[As more of Bren was revealed, beneath the unkempt beard, what had already been shown once the grime had been washed from his skin, Essek would find that he didn't merely resemble Caleb, not just a shade of blue in his eyes or the scattering of freckles, Bren was closer to an exact mirror of the wizard who had been dead for so many years. This was no simple instance of a soul coming back through the rebirth cycle.
Some magical strings had been pulled from the beyond -- likely by the piece of his soul currently locked away inside the traumatized werewolf -- to let the person he had been be born anew, to find his way back to the other half of his soul, the one who still held his heart through all these silent years. And he would have found him too, long before now, if Trent Ikithon hadn't found him first.
Even that though, the moment Bren had the chance at a crack of daylight through the door, he'd fled, and that flight had brought him here, to Essek, brought him home.
He tried to very hard to keep still, even if being so close to Essek still came with that pull that was just shy of impossible to resist. He knew he belonged in those arms. A slow steadying breath and he couldn't help a smile at the mention of the library, even if smiling was likely not a helpful action when one was trying to shave him.]
I'm very much looking forward to that. I have been accused, in the past, of liking books more than people.
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Some magical strings had been pulled from the beyond -- likely by the piece of his soul currently locked away inside the traumatized werewolf -- to let the person he had been be born anew, to find his way back to the other half of his soul, the one who still held his heart through all these silent years. And he would have found him too, long before now, if Trent Ikithon hadn't found him first.
Even that though, the moment Bren had the chance at a crack of daylight through the door, he'd fled, and that flight had brought him here, to Essek, brought him home.
He tried to very hard to keep still, even if being so close to Essek still came with that pull that was just shy of impossible to resist. He knew he belonged in those arms. A slow steadying breath and he couldn't help a smile at the mention of the library, even if smiling was likely not a helpful action when one was trying to shave him.]
I'm very much looking forward to that. I have been accused, in the past, of liking books more than people.