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 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:04 pm
|___ P E N G R Y F ___| 
Welcome to Gryf's Meruhen!
This is a journal for TMH, so please don't post without her permission unless dropping off a gift.
Journal Props and (c) to Anya, for spawning a trend. .: Stats :. Str: 5 End: 2 Int: 4 Eth: 7 Luc: 3 Chr: 4 PerStr: 1 [ Stamina ] PerWk: 1 [ ..the color red? XDD RAGE ] .: Bond/Family Info :. - Bond: n/a Parent [a]: Ogre's Lab Brother: Aneliad .: Wakareme :.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:13 pm
Nickname: Gryf, Coegwyr (fool)
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Type: Tarus
Species: ???
Position: unknown
Personality: Headstrong and kind, but slighlty greedy
Ability: Earth Bound - Spell where the ground basicaly disolves under the intended target creating a sinkhole which burries them.
Fortress - Used to harden stone, he used to use the spell alot when working for various people back on Imperial as a way to defend homes.
Turn ons: Pretty boys
Turn offs: messyness
Looks: Golden eyes and light brown tresses; longer bangs in the front giving way to short locks in the back. Firm and muscular. Ebony horns detailed in ivory along with slender swirls upon his face clearly make him stand out in a crowd.
Education: Unknown, mostly self trained
Occupation: Merc (magi)
Marital status: single
Family: Aneliad (brother)
Diction/accent: Nothing recognizable
Relationships: None
Sexual history: More than you would think
Places: unknown
Possessions: Amulet he wears constantly, bluish gray trenchcoat
Hobbies: Annoying his brother, collection pretty things (usually people) and playing with his powers
Obsessions: Many, he is a little OCD
Beliefs:
Politics: Thinks they are pointless
Ambitions: unknown
Religion: none
Superstitions: none
Fears: unknown
Attitude: Headstrong and cocky
Taste in books/music/etc: He likes books on machinery and violin music
Foods: Steak
Handwriting: strong
Astrological sign: Tarus
Talents: Magi who uses the Earth as his power
Special: ~ working~
History: In his younger years he has traveled with his brother, Aneliad, from place to place; offering his services as a talented Earth Mage for any who would take him. After a time the creatures they were fleeing from caught up to them and the two were forced to seek solace in Imperial. After a slightly longer stay than usual Pengryf happened to 'steal' a young man from his brother which caused the rift from which now they suffer.
He stayed in Imperial long after his brother had sailed away until the evil following the younger sibling also too to crossing the sea. Boarding a boat and following his brother, much to the dislike of his stomache, and now he hunts for a way to warn his brother of what is comming
Current: Learning what it is to get a second chance
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:14 pm
Amulet: Always around his neck, this seems to be the crux of his power Voodoo Pin: Taken from Hex when the Dou through it at him, now resides in the lapel of his coat
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:16 pm
Anelied: Gryf's brother. They have a stormy relationship which seems to stem from Gryf stealing somthing (or someone) from his brother. They are on the hunt for the same thing, but there is still a wedge between themHex: More of an enemy than a friend. Their first meeting went....well no one died. They grate on eachother's nerves to the extreme but Gryf does now have one of the Voodoo pins that Hex carries around.Eihwaz: Strange man Gryf met in a tavern and again on the streets. The Taurus seems to put the man in the catagory of a puppy and for some reason is slighlty protective of the other Mage.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 8:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 9:03 pm
___// Unexpected Awakening Sleep... It was so precious to him in a way that some rare treat that one could rarely have would be. He hadn't slept so well or so long since... Since the night before that blasted fight... It struck him as a near instant shock that the encounter had come to his mind and, as a result, his arms tightened over the slender form he had fitted himself against.
Light was just begining to filter through the leaves, kissing the bodies as they lay intertwined. He blinked back the dawn as crimson eyes opened to gaze upon the sky, skin tingling when he felt something that shouldn't be there... Not at all. Slowly he released Sebastian, carefully tugging himself free from the bonds that the robe had created as they'd turned throughout the night. He stood and made a great show of stretching before reaching for his bow, readying it in the direction of whatever may have been lurking in the bush.
Pengryf Tawr stood leaning against one of the trees that surounded the clearing. He hadn't intended to awaken neither his brother nor the pretty little thing he was wound around, but it seemed as if he had. He watched as his brother stood up and pointed an arrow at him. It was nothing new and caused no more reaction than a lazy blink.
Despite his instant realization of who it was who stood before him, the arrow remained knocked, flames licking at the slender fingers of the man who had drawn it back. His muscles rippled as they tensed, eyes narrowing as they took in the form of the man who had often been a bane on his existance as well as a close confidant. "I knew you were coming, Coegwyr. What trouble do you wish to stir now?"
His lips quirked into a grin as the familiar nickname fell from the others lips. "Trouble? Who says I am here to stir up trouble?" In the early morning light the markings on his face stood out, making him look even more ethereal than usual. "I am just in search of my little brother."
He lowered the bow to his side as he stepped foward, light bouncing off the curves of his body. Obviously there was little modesty as he stood there amidst the early dawn mists, eyeing his brother with distrust. "You only seek me out when you serve to raise a ruckus... And what else would cause you to leave your... Comfort... In Imperial?"
Sparing a glance to the sleeping potion maker he looked back to his brother completly ignoring his state of undress. "My, comfort, as you put it, decided I was not as entertaining as a cute, bearly out of the cradle, imp." He seemed to hold little with this, but one who knew him well would know that it must have hurt.
"Still holding a grudge that they chose me over pretty little you?"
"My grudge lies more within the fact that you chose to go after something that had already been claimed by another." His brow furrowed as he felt his defenses raise along with his voice, fingers drawing tight around the shaft of his bow. "What do you want, Coegwyr? Why have you been hunting me?"
"Not my falut that he said he belonged to noone." He shrugged remaining calm as his brother angered. "I wanted to tell you something, but if you are going to be rude I will just keep it to muself."
In an instant the bow was back in an attack position, arrow summoned, knocked and ready to be fired. "You never think nor care to ask, Pengryf Tarw. All you care is that you have something lovely hanging off of your arm at all times. Bugger you... And the rudeness you accuse me of."
"And you dont like pretty things?" He cocked his head in the direction of the still sleeping Sebastian. "Seems someone is being a little hypocritical."
"Speak not of things you do not know, Coegwyr." He snarled, the familiar 'nickname' taking on a more threatening tone. His fingers drew the string back, threatening to fire upon his 'opponent'... It was so tempting... It had always been tempting... But he had yet to give in on that one temptation.
"I don't have to know. I can see quite well." He watched the end of the arrow. They had often come to this, arrows knocked and powers lifting. He could feel the amulet begging to be used, begging to smack his brother, but he ignored it. "Is there something I should know?"
"Simply because you see something does not mean you should assume it is about something as primal as a mere pretty face." His shoulder began to stiffen as he kept his aim true. There were certain things that were not meant to be done just after awakening from a night spent sleeping on the forest floor and drawing a bowstring tightly back for over a minute was on that list.
He realized only too late what his words spoken may have implied... That there was something serious between he and the alchemist... Something more than just a base need for feeling skin against skin, but he was determined to keep his brother from winning. He had won far too often, making him look like quite the fool.
Raising a brow Pengryf looked up at his brother. "Oh? So the little asyn has found something else to occupy his time with." His face remained blank as he spoke. "Intresting turn of events"
"What matters to you how I occupy my time, Penbwyl?" He snorted, crimson eyes blazing as brilliantly as the arrow poised before him. "You still have yet to answer my questions... What brings you after me?"
"I told you, i wanted to tell you somehting." He caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Sebastian shifted in his sleep. "If you dont keep your voice down you are going to wake sleeping beauty over there."
He lowered his bow ever so slightly, much like he had done to Sebastian the night before, before releasing the arrow. His eyes watched as it flew with great ease through the air, landing perfectly between the other man's feet before bursting into an odd ball of flames. "Then speak."
Pengryf looked down at the flames, the amulet around his neck glowing slighty before his eyes returned to Aneliad. "It followed you here Ane..." Golden eyes relfected the flames perfecty. "... And it is pissed."
As the flames began to die down he summoned forth another arrow. "Let the cythraul be angered." He snarled once more, threatening to aim a bit higher this time. "Mayhap it followed you here. Perhaps you lead it to this area by seeking me out. You bring trouble."
"It was here before I was, thank you." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Trouble follows you, which is why it precedes me. I am the one who is always pulling your a** out of trouble."
"s**t. That is absolute s**t." Whereas he had fought to keep his calm while bickering with Sebastian the day prior, it seemed as though his brother knew little of the reserve that Aneliad had offered others. He was quite careful to cover his trails and stick to the shadows.
Pengryf, on the other hand, was known more for his flock of followers... And yet he was the one who called trouble to him? Bags.
"It is not. You are the flamboyant one." He shrugged. "For all your hiding you are quite easy to find once a hint is given." A slight grin teased over his lips again; the same agrivating grin Aneliad had delt with his entire life.
"I am the flamboyant one while you are the one who surrounds yourself with those who serve your every whim? You are a fool, Pengryf! A bloody fool!" He nearly bellowed as he tossed his bow aside, prepared to pommel his brother with his bare hands instead.
"True, and they are a lovely little flock arn't they? But I don't go around flaunting them... They just happen to be there." He rasied one hand in a shrug. "You, I distinctly remeber flaunting involved."
Sebastian heard shouting interfearing with his sleeping and this was unacceptable. He sat up, blinking in the morning light and snarled. Damn archer was shouting, again.
A moment later, Aneliad was cuffed upside the head. "******** b*****d! I was sleeping. It did not need to be woken by you having a b***h fest with.." He paused and looked over at Pengryf. "With a muscle bound oaf!"
So intent was he on his argument with his brother that he barely noticed Sebstian's approach until it was too late and a hand had hit him. His eyes blazed as he spun round, fingers seeking out the wrist of the man who had struck him. "Listen here... As lovely as you may be... Never strike me again." The alchemist didn't seem to care that he had been awoken by the horned beast as well... Or that two out of the three men were standing skyclad amongst a sun streaked forest.
"As for you..." He spun to face Pengryf, fingers still held tightly around Sebastian's wrist. "I do not flaunt. I give credit where it is due."
Sebastian, after getting his brain out of the fuzz of sleep, realized that the two must know eachother. "Then dont wake me up with shouting!" He turned a glare on Pengryf. "And if you stare at my a** one more time I am going to come over there and rip your entrails out through the top of your skull."
The horned one raised a brow, finding this highly amusing, and nodded his head. "I am sorry. I can't help appreciating beauty when I see it." Looking back to his brother he smirked. "Yes, by flaunting your conquests before me" He waved a hand at Sebastian. "Though with what you hinted at eariler...."
Without so much of a trace of warning he released Sebastian in order to send his fist hurtling towards his brother's face. "Bloody coegwyr." He growled as his eyes darkened. "Distewi!" He had not flaunted Sebastian, nor had he viewed the alchemist as a conquest. Had that been the case he would have returned to the shop day in and day out... Did that oaf he called brother truly think so little of him?
Jerking his head quickly to the side, Gryf grabed his brother by the middle of his lower arm and growled. "You should know better than to hit me." Useing his grip he tossed his brother aside, careful not to throw him down to the ground. "And you can stop with the insults any time now. I have been polite."
Sebastian looked between the unknown man and Aneliad and huffed before shaking his head, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Fine! Whatever! STOP YELLING!" He yelled at the two of them as if they were children. "For ******** sake, talk like normal people!"
He flashed a near deadly glare between both Pengryf and the alchemist as he stumbled back, trying hard to remind himself how worthless his brother was... And how little any sort of fight truly meant. Eyes closed for seconds before a mask of calm overtook the features of his face. He was through with this...
Slowly he turned away from both men, bending slowly to retrieve his bow before returning to his makeshift camp in order to recollect his clothing that had been strewn about the blanket durring the night. Pants were pulled firmly into place, left unlaced at the waist for the time being as he began to shove other items back into his traveling satchel.
"Oh, so now I am to be ignored..." Sebastian had almost wanted to believe that there might have been somethine betwen he and the archer, but obvisouly he had been mistaken. It was just like all the other times. Before he could move he sensed the other man moving toward him, responding by turning a poisionous glare on him. "Put one hand on me and I will burn it off." He hissed.
Pengryf held up his hands and stayed where he had stopped. He really should have learned by now that the things his brother usually went after had some sort of bite to them. Alas, some things were just to intresting to toy with.
