to educate the people in this world, but Renova is another story.
I am glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Polaris seemed in particularly high spirits when she returned. I suspect you could have gone longer and she still would have had plenty to spare, but I appreciate your consideration all the same.
And yes, she absolutely does laugh.
It's... difficult. I would not wish for you to suffer additionally. And though you say you will not blame me, I can certainly blame myself. That said... I think it is worth the attempt. If it could even lessen your suffering, I would appreciate it.
And really, I do miss your embrace. Is that too selfish?
[the following morning, there's a knock on the bar door before opening hours. kiera looks less like themself than they did as a vampire, given the opalescent horn on their forehead, the hooves and the long tail, but they are standing here when luca appears with no issue, and that is what matters. they're so relieved to see him, they honestly don't care if it might be concerning for him to see such a wide, unabashedly happy smile on their face before they pull him in for a hug.]
[The only reason Luca is particularly concerned is because Kiera looks exactly like her worst nightmare. Not that he has time to say any of that. He gets tugged in for a hug and, well, if he even tries to shift he's just going to get impaled. So yeah, hugs and honestly? Maybe a tear or two.
Leave him alone, he missed her.]
K-Kiera... [A huff.] Can we at least move inside. Beasts forbid someone see you have an emotion.
[maybe if they had been turned into this before, they would be more upset. maybe they will be more upset, once it settles in. right now? it's like the weight of the whole godsdamned planet has been lifted from their shoulders.
despite his tears and the shakiness of his voice, they can't help a gentle laugh.]
If you're that worried about me, alright. [they could jab that he's showing more emotion than they are right now, but decide against it in favor of nudging him inside.]
[Surviving off of only one voluntarily received offering of blood sounds like a hell of an accomplishment to Luca.]
Food, then. I have the usual stew on, and some bread. Or I can cook something, if you would prefer it. [He knows they're not the fondest of red meat, after all.] Chicken and rice, perhaps?
[to that, they don't respond. drinking anything at all felt like throwing away their conviction of possible decades, a betrayal of self that could not possibly run any deeper. it feels so terrible, in fact, that just as luca surmises, they are in no mindset for red meat.]
Bread would suffice. You don't need to trouble yourself, but perhaps for some butter and herbs...?
[The whore devours some Hors d'oeuvres. Or something.
Anyway, he heads to the kitchen, pulling out both bread, butter, and herbs as requested. He brings these out to Kiera before dipping back into the kitchen. He makes sure he angles himself to at least be able to hear her if she talks, all while prepping some chicken and vegetables.]
It'll be a minute before something proper is ready, so eat up.
[between the sight of the bread and luca making for the kitchen once more, kiera groans with relief.]
You don't have to do that, Luc. [but nonetheless:] Thank you.
[sorry, she is now going to go apeshit on this bread. please don't judge her, she hasn't eaten in a month. in fact, luca better not peek out of the kitchen, because there are most definitely tears streaming down her face.]
[Unfortunately, he does peek out. It just proves that this meal is important for them both. Anything to make sure she's able to feel something again.
If he's a little heavy handed on the spices, so be it. Especially on the garlic. She deserves all of that and more.
Once he's done and the chicken is set to roast, he makes a show of washing his hands and clearing his throat. That way, his leaving doesn't take her by surprise. Plenty of time for her to wipe her tears.]
[the gesture is appreciated, but kiera finds she doesn't have the energy, or desire, to hide this particular display of emotion from luca. if they're self-conscious of anything, it's the fact that there's nothing left in front of them. even the butter dish is wiped clean. their face tinges deeper red at the sight of it.]
You struck the first blow, you know. You and Mamika together, I suppose but... [He trails off. The memory has turned a little bitter, considering who it was all for. But he presses on.] You convinced me to stay my hand. To extend kindness...
It had been years since I had done that. I thought I'd forgotten how. But you didn't let me.
I... didn't realize it had meant so much to you. [it was a little humiliating, how much they'd bared themself to everyone present at the time. there's something reassuring in luca sharing their sentiment, though.]
[they stare down at their empty plate, the concept of prattling on inevitably turning back to dark thoughts. they shouldn't burden luca with this, but...]
... I've never told you about the first time I tasted bread.
[kiera is silent for a long moment, even as it's clear luca recognizes the gravity of the situation. the last thing they want is to make him regret his efforts... but it makes them bittersweet, after all.]
I was practicing my camouflage, as it were. Ended up in the servants' quarters, close to their kitchens. There was -- the most beautiful smell I'd ever experienced, coming from that place. One of the cook's children... didn't realize who I was. Said I looked starved, and offered me a single piece of flatbread.
[their eyes close.]
I can still taste the caraway seed, still smell the oils of freshly chopped coriander and garlic. I can feel the clarified butter in my mouth. It... was the single best thing I have ever tasted, to this day.
[they sigh, deep and suffering, and find themself looking around the table for a bottle of spirits that isn't there.]
My mother found out. Looking back, I know now she could smell it on me. She had the servant child brought in front of the entire court and ordered me to... to consume what I was meant to consume.
[Luca can practically taste it in the way she describes the bread. He has a horrible feeling, though, namely from the moment she mentions servant's quarters. It's the kind of place that the Aurelius home had never had. And under the wrath of the Empress, who had molded Kiera so intently, he can only guess how it will end.
Only guess. Which means he doesn't expect where the story winds up. He knows the child she describes, only from Even if only from Kiera's own memories. It makes his stomach churn angrily.]
If I ever meet her... [He doesn't finish the sentence, knowing far too well how upset Kiera would get at the mere idea.]
I'm sorry. The things she put you through, the way she warped you... cruel is too light of a word.
I will pray every day, to the end of my days, that you never do, Luca.
[she tries to resist, she really does, but she can't help it. she needs a drink. as she stands up to fetch the closest bottle of hard stuff, she shakes her head.]
I must be the most selfish person on this or any planet, to be so glad to be here instead of there. How many of my brothers and sisters, my nieces and nephews, still suffer under her vicious reign? I know for a fact that each and every human in Castilla does. And all I can think in this moment is... how lucky I am, to be worlds away from that devil.
So much back there hurt us, Kiera. It's norma o try to avoid that pain.
[Truthfully, Luca is happier too, especially knowing that things had settled down back home. More comforting still is that time hadn't passed until he'd returned. It left him... optimistic that Aquila wasn't actively missing him in the moment.]
Say we do go home one day. Would you want to stop it? Do anything about what's been happening there?
[they think on this as they ferret out a glass to pour their drink into. it wouldn't do to drink right out of a bottle that they might use for customers later. they figure... two glasses right away will do wonders for their mental state. then they can move on to good-tasting wine.]
... As I said. I'm selfish. Even if I -- was brave enough to face her, I'm well aware you would not allow me to do so alone. And I will do everything in my power to ensure she never sees your face.
[it almost feels wrong, to almost outright say that kiera would condemn an entire nation just to save one man. but luca knows what he means to her. she would be foolish to deny it.]
[Luca should be content to leave things as they are. Renova is at peace, and the Phoenix no longer remained to menace him. But he can't help but think of his newfound power, how it would be the perfect weapon against them.]
You don't worry that they may try to attack us again?
[kiera hisses to themself, partly over the sharp taste of hard liquor, and partly in response to luca's words. they don't want to do much as imagine castilla making such a bold move against renova.
it's an inevitability. they know this. they have yet to fulfill their duty, and eventually, the empress' patience will run out.]
... I don't want to think about this, Luc. It's -- irrelevant, right now.
[Part of him wants to press, if only so they can be ready for whatever comes next, before they get there. The other part of him knows that memories don't linger when they go back, at least the way Luca did. Any planning they did do would go by the wayside.
You can help by sitting on your ass and staying out of my way.
[He chirps it to Kiera as he enters the kitchen. There's a bit of clamoring around, but eventually he comes out with a plate of chicken and roasted broccoli.]
[well, alright. she huffs, as clearly everything is alright by luca. they'll even do as they're told, and melt a little into their chair when he brings the food out.]
[ For the past week or so, Joshua has been watching. Waiting. Holed up in his house, mostly, save for the occasional expedition back to the portal to the Library to look for the currently unnamed spirit there.
But the reality of his situation eventually settles in on him, and one evening, the silence of being alone in a house meant for many is too much to bear. So, out he goes.
He's different than the last time he'd stepped into the bar. A werefox now, rather than a vampire, so the click of low leather heels is replaced by the silence of paw pads. Despite the orange fur and the fox snout that have changed his face, his hair is rather unmistakable, though his ears are limp and folded back rather than perked and alert and his tail hangs motionless behind him.
The first thing he does is find Luca. Because Founder, does he need the company of someone he knows. But also-- ]
... might I have a bowl of stew? Please.
[ --he hasn't eaten in Founder knows when, and he's feeling it. ]
[Luca has, admittedly, kept a close eye out for Joshua. The back to back losses aren't lost on Luca. He's familiar with the weight of that sort of grief, more than he cares to admit. Crushing as he knows it to be, he can't help but worry.
The changes Joshua displays are different, but not too alarming, considering Luca's had a month to get used to these strange transformations. If anything, he feels guilty for how easy it is to read Joshua's mood.
But he doesn't say anything right away. He gives a nod to Joshua before heading to the pot. He ladles out a decent helping — not too large and overwhelming, but not too small, either — all while making sure no carrots make it through. It's slid across the bar to the other man, and quickly joined by a glass of water.]
You don't have to ask. [Luca chews on his cheek for a few seconds, contemplating asking after him. He's pretty sure he knows the answers to whatever questions he may ask, though, which leaves him instead settling for:]
[ Honestly, part of why he'd come here was because he knew that Luca knew him, or rather, knew his tastes. He's desperate for connection, and nearly desperate enough to eat anything. But the fact that Luca is so diligent in removing the carrots, that he ensures he has something hydrating to go with it, makes him feel... cared for, perhaps.
When you feel lost and unmoored, what more could you want than that? ]
Thank you.
[ But for all that he hasn't eaten, he doesn't take a bite of the stew right away. He lifts the spoon in his hand, yes, but more to push at the bits of vegetable and meat floating in the broth. Soon. But not yet. ]
And I am glad that you are here. It is... comforting to know that I have a place to go.
[The corner of Luca's mouth twitches downward. He does have half of a mind to say something to Joshua, to encourage him to eat instead of toying with his food. The words die on his tongue just as they form, though. The fact that Joshua had come at all would have to be enough. He wouldn't push this, not when he knows just how hard it can be.]
You will always have a place here.
[Not just because it's his business, and he'll always be taking money. No, Joshua is one of the most dear people he has here at this point. He wouldn't let the man go through this alone. He'd taken a step back, yielding to Dion after Clive's disappearance, especially in the wake of his own grief and the fallout of it all, but not this time.
Which... does bring a question to mind.]
Where are you staying, currently?
[The house, once so full of life and love, seems so much emptier now. Were Luca in his shoes, he doubted he could stomach staying.]
[ Joshua knows. He knows, and yet hearing it spoken aloud makes him feel... better. The company, the presence of other people, the food and warmth. It's a good place to be. ]
Thank you. I am glad to hear it.
[ Glad enough that he finally does scoop up a spoonful of stew. He blows on it lightly, knowing that to fail to do so will scald his mouth, and then places it in his mouth. And he will politely chew and swallow it before replying. ]
I am still in the house. It would feel... awkward, perhaps, to stay elsewhere, all things considered. Torgal is there, and I have Ambrosia in the attached stable.
[Note to self, be sure to remind Joshua that he belongs here more often. Just in case.
For now, though, he quirks a brow at Joshua.]
I don't suppose you are up for company? I suspect it may be rather lonely in that large house, and I would not want you to suffer on your lonesome. [A beat.] Or rather, without human company.
[ It's like hearing a magic word, or a switch being flipped, though subtly so. But still, Joshua's ears perk at the request. If Luca truly wants to... ]
I... suppose it does get a bit lonely. I've taken to wearing my brother's bone ring just to have someone to talk to when I'm not at the clinic.
[ Maybe it's a bit of a strange thing to admit, but. Well. It's the truth. At least he can talk to the animals of the house. ]
But of course. You are welcome to come by whenever you wish.
[ Ah. Right. The water. Joshua's ears tilt back a little, but he sighs softly and settles his spoon in the bowl to lift the glass. Luca is trying to help him. The least he can do is comply. ]
I will never turn down the extra company. And I'm sure that Torgal would be glad to see you, as well.
[ Look, he's even taking a sip! But it really is helping. ]
So long as you don't mind the books scattered everywhere. Our library investigation is still ongoing.
[Maybe Luca's avoided him a little. Torgal's a good dog, but there are parts of him that so vividly remind him of Clive that it's been difficult to swallow.
He'll deal with that later. For now, he offers a smile for Joshua's efforts.]
Maybe I can even give them a look over. If there's something to be learned, a fresh pair of eyes may be able to track it down.
[ It's very clear, thankfully, that just talking to Luca is helping a lot. Behind him, Joshua's tail swats gently at the seat, still slow but enough to make out a soft rhythm, if Luca listens for it. ]
I would like that. Help is greatly appreciated. Founder knows I have spent far too long looking over them, and it is quite possible something has gone overlooked.
[ More of the water. And then, more of the stew. Now that he has it all in front of him, it's like his body is moving on autopilot. ]
I've begun a journal of notes, if you would like to contribute your findings.
[The rhythm draws his attention, though he doesn't make an attempt to see exactly what it is. He chalks it up to a pleased enough noise, especially given Joshua's current demeanor.]
Fresh eyes have never been a burden on anyone. [He watches Joshua's movements, but doesn't try to draw too much attention to it. He won't make a big deal of doing the bare minimum, not if it could just as easily fluster Joshua.]
I'd like to take a look at the journal first, if you wouldn't mind? Best to see what you have established thus far.
But of course. You are more than welcome to. I've gone into as much detail as I could.
[ A lot of detail... Including what he'd found out at the library. He hasn't told anyone about that part yet. Admittedly, he's had a lot more on his mind lately. ]
We could make a night of it, if you like. I'm certain I have something around that we could eat, and I could make a pot of tea.
[ Honestly, it's a perfect distraction. Good company, an intellectual pursuit to keep his mind away from other things, and life in an otherwise empty house.
Joshua finds himself eagerly anticipating it, and the thumping of his tail grows just a bit stronger as he consumes more of the stew. ]
Well, then, I suppose once I'm finished eating, I should return to the house to prepare. The books could do with a bit of organizing anyway. How long until you close for the evening?
[Luca can't help but smile as the rhythm grows in both speed and noise. He glances off to the side, toward where he catches his spirit co-owner occasionally lingering, and gives a shrug in response.]
I try to stay open until two each evening, but I think there are plenty of hands on deck to keep things running should I leave early. How long do you need to prepare?
Well... Not long, truly. I had offered simply to give you the time to finish your night here without my constant company, but if you would like to leave early, I could do what I'd intended to do once we return. As long as you don't mind, of course.
