Rei zones in and out as the human's chat, odd little tidbits of their conversations of interest to the fae, while most of it more or less he's heard before. He reads quickly, finishing two books before the old man finally settles int to sleep. He casts a glance at Alessandro before shuffling off to grab another tome. Seeing no objection, he settles down to read. Time passes, pages flip, and eventually Rei has gone through over a half a dozen books by the time there is a break in the near silence. His hand slides smoothly to his blade, having heard the human approaching but always at the ready. His hand slides back to the pages of the tome as the door opens to reveal a servant woman. When she announces that it is time for dinner Rei swiftly closes the book and wanders over to the shelves, placing it back in it's proper place.
As he returns to the prince's side the smaller male looks up at him, tilting his head curiously. 'He apologizes for them? But, he would have no reason to do so, he is not at fault for their actions. . .And does this mean he believes they will do something that will require apology?' He decides to hold back a response for now, figuring the answers to his silent questions will likely be answered in time. He walks silently behind the young man, keeping a weather eye out for anything suspicious from any of the many people now bustling about. A few people stop to look at him, a few even jumping back when he looks at them despite his permanent look of disinterest and nonthreatening manner.
When at last they arrive in the hall with his family in it Rei keeps his eyes down respectfully as he can while still keeping an eye on everything. Of all things he's learned about royalty it is that those who serve, need to act like it. He spares a glance at the king and queen when they are not looking, however as they draw close to the head of the table and he looks to the sister, she looks back at him curiously, giving him a look different from all the ones he's received thus far. He shows no response to this, instead trying to take what cues he can from the prince. It is clear to the fae, and indeed, anyone with eyes, that the prince is not thrilled to be with his family at this time. Rei himself can not help his heckles silently rising at the clear near threat in the kings voice from the get go, however he remains calm on the outside, his fingers flexing softly as they always do.
As he watches the lashes fall back and forth between the two males Rei's curiosity grows, and the answer to his second question is answered. 'It is clear the prince anticipated his father acting less than respectable at this encounter' he muses, his eyes moving slowly over to stare somewhere over the king's shoulder so he can observe the man's face without looking as if he is doing so. At the sudden explosion of anger however the fae visibly tenses, his eyes landing directly on the king. He keeps his hands down, knowing that the motion his hands long to take could land him with them attempting to take his head, however his eyes narrow and he does not look away when the man looks to him. Rather than angering the man he seems confused for an instant before his anger at his son once more takes it's place at the forefront of his mind.
He turns on his heel, following the prince out of the hall. He thinks over the exchange, wondering how the name could be thought shameful, and how the princess seemed to just ignore it all. When at last it seems the prince would hear his words the fae moves up a little closer and says quite plainly, “That man is a horrible father. I grew up with a killer for a father, and I can honestly claim him better than that man.” His head tilts this way and that and he adds on, “I am not use to giving comfort, so forgive me if I am failing, however I thought I should at least pretend to be what you call normal while I am here among you all.” He is careful to avoid anything too damning, not using the word assassin to describe the man who raised him, and avoiding mentioning race. He has no problem discussing such things when alone with the prince, however they are still out in the open and he does not wish to chance it.
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Seishu wants simultaneously to berate Enasi for doing something so stupid, and comfort the guardian, letting him know he appreciate the sentiment. The pain running through his body as Enasi leads him away however keeps his lips pressed together, keeping him from upchucking his breakfast. 'Not nearly as tasty on the way out as on the way in, I'm sure' His footsteps are uneven and try as he might he can't seem to keep from stumbling every now and then, having to grab Enasi for support. His anger overrides his understanding and in a very harsh voice he snaps out after his fifth or sixth little stumble, “No shit jackass. Perfect idea, kill me via mass transportation, in a whole new and exciting way too!” He grinds his teeth, knowing the better of it, understanding that at this point he's being an ass, but it has been a while since he's felt this level of pain, and his controls are all but evaporated.
His temper builds with every step, and he knows he's not going to make it back to the castle without at least pitching a little fit. Not wanting to harm anyone, nor wanting to force Enasi to do something to stop him, Seishu drops his counterpart's hand and steps back. With a harsh growl, unable to articulate what he wants, Seishu opens a portal with a harsh crack and falls back through it. The portal stays open for only an instant after Seishu vanishes, closing with another harsh crack, leaving behind the stench of negative energy.