His fist may have missed the mark of his brother's distinguished jaw but his arrow would not fail him. He had drawn the moment Sebastian had formed his first words, and, for a moment, it would appear as though his mark was meant for the alchemist. Instead, the arrow whizzed past him in a way that only the tickle of warm air grazed him before the shaft brushed against Pengryf's pantleg. "I told you, Coegwyr. Do not touch what has clearly been claimed by another.." The last of his words were spoken clearly in the language that he and his brother shared amongst each other and, even if Sebastian could not understand them, the threatening undertones were universal.
Sebastian raised a brow as he turned his head toward Aenliad in question. "Can I have my pants... ?" He grumbled, eyes looking at the offending object laying close to where the archer was standing.
Looking down at his leg where the arrow had passed he found himself raising a brow. That was the first time his brother had actually fired an arrow at him. Perhaps I should keep my hands off this one. "If you wish... I will leave him alone." Looking back up to his brother his face was blank; a serene mask of calm. "But my warning has not changed. When you drag your head out of the clouds we need to speak."
As he stooped to gather Sebastian's pants before tossing them towards him he kept his eyes focused upon his brother, never letting the horned man leave his sight. "When you remove your head from your arse... We'll speak."
"Always the same." He sighed and turned to leave the clearing. "I am going to the city. If I have to hunt you down to talk to you once more I will be very disapointed brother." He waved a hand over his shoulder.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 12:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 3:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 8:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 6:57 pm
___// No room in the inn. Finally he had made his way to the 'cozy' tavern. It had taken him long enough... But he was almost certain that it was the one that the strange boy had pointed him towards. With a soft sigh he folded his map and tucked it into his pouch before slipping inside. His baggy robes hid most of his muscular form from view... All but his neck and a portion of his chest left exposed by buttons that had been lost in his little tumble.
Leaning back against the wall behind him Pengryf sighed and set his now empty glass on the counter. He had found that many people would pay for a 'stong strapping boy' to guard them across town and had made a small fortune for the moment. He cracked one eye open to look down at the amulet that rested around his neck.
His social skills were lacking. This he knew... It had just been confirmed by his encounter with the bratling. Despite this fact, he still had to talk to the keeper of this place so that he could see about getting himself a room. Now... If only he could figure out who that person might be. Slowly he made his way through the massive room, brushing past person after person until he reached the bar; intent on talking to the man tending behind it.
The man behind the bar took one look at him and scoffed. "You mages, if you want something go find your self a table and dont blow anythign up." The mans eyes drifted in the direction of Pengryf for a momement before the looked back at Eihwaz.
"I beg your pardon." He puffed up his chest almost proudly as he stood at his full height of 5'7". "I do not blow things up, sir. I am an educated man... I simply wanted a room for the eve but, if you're going to give me such grief I will most certainly take my services elsewhere."
Pengryf, who had been listening to the coversation, snickered and turned his head toward the bar. "Dont bother argueing that old badger, it wont get you anywhere." He looked at the man, wondering exactally what had brought him to the tavern.
He tilted his head slightly towards the second man who had spoken to him. What was this? Pick on Eihwaz day? Go figure... The one night a portal opened to the wrong place he'd land in the center of Hades. Not Elysian. "Then I'll go find another place that will see to my sleeping needs."
"Danny, give the poor boy a room, and a drink he looks like he could use it." He calle out to the barkeep. "You, mister grayrobe, perhaps you would care for a chair?" he said motioning to the bench on the other side of his table.
His brow furrowed slightly as he attempted to asses the man who had offered him a seat. "No drink... I've read horrid things about what happens to those who are under the influence. I'd really rather not find out what happens just yet. Something like that would call for experimentation on one's own..."
"Read? You cant expierence life from reading a book." He laughed and leaned away from the wall. "Besides, books are only good for a few things."
"You would be suprised by the various things one can discover through reading..." He nodded slowly as he blinked, stormy gray eyes darkening for a moment before shifting back towards the horned one. "Don't tell me... You're the sort who only likes picture books too."
"No, you cant learn how to turn a brick into steel by looking at pictures." He imspected the other man while he spoke. He seemed intresting enough, if a little prudeish.
"Why would I want to do something silly like that?" He raised an eyebrow in a strange, almost robotic sort of way... As if the action were more programed than natural.
"You might not, but i am happy knowing." He shruged, large shoulders rolling under hsi coat. "If is a useful piece of information when you are stuck behind a wall of bricks and would rather not die."
"So a wall of bricks becomes a wall of steel instead?" He shook his head, crossing robe-clad arms over his chest. "Portals... They work wonders when things such as that are concerned. Not always effective though... At least as far as accuracy is concerned."
"So a wall of bricks becomes something stronger" He stoped himself from rolling hsi eyes. "Would you sit down, it hurts my neck to stare up at you."
"I'm not that tall..." His nose scrunched slightly. "And too many people rely on brute strength. Knowledge can be more powerful."
"No, but while i am sitting you are shorter than me." He raised a brow. "Yes, it can, but only when used by someone who is proficent in its use."
"Which one? Brute strength? Or knowledge?" He eased carefully into a chair across from the horned man... His defenses were still raised, arms still crossed over his chest.
"Both actually, but i was refering to knowledge." He droped the amulet from his fingers and leaned on the table, letting the metal rest against his skin for a moment before it fell free again.
"Knowledge is power." He repeated once more in a sort of parrot-like way. It was definately a phrase that he'd repeated often enough... Perhaps it was his motto.
"Why do i get the feeling that you say that at least four times a day?" He looked at his empty glass and silently cursed the fact that he didnt have a pretty tart to fetch him another.
"Why do I get a feeling that you ask questions like that at least five times a day?" He blinked as he removed his glasses from his face in order to polish them with a bit of his robes. Oddly enough, he was rather pretty beneath the frames... Skin smooth and tan as if he'd been forged beneath the sun itself.
"Probably because I have a habit of asking questions of people who say pointless things." he really hadent ment for that to come out like that, but well, it was true. "Everyone knows knowledge is power, and power is evil, so study hard, become evil." He grinned. "Are you evil?"
His brow furrowed in a way that spoke of a brain that was trying to compute too much information at once. He had never heard that this... Studying could lead to one being evil. He certainly didn't believe himself to be of the evil persuasion. "I am neutral... Grays often are."
"Neutral is borring." he snickered. "Gray then? Is that what your name is?"
"My name is..." He paused almost as if he were actually going to supply his name within that place but quickly decided against it. "None of your business. If I am borring than my name is likewise so."
"Names are never borring, kiddo." He leaned back against the wall again. Lord isnt there one person in this place who knows how to carry on a decent conversation He mused to himself as he looked at the other mage.
'Kiddo'? 'Old man'? Could no one in this odd new place properly gauge age? Aparantly not. "Eihwaz." He said smoothly... Another word he had repeated countless times. It was one of the runes that was imbedded upon his soul... He knew it well indeed.
"Ehiwaz, that is a rune is it not?" He tapped his chin. "Pengryf, pleased to meet you." He didnt stick out his hand for a greeting but insted nodded his head.
"Yes. It is." He blinked as he finally returned his glasses to his face; settling them carefully back on his nose. "You don't seem pleased... But I am sure that it is some sort of pleasure to meet you as well."
"I almost never seem pleased." a wirey grin crossed hsi face. "But it is something ya get used to after a while." He usually hated other mages, they were so, well, snobby, and this one was proving to be just as bad.
"You were seated alone. Perhaps others do not wish to simply 'get used to it'." He mused aloud... More to himself than to the odd one with horns. Slowly he stood, turning back towards the bar. "The hour is late. I should find a room and sleep."
"Tell Danny I said to give you number 14. He will hand over the key." Pengryf looked at his glass again and knew he was going to need a few more before he was going to get any sleep.
He merely nodded before reluctantly doing as he had been told. If he was suprised when the barkeep agreed he didn't let it be obviously known. Instead he retreated to his chambers... Sleep. Such a strange thing...
Gryf waved at Danny and got another drink and looked around the tavern, slighlty disapointed that there wasent something pretty he could take with him when he retreated to his home.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 5:34 pm
__// Rain covered Greetings He had awoken early that morning as he did every morning. Early to bed, early to rise. Bah. He was late to bed and early to rise. It was the only way that he could seek solace in such a noisy place such as a city.
His robes had been left open to reveal a loose fitting tan shirt and a pair of matching pants. He really didn''t look impressing and few would ever know what he truly was beneath it all. He half supposed it was better off that way.
Silently he slipped down the hall and into the main room of the tavern where all were still snoozing from the night before. A piece of platinum was left before the barkeep along with a note of thanks so that he could continue on un-noticed. Perhaps he''d find himself closer to where he had wanted to be today than he had the day before...
Pengryf had left the tavern early that morning to head for the docks and a little extra work. He figured that the more he did now the less he would have to do later, so getting a few things moved early would not hurt.
His coat had been tossed on a pile of boxes he didnt have to deal with, leaving him bare from the waist up in the early morning chill. He tossed a box on top of a crate, grinning as the wood knocked together. "Why do I love that sound?" he laughed as he turned around to grab another box. He might not have been the best learned man in the universe but at least he could lift.
Before he knew it he was lost once more... Stuck somewhere between here and there with little more than a map. "This is not right... Not at all..." He muttered softly to himself as grey-blue eyes lifted to the skies. If he didn''t know better he''d almost swear that there was rain on the way.
The horned man looked up into the sky and smirked. "Great. I''m going to get wet." He shook his head. Streching his arms out, shoulder joints popping, he looked at the largest of the crates he had to move. "Big toys for big boys...."
His perception must have been off... Or maybe it was more than just his perception... Moments after he''d cursed the darkened sky it opened up to shower him with delicate drops that soon turned into something more. Water matted sandy hair to his head, slowly slipping down over the chiseled features of his face. The droplets swirled around the gems of his collar, almost as if the collar were trying to take something from them. "I can''t win."
Lounging on the crates Pengryf looked up to the sky and watched the rain fall. "Water and earth... They were made for each other." He smiled, the water sliding over his face and down his neck.
He adjusted his robes, pulling them back onto his shoulders and up over his collar. It wouldn''t be good if things started to rust. He''d never experienced anything rusting before... But he''d read about it.
A soft sigh passed over his lips as he moved on; booted feet plodding through puddles in what turned out to be the direction of the docks. By the time he reached there his shirt was plastered to his slender but muscular form revealing much of what was always kept hidden.
Humming to himself, Pengryf was still lounging on the crates, completly oblivious to the newcommer to his area. His hair was plasterd to his skull and his amulet glowed slightly as the water bounced off of it.
"Map. Waterproof robes. New journal..." He began to make a list of things that he would need once the rain ceased... Things that he would have to find in this strange town where he knew nothing. He did not care for this feeling. He would have to learn in order to better himself.
Stormy eyes lifted to the clouds, sun-kissed lids slipping down over them in order to keep them safe from the large droplets. He looked almost statuesque; breath caught in his chest as if he''d forgotten that breathing was required. Was it really needed?
He heard a voice and opened his eyes, head turning slighlty in its direction. Well, well... If it isn''t Mr. Book Boy. He snickered and brushed some of the water away from his face. He looks nice like that. He mused as he watched the other stand in the rain. Then again, it might just be the endorphins from all the work talking.
There was an odd sort of innocence that could be seen on the smooth features of the creatures face. He took on an almost ageless appearance... Much like something that had been made of marble... Right until the moment that his lips parted to let a bit of the clear liquid slip of previously parched lips. Could it be that he had forgotten that things such as drinking were also required?
"Why do I get the feeling that you would rather be a statue than a person?" He spoke up as he watched the other. He sat up, water sliding off of him, and rested his arms on his knees.
His eyes shot open as the voice broke through to his dulled mind. The sound was familiar... If the right amount of chatter was placed behind it... "Pengryf." He swallowed after speaking the name, tilting his head slightly downwards. "Why would a being wish to be solid stone?"
He grinned, the white markings on his face shimmering beneath the layer of water. "Because they can? Who knows. Why do things without wings want to fly?" He really hadn''t expected to see the man again and found this highly amusing.
"I do not want to fly." His brow furrowed as rain continued to fall upon him, beads of water slowly moving to caress his face. Muscles could be seen rippling beneath the fabric as the wetness caused it to cling to his flesh.
He stood up, forgetting that his large build usually scared people, "Didn''t say you wanted to, just that most do. It was an observation. Guess you missed that one." He tried brushing his hair out of hsi face but it had decided that it wanted to stay stuck to his face.
"Missed it?" His brow remained furrowed beneath damp sandy locks. "I do not believe so. I heard you perfectly." He blinked once before shaking his head. "Why are you out in the rain?"
"You missed that one too..." He chuckled. "I was working." He motioned to the crates and boxes behind him. "Money is a useful thing to have if you want a roof and if want to eat."
