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 Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 4:40 pm
|___ E I H W A Z ___| 
Welcome to Eihwaz's Meruhen!
This is a journal for Skye, 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: 3 End: 3 Int: 6 Eth: 4 Luc: 3 Chr: 2 PerStr: +1 [Magic/Languages] PerWk: -2 [Technology/Machines] .: Bond/Family Info :. - Bond: n/a Parent [a]: Ogre's lab .: Wakareme :. .: Bulletin Board :.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 5:57 pm
Name: Eihwaz
Nickname:
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown.
Type: Rune
Species: Unknown.
Position: Unknown.
Personality: Bookish prude. Tends to flirt with logic rather than 'foolish notions'. Quiet and soft but strong. An overall honest young man who can be fully relied upon, even if his social skills are lacking.
Ability:
Turn ons: Knowledge and books that promise more knowledge.
Turn offs: When anyone questions the books.
Looks: Sandy locks and sun-kissed skin. Stormy gray eyes that hold secrets within. Generally clad in relatively baggy clothes that cloak his muscular form beneath a 'dorky' disguise.
Education: Traveling from school to school he learned everything he could get his hands on.
Occupation: Scholar
Marital status: Presumably single.
Family: Unknown.
Diction/accent: Nothing that one would be able to pinpoint.
Relationships: Unknown
Sexual history: Non-existant
Places: Unknown.
Possessions: Bits of odd clothing. Bag of runes. Journal. Satchel of odds and ends. Carved wooden flute.
Hobbies: Oddly enough, he'd like to fancy himself a flutist.
Obsessions: There's something out there that he hasn't yet learned...
Beliefs: Magic resides in anything. It's just a matter of tapping into it.
Politics: Politics: Derived from the root poly; meaning many and ticks; tiny blood-sucking creatures.
Ambitions: Unknown.
Religion: Unknown.
Superstitions: Unknown.
Fears: The Unknown
Attitude: Bookish prude. Know-it-all.
Taste in books/music/etc: Soft flute music that reminds him of the sea.
Foods: Various seafoods and bits of sweets from time to time.
Handwriting: Solid and steady. Very legible.
Astrological sign: Capricorn
Talents: Slight of hand tricks. Rune readings. Other things...
Special: Unknown.
Type: Rune
History: As his perfectly formed body might cause one to suggest, Eihwaz was once a statue carved from a beautiful honey colored marble. He was created to be the epitome of perfectness but, once brought to life, his creator realized something that had gone forgotten... Eihwaz had no memories. No soul. He was, in essence, a vaccant child trapped in the body of a young man.
In order to remedy this, a magical item was forged to be a companion of the rune guardian. Patterns were ingraved along the metal torque that matched those that had been carved onto the solid flesh of the stone before it was revived once more. When linked together they would create a bond that brought life... A bond that left him completely alone when the forge was destroyed; alone and wandering from site to site in search of knowledge.
Various tutors paid no mind to his lack of life experience. They answered his questions and taught him all they could before sending him on to the next place. His magics were tended to as well, cultured and preened as any prize plant until he was able to travel through their network of portals.
It was one particular portal that found him in Elysian... Lost and confused in a large land full of many men and the occassional woman. His mind mottled and innocence still intact, he began to seek the knowledge... The remembrence... The desire to find out who he was and what he had been created to be.
Current: "What is this feeling? Does it have a name?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 5:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 8:38 pm
___// A walk in the park. Wrong. Something was terribly terribly wrong. For one, he had no idea where he was. For two? There were things whizzing past him as he stood in the center of a rather busy square trying to figure out his map. He had never been bothered by maps and charts before but now? In this new city?
He snorted softly as stormy gray eyes lifted to search the square, looking for something like one of the landmarks on his map.
Boring.... things where definitively boring. a bag in an hand, the young man skated along the sidewalk without paying much attention, arms behind his head as the bag smacked onto his back, giving the small rattle perticular to dried cat food. He shifted out of that position when we went for a turn, and decided to see how fast his rollerskates would let him go today, and everything became a blur.
Including the man right in front.
BLAM - nothing less than a frontal colision really, sending the blue haired boy on his a**, with not much damage as a broken ego and spawled groceries, but then something crossed his mind.
"Oi, old man ! Am sorry, yet allright ?"
Old... Man? He blinked in his own bewilderment from his seat on the ground, map crumpled and somewhat torn on his lap. A slender finger moved to nudge glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. "I'm not old... But I'm fine. You, sir, should watch where you're going."
"Yeah, yeah..." After a roll of eyes thanksfully hidden under dark googles, Graff flipped himself back on his skates and threw his hand torward the gray-haired one to help him up when his gaze felt on the map.
"Yer looking for some place ?" Well, he -did- just run him over, being nice was probabely a good idea.