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Crios pats the arm of his last patient for the morning, the only ones left int the ward those who need to be there. The she-bear drops on to all fours and lumbers away happily. 'Now, I should go check on Night. He's no doubt done with his morning exercise, and in need of some. . .' His body tenses, a couch finding it's way out like a man choking on smoke. Recognizing the signature of the negative energy building just outside the ward Crios calls to his doctors on duty, and has them raise their energy as high as they can, forming a shield between the energy outside the door, and the patients. 'What in all the grace is he thinking!?' he fumes silently. Then, with a loud crack, the energy falls once more to the normal levels he's use to around the guardian, and after giving his doctors instructions to look after the now quite flustered patients, eh makes his way out into the hall.
He is greeted by a sight that stops him cold. Seishu is leaned against the opposite wall, the only thing keeping him on his feet seems to be his anger. And such rage, Crios has not seen it since the guardian first arrived. Sure, he's been cruel, upset, and even pissed on occasion, but this is different. Crios finds it hard to move, however as Seishu seems to simply stand there, waiting, one hand clutching his injured shoulder while the other settles across his wounded middle, Crios manages to force himself forward. Pulling a syringe from his sleeve, one he's kept there since he began treating the guardian exclusively. Seishu snaps and growls, but the fox doctor manages to get in close, sinking the needle into his am and pushing the plunger before his own tense muscles force him to retreat. Just like that, Seishu drops like a rock, unconscious.
~*~*~*~*~
Rasha and Rue watch as Inui freezes, his eyes going wide. He stands slowly in the bath water, his head snapping around to face the castle, out of sight behind the bath house walls. Without explanation he jumps out of the bath, not bothering to get dressed, instead just raising an illusion of being clothed around himself as he runs tops speed for the palace. Rue and Rasha are hot on his heels, stopping only long enough for Rue to pull on his pants, scooping up Rasha's, Inui's, and the rest of his own clothes before taking off. Rasha transforms, doing an amazing flying leap to land on the fairy back, knowing the winged one is a lot faster than he. 'Wow, Inui in a hurry is pretty damn fast! I wonder. . .' His stomach drops, he can feel negative energy still half a mile from the palace. The little cat thing docks lower on Rue's back, sinking claws into the fabric to keep from getting thrown off as Rue darts low, flying at Inui's side.
His temper builds with every step, and he knows he's not going to make it back to the castle without at least pitching a little fit. Not wanting to harm anyone, nor wanting to force Enasi to do something to stop him, Seishu drops his counterpart's hand and steps back. With a harsh growl, unable to articulate what he wants, Seishu opens a portal with a harsh crack and falls back through it. The portal stays open for only an instant after Seishu vanishes, closing with another harsh crack, leaving behind the stench of negative energy.
~*~*~*~*~
Crios pats the arm of his last patient for the morning, the only ones left int the ward those who need to be there. The she-bear drops on to all fours and lumbers away happily. 'Now, I should go check on Night. He's no doubt done with his morning exercise, and in need of some. . .' His body tenses, a couch finding it's way out like a man choking on smoke. Recognizing the signature of the negative energy building just outside the ward Crios calls to his doctors on duty, and has them raise their energy as high as they can, forming a shield between the energy outside the door, and the patients. 'What in all the grace is he thinking!?' he fumes silently. Then, with a loud crack, the energy falls once more to the normal levels he's use to around the guardian, and after giving his doctors instructions to look after the now quite flustered patients, eh makes his way out into the hall.
He is greeted by a sight that stops him cold. Seishu is leaned against the opposite wall, the only thing keeping him on his feet seems to be his anger. And such rage, Crios has not seen it since the guardian first arrived. Sure, he's been cruel, upset, and even pissed on occasion, but this is different. Crios finds it hard to move, however as Seishu seems to simply stand there, waiting, one hand clutching his injured shoulder while the other settles across his wounded middle, Crios manages to force himself forward. Pulling a syringe from his sleeve, one he's kept there since he began treating the guardian exclusively. Seishu snaps and growls, but the fox doctor manages to get in close, sinking the needle into his am and pushing the plunger before his own tense muscles force him to retreat. Just like that, Seishu drops like a rock, unconscious.
~*~*~*~*~
Rasha and Rue watch as Inui freezes, his eyes going wide. He stands slowly in the bath water, his head snapping around to face the castle, out of sight behind the bath house walls. Without explanation he jumps out of the bath, not bothering to get dressed, instead just raising an illusion of being clothed around himself as he runs tops speed for the palace. Rue and Rasha are hot on his heels, stopping only long enough for Rue to pull on his pants, scooping up Rasha's, Inui's, and the rest of his own clothes before taking off. Rasha transforms, doing an amazing flying leap to land on the fairy back, knowing the winged one is a lot faster than he. 'Wow, Inui in a hurry is pretty damn fast! I wonder. . .' His stomach drops, he can feel negative energy still half a mile from the palace. The little cat thing docks lower on Rue's back, sinking claws into the fabric to keep from getting thrown off as Rue darts low, flying at Inui's side.