"What good is a roof without a house?" He huffed with a slight bit of indignance. What did this man take him for? A fool? "Food can be found in the forests... Money, as useful as it may be, is not necissary for all."
"That is what I meant by a roof..." He shook his head. "Lord''s all mighty... Did you learn to talk from a book too?" He couldn''t believe that the man couldn''t put pieces together to get the full picture. "Money is important. You can''t pay for housing if you don''t have it, nor can you get things you need; not in this place at least."
"I learned to speak from a tutor..." His tongue flickered over his lips to catch a bead of moisture that refused to fall. That one movement, as innocent as it may have been, held a trace of seduction... As if he was just now realizing what the water could do. "Money cannot buy everything."
"They must have skipped a chapter or two." He shook his head, water flying from his hair. He raised a brow at the unconscious movement from the mage, wondering why the man didn''t seem to know so much. "You would be suprised."
"I do not recall them ever skipping a chapter in the books that I was taught from." A soft sort of confusion passed over the features of his face as he looked up to the horned man. "Or was that saying of yours something else that I''ve ''missed''?"
"That would be the latter. There are things you can''t learn in books, no matter how many you find." He walked over to where his coat was and inspected the soaked garment. "Some things you actualy have to DO."
"I have yet to find something that I could not learn about from within the pages of a book." He tilted his head towards the sky as the rain continued to fall. "My collar is going to rust. I do not believe that would be a good thing."
"It will only rust if you let it air dry. It can get as wet as it wants as long as you dry it off with a cloth instead of lettng it dry." He remarked as he picked up his jacket. "You obvisouly didn''t learn how to speak from a book. Well, I mean you know the mechanics, but not the truth of it."
"Fact and fiction. Fact is the truth. Fiction is what someone makes up on their own." He let his robes slip slightly as his glance returned to the man. "I thought you prefered brute strength to knowledge."
"Fiction is all a matter pf perception; one person''s fiction is another''s fact." He turned his head to look at the mage. "I do. I am better at it, I have been told, but knowing a bit always helps."
"I... Do not understand." He said softly as if admitting defeat. If there was something that he did not know he really did not like finding it out in this sort of manner. "How can fiction be taken as fact if it is clearly untrue?"
"Because of perception. If one person percieves something one way and another differently then the ''facts'' for the two would be different." He rung some the water out of his coat as he spoke.
He shook his head in an attempt to brush the very thought of that away. Aha. He would chance the subject instead. "Why do you try to remove water from your coat if it will only collect more?"
He shruged. "Cause it is a completely inefficient thing to do, but I feel the need." He laughed to himself at that one, knowing somehow that the other man would miss that too. "Plus it means it is ligher for the moment."
"Is a moment of relief worth the wasted energy?" He shifted slightly on his feet before letting arms fall back down to his sides. Tan shirt was now completely plastered to his chest... Almost as if it were a second skin.
Pengryf admired the view for a moment before answering. "Sure. May not be the best way to do it but hell, it works for a bit."
"I was going somewhere before I ended up standing here... But I no longer recall where it was." His brow furrowed once more. It seemed like such a strange action on such an innocent face. "I need a new map."
"You have a map of the city?" He quirked a brow. "Didn''t know you could find one big enough."
"Correction. I had a map of the city. Then it began to rain. Now my map is ruined." His scowl darkened slightly as if he could somehow curse the skies for showering him with their tears.
"From what I have seen of this place a map is useless. It is better to explore and find stuff yourself." He slung his coat over his shoulder. "Yea, the rain is getting a little tiring; a dry place would be so much nicer."
"How can you find something if you do not know where it might be? A map is very useful. Once you find out where you are you can then plot where you might be going." Grey eyes swirled for a moment before looking on towards the road. "Dry would be nice indeed. I do not wish to return to that tavern though. The inkeep was unkind."
"Same way you find something with a map, you look. Its how I found my job and my house." He shrugged. "Danny is a bit of an a**, but at least he is easy to please when you want something." He walked toward the mage and then straight on past him. "Come on, you can dry off at my place."
"But I do not know where to look..." He turned to watch the other man retreat before sighing and following after him. "I did not find him ''easy to please''. I found him... Grumpy. And not nice."
"Yes, you do. You know to look in the city. You could always ask people. People seem to know alot about where they are you know." He grinned as he walked. "I wouldn''t peg you as someone who could find Danny what he wants."
"I met another man the other day. He ran into me, actually... He didn''t seem to know much about where he was." His nose scrunched slightly. All in all, it was a rather comical sight... If one could see it as he walked behind the horned brute.
"I didn''t say everyone did... Just usually, if you ask someone where, you can find something they can give you an answer." He reached up and brushed water off his horns before it dripped into his eyes again.
"You confuse me." He grumbled as he pulled his drenched robes around his body, fastening the buttons with clumsy fingers as if that would give him something to do to distract his mind from the thoughts that made no sense.
"I seem to be good at that. Everyone has to have a talent." He led the other away from the docks and towards a more quiet part of the city.
"Not true. There are some who are not good at much of anything. I''ve met them. They can offer nothing to anyone." His eyes took in the area around him as they walked. "Where are we?"
"Everyone has something useful, even it is to be a warning to others." He snickered and looked up at a well kept building standing before them. "Where I live, mostly."
"That was not the answer I was seeking. What part of town are we in so that I may know how to get back should I need to do so?" He blinked as his eyes narrowed in on the taller man''s back. Something questioned the lack of answers... Almost as if this could be the wrong idea.
"It''s called Dockside, other than that I can''t tell you." He shrugged and headed for the building. "Most of the people who work around here live in this area." He turned to look back at the mage over his shoulder. "Do you like tea?"
"I do not dislike tea." As a matter of fact... He couldn''t quite remember ever having tried tea before. Water was introduced to him as a necessity... Juices were something to be appreciated for taste but in warm climates very few warm drinks were taken in. "Is this ''Dockside'' dry?"
"It is a side of town, it just exists." He pushed open the door and waved to a man sitting on a chair in the main part of the first floor. "What was your name again? Eiw something?" He stopped to wait for the mage to catch up.
"Eihwaz... Your memory is not good. No wonder why you lack certain knowledge." He muttered as he followed the brute, dripping robes leaving a trail of water on the floor behind him. He truly didn''t care for these feelings of inadequicy.
He shrugged and headed upstairs, the man in the lobby snickering sligtly. "I had three of the letters right, close enough Ei..." He dug into the pocket of his coat looking for his keys.
"Eihwaz." He corrected yet again as he stood there waiting for either the door to open or for his clothing to dry... Neither seemed as if they would happen soon enough. Slender fingers fiddled idly with the cuff of his robe, drawing droplets of water from them to dance along his flesh.
"Ei..." He said again, ignoring the correction. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, glad he had wooden floors instead of carpet. "I have a dryer. Give me your stuff and I will get it dry."
"Too thick to properly speak a full name?" He grumbled as he followed the horned one into his home. Booted feet sloshed over the wooden floors, toes wiggling in their strange desire to be freed. "Dry-er? If I give you my ''stuff'' what will I wear?"
"Too lazy." He grinned and dropped his coat into the basket. "Your not that much smaller than me so you should fit into my things. Hold on." He disappeared into another room and reappeared with a stack of dry clothes.
"Normaly I am not this nice, unless I am gettting something out of it, but you look... Well... Like a lost puppy."
"Sloth is one of the Deadly Sins." He nodded slowly as if he spoke more to himself than to the other man. As Pengryf retreated to the other room he removed his robes; holding the sodden fabric out before him. His shirt, sleeveless and pale in color, was plastered to his skin in a way that showed more than what he had read was ''proper''. "If you want something for this I could pay you. Not all of my wealth was spent at the tavern."
"But sinning is so much fun." He smirked and took the wet robe from the others hands. "Shirt and pants too, unless you want to catch a cold." He tossed the pile of clothes onto the back of a couch.
"One cannot ''catch a cold'' from being wet." A soft snort came from the strange young man. He turned his back to the other as he removed his shirt to show off a muscular back that was done no justice by the bagginess of the clothes that had been covering it. The soggy garment was held out to Pengryf as he waited for the man to take it. "Pass me the dry shirt and I shall give you my pants."
"But you can catch a cold from being wet then air drying and your core temprature cooling." He took the wet shirt and handed him a dry one, slighlty sad to see the nice sight of the others skin disappear.
"My temperature has always remained the same... Unless I''ve been in the sun too long." He shrugged before slipping the dry shirt over himself. Luckily it was large enough to cover his form up to mid-thigh while he freed himself from the confines of his soaked pants. His legs were, like the rest of his body, slender but well muscled. All in all, it was almost as if he had been carved from some sort of beautiful stone before the breath of life was given to him.
Pengryf shook his head and laughed. "I swear to god someone carved you into existance." He disappeared around a corner, presumable where the dryer was, with his dry clothes. Turning on the dryer he stuffed the soaked garments into it and set it so that they would dry.
He pulled his own shirt over his head as he walked back into the living room. "Now...tea..."
He froze for a moment as those words sank into his mind. There was something almost familiar about them... Either way, he was relieved that the other man was not present to see his pause.
He quickly slipped the pants on while the other man was gone, holding them at his waist in order to keep them from falling down over his hips. "Tea is a drink made of dried leaves that have been steeped in water, yes?"
"Mostly, yea." He walked into the kitchen to look for something to make. "Sometimes there are other things added too so it tastes different." He stuck his head out of the kitchen, "You can come in here you know."
His brow furrowed slightly as he followed the face peeking out from the kitchen. His movements seemed somewhat awkward as he did so, the large clothing doing little for his comfort as the sleeve slipped down to cover one of his hands. "What do you add to this tea?"
He sniffed the contents of the jar. "Smells like cinnamon." He shrugged and set about making the tea. "I knew they wouldn''t be that big on you." He grinned. Saddly his clothes usually swallowed anyone who tried to wear them.
"Cinnamon is good for many things. Flavor, for one... It can also be used for awareness and protection as well as to attract money and ''security''." He sounded almost as if he were quoting straight from a text book. That tone was lost as he shook his head, eyes watching the other man with curiosity. "They are quite large. If I were to release the pants they would fall."
"Walking book..." He muttered as he set water on the stove to heat. "Probably. Then again, I have seen them worse on others." He leaned against the counter so he could look at Eihwaz. "Not that many people are my, size."
"You frequently let other men walk about in your clothing? Is that not odd?" His brow furrowed and, for a moment, it was all he could do to keep from crossing his arms over his chest. "There are a few who are larger... But they are of other species."
"It has happened on a few occasions." he smirked thinking back to thoes ''occasions''. "Well I am not talking about other species, I am talking about my own." He kept an eye on the water, wanting it to boil faster.
"You have magic. Perhaps it was you who caused the rain. I have read about certain circumstances in which things like that have happened..." A damp lock slipped down over his sun-kissed brow as he turned away from the man. "Perhaps I should leave and seek dryness elsewhere."
"I am an Earth magic user, " A hand raised to the amulet around his neck. "I cant make it rain; wrong element." The amulet was warm in his hand despite the cold water from outside. "If you go back outside while it is still raining them you will just get wet again." He turned and dug into a drawer. "Here..." He tossed a towel at the mage. "Dry your hair off before it gets the rest of you wet again"
An earth mage... His mind swirled around the words as if they should mean something to him. They did, of course. Magic of the earth was tied deeply into that of runes... Even if runes tended to encompass much more than just the element of earth.
He caught the towel in a clumsy sort of manner, stormy gray eyes drifting up to the horned one. He seemed to ponder something for a moment before bringing the towel up to his hair in order to squeeze some of the dampness from it. Of course, it wasn''t his hair he was worried about... It was more a matter of the collar that was settled against his neck. That was the object of the towel''s attention next.
Pengryf watched him. The man really did remind him of a lost puppy. "Why is that collar so important?"
"It simply is." His tones were short and simple as he spoke. There were some things that he had been cautioned to not discuss and the torque he wore ''round his neck was one of those things. "All creatures keep at least one thing sacred."
"True." He looked down at the amulet around his own neck. "Ahh hot water." He snatched the water off the stove and poured it into a pot to steep the tea.
He adjusted the pants at his hips once more before leaning against a nearby wall. Something about that motion made him seem almost... Human. Odd that something so simple could take a bit of the marble-esque stature away from his slender form.
"You remind me of a golem." He remarked as he poured the tea into cups. "Though golem''s are usually ugly and all."
"There are many types of golems... Some are made of rock and are thusly more stone-like than others. I have read about crystal golems; creatures of great reflective beauty." He closed his eyes for a moment in a sort of peaceful thought. "I am neither made of stone nor craved from crystal. I am a man."
