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Orath visits his student, having heard the terrible news that he could have almost lost him

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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

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Bonds that can't be broken

Postby Raeyn on August 5th, 2018, 7:37 pm

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90th of Summer 518AV

It took some time to adjust to the new state of things but Raeyn had began to make his peace with Sasha's constant presence. The Kelvic was the first thing he'd see when he'd wake up, and the very last he'd lay his eyes on during each rest. But he hadn't found himself wishing for the other to leave. Somewhere between the hardship of having to do things on his own, even as simple ones as getting out of bed, when every single bone in his body was on fire, and the strange pull towards the pretty boy that he felt deep in his heart, Raeyn had found himself fond enough to keep his around.

Since Sasha had showed up out of the blue, Raeyn had heard no whispers. Not even the tiniest of murmurs. Could it be possible that the Kelvic's soothing presence was at fault or perhaps he had simply hit his head so hard that it physically knocked the magical hallucinations out of his brain? At this point everything was possible. Raeyn was walking in a dream. The word fussy round him. So far remove did he feel from the man that he was at the beginning of the summer that nothing really felt real anymore and he was prepared to accept any truth of the matter. There was only so many battles that a man of no exceptional strength or mental fortitude could fight.

But broken bones heal stronger. Raeyn's bones grew strong by the day.

And though he didn't make it abundantly obvious all the time, the help was appreciated. Sasha was the bandage on his wounds, the splint by his bones, holding him together whilst he healed. He was the soothing medicine for his aching heart, imposing his presence on the introverted alchemist until he could no longer deny the help. He was the, so very necessary, kind word, the helping hand, the sight for sore eyes. An altruism Raeyn could never truly begin to fathom.

Indeed as days rolled on, Raeyn began to get used to the Kelvic. The little quirks like the okverattentiveness with which the boy showered the Inarta. The glee in his eyes whenever the smallest gesture of thankfulness was given. The way he'd shift into his rat form before slumber and snuggle into Ruru's fur where the body heat of the dog kept him cozy, or the shamelessness upon shifting back. Suffice to say Raeyn had laid eyes on more naked Sasha in the last handful of days, than he ever seen any man, including himself. And though each time such was met with blushing protest and yelling for the Kelvic to be more mindful of his modesty, deep down inside Raeyn would lie if he hadn't enjoyed it just a little. What's a lonely man to do when faced with such beauty. In the absence of Haneht, Sasha seemed a good enough distraction.

A loud knock on the door jolted him awake that afternoon, proceeding on of the city's rest periods. Eyes parted. Though the lash rimmed slits he saw the Kelvic's behind and another figure directly ahead of him, walking in though the open door. A figure he didn't immediately recognise without the distinguishing horns removed by Syna's daylight. Not that he was unfamiliar with the man in the day time. Simply his eyes were milky and vision was fuzzy to make the immediate distinction.

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Bonds that can't be broken

Postby Raeyn on August 5th, 2018, 7:57 pm

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It's good to have friends in high places. Unbeknownst to Raeyn, in the early hours of the morning when the alchemist was deep into his slumber, Sasha had snuck out to alert the teacher, who'se friendship they shared, of Raeyn's current predicament, feeling like the Eth had right to know. Saving him the worry would do no good in the long run. Plans too, he had to find Mara at the Shooting Star but leaving the alchemist alone for too long made the Kelvic anxious. In his mind, she could wait.

And Orath was precisely the man who came knocking on the door of the Inarta's home. Perhaps a very first time he had visited the place which lacked the homely feeling of Raeyn's parent's home where they two had originally met.

"How's he doing?" asked Orath, voice plagued by worry. Over the years he had seen Raeyn as he grew out of youthful silliness, get up to all kinds of shenanigans. But to have a street fight was something he had never pictured Raeyn doing. Being all too aware of the strange plague of voices that had ailed the young mage, there was little else he could blame it on and thus a sudden wave of guilt overcame him. Could he have done something to prevent it? Perhaps he should have been there for Raeyn more, provided a safer place for him to break down. Soon enough Orath would find he had himself to blame, a feeling shared by neither of the other two males in the room.

To his friend and mentor, Reayn was almost unrecognisable. A once handsome face now swollen and beaten and bruised, dotted by scratches and splits. A bandage on his nose, with two balls of cotton shoved deep inside to keep the healing cartilage together, as straight as it possibly could. A deep cut right though the centre of his lip, another deep scrape around the temple. A purple throat, bandages around his chest. The young mage was slumped in his bed, slowly coming to his senses one by one.