Go for it, have a ball, I'm sure Tahaan and i will be amused :P
Turning off the stove Kuro's head tilts to the side, listening to the sound of the angel in the bathroom. He lets himself fantasize for a moment before pulling the food out of the oven and setting it on the sill behind the sink to cool. Spotting Dani off in the grass whipping around at the smell he motions for the smaller demon to head inside, and keep his hands off the cobbler. 'Knowing him he would just snatch it off the sill and swallow it whole, grabbing up all of it rather than just his portion' He rolls his eyes at the image of Dani coated in apple cobbler before turning to look at the stairs, watching Aoba come into view.
Looking the angel over he gives him an approving nod, appreciating the way the clothes seem to suit him despite his natural attire being far different. 'Even thought I still keep imagining him in his robes, and they just felt right, these clothes fit him near perfectly. Perhaps, some day, when I have time, I can get some practice in with a needle and thread and make him some farmer style robes. I already know how sewing works, so it shouldn't bee too hard. After all, I plan on mending his clothes anyways. . .I really have turned into a house wife. . .And I'm not. . .' His thoughts trail off, not really willing to finish that last one just yet. “It's apple cobbler. Plenty of natural sugars for energy, and the crust will help with filling your stomach for a while.”
Wandering over to Aoba, wiping his hands on a hand towel tucked into his pants like an apron. Gripping the back of Aoba's head he places a soft kiss on his forehead, saying softly, “Good morning, Little Mouse. . .” Giving the young one a smirk he wanders back into the kitchen, pulling out the towel and throwing it on the counter before Dani sees it and spends the entire morning pointing out what Kuro has already concluded in his head. 'Last thing I need is him in the mood to get on my nerves. Dani can be a real pain with nothing more than his mouth and one good bit of material when he wants to be. . .Speak of the demon' Kuro turns to looks at his big brother, giving him a faint nod in greeting before turning his attention on to the cobbler.
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Having had a busy morning, Fenrir had not a moment to spare a glance at the mirror, keeping it locked safely in his desk while he dealt with one emergency after another. A clash had taken place in the wee hours of the morning and had left several angels in critical condition. At the time he'd thought it very strange, the demon activity not really being high as of late, but as he thinks back in it all, he concludes that it has been rising steadily since. . . . “Since we captured the son. . .Kuro. . .” he says aloud with a long sigh, collapsing back into his desk chair. The door to his office swings closed moments later, and without really thinking about it he unlocks the drawer holding the mirror and pulls out the wrapped bundle.
'But we lost him, he's back on earth. Did he. . .Not tell anyone that he's back? That's not possible. Aoba has definitely been attacked, and he would not have killed his own kind. . .would he? Being so kind to Aoba. . .' As the mirror comes into focus the arch angel can feel both his muscles tense, and his heart relax at the sight before his eyes. The demon is in the kitchen, grabbing something, looks to be food, off the windowsill, and the other one, the smaller one, is sitting calmly on the couch with a wide childish smile on his lips. His head tilts to the side a bit at the sight of Aoba in such colors, the outfit not suiting him whatsoever, however Fenrir knows he's a little prejudice and tries to consider the fact that at least he's not dressed in black. 'Not just yet at least' He eyes the gray wings, a look of strong sorrow crossing his features as he continues to watch the little fallen angel interact with the demons.
~*~*~*~*~
Grabbing up the cobbler Kuro wanders into the living room, portioning the dish out into the bowels as evenly as he can before plopping the pan the sink and returning to the living room. Electing to take the floor seat this time, the taller demon keeps a close eye on his brother as he begins eating.
Looking the angel over he gives him an approving nod, appreciating the way the clothes seem to suit him despite his natural attire being far different. 'Even thought I still keep imagining him in his robes, and they just felt right, these clothes fit him near perfectly. Perhaps, some day, when I have time, I can get some practice in with a needle and thread and make him some farmer style robes. I already know how sewing works, so it shouldn't bee too hard. After all, I plan on mending his clothes anyways. . .I really have turned into a house wife. . .And I'm not. . .' His thoughts trail off, not really willing to finish that last one just yet. “It's apple cobbler. Plenty of natural sugars for energy, and the crust will help with filling your stomach for a while.”