"Yea, right." He laughed. "You act like someone that someone else created; something that they taught to be a human but didn''t think to teach you how to be a person." He held out a cup to Eihwaz. "Here."
He took the cup into his hands, slender fingers wrapping around the curved part of the vessel. The warmth sent a strange tingle through the pads of his digits. "Are you always so judgemental of your company?"
"Usually." he smirked. "It makes most peoeple call me an a**." He took a sip of his tea and licked his lips.
"And you like it when others call you such names as barn yard animals?" He raised an eyebrow slightly before pressing the cup of tea to his lips in order to take a sip. Instantly he was caught unaware by the sudden wave of heat washing over his tongue. A sputtering sound errupted from him and it was all he could do to keep from dropping the cup as he coughed.
"That is not what it mea..." He reached over and plucked the cup out of his hands as he coughed. "Why do I get the feeling that you haven''t drunk something hot before...." He looked at the other waiting for him to get a hold of himself.
One hand moved to his throat as he attempted to speak once the bout of coughing had finished. He found himself without words... And with an odd ache on his tongue. Perhaps that was why he could not talk. Instead he simply looked up to the other man, grey eyes swirling with a storm of confusion.
"What? Oh for lords sake...." He got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "Here, drink this."
He eyed the bottle warily before opening it. A sniff was given to the mouth and, only when he was certain that it was nothing more than water, he drank slowly. The coolness eased the sandpaper-like sensations on his tongue slightly... Enough to enable his speech once more. "I suppose I should... Thank you."
"You really haven''t drunk something hot before have you?" He look at the rune user, amazement clear on his face.
"No need to d''ink ''ot t''ings in ''ot climates..." He murmured softly before taking another sip of water. For some reason he felt something akin to the embarrassment that he had read about... Even if he was unsure as to why it was there.
"Well yea, but still. Most people have had a hot drink before. Did you grow up in a cave?" He laughed slighlty shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. The mage looked awfuly cute when he was embarased.
"Am I supposed to be amused by your words?" His brow furrowed darkly. He found no bits of this amusing or anywhere near entertaining. His tongue felt like it was still aflame. This was far worse than the rain.
"No, drink the water before it starts to get warm. It will make your mouth fell better." He tossed back the last of his tea and set the cup on the table.
He was sorely tempted to fight with the tau''s suggestions but the ache in his mouth decided otherwise. Both hands closed around the bottle as he held it to his lips leaving his borrowed clothing to slip into an eased postion low on his hips. Luckly enough the shirt was long enough to cover anything that may have been left exposed by that.
"Helping any?" He reached up and scratched his head beside one of his horns. Being in the same room as something this pretty and not doing anything was starting to make him twitchy.
He shrugged as the bottle was lowered from his lips. Plump pink tongue peeked out from between those tiers, eyes narrowing as they attempted to seek sight of the damage that had been done. "Doeth it look funneh?"
Pengryf laughed as his mind thought up various uses for that pink tongue. "It looks like a tongue, put it back in your mouth."
He promptly pulled the tongue back into his mouth as a dark scowl settled in over his delicate features. "I do not see what is so funny."
"You wouldn''t. It''s not something you would have read in a book." He got up and took his and Eihwaz''s cups to dump them into the sink.
"You do not know that. There are many books on many subjects... You might be suprised." His chest puffed up in his own strange sort of defenses as his eyes followed the sorcerer.
"Ok, then it is not something you discuss when you are trying to be nice." He grinned back over his shoulder, the white markings on his cheek giving his grin a strange look.
"But you are not nice. You have said that others have compared you to barn yard animals, yes?" He took a step towards the other man only to find the pants slipping a bit more. Quickly he scrambled for them, loosing a sleeve from covering his left shoulder in the process. "Your clothing is too large. Are my things dry yet?"
"No, not a barn animal... I though I said this already. And I am trying to be nice. I could be mean if you would prefer that." He turned around, leaning back on the counter again. "Probably not, if you are going to complain that much you could just take them off."
Something about the bite in the other man''s tone caused him to pace backwards two steps whereas he''d just taken one forward. A mask of mixed thoughs and emotions fought with the features of his face before a calm facade slipped into place. A memory tugged at the back of his mind... Just beyond his reach.
He raised a brow. "What?" He had seen the something pass the others face and now he was curious.[/colir]
"Nothing for you to concern yourself over." He said rather shortly before turning his back to the earth mage. It was as true of an answer as the other man was bound to get... Especially since the rune caster wasn''t quite sure what it was that had floated through his thoughts.
"Eh, if you say so." Shoving himself off the counter and headed out of the kitchen and into the living room. He flopped onto the couch, his large form making a nice thumping sound as he hit the cusions, and streched out. "It will be a while more before your stuff is dry so you might as well get comfortable."
He edged cautiously into the living room and found a seat upon a chair. His knees were pulled up to his chest by muscled arms, chin resting upon them in yet another statuesque pose. It didn''t exactly look comfortable... But the saying ''to each their own'' might have been drawn to mind.
The chair gave a warning creak as he sat down but held up; though how long it would last was a good question. Gryf streched happily, one leg resting on the arm of the couch and the other on the floor beside him. "So....mister statue, why were you wandering around in the rain?"
"I am not a statue. I am a man." He repeated much as he had before, lips moving only to form those words before falling still once more. Something had set him at an ill ease... And his tongue was still quite sore. Of course, it was rude to remain silent when someone asked questions. "It was not raining when I began wandering."
"Its just a word, dont take it so litterally," It''s like he has never had a nickname before. He looked over at the mage. "Ok, what were you doing wandering around in the first place?"
"I was..." His eyes closed as he thought back to what he had been doing when the rain started. "Looking for something. I think." When his eyes opened once more there were traces of an innocent confusion lingering in them. He had forgotten... Much had been forgotten...
"Is that why you are here too?" He paused then continued. "I mean here as in this city." He didn''''t want the other to think he meant here as in his house. Lord''s knew it was possible he would take it that way.
"I..." He winced as various thoughts that may have been memories tugged at the corners of his mind. "You ask many questions, Pengryf."
"Is that bad?" He had never been told he asked too many question for asking simple small talk things. Usually those answers were easily forthcomming.
"Questions are only bad when one does not have answers..." Answers. That''s what he had been looking for. "Does this city have a library? I believe that may have been what I was seeking."
"More books." He laughed his arm coming up to lay across his eyes. "I am sure the city has a few, being the size it is. But I would not know where, perhaps....." He thought for a momement that the potion master might know, but after last time he did not relish the though of bothering the pretty thing.
"You laugh as if I jest..." He blinked before innocent eyes shifted to the sorcerer once more. "Is the knowledge that can be gained from books little more than a joke to you, Pengryf?"
"I learned alot from books when I was little, my brother and I spent alot of time reading, but..." He paused, his mind wandering back to when he was a kid. "I learned over the years that you can learn so much more by expierencing it. Nothing can tell you about life but life itself."
"I have yet to find something that books could not give me suitable knowledge of." He shrugged and pushed aside the talk of family. As far as he could remember he had none... At least none that would make sense to bring up at this moment... If only he could remember.
"Oh they can tell you mechanics and give examples, but until you actually do those things that you have read about then you truely don''t know."
"You are saying that knowledge is nothing without experience then?" If that was the truth than everything he knew was faulty... That alone was more reason than anything to find this library. "I do not believe that. Give me an example."
"Magic, you can read how to do it, but until you actuall make it work you dont know how to do it." He thought for a moment. "Same with runes, or with cooking, sex, walking, talking.....anything really." He flicked is bangs off his face.
"Untrue. Reading runes leads to knowing how to use them. They must be read in order to be reinforced... Thus their knowledge is useful." He huffed softly as he lifted his chin from his knees, letting one leg stretch out while the other remained pulled firmly to his chest. "As for these other things... I am able to walk just fine. Talking came naturally after learning to read and form words... Cooking is best left to cooks and... Sexual actions? I have read much about those. They do not intrest me."
"But until you DO the things you read about you didnt know how to do them. Your mind might have known the mechanics but you really didnt know." He raised a brow at the last comment. "Boy, you are missing out."
"I do not see what I am ''missing out'' on. It all seems quite foolish and not at all comfortable. The pictures and their discriptions were quite graphic." He blinked once more as he shrugged. This ''mating'' was pointless. Especially for one who felt no sort of attraction or physical need for anything like that. It simply didn''t make sense.
He laughed, this time hard enough to almost cause him to fall off the couch. "Foolish? probably. But ******** does it feel good." He moved his arm off his head enough to see the other. "But, to each his own. You would rather deal with paper than with flesh."
He seemed almost... Angry. That was a new one for him... At least as far as the earth mage was concerned. "I do not see what is so entertaining. Flesh, parchment, silk and stones... Few can tell the difference when it comes to what they find passion in. Some books spoke of women and creatures... One union made a minataur... Much like yourself; with barn yard characteristics."
"Hey! I resent that remark." He frowned and settled his arm back over his eyes. "I am not a minataur...." He had alwas been called an Ox, and the horns didnt help that image much. "Whatever, you like to read, I like to ********. Everyone is allowed their own vices."
"Horned and stubborn like a bull. Close enough." He huffed as he stood. His motions could have been more dramatic had he not been clinging to the waist band of his pants. "You can not compare reading and gaining knowledge to something as simple as two bodies placed together in awkward positions. There is nothing that can be learned from anything like that."
"You''d be suprised." He didn''t move from his position on the couch. He really didn''t feel like argueing. It was going to get him nowhere at this point so it was a little useless. I''m not a ******** ox.
"One cannot be suprised by what one already knows." He gave a ''matter-o-fact'' nod before tilting his head towards the room where his clothing had been taken. Something about this entire situation was making him feel highly uneased.
"But you dont know." Ge muttered. Books didnt know anything about life. He tried that once then had the real thing thrown in his face.
"What makes you so certain that I do not know? Perhaps you take the knowledge that one can gain from within the pages of a number of volumes for granted. It has served me well in my time..." How long had that time been? He looked to be at least twenty... Was he older? Younger?
"Because books lie." His voice was quiet but there was a strange kind of pain behind the words. "They are written by people and people lie. They dont know..."
His facial features softened and it almost seemed as if he shifted back. He wasn''t aware of defeat... And yet that''s what he may have been feeling. "I have offended you somehow after you have been a gracious host. If I may have my things I will be on my way."
"If I really took notice of how many times people offended me ever day i would get no where in life." He sat up and pulled himself off the couch. Walking past Eihwaz he pulled the dryer open and dug out the others clothing. "It hasent stopped raining yet..." He looked up at the ceiling as he held out the clothing to the other mage.
"Clothing dries... And you have told me that my collar will not rust." He muttered as his cheeks filled with a funny feeling that left them tinged with a ruddy color beneath their bronze. He took his gray robe along with his sandy colored pants and shirt, turning his back to the earth mage in order to slip out of the borrowed garment that was far too large for him.
Without hands to hold up the loose fabric of the pants the waistband was left to hang low upon his hips, exposing the slight curve of upper thighs along with a brief peek of a backside that had been burnished gold by the sun as well. Of course, as was the case with all things, the view did not last forever... As the shirt was pulled into place his flesh was taken from the other man''s view... Should he have been looking.
Gryf shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It looked like the rest of his spare money was going to be spend trawling taverns tonight looking for something to keep him company for the night. "As long as you dont let it air dry it will be fine..."
He pulled his robe on next so that the rest of his form would be covered when he dropped the borrowed pants. Slender fingers wrapped around the waist band of his own clothing as he tugged them up over shapely legs. When he turned round he found himself closer to the other man that he thought he had been, eyes blinking in a strange sort of suprise. "I will have to dry again before entering the library... They will not let me in near the books covered in moisture."
"Yea, can''t have you soaking the books... Here" He dug around under a table and pulled out an umbrella. "Useful thing...take it."
He retrieved his pouch from where he had left it upon entering the home and pulled from it a few silver pieces. "It is not much... But I believe I said I would compensate you for the inconvenience... And now for this strange contraption that you are giving me."
"Keep the money, and don''t tell me you have never seen an umbrealla?" He waved the money away and looked down at the umbrella.
Perhaps it would have been wise to mention that most of the books he had read were things of the past... Long forgotten tomes of magic that could now be considered myths along with other things. Of course, he wouldn''t have known that... "Fine. I will not tell you."
"Oh lords..." He shook his head. "You really are a puppy... I shouldn''t be letting you wander around alone." He couldn''t help it. He had always had a thing for lost little animals, and sadly this man reminded him too much of a spoiled puppy who had been left alone. "I''ll help you look for a libary, I know a few people who might know where one is."
"How many times must I tell you that I am a man, Pengryf? Do you truly doubt it?" His eyes narrowed as he returned the umbrella to the other man''s hands. "I will be fine. A library could not be too hard to find..."
