Closed Hope, in Six-Armed Form (Sayana)

[Aren]

Seros did not quite grasp Sayana's reaction to what he had told her, but it did not escape Aren's notice; she wasn't too thrilled by the fact that she had to think of the brothers as separate entities, and it showed. The long sighs, the busy work; the signs were obvious that there was clearly a lot on her mind. It was important, however, that she realize that nothing had to change between them. Aren was still the same person he had been an hour ago. "I am," The Akalak replied, having regained his composure. He briefly took notice of the fact that Sayana chose to sit on the chair opposite the couch, instead of next to him. Was this a conscious choice, he wondered. Was she simply uncomfortable before, or was it something else? "And he does like you, you know, even if he stubbornly refuses to admit it," Aren said, recalling one of her earlier questions. "If he didn't, he wouldn't have put up with my melancholy for days after that first night with you, when I honestly believed I would never see you again," The Akalak admitted, somewhat sheepishly, determined to see her smile or laugh again. It was a lot to take in, he suspected, the secret of his true nature, but he fervently hoped this didn't alter the way she looked at him. Although Aren knew that might be asking a lot considering what she had just learned, he didn't want things between them to change, and he was loathe to think that confiding in Sayana might have proven a costly gamble. He could tell from the way she looked at him, however, straining to identify the often subtle changes in his demeanor, that things weren't the same anymore. The Akalak didn't know if this new paradigm would last, or if it would prove better or worse, but he had to resolve himself to the idea that it was done. There was no going back, and Aren could only pray to every god he'd ever heard of that this wouldn't be the last conversation he and Sayana would ever share. She was so quiet now, so lacking in the exuberance the Eypharian had earlier demonstrated during her barrage of queries, "Have I just made the second worst mistake of my life?" Aren questioned himself, allowing uncertainty to creep into the back of his mind. "Do you really believe that?" Seros replied, absent judgement or conclusion. The Akalak almost imperceptibly shook his head, "No. If I hadn't told her, it would have been an error just the same, and I will never make that particular one twice." Aren admitted, prompting a feeling akin to appreciation from his brother. "Just..." The injured warrior strained every muscle in his maimed body as he tried to right himself on Sayana's couch. Though he nearly had to bite his tongue to endure the pain of the attempt, Aren knew he had to look her in the eye. To know that when she answered his question, she concealed no doubt from him in order to spare his feelings, or perhaps even out of fear, "...tell me if you're alright with all this. Tell me the truth, and If you're not, I swear you'll never have to see me again." The Akalak wanted to giver her an out, he felt like he owed her that much, at least, but Aren was desperately hoping she wouldn't take it. In contrast to so long ago, this had been the right choice, whatever happened. Now, unlike then, he and his brother could agree on that much.

[Sayana]

Sayana smiled briefly when Aren mentioned that his brother liked her. It helped, even though it wasn’t Seros saying it. It was hard for her to know where she stood with them, especially Seros, since he had been present yet in the background for so much of the time. She chuckled a little at the thought of Seros having to put up with a mopey Aren, but it soon died down and she became lost in her thoughts. There was so much she didn’t know. She only had a fragmented idea of Aren and Seros’s relationship and she wondered if her presence would simply cause further strain upon it. It was already damaged and was it really something she could help fix, or not? And Aren, was he going to hold onto his guilt whenever anything happened with regards to his brother? She wanted to be there for them but she also felt so ill-equipped. The Akalak seemed to struggle on the couch before speaking directly and with much seriousness. "Just...tell me if you're alright with all this. Tell me the truth, and if you're not, I swear you'll never have to see me again." “No! Don’t go.” She spoke fervently out of reflex to suggestion that he might leave. She snapped out of her earlier position and looked at the injured warrior before her who struggled to right himself upon the couch. That’s when something snapped… but in a comical fashion. Her lips turned into a grin which turned into a chuckle which turned into a laugh. “Aren! You - You wouldn’t make it ten steps out the door.” Sayana said as she struggled to control her laughter. “Not like that. You can hardly even sit up.” Her chest heaved and she attempted to cover her mouth to stifle herself but she was doing a poor job. Perhaps it was the combination of stress and uncertainty met with the sudden relief that he had no chance of leaving no matter what she said, but the sudden bout of laughter seemed to shake away a lot of her worries. She let out a few panting breaths as she tried to settle herself down and wiped away a tear of laughter from her eye. “I’m – I’m sorry Aren,” she spoke still with panting breaths from her laughing. “I didn’t mean to suggest that you were unable to leave my house, but-but it’s true right?” Another wave of giddiness washed over her but she managed to calm down after another chime. Her low arms were wrapped around her stomach just in case and when she spoke again her panting had lessened. “Yes I’m alright. I want to be with you. I’m alright with you, and I’m alright with Seros. And I’m alright with anything else in that little head of yours. Because obviously something stopped you from planning that out properly. What if I had said no? Would you have stumbled out my door, or would you have asked me to assist you to your home?” She let out another snigger. Not in the malicious sense but just out of the absurdity of it all. “But you’ll have to bear with me,” she continued, now a little more serious. “I still have a long way to go in terms of getting to know Seros and probably an even longer way to go in terms of understanding your relationship with him.” She looked at the couch and longed to join him on it but it was too small. Petch it. “Shove over, blue man, just don’t hurt yourself.” She carefully maneuvered herself to lie down upon the couch with her back pressed against his chest and his back probably against the back of the couch. It wasn’t big and she had to balance near the edge but she took his arm to wrap it gently around herself. It went under her arms so that he might press his forearm firmly to the center of her chest. She let out a soft contented sigh within his embrace and nuzzled her cheek against him. “Were you really that worried that I wouldn’t like Seros?” She asked softly.

