whiteshade of blackness 'gaku june 29, 2006
7 Archantra
... Have faith...!
The soft heavenly Voice whispered within the currents of Time in the One-Past... He openned his eyes to see the ocean-of-lights and the sky's-eyes, looking down at his battered body in the warm hands of winds, caressing his soul with unheard mellody...
He smiled... in his heart of heart, too exhausted to do it physically... His body felt like it's molten together with the rocks under him. Relief washed him like The Great-Water's streams, torrents of unforgiving flood of unleashness he'd yearned for for eternity... He closed his eyes, a song never been heard echoing in his Owned-space, it felt so familiar he could swear his soul singing it together with the echo's... a Mourn's song... his mind supplied, and the unforgiving flood of relief washed him towards Death's waiting hands... He smiled.., in his heart of heart...
... "They're gone...!" a warm grandfatherly voice sounded from far under him.
He knew that voice from somewhere recently, the language was different from what he used to hear from another old-man's voice he used to be frightened of... he clamped his mouth tighter...
"He told us to look after you..." the voice continued carrying a smile in it "...you're our responsibility now...!"
...If possible the small body curled tighter on itself... tighter and balled smaller, smaller to invisible...but that was futile thought, he let out a strangled sob.
"...Come, now... Lady Deia will be worried sick if we leave you here alone...!"
His frustration exploded to anger at the mention of the name, he bolted to standing pose, looking down at the humans staring at his spot on the far tree limb with warm air of comforts surrounding their atmosphere... He glowered at the old Charms who smiled at him warmly...how he hated those warmness at this time...He hated..he hated Solo for making him had to choose...he hated the humans for not making it easier for him and the Pack... he hated the white colorless lands that made him feel the only one tainted... he hated the Air that's too thick to breath and full of invisible alien-substances and poisons... he hated himself that he hated Solo... he hated himself more that he hated himself over the-now-gone Solo... most of all, he hated to hate...
Closed his eyes... if he could just vanish..., all will be happy...
...Have faith...!
The heavenly Voice echoed in his heart of heart... and he yielded...
Howard smiled a bigger smile, staring at the prussian colored eyes filled with sad acquiscence up on the tree limb, he reached out a hand towards the boy.
He stared at the hand unwaveringly, his face dull and tired, not moving the slightest. Howard blinked once, and suddenly Odin handed the old-Charms Deia's sleeping form that cocooned in her pashmina, he accepted the precious bundle carefully without saying anything. The boy, even if he'd accepted him as a caregiver, still have contradictions with Harmony; being a Charms, he's one of the contradiction-trigger, he shrugged...
Odin unmounted from his black warsteed fluidly, then stood near the tree trunk, he looked up seizing the boy's eyes and reached up both his hands open. The small boy moved his gaze to the general, who stood there like an open pillar of strength... he smelled like Solo a little... His mind whispered to himself, closing his eyes, he let his small body plunged down to where those hands waiting... The other humans gasped behind Odin and Howard, he could felt it in the air... like the wind's utterance, lulling him to Death's waiting hands...
He opened his eyes in an instant and bended his lower body forward, planted his feet at the tree trunk to stop himself from falling further... Odin's waiting hands or Death's that he didn't want, he couldn't be sure... just stop falling... he told himself. His body stopped its momentum after some distance of scratch-sliding on the trunk, in a crouching pose, a few meters above the humans... above Odin...
...stop falling...!
He gazed at Odin's eyes, recognizing the strict-protectiveness in the general's hard gaze. He wanted those strict-protection again...it was like the Solo-beast's...strict and authoritarian and sheltering... Odin let down his strict-general's face a little, and tried a small smile like the ones he used to give to Deia and Lyea, and subtly to his Lord although behind his back... but warm...
Staightening his body, the boy slowly walked vertically down the tree trunk. Those watching him showed varied surprises, he was descending with slow easy steps uninfluenced by the gravity, then stopped a couple of paces from Odin's hands, shifted his gaze at the open palms.