Grey eyes flickered towards the offered hand before glancing up at the young man. He opted to ignore the hand and stand on his own, folding the map as best he could while doing so. "I am trying to find out where in blazes I am, boy." If the wheel'd one was going to call him old than he was going to do his best to make him feel even younger.
"Geez, im just trying to help." Graff strugged, visibely not minding the title too much at all, "No need to get into grumpy mode. Yer in the center of the city now... Right here." He said, pointing idely at the map before going ahead and picking up his groceries, putting them back in the bag. "Ye can get pretty much anywhere from there, good place to get lost really. I figure yer new to the city ?"
"Goodness... Whatever gave you the first notion?" He blinked, brow furrowing darkly for a moment. Being in the center of the city really wasn't much help... Especially if the city truly was the size of the whole continent. "Stupid portal... Runes must've been misplaced..."
He just shrugged. "Whatever, whatever, not important." He skated back, peeking at the map again from sideways. "Portal ? Ye know magic ? Ye came from Imperial ?" The boy was a bit curious now. There *was* an increment of people with abilities showing up...
"Know is such a relative term. I can use magic... Somewhat... But there is always more that one can learn about it; thusly knowing more in the process." He nodded as if his words made all of the sense in the world. "Somewhere in Imperial... I think... Possibly."
"Shoulda figured, people from Imperial always get lost in here. Ah did too." He shrugged a little. "Yer gonna tell me where you want to go somewhere this year ? I can probabely lead you there."
A sheepish smile passed over his lips as slender digits tugged through his sand colored hair. "In truth? I'm not quite sure where it is that I'm going. But, now that I know where I am, I suppose I could look at the map again to decide, yes?"
An eyebrow rose, as the boy stopped his small laps around the area, and somehow managed to remain in balance on his skates. "...How can ye be lost when you dunno where you're going ? Yer not making much sence here... ...Well kinda..." He pondered out loud, but shook his head.
"I can be lost in the meaning that I do not know where I am... But, now that I know where I am, I can be lost in the sense that I don't know where the place that I am going will be?" His brow furrowed slightly once more as he found himself lost in an odd train of thought. "Perhaps if you told me where you were going I'd know where I might end up?"
"....Yer confusing me now." Graff mumbeled, but then shrugged. "No matter. "I was going back home, maself. Nothing too special, trough I might go out again later."
"Well... I certainly wasn't going there." He chuckled to himself before looking back up to the young man. "I suppose I should thank you for your help... Even if you knocked me to the ground."
"I allready said I was sorry." The spiky-haired boy pouted a bit. "Well, if I was you ill'd go get a room somewhere if you don't. S'gonna be dark soon, and the streets arn't really the safest place ever at night for someone like ya."
"Someone like me?" A delicate eyebrow raised as a hand moved to nudge glasses firmly into place once more. "And what, pray tell, do you think 'someone like me' might consider safe?"
"'Dunno, im not in yer head.... peace and quiet ?" He shrugged. "Ah well, if you run in some more "boys" with less honorable intentions than me, 'snot gonna be my fault, neh."
"Less than honorable?" He blinked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I beg your pardon... But I know that there are many who are not 'honorable' out and about in this world today. One would have to be... A fool to not know that."
"That'll prolly surprise ya, but I've meet a bunch of em fools." He shrugged, letting himself fall on a bench nearby. "S'always good to be careful, the people from Imperial sometime think Elysium is heaven."
"Simply because Elysian is what some believed the 'heaven' was called... It's more of a field, of course... At least, that's what some of the books that I've read say." He nodded slowly as his eyes followed the young man. "Mayhap you should be careful as well. How on earth did you know I was not one of those with... Impure intentions?"
"Even if ye where, ye might have trouble trying to catch up with me." He grinned. "Im one of tha fastest in there when I feel like it. Earlier was nothing. Ye seem to have read alot of books or somethin... Kinda wierd, I didn't know that."
"A certain rune when traced in the right place could easily serve as a trap just waiting to be sprung." He smirked as his voice took on an almost smug tone. "Books are a great source of knowledge... One can learn many things from them."
"Meh, whatever, ya don't seem the type. And even if ya where, ya got no reason to bother with a little kid, eh ?" He let his skates lay on top of the trashcan right ahead of him. "I get bored with books easy, appart the science fiction ones. Too many big words I dun give a s**t about and that's not useful in my dayly life. Waste 'o time, really, unless yer a magician or a scholar or some s**t."
"In that case, should we meet again I'll be sure to find a book with pretty pictures." He said rather simply in a tone that was neither serious nor humerous. Stormy eyes lifted to the sky. "Perhaps you're right... I should find a room for the night... And continue my explorations come morning."
"See ? Im right." The teen nodded, spinging to his feet again. "Well, old man, if you want to do that, then giving me yer name would help. 'Slong as you don't try to read me bedtime stories..."