"Yea, yea... I still say you remind me of a puppy." He poked Eihwaz on his forehead. "I also said I would help you look. So get over it." He hoisted the umbrella over his head. "Come on, if you want to find it."
All of a sudden his eyes felt extremely heavy and, before he could do anything otherwise, he felt himself toppling towards the other man. Somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that sleep was necissary... Just like food and drink... One day he would remember that... But for now? He would rest.
Gryf turned and caught the other. "Well well, the statue does sleep." he laughed and hoisted the other up to move him to the cough. "Figures, I have a pretty thing on my couch and, for once, he''s not sleeping because of me." He would have to go hunt up his help to figure out what the hell was wrong with this one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 7:13 pm
___// Lessons in Life Upon entering the apartment everything would seem perfect... Save for the fact that there was no slender form taking up space on the couch. Instead of a body there was a piece of paper with a simple 'thank you' written upon it along with a piece of gold... And a delicate pair of glasses.
"It appears as if your little bird has flown the coop, Pengryf... Probably couldn't stand being trapped in your rooms a moment longer." He snorted softly as he leaned against the doorway, a solid smirk happily in place upon his face.
He stared at the glasses for a moment. "He is going to get lost and get in ********." He snatched the glasses off the table, ignoring the note and the gold. "I have to find him."
Sebastian leaned against Aneliad, a brow raised as Pengryf went after the glasses.
"If the man had enough sense to leave you in the dust I'm sure he'll do just fine out in the world." He chuckled as he uncrossed his arms in order to wrap them around Sebastian, leaning his chin on the other man's shoulder.
He rested his arms on the others as a grin settled onto his face.
"Woah there, Coegwyr..." He reluctantly released Sebastian, pushing the other man gently away from him so that he could put himself between Pengryf and the door. "What makes you think this man wants to be found? He left here, afterall..."
"He dosent understand, he's not normal....he is going to get hurt." He glared down at his brother. "Get out of my way." What did his brother care, he had the cute little blonde boy to deal with he should leave his brother to his own devices.
"And you're the lord of all things normal?" He snorted as his fiery brow furrowed. "No. I'm not moving. Besides... You're a rotten tracker. What makes you think you'd have any luck finding something that didn't want to be found? Unless there's some sort of blood tie... Or bond."
"I never said i was....that is not the point. Ane he is going ot get into trouble." He fiddled with the glasses slighlty. "If i have to hunt the entire city i will." It couldent be that hard, the man liked books so he would be somewhere around lots of them.
"Since when does Pengryf Tawr give a damn if anyone other than himself gets in trouble?" He huffed as his eyes narrowed. "As for searching the entire city? 'Tis a city the size of a continent, coegwyr... You truly think you could track him?"
He glared at his brother. "You wouldent understand, you are more self centered than i am." He brushed his hair off his face. "He likes books, so i will hunt through the libaries, he has to be in one...or maybe at a school...."
The alchemist looked between the brother and sighed. "Ane....help him before he begs, I really dont want to see that."
"I?" He flat out laughed, brushing aside Sebastian's request that he aide his brother. "I am self centered? Fool... I'm not the one who took all that I could, even at the price of others." He shook his head. Gryf wouldn't learn... He would never understand the great lengths that he had gone to in order to see to the safety of others. "'Tis Sunday... Libraries are closed."
He shook his head. "You dont get it..." he was right though, the libaries were closed. "Well that is where he was going i suspect....."
"You don't get it either." He said simply before stepping aside, slipping one of his arms through that of the alchemist without quite knowing why. Let Pengryf go on his wild goose chase... He'd have no part in it.
He grit his teeth and looked down at the glasses in his hand. "Ane....you have to help me find him." For all that Pengryf had always been the strong one he sounded defeated for once.
"I do?" He raised an eyebrow, trying to hide at least half of his amusement at the sounds in his brother's voice.
He didnt grace that with an answer. Why the hell would he need his brothers help, he could find Eihwaz on his own he didnt need his brother being as a** when he was trying to help someone.
"Ane...."
The soft sound of the first part of his name falling from Sebastian's lips drew his eyes towards the alchemist. An eyebrow raised slightly as if questioning the other man. "You would have me help him?"
"For all that he deserves to have to do it himself, yes." He looked up at the archer. "What harm could it do? I have a feeling who ever it is that he is looking for can take care of themselves in reguards to the boar."
His eyes went wide as he reguarded the alchemist. If the words hadn't come straight from the mouth as he watched it move he might not have belived it. "... Fine." He said simply as his face fell blank, eyes shifting back towards his brother. "Let me see the glasses."
Sebastian wrapped his arms around the archer. He felt bad for asking him to do something for the brother he hated so much but the sooner they did something the sooner they wouldent have to see Pengryf anymore.
Reluctantly he handed the glasses over to his brother. "Here..."
He reached down slowly in order to remove Sebastian's arm from his body before taking the glasses into his hands. The frames were delicate but the glass itself was thick enough. He held them up to the light for a moment and was suprised to find that he could see perfectly through the lenses. "Odd... He doesn't use these to see..." He shook his head before closing his own eyes, focusing his thoughts upon the creature that wore the frames upon its face. "Not far from here... Lost... But determined." He smirked as he opened his eyes. "I think he wants his glasses back."
"Not far is good..." he remembered for a moment when his brother had used thoes tallens freely for him, but thoes days were long gone. "Can we go look now?"
He let go of the archer adn stayed near him.
He tossed the glasses into the air, knowing that Pengryf would catch them as if they were his own. Something about that struck a chord in the back of his mind. It was very unlike his brother... To show care for anything other than himself or his own. "Aye... The sooner we do so the sooner I may be on my way."
He did catch the glasses and was careful not to harm them as he stuck the frames into a pocket. "lead the way then, i wouldent wnat to keep you from what ever it was you were doing."
Sebastian kept his mouth shut, afraid that he had offended Aneliad somehow.
He snorted as he turned from the room, boots silently padding through the hall and down the stairs. "You know well what I was doing... I believe you saw more than was necissary." He ignored the look from the man seated at the base of the stairs as he slipped outside, tilting his head to the wind as if listening for it to tell him something of great importance.
He followed Aneliad, not wanting to be far from him. People still buged him, the taurus dou mostly. He grumbled slighlty as he had to walk outside. "i would much rather still be in bed."
Not really wanting to follow his brother but doing so anyway he headed out of his appartment, locking it behidn him. "where to oh master of the hunt?"
"If you're going to insist on being a b*****d about this I'm going to leave you to your own devices and be done with this mess..." He remarked upon the almost distinct note he caught in his brother's voice. He knew when Gryf was reluctant... It showed in everything he did.
"I am not being a b*****d, that was a complement of sorts." He watched his brother and the alchemist as he steped out into the street with them.
No sooner had he moved to follow a 'path' that had been pointed out to him than he heard something rather off. Or rather, it just seemed off. He was sure that somewhere something like that was perfectly normal... It was just a matter of finding out where that somewhere was.
"Foolish ruined map. How can it be that I can read it more easily now than I could when it was whole?"
The Alchemist fiddled with his sleeves as he followed the archer. He liked watching him do whatever it was he was doing, it made him look, well, he looked even more desireable than he did before.
He stalked along after the two, absently staring at Sebastian's backside, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He hoped that the other mage was alright and hadent done something stupid while he was out.
He left the two to stand where they were... Sebastian with his thoughts and Gryf with his... It was probably a good idea that Aneliad knew not where his brother's gaze was drifting or the voice would have gone forgotten.
When he found the source of the voice he stopped, raising an eyebrow every so slightly as he attempted to figure out what exactly he was looking at. There was a map nearly as large as a man with a great gaping hole in the middle. It certainly couldn't have been of much use... "Excuse me... You wouldn't happen to be lost, would you?"
"No. I am not lost. I know where I am. I just do not know where I am going." He smiled in his awkward manner before turning the map so that his face was covered once more.
"Eihwaz!" Pengryf recognized the voice instantly, having to listen to it make strange comments the night before had stuck it in his mind. "What are you doing with, well that!" He stalked forward and poked at the destroyed map.
"I am finding my way around the city." He nodded as he spoke in a way that seemed to question Gryf's sanity. How on earth was it that the other man couldn't see what he was doing? Wasn't it clear?
He ran fingers slowly back through his hair as eyes darted back and forth between the two. Wonderful... Idiot meets Odd.
"You are missing half of the city." He bend the map at the middle so he could look at the mage. "Didn't i tell you that i would help you look for libaries, besides they are closed today, and you left you glasses." He completly ignored how he sounded.
Sebastian snickered and covered up the sound with his hand. Oh lord he sounds like the poor mans father.
"And did I not tell you that I could find it on my own?" His brow furrowed as his map was folded, grey eyes darkening slightly. "Can I have my glasses now? I paid you for letting me sleep on your couch so you do not have to keep them in exchange for any sort of fee."
"See. I told you he didn't need your help, coegwyr... Now give him his glasses and let him be on his way." He wasn't as kind as Sebastian and, rather than cover his amusement, he laughed aloud as he spoke.
"You....oh the gold." He had really ignored the money left on his table. "******** that, you are going to get yourself into trouble. Besides you passed out, why the HELL arent you resting!" Couldent he see that he was draning himself?
"Alright, that is just wrong..." He snickered again. For all that Pengryf was an a** he was at least amusing.
"I do not require rest!" His voice actually raised for the first time, squeaking a bit as it did so. "I do not wish to '********' that. I wish to have my glasses back."
It was all Aneliad could do to keep from howling as he listened to the petite man give his brother the what for... Even if it was in such an odd manner.
"You passed out!, you do too need rest." He couldent believe it. "What do you think you are, a machine? People need sleep, you need sleep and you can have your glasses back after you rest."
He inched closer to Aneliad. "Why do i get the feeling this is going to end wrongly?"
"I did not... Pass out. I went to sleep and then I woke up. I have rested. Return my glasses to me or I..." He closed his eyes to think for a moment. Upon opening, stormy gray orbs lifted up to Pengryf. "I will report you to the proper authorities... Once I can find them." He then pulled his map back up to his face so that he could search for an area marked 'authorities'.
And that was all that Aneliad needed in order to laugh. A hearty chuckle bubbled over his lips only to dance through the air. This was wonderful... Just wonderful.
"Ane, shut the hell up!" He roared at his brother before turning back to the mage. "You passed out, that is not sleeping, and standing here looking for something with out a name is going to make you do it again." He snatched the map. "Ok, i get you can take care of yourself but please, for the love of the Gods, chill out and take a break!"
He stared at Pengryf's back before laughing himself. "Oh lords...." Well at least this was an intresting intruption to his, well his cuddling.
"I slept on the couch and when I woke up you were gone so I left. It was a mistake to leave my glasses and, after talking to my friend, I remembered that I had left them behind. If you will kindly give them to me I can be on my way..." He crossed his arms over his chest as the map was taken from him. "You are not nice."
"Oh boy... That's the understatement of the year." He snorted as he tried to catch his breath. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his brother this flustered... It had to have been sometime back when they were children.
"I was gone cause you passed out and i didnt know why so i went to get him." He pointed back at Sebastian. "So figure out what happened. I never said i was nice! I was worried!" He snapped.
Sebastian blinked as he was pointed at and raised a brow at the stranger. "That woudl be correct, I supose.."
"I do not see why you will not let me have what is rightfully mine." He huffed as an almost child-like pout passed over the features of his face.
It was the tone of the strange man's voice that drew him from his laughter. For some reason he felt a tug of pity. "Gryf... Just give the guy his glasses and let him be. If he doesn't want your help then he doesn't want it."
"Wha....oh ... ********, whatever." he pulled the glasses out of his pocket and held the out to Eihwaz. "Here, take them, forgive me for being worried....." He grumbled. He hated his brother, he really did....in all his logicial golry.
"Can i go home now...i missed my beauty sleep thanks to a certian boar..."
"Thank you." He muttered as he took the glasses from Pengryf's hands. He polished them carefully before slipping them onto his nose. "You should not have been worried. I am an educated man who can take care of himself."
He shook his head slowly. Trying to figure out Gryf was one thing... But trying to figure out why this new man made Gryf act the way he did? A few thoughts came to mind, all of which were foolish.
"You cant even drink tea!" He squaked. "You may be educated but you missed that whole section on 'real life' that is why i was worried." He shook his head. "For all i know someone could have messed up that pretty little head and told you somethign stupid."
"Ane.....i wnat to go home." He tugged on Aneliad's hand as he looked up at the archer a cute little pout on his face.