The other humans unconsciously kept their breaths carefully, not wanting to break the proceeding event. The boy stretched out his right hand to Odin's, ever so slowly touched one of the finger tip, then carefully traced the hand's form with feather-light touches. He stopped after a while, curled his fingers and stared at them, noting the difference between their hands, his nails were pointed at the end and of rich dark-blue color.
Odin held his breath, waiting any reaction from the boy who stood unmoving staring at his own hand. After what felt like ages, the boy looked up to his eyes again, then surprisingly he smiled and let himself dropped to his waiting hands. The small light body landed on his left shoulder and he embraced it out of reflex, the brown haired head tucked near his head felt almost weightless. Surprised, Odin turned his head a little to see the boy's face. His eyes were closed, but his expression was relieved, although tinged with sadness, Odin could hear it in the boy's breath. He flicked his eyes to Howard's, either asleep or unconscious at least the boy could stop worrying for now, and let the adults worry about him for a while.
"...He's beautiful.." Odin said silently, stroking the boy's bangs out of his face "...like water-tree...!"
Howard blinked his surprise at the soft words of the general's, usually he wouldn't voice his thoughts over such things as beautiful like that, but the old-Charms knew inside the strict-soldier exterior lies a tender-peaceful heart he never showed everyone.
...Water-tree.., so the general still haven't forgotten about that yet... Howard managed a smile at him, watching Odin draped his cloak over the small figure and mounted his warsteed, the small boy secured to his body with one gentle hand.
Odin nodded to his men, and they all started to the Castile again in light pace, not wanting to disturb the exhausted sleep of the small beast and lady, knowing they wouldn't beable to teleport themselves once they got out of the Forest since they had the boy with them. So they just took the relief as what it was and contented themselves that they could bring back the ones they're after for savely. Neither human nor Charms spoke in the ride back to the Castile... No Wilds came in their way either, the golden beast's howl must have driven them all away earlier. May be the beast had meant it that way back then...Howard smiled to himself, that Solo-beast was over-protective..!
...the blackness was extremely unpleasant, He find it unpenetrable even with the lights within his heart.. cold and harsh, He felt the surrounding void swallowing him...little by little, inch by inch, limb by limb...his face...his long hair... but strangely the void covering his heart felt like sheltering now...not like the prior darkness that always condemning him in emptyness...
...something warm but pleasantly cool touched his hand... it's still not the time to wake up yet, but He could at least open his eyes now...
Lyea smiled at the slowly opened eyes, "..Hallo, Dearest,...how are you feeling now...?" noting the peaceful contented expression she'd never seen on the angelic face before.
The eyes blinked once, sleepy and calm, the surroundings still felt like a dream...a peaceful one. Impulsively shifted the gaze at where the warm pleasant cool felt on the hand, there laid the small boy unmoving, still like a dead, but knowing that he's very much alive, the small lifting of his chest from each breath felt like a blessing on the hand draped over his craft-plate. Deia smiled...may be it's really just a dream, her Prussian was never living her...a peaceful dream... Not the time to wake up yet...!
The sleepy eyes closed again... the smile never leaving even when the darkness tried to consume HIM again...
"...Ah!! It's about time you wake up...!" Lyea's voice sounded real this time. Deia opened her eyes to her greeting smile above her face, cool fingers felt on her forehead. Her hand felt bereft... she turned her head to where she remembered Prussian was lying... finding only empty side on her bed.
Panic seized her like a maelstrom, she stared at Lyea's eyes with increasing anxiety.
"...Sis...?!"
Lyea sighed a knowing smile, Deia only calls her 'sister' when she's in troubled state. With a forefinger on her lips, she motioned the bathroom with her head. Deia bolted there like a hurricane...
Voicing her amusement, Lyea dropped her hand on her lap, and shrugged to herself.