[Luca offers one last warm smile, before puttering off to do whatever it is that needs doing. Mostly dishes and a bit of sweeping. He gives a few abandoned tables a good clean while he's at it too, just so there's plenty of seats for the rest of the evening.
It's busy work, but he gets it done quick enough. Better to not keep poor Joshua waiting.]
[ He returns the smile, then turns back to his meal.
It's perfectly fine by Joshua if Luca wants to take his time, though. He needs food, and he needs water. Tea is liquid, but it isn't entirely the best at hydrating.
So! As Luca goes about his cleaning, Joshua makes good on his plan to finish off his meal. Luckily, it isn't hard to do. It's tasty as always, and filling to boot, and just what his body needed. The bowl is empty within minutes, and by the time Luca finishes up, he's sipping at his water. ]
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around town, sometime between luca's arrival and the snuggle thread
whatever the manner, surely he'll find the guy eventually. and when he does, he puts a hand up in one-half awkward wave and one-half placating gesture.]
Uh -- hey. Would you hear me out for just a second?
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the moment he hears heavy footsteps he's alert. Blinking sleep from his eyes as he brings a handful of fire into existence, maybe, but awake nonetheless. The flame disappears the moment he realizes it's Livio in front of him. Strangely enough, he doesn't seem too irritated to see the man. In fact, his brow just... quirks.]
Yes?
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despite his plea, livio doesn't know what to say for a good moment...]
Right... I wanted to say I'm sorry. I think I... came on strong? Or... forceful, or something.
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You were neither. You were nothing. [He shakes his head.] It needed to be said. My own desires do not trump anyone else's.
[When he smiles it's grim. Hollow.]
If anything, I should thank you for the reminder.
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You don't have to thank me. I probably could've handled it a lot better. I should've.
[he should avoid talking in circles, though, so...]
... I'm Livio, by the way. I'd say welcome to the Grove, but actually... I'm sorry you got dumped in the Grove. [it sucks here.]
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[Not to mention a virtue Luca once held beloved to himself. How could he ever hold it against Livio?
In any case, he gives a short nod to him.]
Luca Aurelius. [A beat.] There are... worse places to be.
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Worse? Well, shit, Mr. Aurelius, I'd hate to see that.
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[He forces his shoulders, which had bunched up toward his ears, to relax.]
Perhaps you would. But it's not a competition. Nor do I intend for it to be.
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Right... sorry.
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I was blinded by my own fury. I needed to be grounded and you did that. That is all there is to it.
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Okay. I... guess I'll let you get back to your nap. Sorry to disturb you.
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[He trails off. They both know he's been caught. All he can really do is give a wry little smirk.]
Never mind. Go well, Livio. And... [A pause.] Thank you, for checking in.
hey baby it's garg
It means the roof of the Church is vacant, and it means there's one less set of watchful eyes over the Grove, though Moder is easily able to handle that in his stead (now that they're friends and not, y'know, trying to kill each other). This is a normal occurrence; Zahliya often slips into the black fog, immune to it as he is, to deal with the monsters waking in the forest. A guardian's work never ends, after all.
This means a couple things for when he comes back. The first is that both of his blades will be slightly broken from overuse, covered in various colours of blood and sticky. The second is that he'll be tired and scratched up, because that's what happens when you go get lost in the woods for a few days. The third... the third is that those glowing green lines in his skin are giving off a black smoke, as Zahliya's body automatically purges the corruption he took in while he was wandering for two days.
He didn't sleep (he doesn't need to, but sometimes it's nice). He didn't eat, again not a necessity, but food tastes good. It's been nothing but combat and having his body fight back against what's been absorbed into his being. This is a normal process for the gargoyle, but by the Stars does it tire him out.
He isn't sure why, but the first thing he does when he gets back to the Grove is drag himself to the tavern. Luca will probably want to know where he's gone, Zahliya thinks, partly unsure why he shouldn't just yell HEY I'M BACK and drag himself to the roof for a while, or go see Add at the clinic and demand some type of painkiller. No, it's Luca he goes to see.
He'll figure out why another time, probably.]
hey garg it's baby
Something in the back of his mind tells him that isn't the case.
The point is, though, that the moment Zahliya disappears, Luca notices. He expects it to only be temporary, assures himself that the gargoyle has only gone for cheese. But when he hasn't reappeared by the evening, Luca knows that something is up.
So he makes a point of checking more frequently than ever. Morning, noon, and at sunset, he makes sure to watch for Zahliya. And with the gargoyle having not been about during his noon check, Luca had simply assumed that this would be yet another day in which he doesn't appear.
Until the doors open, and Zahliya's form is revealed. It's a good thing that the bar is empty, lest Luca have to explain why he first reaches for his sword, then promptly drops it in favor of crossing the room. His hands go out, but stop short of both skin and smoke. He isn't sure if Zahliya is hurting. He doesn't want to make it worse.]
Where - ["have you been," he wants to ask. But it doesn't feel like the right question.] What do you need?
[His heart jackrabbits within his throat. He knows damn well this isn't just about being startled by a suddenly opening door. It may not be the same intensity, but Luca is deeply acquainted with this feeling, one of being on the verge of losing someone important.
He tries to swallow it down in favor of focusing on Zahliya's needs.]
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A place to lie down would be lovely. [He shakes his head, though, forcing a smile.] I was killing monsters in the forest, and as my fire cycles through all of it, it causes strain for me. I'll be fine. I'm only tired.
[He used to be able to spend longer in there. Either his stamina has dropped, or the corruption has worsened, or both.]
Sorry about the floors. [You know, with the various blood droplets all over them.]
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Upstairs, follow me.
[He leads Zahliya up past the second floor loft and then higher still. He doesn't keep the door to the second stairway locked, merely closed. Said door is opened to allow Zahliya through, up to the third floor "bedroom.
It's relatively sparse up here, little more than two beds pilfered from the inn and stacked high with both pillows and blankets. Like. Good god, there is an unreasonable amount of both on his bed. What the hell, Luca.]
Get comfortable. [He gestures with his head toward the bed. For now, he leaves Zahliya to it, making his way into the bathroom in order to prep a few cleaning rags.]
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Sigh.
Whenever Luca comes back, that's what Zahliya is doing. You know. Sitting down, which is comfortable enough for him, and working.
Very good job 10/10 following instructions.]
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This isn't the 'lie down' I expected. [His tone is dry, but each dab is light and wary as he begins to work his way up the span of Zahliya's arm.] I would think a stray mess on your blades could wait, but what do I know.
[He reaches his shoulders and shifts his form to the other side. If left undisturbed, the motions will continue in reverse, back down to the fingers on the opposite side.]
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Zahliya's tail thumps over the floorboards. Thumpthumpthump. His swords are down, at least, set aside while he gets cleaned up.]
The metal is already destroyed. I may as well see if I can preserve what I have left.
[Those swords aren't salvageable. He's going to be at the merchant siblings' door in a day or two to see what can be done.]
Besides, I didn't want to get gunk all over your pile of blankets.
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You're smaller than I am. I can find something for you to wear. [Is his smile on the shy side? Maybe.] And if not, I know how to wash my bedding. And where to steal more from, if it cannot be salvaged.
[He looks to the swords with something akin to pity all the same.]
I would offer to take a look, but it's been years since I have been behind a forge. [Just former almost-knight things.] Nor do I think this village is properly equipped for all of that.
Were they important to you?
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I'm sure there are scratches there. Be gentle.
[As if Luca hasn't been this entire time, he reminds himself.]
And very well. I would only borrow your clothes until my own can be fixed, but I do hope that doesn't bother you. They are still functional. It isn't like they're falling off my body. [Haha...] And no, they were just swords. I've gone through many over the centuries. I just hate it every time.
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I will. I promise.
[The soiled rag is set aside for now, and replaced with something newer and cleaner. With a thumb and forefinger placed feather light against Zahliya's chin, Luca begins to delicately tilt his head this way and that as he dabs at the wounds. His brows are furrowed, concern written into his features even in spite of his best efforts.]
It doesn't bother me. You should be comfortable while you rest. Once we're done here, I'll fetch something.
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You are kind to do so, Luca. I shouldn't have to rely on help, but...
[Were his head not being lovingly cradled, he'd shake it.]
I do these things, normally. I go into the forest and take out threats getting too close to the fog wall. If I come back injured, it's negligible. I simply go onto the roof and rest. ...to be honest, I do not know why I came here. I simply wanted to say "hello" to you after a few days.
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[His voice is almost soft. Bordering on the tender, even. Something wells within his chest that he doesn't care to place, and yet that doesn't keep him from speaking it aloud into the air between them.]
One might think you missed me.
[He... doesn't mind that thought. It's a problem, but one he'll find time to deal with later. Thankfully, he manages to swallow down any of the other words that might try to come out. Someone has to save him from making a fool of himself, right?]
In any case, it's good that you came to me. It isn't the first time I have had to clean a few bloodied wounds. Usually they're just on me.
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This, though, feels like a different sort of "missing". Like maybe he's less superglued to the past and that the haze in his brain is starting to clear somehow... ah, he's bad with emotions, so he can't really understand it either way. Maybe all the yelling Irene used to do is getting through to him belatedly.]
I would normally go to Add for medical treatments. [Which begs the question: Why not go there now?] Of course, he is a bit pokey with his needles, and I do not like his sleep-drugs he uses. ...I prefer this.
GUESS WHO POSTED THIS AS A NEW TOP LEVEL INSTEAD OF A REPLY.
(Luca tries not to think about the fact that Zahliya had no idea how gentle Luca would be. Or if he would offer care at all.]
There's no need for sedation in this case, at least. [Especially with the way Zahliya's body seems to be burning away everything else. It only takes a few more dabs to thoroughly cleanse his face, too. Certainly not worth the fuss Add might have kicked up.]
There. If you want to use the washroom to strip down, go ahead. I can grab some clothes while you're at it.
SCREAMS LAUGHING I SEE
[Z...Zahliya you can't just make that claim, you definitely do not have normal anatomy can we help you
Anyway, he stands and stretches and ow that was a mistake, some of the worse cuts on his side are protesting that motion, but he'll be fine. That internal furnace of his will fix him within the next day or two, theoretically.]
I'll be back, then.
[To the washroom he goes, though, to strip down and await further clothing. Do not let the garg walk around naked.]
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Let's not make assumptions, yes?
[He waits for Zahliya to retreat behind closed doors, before digging out an extra shirt and a pair of trousers. Once he's better acclimated, he might take the time to ask Heimr for some better clothes that actually came from home, but that was something that could be dealt with later. For now, he was content with the basic, loose fitting clothing he had dug up.
(And if he just so happens to pick up the nice, burgundy one that looks near to his hair, well... surely that was just coincidence.)
Satisfied with his selections knocks on the door. The clothing his held off to the side, while Luca glances the other way. He's a very polite young man, thank you.]
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When the door opens, he's decent, so Luca won't have to turn away and Zahliya can theoretically shut his mouth and not make things super awkward. Probably. In either case, his hair is down, and he's brushing out the waves with his fingers.]
These will do. Thank you, Luca.
[Tail swish.]
I'm glad I came here.
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Instead, he opens his stupid mouth, letting all those halting and stammering words spill out at will.]
I am glad you are here as well. If only because it means you are not being poked and prodded elsewhere. [He really, really doesn't want to deal with this Add guy, he's realizing.
He moves past Zahliya, heading toward the bed. He peels away one single blanket and a pillow for himself, then moves to set up a little nest for himself on the floor.]
The bed is all yours. I have slept far worse places than the floor.
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Why are you sleeping on the floor? [explain to him your strange human habits.] You do realise I sleep on a roof every night, yes?
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[Petulant and matter of fact as can be.]
Get comfortable. I will not be arguing this.
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[......and then he just. Gets into the bed. Gets under the mass of blankets. Rolls around... scoots over... looks at Luca.]
There is room for you. See?
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[Hang on, what -]
You... want me to... Sleep with you?
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Not if you're going to make a big deal out of it!! [what] I thought it may be nice for neither of us to have to sleep on the floor! Have you never hugged someone in your life?
[ZAHLIYA, YOU'RE TERRIFIED OF TOUCH. WHAT???]
I just— perhaps I enjoy having you around and missed you for two days! [what are we fucking arguing about]
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[What is he supposed to say to that! Nothing, apparently. He just plops down onto his pseudo nest on the floor, arms crossed over his chest and chin tipped toward the sky. A muscle within his jaw works, the tension evident in his frame even as he tries to work through it.]
I was never... around people like that back home. [His words come out slow, almost through gritted teeth.] And over the last few years, companionship has been far less... compassionate.
[His arms finally loosen, falling down into his lap.]
But. I suppose I can admit it was... quiet without you around.
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[Well, Zahliya, you stab anything that wanders out of the fog, so...]
...sorry, Lu. [Oh, we have a nickname now.] I don't mean to yell or assume. But I do think it would be nice if you were to be up here with me. ...that's all. You don't have to, of course.
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[Zahliya only sang to him once, but he finds himself humming the melody without thinking when he works.]
I'm sorry too. [And as if to prove it, he picks up his little nest and... pitter-patters over to the bed. The blankets are set down, before he promptly - turns his back to Zahliya.]
Look away. Just for a moment.
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Okay. I'm looking away.
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He quickly unbuttons his shirt and pulls the binding strip of fabric over his chest off. A deep breath follows, loosening aching muscle and allowing relief to the bones trapped beneath. He tucks errant strip back beneath the bed before turning back once more. He makes quick work of the buttons there before allowing his shoulders to relax.]
Okay. You're good.
[The shirt is loose enough, at least, that he doesn't feel that any differences are immediately obvious. It should, at the very least, buy him time to get tucked into the miles of blankets that would otherwise cover his torso.]
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Hello. [...why is that the first thing out of his mouth, he wonders. What's wrong with him.] Mm... you aren't going to find the green lights in my skin difficult to sleep around, are you?
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Hi. [And then a laugh. He shakes his head as the sound trickles out, throwing the noise this way and that.]
Not so long as you do not mind me waking up in flames in the middle of the night, speaking in tongues. [A pause, and then a second bout of laughter.] That... will not actually happen. Not unless something attacks us.
But no. It will not keep me up.
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I am immune to flame. [He is rocks.] If we are attacked all the way up here, I would be shocked, considering the number of creatures I eliminated. Any stragglers wandering through will be caught by Moder.
[Or any number of the other freaks here with wild powers. Mizuki tends to eat them, for example.]
...in the meanwhile, consider me something of a nightlight. If it does keep you awake, bury me under the blankets. I'm sure that will fix it.
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Sounds as if I have nothing to worry about. [It's more relieving than he lets on to know that Zahliya won't be singed if Luca does manage to lose control. It's not something that happens often, generally in the wake of him dying more than anything.]
At least I know I won't bash my toes in if I have to fumble around in the middle of the night. [Curse those midnight toilet runs.
Anyway... is he snuggling just that little bit closer? Maybe.]
