for @loptyrant.
❇
Heroes arrive in Askr on an almost daily basis. If Seliph pays close enough attention to it, as he had when he’d first arrived, his head spins. Unless rumors circulate that the new heroes are from Jugdral, Seliph tries only to introduce himself if they work together.
It’s the case this time that the new arrival is from Jugdral. In fact, it isn’t so hard to learn of who that person is. Every one is talking about Julius joining their ranks, and Seliph feels obligated to be there when he joins.
They’d be working together, even if never directly, so there is a pang of guilt Seliph feels for even being afraid or worried. What if he’s not Loptyr and he is in fact the half-brother Seliph never got to know? If that’s the case, then Seliph would beat himself up for keeping his hand crossed over his torso and resting on the hilt of Tyrfing. If it isn’t the case, then Seliph would forever beat himself up for not cutting him down where he stood...
His mind plays tug of war between these ideas constantly as he goes to greet the person called Julius. Whether or not it’s him... Whether or not it isn’t...
Under Seliph’s gloves, his knuckles turn white.
He cannot speak to Julius. All he can do is stare. There he is. He remembers those robes, before the powerful light magic wrought by Julia stained them. He remembers that face, smiling condescendingly as he chased down anyone he could find so that he could beat Ishtar in that sadistic ‘ game ’...
So Seliph stares, and allows Julius to inform his next action.
( ⚔ )
