for Essek (lacrymaperle) - vampire/werewolf au

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[There had been a simpler time, several years before when Bren hadn't yet known Trent Ikithon, a time when he was thoroughly and blissfully unaware of the things that existed in the dark, when the ideas of werewolves and vampires and other creatures that ought to have been nothing more than fairy tale fodder. Instead, his paths had crossed with Trent and everything had changed. He'd been thrown into a small walled courtyard one night, under the light of a full moon, and he had not been alone. That was the first time he had met a werewolf. Bren remembered the bite, still had the scar of it on one forearm, remembered the confusion and the terror -- both of which were nothing compared to the full moon that followed the month after, the first time he'd transformed. He remembered the pain of his entire body breaking and reshaping itself, the fear of losing himself entirely. He'd blacked out that night, woken up naked and aching as if he'd been run over by a bus.

It had been the same very moon since, except that piece by piece, bit by bit, he held onto some small shred of himself during the transformation. Trent Ikithon had explained that all this was for Bren's own good, that he was safer here than anywhere else. that there were vampires who would tear him apart on sight, one in particular, a singular monster who Trent seemed to have a personal loathing for. Bren tried to probe why any vampire, never mind a particular one, would have any interest in him. No explanation was ever given except that 'the Shadowhand will never have you. Not in this life or the next. I will see to that.'

Bren had no idea what that meant. Before all this, the only strange thing in his life were recurring dreams -- and oh they were beautiful things. Arms that were secure and safe around him, tender and gentle but not warm. The soft lilt of a voice that assured him everything would be well, that wherever he went he would be found again. Trent had hated the dreams and had done his best to cast them out of Bren's conscious awareness. Now they were barely shadows, things he could remember the feeling of more than the details. It hurt even trying to recall them, so he didn't.

This past moon Bren had made his escape after he transformed, finally aware enough of himself that he had his chance. He was free. That was the only thought in his mind right now and it repeated in echoed mantra over and over again as he tried to keep himself from spiraling into a breakdown. It had been years since he'd been out, actually out in the world, not kept with Trent Ikithon's control, trapped within the grounds of that monster's manor. He was, after all, Trent's pet project, for whatever reasons the old bastard had. It didn't matter. Back in that direction lay only pain and isolation. He wouldn't go back.

Of course, he didn't really have a plan to go forward either, really. Even before he'd been captured and turned, he hadn't had any family left, few friends, and he'd been out of the world for years now. He managed to steal find some clothes, ill-fitting, a coat that was too big on his underfed frame, a scarf wrapped about his neck. He was a mess, long copper hair in tangles past his shoulders, his beard untrimmed, a frantic fear in wide blue eyes as he tried to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to get his bearings. He couldn't let Trent find him again. This was freedom, and he would not give it up.

A soft meow caught his attention, and he looked up in surprise as a small orange tabby approached him. For the first time in a long while, Bren smiled.] Hello there... [The little creature sniffed his outstretched hand and headbutted his fingers. It was the first kind touch that he'd known in so long, he almost teared up over it.] Well, at least I am not alone anymore. That's comforting.

[Now if he could just figure out what the hell he was going to do, where he was going to go.]

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[Bren looked up at the touch, that small gesture of support of the hand at his forearm. This close he could smell the scent of the other man, light and comforting and home. Before he could stop himself, he tipped forward into his chest, half to keep himself standing and half to breathe in that essence of him like that alone would soothe the pain in his head.]

No, no it's fine. I don't need medicine. The pain is my fault. Master Ikithon doesn't like the dreams. If I forget them, the pain stops.

[The words spilled out of him without much conscious thought behind them, like they were a lesson that he had been taught by rote, over and over and over again. When Bren realized what he was saying, doing, he moved to stand up.]

I'm sorry. I'm all right. Please don't think you've taken in a crazy man

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[ Essek's hands moved to rest on the shoulders, to steady the man as he heard the rambling that seemed to scatter like a dropped bag of pearls. He attempted to steady the other man, to ground him in such a way that he could calm down. Caleb had suffered anxiety as well, doubly so when Essek had turned, and it had been everything in Essek's power to assure his husband that he could deal with this development, that his drow heritage was not so dissimilar from that of a vampiric nature.

