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Author Topic: gathered around the quiet earth  (Read 760 times)

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gathered around the quiet earth
« on: Jan 27, 18, 08:34:54 PM »
Hearsay had been cleaned up, Epiphany had made sure of that, and the Healer Warlord was trying to settle in but it was not working entirely well. Mostly because he still felt uneasy, even though there were wards and protections that were meant to keep the Brood away. After running as he did, he still felt as if he would make a misstep and find himself face to face with Pestilence.

... and then she would ...

He did not know but his nightmares were fiendish and it had lead to him being found by Epiphany curled up and asleep in the tree outside of her room. Eventually she had found him, gotten him to come in and settle for the rest of the night, but he was still fighting that need to simply not be seen. Just because the Queen was alright with his presence did not mean the rest of her Court was and he was trying as best he could to not just be, for lack of a better word, cling.

In trying to not cling, the Healer Warlord was walking the edges of Glory Glade. Learning the boundaries and the feel of it. More than that, he was also looking for signs that there was ... unrest. That something, or someone, was damaging the forest. The only thing he had found was a branch of a young tree that had been broken from what was likely a rowdy youngling who had not yet learned what could hold their weight and what could not. With a careful look around, forever paranoid, Hearsay began to look over the broken branch so that he might be able to heal it.

This place was Epiphany's, the trees as much a part of her Court as the people, and he would tend to those when he could not tend to the people.

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #1 on: Jan 31, 18, 06:35:16 PM »
There something new here in Glory Glade. Squall would have known it even if Epiphany hadn’t told him. He would have known, because Squall knew every inch of Glory Glade. He’d been watching it, learning it, for months. Not the people so much, other than Epiphany herself and those in closest proximity to her, but the growth - the trees. Those he knew. And that was how he knew there was something different, something new here in Glory Glade.

The young Warlord Prince hadn’t had a chance to speak to the new male yet. He was trying not to make up his mind about him until he did so. That would be the proper, diplomatic way to go about it. Meet the man, learn him, and then form an opinion - rather than base it upon the territorial itch just under his skin that was distinctly unhappy about Epiphany finding a new male almost before he really had the chance to adjust to being back at Court. It just seemed a little unfair.

But that was the old Squall. The young, hotheaded Warlord Prince with romance in his heart and fire in his veins. That boy wasn’t there anymore. Well, not as much as perhaps he pretended he was. He was trying to go through the motions, remember how things used to be and just fit back into that skin. But the old Squall Thrainsson was a jacket two sizes too small now, and it was chafing. What was most uncomfortable was that he wasn’t sure who he should be, how he should be, if not that.

Certainly not that wild thing he’d become while living out among the trees… right? There was no place for him here.

And yet..

And yet he found himself as often as possible out among the trees that had come to be home to him. High in their boughs, where he could see everything. Where the winds were songs breathed gently through an instrument of leaf and feather.

He was in one of those boughs when he sensed the new coming closer. Shifting silently, carefully, he sat up and watched with sharp eyes turned curious as the strange new male bent over a branch that had broken from one of the lower boughs of a tree near where he was. He’d noticed it, too, when he’d come this way - if only because the break was so clearly from weight that he’d then worried and obsessed for a solid twenty minutes that they were being invaded. But there had been no sense and no scent of those things, so he’d settled.

But the Warlord below him wasn’t approaching it like he had. Wasn’t concerned about an invasion or an attack. Wasn’t looking for intruders. He was… fussing over it.

Squall silently brought himself down the tree to put his feet on the grass before speaking.

“What are you doing?”

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #2 on: Feb 01, 18, 03:56:32 AM »
Hearsay had sensed it, the presence of another, but it wasn't- The wards were safe and he was inside them and it did not feel like Pestilence, his pretend-Spirit that was not Spirit but Brood. So he had pushed it aside, told himself that he was not supposed to be scared of everything and nothing was going to get him here because if Epiphany said he was meant to be here then he was meant to be here.