Wandering over to Aoba, wiping his hands on a hand towel tucked into his pants like an apron. Gripping the back of Aoba's head he places a soft kiss on his forehead, saying softly, “Good morning, Little Mouse. . .” Giving the young one a smirk he wanders back into the kitchen, pulling out the towel and throwing it on the counter before Dani sees it and spends the entire morning pointing out what Kuro has already concluded in his head. 'Last thing I need is him in the mood to get on my nerves. Dani can be a real pain with nothing more than his mouth and one good bit of material when he wants to be. . .Speak of the demon' Kuro turns to looks at his big brother, giving him a faint nod in greeting before turning his attention on to the cobbler.
~*~*~*~*~
Having had a busy morning, Fenrir had not a moment to spare a glance at the mirror, keeping it locked safely in his desk while he dealt with one emergency after another. A clash had taken place in the wee hours of the morning and had left several angels in critical condition. At the time he'd thought it very strange, the demon activity not really being high as of late, but as he thinks back in it all, he concludes that it has been rising steadily since. . . . “Since we captured the son. . .Kuro. . .” he says aloud with a long sigh, collapsing back into his desk chair. The door to his office swings closed moments later, and without really thinking about it he unlocks the drawer holding the mirror and pulls out the wrapped bundle.
'But we lost him, he's back on earth. Did he. . .Not tell anyone that he's back? That's not possible. Aoba has definitely been attacked, and he would not have killed his own kind. . .would he? Being so kind to Aoba. . .' As the mirror comes into focus the arch angel can feel both his muscles tense, and his heart relax at the sight before his eyes. The demon is in the kitchen, grabbing something, looks to be food, off the windowsill, and the other one, the smaller one, is sitting calmly on the couch with a wide childish smile on his lips. His head tilts to the side a bit at the sight of Aoba in such colors, the outfit not suiting him whatsoever, however Fenrir knows he's a little prejudice and tries to consider the fact that at least he's not dressed in black. 'Not just yet at least' He eyes the gray wings, a look of strong sorrow crossing his features as he continues to watch the little fallen angel interact with the demons.
~*~*~*~*~
Grabbing up the cobbler Kuro wanders into the living room, portioning the dish out into the bowels as evenly as he can before plopping the pan the sink and returning to the living room. Electing to take the floor seat this time, the taller demon keeps a close eye on his brother as he begins eating.
I always imagined them making things, messing up, then finally deciding they need a stable place to put their "things" :P Unless you wanna just gloss right over that. . .*Sad face*
Sorry for another small posts, i just wanted to give you all the time you need to have fun cooking :P Also, Mocchi feels like breasts. . . .Just fely like saying that. . .
Amano does his best to look shocked and appalled at the things that his elder brother is talking about, as if he is hearing it all for the first time, and since no flicker of suspicion crosses the faces of him family, he's sure he pulled it off fairly well. While he feels no real shame in what he asked Illiendi to do, his disgust in genuine and as he finishes off his tea, it is no hard task to look a little ill. 'Hearing this once again, from lips of one not the cause of it, the feeling is a little different. I ordered this, I was the force behind the demon who implemented my desire to see them suffer. I wonder. . .' Knowing he won't see anything he can not help but glance back at Illiendi, his gaze falling upon that normal impassive and professional profile at his side. 'I wonder if he enjoyed his task. . .Legends always spoke of demons as delighting the the suffering of humans. . .So it only goes to follow that he enjoyed the task. . .' Unsure of what to think of the sudden revelation Amano looks back to the table, giving his mother a sympathetic look as she holds her napkin over he mouth.