Then he heard Bren say the one name that Essek had not expected.

Trent-fucking-Ikithon, a bitter vile taste in his mouth as such a cold rage engulfed him. Memories of the man who had an unfortunate obsession with his husband, who had attempted at every opportunity to part them and whom, Essek suspected, had won in the end though the vampire could not precisely prove it. Trent Ikithon whom had been responsible for his own cross-over, not realizing how strong his and Caleb's love had been.

It would've made Trent happy if Caleb had looked upon Essek with revulsion, but unfortunately for him.. he hadn't. ]

I do not think you are crazy.. [ Essek assures softly and in such a gentle voice, his fingers rubbing against those shoulders ] Is this Master Ikithon the one one who has hurt you?

[ the question came dangerously soft, like a supple velvet glove holding a weapon, a knife-- poised to kill. Though, it was not directed at this man before him.

Even more important that he keep Bren close and with him, vitally important. But with that came the realization that Trent would likely be at his doorstep ]

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[Those hands were grounding and Bren was grateful for the touch as he pulled himself back together, embarrassed at himself for the outburst in front of his rescuer. What must Essek be thinking about him? He was breathing now, at a more regular pace. At the reassurance, a faint smile pulled at his lips, relieved. It was good then, that Lord Thelyss didn't think him mad, wasn't going to turn him out of the manor.

When that name was repeated back to him though, he went entirely stiff beneath Essek's touch. Oh, oh he shouldn't have said that, should he have? Except no, his host deserved to know, especially because Trent Ikithon was a dangerous man, one who would not hesitate to strike out at someone innocent in the way of what he wanted.

He still hesitated at the question, curious about the tone in that usually melodic, lilting voice, not entirely sure what it meant. It sounded dangerous though.]

I... yes. [A slight nod, the words hard to get out as if something in him was still frightened that Trent would hear, would know.]

It's... I think it's been a few years. He kept me, but he let his guard down. I escaped and--

[This was when realization rammed into Brent like a shockwave.]

He'll come after me. If he finds me here... he's dangerous. He's so dangerous. I'll be putting you in danger. I already am. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I need to go.

[The words were pouring out of him now, in a frantic rush. But the idea of Essek being hurt because of him makes something in him feel deathly cold, a leaden weight in his stomach. No, he won't be the one to bring harm to this man, his rescuer, his mate-- Wait. That one had just snuck in there, but no, it felt right somehow.]

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[ This was a thousand-fold worse than Essek had ever expirienced with Caleb. At times his husband could get anxious and all that needed to happen was that he guided him over to a couch, placed himself firmly in his lap and let his own gravity adjust over Caleb's, until the colour returned to those cheeks, until that breathing had returned to something approaching normal. It was because within that framework, Trent had been trying to catch Caleb, within this framwork however, Bren had already been caught.

But the worry, he knew, had never been from Caleb's survival instinct for himself-- it had been from Essek's safety. That, the drow vampire had always known; the seeds that had been sown the night he'd been turned. It had been the wards that were in place, even now Essek knew that a tether had been settled down and was in place even in death. A protective aegis that constantly surrounded the Widogast grounds. ]

You are not going anywhere.

[ Bren would feel himself being wrapped in those arms, prevented from going anywhere. Ah, Essek could feel how that heart ran like a rabbit's, hunted and afraid; that same heart beat seemed to fragrance the blood with desperation born of fear, a scent that had never tempted him when it had come to Caleb. He exerted his body to feel heavy, manually adjusting his weight to wrap around Bren as if it were a blanket of soothing warmth despite the coolness that radiated from him. His hands found the back of Bren's hair, his fingertips curling in the locks like a lover's fond touch. ]

You will find that I am far more powerful than you give me credit for, I will be able to defend against whatever it is that this man brings to bear against me.

[ And to the voice inside, he spoke in his own core language. A language that he knew that his lover inside knew ]


Ori'gato uns'aa sslig'ne dos nin vel'klar Usstan gumash naut t'yin [ Let me defend you now, where I could not then... ]

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[Bren gasped softly in surprise as he was suddenly caught up in those arms. He froze for a moment, caught in the middle of his flight response still ready to bolt. But Essek's arms were stronger than he expected, not to be argued with. The fingers sinking into his hair were soothing and Bren could feel some of that terror settle, and he leans into Essek, eyes falling shut.