Except he was not ready for it to be a Warlord Prince, the one who's scent had been left around the tree. He had thought it the Warlord Prince that had broken it but then the scent was not on the tree it was around the tree, as if he had done exactly what Hearsay had done. Worried about the cause of the broken limb until he left it for whatever reason.

His own scent was still carefully controlled, only up close that one would be able to scent the Healer that went with the Warlord, carefully twined together with the dark earthy scent that was inherently him. Petrichor, the soil of the forest after a rain had cleansed it; that was what Hearsay smelled like.

Shoulders stiffened, that instant flair of panic rising in him. This male was Epiphany's too, wasn't he? But he was a Warlord Prince ... Yet he was not Brevity, which is what Hearsay repeated to himself mentally. He just- He did not want to talk at all or answer the question.

One hand rested under the branch, at the split, and the other was pressing down from above and holding there. There had been a brief pulse of Opal, a scan of the tree itself, and then nothing as now there was another here. Hearsay's pale eyes looked uneasy, shoulders hunching as if he wanted to cave in on himself before he let out a breath and steeled himself.

"... looking after the tree," he replied, "because it's hurt." Worst case scenario, he knew a few things he could do that he could later come back and fix but right now everything was focused upon the Warlord Prince. His empathy was going wild, plucking at each and every emotion that he felt and wrapping them around himself to let him know that this Prince was not a threat or a danger.

... just ... curious? How long was that going to last? Until he scented him properly? Until he decided that he did not want Hearsay in his vicinity?

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #3 on: Feb 04, 18, 11:32:18 AM »
There was a timidity about the other male that pulled at Squall's instinct to protect, and he actually looked around, taking another survey of the area as if to find a source for the way the male's shoulders curved and his voice hesitated. It wasn't just in the set of his shoulders and the way he talked, either. That perhaps might have been just a personality thing - but Squall could sense his fear, his panic, his almost... desperation not to be noticed by whatever he was afraid of. Squall had always been incredibly sensitive to psychic scents - particularly the flux of emotions in them. It was enough to distract him from that subtle something that was a off about his Caste - and also more important at least at the moment.

He half expected the Warlord to say that he was hiding from something, or was looking for someone. Something that might explain that fear.

'...looking after the tree... because it's hurt...'

Squall blinked and halted in his survey to look back at him. That wasn't... what he'd expected the other male to say. But it didn't really seem odd, either - considering Epiphany was their shared Queen.

"I saw it too," he said, and even offered a small smile before finishing his take of the area. Finding that there was no apparent threat, he returned most of his attention to the other man whom, despite his darker Jewel, did not remotely ping as a threat on Squall's radar. "I bet the Lady will feel better knowing that someone stopped to actually look after it." It hadn't even occurred to him to try and fix the broken branch.

because all you can do is destroy, apparently - just like the Brood...

His throat tightened and his fists clenched just briefly in effort to swallow the guilt and the self-doubt and the self-loathing that had absolutely no place here in his Queen's lands - in the presence of another of her males.

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #4 on: Feb 04, 18, 06:53:02 PM »
Why was he- Hearsay's brow knit together in confusion. Was he- He was checking for dangers for him? That was odd, so very odd. It did not really ease the edge of fear, there was little to be done for that, but watching the Warlord Prince check the area around him and pay no mind to him at least made the stiffness in his shoulders relax.

"It was a child, most likely one that hasn't learned how to climb properly," said Hearsay slowly, as apparently the other had been interested himself. He had worried himself that it had been something else - Pestilence! - but no, that was not the case at all. His hands rested against the branch, a hand on either side of the break, and watched the Warlord Prince. Where the other relied on psychic scents, Hearsay could read the other cues. The spikes of emotions that scent could not reveal.

Self-loathing and self-doubt were familiar feelings, things he often felt in himself.