As the demon clears the dishes, Amano giving him a nod as to wanting more tea, the youngest looks up to his father and begins gauging his mood all over again. He had been right, a few of the people were ones who he'd had dealings with, and the news had changed him from ecstatic to more than a little distracted. 'This could work in my favor. If he has the prospect of needing to get some major rebuilding done, making new connection, having one less son around the house to worry about, and the chance of said son bringing the house some glory somewhere out of the way may sound all the more appealing' He thanks Illiendi for the tea, and requests plum, in his mind doing a slow count down. His father will definitely wish to stick around for his apricot treat, however his father's patience is not legendary. Far from it in fact. 'I pray this sweet does not take too long, least he fall into a foul mood. .. '
As the demon clears the dishes, Amano giving him a nod as to wanting more tea, the youngest looks up to his father and begins gauging his mood all over again. He had been right, a few of the people were ones who he'd had dealings with, and the news had changed him from ecstatic to more than a little distracted. 'This could work in my favor. If he has the prospect of needing to get some major rebuilding done, making new connection, having one less son around the house to worry about, and the chance of said son bringing the house some glory somewhere out of the way may sound all the more appealing' He thanks Illiendi for the tea, and requests plum, in his mind doing a slow count down. His father will definitely wish to stick around for his apricot treat, however his father's patience is not legendary. Far from it in fact. 'I pray this sweet does not take too long, least he fall into a foul mood. .. '
Starring back at the snake Seishu has a short lived posturing contest, the snake of course edging back first, but not at all retreating. 'That's right, you just let me be. I don't need to attacking me when Enasi and I move closer together' He shrugs slightly, stretching out his taunt shoulders, his breath hitching from the strain on his wound. Looking back to his counterpart he smiles to think of what he's going to have to do to get the flora in his world to at the very least stop trying to kill Enasi. None are actually strong enough, he doesn't think, but many of them could at least leave a good scar or incapacitate him. The trees continue to rustle gently, even after relaxing, it simply their nature to warn against such negativity, but as Enasi practically calls him harmless Seishu can not help but pout a little.
His pout is slow in leaving, even when Enasi grabs his hands and leads him on, the new foliage they pass starting right back up with worry. It calms however, and Seishu can only assume that Enasi's presence, holding his hand willingly, is enough for now to keep them from overreacting. He blinks. 'Turtle bus? Is that like our serpent rail?' As they come to the clearing Seishu's grip tightens, the ground beneath them rumbling ever so slightly in an unmistakeably foot steppy fashion. His wings are back behind mostly, the claws hooked on either shoulder so that the thick flesh sits like a cloak over his shoulders and down his back. His teeth involuntarily flash as the beast comes into view, the Nightmare Guardian releasing Enasi's hand so he can instead hold his waist from behind.
As his hands settle on the red head's hips on opposing sides the great creature looks down at the two humanoids and Seishu's wings rustle gently. Such a strong, unfettered concentration of positive energy causes his breathing to become labored, the pain of the energy lacing across his wounds pulling a whine from him and his head falls to settle against Enasi's shoulder. He had been cooping well with the general level of positive energy of the world itself, just feeling a bit queezy, but the sheer power behind such a large dream is enough to make the injured guardian feel very weak, on no small amount of ill. His breath starts coming in short little gasps, and for a moment he considers bringing up his negative energy, to try and balance it all out, however the warm body in his arms reminds him of how much he doesn't want to hurt the man right now, and bringing up his energy as high as he would need it to at least ease his pain would not only make Enasi sick, but it would hurt all dreams for over a mile. If he was well, he would be able to stand the positive energy better, but the wounds are like chinks in his armor, letting the positive energy penetrate him like spears of solid iron.
His pout is slow in leaving, even when Enasi grabs his hands and leads him on, the new foliage they pass starting right back up with worry. It calms however, and Seishu can only assume that Enasi's presence, holding his hand willingly, is enough for now to keep them from overreacting. He blinks. 'Turtle bus? Is that like our serpent rail?' As they come to the clearing Seishu's grip tightens, the ground beneath them rumbling ever so slightly in an unmistakeably foot steppy fashion. His wings are back behind mostly, the claws hooked on either shoulder so that the thick flesh sits like a cloak over his shoulders and down his back. His teeth involuntarily flash as the beast comes into view, the Nightmare Guardian releasing Enasi's hand so he can instead hold his waist from behind.
As his hands settle on the red head's hips on opposing sides the great creature looks down at the two humanoids and Seishu's wings rustle gently. Such a strong, unfettered concentration of positive energy causes his breathing to become labored, the pain of the energy lacing across his wounds pulling a whine from him and his head falls to settle against Enasi's shoulder. He had been cooping well with the general level of positive energy of the world itself, just feeling a bit queezy, but the sheer power behind such a large dream is enough to make the injured guardian feel very weak, on no small amount of ill. His breath starts coming in short little gasps, and for a moment he considers bringing up his negative energy, to try and balance it all out, however the warm body in his arms reminds him of how much he doesn't want to hurt the man right now, and bringing up his energy as high as he would need it to at least ease his pain would not only make Enasi sick, but it would hurt all dreams for over a mile. If he was well, he would be able to stand the positive energy better, but the wounds are like chinks in his armor, letting the positive energy penetrate him like spears of solid iron.
