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aurelius vane-tempest - original character
same world as this guy
6'5" (195.6cm)
3-piece suits
4 gold wings
1 true partner (love!)
angel commander of his own army
devoted to God
proud to a fault
regrets nothing
...needs more friends
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"Cry?"
It didn't sound at all like Sebastian.
🐙🐙🐙 octopus grip something something...
The hands that lose their grip rest on Klaus's shirt instead. They hold fast to the fabric now, twisting them in the fingers.
"I don't recall, and I frankly don't care."
"I suppose it was the same things we always disagreed on."
There were only so many topics an angel and demon could talk about before coming to blows, in Aurelius's opinion. He must have taken the graceful way out and left before things got violent.
"The world can spare you for a couple hundred years," Aurelius adds. "Humanity has survived for millenia without a seraph living among their midst. You overestimate your worth with them, Klaus."
He reaches towards his chest with one hand and gives a sharp tug. The next moment, a golden chain is birthed in mid-air, its other end disappearing into Aurelius's body and his beating heart. The other hand he summarily wraps around Klaus's wrist until the strange material begins to seep into the skin.
"You are the most important existence to me," the divinus insists stubbornly. "My strength might not be on par with yours, but my methods are more decisive. Take a single step out that door, and you'll rip my heart right out."
It wouldn't kill him, of course.
But it'd hurt.
' moderation is a great tool, ' iloren muses thoughtfully. there's a lavishness to this new life of his.
' i've received many gifts since achieving my station, but i think back to my roots often. ' this visit is something he wouldn't have obtained had he not found himself with the title of heraldly. he's vividly aware of it, but the bitter taste of it has distanced itself over the years.
it's hard to be upset about it when he's being treated with such sincerity and generosity. aurelius is an outstanding host.
' before i leave? '
the offer has the inquisitor puzzled for a moment. he hadn't expected to fly today— fall, perhaps, given the isles and the distance between them. he starts thinking about logistics almost immediately. wouldn't aurelius have to hold him?
' today? now? ' he betrays his eagerness in trying to get specifics. the idea is exciting. to watch a dragon soar through the sky, it's something so far removed from iloren he'd never considered it for himself. he laughs at himself.
' i'd like to share a nice thing with you. maybe your most liked spot in the isles? '
"Today," Aurelius echoes calmly. "I can get creative with the method."
"Perhaps you'd prefer to be floated—or I'll weave you wings of light from my own. They wouldn't last forever, but it would give you more freedom."
It was such a good idea that he wondered why he didn't come up with it sooner. Ah—that's right. Either his friends already knew how to fly, or never expressed a wish to try while they were together.
"I've heard some people wearing flying shoes as well, though that must make balancing a challenge. We can explore all kinds of possibilities—that is, provided you trust me with the application."
Admittedly, he's gotten caught up in the fun of it all.
"My favorite spot?" Aurelius wonders. "Naturally, it's here. Though if you'd prefer somewhere more scenic, there's a certain fruit grove I like as well..."
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★ --;; "On the porch," Vash grouses, face buried in both palms as they slowly run down his face. A streak of dirt gets left behind on his cheek, doing little in service of his plight, but still. "On the porch," he reiterates. "Y'know. Where people go."
If it were anyone else, he might find himself a bit more forgiving. But as Aurelius sits calmly and makes a mess of his happy place, the mercy that was already so hard to reach for in the case of this man steadily and surely drifts ever further out of arm's length, even outstretched.
"You could have at least dumped it out in the yard. Y'know. Where the dirt goes." Even when messing around with the indoor plants, he at least had the decency to do so in the sink or the shower floor. Sure he could clean it up later with the hose, and he himself has had his fair share of minor spills, but it's the principle of the thing, and now there's dirt in the char cushion...!
A deep breath in through his nose, out through his mouth as Vash's hands finally fall down into his lap with a quiet thump, face upturned to the porch ceiling. See? He could do this whole 'emotional regulation' thing. No therapy required.
"Just... cover up the base of the plant and all the roots again. Preferably with the dirt that's all over the table. I'll be right back." And then he's up and sliding the kitchen door open again. He's going to get that beer.
Vash's expression seems...struggling, is how Aurelius interprets it. He can't tell what's so terrible that the Plant has to look like someone's stuck a lemon down his throat.
Once again, he abandons Aurelius to head inside, looking for who knows what.