"Who said anything about reading to you? The books that I read involve those 'big words' that you don't seem so keen on." His smirk lingered on for a moment before fading into something akin to a soft smile. "Name's Eihwaz."
"Well, usually, "books with pretty pictures" are the little fairytales book you read for brats, no ? Im not -this- stupid..." Graff seemed more amused than mad, trough. This one was fun. "Ya can call me Graff, that's what everyone calls me."
"Graff... Bratt... Both one sylable... Close enough." He teased for a moment before poking at his glasses again. "There are other books with pictures that aren't fairy tales. You just need to know which section to look in."
"Now, now, old man, you're treading into dangerous grounds...." There was nothing threatening in his voice trough just a small bit of amusement. He had better things to do than pick fights with someone that could probabely own his a** with a rune.
"So are you, little boy..." He snorted softly as he pulled out his map once more in order to start searching for a tavern in which he'd be able to find a proper room. "I told you... I'm not an old man."<
"Only old men call me a brat. It works both way..." He gave this tiny little smile. "If yer lookin', there's a place a few streets from here. Pretty cozy, the owner is a pretty one.... Grumpy little thing trough, so ya need to not make too much noise, tho I doubt that'lld be a problem with you."
"Fine fine... Brat." He chuckled despite his seriousness. "I suppose I'll be off to find this place then... And I thank you for bumping into me so that I might find where it was that I am."
"Thank ye too I guess... Yer pretty interesting.... old geezer. Maybe ill catch ya again and you can tell me where ya went." He threw his hand in the air as he started to skate off. "See ye !"
He watched the strange young man skate off into the distance before heading off in the direction of the 'cozy place'. Hopefully he'd find it... If not, he'd end up somewhere else... And hopefully it'd be just as cozy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 3:24 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 5:32 pm
___// Here comes the rain again... 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.
"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: Sun Jul 31, 2005 8:43 pm
___// Sunday The sound of a spraycan was probabely was the most proeficient thing to be noticed, yet Graff didn't seem to be too worried as he put the finishing touchs on his lastest tag, leaping off the trashcan and slipping the blue can into the bag at his side, grinning.
"Ah ya, perfect." Satisfied, he began to skate off.
He had awoken to find himself within the strange confines of someone's home... On a couch, to be precise... In a living room, at that. It was only after looking around that he realized whose home he was in... Pengryf. That strange sorcerer.
When no trace of the man was found within the walls of the apartment he scrawled a little note of thanks and, beside it, he left a piece of gold as payment for board. He then made his way down the stairs and back out onto the streets... He had a library to find.
This time, thanksfully, Graff wasn't going too fast, but then neither did he seem to be giving too much attention to things, grinding on a nearby fence and not really noticing Ei until the last second, where he flashed a grin and landed on his feet.
"Hey, old man ! Did you finally find where you wanted to go, after all ?"
His brow furrowed as a voice touched his ears... A voice mingling with words that had caused him some sort of previous grief. "I am not old. Can you not see that with your own eyes, brat?" He huffed, robed arms crossing over his chest. "Do you nothing but pester people?"
"Welllll exccuuussseeeeee me... In a bad mood today ah see ?" His expression changed to sightly annoyed. "'scuse me for wondering then, oh master of bookstuff. Ah just asked ya a question ! And ah havn't seen many young dudes with gray hairs."
"Pray tell... Are you color blind? My hair is the color of sand... Not of the clouds." He huffed as grey eyes lifted to gaze upon the terror on wheels. "At least you have yet to run me down."
"Color blind ? Hell no, whatcha talking about ?!?"
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facepalm.
"Ah wait. It's those." He said, pointing at the googles. "They darken colors, ya see..." He lifted them a little, just to peek...
"...Ah ya. Sorry." Well, he did seem genuinely sorry. "Ah always forget, too used to have 'em stuck in my face, yanno ?"
"If they darken colors then wouldn't my hair be brown rather than gray?" His head tilted out of curiosity as he tried to peer beneath the goggles. "Have you ever thought that perhaps you should not wear what causes your sight to be so strange?"
"Naw, it looks more like some kinda dark gray... Something like that." He shrugged a bit. "'An well, s'ta long story. Better that I wear em, ma eyes are kinda wierd."
"There are many odd things around this city..." He muttered as he shook his head, bangs fluttering about his face as he did so. "Do you know where the library is?"
"Yeah, ah noticed, People with horns and wings and things." The blue haired boy shugged, gliding into an half-circle. "'Sjust an habit if anything, ah guess. And that depends on what library ya mean.... Ei, wassit ? There be quite a few around 'here."
"Eihwaz." He corrected. That made two people who seemed either too dim or too lazy to call himself by his full name. "More than one? Which one is near to this area then. I suppose I could start at one and move on to the next."