[Aren]

Sayana did not want him to go, but her reaction did not really answer his question until a light grin built up into a boisterous laugh, and the Eypharian pointed out the fact that there was no way Aren could actually go anywhere in his current condition. At first, the Akalak was a bit flabbergasted by Sayana's response to what he had perceived as a very dire issue, but her mirth was contagious, and soon enough he had unwittingly joined her in rather pained, side splitting raucousness. "You... you're not wrong," Aren managed to stagger out between groaning chortles. His six-armed savior, certainly had a point. The seriousness of his condition actually precluded any thought of leaving under his own power. His mind had been so preoccupied with what Sayana was thinking that he almost forgot how difficult it was to merely prop himself up on a couch, let alone actually go anywhere using his own two feet. Once the laughter had died down, Aren could breathe a sigh of relief as Sayana seemed okay with the idea of his dual nature, as well as the fact that both personalities were distinctly separate. It didn't look like she had fully grasped the concept, but that was to be expected; it was a difficult notion to understand, often even for those born to it. Two souls in one body, two minds in one head, two ways of looking at things. A hundred years of dealing with this particular issue and Aren had yet to come to terms with it, so how could someone who had just gotten the layman's version expect to fare any better? Sayana now sat besides him again as Aren tried to shift his unresponsive body to give her some space on her own couch. As he looked down at her frame resting against his, he knew that she had done better than he could have hoped from most people. She accepted all of it, all of him, without reservations. "I was worried that you wouldn't like us, that you wouldn't understand that this isn't something we chose, or can change," The Akalak's eyes lowered and his voice softened mournfully. "But now I see I was a fool to think that," He smiled, bringing his hand up to Sayana's rosy cheeks in a familiar gesture that was starting to feel like something which linked the two of them. "I think you're the one who's going to have to be bear with me, however..." Aren murmured, weakly, "...because I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding again." He said, quietly, feeling the warm, sticky liquid against the coarser material of the Eypharian's couch. Realizing that he must have reopened his wounds during his ill-advised attempt to demonstrate a capacity for movement, the Akalak couldn't help but once against see the humor that had prompted Sayana's earlier outburst. As he began to tilt over from this resurgence of blood loss, Aren offered an anemic sounding chuckle which seemed absent explanation. What could have ever prompted him to think that he was capable of actually doing what he had claimed to? At this point, he wouldn't have been able to get anywhere near the door, even on all fours.

