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It had been a great many months since he'd last seen the husky, since he'd charged him with a task strange as it was in it's origin. Once they had won the island back from The Typhoon, he had tasked Zjarr with the duty of settling the wild land and setting up a farm upon it's grounds. It had just been ill-fated luck that led his groupmate back into Tanglewood's lands just as Sherbet led a surprise raid on Tanglewood - and on his birthday to boot.
After the raid had concluded, the Luminary had quite a bit on his mind, and of the lot of those things, there were few that he would or could burden his cohorts with. Not many would have heard the pirate captain's words when the duo had been locked in battle, and fewer yet would have heard his demands, and a confirmation of the tom cat's fears. Of the missing numbers, was one that he knew on a personal basis, a deeply personal basis, a man he could have considered his lover if he actually ever managed to stop him to talk and just confess.
A choked breath left the tom as he stood inside of his home, rage and pain building inside of his small form like an inferno, an inferno he could not hope to tame any time soon. He could already feel the damned presence of Thedes turning his attention back to him, back to the situation, the fallen God whispering in his ears, in his mind.
"You're so ... vibrant, right now, Child."
Enough, Traitor. Leave me be.
"Why would I do that? There is a growing fire inside of you, unlike what I've seen before in my many years. It's intriguing."
I know. I can feel it, Unnamed. Your words will not make it grow. You cannot sway me anymore.
"Are you so sure about that, Son of Abandonment? I know you better than you know yourself after all. Better than your dead husband and your children, better than the false God you now call Death in my place. You and I are on an intimate level of knowledge now, Sunflower."
Don't. Don't call me by that nickname. You don't have the fucking right, Golden Traitor. You can rot away my body and my mind but you can never rot away my memories of my family. Twist things as you may, I will not fall prey.
"Give it time, Little Grim. Give it time, and you will see all that I know .... It seems we have a visitor."
Sighing heavily as he finished the conversation with the other soul inhabiting his body, the mute gray tabby would turn around and pause, sniffing the air as he picked up on Zjarr's scent. He hadn't smelt that odor in quite some time. Limping over to the door of his painfully empty home, Aesior would reach up and open the door, adjusting the semi-transparent veil that covered his scarred throat from view, grateful for the shadows to cover the badly scarred portion of his face from view.
Looking up at the red toned husky, he took in the blacksmith for a moment before moving aside with a jerk of his head indoors. Right. They'd first met ages ago when he had been in this body, before Thedes had alerted him to his presence. Before the life he'd known here had gone to hell. Taking a breath that rattled in his lungs, the tom stood aside to let Zjarr in, a rough cough erupting from his throat as he turned away from letting him in, in search of his kettle. Pressing a paw to the cool metal, he drew forth from the well of power in his aching body and let his fire elemental so recently discovered emerge and warm the kettle to a boiling whistle within seconds, the scent of fresh tea filling the room.
Pulling two mugs from the pile of his washed dishes, the tom would turn towards Zjarr with a flick of his tail and gesture to the kettle, attempting to reach his mind and project the image of a mug of steaming tea to the other. He hoped one of the non-verbal questions would reach the husky, before gesturing his head to the piles of pillows and couch in the middle of his living room near the hearth, inviting him wordlessly to sit down. He had yet to figure out the husky's reason to visit his abode, mind too swamped with what he had to do in the aftermath of the raid; of the headcount, of the negotiations, of informing his hps of the decision he had to make, of what would be coming in the close future. He had too much to worry about, to begin to piece together the reasons for his return, or what it would mean for the swamplanders.
(The conversation between Thedes and Aesior is just in his head, just had muse for him lol)
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It had been a great many months since he'd last seen the husky, since he'd charged him with a task strange as it was in it's origin. Once they had won the island back from The Typhoon, he had tasked Zjarr with the duty of settling the wild land and setting up a farm upon it's grounds. It had just been ill-fated luck that led his groupmate back into Tanglewood's lands just as Sherbet led a surprise raid on Tanglewood - and on his birthday to boot.
After the raid had concluded, the Luminary had quite a bit on his mind, and of the lot of those things, there were few that he would or could burden his cohorts with. Not many would have heard the pirate captain's words when the duo had been locked in battle, and fewer yet would have heard his demands, and a confirmation of the tom cat's fears. Of the missing numbers, was one that he knew on a personal basis, a deeply personal basis, a man he could have considered his lover if he actually ever managed to stop him to talk and just confess.
A choked breath left the tom as he stood inside of his home, rage and pain building inside of his small form like an inferno, an inferno he could not hope to tame any time soon. He could already feel the damned presence of Thedes turning his attention back to him, back to the situation, the fallen God whispering in his ears, in his mind.
"You're so ... vibrant, right now, Child."
Enough, Traitor. Leave me be.
"Why would I do that? There is a growing fire inside of you, unlike what I've seen before in my many years. It's intriguing."
I know. I can feel it, Unnamed. Your words will not make it grow. You cannot sway me anymore.
"Are you so sure about that, Son of Abandonment? I know you better than you know yourself after all. Better than your dead husband and your children, better than the false God you now call Death in my place. You and I are on an intimate level of knowledge now, Sunflower."
Don't. Don't call me by that nickname. You don't have the fucking right, Golden Traitor. You can rot away my body and my mind but you can never rot away my memories of my family. Twist things as you may, I will not fall prey.
"Give it time, Little Grim. Give it time, and you will see all that I know .... It seems we have a visitor."
Sighing heavily as he finished the conversation with the other soul inhabiting his body, the mute gray tabby would turn around and pause, sniffing the air as he picked up on Zjarr's scent. He hadn't smelt that odor in quite some time. Limping over to the door of his painfully empty home, Aesior would reach up and open the door, adjusting the semi-transparent veil that covered his scarred throat from view, grateful for the shadows to cover the badly scarred portion of his face from view.
Looking up at the red toned husky, he took in the blacksmith for a moment before moving aside with a jerk of his head indoors. Right. They'd first met ages ago when he had been in this body, before Thedes had alerted him to his presence. Before the life he'd known here had gone to hell. Taking a breath that rattled in his lungs, the tom stood aside to let Zjarr in, a rough cough erupting from his throat as he turned away from letting him in, in search of his kettle. Pressing a paw to the cool metal, he drew forth from the well of power in his aching body and let his fire elemental so recently discovered emerge and warm the kettle to a boiling whistle within seconds, the scent of fresh tea filling the room.
Pulling two mugs from the pile of his washed dishes, the tom would turn towards Zjarr with a flick of his tail and gesture to the kettle, attempting to reach his mind and project the image of a mug of steaming tea to the other. He hoped one of the non-verbal questions would reach the husky, before gesturing his head to the piles of pillows and couch in the middle of his living room near the hearth, inviting him wordlessly to sit down. He had yet to figure out the husky's reason to visit his abode, mind too swamped with what he had to do in the aftermath of the raid; of the headcount, of the negotiations, of informing his hps of the decision he had to make, of what would be coming in the close future. He had too much to worry about, to begin to piece together the reasons for his return, or what it would mean for the swamplanders.
(The conversation between Thedes and Aesior is just in his head, just had muse for him lol)
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