"Most can't, you know." His voice softened, icy blue eyes turned to the broken branch and focused upon it. "Do something about this. Better to cut the limb off, preserve the tree itself and not let it be damaged further. They still have to suffer that pain, the loss ..." Hearsay wanted to heal this, the need was strong and he was struggling with it. This was Epiphany's land, that which she loved and looked after, and he would do that as well.

He looked back to the Warlord Prince. "I mean, don't ..." A small pause as he realized he was being invasive, talking of someone's emotional state but it called to him as much as taking care of this tree did. "There's not anything you can do beside that, so you shouldn't feel as you do." No, that was wrong. Hearsay bit his bottom lip, closing his eyes. "Sorry, I can tell that you were looking at it earlier and even now worrying in a way ..."

His fingers curled around the limb, tightening and weighing the odds. Epiphany's voice was in his head, telling him that this place was where he was meant to be.

"Would it help ... if I could do something?" Then his shoulders sunk again, head ducking as he realized how that sounded. Hearsay expecting to be struck at for the implication that a Warlord Prince was not capable or better. "Not that you can't, I'm sure you could help but ... I can ... do more."

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #5 on: Feb 17, 18, 12:18:06 AM »
Squall nodded along as the Warlord uttered a quiet reasoning for how the branch had been broken. He’d come to a similar conclusion. Well, not quite so specific. Once he’d checked it and the area for any trace scent of the Brood or even lingering hostility he’d mostly moved on from the scene, figuring that it must have been a scout, or child - or even an animal or the weather. As long as it wasn’t the Brood, as long as it wasn’t the enemy, as long as it wasn’t a threat to his Queen and the people she loved — then it really didn’t matter what had caused it. And since there had been nothing he could do about it, he’d just moved on.

Because there was nothing. Nothing he could do. Not to fix things.

His brows furrowed as the red-haired male before him went on, and something within his chest felt tighter. It wasn’t out of anger, or even the awkwardness that came with having another male reassure you on something you never shared aloud. Rather, and Squall was disappointed in himself to realize this, it was more a grip of jealousy than anything else. The way this other male talked about the trees. About how they hurt, how they suffered the loss of a limb - but still needed to be tended, like if a person had a broken arm instead of a tree and it’s bough…

It was just like Epiphany and how she was with them. Because they were alive after all. And so much.. more.. than what most people thought. Than how most people treated them.

Squall was ashamed of himself. That he felt jealous of this.. this thing that the other male apparently had in common with their shared Queen. (And he was trying damn hard not to think about the other things he had in common - you know, like a descent Jewel, any descent Jewel let alone one of the same rank as their Lady.)

And he was also ashamed that he’d left the branch broken. That he hadn’t even tried anything. Hadn’t even tried to cut off the broken bit so that the tree wouldn’t be further harmed.

His mouth tightened and he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly as he struggled to swallow down these uncourtly feelings.

He cleared his throat a little, and even offered a small smile as he looked back up at him. “No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. It.. yeah. If you can do something… you should. If you can ever do something to help, you should always do it.”

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #6 on: Feb 17, 18, 01:10:44 AM »
Being able to read emotion, being able to catch the subtle shifts in scent and in how one reacted, for all that Hearsay could use these to be able to comfort, there were equal portion where it was just awkward. It did not help that this was a Warlord Prince and he knew more paranoia and fear in regards to those of that Caste than anything.

(Only Ranseur was spared but the man was more a father to Hearsay than his own father, not just another Warlord Prince for him to fear harm from. Angry responses and horrible actions meant to do hurt. Ranseur was none of those things, he was a guiding point to be strong no matter what.)

Hearsay bit at his bottom lip, guilt making him do so. Jealousy, of course, was worn well by no one but it just made him feel out of place. If he was not here then this Warlord Prince who was so very clearly hurting would not feel worse. His fingers twitched, the need to reach out and soothe the other male growing stronger than the need to heal the tree. Watched him as he carefully bottled things away. He wondered if he had even had someone reach out to him, help him process anything.