"My head does not appear to be 'messed up', does it? I know that my hair must look rather silly... But that is only because I could not find a comb to fix it." His brow furrowed as his glasses slipped down over his nose only to be pushed back up onto his face again. "One should not worry about what one knows nothing about."
He nodded before offering his arm to Sebastian once more. "Aye... Pen... You now know where to find me for the moment. Knock next time and maybe you'll be greeted in a more plesant manner.
"Umm.....There is not a reasonable answer for that." He faultered for a moment then started again. "Nevermind. Look just come back with me, there are no libaries open to day and i know you havent had food or anything." He ignored his brother, not wanting to think of how he had walked in on the two.
"Infact, just dont come looking for me...it is easier that way." He grinned and tuged Aneliad away from the other two. He wanted to go home and crawl back into bed and snooze for the rest of the day. The world could deal with him not opening his shop.
"How do you know? I could have had food while I was out with my friend." He nodded, unsure as to whether or not he cared for the way Pengryf was treating him. Afterall... He was a man. Not a child.
"And you told me to be nice..." He snorted at Sebastian before turning back towards the alchemist's house... He was certain that they'd see Pengryf again... Even if he had no desire to do so.
"Did you?" His mind was basically warring withitself as he spoke to the mage. Half of it wanted to good explination why he care since the other mage was not himself or giving him something useful and the other wanted to scoop him up and drag him back home so he could be forced into bed.
"No. But that is not the point. I was not hungry. I do not require food at this moment." There was no point in telling the sorcerer a story. Afterall, sorcerers often had strange ways of telling the truth... In books, at least.
"You passed out and didnt eat. You need sleep and food, common knowledge." He crossed his arms and looked down at Eihwaz.
"How often must I tell you that I went to sleep?" He grumbled as his gaze met that of the other man. "I ate yesterday... I believe." Actually, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember when he had last let food pass over his lips. He just hadn't felt that urge... Hungry, was it?
"yesterday?" He blinked. "You are supose to eat at least 3 times a day.....not 'yesterday'" He couldent believe what he was hearing. Whoever had raised this one needed to be smacked with a frying pan.
"I know that." His brow darkened yet again. "I have read books on the value of nutrition... At least one says that you should not eat unless you are hungry. I was not hungry." That said, he began to walk past Pengryf. He didn't feel like talking about this anymore.
"Books again..." he sighed. He just didnt get it, you couldent believe everything you read, some books were just too out of date to relie on. "I was going to offer to make you lunch, but if you dont wnat it fine, pass out in the street and see what happens."
All of this talk of food made the area around his stomach feel... Strange. His eyes closed as his arms wrapped around his middle, a groan passing over his plush lips. For some odd reason the last thing he wanted was for the sorcerer to be right about something.
"Ei? You alright?" He turned around and peered at the mage.
"I am fi--" He winced as he stood there, muscular arms drawing tight around his slender form. "No. My stomach hurts. It is your fault."
"Why is it my fault?" he stared and walked after the mage. "I didnt do anything."
"It did not hurt until you began talking about food." He turned to scowl at the other man, deciding at that moment that Pengryf must be some sort of trouble.
"Told you that you needed to eat." He set a hand on the others shoulder. "Come on, I will get you something."
"No. If I go with you then you will try to keep my glasses again." He huffed as he tried to pull his shoulder out from beneath the other mage's grasp. Of course, in the process, he would end up stumbling slightly; feet losing their footing on a loose piece of cobblestone.
He caught the stumbling man and set him back on his feet. "I dont need your glasses, and besides you look better withouth them."
"I do not care if my face is pleasing without the presence of my glasses... They are mine and I will wear them." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone as he looked up to Pengryf. "Why are you fretting over a man you do not know?"
"If i knew that answer i would nto be, but i cant just let you fall on your face, that would be rude. Do you want lunch or not?" People really shouldent babble like that but most days the Taurus's brawn caught up with him and ate his brain.
"But... You are rude. And not very nice. The way you spoke to the man with the red hair proved that to be true." He nodded as he attempted to move once more, foot catching on the trailing hem of his robes. it seemed almost as if he couldn't win today.
"That is my brother, and we hate eachother so that is nothing new. I wasent rude to you before." He litterally picked Eihwaz up and set him on his feet. "Try not to walk on your robe."
"I do not need you to tell me how to walk. I have been walking for..." He paused for a moment. How long was it that he had been walking? "Long enough... And one should not hate family. Sometimes family is the only link to the past the one may have."
"And some people would rather not have a past." He muttered. "never mind, you didnt answer my question."
"I would not mind remembering bits of my past..." He said softly before sighing. "I suppose that I should eat some sort of food. But I will pay you for this lunch as well."
He rolled his eyes. "You dont have to , come on." He paused for a moment. "So that is why you never seem to say anything that was before, well here.....you dont remember?"
"No. I remember where I was before I came through the portal that brought me here." He blinked. It was other things that he didn't remember... Things like a childhood. Didn't most men his age have those?
"Ok, where you were is different from 'where' you were." he shook his head, that actually made his brain hurt slightly.
"I do not understand." He looked so confused as he stood there in his oversized robes, glasses slipping down along his nose once more. A slender finger moved to nudge them back into place as he tilted his head towards Pengryf. "What sort of lunch were you going to make?"
"I dont either, for get i said it." He shruged. "What ever i have in the fridge....rice maybe."
"Rice..." He pondered for a moment. "I do not believe I have had that before. Does it have a plesant flavor? Will it hurt my tongue like your... Tea?"
"You've nev....never mind. It tastes, well, that depends on what you put on it, but no, as long as you let it cool allittle before eating it." He grinned. Talking to the mage was more amusing by the minute.
"What do you put on your rice? Does it lack flavor unless you put something on it?" He questioned as he stepped up beside the other mage, intent upon finding out all that he could about this strange new thing that he would be eating
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"No, it tastes like rice, but i cant explain that other than it tastes like rice. You can put anything on it. I am particular to butter or soy sauce though."
"Butter. That is used to cook many things. It is good with fish." He nodded. Fish was one of the things that he recalled having quite a bit of. "Can we go inside now?"
"Yea, fish is good." He walked inside and headed for his appartment and kitchen. "So then we shall put butter on your rice."
"Some fish are not good. They bite. I read about piranhas..." He then went on to list some of the most boring details about the fish as he walked up the stairs, coming to a halting conclusion only as he entered the other man's apartment.
Pengryf had listened and was trying not to laugh by the end of it. "Right....yea, that is why people cook the kill the fish before they eat them."
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 7:15 pm
___// Lessons Continue Rather than talk about killing things, he changed the subject, letting his eyes trail about the apartment. "The library is closed today... Do you have any books that I can look at while you cook? Or would you like me to assist you somehow?"
"You would probably hurt yourself." He grinned. "i have a few....somwehre." He really did have a few books, though they probably wouldent intrest the other. "Have a look around"
He looked around the living room for a moment and, when he found nothing other than some sort of book based on fiction sitting on the coffee table in the living room, he moved on to the next room. His robes swished as he slipped down the hall, head tilting to the side as he peeked in the various rooms. "Where do you keep them?"
"They are just all over..." He was digging through a cabnite in search of a pan to cook the rice.
His delicate brow furrowed at the indirect answer he recieved. If Pengryf wasn't going to give him a direct response he would merely have to continue looking on his own. That being the case, he let himself into what he took to be the sorcerer's sleeping chambers, smiling when he spotted what looked like a book shelf.
He complety forgot about what kinds of books he had in his room, insted he was worried about not messign up the rice. He hummed to himself as he cooked and got out plates and butter for the rice.
He padded towards the bookshelf, slender fingers slipping tenderly over the bindings of the books as if they were something more than what they were. Eyes narrowed in as he took in the titles... All seemed... Strange. Probably more picture books like the ones he had been shown back when...
His mind went blank as he pulled one down from the shelf, flipping through the pages until he found something that caught his eye. He tilted his head to the side, one eyebrow raising as his eyes went wide. "Goodness... That is not natural."
"Did you find them?" Pengryf's voice floated down the hall. He watched the rice suck up the water as he set plates on the table.
"Yes." He called back to Pengryf as he eased back onto the bed. His finger flipped the page, eyes trailing slowly over the words. Most of the things seemed beastly and he could barely understand how one could find pleasure in being tied to anything... Let alone being turned in a position like that.
"Rice is almost ready!" He pulled it off the stove and fluffed it with a fork. "How much butter do you want on yours?" He started scooping the fluffy stuff out into bowls as he called down the hall at the mage.
His mind, lost in the words that he was reading along with the images that he was seeing, neglected to hear the words of the sorcerer. His brows remained furrowed in a look of something akin to disturbance as he gazed upon the book. How on earth could the mage read anything like this?
"Eihwaz!" He shouted down the hall. "Food!" what the hell did he find ba.....oh s**t...
Once more he ignored the call of the mage, eyes eyes going wide as he turned the page to a full blown image of something that was certainly not described in the book that he had been instructed on. The delicate features of his face were stuck on shock... And an odd sort of sympathy for the pain that the man pictured must be feeling.
He set covers on the bowls and went in search of Eihwaz. "Ei....food, its warm....." He looked into his room. "What are you looking at?"
For some reason he felt his cheeks flush as he looked up at Pengryf. "You have... Books on torture in your bedroom. I believe I should be... On my way."
"No i don....." He looked at the cover of the book the mage has in his hands. "Give me that! That is not torture, its sex."
"That is most certainly not what I read about in other books." He pulled the book away from Pengryf, hiding it behind his back as he moved to stand. "It looks painful. Worse than drinking tea."
"Its not basic sex....its, well....other stuff." He tried to reach around the other for the book. "Its not painful, the rice is getting cold."
"I do not want to eat with you. How do I know you will not try to torture me? You might have put something in this rice." Paranoid much? He stepped back out of the sorcerer's reach, grey eyes swirling with distrust.
"Why would I do....look sex is supose to be concentual, the stuff in that book is for people who want to try it cause it intrests them." He huffed. "I didnt put anything in the rice, cept butter cause you said you liked butter."
"I do not trust a man who keeps books of torture in his chambers. Why would you have literature on something that you did not plan to use for some purpose?" He held the book out, waggling it in the air between himself and Pengryf. "Stand back, rogue!"
"Cause it is not torture! Its Sex!" He stared at the mage, didnt he get it. "I know you read about that. That book is just other forms if it."
"Books speak of people being chained in dungeons as torture! I do not wish to be tortured. It does not seem plesant at all." He found himself glarring at the other man, arms crossing as he kept the book in hand. "I told you to stand back."
"That is cause some people like that kind of stuff." he sighed. "And i told you to give me the book and go eat the rice."
"I do not have to listen to you. I will not return to you this volume on pain so that you may practice it on others. You... Should be punished!" He huffed as his features took on a stoic stance. "I do not want your tainted rice either."
"I've never done that to... no wait there was that one guy, but he asked for it, never mine. Give me the book!" He tried to snatch the others robe so he could get at the book. "You want the rice, i know you are hungry"
"Unhand me!" The brief bout of composure faultered as he pulled away from Gryf, swinging the book at the sorcerer instead. "I will not be your victim. I do not want your rice."
He grabed the book and the arm that swung it. "I'm not going to do anythign to you!" He stated. "Stop being an idiot adn go eat teh rice."
"I am not an idiot. I am an educated man." Anger began to bubble up within him. It wasn't a completely unknown emotion as it had been easier to come in contact with than others, but that didn't mean he cared for it. He tugged his wrist against Gryf's grasp, eyes narrowing as he did so. His lips formed a strangely seductive pout... For once, he truly looked as a person would look. "Release me."
"Don't pout like that." He snipped. "And you are being an idiot, spazing over a book like that." He didnt let go of the other mage. "I will let go if you promise to go eat the rice."
"I will look as I wish and you cannot stop me." He snapped in return as another tug was given in response to the other man's grasp. "I told you that I do not want your rice. I do not want anything from you." Sun-kissed features twisted with his anger, bringing a new life to the chisled features of stone.
"You were starving five minuets ago! You want the rice, you are just being picky cause you found a book you dont like" He dropped the book on his bed and threatened to pick up the mage and haul him into the kitchen.
"It is not the book that I do not like. I do not like the intentions that one posessing such a book may have." He attempted to back away once more only to find himself cornered between the bed and the mage. His body swayed slightly as his legs brushed against the mattress, eyes remaining steady in their emotion. "Leave me be."
"I have no such intentions unless someone offers" He snarled. He didnt like his intentions being called into question, espically when he was being nice to someone.
"I do not believe you!" He crossed his arms over his chest once more as if that would somehow protect him from the earth mage. "I am certain that you torture people... Just like that book said."