Tahaan twirls with delight at Aysus's willingness to try for what he had come up with, a willingness that he knows will cause him to act against his nature. It feels a little sorry for taking Aysus away from it's long slow contemplations, but not one to pass up opportunities, Tahaan sets right to work. It watches as the ribbony being gathers together threads quickly and easily, darting out when it seems that some thread or another is about to escape, slightly panicky when Aysus itself seems to come under stress.
~Perhaps too much, too fast~
It thinks to itself, unsure if they should continue with as fast as things seems to be falling apart. However as all things fall apart around them, and a stillness falls over the scene, a new thought comes to it. Slowly it begins to shift this way and that, ready to stop for now, to try again much later when Aysus is more ready. However, Aysus is ready now. Prepared to try again. It writhes, curling about, watching the still folds of it's partner ripple ever so gently here and there, the stillness and the motion seeming perfectly in synch. Looking to it's own form, writhing, riling, twisting and bending, only the occasional part of it pausing for an instant, no longer.
With a bounce it coils around Aysus and urges it into a place right next to the wellspring. As it shifts around, it tries to explain.
~You are still, that is what you do. I move, I shift, it is my nature.~
It bounces almost as if making it's point.
~You are still, so you should be still. Let me move.~
With that it slowly grabs a few threads, pulling them away from the wellspring. They are immediately replaced. With one slow motion Tahaan drifts past it's counterpart and hands off the threads to be woven, It drifts past to the other side, grabbing a few more threads, turning smoothly and slowly so that it can once more hand them off. By now some of the opposing threads are trying to escape, however rather than darting after them, Tahaan moves to them smoothly, grabbing them just as they threaten to move out of reach, and immediately returns them to Aysus for weaving, repeating the same on the other side.
Muck like a loom they continue this pattern, instead of bursting these things into creation that way they has grown accustom to, instead they work slow, and diligent, the repetitive actions threatening to bore Tahaan, however the prospect of what may come of this by far enough to make up for any boredom he may be feeling now. The weaving takes a long time to complete, thought time has as of yet to have any point of reference, the two are aware of such even without it existing. The threads around and beneath Aysus grow thicker and stronger, the weave becoming more and more beautiful as they work. Tahaan suppresses the urge to dart about in delight, the end in sight, ti can just feel it.
Aysus seems to feel it too, the weaving around it seeming more and more complete, and then at last, it is done. A wave passes out from the two of them as as last Tahaan pulls in the last threads needed, Aysus weaving them quickly into the tapestry of their creation. For the first time in their existence, they feel weary, the work put into their creation having drained them considerably. Like a huge gently waves the weave rolls out, and for the first time, there are limits places upon their universe. It is far, far away, but their wave only goes so far as there are wellsprings, which until now, they thought without end. The weave vanishes, but the result remains.
Looking about they can see it, the bits of matter, so small and without form, drifting along in the spaces between, floating about in it's opposite, space, the area between. The matter moves smoothly, in perfect balance with it's opposite, and when two pieces of matter touch, they seem to interact and move on. Tahaan shivers, feeling the stuff brushing over it, completely free of either their will, or the will of the thing that brought them forth into this place. Unlike the threads, they seem to have no order, while at the same time, each little bit of matter having an order all their own, the space in between constant, and unchanging, only moving aside when a bit of matter wishes to pass, slipping back into place once it is gone. The matter is so small at this point that to anything less than Tahaan and Aysus themselves would not be able to feel it the way they do.
Unsure if Aysus will want time to itself once more, for it's never ending contemplation, or if it would rather stick together due to feeling so weak, Tahaan hovers, shifting ever so slightly against their new creation, but remaining silent as it can. The tingle of stuff against it's body, and the sound of it striking the still present threads is enough for now. It is enough to keep Tahaan amused, even if it wants nothing more at this point than to curl up with Aysus and relax, regain it's strength through the bond.
~Perhaps too much, too fast~
It thinks to itself, unsure if they should continue with as fast as things seems to be falling apart. However as all things fall apart around them, and a stillness falls over the scene, a new thought comes to it. Slowly it begins to shift this way and that, ready to stop for now, to try again much later when Aysus is more ready. However, Aysus is ready now. Prepared to try again. It writhes, curling about, watching the still folds of it's partner ripple ever so gently here and there, the stillness and the motion seeming perfectly in synch. Looking to it's own form, writhing, riling, twisting and bending, only the occasional part of it pausing for an instant, no longer.
With a bounce it coils around Aysus and urges it into a place right next to the wellspring. As it shifts around, it tries to explain.