There were hurts in Epiphany, deeply hidden, and there were hurts here in her other bonded male that were more fresh. Hearsay was just adding to them.

His head bowed, eyes downcast. "I do," have to apologize, "but I will stop." Hearsay did not want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was. "If you want ... I can show you how to help things like this ..." He paused, chewing the inside of his cheek briefly. "If you don't know, that is. If you do, I am sorry to presume." He disliked how he got around Warlord Princes so much. There was, at least, a half a smile that was gained from the comment about always doing something to help.

"That's what I believe too, I just worry about ... getting in trouble," admitted Hearsay softly. Still, he waited a moment to see if the other male was going to come closer or not. His hands still rested upon the branch, one above and one below, pressing it gently together. There was the swell as he called upon his Opal, a soft glow of pale green, as he closed his eyes and gently weaved his Craft. For him it was old and familiar now, using his own energy to encourage the tree to reform what had been broken. Grow back and knit together the pith, the heartwood, the sapwood, the cambium, and eventually the bark.

It took time, as it always did because he was slow and careful, but when his hands pulled away there was only a slightly raise in the bark of the branch that showed it had been broken in the first place. The scent of petrichor was heavy in the air, always lingering behind him when he used his Jewels, but the noticeable oddity in his scent was more apparent now than it had been before. Warlord, his scent said so very clearly, just as it said Healer at the same time. Hearsay was not thinking about this, invested as he was in looking over the branch and ensuring that it was fully healed.

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #7 on: Feb 26, 18, 02:10:48 PM »
Squall blinked in curiosity when the Warlord offered to show him how to help the branch. Or, at least that was what he assumed he was talking about - he wasn’t sure what else he might have meant. The surprise and curiosity was enough to momentarily hamper the other, far more negative feelings rumbling around beneath his breast, and he took a step forward.

One hand distractedly waved away the extra apology and he shook his head. “No, I’d… I’d like to learn. Or, see. Or.. whatever.” He gave a small smile - one that was a bit lopsided and rather charming. One that made him look the young man of nineteen rather than the more stony, hardened soul he oscillated between nowadays, forged in the nightmare of his encounters, and his losses.

“Don’t worry about getting in trouble.” Something almost sweetly mischievous flashed across his lips. “I won’t tell.” Then he took another step closer, and then a few more, closing enough distance that he was now near enough to see clearly what he was doing - but also careful not to crowd him. Just because he was focused and interested in whatever it was the Lord was wanting to show him didn’t mean that he’d forgotten the other male’s skittishness.

Still, he was close enough to feel the shift and fluctuation in the air that told of the use of Craft. And it was a familiar feeling, too. One that reminded him of… and that was when he put together that little oddity about the other male’s caste.

A Healer.

Squall had never met a dual-casted male before. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he’d ever met a dual-casted female before. Not for any significant amount of time in any case - not even for a personal introduction.

But anything he might have felt beside surprise regarding this discovery was overshadowed and swiftly replaced by soft wonder as the Warlord pulled his hands away and revealed the branch - whole, healed - with just a small scar to even tell the tale of it’s trauma.

His heart clenched and he reached out and gently brushed his fingers over the raised spot. Then he looked at the Warlord and smiled.

“You fixed it.”

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #8 on: Feb 26, 18, 11:29:06 PM »
Hearsay did not often look his age. Mostly he looked young and skittish unless he was at ease and then, in those moments, he looked like the man that he was growing into. He might have said something about that promise, even had a retort, but they were caught in his throat because he did not know how to explain that sometimes trouble came no matter what.

It was not a matter of not being told on, it just happened because there were too many people that realized what he was and let their tongues lashed out with harsh words. Still, Hearsay appreciated it, for what it was worth. Though he was a touch uneasy with the Warlord Prince so close (his body ached in memory of his near death; the harms that Brevity had visited upon him healed but his mind remembered them too well) he did his best to not let it show.