Good night, Zahliya.
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He can't figure it out. Zahliya is not, by nature, a nervous person, and yet... Luca makes him feel light, like he could float off at any moment. Instinct tells him to run off. Something makes him stay.
Guh. He'll think about it in the morning.]
Goodnight, Lu. Wake me if you need something.
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It feels nice, he won't deny that. The night feels far less oppressive when he has someone beside him. And while Zahliya's presence won't diminish the voice squawking within the back of his mind, it makes it just that little bit more bearable, at least until he falls asleep.
There are, ultimately, worse things to have to "suffer."]
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God, he's never actually been this close to another person for longer than fifteen minutes before. He and Mizuki hugged once, yes, and that was fine because Mizuki was severely depressed and needed it and Zahliya didn't exactly mind. This is much, much different.
He feels weird. Fluttery, light. Nervous. Terrified? His skin is burning in the places Luca's hands rest. Is he feverish? Dying? Fuck. What the fuck.
Fight or flight kicks in, and normally Zahliya's instincts go directly to fight, but this time... this time, they're telling him to flee out the window, which he can't actually jump out. He's going to need to sneak down the stairs. Oh God what if Luca wakes up...
Zahliya slowly extracts himself from the bed, trying not to wake Luca up. When he doesn't immediately wake, the gargoyle takes off the borrowed clothing, switches back to his own currently-ruined ones, grabs his broken blades, and quickly and quietly-ish (hooves clack) skedaddles toward the door.
It feels bad. He feels bad. But something is wrong with him, and he can't figure it out, and it's better if he goes and dunks himself in the river to try to get rid of the gross feelings rather than stays up here with Luca where he'll catch onto Zahliya's mental state.
Maybe they'll see each other later.]
Mid month after the heartspace and chocolate stuff
He wouldn’t exactly call it bad, persay. Conflicted, though? Absolutely. He’s been acting out of sorts. He’s been behaving rashly, impulsively…he’s been letting his gut guide his actions, and though they feel right in the moment (isn’t that what matters?), after the fact he’s bombarded with his logical mind reminding him of the snake pit he’s chosen to lay in.
Elliot. Passenger, as everyone else knows him. He admitted to him his complicated feelings, and somehow that turned into an unplanned tryst. Said tryst lead to where they are now, with Elliot living in his room (invited) and wearing a pearl ring (made by Sesa). Like. What is he doing here, exactly? Fraternizing!?
He decides to sneak off to the bar in the evening in the hopes that a few drinks might calm his nerves. They certainly won’t clear his head, at any rate. And whether or not Luca is already there, he’ll find the Vouivre slumped over one edge of the bar. He could be sitting there drunk, but in reality he’s just moaning quietly to himself for no reason other than because it’s better than moaning quietly to himself in his room.
He’s having a real one.]
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Unfortunately for Luca, the spirit gives him a brief wink, before dissipating just as quick. Great.
Stepping behind the bar, Luca glances to the counter to establish... whatever the hell his patron has been drinking, then turns back once more. Another shot is poured and slid over to the man occupying his space. One glance at the fiery red hair tells him who he's dealing with, which... only makes matters worse. Of course it would be the person he cuddled and flirted with.
He can practically hear the phoenix snickering at the back of his mind.]
How long are you planning on moping about, then?
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Until the spirits kick in, or I die. Whichever comes first.
[Okay dramatic ass]
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[He glances from Sesa to the alcohol shelf, then goes to fetch a stepstool. A fresh bottle is retrieved from one of the upper shelves, then cracked open. He pours out one, two, three shots of something that smells vaguely cinnamon-y, then sets them all in front of Sesa.]
Drink up, then.
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Sesa doesn't even question what he's been served. He just grabs one of the glasses and immediately downs it-
Now, Sesa is Sargonian. He's used to all manner of burning, spicy things. But even THIS is a lot without being prepared for it, and because of that he quickly brings up a fist and coughs into it as it burns all the way down. It seems to settle in his chest and fester there too, until it eventually peters out and just leaves him feeling warm.]
W-...what was that, exactly?
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Mm. I thought you'd be able to handle that better.
[He reaches for one of the shot glasses, twisting it around in his fingers without sloshing the liquid.]
Where I'm from, we call it Phoenix Fire. Whiskey, mixed with a healthy amount of cinnamon. [The glass is set back down.] Do you want the rest of these, or am I going to have to waste it all?
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He makes a face at Luca's gentle ribbing, yet is already- perhaps unwisely- reaching for a second shot glass.]
I drank it, did I not?
[He huffs, and if he were Draco, there would be smoke coming from his nostrils.]
I can drink them just fine, thank you. I would appreciate it if you allowed me this much.
[He's already slurring his words a bit. It'll probably be fine.]
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But whatever. At least he's getting paid.]
Just keep the "coin" coming.
[And he probably should leave it at that. But if Sesa is gonna linger, bringing down the general atmosphere, Luca will probably let curiosity get the better of him.]
So. What's the big deal?
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[That is the big deal.]
I feel so full, yet...conflicted. I am but a walking contradiction.
[his head thunks onto the table again.]
What am I doing? Why am I like this? What am I thinking? He would never...ugh.
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Luca wants nothing more than to scream.]
Let me guess. Starcrossed lovers that would absolutely never work. Opposite sides of some sort of conflict?
[Absolutely deadpan. He's heard a story like this in every town he's been to.]
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Nah Luca has a rock bf he's fine-]
Starcrossed? Hardly.
[He turns his head a little, so his cheek is resting on the bar instead of his forehead.]
I...despise him. He is everything I stand against. He wants me to act in ways I know that I would regret...
[...]
But yet- [Flopping dramatically to one side] -I cannot cast him from my mind. I cannot help but to fall for him every time he opens his mouth, like a...a....seductive temptress.
[What does this even mean]
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Yeah, his love life is great. And he is definitely not at all bothered by the familiarity of the situation that Sesa describes.
His tone isn't exactly softer when he speaks again, but he does seem distinctly less dismissive.]
Some men are infuriatingly charming, even when you know better.
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Sesa squints, turning his head even further so he can try to look at Luca without lifting his torso off the bar.]
You speak as if you have experience.
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[Luca isn't a very big drinker. Nevertheless, he does find a very particular bottle of wine from the bar and pours it for himself. He doesn't drink it yet, just swirls the liquid in a clear glass.]
There was a man I met in my travels. Though he was not involved, his organization was involved in a tragedy that befell my family. Though we did not know it when we first met... [He shrugs.] Sometime later, the truth of both of our identities came out. Yet despite knowing what monstrosity he and his cohort were capable of, I continued to gravitate toward him. And he continued to encourage it.
[Finally, he takes a long pull from his glass. After he swallows, he lets out a long suffering sigh.]
Men, right?
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[Sesa huffs, in complete agreement on that front.
He will also sit up and down another one of those shots, against his better judgement. He is going to be the most hung over of his LIFE come tomorrow morning.]
That does sound much like what I am dealing with...I just.
[He runs a hand over his face, pressing his fingers into the bridge of his nose.]
I don't know what I'm doing. I just know I am incapable of stopping as I am.
[He gave him a RING, Luca.]
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If you are incapable of stopping, then do you believe he is capable of changing?
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I...don't know. I do not truly believe him to be a wholly cruel person, it is just that...the things he has done are cruel, and reprehensible. I should not be willing to accept much less forgive such things, especially when they go so starkly against my own worldview, but...
[Sesa groans, slumping forward on his barstool again.]
Perhaps there is just something wrong with me.
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[Sorry, Sesa.]
If there is a part of you that craves the violence he brings, it probably speaks to your character as well. [A shrug.] Or, perhaps you are a hopeless optimist, hoping that you can redeem someone that far gone.
Either way, I don't envy you.
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[No, it's more like...]
I seek revenge. [ah] Revenge...for my brother's death. And- [For some reason, he can't bring himself to say Elliot's name outright, even though everyone with eyeballs would know who he's talking about.] -the object of my desire...and my deepest affections, I believe, holds the key to obtaining it. He wants to help me.
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So. You would bed the devil in the hopes of attaining your more selfish and destructive desires. [He takes another sip of his wine.] In that case, yes, there is something wrong with you. But it is not so uncommon.
Craving vengeance is — forgive the phrasing, all things considered — very human.
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[He stares down into the glass of half-drunk liquor in front of him.]
I should be indifferent. My goals should be all that matter to me. Yet...seeing his smile means just as much, if not more.
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Quite the storybook romance you've pulled yourself into. Now all you need to do is convince your lover the error of his ways and skip off into the sunset.
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This is a serious issue I am having, you know.
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[Sorry, Sesa.]
There is no happy ending here. There is no perfect solution. This is what happens when you seek to bloody your hands in the search for revenge. Especially when you get tied up with another person. I would know. [He shakes his head.] But even if there were an elegant solution to be found, it wouldn't be located at the bottom of a shot glass.
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[He sighs heavily, swirling the contents of the last glass silently.]
But I did think it would help me feel less...insane.
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[He finishes his glass off.]
If you truly want my judgement in this matter, I'll give you this. Good people do bad things. Bad people do good things. Your attractions and your quest might indicate a certain inclination, but there is more to you than that. Certainly more than a surly bartender with his own issues would be able to diagnose.
The point is, don't listen to me.
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Well...good advice or no, I do appreciate you being willing to lend a listening ear. I merely came here to drink my sorrows away, so it wasn't something I was expecting.
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[And if Sesa is just playing with his drink, Luca might reach over to try and steal it. He's not the biggest fan but... the vouivre probably doesn't need more.]
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...but, Sesa will let him take it actually. He really does not need more he's drank SO much.]
I mean...you could have. But I appreciate it that you didn't...
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Maybe you are a good man.
[Luca downs the shot and immediately resists the urge to gag.]
With terrible taste.
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[He motions vaguely to wherever the Spirit has gotten off to.]
I make a few requests here and there, but He is the one that does the most of it.
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[Sesa smirks, clearly having a hard time sitting up straight now so he's just kinda flopped in his seat, don't mind him.]
Doesn't that save you from having to do a lot of extra work yourself?
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The busy work keeps my mind off of things.
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[Luca included.]
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[They're both fucking arguably toxic people after trying to use them for their self-gain.
Well. Luca isn't anymore. But he would if he could!]
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Well...I wouldn't say our similarities make it so that we are not special. Just that we can relate. Which isn't such a bad thing.
Though, I wouldn't wish my particular romantic troubles on anyone...I apologize.
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[He tries his best to hide a smile, one of those wide ones that makes his face look more boyish than anything. Embarrassing.]
I, at least, have the advantage of being worlds away from my paramour. I'm afraid you, however, are stuck.
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[Sesa sighs heavily. He should probably be drinking water, he's getting a headache...]
I fear I am too far gone at this point anyway. I am...helplessly enamored with him. I cannot help myself.
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Is this what I have to look forward to? Your endless drivel about some man you can't decide to like?
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It isn't as if I have anyone else to talk to!
[FLOPS down dramatically once again]
Gnosis wouldn't understand, he's a happily married man...and I wouldn't dare bother Mizuki about it, he has enough on his plate. [HE'S A THERAPIST] Mr. Silverash...he makes me nervous enough as it is in this regard.
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And so you have chosen me, a near stranger.
[For some reason, that makes him laugh. Not even in a cruel manner, just... grimly amused at his circumstances.]
Why not?
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[Luca briefly contemplates responding. Instead, his lips gnash together and he quickly turns from Sesa, though not before revealing the faint, coppery flush against his cheeks. He pretends to busy himself with a set of bottles for a time.
If he's lucky, Sesa will go away. And when that inevitably fails...]
You would be better off forgetting all about that.
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...and I still meant everything I told you, anyway.
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I only hope the others have a similar view point.
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[He shrugs one shoulder, tracing his claw along the rim of a now-empty glass.]
I just feel that we would all be better off as a collective. There are so few of us as it is, and it is us against this world. Never mind the fact that we all share the common trait of having lived a past live on these very grounds.
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[But it's worth remembering. Perhaps he is biased, given how much of his own past he's both seen and experienced at this point.]
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[It also might be terrible. He tries not to think about it either way.]
But that's besides the point. I'm going to need to put up a sign that says "no heavy conversation" beyond these walls. [He's joking. Probably.] How's your head?
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Stay there.
[He turns away, grabbing a spare glass. It's filled with some water and pushed over.]
Drink.
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[He'll just take that water and start sipping at it, slowly.]
Perhaps this will be my spirit of choice for a while.
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[He makes a mildly dissatisfied noise.]
It has its uses when you wish to forget, but beyond that... alcohol has never been my drink of choice.
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[Siiiip]
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And when that fails... wine from home. It's a popular enough import, if a bit more difficult to find in the far reaches of home.
I am still trying to find the closest approximation to it here.
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[He suggests, gesturing with his water glass.]
Then you wouldn't have to worry about an approximation. It would be the real thing!
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Don't you have your own things to worry about? Your headache is going to be terrible if you do not drink more.
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Yes yes, of course. I'll make sure I'm nice and sobered up before I try to hobble back to the lab.
[...]
Thank you, Luca.
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It's my job. You need not thank me for it.
[He sets to cleaning up the used glasses, though occasionally his gaze flicks upward to confirm that Sesa isn't wobbling too much as he leaves.]
at da tavern
he's... curious, anyway. he stops by one day after working on the school, a bit dirty and sawdusty and sweaty, but, well, stuff like that isn't really a huge deal where he's from, so... sorry to luca and any patrons near where livio sits at the bar.
he just stares behind the counter without saying anything. he doesn't know what the fuck most of the bottles are.]
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If ever at all.
Truthfully, he has half of a mind to duck back into the storeroom to let his ghostly co-proprietor handle this mess but... Unfortunately, he's pretty sure he's been spotted by now. And it isn't as if his spirit bartender can offer advice.]
You look lost.
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well. they did say they would both probably act a little weird after the fact. it shouldn't come as a surprise.
maybe livio should just run damage control ahead of time.]
... Think I already owe you another apology, Mr. Aurelius.
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I think the feeling is mutual.
[He tries to crack a smile. Swears he sees the spirit out of the corner of his eye laughing.]
How about a drink on the house. To make up for it all.
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And anyway, I didn't come for free stuff. Came to offer my shells in exchange for goods 'n services. Y'know, normal, uh, customer stuff.
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[Luca looks him up and down once more, before turning around. He pours something of a lighter color, before turning back. It's rife with bubbles. If he bothers to taste it, he'll find the sweet taste of a moscato.]
One free drink between friends. Consider it me just trying to figure out your tastes, if you wish.
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[of course livio tastes it! it would be stupid rude not to. he's just making a mental note to add the price of it to his tip at the end of his evening out, that's all.
his brows lift as he sips, thinks on it, sips again. he's laughing quietly as he sets the glass back down for now.]
That's a hell of a lot better than straight whiskey.
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[He just might side-eye them along the way.]
If I must drink, I prefer much sweeter profiles like this. Though we do have a selection of drier palates, if that interests you.