If he could muster the strength to do so, Raeyn would leap out of the bed and out the window for hell to take him wherever he landed. A sudden horror of embarrassment washed over him mercilessly, like a tide of frost, once he realised who it was that now stood before him with utmost concern painted across his visage.

Suffice to say, this was not a state Raeyn ever wanted the man to see him in. Weak and frail and broken. He had made peace with Sasha seeing him like this because he had little other choice. He had to force himself to allow the Kelvic the intimacy of being beyond his mental walls, at a safe distance from the fragile core inside but allowed though the gates none the less. Orath and Raeyn however had always shared a relationship that had a certain formal nature to it. Many years his superior, the young mage treated him with utmost respect and designed himself in the image of his creator. Raeyn wanted to be seen as a scholar, a man of knowledge and experience, passion but restraint. The Raeyn that now lay in bed, beaten within an inch of his life was not that man.

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Postby Raeyn on August 5th, 2018, 8:16 pm

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"He'd seen better days." said Sasha softly. Seeing the Inarta's eyes begin to open he hurried to his side, sitting down on the bed next to him.

Orath soon followed. Such pain as was painted in his human features would make one think that it was him that became a victim of the beating and not his student. It was a rare tenderness, but a tenderness none the less. "What, by the gods were you thinking?" he asked, lost for words a little. Truly, not even in his wildest dreams, did he imagine ever to see such a sight.

Raeyn groaned in pain, attempting to shift himself up a little too quickly which subsequently send a shiver of pain though his whole body. Affectionately Sasha placed a hand on his shoulder, firmly enough to hold the Inarta down, but gently enough not to cause further pain. "I told him what happened. He insisted on seeing you to make sure that you were ok in person." he said, running his fingers though the Inarta's hair and tucking a stray strand behind his ear. Anything to comfort him even a little, seeing the growing worry in his friend's eyes.

"You... you shouldn't have." whispered Raeyn, a little overwhelmed.

"Nonsense." snapped Orath and truly Raeyn wasn't sure he'd ever seen the man snap. But as soon as he did so be brought his voice down once more into a calmer intonation. "I'm glad he did. And don't lead him to believe otherwise. You're in far better hands than you could even imagine."

Taken aback a little by the passion in those words, Raeyn looked to the rat apologetically. Had something been said out of his earshot? Has he really lead Sasha to believe no gratitude had hid in his heart, though prickly behaviour? So many years he'd spent having no one else to confide in other than Mara that he became used to being helped in spite of even himself. And though in many respects, Sasha had some of those qualities too; the never knowing when to give him on Raeyn, the boundless altruism and shaking off every unkindness like water off a duck's back. But perhaps Raeyn had forgotten that he was indeed not Mara. And to treat him the same would be an awful things to do.

But instead of forgiveness he saw glee in the Kelvic's eyes as if he had never been angry or saddened in the first place. Glee over such a complement for as important a figure as Orath was. Suffice to said Sasha was a sucker for complements.

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Postby Raeyn on August 5th, 2018, 11:21 pm

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Satisfied that his words meant something and that he wasn't just simply throwing out meaningless platitudes that would go in one year and out the other, Orath leant down over his apprentice a little. Voice lowered. Concern underlining every word. "Is... you know what at fault for this?"

He wasn't entirely sure whether the red head had shared the secret of the disembodied voice with Sasha and out of respect he chose not to accidentally reveal it. Thus ambiguity was apt in this situation. And though the Kelvic looked at him with puzzlement and worry, he had sense enough to trust the rat to not approach such sensitive topics haphazardly. In time Raeyn would tell him everything, of that Orath was sure. And if not then it was in his discretion to keep his own secrets.

Indeed Raeyn had yet to peak a word about the voices but that was purely because he hadn't heard a peak since he'd woken up. So far out of his mind they were, and quite thankfully so, that he had almost forgotten them. Raeyn felt as if he was in the eye of the storm, anticipating another wave of tragedy to hit his mental health soon enough but for now he at least appreciated the break, took his time to pick up the pieces of his ruined psyche and somehow patch himself back up.

"Yeah." he answered. Though a pretty bad concussion shredded his memories of that night, there were few things that remained as if they were pieces of a torn painting. He remembered the confusion on the men's faces. He remembered the horrid words he thought they said, although thinking back on it now Raeyn had realised that perhaps he was mistaken. It must have been the fault of the voices. There was no other explanation for it.