Focus upon that which he was doing.

When he was done he realized how close the Warlord Prince had come, hands falling away from the branch as he reached for it himself to feel it. Run his fingers along the healed break and see that it was gone, save for that small bump. That smile, direct at him, made a flush of faint red spread across his nose and cheeks. Hearsay did not look down, not in this moment, because he was supposed to show pride in his work - Kalis had slapped him upside his head enough to reinforce that - but his hands fidgeted together.

"Yes, I-" he paused, swallowed as he knew there was no hiding, not with him so close; his second caste would be apparent, "I healed it. It's what I can do to help." An uncertain smile, shy and tentative, was given to the other male. "They've hurts too and no one really knows how to look after them anymore." Yet that reminded him, all too well, that it was why he had ended up in Glory Glade. Hearsay had drawn the attention of the Brood, of Pestilence, because he was able to work with the forest and heal it.

All because he had been shunned from healing the people of Dea al Mon.

"I can't teach you that, it's ... I mean, it's because of what I am that I can." Hearsay's gaze faltered and fell but raised back up. "I can show you how to do other things that can help them? Keep further harm from befalling them." The Healer Warlord took a step back towards the tree, his hand running along the healed branch as his eyes drifted shut. It was a scan, just as a Healer would have done to a patient to confirm they were truly well. "They'll like that, I think." As much as he could tell such a thing. He was not Epiphany, he could not understand the trees. It was only faint impressions and whispers, a knowledge that they were there but out of his reach.

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #9 on: Mar 11, 18, 11:25:31 PM »
One finger trailed over that barely there blemish on the branch again. Then he tentatively spread out his fingers and rubbed his palm over it as well. He extended his senses, just curious as to what he would feel, what he would find. There was the gentle cling of craft to the branch still and… life. That beautiful blooming, wonderful life that had made him so at home among the boughs even before he’d turned himself into a recluse to hide from his sins.

However different or weird or other this quirk of caste, craft, and the workings of the Mother had made the Warlord beside him… it didn’t matter a damn above the live that was refilling the once-wounded branch.

Perhaps the comfort it gave him had something to do with how opposite it felt in relation to the Brood - those dead and twisted, evil things. Infected. Sick. Wrong.

This Lord… this Healer.. this brother in bond… he wasn’t like that. He wasn’t Wrong. He was maybe a little bit other, but in the way that brought him closer to the trees - and in the land ruled by their Queen that couldn’t possibly be a bad thing, right?

“I know that,” he said with a small nod as the other mentioned that he wouldn’t be able to teach him how to do the actual healing bit. Which, wasn’t so much that he knew that healing trees was probably a Healer Only thing, or even a Special Healer Only thing, but more that he knew that he, personally, wouldn’t be good at anything that had to do with healing craft. He was still struggling with his exponential ability to destroy. There was no way that he could build with that trouble weighing down his heart.

A small smile tugged at his mouth though, hinting at a younger, more carefree boy that perhaps was still hiding in the corner of the man’s burdened heart.

“I think so too. I’d like that, Lord…” He paused a moment, then offered his hand.

“I’m Squall.”

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #10 on: Mar 19, 18, 11:00:41 PM »
Hearsay wrinkled his nose up, not quite sure that he liked the flicker of smell that came from the Warlord Prince. The scent was all wrong, just as the emotions were full of self-loathing. For a moment he was fixed with a particularly soul-piercing gaze from the Healer Warlord, as he was plucking at the feelings and wrapping them around himself to understand.

It was not that far from the truth.

"Then I'll show you and you can learn and you'll help foster life." Certainly one way to put it, at least. Hearsay blinked again at the difference a smile made with the Warlord Prince - it made him look younger, closer in age, and certainly more approachable - before he glanced down to his hand. His fingers twitched, mostly in surprise, that a hand was offered.

