Slowly walks into their new apartment and over the the human before collapsing on the floor and curls up. Nap time.
"If you're going to pretend to be human and have an apartment..." muttering under their breath "... and make me live here..." before continuing, "You're using the room and the bed." =_=
vespersilvanus:
offulgurian:
It was not so long ago that he properly awoken from his slumber by the Chosen One, to be called upon, only to find a roaming free glaive in his realm… Ramuh’s eyes go distant. So little…and yet so much has happened since…his body was slowly being covered in scars, skin even more ashen, and eyes and cheeks even more sunken… And the Glaive even more so… Vesper…
Slowly, he looks over at the other. What did the other see in him? And what did he see in the mortal? He still couldn’t quite understand his sister’s words from that night. What was she trying to tell him about this child of man? That they were a kin of those who worshipped him, and what? Much has changed since…
What was in the mortal that she wanted him to have? If anything, has has done nothing but burdened and literally scarred the child? Looking up at the ceiling, the elder sighs. They have grown much, yes, more relaxed and confident, very much in sleep, and yet…It did not change the truth… Soon…soon all will go back to normal, and then…then…he will no doubt return to his island, to the realm…And then what? Continue as if this past few years and those coming never existed?
Oh how much he wanted to be free, to roam, to fly, to be free…and yet…and yet…
Lying there, Ramuh only closes his eyes for a few hours here and there, but was otherwise awake as he stares at the ceiling. The only reason he came here, was because of Vesper, and his sister Shiva. He agreed to speak with her, and yet, did not mean he will show himself so casually.
No, he will do as he was told, and when he was needed by his King, only then will he properly act.
As time passes, and though there was no sun, he knew it was day time, Ramuh doesn’t move as his eyes were distant and deep in thought, waiting for the other to wake.
It had been a millennia since any of the gods walked Eos; too long for such a young and short lived species. Some questioning if any of them truly existed; only the Kings power and the Oracles word as proof.
It was just as long ago that the small, not yet a kingdom, of humans were judged worthy of the Stormsenders attention and care. They were instruments- a source of strength, something the glacian remembered and had used to survive the empires hunts… but had forgotten the pain of becoming attached- she hadn’t intended the current Oracle to be something so dear.
Yet it was that which had her oppose their brother, and seek a different future than what he decreed was the only course.
Morning… or as close to what ‘dawn’ had become inside the city; a slight shift in temperature and less dark shade of grey signaled day. Elderly and the youngest could feel it best, rising the earliest; aggravating alarms were what usually got most other people up and going.
Crowded, there was nothing truly quiet especially in the mornings. Sounds of muffled words turning into slowly growing mumbles, were joined by Tvs and small appliances. Until something falls with a dull whump and whimper that quickly became full on crying; furniture scraped floors and louder machines rumbled over distant arguing.
Vesper had been beginning to shift in their sleep from the start but it was a vehicle backfiring that had the glaive wake with a sharp jerk.
Heart thundering they lay tense for several seconds before finally letting out a slow, sighing cuss.
Palm scrubbing across bleary eyes, as they got their own morning started. Leaking and creaking pipes spluttering less than pure water for a hot shower and a few gritty burnt beans to make coffee… yet it was utter luxury; soaking in every moment. Things were good.
Yet.
There was work to do, and they were shipping out with the hunters. It kept the apartment paid for and allowed access to more sources of information… even if that meant having to talk to people. There hadn’t been any leads to the person the old man was looking for.
Checking the other room, said elder seemed like he might be busy; that distant look well familiar to the mortal. That was fine, as long as he was not over working… or whatever astrals did. Setting a cup aside, fragrant leaves steeping for him later.
Thinner dark clothes layered repeatedly kept them both warm and better protected out in the field; it’d been getting colder the longer the sun was gone and it seemed like daemons were getting tougher.
Hearing the other stirring, not fazed by the sudden noises of life waking to another day, or lack there of, Ramuh slowly looks over at the other and stares for a moment before looking back out at the window as he lays in bad. Even with no sun showing them the way to a new dawn, the humans have quickly adapted to their lives, as lacking in life as it was. Though he should not be surprised, the Fulgurian still found parts of himself in awe at how they managed to push on, with everything against them, instead of finding misery, the manage to fight delight, even in the smallest of things.
Even just having the mortals sway to one astral was enough to cause a ruckus, to even have them learn of the way of fire, brought chaos and destruction amongst their own kind. And with the parasites, the death bed of their kind, being the Scourge, they wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice others for their own skin, and yet, thought the humans would go that far to a level, many...have chosen a far different route...
... He did not, nor could he, allow this world to continue to be consumed by darkness... and yet...there has to be another way, another way to allow both sides to thrive, or at least...to balance the world in a far more meaningful and fulfilling way... There has to be...there must be a way...and yet the only way he can find besides the road they were going...would mean...
Hearing the clatter of a cup, his eyes go less distant before looking over to find a cup of tea before him...Vesper... The young one must be going out again...no doubt doing what mortals do, what humans do...Though a world of chaos and death, their kind still manages find their own order, their own ways to continue civilization to the fullest, jobs...businesses, trades...currency...and no doubt Vesper was trying their best to continue their own way of that. Question was...what was this job that they will be doing?
Shifting, Ramuh slowly gets up and stares down at his form for sitting in the bed before looking once more at the cup before reaching out for it. Even now, Vesper still does their best to care for him...As if he was going to disappear at any moment, as if their life depended on it...and yet...was that truly the case? Pale eyes stare at the substance before him before slowly raising the drink to his lips to taste it...Hm...still could be far better...or far worse...just how did the humans stand such a taste, hm...as if they had much choice in the matter these years... Slowly lowering the cup, the Judge sits at the edge of the bed before slowly looking up and over a the other before him. Wondering what was on their mind, he soon has his attention caught by something else, before standing up and walks about to the windows before peering down at the small world before. So many people, even now, like ants, bustling, laughing... crying... yelling... trading... reading... eating, and drinking. So much going on, so much happening, Sitting on the couch ever slowly, the elder starts to do his daily dose of people watching.