"Hmmm...." Graff continued to trail in circles as he thought, finally stopping after a few seconds. "Back the way ya came, actually. Instead of goin' north, ya should have gone east. It's right on the steet there, a little bit further down. Ah can show you if ya want."
"Compass." He made another note as to things he would need to purchase once he found a shop to do so. Of course, the library was his primary concern. "How do you know so much about this city? Have you been here long?" He fired off questions one after another before recalling that the man had asked him one. "Yes. That would be nice if you could show me."
"Hmmm." Graff was allready on his way, but was going much slower than he usually did, to his credit, in order not to have the other man lose sight of him.
"Around a year or so ? My memory stinks." He grinned, putting his hands in the pocket of his white jeans. "Or is it a year 'n an half... ah well, ya get the idea." He didn't seem to mind questions too much. "Ah still don't know the whole place by heart. That city is way too damn big."
He moved after the man with a strange sort of grace to his walk. Something may have seemed almost mechanical about it for a moment... But only for a moment. "I have been here... Three days now. I think. Two if I fell asleep and woke up on the same day. What day is today?"
Graff did not notice a bit of it, or if he did, the teen didn't care. Himself, he was moving as if he was about to dash off any moment, but it was most likely only in his nature, as he showed no sign of picking up any speed, his body straight instead of croutched, like he did when he was aiming to go as fast as possible. "Sunday. Which is cool because ah don't haveta work on sundays. Yer doing pretty good for someone who's been in here only three days... or two." Again, he shrugged - stupid details. "Ah figure the library was what ye where searching for all along ?"
"Three days." He nodded. "But... Today is Sunday? I believe libraries are closed on Sundays." He stopped dead in his tracks, arms dropping down to his sides as he did so. He certainly felt defeated.
Graff breaked a well, looking just a bit like a little kid who had forgotten the most important part of a note.
"Ah, right.... oops."
"Sunday... The seventh day in which man, for some reason, rests. It is not fair." Something akin to a pout passed over his lips. Something about it made him seem... Child like.
This coming from the man that kept calling him a brat ? Graff somehow managed to repress his laughter, thanksfully enough.
"....Come ta think of it, all the shops with paint are closed too..."
Thus, he joined the sand-haired one into pouting.
He turned to the side and flopped down onto a nearby stoop, drawing his knees up to his chest. Sitting still in this position he looked very much like a carving of a man clad in clothing rather than a real man. "What does one do on Sundays then?"
Graff sat - well, more like tumbeled beside him, using his hands to stop the fall and shift into a sitting position.
"Well usually I hang with with a few pals.... But they completely ditched me... Assholes." He rested his head on his arms, this time visibely noticing and giving it a little attention, much like a curious child. "What do ya usually do on sundays ? I mean, before ya came here."
"I..." His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to think of what exactly it was that he did. Most of the memories seemed like a blur... He remembered books... And someone talking. "I believe that I read in order to learn more. There was a grand library in the home that I resided within."
"Sounds grand if you're in that kinda thing." He answered, setting his googles on his forehead for a moment as he rubbed his eyes. "Gawd damn... Musta put them back on wierdly, it itches like crazy now..."
"Your eyes itch?" He tilted his head to the side as he turned towards the one on wheels, eyebrow raising slightly. "Perhaps you should take your goggles off for a while and let your eyes see the light."
"Every now 'an then, I think the side pokes wierdly or something if ah put them on too fast." He shrugged and let go, trough he didn't slide them back down. Hey, his fault if he was freaked off, right ?
His eyes where a deep silvery-gray, but that was not what was so "strange" about them - instead of a round pupil, both where spiral-like in nature.
If the mage found anything odd about the other man's eyes he said nothing to that effect. Instead he merely blinked before turning away. "Glasses are strange. Mine are always falling from my fa--." It was then that he realized that he was not wearing his glasses. The other mage must have removed them... How had he not noticed it?
"Yah." He shrugged, then raised an eyebrow. "...Where did yer glasses go, anyway ?"
He moved his hand as if he were going to push them back up out of habit and, when he found that there was nothing there, he simply rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I may have left them at the place where I passed the night."
"Ahhhhh. That sucks. I've never forgotten anything behind me tho." He shrugged, glancing up at the sky to watch the clouds, squiting a bit as they where not too used to direct sunlight.
"I do not usually wear glasses." He muttered softly as his eyes lowered to the ground. They had been something that he had picked up somewhere. He had been told that they made him look intelligent.
"...Why do you wear 'em then ? That sounds kinda silly, I mean, why wear em if you don't need em ?" the blue haired boy shrugged. "Sounds kinda useless."
"Why do you wear your goggles? Are the necissary? Do they help you see?" He questioned in return as inwardly he mourned the loss of his posessions in a way that only one who did not yet know where to get new ones could do.