Brevity would never do such a thing. Would, in fact, just use it as a trap to lure him in for pain. It was why he had learned there were only exceptions to Warlord Princes because the rule was - as he understood it - that they did not like him and often wanted him dead.

"Hearsay," he replied finally, tentatively reaching forward. Hearsay was skittish, no matter how much he tried to stop it. A breath was released as his fingers curled around Squall's and held. When nothing bad happened, a line of tension released before he flushed guiltily. The other could read scent, could he not? Or Hearsay had a suspicion that he did.

"I'm sorry. I have- I mean-" Breathe. "There are incidents," near death ones, "in recent weeks, that have lead to me being uneasy. I'm trying to be better about it but ..." He had not let go of Squall's hand but his free one ran through his hair nervously. "It takes time but I do not want you to think I think ill of you." No, if anything, he thought somewhat highly of Squall. More than he had of others of his Caste so far, even if most of the Warlord Princes within Glory Glade were not like what he was used to.

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #11 on: Mar 22, 18, 10:36:55 AM »
The moment between when he offered the hand and the other male accepted it stretched just a moment too long for it to be comfortable - and there was a sharp pull from his heart to his gut. He didn’t need to be able to catch the other man’s scent to understand what the hesitation was. It was obvious. Fear. Nervousness. Anxiety. All caused.. by him.

Any relief he felt when the other man - Hearsay - finally took his hand was minute in comparison to the guilt that curled around his heart like a possessive lover. It’s like he was waiting for him to cut him down - like he was waiting for it to be some kind of a trick where instead of wanting to befriend him, all Squall was waiting for was an opportunity to get close enough to be able to devour him.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he said quickly, shaking his head with a tight smile. “I… I’m sorry if I caused you any kind of stress, however inadvertently. If there’s anything I can do to help.. or make it easier… just.. just let me know.” He hated how awkward he sounded - he was usually much better than this. Wasn’t he? Well, maybe once he used to be. He was still trying to fit back into his old skin like a coat three sizes too small. Trying to hide behind a mask that no longer fit his features. Was he even remotely anything like the man he’d been before…?

People had liked that Squall. They’d felt comfortable around him. Now the young Warlord Prince hardly felt comfortable around himself - and considering how much time in the past two years he’d spent almost exclusively in his own company that was saying something incredibly sad.

He tried for a smile, one of the charming ones that was sweet and even bit flirty that had fit so well on his face before his world turned upside down and inside out. “If that means you’d prefer me to keep my distance I can do that. Or, I can growl at anyone else who comes to close to you.” The smile was a bit more genuine, and a bit of humor entered his eyes at that. Maybe to some it would seem silly - a broken to Purple Dusk Warlord Prince offering to be the protector of a man so much deeper in the Abyss than himself - but Squall was a Warlord Prince, and even more than that, he was a protector. Even if he was also, in his darkest most loathed shadows of his Self, a coward.

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #12 on: Apr 14, 18, 03:17:26 AM »
Hearsay's heart sunk, just as Squall's emotions did. He bit the inside of his cheek, stopping himself short of drawing blood and closed his eyes as the wash of the Warlord Prince's emotions became his own. His fingers closed in the air, the moment after Squall's hand was pulled away from his, and he opened his eyes back up to watch that barely there smile.

The one that shifted to something that surely would have been flirty and sweet, if Hearsay could not feel the bitter ache of pain. His head ducked down, face flushing even as he smiled a tiny bit at the offer made. Raising his head back up, he let out a breath and made a decision. He reached forward and took Squall's hand again, fingers curling and holding onto his gently. "I could say the same. I can-" he stopped, breathed in again, and then continued as he steadied himself in the face of the deep-seated self-loathing within the other. "I can feel your pain as surely as my own, it even feels a bit like mine ..."