Essek would be able to stand against Trent Ikithon? In Bren's mind, Trent was his own personal boogeyman, a phantom force whose reach seemed infinite since his own world had been reduced for years to Trent's grasp.

The words that followed, Bren did not speak the language. But Essek was right, Caleb did. Caleb knew and ached with not being able to respond, to tell him that it had not been his fault back then, that he would stand with his love now against this.

Even if Bren didn't know each word, somehow he still felt like he understood what the drow was saying. Some of the tension eased from him slowly, leaning close and pressing his face up against Essek's neck, just breathing in the scent of him, cool and sweet and comforting.]

You smell like home. Why do you smell like home?

[And like his mate, like the one that every ounce of his being was screaming that he belonged with.]

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[ His embrace was strong, and it was meant to be comforting. To somehow alleviate the anxiety that the other man felt. He felt the tension slowly leak out of the other man, taking a downward trajectory toward the floor and his fingers danced against that scalp, slowly massaging as he attempted to calm this man in whatever way he was able to. His breath a whisper of shadowed softness against the locks of that hair as Bren buried his face in neck, inhaling whatever he needed to survive. ]

For as long as you need it, this place will be a sanctuary for you.

[ He did not want to explain those words, but they were nevertheless offered to Bren-- honestly and sincerely. He stroked then down the back of Bren's neck, cool fingers to subdue the surge in temperature. While there was cues that most would not read into for Vampires if one was a drow. There were other clues that Essek himself missed.

Caleb had always run warmer than most. So at the surge of output in heat, Essek would not have blinked an eye whatsoever. it had been Caleb's normal and thus it was normal here, the warmth actually felt nice and he had forgotten how much he had craved it within this embrace. ]

And you.. you are very warm.

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[Bren remembered how to breathe and slowly, oh so slowly, allowed himself to believe that he could be safe here, that Essek could be safe and not in danger because of him. He didn't want to move, wanted to stay right here, held in arms that felt strangely familiar, like he was where he was meant to be.]

Thank you. I... [His arms would around Essek in turn, holding tightly to the cool body against his own.]

Last night was the first night I have felt safe in a very long time. I am grateful.

[Grateful and full of questions at why so much of this place felt like he had known it before, like a persistent deja vu that refused to ebb, a constant thrumming at the back of his mind.

He lifted his head finally to look at Essek, almost sheepish.]

I run hot, yes... [He was a werewolf, and part of him felt guilty for keeping that from this generous man, but he didn't know how to admit that he was a monster. Even with all the reassurances, a lingering fear that he would be turned away.

Glancing up, his eyes strayed over his shoulder and caught all at once on a portrait. Beautifully painted, lit by the warmth of the fire and lights in this immense library. One figure was Lord Thelyss, clearly, but the other.

Bren's breath caught.] That's... [That was him, he was looking into eyes that he knew, a mirror to another lifetime. His eyes widened further as he realized he was wearing the same clothes as the man in the painting.]

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Well, I run a little bit cooler so perhaps we balance each other out.

[ He didn't want to let go of Bren however came the awareness that Bren had stiffened underneath his touch, and then Essek pulled back, he turned to look over his own shoulder and he saw what had caught Bren's eyes and he grew a bit cold, well even colder, he stepped backwards and felt his breathing catch. ]

That is the painting that my late husband had commissioned in commemoration of our wedding, 150 years ago.

[ It had been that long, hadn't it. One hundred and fifty years of waiting for Caleb to return to him-- waiting for so long that he had almost lost hope. The vampire stepped backwards a hairsbreadth as he took in the reaction with something that felt like fear. However he did not want to disturb Bren or alarm him. ]

Your resemblance to my husband is uncanny, I will admit.

[ It would do no good to ignore the elephant in the room, and that was that the two were startlingly alike, both made of bonfires and ink, the sharp tang of cinnamon apples and the sweetest bite of orange. ]

Frumpkin was his familiar... I believe that is why he is drawn to you.

