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[O] these wounds will fester, these stories will haunt you

Posted 01-20-2021, 11:21 PM

Eudoxia Valious

the shake in my bones begs for you to come home

“That evening as she made her way closer to the caves she stumbled across the path of Íomhair. He seemed a little off put by her face but yet remained calm and insisted that he was coming to find her. Coming to help her find Rhaegon. To find Íomhair all the way out here was only by chance. Neither of them were actually expecting to see each other this night. At least not for what they thought they were each supposed to be doing. Íomhair was supposed to be working a job. That was the reason he gave her when they had spoken previously. But it also had been a full day since so she supposed Íomhair would have had time to catch up to her by now. Therefore she thought nothing of his sudden arrival.

They marched on quietly before arriving at the great caves. Suppose neither of them had much to say in the first place. “You first,” Eudoxia teased Íomhair before walking in front of him and chuckling. It was a devious wrong comment but she needed to lighten the mood before walking into the unknown.

Both of them walked the tunnels. Some of them were lit with flames that never died. And the others were a dark abyss that they bravely, and stupidly, scaled.

Until...”

From stone to soft meadows my eyes followed the whole transition. Looking behind me I caught a glimpse of Íomhair appearing from thin air. One moment we traipsed reluctantly through dark caverns and the next we were here. Confusion and frustration washed over me like an incapable toddler throwing a massive tantrum after the waters did not turn upon their request. Auditory sensors slammed the crest of my neck before I barked “What the fuck?” Partially speaking to the only companion I had left but the rest of me was cursing the universe nine ways through tomorrow. Our shared tragedy was only recent, then my dragon had disappeared and now we have appeared in unknown lands. To say this has been the absolute shittiest week of my life would be an understatement.

“God damn mages and their humor.” After receiving fair warning from a local my common sense should have nailed me to the seat of my chair but alas I traipsed through their sacred property, bringing along a friend, to then be portaled who knows how far. “I truly am sorry,” red orbs snapping back from the trees to Íomhairs furry winter face, “for all that we have been through and will continue to go through.” My voice was icely firm but gentle, as always to those I have made friendships with. After a deep breath I continue to calm my fiery nerves, “But thank you for changing your mind about helping with Rhaegon after all the things that happened this week.”

but i know that home is not where you belong

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Posted 01-27-2021, 11:20 PM

Everything had been ruined. Íomhair had every intention of leaving the mare he so placantly followed behind, and if everything had gone to plan, he'd had never seen her again. Yet, his hooves clacked rythmically along the cave floors in a constant rapport that mocked his misfortune. Eudoxia couldn't see the weight hanging on his shoulders, thankfully. A tension knitted his muscles together beneath his armor-

(Armor he didn't deserve to wear, armor that he'd worn into battle with a company he'd long ago abandoned to save his own flesh. In it he saw their faces, and now saw Frederick's as well. Fallen comrades lost in the line of duty or the confusion bred from chaos. At least if he wore it, he couldn't see them peeking from behind the scrapes, couldn't see their hollow eyes in the reflections.)

-as his eyes dropped from the femme's back and too his hooves. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He supposed he could actually help her find the damned beast she'd lost. After that there would be nothing left tying him to her, really. He could just as easily say he was interested in exploring more while she returned back to the rancid streets of that pitiful city they'd called "home" for so long. He'd only be so lucky.

Íomhair dug so deeply into the possibilities of slipping away from Eudoxia again, he'd hardly noticed that the stones at his hooves turned to grass until she said anything.

Blinking away the cacophony of half processed ideas, the deserter took in his surrounds for the first time since they'd started this venture. A sad meadow paled by winter sprawled before them, vacant and foreign. Bastard mages indeed. Had they not just been climbing up through tunnels carved into a mountain? A mountain, mind him, far grander in size than their short trek. With a huff Íomhair glanced behind them for answers but was only greeted by the placid, lazy swirl of weightless, dense mists.

A single audit turned to Eudoxia's apology which in turn snapped his visage to her like a scolding mother readjusting her ungrateful son's posture. His carmine eyes couldn't find her own, so he simply stared at the lethal horn that crested her forehead. Every inch of his conscious withered beneath Eudoxia's gratitude, and whatever sour infestation that turned him into... this sorry excuse of a man instinctively simmered to spread its inky mess over the truth. She couldn't know. He would never tell her.

"'s no problem." he murmured as his eyes drifted away, eyeing the naked trees that had shed their coats for winter, whereas his would grow thicker. He couldn't even fucking look at her. Gods... where had he gone so wrong? Stronger now, with the typical volume his voice carried, he presented the rather obvious question: "Where do ya think we are?"

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