#apothequery

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{THERION} ---- “Are you here to bother me too? Because if so I’ll warn you now, I’m not in the mood.”

The first had been Ophilia, then Olberic, and then Cyrus decided to try to pry until he told him to bugger off. Really, Therion couldn’t be in less of a good mood.

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@apothequery -- Fighting the Nightmares

☀╎         IT WAS TOO LONG that Miguel’s flashing spears continued to visit him in his dreams, too long since the end of his journey that the howl of the Orge Eagle rang through his head and woke him up in a panicked start, worried he’d just fallen unconscious during the battle and everything since had been a dream… Maybe it’s shimmering poison had changed him biologically, maybe he’d never know the extent of breathing in those fumes.

It wasn’t too long, however, that the twisted form of the fallen God intimidated him into submission, a simple country boy facing off something bigger than the sum of their whole… He’d never truly recover from that, none of them would.

Some nights he drank enough to get rid of the nightmares, but while on his own he realized that drinking himself to a peaceful slumber simply wasn’t the right way for an apothecary to live. If he expected others to take care of themselves, he had to take care of himself and live by example.

The cathedral’s evening mass had been dying down for the night when he’d made his way in through an unassuming side door, shuffling with darkened eyes into the furthest back pew and resting his head against the wooden back. A silent prayer for Aelfric, that they’d done his bidding, that he might take away his night terrors.

And opened his eyes to Ophilia leaning over him, voice soft, worried, a perfect angel sent by Aelfric himself. Maybe he did reply to prayers.

         “…” The offer came after an arduous explanation. Of the terror, of the dreams, and she confided in the same terrors keeping her awake when the stress didn’t. Who was it here that needed this? “…W… Would you?” They both needed the comfort of someone else who understood after all.

Ophilia nodded. A silent confirmation. 

She might not know what exactly he saw behind his eyes when he tried to sleep, but she knew what haunted him. It was the same thing which haunted her. The same place. The same creatures. The same moaning and snarling and screeches of pain.

The grotesque limbs and claws and begging for death as a sweet mercy.

The world of death and pain made it hard for her to sleep too.

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, bidding him to stand again. Stand and follow her... away from the pews. To a room up the back stairs and in the far corner, where her bedroom was. 

“Yes. It’s alright,” she murmured. As a cleric, there was little she felt she could do for her own nightmares. Often little she could do for anyone’s nightmares. But this... this was achievable. She could take a nap with him, side by side, so he wouldn’t be alone.

“My room isn’t far. It’s nice and quiet there,” she promised him, taking his hand gently between her own to lead him and offer a soft comfort. “Warm too, I promise. I have plenty of quilts so you won’t get cold.”

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Kit was at a loss.

He had spent the past several years of his life traveling in search of his father. Any job he took was menial labor meant only to feed and clothe him and get him to his next destination.

But now that he knew his parents’ true fate, he had not idea what to do with himself, or where to go.

There was always the option of returning to his foster parents’ carpentry shop. He would always have a place there, he knew, but...

He sighed, and looked out across the Saintsbridge marketplace. He had a whole life ahead of him that he had never planned for now, and he hadn’t the slightest clue how to handle it.

“What a mess.” He breathed to himself.

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@apothequery ( cont. )

Ogen sighs, characteristically heavy for him. Really, he should have mentioned the ice sooner; Alfyn grew up in the Riverlands, after all, so he likely doesn’t know what to look for.

“ Yeah, you’d best not be trying any pivots on that. ” His voice gives no emotional indication as he inspects the ice beneath the younger apothecary’s feet.

“ Keep your breathing steady, first of all. ” He explains. “ Then just keep your weight spread out and fairly close to the ground, and move slowly. ”

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Jeez this was a way more complicated situation than Therion thought it would be. He could sense that Alfyn was still beating himself up over the situation, and Therion was already feeling embarrassed about admitting that he liked the feeling of Alfyn biting him. He’d never thought he would be interested in that kind of stuff until now.

“Look I am offering because it saves you from having to hunt down someone else, and I feel like you wouldn’t like the idea of hunting down an innocent victim to take blood from. As long as we’re careful I don’t mind giving you some of my blood, it’s better than you losing control to blood thirst right?” Therion said, his face still a little flushed.

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honestly same? i would 100% be Up for either of these aus when it comes to writing or plotting because they’re just so good?

hhghghfd heck yeah.. i’m laughing because like. brand and alephan strike me as being almost polar opposites in some aspects.... so that’s some Good Content right there.

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// Ohohooo, the travelers being hands of divine intervention… I like that.

YELL HEAH

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{ @apothequery || Continued }

A snort left the thief and raised his drink in response. He would much rather wear his own shoes than the ones that Primrose had picked out for them. He didn’t understand how anyone could wear these shoes let alone dance in them.

{THERION} ---- “You’re not wrong. Where’s my work shoes when I need them?”

The thief took the seat he was offered, taking a sip of his drink once he was sitting. With his free hand he moved to take off the shoes that were causing the ache, and relaxed a bit once they were off.

{THERION} ---- “Last time I’m going to a fancy event like this, honestly.”

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{CYRUS} ---- “Hm...”

The scholar shook his head, deciding it would be best to not hide any of this. If something was wrong then their traveling companions deserve to know. He was simply wondering what it could possibly be.

{CYRUS} ---- “You don’t have to lie about my ailment. And I’ll be completely honest, I do not know what exactly is causing all of this. I have my suspicions, however in order to confirm them I may have to return to Quarrycrest.”

Perhaps that circle of blood could have something hidden within it. As Gideon died Cyrus had felt some sort of magic hit him. However the type of magic was unknown to him. Now, with this aversion to holy magic and the sun, along with everything else that has happened, he couldn’t help but be more curious than concerned.