[Sayana]

“I was worried that you wouldn't like us, that you wouldn't understand that this isn't something we chose, or can change.” The Eypharian nuzzled against him and placed a hand or two on his warm skin. “There are strange things of this world, stranger things. People who can call forth rain, those unscorched by fire, terrible creatures with wings, beings that look like living clay… You’re still you Aren, I can feel that.” However, when the Akalak made mention of the fact that he was bleeding once more, Sayana’s face grew concerned as she focused her attention to the task at hand. “Petch Aren, you’re trying to get better, not worse.” But her reprimanding tone was shortly followed by a smile since it seemed too much like him to ignore wounds in order for him to be with her and to know that their relationship would be alright. As she got up from the couch, she could see that he was slowly tilting over, so she took the time to help him back down into a lying position on the couch. He was right. In some spots the white bandages were completely soaked through. She inhaled sharply as she went over to her supplies and forced herself to remember that the different herbs did. Vyfox… leaves for tea and overall getting better and the flowers for… for making it clean. What was the one for bleeding? The paste. No, the paste was just for general injuries, but it was still good. It must have been the powder for bleeding. She looked at the little pouch of powder. Was it just sprinkled on? Or did it have to be mixed with something? Sayana wasn’t entirely sure but guess that it might work a little better if mixed with the tiniest bit of water. That was when she remembered the kettle of water she had been boiling and was rather glad of it. She took it off the hearth and poured some into the cup with the Vyfox leaves she had prepared earlier. She then took out a second cup and poured just a dibble into it. Sayana gave a frown. It was probably too much water for such a small amount of powder, and she dumped out half the water. With a quick stir of the tea, she sprinkled some of the powder into the spoon and mixed it with the dribble of water. Hopefully that would work. The Eypharian came back to the living area with two cups in her hands and the jar of Krolar paste in another. “Aren, I’m going to need to redo those bandages. I’ve also got something that should help stop the bleeding.” She momentarily considered moving him to the other couch so that she might clean off the bloodstains when he fell asleep again, but it would probably do more damage than good to his already broken body. Before she started, she got a piece of cloth and wet it knowing that she’d need to clean his wounds again. “Could you hold this?” She asked as she handed him the cloth. The Eypharian knelt on the edge of the couch and carefully lifted the Akalak by the shoulders or upper back with two of her hands. He just needed to be lifted an inch or so and then she could begin unwinding the bandage that covered him. Partway through she carefully wiped at the blood that oozed from his wounds. “You’re going to be okay Aren,” she murmured softly as she continued her work. There was the powder mix to apply to his wounds and then the Krolar paste to cover it even more and help with the healing process. This time she forgot about the little clumps of flowers for cleanliness but she had still cleaned his back thoroughly with the cloth. “How are you holding out Aren? I’ve got some tea for you to drink when you’re ready.” Having applied the various herbs and pastes to his back wounds, she was about to start bandaging him up again. Even though the blood and stitches made her stomach squirm, it was easier just to push forwards knowing that Aren needed her and that there was no one else there to help.

[Aren]

Sayana had a point. He himself had seen some of the things she spoke of, and they all seemed much stranger than the relatively straight forward issue of having two souls trapped inside the same body. Normal was a point of view, and only those who had never taken more than fifty steps outside their own home would be completely oblivious to some of the things she described. Even here, in Syliras, you couldn't swing a sack without hitting shape-shifters or magic or shit you just couldn't explain, no matter how hard you tried. Aren imagined that to some, a person with more arms than the traditional number might think Eypharians strange or exotic, remembering that as a child, the logistics of controlling eight different limbs perplexed the young Akalak. His mother, he recalled, enjoyed the look of awe on her son's face when she utilized all of them in concert, giving the appearance that she was conducting an incredibly complex, yet graceful dance. She'd probably say that for every person who thinks something is odd, there is another that thinks it perfectly normal; and for every person who can't accept how truly incredible the world is, there is someone else who embraces that same wonder. "Maybe I don't want to get better..." Aren voiced, finding the strength to offer Sayana a mischievous smile in defense of his statement. She probably wouldn't appreciate his joke when she had worked -and was still working- so hard to keep him alive, but the Akalak simply couldn't resist. Her acceptance of his "condition" meant more to him than he had words with which to express the feeling, but it felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Teetering on the brink as he was, Aren couldn't help but feel like it was going to be alright, and his gaze consequently never moved from the Eypharian who was provoking the strangely liberating sensation. "Do you still thi-" The Akalak caught himself, if only just. He had remembered what Sayana had told him not too long ago about her stance on marriage and non-Eypharians, and now he was wondering if it still applied. She loved him, she had said, but it was entirely possible that love was not enough. It damn well should be, but he couldn't be certain that the Eypharian would see it the same way. She had seemed so determined then, so wholly and completely sure that she would never become too seriously involved with someone who wasn't like her. At the time, Aren hadn't thought too much about it, believing that the impending dalliance would likely be short lived, but here they were, throwing around loaded words like love and sharing tightly kept secrets. The Akalak obediently did as Sayana suggested and held on to the cloth she gave him, but his reactions (even injured) were obviously slower than they should be, indicating his mind was clearly elsewhere. He just couldn't help but think about what she had said, about how attached she may have been to the principle behind the statement. If she was very attached, would it be something that would change with time, or were they destined to be nothing more than lovers for the rest of the moments they shared together? Was there no family for them down the road, no marriage, no future? Aren wasn't too sure how he felt about any of those questions having no answer, but Sayana's query about his status brought him back to the present. "I...I'm fine. Better," The Akalak said, in a hollow sounding tone, his mind obviously having just returned to the rather pressing matter of the moment at hand. "I can drink it now." A hand came up to indicate his willingness to ingest the Eypharian's proffered beverage. "Thank you, Sayana. For saving our lives," Seros volunteered, remembering that his brother had charged him with offering her their gratitude. The events of the night had seemed to transpire so quickly that he hadn't gotten much chance, but now as their blue hand reached for the cup, he figured it as good at time as any. "You remembered." The thought rang out, absent any of the weakness Aren's voice suffered from. "Someone had to." The darker Other replied, with just a tint of pride.