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[There was a crossroads here, wasn't there? For a moment Bren wondered if he should be worried, concerned that the reason Essek had taken him in was the resemblance to his late husband as some sort of replacement. But no, that didn't feel right. It was something more than that, and that nearly unheard voice at the back of his mind assured him that he was right.

When he felt Essek start to step back, Bren reached out without thinking about it, searching for his hand, catching their fingers together before glancing over at the Drow with a plaintive expression, a silent plea of don't go far? Stay close?

Then, hand still holding onto Essek's, Bren stepped forward, slowly, closer to where the portrait hung, his eyes searching the painting. He was a smart man, and the puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place. Dreams he shouldn't have been able to dream. An alchemy of souls. The way the hand in his felt like it was where it belonged. That absurd cat.

A name surfaced from in him, on his lips before he could think better of speaking it.]

Caleb Widogast.

[That was right, wasn't it? It felt right. His brow furrowed and he turned back to face Essek.]

It's more than a resemblance, isn't it?

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[ Essek had.. feared that too; that Bren would think that he was a stand-in, a replacement for the man above within the entrapment of a memory above the mantleplace, the glow of the firelight and how it cast over the beautiful tableaux of domesticity. He'd stared at that portrait many times, while he ached for that back. But it would never he that again, he knew this irrevocably. Even with Bren dressed up in Caleb's clothing, this man was different, had grown differently due to different circumstances and enviroments. This was Bren, not Caleb.

His hand was caught even as he tried to escape, but he did not move further because of that hand. Rather his cool fingers slid into the warm protection of Bren's calloused hand where it was kept hostage, though not unwelcome. The name uttered, the name of his late husband and he nodded, the movement of his head sending that lock of curled hair that fell to the left, to lightly bounce. ]

Yes, Caleb Widogast was his name and I do not believe it is a coincidence but conversely I know you are not him, you are Bren.

[ He was attempting to formulate his words, to be gentle with them. Very few recieved this gentleness from Lord Thelyss, normally terse and unreadable, he was displaying too much emotion and he felt naked and raw from it. ]

Because this is not coincidence, you will recieve sanctuary for as long as you require it though I would prefer that you allow me to do a bit of research on this.. Ikithon, so I may assess the threat to your safety. I would prefer it if you did not leave until I have ascertained and assured your safety beyond these walls.

[ Essek Thelyss would not press commitment, only time and paired it with the acknowledgement that Bren was his own person, could choose and perhaps it was not wise to choose just yet. He was cautious and he knew that Bren was likely cautious as well with his entire situations. ]

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[He should be disturbed by all this, perhaps. But of all the things that had happened in his life, especially these past few years, Essek Thelyss is one of the best things that has found him. He couldn't believe that was untrue. The kindness he'd found here, the safety, those were genuine. The way the staff spoke of their employer was evidence enough of the person that the mysterious lord was.

Then there was that continued pull from the center of his chest to the drow, where all of him desired to be in his arms. So yes, he was Bren, but he got the distinct impression that, somehow, he might be Caleb too.

He could feel that emotion in Essek's voice, in the words, gentle and soothing, and he smiled.]

How could I leave now? I have a library to put in order, do I not?

[And an intense and mysterious lord whose broken heart was beginning to show in small peeks through that perfect icy veneer. Bren had the wild thought that perhaps he could find a way to help him put it back together. The older part of his soul hummed in approval at that. They were in agreement, not so different despite the time and life experiences that separated them.]

And I would miss Frumpkin, of course.

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You do have such a task before you, and as you can see it is daunting.

[ He had been flirted with in such a way before, by Caleb himself. He remembered the times at the academy where Caleb had flirted with him in such a roundabout way; it was familiar and he could a spark in the area where his heart should be, a thing long since dead, he should've not felt that little spark of magic there. Except that he could-- the softest of hums, the tiniest of pulses. He squeezed that hand and then said archly. ]

You also cannot wear outdated clothing like that, so perhaps we can go to my work room and I can take some proper measurements, though you will have to tell me if you have any style preference?