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This the kinda work you're used to?
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[He motions to the pot of stew currently bubbling away.]
There's food to be had. And non-alcoholic beverages can be provided as well. I'm not particular.
[At Livio's question, Luca simply shrugs. His gaze finally flicks away.]
It was the easiest work to pick up on the road. I knew my way around labels and bottles enough to be a dab hand where necessary. A few nights of work would get me to the next town, at least.
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The travelin' sort, huh? Me, too.
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[At least you're not a Vouivre, half-drunk and bemoaning his weird love life. That'd just be ridiculous.]
Indeed. I left home eight years ago, and have yet to return. [He chuckles, all without a single drop of humor.] Though I suppose this is the furthest I have ever been.
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You do it 'cuz you like it, or...?
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[There are also the spare bounties he picks up when he needs, but that's not exactly a topic for pleasant company. Not that he thinks someone like Livio would clutch his pearls over the topic. Warm as his exterior might be, you don't get to be as big and as broad as a man like that without having won a few fights. Never mind the weapons at his sides.]
Any thoughts on what you would like to try next?
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[he gets that, at least. especially now.
... but this feels kind of miserable. he didn't come here to make luca feel bad.]
... Sorry. Uh, somethin' harder, maybe? Never even gotten buzzy before. Is that the right word?
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[He shakes his head and turns back to the shelves. It's easier to compose himself when he's pretending to be busy.]
What parts do you like about whiskey? What do you not like?
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Small mercies, I guess.
[he takes a moment to think on that. it's hard to put taste to words.]
... I'm not sure. It just tastes like burning, I guess.
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[And with that in mind, Luca shuffles around until he pulls down a bottle of gin. He pours some of it into a tumbler, then pushes it over.]
Let me know what you think.
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and chokes. and gasps. and pants a little.]
Oh, jeez, that's -- Christ.
[...]
Well. It sure does taste... clean. [luca. did you actually feed him disinfectant?]
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[But didn't you just - Never mind.
He pours another tumbler of Gin. This time, though, he mixes it with some sort of greenish colored liquid, as well as a second bottle of liquor that smells far more sweet and floral. Finally, a more syrupy mixture is added in, before all parts are mixed together.
He passes this one over as well.]
Try this, instead.
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maybe he eyes the cocktail for a moment before trying it, as well. after a moment, his brows raise.]
Oh. This one's nice, actually. What's that other stuff you put in it?
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[He motions to the drink.]
There you have it.
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I don't... know if that's how it should taste but. [Shaking his head.] Would you like something else to try?
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Sure!
[still happily sipping on this, in the meantime.]
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Anyway, he tracks down a carafe of orange colored juice. It's poured into a glass just before Luca turns his back to grab a corked bottle.]
Cover your ears. [It's the only warning Livio gets before he removes the cap. A rather large pop follows, along with an excessive amount of fizz siphoning out.]
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he very much does not cover his ears, which... they both probably regret, considering he jumps and yelps at the pop. actually, livio himself just laughs after the fact.]
Shit -- aha, y'sure did warn me though!
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Nothing bothers you, hmm?
[He pours the champagne into the long-stemmed glass with juice, then stirs it together.]
For later.
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[did luca say "for later?" he's already reaching to sippy that one. it's pretty.]
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[He gives a shrug. He's not complaining that Livio is shopping around for his tastes. Whatever keeps him pleased.]
a few days after The Fuckening
so they are pounding on the locked tavern door, in the middle of the day, under the guise of a drunkard run dry. which... is also technically true, but still.]
Hey! Open up, you lazy excuse of a barkeep! You've got customers with good shells to spend!
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The steps don't retreat, but the door doesn't open just yet. Either someone is put off by her yelling, or he just doesn't want to talk either. Or both.
Hm... ]
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I know you're still there, Luca. Open the beastsdamned door.
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The door opens slowly. Luca squints out into the daylight, briefly revealing red and swollen eyes. He makes a face, then shrinks away before they can get too good of a look at him.]
Come in.
[He doesn't hesitate to close and lock the door behind them.]
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and while he locks the door, they look around the tavern suspiciously, as if expecting to find an explanation right there in the room, or perhaps to discover that luca had let in the entire town except for his sister.
no, they couldn't assume something that ridiculous. the moment the lock clicks, and luca is technically safe from the outside, they glance sideways at him.]
What's going on with you, Luc?
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Rather than trying to put on a brave face and muster the strength, he simply turns away from her.]
I don't know what you are talking about.
[Is that quiver in his voice? Maybe.]
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Don't take me for a fool. [kiera does feel slightly bad about how icily they snap, so their next sentence is spoken softer.] I didn't come here to drink.
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Not telling the truth, on the other hand, will only mean that she'll continue to grate away at him. Trying to tell Kiera Aurelius — Canorus, he mentally corrects — to back down was a fool's effort. He'd learned that years ago.]
The stone guardian was with me the other night. He was meant to be watching over the others, and instead...
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kiera, of all people, can put two and two together. why luca saddled her with as much booze as she could carry and closed early. that, paired with the knowledge that zahliya was with him at the time... well.]
Don't tell me you think it's your fault.
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[His voice cracks at the very end, and he finds himself lifting a hand to frantically wipe at his eyes.]
It keeps happening, Kiera. Every where I go.
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alright, maybe she can't stop the grimace. but it may be more at the knowledge of exactly how terrible luca feels about all this.]
The guardians have their own will, don't they? It isn't like you kept him hostage. And in the end, the only ones at fault are the people who started the whole thing.
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[Luca picks a bad time to look up at them. Naturally he assumes the grimace is Kiera's disdain for the subject. It leaves him to do his best to tighten up his voice. He sounds like a sniveling toddler rather than a man of his age.]
Forget I said anything.
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[part of them wishes they were actually good at navigating emotional vulnerability. for luca's sake. they don't know what the hell they're supposed to say, and every move they make or word they speak only seems to make it worse.]
Beating yourself won't heal anyone's wounds, Luca.
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[You is what he wants to say, but the words die on his lips. It's the first time they've had a lengthy conversation. Maybe... he doesn't want to ruin it by pushing her away.]
It just feels like before. Waking up to ruin. To everything having changed. And for what - [His hand lifts, clutching at the space above his chest.] There was no reason for it. Not for Father, and not for the Saint.
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and of course, that leads kiera down the same path.
how they should have picked up on augustus acting off. how they should have seen all of the butterflies. how they should have entered the council chamber ten seconds earlier.
... how they saw the start of the book burning and chose to drag an armful of alcohol into the inn. chose to make themself useless with drink.
rather than admit any of it, of course, they scoff and turn away.]
Half of the Grove told him not to do it. Stop blaming yourself that someone else reaped what he sowed.
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So much for his attempt to not push them away.]
Of course. You're right. [His tone has flattened once more. His posture is stiff.] And now that you have confirmed my well-being, you can leave.
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What are you talking about? Clearly, you're not well.
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You would rather offer me platitudes than comfort. You would rather cover your ears and not listen to what I have to say.
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I've been trying. Do you think I'm secretly blaming you, myself? If you have something you want to tell me, you should actually tell me instead of trying to force me out the door.
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[Luca's teeth snap together hard enough to make an audible noise. He'd wince, if his expression weren't already shuttered. Still, there's a visible twitch as his jaw tenses and untenses. He's considering it, at least?
It just doesn't go far enough.]
You of all people know how to read between the lines. If you have somehow lost that ability in the years we've been apart, that is not my fault. [He heads toward the bar. He's polished every glass in the building at least twice, but what's wrong with a third?] I told you what was wrong. You were the one that chose not to pursue it.
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You're not any damn good at riddles, Luca. Why don't you run it by me again, or just speak plainly?
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Neither Father, nor the priest had to die. There was no need.
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kiera stares silently at luca for a long while. they aren't shocked or angry. maybe they once were, but not anymore. they know he hasn't loved them for years.]
Father, I understand. But why, pray tell, do you blame me for the bonfire?
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I knew you were a lush, but I did not expect you drank yourself to the point of being stupid. [He marches toward her, planting a hand on her chest and shoving as hard as I can.] Or perhaps you're as conceited as ever, believing the world to revolve around you?
[Another shove.]
It's not you, Kiera Canorus. It was never you. Father did not have to die because I would not have died.
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kiera feared luca's flames at first, but once she understood her place in the aurelius family was one of love, that fear melted away. when did she start to be afraid of it again?
probably when, as he said, everything changed. she doesn't know him anymore.]
... What the fuck are you talking about, Luca?
cw: attempted self-harm
What do we in Renova revere!? What do we hope for upon death?
[He doesn't give her a chance to answer. In one instant, his free hand — the one that hasn't been shoving her, flies to his throat. There's a corkscrew there, hidden from her and obscured by his repeated assaults. He's quick, and he knows where to strike. The pain would last only a few seconds. The mess would be more of an issue.
Only it doesn't happen. In one second, his hand is flying forward. In the next, a faint gout of flame shoots forward. It singes the span of his throat just barely. More importantly, though, it causes him to drop the weapon.]
Why?! [He hisses his words not to Kiera, but to something else. He places a hand to his head, wincing as another voice calls to him, audible only within his mind.
(Do not flaunt my powers when you know not if they work.)]
cw: attempted suicide
then luca moves, too quickly for her to react. she sees all of the movements, but luca stops himself before she can. the phoenix stops him.
her jaw drops.
a phoenix burns, then rises from the ashes.
and luca... luca, she's fairly certain, just tried to fatally wound himself, just to prove a point.
the next words out of her mouth are pitiful, quiet, trembling with emotion and fear. she hates every moment of it.]
Luca, what happened to you?
cw: attempted suicide
Every time, I have come back. Every time, the Phoenix reminds me that it is not done with me. And if I had been allowed to take the blade meant for me, it would have done the same.
[Luca doesn't have realize his eyes have begun to burn until it's too late. Dampness traces its way down over the round swell of his right cheek.]
He did not need to die. If the Phoenix had only told me it were possible, we would not have needed to be afraid. He would still be here.
[Behind them, that familiar spirit flickers in and out. Has his trademark charismatic smile faded in the slightest? Perhaps.]
cw: suicide
of course she thinks of cyrus, bleeding out and choking on poison from the blade intended for his heir. but she also thinks of luca, fighting a castillan agent to the death and losing. luca, murdered in his sleep. luca, so alone and lost and anguished that he takes his own life.
luca, completely alone in the world, while kiera spent their life taking advantage of their position, drunk out of their mind, chasing every pleasure they could find in an effort to block out the pain that they probably could have eased if they'd only tried to face it.
luca, living in this grief and this guilt for nearly ten years.]
Luc... [kiera isn't crying, but their eyes are misty, and their voice quivering.] You didn't know. You couldn't have known. It wasn't your fault.
cw: suicide
By some miracle, what they do eventually find in themselves to say... isn't too far off how Luca feels. He knows they don't mean it in that regard, which makes him almost scoff. So close to the truth, but missing it entirely. It isn't like them, but how could they be expected to understand the full gravity of Luca's own situation.]
You're right. [He says it with a strange finality, one that runs counter to the broken chords of his voice just a few seconds prior.] I could not have known. It was not my fault.
[His hand settles above his chest. His fingers clamp down, nails digging through the fabric. If not for the second band over his chest, he might have even broken the skin.]
The Phoenix could have deigned to tell the truth years ago. It could have saved him. Instead, it sat idly in my mind until it was forced to act. [He shakes his head.] It doesn't care. Not for its scions. Not for its people. All it wants is pawns to act in its stead.
No more. I'll rip it out if I have to. And then I can finally rest.
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all they can think of for the moment is how much they owe the phoenix. it welcomed them into its home despite their working for its enemy. eventually, its love for them burned so bright that the butterfly's influence was charred away entirely. after being reared to praise a beast so cruel, they found warmth and solace in a god that valued them as they were. kiera had come to love the phoenix with all their heart.
... but that was all a lie, too, they're realizing for the first time. the phoenix doesn't even care for its own blessed beyond his usefulness to it. why the hell would it care about them?]
So they are all the same. [they murmur, quiet, after a long moment of shock. and yet... the last thing luca says sends a shiver up their spine.]
What are you getting at?
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It's all hard to process, considering his own feelings.
Admittedly, he does catch her words, but he doesn't have the inclination to ask about them, not just yet. He is more occupied with her current question. And while he can't know the journey she's gone through to accept the Phoenix, he knows with some certainty that she's amongst its faithful.
Which means she won't like what he has to say.]
I plan to kill it. At any cost.
March 10th - Afternoon
It's strange, how his thoughts always seem to go to said Gargoyle. Stranger still is the way his stomach seems on the verge of twisting into knots. He has to focus his mind to keep from dwelling on it, lest he start acting like a boy with a crush.
He isn't. He doesn't. Or at least that's what he tells himself even as he marches over to the Church. Normally, he might sit below the building and call up to its resident. However, with Wolfwood and his companions busily prepping for that evening, he opts for something a little more private. And so he hefts himself up to the rafters, and then carefully exits through the hole in the ceiling.]
Zahilya. [He clears his throat.] You know, this is a rather difficult place to regularly visit you at.
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He hears Luca coming, climbing up the rafters, but doesn't register that it's him at first. He merely thinks either the good Father is trying to chase the pigeons out, or that Elsword's back in there, or maybe someone else is just fucking around. Then, he hears Luca's voice, and he tilts his head back and grins.]
It's good for you to climb. It keeps the upper body strength up. [Not that Luca needs it, really.] Did you come to watch with me? Everyone seems excited about this. I have to say, I like the thought of getting rid of the False God's things.
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But that's not why he's here. Luca sits beside him, and yes I mean actually sits. Save the Miqo'te posing for the Garg, thank you.]
I was actually coming up to see if it would bother you. You might be made of flame and stone, but hours of smoke in your eyes is bound to get irritating. [He clears his throat.] If... it grew to be too much, you're welcome to take refuge with me.
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[He glances over at Moder in the distance. That old moose has never seemed bothered by things getting in her eyes, considering how hidden away they are in the first place. Zahliya had, in the past, tried to take them out... it was difficult. That was when she was corrupted, of course.]
...do you think Moder has it handled? She's the omnipotent one, not me.
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If the idea makes you uneasy, I will not force it, but... [He cracks a grin as he looks from Moose to Garg.] She does have quite the size advantage, compared to you. Surely she can handle twice what you can.
[That's a playful little elbow for him.]
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I did fight her once upon a time, for several hundred years in fact! I can handle things that are four times my size! [zahliya please] I like to believe we're on equal strength levels!
[HUFFS but not seriously.]
...either way, yes. I'll follow you. Are you going to climb down, or are you going to risk breaking your ankles, or do I need to fly you down?
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In any case, my ankles are far sturdier than that. [He sounds very scandalized by the assumption.] And even if they broke, my own passenger would not allow for me to remain injured for long.
[Dumb bird baby has not yet realized how slow his healing is.]