[Sayana]

“Maybe I don't want to get better... Sayana looked up to the sky in exasperation as if some god or goddess might grant her patience. “At least attempt to fool me into believing you want to get better. You did come to my house to get better, didn’t you?” Of course it was a rhetorical question, and she spoke it as such too. Still, she much preferred that he was talking, even teasing her, than groaning in pain or flat out unconscious. “Do you still thi-” The Eypharian paused in her work and raised her eyebrows questioningly at him. Her expression clearly expected him to continue but when he didn’t she decided to let it drop and not press the issue. Perhaps it was another query about him having two souls. Maybe he still had more to tell but he just wasn’t ready. To be honest, it was probably just as well. She was still wrapping her head around everything he had explained so far and if there was more… it could wait for another day. “I...I'm fine. Better. I can drink it now.” “Let me just… bind you up first,” Sayana replied with a hint of strain in her voice. At the moment she was too preoccupied with the physical logistics of getting him properly bound up. She had to keep him lifted just enough to slide the bandages underneath his body to wrap about him. And the last thing she wanted was for him to lean his back against the couch and mess up all the careful work she had done with the paste and powdered herb mixture. She wrapped the bandage about him slowly and methodically so that it would be both firm and tight. “Alright,” she murmured mostly to herself and lowered him down that inch so he could rest upon the couch once more. She remembered the cup and got up to deliver it to his outstretched hand. “Thank you, Sayana. For saving our lives.” For a moment, surprise swept over the Eypharian’s face. The deep voice had been unexpected, for it had been a decent amount of time since the other brother had spoken. Realizing her social error, Sayana quickly tried to replace her expression with a neutral one. She didn’t want to seem as though she was surprised or startled by Seros, and definitely not in a negative way. But after talking to Aren, just Aren, for so long she had almost fallen back into the way she had previously looked at him. At last she was able to reorder her thoughts well enough to properly reply. “You’re welcome. I… I’m not sure what I would have done if you hadn’t gotten through, or if something permanent had happened.” She didn’t know because she didn’t dare think it, especially during that time of crisis. It was still a bit strange hearing the two voices and knowing that two souls resided within him. Seros didn’t have the same loving fondness when he spoke her name, not the same excitement or that hint of possessiveness. Yet, he was not unfriendly either. “How’s the tea?” Sayana asked, trying to break away from her internal thoughts. “Sometimes that medical stuff tastes foul.” She was then distracted as she realized that there was still a bowl of porridge on the table. It had been out for a few bells now, but maybe if she skimmed off the top, the inside would still be alright. “Are you hungry? Do you like porridge?” To be honest, it didn’t look all that appetizing. Instead she settled herself on her knees next to the couch. She brushed her fingers through his hair and also caressed his cheek with a hand. She let herself fall into his golden gaze and she absently wondered whether his eyes changed from one brother to the next. She didn’t think so. He had beautiful eyes. Perhaps it was just from the exhaustion of the night’s activities, but she felt rather content to simply gaze into his eyes. “I’m glad that you came,” she said quietly in reference to Sero’s earlier words. Had he not come to her home, who knows how it would have panned out.