"Well, kinda." He shugged. "Ah don't need 'em to see but some people used to really freak off when they saw my eyes. Ya see, where ah grew up, there wasn't really as much wierd people as there is here. 'twas mostly humans."
"Humans. There are many of them here. I am a human... And I met a human with horns last night." He nodded slowly. Of course he had read tales of other races but, to his knowledge, he had never seen one before. As far as he knew, at least...
"Dunno... I think it's different. I've never heard of an human having horns. Maybe something else ?" Graff shrugged. "But then humans don't have ******** up eyes, so im not probabely one to talk."
"Humans have many things. Some wear patches over their eyes so they cannot be perfect." He nodded slowly. "Are you worried about what others will think?"
"Accidents happen, ya... And..." He felt sillent a moment, thinking. "...Ah guess. Just a little. Ah don't have alot of friends, yanno ?"
"Friend..." His arms tightened around his knee as the word fell from his lips. "I do not have friends. I have... Tutors and instructors. Or... I had them."
Graff blinked. "...How wierd, yer not that bad of a guy..." Another pause. "...Well, this brat can be yer friend, if ya want him to ?" He did his best to give the other man a warm smile.
A strange sort of smile slipped over his lips as he looked up. "I believe that I would like that... Graff, was it not?" He scanned his memory for names. That was one of two new names, one that he could actually call to mind. It had to be right.
"Yah." He nodded. It was strange... Even if not an "old man", the other still seemed a bit older than he was, and yet he seemed clueless about things the teen had always assumed to be common knowledge for everyone... It was wierd and... ratter facinating, in a strange way. "That's what people call me." He grinned.
"I call you 'brat' but that does not make it your name." He shrugged as he stood, brushing the dust from the stoop off of his robes. He wasn't going to find his glasses by sitting here for the rest of the day.
"Well allright, if ya want to be picky." He pushed himself off with his hands and did a few circles to regain his balance. "My name's Daniel. But I usually go by Graff."
"Daniel." He set that memory in the back of his mind alongside the others. "It sounds nothing like Graff. Why do people call you that instead?"
"One of my old buds back on Imperial called me that all the time, because im a street artist and I make graffitis." He grinned, holding still. "He died tho. 'still have people call me that out of habit 'cause I ask em to."
"I am sorry for the loss of your friend." For some reason his words sounded rehearsed... Even if he had never said that phrase before. Imperial sounded familiar. He wondered why. "I should go and find my glasses."
"'Allright..." He sounded pretty used to it. "Yeah, 'would suck if someone took 'em. I prolly should go back home myself. Ma cat's waiting on his fish." He grinned.
"We will meet again, I am sure. You seem to appear everywhere." That strange smile slipped over his lips once more as he looked to the man. "Until we meet again."
"Ya.... 'am annoying like that." He winked, before sliding his googles back down, turning and waving his hand before he turned to another street and dissapaired.
He shook his head slowly as he stood there in his confusion. For a moment he supposed that he should have asked which direction they had just come from... But the moment was fleeting. He would find his way back. Somehow.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 9:50 am
___// 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: Mon Aug 15, 2005 9:52 am
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: Mon Aug 15, 2005 10:47 am
___// 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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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 10:49 am
He laughed and shook his head as he headed back to the kitchen. "Man.....he really is a walking statue."
The water was turned off and a towel was run over his body to catch the trailing droplets. Fingers slipped back through hair that fell to his ears when wet. He then slipped into his robe, pulling it closed over his slender form before padding out into the kitchen.
He had heated the sausage and bacon again and was poking at eggs that were sizzling in a pan.
"I apologize for making you worry about me again, Pengryf. I will try to not do anything that will result in your worrying again." He said softly as he leaned against a wall, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment.
"It's alright...sit down, eat" He waved the spatula at the plates covered in food, all still not and steaming. "You always have to ahve a good breakfast." He grinned at the mage. It was a little weird to see someone like Pengryf standing at a stove cooking something respectable.
"Why must one always have a good breakfast?" He questioned as he shoved off of the wall in order to slip into a chair. Fingers closed around a piece of bacon that was inspected and sniffed before the mage let it pass over his lips. "Mmm..."
"I dont know, that is just what everyone always says." He carried the eggs over to the table and set a plate infront of Ei. "Not to hot for you?"
"I thought it was unwise to believe everything that was said... Were you not the one to tell me that?" His eyes glanced down at the eggs, finger reaching out to poke at it gently.
"I did, dont poke it use the fork and eat it, but breakfast is good.....energy adn all." He stuffed a piece of sausage in his mouth.
"You are sounding like..." He filtered through the various words in his mind, trying to chose one that suited both the situation and what he knew about it. "... Like a mother." That said, he poked at the egg again.