And I would hate to debase such an esteemed guardian by making him carry me about.
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[....no, it would be both of you idiots. What is this.]
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I would not mind spending a few more nights in your presence. [Goddammit, what did we just say, Luca.
No matter. He huffs once at tosses his head to the side. His arms crossed, not unlike a petulant child. With his nose angled upward, he manages:] I would not be embarrassed.
[You know. Inviting the challenge. Very heterosexual.]
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[Zahliya has discovered recently that sometimes, you can be a little silly. He's had his head in his own ass for quite a while, after all. "Killing monsters is the only thing I can do" and "I miss all of you from the past" were pretty much his only sentiments, but at least Luca seems to have startled him back to the real world with... that weird fluttery feeling, ugh, what is that.
Point is, he likes teasing Luca. And he knows he, logically, needs to realise that it's okay to just be without thinking he's going to get murdered because someone poked him in the arm. So!
He smirks at Luca. There's a glint in his eyes... and then he bends down and scoops the man bridal-style before he leaps off the side of the roof, catching the air on his leathery wings.
Get carried idiot.]
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[The rest of his words are swallowed by an echoing squawk. It's a very marvelous impression of a bird, all things considered. Which means it's pretty damn embarrassing for them both. Nevertheless, he doesn't exactly flail or try to get out. he knows better, knows that it'll only end in something broken for at least one of them.
The best he can do is cross his arms, scowl, and pretend that he didn't just effectively yelp and, well. Embarrass himself.]
Hilarious. Very much so.
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[Smirking, he circles the treetops for a moment, then leans his weight back and lets the wind catch his wings in a proper stop once they're close enough to the ground. It's a bit of a janky landing, Zahliya isn't used to flying with a passenger (or really at all, since he can only go up about thirty feet), but Luca at least gets set on his feet right in front of the bar doors safely and gently.
There you go, you're free now.]
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You won't even carry me across the threshold after all of that? What sort of treatment is this?
[He's just gonna stay dangling there. Don't mind him.]
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[Whatever, get scooped idiot. It's not a cute bridal carry, but rather Zahliya leaning down to throw Luca over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He will, in fact, carry Luca into the bar proper and then plop him down in a seat.
:) ]
Unless you'd rather I park you right behind your counter?
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That doesn't keep him from crossing his arms defiantly once he's in a seat. His leg shifts, angling so he can rest his heel against the opposite knee.]
I'm not cooking for you, if that's what you're getting at.
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Tail wagging :)]
I've never seen you anywhere else! [He's teasing, of course. He's seen Luca doing other things at the bar! ...mostly cooking though!] But no, I am not hungry right now.
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[He knows he could be contributing more. Investigating, finding answers. Truthfully, though, he's always been a bit subdued like this. Solitude is easier, especially when this place is familiar. The presence of the spirit helps, even if they can't exactly communicate.]
If I'm not cooking, then, what would you like to do? Unless you propose staring at one another for hours on end?
[Wait why did that make his heart skip. Gross.]
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[Perches on a chair.
Just fucking. Stares at Luca. Those green eyes are Open baby they ain't goin nowhere.
This is how we flirt yes yes, Zahliya might be stupid.]
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And yet you seem to be losing. What a shame!
[This is supposed to be the thread they have sex in and yet here they are. They actually just missed the fighting because they were being stupid. Incredible.]
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(This will bite him in the ass later.)
He grins and tries to peer around Luca's hand, stopping to grab it and lower it and...
...then he just sort of holds it, adjusting himself into a proper sit as he does.]
When I first met you, I didn't know you'd be so goofy. I thought you were going to be too... [he hums, searching for a non-offensive way to put this,] concerned about the circumstances. Not that they aren't concerning, you understand, but...
I would not have learnt to relax without you. That's what I mean to say.
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But Zahliya's always been a strange one. And try as he might, Luca can hardly deny the growing affection he feels for the Gargoyle.]
I am concerned, do not get me wrong. [But they both know that.] There is just something about you. It... makes me feel -
[Luca pauses, searching for the words. When he fails, he makes a vague motion with his hand, scowling faintly in his frustration.]
When I was younger, I wasn't... like this. Kiera and I were known for terrorizing our fellow nobles with all manner of foolishness. And sometimes - [He pauses, jaw tensing as he chews on the inside of his cheek.] You make me feel like that anew.
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[He is Not letting go of Luca's hand. They're mutually warm, and the touch, for once, isn't something outright scary. Luca is not dangerous to Zahliya specifically, and Zahliya's unnatural heat isn't dangerous to him. It's... nice. It's just nice.
He flips Luca's hand over and traces the lines of his palm with a claw, delicate as a feather.]
It is very funny for you to say you feel young again when you are already very small. [wow] ...and I do like that you feel like a fool around me. I've not been very put together around you, either.
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[It's not hard to see that most of the Grove cares for him. Perhaps not as much as Luca, but good luck getting him to admit that out loud just yet. The point is, Luca isn't so certain he's brought all that much good to Zahliya's life. Not that he doesn't cherish the Gargoyle or -
whoa, those are awfully sappy thoughts. Yet it turns out, they go just fine with his steadily thumping heart. He can't help it, when those claws find a way to be so gentle to him. They make him feel... less abnormal. He's long struggled with the burden of his Blessing, and how it makes him stand out. But when everyone else is different..]
I'm going to choose to ignore that comment - [Said with a soft grin.] and simply say that I... think I rather like when you aren't put together, Zahliya.
[He feels warm and light, content despite the way his heart rabbits within his chest. He meant what he said about feeling young again. This feels like his first crush, like how he used to write his own name with various last names of the boys he fancied around Aerea.]
It feels like a gift. Something secret for the two of us to share.
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...but his tail is wagging behind him, so maybe that counts for something.]
You are embarrassing, [he says, despite being the one holding Luca's hand here,] my clownery is not a gift.
[But.]
...though, if you would consider it such, then I don't mind giving it to you freely. I do... [Deep breaths, little garg, it's okay.] ...I am rather fond of you. More than I think I am fond of the others. Do not tell them, I can't handle when Mizuki cries.
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Anyway. Luca glances toward that tail, watching its twitching back and forth and feels... emboldened. Maybe it's the words that Zahliya speaks, or the atmosphere. Perhaps, still, it's the confession that they've shared, however much they might have ducked around actually admitting anything.
Either way...]
I assure you, I do not kiss and tell.
[But they haven't - no shut up. Luca leans across the bar, almost hurriedly attempting to steal a kiss from Zahliya. It's little more than a peck before he ducks back and pretends to look for something. Just don't ask him what.]
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Zahliya has that same thought. "But we haven't???" and then Luca quickly closes that gap, though not long enough to really give a proper kiss. Like hey. Wait a second, come back here??
He is not a forward person unless it comes to a battle or wanting food to eat. Not normally. Luca is a lot different, though, in many good and glorious ways, and Zahliya feels pretty strongly that he was not done there. It helps to have an outlet for all the strange, fluttering feelings besides.
So:]
That was hardly a proper kiss. [And then he gets up and swings himself over the counter, hopping down at Luca's side.] I think it's supposed to last longer. I'm giving that a two out of ten stars, try again.
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Nevertheless, he has an image to keep. And that image forces him to press his lips into a thin line and cross his arms over his chest.]
It was a perfectly amenable first attempt. Especially when I was testing the waters. [He rolls his eyes hard enough that his head hurts.]
If you want another kiss so bad, why don't you show me how it's done?
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[No, Zahliya, you just have a weird vantage point from on high.
Either way, he's going to shake off his nerves, go away nerves and let him put a name to these emotions finally, and surge forward and grab Luca's face with his hands to give him a proper kiss. ...his definition of proper, anyway, it's sloppy and uncoordinated and he has no idea what he's doing but it's a kiss!!]
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Besides, that's not the -
[Luca... doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence. Suddenly, there is gargoyle hands on his face, and gargoyle lips on his mouth. Yes, it's clumsy and out of sorts, but it isn't as if Luca's previous affairs were particularly gentle or coordinated. He's pleased enough with the attention, making a sound into the kiss as his fingers lift to card through Zahilya's hair. Keep going, please and thank you.]
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tilt forward too much and send them both toppling to the floor.]
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Well. Zahliya's mouth is still on his, so he can't just abandon it. He returns the kiss eagerly, perhaps even hungrily. The remaining fingers in the gargoyle's hair finish off the hair tie, freeing that long, dark hair before coming to rest at the base of a horn.]
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Which, to be honest, Zahliya has no idea how makeouts work. Yes, he has seen some face-sucking from on-high, but that doesn't mean the movements of his lips make much sense. He does make some sort of gargoyle-purr at having Luca's hand in his hair, though. That feels nice. Normally he'd pull back, but... Luca is safe. He's always been safe.
So, little garg-growls instead. With no idea how to continue kissing from here, though, he breaks the kiss to kiss along Luca's cheek and jaw instead. Surely that's what he's supposed to do now? Getting off the floor doesn't even come to mind. This is where we kiss now.]
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If you are insisting on continuing this, I am going to insist we take it upstairs. You will not have me on the floor.
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...oh, yes. I suppose humans do not like laying on the floor.
[If Zahliya sleeps, it's on the roof, so... you know, no standards. He gets up, though, and he'll hold a hand out to tug Luca to his feet and dust him off. If his hands linger... shhhh.]
I'm sorry for pushing you over. I meant to just kiss you normally. That... did not happen.
[But it was fun! So.]
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Do I sound angry? [He shakes his head, before placing a hand on his hip.] The only thing currently making me cross is the fact that you are not still kissing me? Or at least that we are not moving upstairs.
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[and that was his first kiss in... ever. So. Anyway, he's taking Luca by the hand.]
Unless you want to watch me fall on my tail while going upstairs.
[He's not dragging them upstairs, per se, but he is leading the way, and if it's at a slight run... shh, the boyishness goes both ways.]
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It would only be right for you to fall down this time.
[He doesn't wait for a response, or even a kiss. He's already making for the stairs.]
If you feel like kissing me again, I suggest you hurry.
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I'm on a timer now?
[But they're skidding to a stop in front of Luca's door, where Zahliya fights with the doorknob until it opens. ...hopefully it's not locked or this will be embarrassing.]
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Indeed! You were the one who was so eager, after all.
[He watches with no small amusement as Zahliya struggles with the door. No, he's not offering to help. It's not locked, so surely the Garg can manage it! It's only once he does that Luca takes the lead and coaxes him in.
It's... relatively sparse up here. Luca clearly has made sure all the luxuries were customer facing. That being said, the bed itself is rather luxurious. Not that Zahliya hasn't been here before but I don't think I described what a bougie bitch Luca is, what with his silk sheets and absolute MOUND of pillows.]
Ah, well. Here you are. It isn't as if you are unfamiliar.
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Emotionally... well anyway ignoring the stirring, anticipatory emotions is free.]
Certainly not, and were your window not too far up, I would have flown us in through that instead. ...probably. [Stupid fucking barrier. Zahlilya paces over to the mattress and sits down on it, bouncing briefly. He forgets how soft these things are.] You are going to sit with me, yes?
[Haha
yeah just sitting. Nothing else.]
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[Luca hesitates a moment before finally settling in beside Zahliya. He fusses with the hem of his shirt, staring down at his fingers before glancing up once more. Now that they're here, he isn't sure what he's supposed to do. He's done this before, but it was far more... aggressive. There weren't feelings involved — and even if there were, they were the kind Luca wouldn't be caught dead acknowledging.
It's not the same with Zahliya. He cares about the Gargoyle, even if it's hard to admit it out loud. He wants to do this right, which is a pain in the ass when he doesn't know what right is...]
So -
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So. [He echoes, and then if Luca sits down, he will lean in to kiss him again because? what else could they possibly be here for?] Your face is red. Am I that good at kissing?
[you literally are not nice try tho]
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[He absolutely is, especially after Zahliya kisses him again. Since they're as close as they are, Luca doesn't hesitate to give him a little shove. It's playful more than anything, lacking any of his defensive sort of venom.]
And seeing as how your kisses have knocked me down at least once, I think I would be more than justified in saying that they need work.
[Which. Speaking of! Luca leans in and steals a kiss. And then another.]
Lots of work. [One last kiss.] I don't know what I will do with you.
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Mm? Do they? I suppose you'll just have to teach me, won't you? Practice makes perfect, or so the human adage goes.
[Speaking of kisses. Zahliya is also returning them, eagerly at that, giving little time for either of them to really breathe. It's not like he's really gotten "making out" down, but his hands are on Luca's shoulders and he's being about as aggressive as an immortal stone creature who has never kissed before can be. Lots of cute little pecks, giggles, lips parting oh hey he figured something out—]
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Yes, Luca tries and fails to not let the thought run away from him. Maybe that's why he takes the chance to place his hands against Zahliya's shoulders and push him back down against the bed. Guess we're doing this now.
He breaks the kiss just to add the pithiest little:]
How is this for learning?
Zahliya (immediately post Zahliya-quest)
Instead, Luca finally catches sight of a familiar form near the river. He clears his throat on approach, figuring it best not to startle the creature whilst its predatory sibling still loomed. Nevertheless, Zahliya isn’t going to get away with stewing in silence tonight.]
I brought you something.
[There are bandages in one hand, on the off-chance any Zonari-inflicted wounds have lingered, and a bottle of alcohol in the other. Luca… actually isn’t sure if Zahliya can drink but! Hey! Only one way to find out.]
I feel it would be foolish to ask how you are feeling considering everything but… [A vague motion.] How are you feeling?
haha gay
Pissed off, mostly. [For reasons that are very obvious. But he takes the bandages anyway and starts patching himself up. He's also mostly naked sorry Luca (not sorry Luca). At least there are pants??] At least my head feels like it's on right, but it won't stop pounding.
[He sighs. Then:]
At least you remain a breath of fresh air.
Re: haha gay
A ghost of a smile spreads over Luca's lips at the compliment, before settling into something a bit more stony and determined. After setting the bottle of alcohol down, he reaches out and snatches the bandages back with one hand, before grabbing hold of an arm with another. Let him take care of it, thanks.]
As I always hope to be. [He thumbs gingerly over Zahliya's inner wrist, before setting about properly wrapping one of the more grievous looking wounds. He is careful not to let his own skin touch it, lest the corruption try to affect him in turn.]
It only makes sense for your mind to be swimming. Not only did you lose much, but you also learned. There is... much to take in.
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My head feels jammed full. She gave me all of the memories back, including encounters hundreds of years ago that she'd erased. And... whatever happened in the timeloop you apparently got stuck in also got folded into my memories, so I have two separate sets of what happened after I woke up. I never saw the inside of the Temple before.
...
Sorry that I tried to kill all of you.
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[Two sets of memories, never mind all that Zahliya had been robbed of... Luca can't fathom it. His gods had been cruel, but never that cruel.
Somehow, though, he finds it in himself to laugh. It's only slightly bitter, too!]
I... think we might have deserved it, if you had. We were being rather... unruly.