[Aren]

"The tea...? Well, I think I had some poison about fifty years ago that tasted a little better than this." Aren offered, chuckling weakly as he gave his opinion on the flavor of the medicine that Sayana had prepared for him. The fact that he was capable of cracking jokes despite how weak he felt was a testament to the Eypharian's care, but he knew he didn't have much strength left, regardless. The Akalak's eyes wandered over to the bowl of porridge that Sayana was referring to, knowing that he should really try and eat something. "Uh, I'm not very hungry, no." He quickly said, as his eyes fell upon the substance in question, but it was just at that moment that Aren's stomach gave a mighty growl that swiftly betrayed his words. The warrior's eyes opened wide looking for Sayana's reaction, but he hoped she understood that not even hunger could make a man eat some things. "I- I'm tired," The Akalak offered in explanation. "But, I'm glad I came, too. We both are," He added, a brief smile doing an adequate job of conveying his sincerity. His eyes were clearly starting to glaze over, though, and his words came slower and slower. It had been a long and exhausting day, even though he had slept through a piece of it, but his weary body didn't have much left to give. "I need... to rest now." Aren stated, keenly aware of the state he was in. Everything hurt and he had both caused and suffered grievous wounds before, so he knew that they generally took their toll on even the hardiest of adventurers. No matter how strong a man might be, one needed time to recover from injuries that ran this deep, though he was loathe to abandon the tender moment that he and Sayana currently shared. The Eypharian's caresses made him want to linger on in the land of the waking, but they were actually having the opposite effect on his body. Her hand on his cheek bid him to sleep, and her fingers through his hair begged him to close his eyes, if only so that he could more readily focus his senses on the sensation they caused. "Will you... stay with me?" The Akalak asked as he slowly felt felt himself slump back on the couch, having completely forgotten that this was Sayana's home. He just wanted to feel her presence as he dosed off, as today had brought down every physical and mental defense he had, and it would be some times before they came back up. "A warrior... won't sleep... where he doesn't feel safe, you know," Aren teased, but he was gone almost as soon as the words had left his mouth.

[Sayana]

Sayana chuckled when Aren said he had tasted poison better than the tea she served. That was the bane of medicine, it almost always tasted foul. She was glad he was willing to take it, even though he wasn’t as accepting of the porridge. She followed his gaze to the porridge and gave a grimace. It was rather… uh… At least it had tasted alright when it had been fresh from the pot. When his stomach grumbled she couldn’t help but crack a smile at his plight. “I- I'm tired. But, I'm glad I came, too. We both are.” She smiled fondly at him and put another hand gently upon his shoulder. “Not to worry Aren, I’ll get you something nice to eat first thing in the morning,” Sayana replied in response to his earlier comment. “And you too, Seros. It’ll be… well at least it won’t be my cooking.” She gave a light laugh. She could do the bare minimum with cooking but at least Remi’s food was always good. She was still trying to get used to the change in pronoun that the Akalak sometimes used. It was helpful, that’s for sure, but sometimes she didn’t know how to respond appropriately. At least it kept her from forgetting that Seros was always with him. She mused upon it a little more, but mostly just enjoyed being close to Aren. Even when injured his skin was smooth, his hair soft, his body warm, his face… well, she just really liked his face. “Will you... stay with me?” He was practically dozing off already. His eyes closed frequently and only took the odd glance up into Sayana’s face. “Yes, I will be here for you,” she answered simply. She gave his cheek another caress with her hand and by the time he spoke his last few words, his eyes had closed for good and his breathing had settled into the slow breath of sleep. For several chimes she just knelt there. She was loath to leave his side and she was actually quite tired from the day’s events too. He looked so peaceful and so innocent in sleep. There was an uncomfortable grumble of her stomach, and whether it was related to food or her pregnancy, it was hard to tell. Yet her thoughts immediately went to her pregnancy. What was she going to do about it? She hadn’t told him yet. And after today… well there was so much she was still taking in that she didn’t want to add yet another issue to sort out. She liked Aren. She liked him a lot. But to settle down and raise a family? Yet the thing that knawed at the back of her mind more strongly was fear. What if she didn’t survive the birth? A vivid memory of one of her best friends back in Ahnatep shot through her mind. And the way the girl had screamed and cried, only to slump down and never awake. The baby had made it, but did little to console Sayana’s fears. She looked over Aren’s features. His deep blue skin and those bright golden eyes beneath his closed eyelids. Her baby wouldn’t be Eypharian. Her baby wouldn’t even be of a mixed race. Her baby… He would be an Akalak like his father. But despite the love she held for the man on her couch, it was fear that ultimately made her stand. There was a herb. A herb that existed for this sort of thing. She had failed to find it when she had gone on her little excursion outside the walls of Syliras. The excursion that had been completely interrupted when that monster had shown up. Yet she was alive, and she planned to continue staying alive. It was some northern herb that could stop a pregnancy. Surely someone of Syliras might know of it or have some on hand… Of course. Sahfri would surely know. And if she didn’t know of it, or didn’t have it with her then she would most certainly point Sayana in the right direction. There was a chance, and a good chance at that. The Eypharian shopkeeper would surely help, wouldn’t she? Sayana smiled fondly at the Akalak though there was a sliver of guilt in her heart. But he didn’t need to know. He didn’t need to know the trials she was going through or might have to go through. Besides, she had told him from the start that she wouldn’t marry a non-Eypharian. Her reassuring thoughts did not completely erase the guilt but she found herself feeling more determined by them. Sayana went over to take a light blanket from her bed and carefully draped it over the Akalak’s sleeping form. He would probably sleep at least a few hours and he wouldn’t even notice her disappearance. Her mind was now set on going back to Stormhold Salves to see what could be done. And with that she headed for her destination. Continuation Notes : Here ends the thread involving both Sayana and Aren. If you’re curious about Sayana’s trip to the Stormhold Salves, the solo thread that continues after this is called Herbs and Poison.