Once again, Aurelius waits until he returns to pick up exactly where they've left off.
"Porches have plants too," he reasons first. "I've seen plenty of those. I suspect you're finding reasons to nitpick me on purpose."
"I'm committed to completing your little planting challenge, but it's rather petty on your part to criticize a beginner still learning the ropes."
At least he hasn't been idle. While Vash was gone, the hole (and three more piles of dirt) have been completed, giving Aurelius plenty of room to settle the angel trumpets into their brand-new home.
"At least it's not difficult so far."
He grabs the trowel to scoop up the dirt on the table, dinging the metal against its surface in the process.
Klaus watches as his phone is tossed to the side, but doesn't reach for it. "Sorry. I had to make sure Sephiroth had everything he needed," he says quietly. "But I'm here now."
What did Aurelius do with his phone, he wonders.
"Do....you want to talk about anything?" Maybe he'd tell him exactly what went on. The weak lingering presence of a particular demon only tells him bits. Between aurelius and sebastian, anything could have happened.
"Did you meet with Sebastian?" He asks as gently as he can.
"Yes, and he was annoying as usual," Aurelius replies honestly. When it came to disparaging an enemy, he sounded practically normal.
"He fed me a pity story about changing his ways, and then he started to cry." He scoffs, recalling the sight. "So I—"
"...."
"Aurelius, they're all the same," he says with a laugh. Regardless, he does as told and tries Aurelius' first. It's really good. His heart sings happily.
"I think it would be fun to also have our own little fireworks. Let's try that next time, too?" Now, the show is starting. People are gathering together to witness the fireworks.
Finally, the fireworks are lit in the sky, coloring the night with bright and vibrant colors.
Klaus looks to Sephiroth, holds Aurelius' hand with his free and looks to the fireworks, too.
Soon enough, the fireworks that happen next are those of a family of three. They look familiar!
@edgedwing - @hollowfaith
Hearing that Aurelius would create a better fireworks show for him made Sephiroth feel bashful. He nodded his head in appreciation and turned his attention skyward.
The fireworks begun and Sephiroth watched. He let out a soft gasp when he realized what the surprise was. His pupils expanded into large circles as he stared at the image.
It was them. They were together as a family. For a moment, all the years of suffering and isolation came flooding back before being washed away with the realization he was finally, completely safe from that harm. He had a family.
He couldn't stop the tears from falling as the image dissipated from the sky and the rest of the fireworks continued. He quickly wiped them away and gave a grateful smile to Klaus and Aurelius.
"Thank you."
@anghexescu ໒꒱ @edgedwing
It's very sentimental, but it's also very Klaus.
Aurelius is already pulling out a handkerchief to rest in Sephiroth's lap before combing his hands through his hair. His own head rests against Klaus's shoulder as the skies open up in a kaleidoscope of color and sound.
"If you like it, we'll do this more often," he suggests to Sephiroth.
"I find that experiences feel differently when you spend it with the people you cherish."
Inspired, he summons a dazzle of sparkling lights and have them float above Klaus and Sephiroth's heads like twinkling crowns.
Pretty.
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Klaus searches his eyes. Aurelius' question has him thinking. Right, he shouldn't be tense. Shouldn't be acting this way. He can't.
He sucks in a breath when Aurelius gives a little push. "It's not that...it's just, you surprised me. This...is all new to me. This side of you," he admits.
"I'm sorry. I trust you." He trusts that Aurelius will be keeping his words. Once he returned, there may not be a chance to return. No, he will have to find a way.
Klaus spares a glance out the destroyed window. "I'll be right back."
With that, he's moving upstairs to Sephiroth's room. When he sees the condition of Sephiroth's room, with the door blocked, he sighs. Aurelius was going to lock Sephiroth inside.
When he teleports, he teleports inside Sephiroth's room, then teleports...
...
Away from the sky Strewn isle.
And after some time with talking to Sephiroth and making sure he was safe, promising his return and that things would be okay, Klaus teleports back to their home, as promised.
He thinks he'll be fine, but once Klaus teleports out of sight for more than five minutes, the impatience kicks in. Of course he can still sense the seraph's presence through their bond, and of course there's no sign of deceit in Klaus's actions or words...but Spirale is full of loose tongues, and Klaus has a heart soft enough to yield to them all.
No. No, no, he has to do more than this.