"Is what at fault? What are you talking about?" It was Sasha's concern that rang out though the room.

"Would you like to tell him or shall I?" asked Orath calmly.

"I'd rather he didn't know." answered Raeyn almost immediately. There was no point crying over spilled milk, as far as he was concerned, especially if the milk had been mopped up days ago. Perhaps the voices wouldn't return and he'd never have to impart the knowledge of their existence onto the dear Kelvic.

But Sasha's worry and curiosity knew no boundaries. "Didn't know what? Please, Raeyn, tell me. You know I can keep a secret."

Raeyn looked to his friend desperately as if begging him to be quiet with eyes alone. Fear knew no bounds. He reached his hand towards Sasha's and apologetically smoothed his fingers over the back of the Kelvic's skin, hoping the gesture was enough to convince the Kelvic that certain secrets he simply didn't want to know. How wrong was he to think that?

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Postby Raeyn on August 5th, 2018, 11:45 pm

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In truth, Orath had come to know many secrets between the two of them. Having known Raeyn for over a decade, it was only a matter of time before he became aware of points of embarrassment for the young mage, more so than Raeyn would ever like to admit. But Raeyn wasn't the only one with secrets. In spite of his comparatively short life span, the Kelvic had amassed some of his own that he was more than eager to impart onto the unsuspecting Twilight Tower teacher.

For on the way to Reayn's apartment, the Kelvic had filled Orath on every little thing that hid in his heart. The feeling of being drawn to the young mage like a magnet. The deep need to see the man pull though his condition, heal and recover. The great deal of anxiety he caused him at every turn though prickliness and grumps. Like an injured hedgehog, he was. Sasha wanted to help, but so often did he get pin pricked.

Sasha told Orath of his feelings. How he had suspected that bonding, which was such an undeniable facet of the Kelvic race, had not been on his mind till now but as days progressed he had found himself wondering if that's what was sparking between the two men. Or perhaps had he been simply jumping to conclusions? Perhaps loneliness had something to do with it. But none the less every time he laid eyes on the man, he yearned to be closer.

One, who'se whole existence revolved around that one primal wish, to find a bond mate and call them his and his alone, what it felt like. Was it a gradual process, would there be fireworks once it finally happens? What did it take? A conversation, a touch, a kiss? He wondered whether Raeyn felt the same. Oh how he wondered what went on within that red head of his. For if there was anything that Sasha had noticed about the young mage over the last handful of days was that he truly was tragically awful at communicating. One moment he'd be shooing the rat away, the next he'd grasp him by the hand, desperate for him not to leave after all. Every time Sasha would provide a shoulder to lean on, Reayn would pull away only to be the one to come chasing after him later. How fickle they were, the humans?

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Postby Raeyn on August 6th, 2018, 12:09 am

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"Please tell me." Sasha nagged and begged like an old housewife.

Watching the domestic unfold, Orath found the nearest chair and sat down, leaning back so that his whole weight was hindering only on the very back two legs. He simply sat back and watched the two boys, deeming it best to let them hash it out in any way they chose appropriate. After all Raeyn hadn't been the same wide eyes 15 year old child he had initially met. He hadn't been that for a long long time. About time he put his worries aside and treated the man as just that; a man, capable of his own decisions and handling his own situations. Even if his current predicament suggested otherwise.

"Why do you wish to know so desperately?" asked Raeyn, starting to sound less apologetic and more frustrated. A deep growl in his splintered throat.

"You can't expect to say something and not finish the sentence. It's like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey and expect it not to want to eat it. I know something about that. It's unfair Raeyn! Do you expect me to simply forget it and not ask questions?"

"I'd quite appreciate that."

"Not a chance. I've done everything for you for the past few days. I've looked after you, fed your pets and put up with your moods. It's time you do something for me for once."

Raeyn's lips opened but no words came out. What could he say to reply to that? Not a thing, for Sasha was right. He had been so very selfish and being injured wasn't quite a good enough excuse for it. He hadn't seen the rat stick up for himself like that yet. The abruptness of it all took him oh so very aback.

A jolt of pain tore though his heart like an arrow, once he came to realise just how badly he was abusing the Kelvic's kindness. Something not quite so usual to him. But Sasha had already proved himself an exception to the rule. There was a great shame in Raeyn for this and perhaps for the first time in a long time he wished to become the soothing presence to undo any hurt he might have caused. A rain cloud to soothe the fire in the Kelvic's heart.

