Coldness of the Soul
Chapter 2: Black Oblivion
Tylendel was in a black oblivion. Dark and unforgiving shadows. He stumbled through the empty darkness. Searching inside himself he looked for something, anything to bring him home. He found a line. Warmness in his left hand. Something deep. A loving feeling. He followed it. It lead to something that was linked right to his heart. Being lead further and deeper he found it. Vanyel, his eyes snapped open. Vanyel's head was beside him on the table. He looked so innocent in his sleep.
Tylendel thought of the emotional chaos he had flung Vanyel into and winced. Vanyel loved him and he had used him. Like a tool, he thought. Scowling in hate and disgust of himself. He squeezed Vanyel's hand in promise that he would never do so again. A pang of regret. A squeeze on his heart. He looked within. Staven. Oh gods, Staven. Dead. Gone. Lost from him forever. His eyes grew cold and his grip on Vanyel tightened. Vanyel mumbled in his sleep, turning his head side to side. Tylendel didn't know what to do. There was Staven, who he grew up with, who was his brother but then there was also Vanyel, his love, his lifebonded. He wished something could ease his troubled mind. He wished he could lose himself and his sense of time. Tylendel swung his feet over the edge of the table, right beside where Vanyel sat. He considered waking Vanyel but he must have been exhausted and come right over when he woke up. Tylendel loosened his grip on Vanyel's hand. Vanyel's grip tightened. He sighed. He couldn't go anywhere if Vanyel wouldn't let his hand go from the death grip that held him. He shook Vanyel lightly. Vanyel mumbled and his eyes slowly opened.
"'Lendel?" his soft voice whispered. His eyes blurry with sleep. "'Lendel!" Vanyel flung himself at Tylendel, wrapping his arms around his neck. Vanyel buried his face in Tylendel's dirty tunic. "Oh, gods. 'Lendel…" Tylendel wrapped his arms around Vanyel's waist drawing him closer. With one hand, he brushed Vanyel's hair with bloody hands. "Shh… Vanyel it's okay." Vanyel sobbed into Tylendel's tunic. They stayed like that for a moment. "Come, Vanyel. We will meet Savil." He took Vanyel's hand and they swung open the doors. Savil met them there, standing between them and the exit of the hallway. Her hands were clasped together and her shoulders trembled slightly. "'Lendel." Tears leaked from her eyes. She blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears. She opened her arms. "'Lendel." She whispered, whimpering. Tylendel dropped Vanyel's hand and ran into Savil's arms. Savil closed her arms around Tylendel. Vanyel stopped right where Tylendel had dropped his hand. He watched their embrace with smiling eyes. Tylendel looked back at him and stepped away from Savil, taking Vanyel's hand. Savil smiled.
"I bet you're hungry." With a knowing smirk, she moved away from the exit. Tylendel and Vanyel's eyes opened at the sight before them. Their mouths dropped open. "I know you missed dinner yesterday and breakfast and lunch today." Tylendel, with Vanyel gripping on to him tight, stumbled towards the table. A feast was laid before them. Every imaginable spare snack from the kitchen had been brought to their room. There were sandwiches, leftover pasta, salads, everything. Although this might not seem that great a meal, they had never gotten so much in quantity. The food was actually fresh made but no one but Savil and the cooks knew that. "But, Savil. We can't eat all of these!" Tylendel protested but she could tell that he was going to drool. Savil smiled and shook her head, "No, I'm pretty sure that you and Vanyel can finish all of those and be able to fit more in." Tylendel blushed. Vanyel had gone over to the wine to pour three cups, handing them out to Savil and Tylendel. Together they raised their glasses, to clash them together with a ringing tone. "A toast," Vanyel said, "to life." And from that they drank deeply of their wine. Vanyel downed the whole glass.
Tylendel looked at him through the corners of his eyes. Yes, he thought as he daintily sipped the wine. He would get Vanyel drunk. He would be in a better mood and wouldn't be so sad after last night. He had to try, but it wouldn't be tonight. It would be too soon. He loved Vanyel but Staven was more important. After all, Staven had been his brother. He filled Vanyel's glass again with a smile. "Here, Vanyel." Vanyel smiled at him and thanked him, reaching for a sandwich. Savil had left them alone after she had two more glasses of wine. By the time they were halfway through the provisions, the wine bottle was empty. Vanyel was hiccupping wildly from being too drunk. Tylendel was a little drunk but not as much as Vanyel. He helped Vanyel to bed. Yes, he would keep this little charade going until Savil thoroughly trusted him not to try anything again. He knew that Vanyel already trusted him with everything he had. He smiled lightly at Vanyel's sleeping face. His black, silky hair had flopped down into his face. On it, there was a sweet smile that could melt anyone's heart. Getting into bed, he drifted off to sleep. Part of his mind was still making plans.
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ShadowAshkevron
You see the thing is I already have this all typed. I just don't know how to seperate it into chapters. Oh well, I'm doing my best!