Aurelius paces restlessly through the house until he spots Klaus's phone, forgotten on the kitchen counter in his haste to escort Sephiroth off. He picks it up and scrolls through the contacts, realizing that Klaus has made multiple connections during his stay here. There's Eiden texting Klaus a joke Aurelius doesn't quite understand, and another message from one of his cohorts at Lionheart.
They're all distractions. He considers burning the phone, but remembers that it has the nasty habit of respawning for their owners. It'd be easier to eliminate the issue in other ways. He opens up the chat with Eiden again and begins to type. After that's done and sent, he promptly blocks the contact, eliciting a little spark of satisfaction when it's done.
Then he repeats the same steps with every other name that seems important.
FROM: Klaus Avenue (?) TO: @kleinstar @sunsage @dazzlxd @blightsbite @stellatiratore @daxned @vcinglcry @innerbeast @hierichc @anttennatime [anyone else in Lionheart] [anyone Klaus talked to recently] [anyone considered a friend] ..., etc.
[txt] Sorry, I'm going to be busy for a bit. [txt] Please don't contact me from now on. [Blocked]
By the time Klaus returns, Aurelius has just finished blocking the final contact and tosses the phone aside to look up.
"Welcome back," he says with a smile.
"I missed you."
His eyes are glowing gold.
The shattering and splintering has Klaus shielding himself and even Aurelius, even if the both of them were fine.
Aurelius answers him with another one of his actions. The outside revealed, but the grasses a golden hue. Nothing he says seems to be getting through to Aurelius.
He turns to look at Aurelius again, and this time he attempts to communicate through their bond.
Klaus finds himself a little scared, because while Aurelius had voiced several times about keeping him locked away, he never truly acted upon it.
Aurelius, please. We don't want this--I do not want this.
And then it hits him...Aurelius didn't want to be trapped in that golden tree and yet it happened.
...
At least free Sephiroth. He shouldn't be trapped like this. Let get out, please. I'll take him somewhere and I'll come back. I promise.
Klaus's message is a little scrambled between all his feelings, but Aurelius understands. He laughs and takes a step back, moving to squeeze the other's shoulders.
"Why do you sound so tense?" he asks. "I'm not trapping you here."
"I'm keeping everyone else out."
What is going on?
Klaus gasps. The feeling the bond emits from Aurelius is so very confusing. Klaus finds he doesn't like it. This wasn't like Aurelius at all. Or....or perhaps it was. It had been a while since he'd felt anything like it.
"Aurelius, you have to st--" Klaus tries to push back on the branches---the trees. However, the more he tries, the more he notices it'll only make things worse. Sephiroth was still in his room. If he tried any harder, something could happen to him. He'd be collateral.
This felt familiar.
Klaus looks to the window. He feels Aurelius' voice by his ear and his hair tickling his skin.
"Aurelius, I don't know what's gotten into you," He whispers, "But Sephiroth is upstairs. He'll be worried. He'll be frightened. You can't...."
He then turns to face Aurelius, "You can't lock us in here like this."
The connection between them wavers as Aurelius tries to make sense of Klaus's words. Yes, of course he should accommodate for Sephiroth. He was quite willing to if it kept his partner close.
"So you do prefer the view," the divinus remarks, and reaches a hand towards the window.
The trunk pressed up against the glass outside abruptly twists before it explodes in a shower of splinters, revealing the sight of the Sky-Strewn Isles again. Outside, the rest of the golden tree's growth halts, its branches just stopping short of wrapping around the house's roof like some overextended claw.
"Nothing's gotten into me," he adds calmly a moment later. "I simply care for you dearly. Surely you can understand that."
"We'll explain it all to Sephiroth after you do."
Because while he's paused, he wouldn't stop. The possession he's kept carefully in check is pushing forcefully against its bonds, snapping one thread after another in horrifying succession. Watching it happen, Aurelius only feels as if a great weight has been lifted off his chest.
Why did he even hold back in the first place? All he ever wanted was the best for his partner. And of course, that best was him.
Outside the house, the grass on their island begins to glow a soft, muted gold. On the very borders of their island, a latticework of light rises from the earth, slowly growing to form the walls of...a cage.
"I believe it. I have never seen anything like it," Klaus says with a laugh as Sephiroth and Aurelius approach them. The look on Sephiroth's face is just as bright as the sun. Perhaps even brighter. It fills him with joy to see this.