Reaching over he rapped hsi fork on the mages hand. "Fork and eat, and if you ever did what we did last night with your mother i would loose all respect for you." He laughed and picked out a crunchy slice of bacon.
"That was not nice." He huffed as he reached for the fork that had been set beside his plate. Of course, this only meant that he would then poke at the egg with his fork instead of his fingers. "I do not have a mother. I read about a man named Oedipus. He did those things with his mother. It was called... Incest, I believe."
"Yep, that is what it is called...or Odepus Rex syndrome, either way. I am not your mother." He tilted his head to the side. "Why do you insist on poking the egg?"
"Then cease acting motherly." He nodded as the fork's prod turned into a stab that picked up a bit of the egg as it was removed. "I am poking the egg because it looks like rubber. Does it taste like rubber?"
"No, it tastes like egg...." He hadent had an egg called rubber before. "Cant explain it other wise...its good."
He eyed the fork as he held the bit of egg up to his mouth, inspecting it with his eyes before popping it over his lips. He chewed for a moment, eyes furrowing as he tried to analyze the texture and taste. "Not bad."
"I am glad my cooking is pleaseing to you." He said with raised brows as he munched on his own breakfast. Getting up for a moment he grabbed a pot of hot coffee and poured himself a glass.
He shrugged before shovelling a bit more of the egg into his mouth. The bacon was preferred though... With its crunchiness and meaty taste. "I have read books on cooking. Perhaps you will let me try one time?"
"Now thoes are books i will let you read." He liked cooking, it was easy and fun and ended up nice when you got to eat the makings. "I'll let you make lunch, how about that?
"Perhaps. I am not thinking of food again though. My stomach is full." He nodded slowly as he set his fork down. "What will we do to pass time, Pengryf?"
"You will want food later." He grinned and drained the last of his coffee. "I dont know, i dont have to be at work until evening so i usually lay around here."
"And if I do not want food later will you make me eat anyways?" He raised a brow, arms crossing nicely over his chest. "I will have to find something to do while you are at work. Does that mean you will let me leave?"
"Yep, cause it is good for you and we cant have you passing out again." He got up, taking a few of the plates with him to set them in teh sink. "If you promise not to get lost and....to come back."
"When will you understand that I did not pass out. I fell asleep." He huffed, uncrossing his arms in order to stand so that he could take his plate to the sink. "I was not lost either. I was on my way back."
"You passed out." Taking the plates from the mage he dropped them with the others adn started washing them. "Well i didnt know that, all i knew was that you disapeared after passing out."
"I fell asleep." He insisted as he stood beside Pengryf, sorely tempted to splash water up at him. "Again you are acting like a mother. Why does it matter if I wander off as long as I have not left anything behind?"
"Cause..." cause i want you here. "Cause if you wander off then i cant teach you more things." He said as a cover-up.
"Another tutor would not be hard to find." He said rather simply as he leaned on the counter, eyes flickering over the features of Gryf's face. "There are bound to be many wise men in a city so large."
A flash of jealousy flashed over the taller mages face before being covered up. "Thought you wanted me to be your teacher." He brushed a slighlty damp hand over the others neck, hitting the collar lightly in the process.
"A teacher must be truthful lest the pupil believe that the lessons are lies..." His eyes closed as a wave of warmth flooded his features. The metal pulsed against Gryf's fingers and his own flesh causing something to turn within him once more.
"I havent lied to you yet." He said firmly. "I make it a habit not to do that, since it comes back to haunt you later"
"Partial truths can be just as bad as lies, I have been told." He wasn't sure what made those words come from his lips... For all he knew the earth mage was being completely truthful with him about everything... Including why he wished to keep him around.
He looked at the smaller man. "That is true, but sometimes partial truths are better than knowing the whole truth. Did they tell you that too?"
"No... Why would the partial truth be better than the whole?" His eyes opened in order to latch onto Pengryf's, something akin to confusion muddled with an attempt at understanding lingering there.
"Its just like white lie. Sometimes you tell someone something that is basically what they want to hear cause it will make them feel better." He thought for a moment. "Like if you have a sick friend and they ask you how they look and you tell them they look wonderful, they may still look sick but hearing that they look good from a friend will make them feel better."
He shook his head as he pushed off of the counter, moving hands to pull his robe back around him as he did so. "I would want to be told if I looked badly... Does this mean that you would wish me to tell you untruths?"
Pengryf grabbed Ei and hugged him. "Depenes, if you told me that i looked fine after i got run over by a heard of deer then yes, but if you told me you were going to stay with me and didnt want to it would hurt me." He didnt know why he said that, or why he care, but he liked the little mage for all that he was headache inducing and confusing.
The embrace took him by suprise and a soft squeak came from him as a result. Various thoughts tried to process themselves... But only one managed to pass over his lips. "Why do you want me to stay, Pengryf?"