Hearsay's fingers squeezed, to be reassuring for all that the expression on his face was horribly open and honest. This was leaving him open to potential attack, to repercussions, and he fought past that to try and help. "I don't want you to keep your distance," said Hearsay, "because it isn't ... You're not the one that hurt me, I just-" Another breath, eyes closing so that he would not skittishly look everywhere. "My brother is a Warlord Prince, who has spent most of our lives making me miserable." Hearsay's eyes opened and looked toward the tree limb, healed now as it was. "He also nearly killed me the morning after our Offerings. That is why I am so uneasy, why you can taste the fear, but I have to grow past that because you are not him - it isn't fair to you to hold that fear - and you have been far kinder, nicer than he ever was in this brief time than he was in our entire lives."

One last squeeze to Squall's hand and he let it go. Hearsay gave him a shy smile, pale blue eyes meeting his. "So I suppose if you want to growl at others for me, I would not mind that, but just ... other Warlord Princes? If they make me uncomfortable." Then, in a near whisper: "... and maybe Brood too but I ran so far, so they cannot be here to find me."

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #13 on: Apr 22, 18, 10:28:54 PM »
A small, faint, but quite sweet flush of color rose instantly to Squall’s cheeks as his eyes opened a bit wider in breathless surprise. His gaze flicked up to the Healer’s face, then back down, like he wasn’t sure what he was seeing - which was the other male’s hand curling over his own, taking it, and then those fingers squeezing a bit tighter as if to… to reassure him.

His heart tightened a little bit, and with the next few sharp, accelerating beats, flooded a little bit of hope that seemed to start in those fingertips and dart through the rest of his body.

’I don’t want you to keep your distance… you’re not the one that hurt me…’

He tried, but he couldn’t suppress the rumble of a growl that bubbled up from deep in his chest. He didn’t want to growl - because he recognized how hard it was for Hearsay to reach out to him like that. He fully understood how big of a gesture it was that even through his fear he reached out and touched the thing that was the source of his nerves.

Still, the sound rumbled free even as he closed his hand around the Healer’s and squeezed back just once before the other male pulled away. Another snarl threatened at the mention of them but there was enough fear in his heart at their mention that he was able to distract himself from releasing the sound by instead glancing warily around them, shifting slightly so that he was between Hearsay and the darkest part of the wood - so that if something happened to pop out, he would be able to fight it off long enough for the other to get back to the path.

Satisfied, he looked back to the Healer and his gaze was fierce, with that wild protectiveness he couldn’t curb if he tried.

No one is going to hurt you while I’m around,” he promised, the growl still riding his voice. “Not your brother, not another Warlord Prince, not a wild wolf, and not the…” he growled “..and not them. They’ll never get you. They’ll never get Epiphany. They won’t come here.” He told himself he didn’t sound desperate. He didn’t believe himself, but he tried.

“I won’t let them.”

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #14 on: Jul 30, 18, 12:32:10 AM »
Hearsay stood strong, did not let the rumble of a growl he heard make him stiffen or otherwise move from ingrained fear and otherwise. Squall was nothing like the other Warlord Princes he knew, did not intend to harm him and he actually-

His fingers tangled with Squall's. Tightened and held onto them as if they were a lifeline that he could not bear to part with. Moreso when Squall was putting himself between Hearsay and the things that were unknown and within the forest. He wondered, then, if the other had ...

Even as Squall made his promises, the ones Hearsay found himself believing even if the other did not, he knew the uncertainty that was there. The doubts that the other had and there was guilt in him because what if they did? What if Pestilence came or another? All because he had run and fled, not wanting to face whatever it was the Brood wanted him for?

"I believe that," said Hearsay quietly, taking a step closer despite the tremble that he was trying to keep hidden. "I believe you." His other hand, the one not held, reached for Squall's shoulder and slowly slid down to wrap around him. It was a hug, almost, pulling the Warlord Prince back to him and this moment.

Whatever it was.