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[...pinches Luca's cheek.]
I used to be far angrier than I was. I have you to thank for... making me better, I suppose.
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[He likes a bad boy, what can he say?]
Are you sure you're going to be alright, Ahli? Especially with your new reminder floating about nearby...
[Just gonna glance toward Zonari's perch, thanks.]
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[....SO ANYWAY,]
...I will be fine. Moder is pissed off, too, and won't go near where my so-called sibling is, but we've endured worse. I don't believe that anyone will be able to rehabilitate her, but it would be a huge blow to that asshole false god, so I hope you will for your sakes.
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Well, if anyone can, it will be my sibling. Not because I think she has any emotional aptitude, or some sort of secret way of worming into Zonari's brain. [Even though she... kinda does.]
She's simply a stubborn bitch, same as your sister. They'll get on great and exchange gossip before long.
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[Hmm...]
You know, I would like to hear embarrassing stories about you. If they start talking about you, I might just sneak around the corner to listen.
after feral vash attack
said "something else" turns out to be his sister, drenched in their own blood and wheezing softly. clearly still alive, at the very least. as soon as they catch sight of him, they smile with bloody teeth.]
Sorry for the mess.
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Kiera! [He rushes to her side, already taking stock of the wounds.] What in the light happened to you?
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Mm... One very angry cactus flower. [even as soft as their voice is -- especially so, given the wound in their side -- it seems they can't turn off the pitiful attempts at joking.]
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I can't help you here. You need to be at the clinic. Why the hells didn't you go there?
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kiera thinks he's so stupid sometimes. where would they go on the brink of ruin but straight to him?
they would fight him harder, but... their body doesn't seem to want to cooperate at this point.]
No, no. Just wrap me up for now and I'll head over later. He's still out there.
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I'll burn him alive if I have to. But I'm not letting you bleed to death on my fucking floor, you stupid - [He trails off with a low growl. He opts, instead, to heave Kiera to her feet.]
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Came here to make sure -- you would be safe, dumbass. If you put yourself in danger, dragging me across town... then I came here for nothing.
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[Before Luca can finish, there's the oppressive sound of thunder from outside. It happens in rapid succession, too loud and too frequent to be natural.
Right. Okay. He inhales as deep as he can, before setting her down.]
Don't move. If you bleed out before I get back with bandages, I'll kill you.
[And with that he's running up the stairs as fast as he can.]
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Couldn't if I wanted to... [they chuckle weakly, that shit-eating grin stained red.] So I'll spare you the trouble.
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The brevity pauses for a moment when Kiera notices Clive, though. A wink is directed toward Luca, before she conveniently disappears into the store room. Luca, meanwhile, turns to face Clive. It's probably silly for him to already be flushed but... here we are.]
Hello, Clive. Is it time for your nightly planning session already?
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Actually, I'm here to speak with you. I have a rather odd request I need to ask.
[ Fight me could be blunt enough but- ]
I was wondering if you would spar with me?
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[He says it like it's actually a surprise. As if they haven't been dancing around their affectations for the better part of a month now. Never mind the kiss they had shared.
But the fact that it's a request gives him pause, and the request itself makes him outright gape. He searches Clive's face for a joke but... finds nothing to indicate as much. Hm.]
Well... it isn't as if I have anything else to do. [Kiera has this handled, he's just being overbearing about it.] May I ask what inspired you so?
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His shaggy hair prevents the tips of his ears from betraying his blushing. ]
Would you accept it's a surprise gift in the making? It's part of a quest Ydalir handed to me. I'm to spar you until you're exhausted.
[ And... he's allowed to flirt, so after a pause, he smirks a little and tilts his head. ]
Sadly not the type of sparring I'm most looking forward to, but helpful, none the less.
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Clive's quip cuts off his train of thought. He's left to scowl at the man, shoving once at his shoulder before moving away from the barstool he'd been settled on. It's a good thing he'd come down from his room with his rapier tucked at his side already.]
Come then. Let me wipe that smirk off your face before it sticks.
[He's leading Clive outside, thank you.]
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Once outside, however, he moves to draw his sword from it's sheathe on his back, adjusting his grip with his left hand. He still doesn't like using it, it's not nearly as strong as his right, but he has no choice unless he tapes it to his hand. ]
Remember. Exhaustion. Come at me with everything. No holding back.
[ He's fascinated to see how Luca fights, too. A rapier makes him think of Jill. Lighter, dartier? Hm. ]
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He'd like to think he's coming in with an advantage though. He knows how a greatsword wielder moves and attacks for the most part. Granted, his own style was much different, considering the fact that his own blade had been just as tall as he was. Nevertheless, Luca is confident as he unsheaths his rapier and gives a nod.
There is a brief moment where he grips the blade with both hands, as if he did indeed clutch a much larger weapon. It's corrected quickly enough, posture shifting with relative ease, even as he scolds himself mentally.]
You don't have to tell me twice.
[He rotates his wrist once, watching the blade dip and bend, before flicking his gaze up toward Clive. Come at him with everything? He'll be sure to make Clive regret those words.]
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Would this be more your speed?
[ Take it, his voice says, because he has an idea. He asked for everything Luca has to give, after all, and he should give as much as well. As he holds the sword out, he calls Odin to him, then manifests Zantetsuken to his right hand. The sword almost grows out of it, silver-blue and jagged.
And with it on his right hand, he can use it properly, twirling his wrist to swing the blade around before offering Luca a little smirk. ]
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After a moment, he gingerly sets the rapier down and takes the larger blade by the hilt. Both hands wrap around it and pull back. He gives it a few experimental swings — albeit several steps away from Clive — before giving a brisk nod.]
It will -
[He doesn't finish his statement. He watches the sword manifest within Clive's hands with something between awe and horror. It's not dissimilar to another man Luca knew, capable of summoning a liquid arsenal all without batting an eyelash.
For some reason, it sends a jolt of something heated through him. Not gonna acknowledge that thought with a ten foot pole, thank you. Instead, he admires the way Clive easily moves the blade within his stony hand.]
There is to be no disadvantages in this fight, I see.
[Good. All the easier to exhaust himself upon.]
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It wouldn't be fair to ask all of you, without giving you all of me in return.
[ Though he knows he's going to have to be careful calling any Eikons. With how unstable the curse is, he's lucky it didn't aggravate with merely calling Odin to him.
He steps back a bit and salutes Luca with the sword, bowing lightly as he does, before positioning his sword in the ready stance. Clive looks far more confident with the sword in his right hand, having been swinging one since he was six. And he's learned patience, his eyes bright on Luca but studious. Slightly dark as Odin's energy fills him.
On Luca's mark. ]
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Not that Clive makes it any easier, talking like that. Giving all of him is certainly a thrilling thought, one that makes Luca lick his lips contemplatively. Maybe he can dwell on it further, later. He's wasting precious time, here.
After adjusting his grip on the hilt once more, Luca reaches into his mind. He calls the the Phoenix's power forth, sending flame down the span of the blade. He's pretty sure the weapon won't come to harm, considering who its wielder is. Nevertheless, it won't last but a second in any case.
Luca sprints forward, swinging overhead and coming down toward Clive's shoulder.]
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But as good as he takes, he gives to Luca in return. He doesn't spare his strength when their swords clash, his teeth baring as he brings his considerable weight down behind the eikonic weapon attached to his arm. He knows his own will hold up, aided by Luca's fire, so he doesn't worry about meeting blow for blow.
He only calls for an end when they're both at their limit, when the muscles begin to burn and lifting their weapons begins to feel like moving a boulder with a hand. Clive isn't unused to pushing himself to the point his body gives out, though he hasn't dealt with that in a long time, but Ydalir said to exhaustion.
So to exhaustion it is.
He raises his hand, using the tip of the eikon sword to rest on, sagging a little into it, laughing a little, his breathing heavy and rough. ]
I keep forgetting what it's like not to use magic.
[ His muscles burn and he tilts his head to Luca. ]
Got anything left in you?
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But acting on most of that can wait. Right now, he's far too winded to do much of anything. He has his hands braced upon his knees, half bent over. He opts to stop standing entirely, instead, settling into the grass on his knees.]
Beasts. [It's really all he can think for the time being. He hears Clive's question, but has to take a few moments to actually weigh it within his mind. Eventually he lifts his hand and attempts to let out a shot of flame. Instead, only a piffle of smoke leaves him.]
I think I am tapped out. You?
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I think I pulled something the last swing, so I'm done.
[ And then he holds the bracelet out, his voice soft as he lets it sit in his open palm. ]
Your gift. I was told to make sure to tell you to never take it off. Before you place it on, however, you should know what it will do. It will allow you to close the connection between you and the Phoenix whenever you desire it.
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He stops, however, just short. What Clive describes is nothing short of a miracle. He feels something painfully hopeful shoot through him, but he knows not what to make of it. His heart thunks heavily within his chest, alternating between joy and fear.]
Clive - [His voice shakes as he takes the bracelet into his hand. He moves it back and forth between his palm, feeling power and comfort within it. He almost worries it might burn him. Part of him even thinks to hand it back.
He can feel the Phoenix's indignation in the back of his mind. It makes dread coil all the tighter within his gut.]
I - don't know what to say.
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Then don't say anything. You needn't even wear it, if you don't desire it. But it is an option I can give you, until I can end it permanently.
[ Oh yes, he hasn't forgotten what his initial promise was. He'll figure out a way to take the Phoenix out of Luca entirely, either by breaking the connection or figuring out how to let Ifrit consume foreign Aether.
He finally shifts his hand up to reach up to curl his fingers against Luca's jaw, tilting his chin upwards, leaning in to place a soft kiss down against the corner of his mouth, his voice soft. ]
It's a start, but it's only a start when you feel comfortable taking it. All right?
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He moves at Clive's urging, staring up at him with a sheen of tears in his eyes. He opens his mouth, but finds that he can't quite manage the words. Instead, he pitches forward, head thunking against the center of Clive's chest.]
You are - [His voice wobbles.] You - kept your word.
[Of course he would. Clive Rosfield never once gave the slightest indication of not being a man of his word.]
I don't know if - if I'm ready to activate it. I fear what the Phoenix may do if I shut it out, only to ask for its power later. But... [He shifts backward, and instead holds his hand out. He presents the bracelet once more, offering a hesitant smile.]
Will you help me put it on?
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I try.
[ And he nods, understanding that hesitation. But it will offer Luca the ability to shut the Phoenix out if it begins to hurt him. A warning that he won't put up with the creatures claws anymore. He lets him lean back, glancing down to the bracelet as it's presented, then back up to the smile.
Which gets his own out of him and he nods, carefully picking the not-so-delicate piece of jewelry up. ]
Together?
[ Because he can't use his right hand, so he carefully hooks his thumb into the latch and waits for Luca to grip the other end, so they can hook it around his wrist together. ]
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For a long time, he has not been a man of prayer. Not when his deity has been as scornful as it is. Nevertheless, Luca finds himself uttering a silent thank you. Not to his Beast, who already bristles as Luca's audacity, but to the gods and guardians of this world. For so long, he had distrusted them. This kindness marked a shift from that.
With his silent utterance out of the way, Luca turns his attention back to Clive. In the height of his emotions, he had forgotten of Clive's limitations. No matter. It feels far more poetic to work together. He takes the other end as instructed and gives a nod.]
Together.
[He loops it around his wrist, touch still boarding on reverent. He waits for Clive to latch it into place, then holds it out into the small space beneath them. Something moves through him, creeping up his arm and down the span of his body. It feels powerful, protective even. More than anything, it feels loving. He'll have to ask what all went into the process, but he doubts it was easy or without its share of emotion.
The Phoenix, naturally, continues to balk. Luca pays it no mind.]
What do you think? Does it suit me?
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It does but it doesn't nearly have the same lustre.
[ He admires the stone only briefly, he's seen it enough, and turns his attention to Luca instead, tilting his head a little and smiling at him. ]
Don't think I've forgotten my promise. [ Threat, to the Phoenix. Behave, or else. ] But this is the least I can do for now.
[ Maybe if they ever figure out ways to go home, he'll make good on his promise. Until then, all they can do is shut the door on the Phoenix's beak. A beat or two as he thinks, his brow furrowing a little. If the Phoenix decides not to give Luca it's aid in turn, out of spite... well, he doesn't know if he can give Blessings with the other Eikons, they're not his, not really.
But Ifrit is... ]
And I'll be there by your side for any other moments that might arise.
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You are doing terrible things to my stoic persona, I hope you know.
[He... doesn't hate it. He's long lamented the loss of the boy he used to be. He's not the only one, either. Kiera still seems to hold fast to that young man. It would be easier for all of them, he thinks, to be a little more like that.
But he can turn that thought over more later. Clive is here and now at the moment, happy with Luca as he is. He reaches up, cupping the man's cheek and gingerly thumbing over the scar there. He waits only a second before leaning up to steal a kiss, one that he hopes conveys the endless gratitude he feels.]
If you could only ever do this, it would be enough. It's more than anyone has been able to accomplish thus far.
[He shifts just enough to lay his forehead against Clive's shoulder.]
I know you will. Perhaps it's too early to say but... you have yet to let me down once.
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You? Stoic?
[ The cup to his cheek makes him close his eyes and lean in to it, relaxing into it like a touch starved animal, his hand coming up in turn to cover over Luca's. The soft touch to his mouth makes him smile and lean in to return it, a brief warm brush.
As Luca leans in to him, he shifts his arms to cradle the other, just letting him rest against him and making sure he's secure so he can just relax. They did just get done pushing each other to the limits after all, Luca deserves to relax. ]
I vow it. I will not fail you.
[ He turns his head to press his mouth into Luca's head, letting it linger there for a moment. ]
Do you need help returning to the Watchtower?
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Which, speaking of, yes he's melting as Clive leans his head into the touch. He can at least be pleased by the fact that for all the comfort the other man gives him, Luca seems to give the same right back.]
I trust you, Clive Rosfield.
[A smirk crosses his lips after a moment, He glances toward the Watchtower, then back at Clive.]
I suppose if you're offering to carry me up the stairs and start a hot bath, I will not complain. It's only fair, after the work you made me put in.
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[ His voice is musing but he's smiling as he says it, finally opening his eyes so Luca can see the sparkle in them. He doesn't say anything else as he shifts his other arm under Luca's legs to easily gather him up off the ground and into his arms proper. Then stands with him. ]
I did challenge you, it's only fair.
[ He pauses only to kneel so Luca can grab his Rapier and Clives sword for him, before straightening again and carrying him into the Watchtower proper. He will carry him up stairs, people watching be damned, and he WILL draw him a bath, see if he won't. ]
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Never mind the fact that you rendered me so emotional.
[There is, of course, no real complaint to those words. It's a very precious gift that he's been given, and he'll be grateful to Clive for as long as he draws breath.
For, now, though, he twists his body in order to properly sheathe his rapier. It's a bit more effort to get Clive's sword tucked away, but he does it with the same care as his own weapon. Eventually he settles once more, opting to glare daggers at anyone who dares to cast them a sideways glance.