~You are still, that is what you do. I move, I shift, it is my nature.~
It bounces almost as if making it's point.
~You are still, so you should be still. Let me move.~
With that it slowly grabs a few threads, pulling them away from the wellspring. They are immediately replaced. With one slow motion Tahaan drifts past it's counterpart and hands off the threads to be woven, It drifts past to the other side, grabbing a few more threads, turning smoothly and slowly so that it can once more hand them off. By now some of the opposing threads are trying to escape, however rather than darting after them, Tahaan moves to them smoothly, grabbing them just as they threaten to move out of reach, and immediately returns them to Aysus for weaving, repeating the same on the other side.
Muck like a loom they continue this pattern, instead of bursting these things into creation that way they has grown accustom to, instead they work slow, and diligent, the repetitive actions threatening to bore Tahaan, however the prospect of what may come of this by far enough to make up for any boredom he may be feeling now. The weaving takes a long time to complete, thought time has as of yet to have any point of reference, the two are aware of such even without it existing. The threads around and beneath Aysus grow thicker and stronger, the weave becoming more and more beautiful as they work. Tahaan suppresses the urge to dart about in delight, the end in sight, ti can just feel it.
Aysus seems to feel it too, the weaving around it seeming more and more complete, and then at last, it is done. A wave passes out from the two of them as as last Tahaan pulls in the last threads needed, Aysus weaving them quickly into the tapestry of their creation. For the first time in their existence, they feel weary, the work put into their creation having drained them considerably. Like a huge gently waves the weave rolls out, and for the first time, there are limits places upon their universe. It is far, far away, but their wave only goes so far as there are wellsprings, which until now, they thought without end. The weave vanishes, but the result remains.
Looking about they can see it, the bits of matter, so small and without form, drifting along in the spaces between, floating about in it's opposite, space, the area between. The matter moves smoothly, in perfect balance with it's opposite, and when two pieces of matter touch, they seem to interact and move on. Tahaan shivers, feeling the stuff brushing over it, completely free of either their will, or the will of the thing that brought them forth into this place. Unlike the threads, they seem to have no order, while at the same time, each little bit of matter having an order all their own, the space in between constant, and unchanging, only moving aside when a bit of matter wishes to pass, slipping back into place once it is gone. The matter is so small at this point that to anything less than Tahaan and Aysus themselves would not be able to feel it the way they do.
Unsure if Aysus will want time to itself once more, for it's never ending contemplation, or if it would rather stick together due to feeling so weak, Tahaan hovers, shifting ever so slightly against their new creation, but remaining silent as it can. The tingle of stuff against it's body, and the sound of it striking the still present threads is enough for now. It is enough to keep Tahaan amused, even if it wants nothing more at this point than to curl up with Aysus and relax, regain it's strength through the bond.
Mois's eyes once more go to his brother, locking on, when the pain Alexi felt is once more mentioned. Alexi continues eating silently, waiting until Joseph is going to get Uwin to mutter softly, “I simply have never felt what it was like to fail, and of all things at the time, failure was at the forefront. It is passed, as he said, but the echo remains. I am fine brother.” He gives the man a warm smile, chuckling as Mois returns it with a roll of his eyes. The elder brother's gaze becomes once more his normal impassive look as Joseph returns with the elf in tow. Alexi finishes his mouthful, humming softly as Mois returns his focus to the meal at hand, before looking to Uwin with a smile. “Welcome Uwin, I trust you slept well?”
The elf nods happily, doing his best to keep his composure despite his conflicting emotions. While he loves Master Alexi, Master Mois has always frightened him a little bit. 'But, Mater Alexi must have called me in for a good reason. I'm always happy to help out where I can. . .' He stands up a little straighter, glancing at Joseph before swallowing and turning his attention back to the younger Vandros. 'Joseph can be scary too sometimes, despite how nice he is. . .'
“Uwin, I need you to do something for me.” The elf nods rapidly. “I know some of those in the garage are trained in driving, and I need you to pick a good one for driving Joseph here to a high class auction.” Alexi watches as Uwin visibly tenses at the request, a familiar flash behind his eyes at the mention of the word 'auction'. 'I know, you all hate them, and I am so sorry. . .' He keeps his smile warm and after a second the young elf relaxes.
“I know a few who may work. I will ask them, see which have not been up too long. May I ask when the auction begins?” His voice wavers only slightly, hiding his discomfort the best he can. He had been the one to drive Master Alexi to the auctions all this month, but somehow the thought of any slave going without Master Alexi's personal protection makes him a little edgy. He feels a little foolish asking, having the younger Vandros's schedule in his pocket, and memorized, however if the Master himself is not going, the elf figures it must be because there must have been a change.