Once the drinks are settled and Klaus helps Sephiroth with his new discovery of treats, Klaus looks to Aurelius to answer him, "Not too long. I requested some that maybe Sephiroth would enjoy seeing as well."
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"You did?" Sephiroth asked, his excitement growing. He gave the second skewer to Klaus and the third to Aurelius. He didn't know what he did to deserve a surprise and took bite of the strawberry to hid the growing smile on his face. Klaus and Aurelius really knew how to spoil him.
"I can't wait to see it!" He sat down on the blankets and got comfortable with one of the pillow. Last summer, Sephiroth had felt alone when he watched the fireworks. He still couldn't believe he had parents now to watch them.
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@anghexescu ໒꒱ @edgedwing
The place they chose was high enough to have ideal views, and not too full of people on this particular night. Aurelius twirls the stick of candied strawberries in his hands, but instead of eating it himself, offers it to Klaus.
"Try mine first," he says. To Sephiroth he adds, "If they don't live up to your expectations, we'll make our own show later."
Fireworks were just flames and light, and angels had plenty of both. He's sure after he's watched this once, he could re-create it right in their backyard.
The more he hangs around Aurelius, helping with the utensils, being kissed by Aurelius, the more he begins to feel uneasy. He isn't entirely sure why. Is it the weak scent of Sebastian on Aurelius? He shouldn't be worried, and yet he is.
His senses are dulled, unable to pick up some things, but...
"Aurelius?" He says his name with mild concern. "You seem happy, but--," and before he can finish his sentence, he notices the change and shift of their home.
"Aurelius? What are you doing?"
"Oh."
"I forget you can notice these things."
"Oh?" - Adolin's smile softened, a quiet chuckle slipping out. "Well, it certainly shows." Aurelius really did sound like a father every now and then. A strict one, maybe, but a concerned one all the same.
Mulling over his words, Adolin let out a thoughtful hum, glancing sideways at the angel. "That’s true" - he admitted without hesitation. "Doesn't really change anything, though. The Vanth I've gotten to know is already special, regardless of who he used to be, or who he'll become."
When they reached the door, Adolin didn't give it nearly as much attention as he should have. Gesturing for Aurelius to go first, he expected it to be nothing more than an ordinary door, only to be proven wrong a heartbeat later.
"Storms, are you all right?" - he asked immediately as the other man jerked his hand back.
Instinctively, Adolin started to reach for him, intending to check the burn, but stopped himself before his hand actually made contact. "Maybe let's not use your hands as measuring tools" - he joked, hoping to lighten the moment once he'd seen the angel was already healing.
Then he shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around his hand before trying the doorknob himself.
He just hoped that whatever was making the metal that hot wouldn't come charging at them the moment the door opened.
What emerges doesn't charge—not really. Instead, the gap of the door sends an already decommissioned robot tumbling through from above before it's wedged between the door and frame.
It's apparently part of a pile left against the wall on the other side, and it's shooting sparks while flames lick at its body and the ones of its kin. Either something catastrophic had caused them all to malfunction, or someone had killed them all and then piled the bodies up into a mound tall enough to block the door. Either way, they were burning and spreading acrid smoke that quickly rushed in through the cracks.
"How absurd," Aurelius mutters while covering his mouth and nose.
"I wager we should try a different door."
Before he can ask Adolin to close this one, however, the pile of smoking robots creak and start to spill into the hall, bringing their flaming fragments with them.
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He hears the sound of wings, but he feels Aurelius's presence before anything else. He smiles and places the last bowl on the table before turning to face his lover.
"Welcome back, Aury. Do you mind letting Sephiroth know that dinner is ready?"
So, it wasn't even his imagination to feel such a strong emotion from their bond. He gives Aurelius a gentle kiss on the cheek, "Or I can, if you don't mind grabbing the utensils for us."
Every step of Aurelius carries weight as he strides into the kitchen, golden wings rustling behind him before they fold up and dissipate. The divinus is remarkably cheerful despite his fresh departure from Sebastian—but maybe Klaus is just that good at lifting his spirits.
"Wouldn't he know as soon as he smells the cooking?"
"I'd rather set out the utensils with you. Come."
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"Have you ever had a dream, Klaus, that you, um, you had, your, you- you could, you’ll do, you- you wants, you, you could do so, you- you’ll do, you could- you, you want, you want them to do you so much you could do anything?"
"Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?"
