[ Leading him with a firm and guiding hand, but still mindful that Bren was neither child, nor someone to be reprimanded. And he too kept his touch light so that Bren would understand how gentle he felt toward him. As evidenced in the soft caress of fingers through hair, a soft drow lullaby of affection which he would carry tenderly. This too was an attempt to ease the anxiety that came off his lover, the waves hit him with a second-hand sickness, they were so keen.
Essek's gravity naturally adjusted even as he pressed a soft kiss against that forehead. Each movement designed to soothe the ravage beast inside the man, the beast that he could feel clawing under the surface-- had seen snap at the young man who had been his vessal for blood.
Trent came up and Essek's blood ran cold; of course it was Trent-- this was ever the root of all of their troubles and it had started with his own transformation into a monster, had resulted in Caleb's and his parents death of whom Essek knew was behind that-- though he could not confirm it. And then he tilted his head as the next words sunk in.
Werewolf
How could that.. be?
Essek was quiet as he processed the information that Bren had given him. The threads connected together immediately; as well as the taste and how Bren's blood ran much hotter than he felt any human should run-- the slight scent of damp earth that accompanied the scents of the soul. Perhaps Essek had only focused on what he remembered of Caleb without taking into account the nuances, and perhaps that was the most upsetting of all of this was that Trent did this, turned this innocent soul into a monster, thinking that he could make the two natural enemies. The pantomine was elaborate and laughable-- it was also enraging.
Cheerfully, he wanted to find Trent Ikithon and rip his throat out.
The waves of panic continued to hit him and then he snapped out of his inner thought. ]
You are worried about how I am going to handle this knowledge? [ His fingers stroked against the back of Bren's head-- lightly stroking as if he could use that to ground the other man. ] How can I possibly judge you for being a monster, Chathtiu? How can I judge when when I was made this way, and I was made this way by the design of the same person who did that to you? [ There was steel in his voice, it quickly layered over the gentleness. ]
How did he instrument it? I need to know all of his sins against you-- no matter how hard they are? [ So that Essek could build a case to destroy him ]
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Essek's gravity naturally adjusted even as he pressed a soft kiss against that forehead. Each movement designed to soothe the ravage beast inside the man, the beast that he could feel clawing under the surface-- had seen snap at the young man who had been his vessal for blood.
Trent came up and Essek's blood ran cold; of course it was Trent-- this was ever the root of all of their troubles and it had started with his own transformation into a monster, had resulted in Caleb's and his parents death of whom Essek knew was behind that-- though he could not confirm it. And then he tilted his head as the next words sunk in.
Werewolf
How could that.. be?
Essek was quiet as he processed the information that Bren had given him. The threads connected together immediately; as well as the taste and how Bren's blood ran much hotter than he felt any human should run-- the slight scent of damp earth that accompanied the scents of the soul. Perhaps Essek had only focused on what he remembered of Caleb without taking into account the nuances, and perhaps that was the most upsetting of all of this was that Trent did this, turned this innocent soul into a monster, thinking that he could make the two natural enemies. The pantomine was elaborate and laughable-- it was also enraging.
Cheerfully, he wanted to find Trent Ikithon and rip his throat out.
The waves of panic continued to hit him and then he snapped out of his inner thought. ]
You are worried about how I am going to handle this knowledge? [ His fingers stroked against the back of Bren's head-- lightly stroking as if he could use that to ground the other man. ] How can I possibly judge you for being a monster, Chathtiu? How can I judge when when I was made this way, and I was made this way by the design of the same person who did that to you? [ There was steel in his voice, it quickly layered over the gentleness. ]
How did he instrument it? I need to know all of his sins against you-- no matter how hard they are? [ So that Essek could build a case to destroy him ]