Alexi nods, his tone soft and understanding. “It is a one PM, like the others. However I am feeling a little under the weather today, so I will be returning home after my lunch meeting.”
Uwin perks up, despite the look of sympathy on his face over Alexi announcing feeling less than stellar. “If that is the case, then I c-”
Alexi cuts him off politely. “No Uwin. My meeting may run late, and I would rather have Joseph arrive on time. I would be fine if I were late, however it would not reflect on him well if Joseph were late.”
The elf bows his head low, it having been a long time since Master Alexi has had to check him like that. “Of course Master Alexi. Forgive me.” 'I should have trusted he had his reasons, I have no reason to question him. Though he has always encouraged me to speak my mind, if I had but thought on it a moment, I could have figured out the reasoning behind his order' As Uwin reprimands himself silently Alexi hands Joseph the finished work, Mois watching the whole exchange with disinterest.
With a light cough that makes Uwin jump, his eyes snapping up to the elder brother, Mois stands and gives Alexi a look of understanding, and gratefulness. Wandering around the table he gives his little brother's shoulder a squeeze before walking past the rather stiff Uwin and head to the garage.
Meanwhile Alexi turns back to Uwin, giving him a reassuring look. “Go on now Uwin, and thank you for your hard work. I will be with you shortly.” The elf's head snaps around to Alexi, his back straitening before he gives a little bow and walks swiftly out of the room. Alexi sighs softly, watching him go before turning his attention back to Joseph. “That look in his eyes. . .Please, forgive me for asking this of you, my old friend. . .”
The elf nods happily, doing his best to keep his composure despite his conflicting emotions. While he loves Master Alexi, Master Mois has always frightened him a little bit. 'But, Mater Alexi must have called me in for a good reason. I'm always happy to help out where I can. . .' He stands up a little straighter, glancing at Joseph before swallowing and turning his attention back to the younger Vandros. 'Joseph can be scary too sometimes, despite how nice he is. . .'
“Uwin, I need you to do something for me.” The elf nods rapidly. “I know some of those in the garage are trained in driving, and I need you to pick a good one for driving Joseph here to a high class auction.” Alexi watches as Uwin visibly tenses at the request, a familiar flash behind his eyes at the mention of the word 'auction'. 'I know, you all hate them, and I am so sorry. . .' He keeps his smile warm and after a second the young elf relaxes.
“I know a few who may work. I will ask them, see which have not been up too long. May I ask when the auction begins?” His voice wavers only slightly, hiding his discomfort the best he can. He had been the one to drive Master Alexi to the auctions all this month, but somehow the thought of any slave going without Master Alexi's personal protection makes him a little edgy. He feels a little foolish asking, having the younger Vandros's schedule in his pocket, and memorized, however if the Master himself is not going, the elf figures it must be because there must have been a change.
Alexi nods, his tone soft and understanding. “It is a one PM, like the others. However I am feeling a little under the weather today, so I will be returning home after my lunch meeting.”
Uwin perks up, despite the look of sympathy on his face over Alexi announcing feeling less than stellar. “If that is the case, then I c-”
Alexi cuts him off politely. “No Uwin. My meeting may run late, and I would rather have Joseph arrive on time. I would be fine if I were late, however it would not reflect on him well if Joseph were late.”
The elf bows his head low, it having been a long time since Master Alexi has had to check him like that. “Of course Master Alexi. Forgive me.” 'I should have trusted he had his reasons, I have no reason to question him. Though he has always encouraged me to speak my mind, if I had but thought on it a moment, I could have figured out the reasoning behind his order' As Uwin reprimands himself silently Alexi hands Joseph the finished work, Mois watching the whole exchange with disinterest.
With a light cough that makes Uwin jump, his eyes snapping up to the elder brother, Mois stands and gives Alexi a look of understanding, and gratefulness. Wandering around the table he gives his little brother's shoulder a squeeze before walking past the rather stiff Uwin and head to the garage.
Meanwhile Alexi turns back to Uwin, giving him a reassuring look. “Go on now Uwin, and thank you for your hard work. I will be with you shortly.” The elf's head snaps around to Alexi, his back straitening before he gives a little bow and walks swiftly out of the room. Alexi sighs softly, watching him go before turning his attention back to Joseph. “That look in his eyes. . .Please, forgive me for asking this of you, my old friend. . .”
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