[ In a way, Essek had a feeling that Bren wouldn't, Caleb never did. All of the garments had been chosen by Essek with a refined eye, and all of them had looked flawless on the other man. ]

Unless you prefer to wander around in frilled cuffs and a belted embroidered tunic.

[ And then with the hint of a smile, Essek gave that hand a squeeze. A shadow of nervousness managing to seep off of him at Bren's calmness, the anxiety but a memory for the time being ]

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Oh yes, very daunting.

[Bren nodded soberly, looking around the absurdly large library with what could only be described as infatuation. He could get lost in here -- would likely get lost in here. Essek would likely have to track him down some nights here, either having fallen asleep or forgotten to sleep entirely within this remarkable temple of books and knowledge.

He glanced down at himself as Essek pointed out the very obvious old fashioned nature of his borrowed clothes.]

Maybe something a little more modern would be a good idea. [A sheepish smile of his own as he tugged at one frilled cuff.] But I don't know if I have any real thoughts on style. I hadn't thought much of it before.

[Bren was the sort to wear whatever fit and was clean, and had certainly never really considered what would actually look good on him.]

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Have you eaten yet?

[ A smile that played against his lips, a secret smile that for the time being was reserved just for Bren; one that he had not felt for so very long as it shifted through time and space to come to this exact moment. He let go of that hand, it was reluctantly even though his hand already felt a warm by proximity heat from hands that had always born the mark of a wizard.

Essek did have priorities, and making sure that this soul was taken care of was one of them. But he also realized that he had to work slowly and patiently so as to build a certain amount of trust deeper; he did not want to do too much too fast. Even though, the Caleb inside would likely see that Essek was falling like a Tower, that it was only a matter of time.

Especially when the thread that connected their two souls were nearly impossible to ignore. ]

Should I question the staff as to what you ate today?

[ He had done the same with the staff back then-- because Caleb had been used to getting lost in a book and not getting unlost for such things like food, and sometimes sleep. ]

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Ah...

[Why did Bren suddenly feel like he'd been caught misbehaving? He hesitated, unsure how to answer the question, mouth opening before shutting. Well, the truth was probably the better option here.]

I ate a late lunch, but have not had dinner, no.

[The next question had him wrinkling his nose and waving a hand at him.] You may ask Jester if you like. She insisted on me trying today's new pastries.

[Thankfully there had also been some less confectionary options as well.

Unaware entirely of what he was truly asking, he turned the query back on Essek.] And what about you, Lord Thelyss? Have you eaten dinner yet?

[A tilt of his chin, meant to be smug and perhaps a bit authoritative, but probably ended being an unfortunate and unintended temptation of baring his throat in the process of the movement.]

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[ Essek's eyes slid to that perfect throat, how it looked bared so beautifully for his gaze. And his sharpened eyesight could see exactly where the most delicious vein throbbed the most, beguiling and sweet; he was utterly sure that the blood that lay at the gateway would taste like oranges and cinnamon spice, like home on a cold autumn evening.

For a moment hunger overtook him; he had not fed but he planned on later.

A lie would suffice. ]

I have a very light appetite, I did eat a little something before leaving my room-- I am very self conscious tough and do not enjoy eating in front of others, so I rarely do not.

[ He would use the excuse that Drow had some primative eating habits, that would work ]

And you must call me 'Essek', please since we know each other fairly well now..

[ He motioned toward the library and then the portrait with an elegant hand ] We should dispense with the formalities, Chathiu--

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Mm. Is that so?

[A skeptical lift of one eyebrow at that. Bren wasn't entirely certain of that explanation, but any thoughts of pressing the issue further ended abruptly as the other man asked -- or well told -- him to call him by name.

He smiled, a small, almost shy thing. He'd smiled more in the not-quite-two-days that he had been here than he had in longer than he could remember.]

Essek.

[Bren repeated, shaping the word like something delicious that he'd forgotten the taste of until just now. It felt right, or almost right. There were other words, names, endearments that something told him should be there, but he did not have them yet, just the empty shapes of them not yet filled in.

When Essek used one for him, in a language he did not understand, he could feel himself flush.]

I suppose you're right, ja. We are beyond those now.