[Orin Fenix]

Grades are Served

 

Aren

Skill	XP
Endurance	5
Land Navigation	1
Medicine	1
Socialization	5
Observation	4
Flirting	5
Negotiation	2
Seduction	2
Storytelling	1

Lores

• Sayana: A Refuge
• Falling Unconscious is a Strange Sensation
• Letting Seros Speak
• Sayana: Delicate Hands
• Accepting Seros
• Sayana: Beautiful in the Light
• Location: Sayana's Apartment
• Sayana: She Loves Me?
• Telling the Truth is Never Easy
• Don't Like to Share Sayana's Kisses
• Starting to Mend the Divide
• Storytelling: Explaining the Past
• Medicine Tastes Nasty
• Sayana: Not a Cook

Extras :

Nitty gritty first. Those stitches will be in until the 82nd of Winter and then you'll be fully healed on the 85th. Okay. Now I can freak out about how much I loved this thread. I think Aren and Sayana are amazing together and your writing here was incredible. And I'm so glad that Aren and Seros are starting to get along after a hundred years of fighting. It was brilliantly written and some amazing character development. I can't wait to see where you take Aren after this.

 

Sayana

Skill	XP
Dancing	1
Weapon: Dagger	1
Dual-Wield	1
Body-Building	1
Medicine	5
Observation	5
Socialization	5
Land Navigation	2
Seduction	4
Flirting	3
Herbalism	4
Cooking	2
Planning	1
Interrogation	1
Negotiation	1

Lores

• Homesick for the sound of drums
• Medicine: Bandaging a Wound
• Location: Soothing Waters
• Nilichoa: Soothing Water's Doctor
• Medicine: Wet Cloths Remove Old Bandages
• Aren: Strong Even in Pain
• Medicine: Some Wounds Need Stitching
• Herbalism: Vyfox Cleans Wounds
• Herbalism: Krolar Poultice
• Herbalsim: Lidgefar Stops Major Bleeding
• Location: Stormhold Salves
• Shafri: Eypharian Owner of Stormhold Salves
• Herbalism: Vyfox Tea Helps Healing
• Cooking: Making Porridge
• Akalak Children are Always Akalak
• Saying I Love You
• Seros: Not Just a Brother
• Akalaks Have Two Minds and Two Soulds
• Aren: Guilty for Imprisoning Seros
• Seros: His Kisses are Different
• Aren Troubled Past
• Socialization: Joking to Diffuse Tension
• Medicine Tastes Nasty
• Aren: Trusts Himself to Sleep

Extras :

Okay while I can barely contain my glee, first things first, you just used up two yards of your lovely cloth. I just kind of approximated that so feel free to tell me if my number is off. Great that's done. While I want to squeal in excitement I will maintain a proper bearing. This was an absolutely fabulous thread. The detail you put into it and the development of both Sayana and her relationship with Aren was incredible. I eagerly await further threads with the two of you.

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