Raeyn sighed loudly before looking to Sasha once more, apologetic, softer than usual. Without even really thinking it though his fingers wound into the Kelvic's hand, squeezing tightly as if desperate for some kinetic confirmation that Sasha wasn't going to leave the moment he pored out his heart alongside all the miasma that lingered still in it. Perhaps Sasha was there to watch over his wounds, see the beauty beneath swelling and bruises. But those wounds were only surface level, superficial comparative to what lay beneath the surface for mental wounds weren't quite as easy to heal. And could he trust his friend to see beneath those too?

"I...I've not been hearing the voices since I woke up here, with you." he began not really knowing how to begin and this the very first words out of Raeyn's mouth were those of justification, appeasement. As he spoke, he sounded like he wanted to take everything back immediately. "But none the less... eh... it.... it started earlier this season. Somehow out of the blue I began to hear voices. Inexplicable ones. I'd be alone and still hear them in my head..."

"I... 'm not sure I understand." Sasha's brow furrowed, listening closely to everything, trying to gage how worried he should be by the young mage's very body language.

"I don't either. Not by far." he looked to Orath for some kind of visual confirmation of what it was that he was doing but found none. Being forced to make his own decisions, for once didn't come quite so naturally. "Ahm... we, me and Orath that is, think it may have something to do with the wild djed that had been plaguing the Lhavit."

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Postby Raeyn on August 6th, 2018, 12:40 am

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Feeling like the situation required it, Reayn pulled himself up with considerable effort to sit up on the bed and face his Kelvic. He looked into Sasha's eyes as he spoke. His own begged for forgiveness. "I've been hearing voices, Sasha. And not anything pleasant at all. Voices telling me to hurt people, to kill people. That's.... why I've been acting like this. That's why I attacked those men. I don't even know who they were."

What we fear, we manifest.

Few knew of this secret but thus far all had reacted to it with understanding and nothing at all like he had expected. But this, here and now, was the first time his expectations manifested before Reayn's very eyes. For as soon as he let slip what had plagued him, he saw the Kelvic's expression shift to wide eyes horror.

"Sasha please, understand." he begged. Damp ears collected at the corner of his eyes. The anxiety in Raeyn clenched his jew, sent his heart pounding painfully in his chest.

For a moment that felt as if it lasted forever the rat said nothing. Not a word peeped from his lips that hung ajar in shock. Raeyn wanted to reach out to him but feared retaliation. Orath even for just a moment entertained the thought of a little intervention which soon passed.

A million thoughts ran though Sasha's mind. Unlike many Kelvics, especially ones with as short a lifespan as he, had little knowledge of magic. He was different. To him Alchemy was a second language. He found kinship with materials, soft furs, shiny silver, soft soil. Unlike Raeyn who practiced the art to feel a sense of superiority over the world he lived in, Sasha wished to be part of it, dance with it's strange dance and pick up new steps. He was curious. That was all. Raeyn's passion of research was matched by Sasha's curiosity.

And thus djed wasn't at all a foreign concept to him. Quite the contrary. Thus believing in those words was no feat at all. He simply haven't had anticipated that such a terrible thing as overgiving would ever befall a world mage. It wasn't detest in his eyes. He didn't wish to suddenly find himself apart from Raeyn. If anything he only wished to hold him closer.

"But you don't hear them anymore?" he asked a little timidly.

"No. Not anymore." Reayn ensured desperately. His voice almost cracking beneath the pressure of uncertainty.

But in less than a tick it was all relieved in an instant as Sasha came to sit on the bed beside him and reached out for him. Arms coiled around the Inarta's neck and back, bringing him into a warm embrace. "I'm glad." he whispered into his ear. "You're not going to keep things like this from me again. Promise me that, Raeyn. Promise me you won't. All I want from you is to trust me."

In the embrace of the other, the darkness that it brought, Raeyn found a moment of calm. For a moment it was just them and nothing else; no flat, no Orath, no past mistakes. He didn't struggle against it. Like a wilting flower, so desperate was he for the live giving water that Sasha had brought him to soothe his patched throat. So long had he shut himself away in solitude he had not even realised how much he needed someone there.

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Bonds that can't be broken

Postby Madeira Craven on September 24th, 2018, 10:03 pm

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You spent a lot of time with both Sasha and Orin's point of view, so I was having trouble awarding you what you deserve. If you think I missed something please let me know! I'm disappointed I can't find more. :(
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