"I have never tortured a person in my life!" He really hadent, though he had killed quite a few. He grabed the mage by the collar of his robe. "There is nothing wrong with what is in that book, it is just different from normal"
"Release me or... I shall put a curse on you." He bluffed horribly. He could no more curse Pengryf than he could make his horns disappear... But that wasn't the point. The point was the fact that he was angry and this creature was not letting him be. "It is wrong. It appears to be painful. The look on their faces. It is clearly torture. Let me go!"
"You cant curse me and you knwo it." He snarled. He was pissed, and he didnt get pissed often. Why couldent the mage shut up and listen to him. "That is not torture, its pleasure, the expressions are remarkably simalier."
"Let go of me!" He huffed as his arms dropped to his sides. He was sorely tempted to take a swing at the larger mage. "Pleasure is marked by a smile or happiness. It is not marked by a face contorted by pain. Let. Me. Go."
"Like you would even know! You havne never done it so you have NO idea what any of that stuff actually is." He let Eihwaz go, but only enough to force the other to sit back on the bed.
"I know many things." He let loose his equivalent of a growl as he attempted to rise to his feet once more. "I will not stay here against my will. Let me pass."
"You dont know s**t!" He set his hands on the others shoulders to keep him from getting up. "You are staying until you eat the ******** rice and get through you skill what i am trying to tell you."
"The moment you turn to retrieve your rice I will leave." His glare darkened as he looked up to Pengryf. Smooth cheeks were ruddy from the fiery anger building within and lips were plush and parted slightly; ready to fire off his next retort. His eyes blazed with the brilliance of a storm waiting to consume the skies.
"Gods ********..." The Taurus couldent take it anymore, he had been being nice, he had made the other one lunch and he was getting repaied by getting called a torturer. This was not going to cut it, and it didnt help that the mage was looking at him like that. He grabed the other by the back of his skull and pressed a kiss to the lips that had been torturing him since morning.
His lips went rigid as the other man's tiers pressed to his. Shock... That was the first sensation. He had not been expecting this. Not in the least. A squeak forced its way out of somewhere in his throat as his lips softened, growing more accustomed to the presence of the others.
He kissed the other softly, tongue slipping out to brush across the mages lips. His back hurt from bending over so far but he didnt care. It was too good. He would show the obstinate mage what he was missing if it killed him.
His muscles became as solid as stone as the muscle pressed between his lips. Arms uncrossed so that one hand could press against the sorcerer's chest, presumably to push him away. For some reason he could not find the strength to make the man leave him.
He kneeled on the bed beside the other man, turning his head so that the kiss was not broken and tried to gently coax a reaction out of him. Why the hell do i care?
A groan of protest passed over his lips and into the continued kiss. Slender fingers tightened on the other man's shirt and, if one wasn't sure as to what certain sounds were meant to be, one might be convinced that the rune caster was not protesting at all. The features of his face were furrowed slightly as he fought to remain indifferent, reminding himself that he had no interest in such things as this.
His hand slid around to cup the others jaw, his thumb sliding across the others cheek softly. The mage would get it if he just stoped being a prude and actually did something that felt good for once, Gryf was convinced of this.
'Fighting' was getting him nowhere. It seemed as if the other man was simply too dense to comprehend that this was not what he wanted. The slight arch of his body that was an attempt to raise from the bed could have been taken as something more... As could the softness of his lips as the closed around the horned one's tongue.
He groaned quietly and wrapped his other arm around the mage. Useing his stregenth if shifted the smaller man over and into his lap as he presses a little more forcefuly into the kiss. He knew he could make Eihwaz want it, if it took him all day.
His body was reacting in ways that he had never experienced before; cheeks flooding with an unknown warmth and pulse jumping. For a moment he wondered if the other man was poisoning him. He parted his lips from those of the sorcerer in order to utter soft words. "Please d--" The last word was drowned out by a gasp of suprise as he was shifted into the mage's lap. How on earth would he get away now?
He shifted his kisses to the mage's jaw and neck. His skin tasted like sunlight and the flavor intrigued the earth mage. His arms settled firmly around the others waist as he nuzzled at his jaw and pressed a kiss just below his ear.
He didn't understand and, aparantly, neither did the stubborn man seated beneath him. His body shifted in Pengryf's lap, eyes going wide when he felt something brush against his thigh. He bit down on his lower lip in order to mask this new feeling... Something that he was almost certain was fear. It made him sweat and it caused a lump to rise in his throat... What else could it be?
A growl rumbled in the larger mans chest and he nuzzled under the others collar to get at his neck and shoulders. He could get addicted to this flavor. He could feel the man start to respond, even if he didnt understand it, and knew he was at elast gettign somewhere.
The nuzzling caused his robes to slide slightly from his shoulders but his sleeveless shirt remained nicely in place. He supposed that he could be thankful for at least that. He would try once more to get the mage to desist. "Please..." He spoke in tones so pitiful that any with a soul would find hard to deny... Such a shame that it was unclear as to what he was saying 'please' about.
He nuzzled under the collar of the mage's other shirt to find more of that sunkissed skin. He could hear the noises that Eihwaz was making and grinned. At least he kinda gets it His arms pulled tighter to press the other closer to him.
He groaned as he was pulled to Pengryf's chest, fingers tightening in a way that caused perfectly rounded nails to claw through fabric. Stubborn bull-headed mage wasn't going to listen to him. He was stuck.
He left the mages shoulder to once again press his lips to thoes of his trapped companion. His hands, which to this point had remained idle, started to wander across the others back.
The muscles of his back drew tense beneath the brute's touches. He had never felt anything like this before; a combination of chills and warmth. Perhaps he was getting sick.
Quickly his hands moved to the front of the mages robe and found the fasteners holding it shut and him away from the others body. As soon as the buttons weer undone the horned ones hands were inside and wandering across the others body once more.
His mind was begining to swim. Something about this whole situation caused thoughts to flee alongside words that could have come to his aide. He didn't want to be a part of this and yet he found his body leaning against Pengryf's, another groan passing over his lips.
"See..." He whispered as he pulled his mouth slightly away from the others. "Torture does not feel this good." His fingers wandered under the shirt the mage had on, warm skin to warm skin.
He parted his lips to protest once more only to find himself leaning in to capture the mage's lips once more. Anger had faded into a strange curiosity that resembled a child with a new toy... Or a boy with a new book. His lips tasted nothing like he had ever eaten before and the feel of his fingers was softer than any fabric. He truly did not understand... And he wanted to.
... ... ...
His slender form shuddered as fingertips dug into the other man's shoulders. Tears formed in his eyes as he squeezed them tightly shut, completely lost as to what was happening or why he reacted as he did.
He didnt let go of the other until the mage's body had relaxed once more. He leaned up, looking at the mage as he lay on his bed. He should have said something, but nothing would come past his lips.
The tears that he had attempted to hold back by the tightly closed lids began to trickle down over glowing cheeks. Teeth bit down on his lip as he tried to keep back any sound other than that of his ragged breathing. Now that it was over his mind was reeling... There were so many things that he couldn't grasp... So many new feelings and emotions.
He blinked and crawled up the bed to where Eihwaz was laying. "Ei....." He brushed the tears off the others cheeks. "********, im sorry Ei...."
He parted his lips in order to respond to the other man only to find the tears falling harder for some reason. As he moved to curl up his body brushed against Pengryf's, hands falling from the man's shoulders in order to draw around his own chest. He looked so fragile as he did this, as if made of blown glass rather than marble.
He pulled the other against him, rolling hte mage onto hsi side. "I'm sorry imsorryimsorryimsorry." He babbled over and over. He had never, he hadent ment to, he just.....
He shook his head in the negative as his body was drawn against the solid form of the earth mage. He didn't want apologies... That wasn't why he was leaking. "I... Do not understand...." He said between soft sobs, glasses clouded by the salt from his tears.
He pulled Eihwaz's glases off and set them away from the two incase they got hurt. "Wh....understand what?" He was confused.
"Everything..." He burried his head against Pengryf's chest, slender form arching against the mage as their bodies aligned. He was overcome with a need to be held followed by a need to cry some more. "I am leaking."
"Ok, you have confused me." He rubed the mages back softly. "Yes, youare." he didnt want the other one crying, he had wanted to make him feel good.
He curled up tightly against Pengryf, fingers clinging to the fabric of the other man's shirt. "Cannot explain... Feeling too much." He whimpered softly before burrying his face once more.
"Ok, that makes some semblance of sence." He continued to rub the others back and he schooched up the bed until he was leaning against his pillow's with the other pillowed oh his chest. "Don't cry"
"I am sorry..." He managed to mutter as clouded grey eyes lifted to peek at the other mage's face. He felt foolish... And exposed, neither of which made a good combination.
"No, i should be the sorry one. I made you cry and that was not my intention." Though he didnt really know what his intention had been in the beninning.
"I do not believe that I have ever leaked before..." He said softly as he let his arms fall from their position crossed over his chest. "You... Made me feel."
"umm...is that a bad thing? Dont people usually feel alot?" That didnt make sence.
"Do people usually feel many things at once?" He blinked as one arm slipped around Gryf's waist, one leg nudging its way between the other man's thighs. This need to be closer wasn't something that he could yet understand... But it made the need to cry lessen.
He shifted so that Eihwaz could get closer to him. "I believe so, its not uncommon." He brushed his fingers though the others hair as he answered.
"It is for me..." He spoke so softly that it would be a wonder if Pengryf could hear him. His head tilted towards the digits trailing through his sandy locks, eyes closing for a moment. "I apologize for saying that you torture people..."
"Well perhaps you should try more." He smiled down at the other man. "Are we at an agreement that i dont now?"
"How does one try to feel?" His brow furrowed slightly, teeth tugging on his lower lip as he attempted to figure that one out. "For now we are."
"I dont know, i havent had a problem with not feeling." He shook his head. "It just, happens. But it is good we agree"
"I have never felt many things before..." He shook his head, cheek nuzzling against Pengryf as he did so. He now felt somewhat inadequit... As if something about this entire thing just wasn't... Right.
"Ok, well is the feeling a bad thing or a good thing?" He needed to know if he needed to go jump off a cliff or if he could crawl out of this in as few pieces as possible.
"I... Do not know." A frown tugged at the corners of his lips as he shifted against the other mage, leg further entertwining itself with Pengryf's. "I cannot explain it."
"Ok, well that dosent tell me if i need to crawl off into a hole or if i am fine where i am" he grined as he shut his eyes.
"Why would you crawl into a hole?" He blinked as his free hand moved to trail fingers slowly over the patterns on the side of Pengryf's face. "This is your bed in your home."
"Cause I could have done something horrible to you and that would warrent crawling in a hole and hiding for the rest of my life." He managed not to twitch as the markings on his face were traced.
"I do not understand..." He shook his head slowly as he let his hand drop back down. "Why are you worried so? I am a stranger who rests in your arms... Am I not?"
"Complicated bit of information." he shifted since his leg was falling asleep. "But i wouldent call you a complete stranger."
He felt a soft tinge of pink touch his cheeks as he lay there curled up against the other man. "Is the rest of your body as soft as your hands?" For a man who spent most of his time working, as he assumed Pengryf did, the other mage's hands were wonderfully soft...
"I wouldn't know." Pengryf shruged. "Never really noticed i had soft hands."
"Why..." He paused for a moment as if trying to figure out the best way to word the question that was flitting through his mind. "Why do I want to be so close to you?"
"I have no idea." he blinked down at the mage. "I cant tell you want you are thinking, i am not a mind reader."
"Well then... Why do you want to be close to people?" His teeth tugged gently at his lower lip as he awaited a response. That action seemed both innocent and inviting at the same time.
"Cause it feels good to be close to someone." He reached up and brushed a thumb across the mages lips. "Dont do that, it makes you look cute."
"And I should not... Look cute?" His brow furrowed slightly, lips pouting against the thumb that caressed them. "I thought that people like things that were pleasing to the eye."
"Well, yes. But what i did to you made you cry, and you looking like makes me want to do it again." He smiled at the mage.
"And one does things such as that merely because they find someone aesthetically pleasing?" The lines of his frown darkened as he drew back against himself feeling yet another emotion that he knew nothing about.
"Sometimes. Though usually there are other reasons." He frowned slighlty, again it came up as to what his intentions had been.
"Oh." He said simply before letting his eyes flicker towards the doorway. "I am almost certain that your rice is cold now."
"Yea, it probably is.....i could make something else if you want?" He hugged Ei a little.
"I do not want anything if wanting something requires movement." He nodded slowly before his head fell still against Pengryf's chest. His breathing had slowed... It appeared as if he were sleeping once again.