Hearsay simply did not want the Warlord Prince to be thinking about what obviously was hurting him. "There is no one here, not now, because I can tell." A wind blew through the trees, almost as if there was an agreement from them. "... and I am grateful, that you offer me your protection ..." He was biting on lip again, closer than he had been in some time to a Warlord Prince (and yet feeling like it was safe). "... but who ..." A steadying breath was released. "Can I ... protect you?" His face heated, feeling foolish and stupid because he was no fighter but that was not what he meant.

He tried again.

"Not fighting, not combat - I am terrible at those things - but your feelings?" A pause as he was considering words. "Your spirit? Your heart? So you can keep being strong." His head ducked, frowning at himself. "I do not know if that even makes sense."

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #15 on: Aug 08, 18, 12:07:38 PM »
One long-fingered hand reached out and again entwined with his. Held on tightly. Firmly. With no intention of letting go.

’I believe you.’

Hearsay stepped toward him, even though he didn’t have to. Even though he had every reason to wrench his hand away and flee to a safer part of the wood. Or to the protective, nurturing embrace of their shared Queen. Warlord Princes were dangerous. They could be monstrous. He knew that all too well - and he understood why the Healer had been afraid, especially after learning how his brother had treated him.

But for some reason that Squall couldn’t fathom, and that touched him - moved him - more than he had the words to say, Hearsay wasn’t running. He was holding on. Opening himself up. Trusting him.

’I believe you.’

The Healer’s other hand lifted to his shoulder then slid down, wrapping loosely around him in a kind of embrace. His heart, so tight in his chest, beat twice - hard - right in his throat. Then everything within him relaxed. He took a deep breath in, capturing the scent of the other male, and found it comforting. Soothing. Misty rain and soft moss.

Squall closed his eyes and took another couple of breaths. The temptation of the edge, the tightness of worry and panic and paranoia faded into the background. When he opened his eyes he was calmed, and found himself offering a small smile at the way the other’s face heated around his question. The other might seem to think it was a foolish offer, but the Warlord Prince didn’t think so.

“I would be honored,” he said instead, his voice quiet but steady. “I think.. If we can support each other, protect each other in our ways.. Then we can make each other stronger.” There was a slight awkwardness to his words, something almost shy.

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Re: gathered around the quiet earth
« Reply #16 on: Aug 11, 18, 07:22:08 AM »
Hearsay had spent a great many years hiding all signs of his presence. It was something his cousin, Kalis, had thought him because too often his scent and otherwise gave him away. So it was simply another thing about himself that he hid away, something that kept him safe as it also kept an invisible wall between him and those that wanted to be close to him.

Not that there were many as he could count all those that he thought truly cared about him upon one hand before he had come to Glory Glade. It was different now, far different, and it showed in how he did not keep such tight control upon his scent and his presence. He was learning to trust that there were more like Squall (like their shared Queen Epiphany, like his Queen friend Virtuosa) that did not immediately want to shun him for what he was.

He was trying to be calm and relaxed, if only for the Warlord Prince that he was holding onto. Hearsay wanted to fidget, to squirm, to do a great many things but none of which were likely becoming. That and the real fact: it was never easy to separate himself from the feelings of someone who felt them strongly. Squall felt and felt deeply and Hearsay knew that as surely as he knew his own were the same.

So he simply settled for being supportive, for doing that which he knew he could do. He was no Queen, he could not heal feelings as they could, but he could do so by talking and listening and simply being there. It was as Squall took to heart what Hearsay had offered, as he truly believed it and found calm, that the Healer Warlord felt less uncertain himself.

... who was helping who?

"I think," said Hearsay quietly, "that sounds like the way it should be." He let out a breath, a soft exhale to steady himself before a lopsided smile was given to the Warlord Prince as he raised his head. "Not so lonely either."

Then, after a quiet moment, he said mostly to himself: "I think that's probably a good thing for both of us." A soft breath as pale eyes focused upon Squall. "... you're not alone anymore, Squall."

 

 

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