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[ Essek was tempted, of course he was; there was no doubt about that but there was still a part of Essek that was holding himself back. But the offering of name, of allowing Bren to call him Essek-- that was a step in the right direction. And there was so much for Bren to discover while Essek worked to keep the man safe, keeping him safe for his late husband, keeping him safe for him. The pull was there but Essek did not want to hold this incarnation of Caleb back quite yet.

He'd been through so much pain and trouble, and now Essek had a scope of it when the name Ikithon had been mentioned.

The drow formed the well used glyph for his purpose and then cast a sending spell to Jester downstairs, a silent communication then ensued where Essek's expression turned from placid to gently wry. There had certainly been a response though he would not precisely disclose what it had been. ]

Jester will be bringing up repast for you to my workroom which you may nibble on at your leisure.. now come, Bren.

[ A motion of his hand, those words utterly gentle and yet with the softest bit of authority of it with the Lord coming out-- a Lord that was quite used to being obeyed. Throughout the night, he would see that Bren ate in bits and pieces here and there. The library could wait for later hours to be returned to, and Essek always preferred to do any work when he first awoke, it was when he felt hte most motivated. ]

I have two workrooms, one is for magic and the other is for my 'day job' you could say-- [ And then quietly ] My late husband also had a work room of his own, which I shall show you as well, once we are done.

[ And there was a part of Essek that wanted to show to Bren everything that had filled Caleb's life with job and meaning-- not realizing that most intense one of them all was buried deep within himself ]

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[And Bren was quite used to following orders, to doing what he was told under pain of punishment if he did not. There was something kinder, gentler about this Lord Thelyss, and it was all too easy, comfortable, to fall in at his side dutifully as he had been bade.]

I would say that I do not need so much looking after as that, but... I think I might. It's an adjustment, taking car of myself again, having that option.

[Freedom was a forgotten then, nearly atrophied in him after his time in Trent's clutches. The muscle memory was returning though, guided as it was by the gentle but firm hand of his still-mysterious benefactor.]

How long has it been? Since you lost him, that is.

[It was an intensely personal question, but there was an air of such sadness and loneliness that hung over this man, like his heart had been left alone in the cold for far too long.]

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[ Up the stairs, Essek led Bren and as he walked, he spoked. He almost seemed to hover with the grace that he personified, perhaps he did a little bit. It was hard to think of him as short because his very being was tall, at least presence-wise. It was an air of impeccable control that clung to him like a mantle or a finely woven cloak. His fingers glided lightly on the balustrade as he walked up the stairs, ever mindful that the human followed quietly behind him. ]

I did not get nearly as many years with him as I had wanted, certainly not a lifetime; I would say perhaps 140 ago since he..

[ He could feel that part within his chest ache, the part that did not have the luxury of a living and breathing heart-- but for a moment when he had had been with Caleb, the wizard had shared his heart with him, and he had felt something like life within the hollow of his soul. ]

He was just shy of his 33rd birthday, though we met when we attended Solstryce together.

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Such a long time.

[Bren murmured quietly. When Essek had kept so much untouched, as if the ghost of his late husband had never really left this place. But no, that wasn't right. There was no ghost here, no soul lingered in the walls of this place. That knowing presence deep inside him -- who was climbing ever closer to the surface since he had come to be with Essek Thelyss -- assured him that no, no wayward spirits. Instead that soul had dove straight into the cycle of rebirth in hopes of returning to his soulmate, to this lonely, beautiful man.]

I'm sorry. That is not nearly enough time.

[Something in his heart ached so deeply that it almost took his feet out from underneath him. The memories were not there, but somehow the emotions were, that feeling of fear and pain in death, but worse the fear of what would become of a love left behind, left alone.]

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[ The only ghosts here were in the tendrils of nostalgia, while no spiritual residue of the paranoral remained, no lingering ghosts of Caleb. There was the memories that clung to this place-- to every door, every surface, to every little pain of glass that had been touched by the glow of moon and the glimmering warmth of fire.

He glanced over at Bren as he ascended back to the landing that would lead back to the second floor, and then he reached out and took Bren's hand, to give it a squeeze. ]

I am a drow and will live centuries, it would never have been enough time.