Once they're out of earshot, Luca sighs. There's a faint laugh in his voice.]
Oh, the gossip we've once again inspired.
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Luca,
I believe the last letter I wrote to you was addressed "Ser Aurelius," quite some time ago. It feels almost ridiculous to communicate this way now, but I am pleased to note that even as I write, I am not overwhelmed with a sense of dread as I was in person. My hope is that this affliction is over with sooner rather than later. It pains me to leave you alone at this difficult time, so I suppose I will have to bother you sufficiently in this manner in the meantime. I pray that my meandering thoughts are, at present, a comfort rather than an annoyance to you.
Thanks to a generous (and entirely voluntary, I can assure you) donation from a new arrival, I needn't worry about feeding for some time. Even like this, it being physically necessary and all, I found the taste repulsive, which is a great relief. Nonetheless, I am doing my best to avoid anyone still in human form. I have taken to occupying my time with reading. There is an abundance of books in the school library and hardly any visitors at this time. I suspect that even if I had started at one end when we first arrived and read nonstop since, I would have hardly covered but a few shelves. My favorites thus far have been concerning subjects such as crop rotation, selective breeding of fancy pigeons, and farriering and hoof injury and disease, though I'm sure none of these come as surprises.
What did shock me is the existence of fiction romanticizing vampires. In this particular book, the human protagonist lusts after one and dreams of "being turned" by him. Can you imagine? As you might expect, disgust soon won out over my curiosity, and so that novel will forever remain unfinished by me or anyone in the Grove.
In the absence of the gentle giant (or rather, his inability to fit through the doors of the school) I have been looking after the greenhouse plants here. By the grace of some heretofore unknown benevolent god, indoor piping and tap water do not unnerve me as the river does. It is nice to bask in the presence of living things that do not cower from me on instinct. Do tell me how my beloved Pinto Grigio is faring, if you would be so kind. I miss her terribly.
I suppose I ought not push my luck, getting too long-winded about this. You needn't feel obligated to match my length, as I'm aware you're a man of fewer words than the boy in the barracks was. Even so, I must admit, it would comfort me to be privvy to your thoughts of late. Please do not feel guilt on my behalf should you be unable, however.
Your sister always,
Ser Kiera Canorus
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Ser Aurelius,
Do not think I missed your faux pas there. Do you think that your current condition strikes you from the family line? I cannot imagine Father would feel that way. He would, does love you unconditionally, just as I do.
I am glad you have been able to achieve some level of comfort. I cannot imagine it was easy to accept, voluntary or no. I am glad, though, that you are caring for yourself. Just as we both know how you would regret it had you not.
Trust that I wish I could be with you in this time as well. I know you are struggling deeply, and if we were both not keenly aware of how difficult my presence would prove to be, I would be there in but a moment.
Dearest sister, I do hope you know that a romance could be made out of anything. Might I regale you with the one about the Cataegan Emissary and the heir to the Phoenix? Something tells me you would truly hate that. Still, I am glad you have found enjoyment within other pages. Will you tell me your favorite so far?
Pinto fares well, as to all the chicks. They remain obscenely plump, thanks to a kind benefactor who learned from your ways. You are quite welcome.
As for my own thoughts, I fear they verge on the romantic. There is something I neglected to tell you before trouble struck. Truly I felt... ashamed to talk about it, and also didn't want to trouble you with things I know you feel distaste for. But... Zahliya and I separated in the wake of Clive's absence. I said some rather untoward things to him, and though I have apologized, he has requested time and space.
It... has made things difficult. I suspect that is why my powers have been manifesting as they have. An influx of emotions combined with additional power has been... difficult.
In any case, I do so miss you. I eagerly await the moment in which this new curse releases you.
Your faithful brother,
Luca Aurelius
PS: Rip another piece of paper from a book and I will rip a chunk of hair from your head. Use paper like the civilized harlot I know you to be.
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Luca,
I must admit that I was uncertain whether you truly meant it. I know we have had many disagreements since Father's passing, and likewise have made efforts to mend our relationship, but deeply ingrained habits die hard. I have lived so long in self-imposed exile that sometimes I struggle to even comprehend that you might still care for me. Before you go blaming yourself, know I have always had such doubts. They are as much a part of who I am as my very bones. I will do my best to take your gesture of goodwill to heart, however.
As far as novels go, I have greatly enjoyed a tale about a lowly servant-groom who raises a stallion from its birth. The pair bond for life and endure many trials together, but it is a glad story in the end.
I regret teasing you about romance so frequently. As much as I don't welcome such things for myself, it isn't my intention to frighten you away from sharing important aspects of your life with me. Still, I fear I was neglectful. I should have realized something was amiss. For not noticing your pain, Luca, I am truly sorry. Knowing this only makes me wish all the more that I could reassure you in some way. Once I am freed from these invisible shackles, I would be most glad to help in any way you deem appropriate. I could join you in fishing at the river, or even sit through a game of chess sober.
Thank you for humoring me with these letters. True, it is not the same as spending time with you, but it is a way to speak nonetheless, and I think that is helping me to remain sane.
Hesitantly,
Ser Kiera Aurelius
P.S. I believe it will take me some time to grow accustomed to seeing it written once more.
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Kiera,
I can only imagine how difficult it is. Your upbringing, the "purpose" you were given has haunted you for far too long. I only wish you had been able to hear it from him that he did not hold it against you. All of my words will never compare.
It sounds like a lovely book. Perhaps once you have recovered, I can pay a visit to the library and read it myself. I should like to know what you have enjoyed so much.
I do not think you were neglectful. Truthfully I was... reluctant to talk about it for more than one reason. Zahliya is an incredibly important figure in this world. Strong and capable at that. The last thing I want is for anyone to think ill of him. Or to share his business when he is already going through enough. And... honestly, perhaps I was ashamed to admit the depth of my malice in that moment.
The truth is that I accused both him and you of never caring to do enough about the Phoenix. I wanted to convince myself that neither of you cared enough, so that it was far easier to shove the two of you away. It wasn't fair, and I suppose it is only right that I suffer these consequences.
I - think fishing would be best avoided, though. Callan shares remarkable similarities to Emissary Alazon. It's been a bit... difficult to reconcile. Chess would be nice, though.
I feel the same about our current method of communicating. If I am truly honest, it has been far easier to speak my feelings. It's too easy to become self-conscious with how much I feel, especially hvae I have tried so hard for so long not to feel at all.
... Thank you, by the way. For being so patient with all of that.
Gratefully,
Luca Aurelius
P.S. I have missed it so dearly, though.
P.P.S. After everything was said and done back home, I began to consider joining the guard again. Even in a reserve capacity. Do you think you would loathe working with me again?
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Truth be told, I have known in my heart since then that he would have accepted me. There was always the fear of rejection, but he was not that sort of man, nor that sort of parent. My greatest regret is that I simply lacked the bravery to be honest with him, to give him the chance to prove his virtue, before it was too late. Perhaps, like you with Zahliya, I believed that I deserved to live in that pain.
Hah. It is pitiful how alike we still are, even after so much has changed.
I feel I should give you as much honesty as you have offered me. Last year, when we were trapped beneath the ocean, the Phoenix spoke to me through your body. I made a deal with the Beast that when we returned home, I would volunteer myself as its new host so that it would leave you be. I don't know if such a thing is even possible, but it agreed, and so I believed I was helping. Underhanded, yes. Behind your back, yes. I was afraid to tell you, because I know you would never approve of such self-destructive methods, and I did not know how else to ease your pain.
I swear to you, Luca, if I had known that it was possible to kill a Beast, I would have fought the wretch to my last breath. I would have made more blatant efforts had I been aware of any other recourse. I don't fault you your resentment of me, but still I beg your forgiveness.
You are everything to me. I will never give up on you, no matter the pain it brings me or the time I spend waiting on you.
If you will still have me, despite all of this, I would ask for nothing more than the chance to remain at your side.
Kiera
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Truly, we must be related or something.
... Terrible as it is, though, it does bring me some comfort. I have made no secret of how broken and unfixable I feel at times. Knowing that someone else shares these struggles and burdens keeps me from feeling less isolated. And maybe it gives me hope that we can both put ourselves right.
[Kiera would have no way of knowing, but Luca takes a long pause here. The words she'd written are troubling ones. His past self fumes at her for making that promise. The man he is now understands her actions, at the very least.
A few ink blobs rest on the paper, where he tapped his pen a few times before continuing. Kiera might even notice a few burn marks at the corner of the page. Understanding or no, the wash of emotions that her confession evokes is a bit much to swallow.]
You did all that you thought you could.
I won't lie, some part of me is angry. The Phoenix was... not a burden I would wish on anyone. Had you gone through with it, I might have tried to kill you myself for signing yourself up for that fate. But I won't pretend I don't also understand why.
I would do the same, if the Butterfly ever interceded in your life so severely.
All that is to say. Do not apologize for doing what I would do, were the roles reversed. If anything, I should apologize for not trusting in you. For doubting what you would do for me. You are an Aurelius, through and through. Your devotion to your family is proof of that.
But you don't need to worry. Since extinguishing the Phoenix and absorbing its flame, things have become easier. No, no. That isn't quite true. I learned how to cope when I was home. You never gave up on me there, either. And I suppose between both aspects, it has made me feel... less opposed to my life. My fate.
I don't know that immortality appeals to me, now being the Beast proper, but I can deal with that down the line. I have no intentions of extinguishing that flame preemptively. Of that, you have my word.
As for your place with me, you need not ask. You have always belonged here with me, Kiera Aurelius. You are my sister. And you always will be.
Love,
Luc
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Luc,
I would that you never knew such despair. I will admit, when I first came to Renova, I felt both terrible jealousy and disdain for you. As far as I allowed myself to believe, you had never known hardship, you were impossibly naïve, and the entire world had been handed to you on a silver platter. But unlike those I had spent my earliest years surrounded by, you were glad to share in your wealth of both status and spirit, and I came to realize what a fool I was to resent your good fortune.
I wish that I could have kept you from this pain forever. I feel that I failed you. I am aware that there is nothing I could have done at the time to prevent the Beast from scorning you, or to dissuade Augustus from allowing his blackened heart to rule his judgment. I am aware that Castilla's and Cataega's agents will never stop seeking to harm us until we put them down.
To that end, I do not know why I am telling you this. My intent is not to add more guilt to that which already weighs upon you. Perhaps I feel I do not deserve your forgiveness, nor your acceptance. Maybe I would feel differently, had I the same memories of home that you do. From my perspective, I have done next to nothing to aid you, and it feels horrid to take credit for efforts I do not recall making.
Still, I am moved by your sentiment, even if the last thing I would ever want is for you to fall victim to the Monster of my birthplace. Though I should like to think that with your power being what it is now, that scenario is entirely impossible.
I would be glad to help, when the time comes. Far be it from me to wish death upon you, but I think it would be crueler still to suggest that you do not deserve rest after all is said and done. That said, I will under no circumstances allow you to expire before the age of one hundred, and in that I feel I am being quite generous.
We will have many, many years ahead of terrorizing our fellow Guardsmen once more, Ser Aurelius.
Also with love,
Ki
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Ki,
It's not an incorrect judgement. I had never known despair. Not only was I granted privilege the likes of which many will never see, but I also was kept from many of the trials that my predecessors had suffered. Father knew how one could suffer beneath a name and title, especially when not afforded the power it should normally bring. Perhaps that's yet another reason why he grew so attached to you. Whether he knew it or not, both of you were familiar with the savagery that one's own blood could bring.
Even if not, you know how Father was. He wanted us to do good. To not be complacent. It's one of the many reasons I have grappled with my path for so long. What I did felt right in the moment, blazing through Castilla and Cataega as I had. And yet I wonder if he would have been disappointed, to see me act as my ancestors.
Likewise, I do not know why I am telling you all of this, or what point I seek to make. I hope you can find some sort of wisdom in my words, though.
In any case, I do not feel that you have failed me. You are still here, trying despite any insistence to the contrary. You have ensured that I know joy and comfort, even going as far as paining yourself to offer an explanation to your distance.
And if it is any consolation, I would sooner burn the Butterfly for attempting to pull you in, rather than allow it to ensnare either of us. But this way felt more poetic.
I think one hundred years would be acceptable. Perhaps not here, but back home. There is much that I have missed out on and would like to make up for. Would you like to assist me? That does include terrorizing the guards, of course.
Love,
Luc
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Luc,
I have long wondered, myself, what he would think of the person I've become. I am under no impression that my long years of wasting away under the influence of the very thing that enabled him to give me a good life would allow him to rest soundly. Many days, the mere thought of breaking his heart thusly only makes me that much more desperate to muddle my mind with deeper drink.
It seems we are both trapped in pits of our own creation. As you said, it makes me feel less alone, but I regret that you know the feeling whatsoever. At least we have one another to prevent ourselves from backsliding too far.
There will be plenty of time to relearn all that was pleasant in Renova. Gods, the city alone will keep us occupied for years. I will have to show you the up and coming eateries and businesses. In fact, I can recommend a baker you would be tempted to hire on full time for your own personal consumption.
I ought to ask -- when you next send sweet Polaris, by chance could it be in the evening hours? I do so miss flying with her, and the interior of the school does not lend itself very well to aerial acrobatics.
Kiera
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Ki,
While he might not be happy about it, he wouldn't condemn you for it, either. I've heard rumors of the man he was before my birth. He struggled, just as we did. It was his primary reason for trying so hard to cater to us, I believe.
That we do. Honestly... it is difficult to see my own progress sometimes. But I know I see yours. I also trust your judgement implicitly. So if you feel I have begun my redemption, I have to believe it, do I not?
A baker? Do tell me more. Do they prefer breads? Or have they dabbled in pies? I long for an apple pie from home. I do my best, and it is passable, but it never is quite the same.
I think you will find her arrival time to be adequate. Do tell me how your flight goes.
Luc
[True to his word, Polaris's next arrival comes at sunset. It gives Polaris a bit of time to rest and Kiera to write before they take off.]
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Luca,
I understand your reasoning. I suppose I feel that you have made greater strides than I of late, and I confess there is a part of me that has no desire to improve myself. It is quite uncomfortable, physically and mentally, the idea of finding complicated, exhausting alternatives to what is at present quite a simple and easy bandage on the wound.
Their pies are, in fact, what reminded me so vividly of you. Their ratio of spice to apple is superb, the filling delectably moist and the crust still so impossibly flaky. Hahah! I did not realize how awfully I, too, have missed the comforts of Aerea. I believe I will take that flight now, and finish writing once I have had the chance to spread my wings.
It was quite a lovely evening, in truth. We chased one another through the canopy before taking to soar on a pleasant breeze. I was careful not to exhaust Polaris, though I doubt I could come close. I would still prefer she has plenty of energy, should you have a need for her aid. She is both as feisty and as affectionate as ever; she must find it terribly funny to hover just above me and delicately pluck a single feather from my crown. I swear that bird can and does laugh.