"....cause i like having you around." He said quietly.
"The angry man with red hair did not seem to think that you enjoyed the company of anyone..." He almost laughed as he let his head fall to rest on the other man's chest. "I have only been around for three days. Are you certain that you like what you do not know?"
"My brother is an a**, his opinion dosent count." He snorted. Figures his brother would come back to haunt him. He rested his cheek on top of the mages head. "Yea...positive."
"Family is often the only link one has to the past. Perhaps books are my family..." He mused as he released his robe in order to slip arms around the earth mage's middle. "I suppose I can stay."
"The past can be a bad thing. Lets just say that i dont think my brother and i will ever get along well anymore and leave it at that." He smiled as Eiwhaz returned the embrace. "Good."
"Maybe one day you will make amends..." His cheek nuzzled against the other man's chest. "You make me feel... Warm."
"maybe.....but i am not getting anywhere near him while he is being sickingly cute with that potion boy." He shook his head trying not to think about his brother. "I do? Thats good."
"One day... Not necissarily right away." He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "I was under the impression that you liked cute. And yes, you make me warm... Why is that good?"
"I like alot of things." He hugged the mage tighter for a moment. "Cause it makes me happy that i make you warm?"
"Then why does your brothers cuteness cause you to grumble?" He found himself chuckling as he was pulled closer to the older man. "Why does it make you happy?"
"Cause it makes my head hurt." His brother was not supose to be clingy, he hated people, so seeing him cling onto the potion maker was sickining. "I dont know, it just does."
"I thought I made your head hurt..." His brow furrowed slightly as he looked up to Pengryf, confusion lingering in his eyes. "Does that mean you told me an untruth when you said you liked having me around?"
"No, i do.....but you do make my head hurt, but in a good way i guess." He was doing it again. Gryf could feel the start of a headache starting in the center of his skull.
"How can anything that causes one pain be good?" He blinked before attempting to pull away from Gryf. If he was hurting the other man perhaps he should move.
"Its.....its hard to explain." He didnt let the mage go, knowing it woudl result in a arguement like the other night. "Come on." He grinned and scooped up the smaller mage and luged him out to the living room to drop the two of them on the couch. "You give me headaches, but in the end i like it."
"My legs work perfectly fine." He grumbled as he was carried off into the living room. This whole 'you're smaller than me so I can whisk you around' thing wasn't plesant. Not at all. "How can you teach me if you cannot properly explain things?"
"Some things you cant explain, you just have to expirence them. Like sex....but that is another story." he grinned and settled Ei in his lap.
"And do you plan on seeing that I experience these things?" He blinked as he shifted in Gryf's lap, trying to find a spot that he deemed 'comfortable'.
"only if you wnat to." he blinked adn tried despraitly not to think of that too hard.
"I want to know many things... It is why I was seeking out the library... But you said that books cannot teach me everything and that the best way to learn things is by experiencing them. If that is true then should I not want to experience them with someone who is truthful with me?" Something about that seemed wrong... In his mind, at least. Other books, those of fiction, spoke of an emotion called 'love' that was usually found between people who took part in acts such as that.
"Technally you shouldent do that with anyone other than someone you love, but i am not exactally the poster boy for that line of though." He grinned sheepishly for a second.
"Then you would recommend that I wait for something that may never come in order to experience something that I have never experienced before so that I may understand it?" That mouthful confused him and proof of that lingered on the features of his face as he wriggled on the older man's lap.
He though about that for a moment. "Well I , personally wouldent wait, seeing as how i havent, but that is what one shoudl do if one wants to be respectiable and stop wiggling." He grabed the others hips and held him still.
"If one wants to be respectable and stop wiggling? What does being respectable have to do with movement?" He huffed as he attempted to move once more simply to spite Gryf.
"No no, if one wants to be respectiable, and stop wiggling." He huffed back at the mage and held him still despite his squirming.
"One who proclaims their personal business is not respectable. Is that not why things are said to be 'kept behind closed doors'?" He raised an eyebrow, arms remaining crossed over his robe-clad chest. "I am not wiggling. I am shifting in order to find a comfortable spot on your lap."
"Yes, some things shoudl be kept behind closed doors, but things still manage to get out." He sighed and let go of the mages hips. "Fine, but i am not responsible for the consequinses"
"How do things get out if the door is closed? Do they pick the locks and escape?" His head cocked to the side as arms dropped down to his sides. Slender body moved once more atop Pengryf before falling still. "You speak of these consiquences as if I will be hurt. You would not hurt me... Would you?"
He laughed. "Yea, they pick the locks when people walk in when they arent supose to be." He rested a hand on Eiwhaz;s cheek. "Not if i can help it, but i dont wnat anyone else hurting you either."