"Then stay there and sleep." He smiled. Lords why the hell am I being this nice to him. He really didnt get it, but with how well, innocent, the mage was he had a strange urge to protect him from everything, and everone...___// Fin.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 7:16 pm
___// Flesh or Stone? He didn't awaken as much as simply roll over, finding his slender form pressed firmly against the chest of the man whose arms he had fallen asleep in. A muddled part of his mind was attempting to process it while the more dominant part insisted that continuous sleep was something good. Something very good indeed.
Subconcisouly he felt the smaller man shift and tightened his grip on him. He had no desire to be awake seeing as how the sun was still up pretty high and the clock woudl say somethign unpleasent.
Cheek pressed against Pengryf's chest as he tried to block out the bits of sun that were falling across his face. Of course, it was no use. He was slowly waking up and his thoughts were begining to return... There was something about lips pressed to one another that brought a flush to the features of his face.
The horned one shifted slighlty, turning the two of then away from the sunlight. Somewhere his mind remarked that he would have to remember to get better curtians. Grumbling slighlty he nuzzled against his companion.
He murmured something inaudible as he was nuzzled, thigh slipping between the other man's legs. Contact. He recalled finding comfort in it; skin to skin. Was this what life and living was about?
He shifted, his legs moving to accodimate the movements of the other one.
Something tightened within him; a pang. Was it hunger? Or something else? He hadn't eaten in a while... And the earth mage had promised to feed him. Eyes opened slightly to peer up at the other man, hand raising to trail a finger slowly over Pengryf's lips.
Without waking up Pengryf opened his mouth and nipped at the intriding finger. His arms tightened slighlty, pulling Ei up slighlty, and he muttered soemthing.
His nose scrunched as he tugged his finger away, imitating the best look of scolding that he could despite the fact that the other wouldn't see it with eyes closed. A soft squeak passed over his lips as he was tugged towards the horned one, body wriggling slightly. "Pengryf... You are talking in your sleep."
Hearing his name he his brow scrunched. " ....donwanna 'et up." He mumbled as he shifted around on his bed.
"I do not understand your manner of speech..." He huffed as a finger lowered to gently prod at the other man's side. The shifting of Gryf's body caused the pang to return and at that moment he decided that it had very little to do with food.
"hummm?" His eyes slid open and he looked down. "Ei? He yawned and wondered why the other had woken him up. Maybe he is hungry.
"You tried to eat my finger." He poked at the larger man's chest this time, stormy grey eyes narrowing slightly as he did so. "Do you thrive on devouring the body parts of people?"
"I did?" Then he remebered something, but it wad fuzzy. "If you poked me i might have nipped at you..." He streched slightly. "no, caniblisim is icky."
"You could have fooled me." He shook his head slightly before bringing a delicate digit up to trace the lines of Pengryf's lips once more. "Soft, like your skin."
He blinked and tried not to laugh. "Really?" He didnt notice, being used to being the non soft pretty one.
He nodded slowly before resting his head agaisnt the mage's shoulder, eyes closing for a moment. "Pengryf... Are you to be my new tutor now?" It was an odd question... Especially coming from a young man who'd just accused him of being an evil bringer of torture the night before.
"Didnt you just..nevermind." He laughed and ruffled Eiwhaz's hair. "If you want me to be, i guess i can. Your going ot have to stop reading as much though."
"But... I like reading. Books are very educational." He protested both the proclomation about his lack of reading material and the mussing of his hair. It probably looked bad enough as was. "What could you teach me that books cannot if I stopped?"
"I told you, books lie." He sat up, taking the mage with him. "Plus you cant really learn about life from a book, you have to live it." He grinned. "Didnt i show you something lastnight you didnt learn about in a book?"
"Who is to say that I simply had not found a book depicting that... Act... Yet?" He couldn't help but smirk slightly as he was brought into a sitting position, head nestling against the other man's shoulder again once he was comfortable.
"Cause you called a book about that sort of stuff torture." He remarked.
"The picture I saw did not show... What you did. It showed something else and a look of pain on a man's face." He nodded, fingers slipping along the other man's chest.
"I told you it wasent pain, it was pleasure. The two expressions look suprisingly alike. Want breakfast?" He switched the subject quickly before he got himself into more trouble.
He snorted softly as he let his eyes close for a moment, idly tracing random runes onto Gryf's chest. "I do not think I am hungry... The odd feeling I felt was not in my stomach area."
He wondered what was being written on him slighlty. "Feeling?" Curisouty got the better of him as he looked down at Ei.
"Aye..." He continued tracing the patterns as they came to him, paying little mind as to what they were. "Like a twist of something inside."
"Twist where?" He looked at the finger that was drawing on him. "If you write something weird nothing will happen to me will it?" He really didnt want the other writing some spell and he end up turning purple or something.
"I am not entirely positive..." He admitted even if he didn't care for admitting that he knew little about something. "Write something?" His eyes drifted down to the finger which had stopped moving. "Oh... I do not think so."
"How can you not be positive?" He raised a brow. "Good, i dont want something weird happening to me."
"It feels as if it could be my stomach but I know that it is not because it does not feel exactly what way when I want food." He shrugged before shifting slightly against Pengryf, pulling a bit of covers up over his slender form. "It is not good to do bad things to people with magic."
"Butterflys?" He really hoped that he knew what that ment, cause explaning it would sound funny. "No, its not...cause the magic can do weird thigns."
"I do not think I have bugs in my stomach. I did not eat any and it feels nothing like that. It feels..." A look of deep thought took over the features of his face as he sat there, appearance only lightening when he reached a conclusion. "Like something poking at my insides."
"Something...poking." He thought about that and couldent ever remember feeling like he was being poked from the inside. "Well you got me there, thats an odd one."
"You have never felt something prod at you and twist in a way that sends a pang through your body?" His brow furrowed slightly as he contemplated this. "Perhaps I am becoming ill. I have never been ill before."
"The twist i get, but not the poking, maybe i woudl just describe it differently so the way you say it dosent make sence to me." He laughed. "Is it bad?"
"No. Not now. It was not bad then either... More like... A tingle?" He bit down on his lower lip, releasing it only when he saw the laughter lines on Gryf's face. "Why is this entertaining?"
"Well not bad is good." He grinned. "Cause it is? You are cute when confused."
"What is it though? If you are so smart you can tell me..." Digits tightened around the edge of the sheet, drawing the fabric gently through his fingers. "Men are not cute. Kittens are cute."
"I dont know what it is, i would have to be able to imagian what you are saying.....and since it isnt bad i cant." He poked the mage in the nose. "you are cute, like a puppy"
"I cannot explain it any better..." He sighed softly before swatting at Gryf's hand. "I am not a puppy. Did you see a tail swinging from my backside? Have I howled at the night sky?" His nose scrunched once more as he tried to shift away from the other man.
He laughed and snuggled the mage. "no, i think i would laugh if i did." Shaking his head he noted that he was hungry even if the other wasent. "You are still cute, we should get breakfast"
"I do not want breakfast." He pouted as he moved to stand, tugging the sheet with him as he did so. "I would like to clean myself off."
"So a shower then breakfast." he stood up and streched. "Shower is over there..." he pointed at a door on the side of the room the mage hadent noticed. "just dont drown."
He huffed as if he had just been insulted. Having spent quite a bit of time around the ocean he knew enough about water to avoid drowning in a mere shower. His stance was stern as he stalked towards the shower, letting the fabric slip from him just ebfore disappearing into the bathroom.
Pengryf grinned and shook his head. Walking out of his bedroom he made his way to the kitchen to clean up after the ruined rice and to make something for breakfast.
He began to fiddle with the knobs in an attempt to get water to flow from them, adjusting it to a temperature before standing back to look himself over in the mirror. Something seemed different... But he wasn't quite sure as to what. As he turned to step into the shower he remembered something... His collar. It wouldn't be good to get it wet because it could rust. That thought seemed to echo through his mind despite the previous reassurance from Pengryf that it wouldn't. Taking that to mind, he wrapped his fingers around it before snapping it open in order to remove it.
The metal clattered to the floor, gems chiming along as they touched the tiles. The man fell still, lips parted in a solid 'o' of confusion as another teaching came to mind. 'Never take the collar off.'
He had made a nice portion of sausage and bacon and was waiting on the eggs until he heard Ei come out of the shower. They woudl only take moments to cook so the mage could keep himself stuffed on sausage until they were done.
As he finished the last of the meat he wondered what was taking so long. He had been in the shower for a while now. "Ei! Its going to get cold." He shouted as he brandished a spatula at the wall.
Something about the situation wasn't right. There was no response from the young mage as the shower continued on. No smell of soapy suds drifting through the hall... No sounds of any sort of contentment as far as the waters against flesh were concerned. Nothing.
Frowning the earth mage wandered down the hall back toward his room, the spatula still firmly in hand. "Ei?" He peered into his room and at the open bathroom door. "Why are you making noise." His brain clicked to the other day when the mage had collapased and he darted to the bathroom to make sure he hadent fainted again.
He would walk into a strange scene; the statue of a man who looked, oddly enough, very much like the rune caster known as Eiwhaz standing stark naked in his bathroom. Fingers were curled as if trying to hold onto something and eyes were wide; startled. Something had gone wrong.
He stared at the image for a moemnt. "Ei......ok i know i call you a statue but this is not funny." He walked over and looked down as his foot hit something, the mages colllar. "Wha..."
The collar radiated an odd, almost human, warmth as the man's foot touched it. It seemed to sense the life around it and respond to it in a positive way. The 'statue' on the other hand remained still, solid in all of its honey marbled glory.
Reaching down he picked up the collar looking at it. "Why do you...." Staring for a moment he looked at the collar and then at the mage. "Dont tell me i was right."
The collar began to glow the moment the mage's finger touched it, 'tugging' at him in the same ways that the rune caster's lips had... With a yearning to be something more than what it was.
"Ei..." waking around he looked at the others face. He couldent believe that his earlier joke about the mage being a walking statue was right.
The features of the young mage's face were beautifully carved from the marble and the expression was so lifelike that it was near impossible to believe that he wasn't... But he was. There was a part of him left behind in that statue. The features showed Ei's face. Not the face that he had initially been carved with.
He reached out and rested a hand on the smaller mages cheek. "You really are a statue.....that means this." He may have been a ox, but he wasent an idiot. "This is what makes you alive." He looked down at the collar. "********, i need to give it back." He reached up and snapped the collar back around Eiwhaz's neck.
The glow from the collar slowly began to seep into the 'flesh' of the statue's neck via the tiny gems that were often centered upon the young man's throat. A more natural color began to filter into the mage's face, giving it the appearance of flesh. At last a gasp passed over his lips and he nearly fell over, breathing hard as if he'd never taken in air before.
Gryf caught the mage before he hit the floor. "Welcome back Ei." He didnt let his worry cross his voice since he didnt want to worry the mage.
He leaned heavily against the older man's chest, fingers groping flesh as he fought to regain his grounds. "Welcome back? I never left the bathroom..."
"No, but you left....well...dont take that off again. I dont think it is good for you." He said brushing his fingers across the collar. "Plus it makes me nervous."
The metal was warm to the touch, pulsing with the same soft thud of the heart incased within the man who wore it. It surged beneath Gryf's fingers, a flush raising to Ei's face as it did so. "You worried again. Do you always worry?"
"No not usually." He watched the mage to make sure he was all there like he was supose to be. "But when i find people in my bathroom who cant move i worry."
"You should not worry about me... I am made of a stronger stuff than most men." What's this? Was Ei actually trying to make a joke? The slight tug of a smile on his lips said that he was. "I felt it again...That twist... When you touched my collar it surged. I believe that it is... Enchanted by you."
"I would say you are." Marble is usually stronger than bone He commented into his own head. "Really? I saw it glow but i figured that it just wanted to just get back to you."
"I think... That there is something inside of it." His nose wriggled slightly as the color of the gems swirled in aknowledgement. "It would like you to touch it again... To touch us." He had no idea what he was saying or what he was asking for... He only knew that the words had been imparted in such a way to him so that he could understand them.
"I am touching you." He squeesed his arm around the mages middle to prove it. "It talks?" The though of an intellegent collar slighlty worried him, until his mind reminded him that his own had a mind of its own some days.
"Oh..." His cheeks flushed once more as his arms slipped around Pengryf's middle in return. It was a glorious sensation... To hold and to be held. "Not in the same sense that I speak... It has never done this before that I can recall... But I can feel it."
He raised a brow. "Weird...Breakfast is getting cold, and i kinda want to eat this." He kissed the mage on the nose. "Take a quick shower, and leave the collar on, and come out and eat."
He nodded slowly as he released the older man, stepping away from him in order to let him pass so that he could slip into the shower. The water felt good... In ways that it hadn't seemed to feel before. Was everything going to feel differently now?
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