With regards to my condition: Joshua has said that his form changed once more after a subsequent exposure to the spores that rendered me vampiric. While I cannot, at the moment, imagine a creature more wretched to be, I am hesitant to tempt fate and return to the fungi. At the risk of placing too much on your shoulders, what do you think I should do? I do not ask so that I may place blame on you should things go wrong, but because I value your insight. You may refuse advising me on the matter, if it makes you more comfortable.
Gratefully either way,
Kiera
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You say that, but you have made strides of your own. You have accepted your name and place with our family again. You have opened up to people, and you are no longer hiding who you are. These are all good things. That said, I will not pretend I would not be better at ease should you put down the bottle, but I also understand that it is a difficult ask.
An apple pie is nothing without its cinnamon, never mind the fact that a sour apple makes it all the better. Few people seem to understand this, anymore. I have done my best to educate the people in this world, but Renova is another story.
I am glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Polaris seemed in particularly high spirits when she returned. I suspect you could have gone longer and she still would have had plenty to spare, but I appreciate your consideration all the same.
And yes, she absolutely does laugh.
It's... difficult. I would not wish for you to suffer additionally. And though you say you will not blame me, I can certainly blame myself. That said... I think it is worth the attempt. If it could even lessen your suffering, I would appreciate it.
And really, I do miss your embrace. Is that too selfish?
Wishing you the best,
Luca
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Get comfortable. I'm not letting go for a while.
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Leave him alone, he missed her.]
K-Kiera... [A huff.] Can we at least move inside. Beasts forbid someone see you have an emotion.
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despite his tears and the shakiness of his voice, they can't help a gentle laugh.]
If you're that worried about me, alright. [they could jab that he's showing more emotion than they are right now, but decide against it in favor of nudging him inside.]
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[A huff as he all but wrenches her into the bar. Yes, he's locking the door behind him. Service can wait an hour or two.]
How do you feel? Are you hungry? I... imagine it's been awhile since you've consumed anything, even with your, ah. Offering.
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... I'm fucking starved, Luc. I felt myself losing my grip again, but I didn't... I couldn't...
[they shake their head and sigh wearily.]
Yes, I could eat. Phoenix feathers, I miss food.
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[Surviving off of only one voluntarily received offering of blood sounds like a hell of an accomplishment to Luca.]
Food, then. I have the usual stew on, and some bread. Or I can cook something, if you would prefer it. [He knows they're not the fondest of red meat, after all.] Chicken and rice, perhaps?
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Bread would suffice. You don't need to trouble yourself, but perhaps for some butter and herbs...?
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[The whore devours some Hors d'oeuvres. Or something.
Anyway, he heads to the kitchen, pulling out both bread, butter, and herbs as requested. He brings these out to Kiera before dipping back into the kitchen. He makes sure he angles himself to at least be able to hear her if she talks, all while prepping some chicken and vegetables.]
It'll be a minute before something proper is ready, so eat up.
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You don't have to do that, Luc. [but nonetheless:] Thank you.
[sorry, she is now going to go apeshit on this bread. please don't judge her, she hasn't eaten in a month. in fact, luca better not peek out of the kitchen, because there are most definitely tears streaming down her face.]
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If he's a little heavy handed on the spices, so be it. Especially on the garlic. She deserves all of that and more.
Once he's done and the chicken is set to roast, he makes a show of washing his hands and clearing his throat. That way, his leaving doesn't take her by surprise. Plenty of time for her to wipe her tears.]
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I'm -- sorry. I ought to have left you some.
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I ate not too long ago. And I wouldn't take food from a poor, starving thing like you.
[A playful little nudge.]
Feel better?
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I feel... like a child again. Taken in and nursed back to health by a warm-hearted Aurelius.
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[He squeezes a little closer, then lays his head on her shoulder.]
Besides, you've done a fair bit of caretaking for me, of late.
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[of more than one flavor, even, but kiera will fight to hold on to the positive one.]
Have I? I don't feel it. Seems you've put yourself back together while I sat useless.
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It had been years since I had done that. I thought I'd forgotten how. But you didn't let me.
It was a turning point, I think.
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I... didn't realize it had meant so much to you. [it was a little humiliating, how much they'd bared themself to everyone present at the time. there's something reassuring in luca sharing their sentiment, though.]
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[He shrugs.]
You would have found another way, I'm sure. But I'm glad it happened sooner, rather than later.
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[she is so terrible at being genuine, but by gods, she is trying.]
... As do I. I don't know what I would do without you.
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[It had taken months. Years even. But he was finally where he needed to be. And he wasn't leaving this time, either.]
But we don't need to think about all of that, do we? Plenty more we could prattle on about.
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[they stare down at their empty plate, the concept of prattling on inevitably turning back to dark thoughts. they shouldn't burden luca with this, but...]
... I've never told you about the first time I tasted bread.
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[But it is, and Luca already knows to sober up. He turns his full attention to her, quips dying down. He's the picture of seriousness and focus.]
What happened?
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I was practicing my camouflage, as it were. Ended up in the servants' quarters, close to their kitchens. There was -- the most beautiful smell I'd ever experienced, coming from that place. One of the cook's children... didn't realize who I was. Said I looked starved, and offered me a single piece of flatbread.
[their eyes close.]
I can still taste the caraway seed, still smell the oils of freshly chopped coriander and garlic. I can feel the clarified butter in my mouth. It... was the single best thing I have ever tasted, to this day.
[they sigh, deep and suffering, and find themself looking around the table for a bottle of spirits that isn't there.]
My mother found out. Looking back, I know now she could smell it on me. She had the servant child brought in front of the entire court and ordered me to... to consume what I was meant to consume.
... You know the rest.
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Only guess. Which means he doesn't expect where the story winds up. He knows the child she describes, only from Even if only from Kiera's own memories. It makes his stomach churn angrily.]
If I ever meet her... [He doesn't finish the sentence, knowing far too well how upset Kiera would get at the mere idea.]
I'm sorry. The things she put you through, the way she warped you... cruel is too light of a word.
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I will pray every day, to the end of my days, that you never do, Luca.
[she tries to resist, she really does, but she can't help it. she needs a drink. as she stands up to fetch the closest bottle of hard stuff, she shakes her head.]
I must be the most selfish person on this or any planet, to be so glad to be here instead of there. How many of my brothers and sisters, my nieces and nephews, still suffer under her vicious reign? I know for a fact that each and every human in Castilla does. And all I can think in this moment is... how lucky I am, to be worlds away from that devil.
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[Truthfully, Luca is happier too, especially knowing that things had settled down back home. More comforting still is that time hadn't passed until he'd returned. It left him... optimistic that Aquila wasn't actively missing him in the moment.]
Say we do go home one day. Would you want to stop it? Do anything about what's been happening there?
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... As I said. I'm selfish. Even if I -- was brave enough to face her, I'm well aware you would not allow me to do so alone. And I will do everything in my power to ensure she never sees your face.
[it almost feels wrong, to almost outright say that kiera would condemn an entire nation just to save one man. but luca knows what he means to her. she would be foolish to deny it.]
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[Luca should be content to leave things as they are. Renova is at peace, and the Phoenix no longer remained to menace him. But he can't help but think of his newfound power, how it would be the perfect weapon against them.]
You don't worry that they may try to attack us again?
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it's an inevitability. they know this. they have yet to fulfill their duty, and eventually, the empress' patience will run out.]
... I don't want to think about this, Luc. It's -- irrelevant, right now.
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In the end, he just gives a nod.]
I'm sorry for bringing it up.
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[and kiera, as always, is trying to find solace in ignorance at the bottom of a bottle. it almost sours the idea for them entirely, but falls short.]
... I am grateful it isn't starting an argument. I missed you, and that is not how I want to spend our time together.
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[A gentle nudge as he tilts his head into the air, scenting it.]
Dinner should be done soon.
[He excuses himself politely as he goes to check on it.]
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[they do feel a bit of guilt, as he walks away. they're the one who broached the subject of that bitch in the first place, after all.
before they do anything else, they knock back that second glass and recork the liquor bottle.]
... May I help at all?
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[He chirps it to Kiera as he enters the kitchen. There's a bit of clamoring around, but eventually he comes out with a plate of chicken and roasted broccoli.]
Adequate?
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More than. I love you, brother. Thank you.
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[He sets their plates down, then takes his seat beside her. Rather than digging right in, he claps her on the shoulder.]
Dig in.
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But the reality of his situation eventually settles in on him, and one evening, the silence of being alone in a house meant for many is too much to bear. So, out he goes.
He's different than the last time he'd stepped into the bar. A werefox now, rather than a vampire, so the click of low leather heels is replaced by the silence of paw pads. Despite the orange fur and the fox snout that have changed his face, his hair is rather unmistakable, though his ears are limp and folded back rather than perked and alert and his tail hangs motionless behind him.
The first thing he does is find Luca. Because Founder, does he need the company of someone he knows. But also-- ]
... might I have a bowl of stew? Please.
[ --he hasn't eaten in Founder knows when, and he's feeling it. ]
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The changes Joshua displays are different, but not too alarming, considering Luca's had a month to get used to these strange transformations. If anything, he feels guilty for how easy it is to read Joshua's mood.
But he doesn't say anything right away. He gives a nod to Joshua before heading to the pot. He ladles out a decent helping — not too large and overwhelming, but not too small, either — all while making sure no carrots make it through. It's slid across the bar to the other man, and quickly joined by a glass of water.]
You don't have to ask. [Luca chews on his cheek for a few seconds, contemplating asking after him. He's pretty sure he knows the answers to whatever questions he may ask, though, which leaves him instead settling for:]
I'm glad you're here.
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When you feel lost and unmoored, what more could you want than that? ]
Thank you.
[ But for all that he hasn't eaten, he doesn't take a bite of the stew right away. He lifts the spoon in his hand, yes, but more to push at the bits of vegetable and meat floating in the broth. Soon. But not yet. ]
And I am glad that you are here. It is... comforting to know that I have a place to go.
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You will always have a place here.
[Not just because it's his business, and he'll always be taking money. No, Joshua is one of the most dear people he has here at this point. He wouldn't let the man go through this alone. He'd taken a step back, yielding to Dion after Clive's disappearance, especially in the wake of his own grief and the fallout of it all, but not this time.
Which... does bring a question to mind.]
Where are you staying, currently?
[The house, once so full of life and love, seems so much emptier now. Were Luca in his shoes, he doubted he could stomach staying.]
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Thank you. I am glad to hear it.
[ Glad enough that he finally does scoop up a spoonful of stew. He blows on it lightly, knowing that to fail to do so will scald his mouth, and then places it in his mouth. And he will politely chew and swallow it before replying. ]
I am still in the house. It would feel... awkward, perhaps, to stay elsewhere, all things considered. Torgal is there, and I have Ambrosia in the attached stable.
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For now, though, he quirks a brow at Joshua.]
I don't suppose you are up for company? I suspect it may be rather lonely in that large house, and I would not want you to suffer on your lonesome. [A beat.] Or rather, without human company.
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I... suppose it does get a bit lonely. I've taken to wearing my brother's bone ring just to have someone to talk to when I'm not at the clinic.
[ Maybe it's a bit of a strange thing to admit, but. Well. It's the truth. At least he can talk to the animals of the house. ]
But of course. You are welcome to come by whenever you wish.
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[The Watchtower is comforting, but he can be without it for a few nights. For Joshua's sake.]
I'm glad you've had someone to communicate with. But a little more company never hurt anyone, especially in a time like this.
[He leans in, just a little. And if he just so happens to idly tap Joshua's water glass as a reminder, so be it.]
Would it be acceptable for me to slip in after I finish up this evening?
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I will never turn down the extra company. And I'm sure that Torgal would be glad to see you, as well.
[ Look, he's even taking a sip! But it really is helping. ]
So long as you don't mind the books scattered everywhere. Our library investigation is still ongoing.
[ Despite it all. ]
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[Maybe Luca's avoided him a little. Torgal's a good dog, but there are parts of him that so vividly remind him of Clive that it's been difficult to swallow.
He'll deal with that later. For now, he offers a smile for Joshua's efforts.]
Maybe I can even give them a look over. If there's something to be learned, a fresh pair of eyes may be able to track it down.
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I would like that. Help is greatly appreciated. Founder knows I have spent far too long looking over them, and it is quite possible something has gone overlooked.
[ More of the water. And then, more of the stew. Now that he has it all in front of him, it's like his body is moving on autopilot. ]
I've begun a journal of notes, if you would like to contribute your findings.
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Fresh eyes have never been a burden on anyone. [He watches Joshua's movements, but doesn't try to draw too much attention to it. He won't make a big deal of doing the bare minimum, not if it could just as easily fluster Joshua.]
I'd like to take a look at the journal first, if you wouldn't mind? Best to see what you have established thus far.
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[ A lot of detail... Including what he'd found out at the library. He hasn't told anyone about that part yet. Admittedly, he's had a lot more on his mind lately. ]
We could make a night of it, if you like. I'm certain I have something around that we could eat, and I could make a pot of tea.
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[He and Joshua are a lot alike. He has no doubt that the journals he's kept are chock full of valuable information.
A smile passes over Luca, despite the gravity of what they're talking about. He gives a nod.]
I would like that. Very much so.
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Joshua finds himself eagerly anticipating it, and the thumping of his tail grows just a bit stronger as he consumes more of the stew. ]
Well, then, I suppose once I'm finished eating, I should return to the house to prepare. The books could do with a bit of organizing anyway. How long until you close for the evening?
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I try to stay open until two each evening, but I think there are plenty of hands on deck to keep things running should I leave early. How long do you need to prepare?
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Well... Not long, truly. I had offered simply to give you the time to finish your night here without my constant company, but if you would like to leave early, I could do what I'd intended to do once we return. As long as you don't mind, of course.
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[Better to not leave Joshua alone. Luca will only worry for whatever arbitrary length of time he chooses to stay, anyway.]
Let me finish a few things up here, and then I'll be along?
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Ah. Of course. While you finish up, I will finish my stew, and then we can leave together. Is that all right?
[ Though he's sure he already knows the answer. ]
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[Luca offers one last warm smile, before puttering off to do whatever it is that needs doing. Mostly dishes and a bit of sweeping. He gives a few abandoned tables a good clean while he's at it too, just so there's plenty of seats for the rest of the evening.
It's busy work, but he gets it done quick enough. Better to not keep poor Joshua waiting.]
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[ He returns the smile, then turns back to his meal.
It's perfectly fine by Joshua if Luca wants to take his time, though. He needs food, and he needs water. Tea is liquid, but it isn't entirely the best at hydrating.
So! As Luca goes about his cleaning, Joshua makes good on his plan to finish off his meal. Luckily, it isn't hard to do. It's tasty as always, and filling to boot, and just what his body needed. The bowl is empty within minutes, and by the time Luca finishes up, he's sipping at his water. ]