"You are expecting someone to walk into your home when they are not supposed to then?" That seemed odd... But if that's what Pengryf thought... He shrugged before letting his cheek rest against Gryf's palm. "But my movements... They could result in my getting hurt?"
"No no, thats....ok just leave it at the secrets know how to pick locks and get out." He shook his head, it was hard explaning things to the mage. "Ok, remind me not to use inuendos on you, they seem to miss."
He sighed at his lack of understanding, feeling less intelligent than he had in quite some time. His body pressed against Pengryf's as he turned in the man's arms so that his frame was facing away from the other man. Some sort of pride kept him from asking anything else that would make him appear foolish.
Giving into temptation he kissed the back of the mages neck softly as his arms settled around his waist. He did like having the mage around, he was like a teddybear, only sexay and confusing and well cute.
The now 'familiar' pang tightened in his abdomen as the warm breath of the other man touched the back of his neck. His collar radiated the same steady warmth as it had previously even if the gems 'round front had begun to swirl. The sensation caused by that stirring caused his muscles to draw tense, teeth biting down onto lower lip.
He rested his head against Ei's neck and just sat there, content to have hte mage in his arms.
He turned his head slightly and, with eyes closed, pressed his lips to Pengryf's cheek. The memory of the kiss had floated to his mind and it seemed like it might have been the right thing to do. Either way he braced himself for a negative response, flush raising to flood his sunkissed cheeks.
He opened one eye, the one Ei coudl see, and smiled. "Does Ei want a kiss?" He asked softly.
"Ei is unsure of what it is that he wants... He recalls finding pleasure in the meeting of lips... And it seemed like it suited this moment." He blinked before lowering his gaze to his lap where his hands were now folded. "Was I wrong to have done so?"
He reached up and turned Ei's face back toward his. "No, not at all." he said before kissing the mage softly.
Something within him surged to the surface as the kiss was initiated. Fingers drifted up to caress the hand steadying his face, body pressing against the other mage's as he tilted his upper half.
Gryf pulled the mage against him but kept the kiss light, not wanting to force anything on the other like he had done before.
He gasped softly as he was tugged towards the other man, lips parting in the process. The 'power' radiating from the collar took on a pulse that seemed to match the cadence set by the younger mage's heart. "Teach me what this is..."
"What what is? its a kiss, you know what that is." He said quietly, leaning back from the mage slighlty.
He shook his head. That wasn't what he had meant... Not at all. His hand closed around Pengryf's, pulling it down until the other mage's fingers hovered just above the collar's clasp. A shudder could be felt against the man's palm as well as throughout the rune mage's slender form. "Something is happening... In you as well? Or is it the odd sickness that strikes me once more?"
"Your shaking..." He commented as he rested his hand against the collar, the tips of his fingers laying on the mages skin. "What do you want me to teach you?"
The metal beneath the earth mage's palm began to heat but if Ei noticed it he said nothing. He let his own fingers trail up along Gryf's arm as he turned in the man's lap in order to face him from the side. "Teach me to make this feeling of twisting vaccancy leave... Something that is solid should not seem so empty."
He wondered about the heating collar but didnt comment on it. "I dont know if i can. I dont know the secrets to your life.....i dont know what woudl fix you."
"What do you do when you are... Feeling empty within?" His eyes sparkled a stormy grey that spoke of many conflicts and mixed feelings... Somewhere amongst it was an untouched glimmer of desire. "You know one of my secrets... I do not believe there are any others."
"Something that will not be admited in polite company." He kissed Eiwhaz softly before pulling back. "Everyone has many secrets."
"I should not be sitting on your lap... It is... Unwise for a student and teacher to be so close, is it not?" He felt his cheeks flush once more as he tilted his face away from Pengryf, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
"Yes...it is." He agreed but made no move to let go of his student. "But if i am a teacher adn my student is calling out to understand something i have to help."
"I believe you said you did not understand what it was that I do not understand..." He shook his head as his flush darkened, eyes lowering to the floor's level. "How can you help what you cannot comprehend?"
"I can question you until i understand so that you can understand, or you can try to explain it better." He leaned over and kissed Ei's neck just above the collar.
His shoulders scrunched as the feeling of the other man's lips on his neck sent a chill down his back. "I believe it would be easier for you to release me than for me to find words to describe something that you might never comprehend due to the fact that I view things differently than you." He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath before releasing it. "Do you not have work to go to?"
He nuzzled against Ei's neck for a moment longer. "That i do....sadly." He sat back, his arms loosening. "I have a feeling that you will wander off to think, so just dont get hurt k?"
He carefully slipped free from Pengryf's arms in order to find a seat of his own upon the couch rather than the other man's lap. "I will try to not let any harm come to my person..."
Getting up he passed the mage, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead. "See that none does, or i will be sad." Grabbing his coat off a chair where it had been thrown he headed for the door and his work.
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