[ he always would've wanted another day week, year. He would've loved Caleb through all of the seasons of his life-- unfortunately it had been Summer of it when he'd been taken away, he'd never been able to experience Caleb in Winter, or Fall. ]

If you have any other questions about Caleb Widogast, I would be able to provide them.

[ He opened the door and then led Bren out and then quickly toward the right, closer and closer still toward the Amber room and yet going past it, further down the hall until himself and Bren came to his wing, darkened in a way that the other wings were not, his fingers then falling on a door handle and he turned and then pushed it to reveal a darkened room.

This room was filled with a work desk, dress stands with half-finished pieces. There were spools and bolts of fabric organized in large cubicles, and things such as lace and trimming in the other. It was where Essek did most of his work where it came to Thelyss Aesthetics. ]

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No, I suppose it wouldn't have.

[But thirty-three is so young, even in the fragile limited lifespan of a human that was not long. Bren himself has never been in love, even with the other werewolves that he had been given to to imprint on, it had never felt like how he imagined love would feel.

He imagined it would be more like stepping into freefall, suspiciously like the way his heart decided to defy gravity in his chest when Essek Thelyss looked at him -- which was a confusing and frightening thought.

His thoughts were, mercifully, redirected to looking around as they moved into the wing of the manor that had not been part of his tour earlier. Essek's personal wing. He knew that Drow had sensitive eyes, that they were not fans of bright light or the sun at the best of times. It made sense enough that Bren wasn't going to question it. His eyes swept the room once Essek had opened the door, curious, but constrained by the limitations of his human eyes in the dimness.

His fingers itched to slip into shapes he shouldn't have known, to carve a sigil through the open air, the start of an incantation on his tongue out of reflex and muscle memory, knowing full well they would send up several soft globules of light. Why did he know that? He looked back to Essek.]

I have many questions about him. And about you.

[And about me. He gave into the urge in his fingers, surrendering to the instinct and in a moment four small globules of light flared softly into existence, the illumination soft and dim, a gentle amber glow, familiar to Essek without doubt. But now Bren could see the darkened room better without waiting for his host to trigger whatever lights may have been in here.]

You were both mages?

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[ They were both navigating this together; for Essek it came in a different format; wanthing this man whom his husband had been reincarnated as but likewise realizing that he could not possibly turn it into what he had, what they had. Nothing could be exactly the same and Bren was different and his own, and he worried that any interest that Bren seized upon would be undershadowed by the what came before.

It was an exceedingly hard line to walk.

He stepped in and was about ready to turn on the electric wall sconces when the room suffused into a soft glow. He turned around in wondering surprise where his eyes caught Bren, the magic hovering over the palms before floating upward like dancing flames.

His throat painfully constricted, even as he saw Frumpkin run circles around Bren's feet, attempting to subdue them much like a real cat's instictual need to chase lights and shadows. ]

We were both mages, and the most talented in our class; we graduated as co-valedvictorians because our professors did not know how they could seperate our talents and decide from their. Though his specialty had always been fire and mine Dunamancy.

[ Dunamancy was not something that was common within the Zemni fields, rather a specialty from further north east where the Drow lived within Xhorhas. He was rummaging around and finally found his measuring tape, the last time he'd used it-- he'd been measuring Veth for her wedding dress. ]

That was one of his favorite spells, you know-- Dancing Lights; he used to name spells after himself and I would always tease him about it.

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren looked from the rising lights to the cat trying to capture them, smiling fondly. Ridiculous creature; he was already very invested in this strange fey cat. His eyes turned to Essek as the other man spoke; he was also already very invested in this strange, mysterious Drow.

He sent three of the lights up to hover in the room and sent one skittering across the floor for Frumpkin to chase.]

So you were a power couple from the start.

[Bren teased gently, but there was some truth to the words, wasn't there? This man in front of him was powerful, enough that Bren truly believed that Essek could stand against Trent Ikithon, if Trent were to track him to this place -- a thought that still filled him with cold and leaden fear when he considered it.

His eyes lifted to the lights once more.] It just came to mind...

[But that was strange too, and he let that thought be shuffled to the side as he walked in, moving closer to Essek.]

Is that why this is Widogast Manor?