The double doors banged to the walls with such force the bottles of toiletries on the shelves aligning the walls and the floor heard rattling by the impact. A wine-color haired maid she knew had helped taking care of her Prussian before was crouching on the edge of the hexagonal small pool in the center of the bathroom, she straightened her pose looking at Deia's posture, her hand propping her body on the alevated steps around the pool.
Deia searched the maid's face distractedly, she was the maid who'd taken care of her when she was still in her early years, but strangely she couldn't put her name in her mind. The maid smiled, Deia stared. Something caught her eyes amidst the mist of warm water in the small pool...brown color covering prussian glints... Her breath caught...
A loud splashing sound and a flood of exploding water and a squawk of a maid's voice later found a very wet messy bathroom, a surprised but stilled Prussian in a very ecstatic overjoyed-yelling Deia's embrace, and an exasperated maid yelling "...Lady Deia...!! That's very unmannerly of youuu...!!!" at the top of her lungs but poorly couldn't matched Deia's yells...
"...Haaaa..ahh.., children...!" Lyea sigh with ease, sitting on Deia's bed...a smile plastered pleasantly on her face. More than two weeks of sleep, and the comet-child burning with energy again. It was almost too long to wait... she was almost in a coma from accelerating too much Harmony, their father had been frantic..
"THIS is The Great-Arc...!" Deia pointed the river in the map, she and Prussian were crouching over the large vellum-scroll of map on the floor. "That's the river's name where I chased you on..." She smiled at her side, Prussian blinked assessing the map's simbols. Many unfamiliar signs were accompanying the simbols of places, making patterns of basedly hexagonals designs. Some signs he assumed were somekind of spell-writings, but he couldn't placed which of which and the simbol-kinds was foreign to him. He couldn't even decipher the letters inscripted on the vellum.
After a few moments, he realized Deia had stopped her explaining. He flicked his gaze to her at his rightside, and blinked when encountered Deia's eyes gazing deeply at his. She smiled warmly.
"Anything caught your interest...?"
Prussian stared back at her long, then turned his head back to the map. He pointed the letters and simbols and signs and pattern-designs. Deia laughed heartily at that. "Slow down, we'll get to every each of them eventually...!!"
He stared back at her, then pointed the pattern-designs of hexagonals only. Deia noted he'd pointed in the right Order-of-the-year's pattern, how he'd known that she couldn't placed. May be her Prussian was just doing it accidentally, but the affair in the Forest flashed in her mind, the Solo-beast had called him a genius. Well may be he'd puzzled out the patterns unknowingly without understanding the meaning, if that's possible...
"That's Order-of-the-year..! You got it in the right succession order, you know ?" At the uncomprehension in his face she laughed again. "Here..!" She spread her hands above the vellum, Prussian jumped a few paces behind in surprise. Deia stilled and looked at him. Then smiled, "It's okay, I won't use Harmony. It's called successive-summoning, well at least these days we call it that... In the far past they used to call it in ancient terms. Hm, I never could remember the term, it's too mouthful for even my mouth...!!" she giggled. The spread fingers made some intricate movements in the Air, then the patterns on the map glowed, the lights-designs lifted from the vellum and floating an adult's hand-wide distance above it.
Prussian stared frozen, Deia noted the expression on his face was of amusement and conception, she wouldn't call it comprehension yet, though. He slowly crawled on four approaching the map, the lights-designs reflections glinted in his eyes, making them translucent like real fine-cut gemstones. Deia blinked, how could one's eyes could be like that ?
"You want to touch it..? It's okay !" She smiled when Prussian hesitantly lifted his hand on the floor. He licked his lips once, his tounge was light-blue colored, she'd never seen him done it before, he worried his lower lip after that, contemplating something. Prussian lifted his right forefinger, slipped it under the floating designs and slowly touched the underside surface. It's rippling like water's surface but the lights-designs didn't disrupted by the ripples, he blinked, stared long. If Deia knew better she would've called it that he's remembering... Then a liquid smile blossomed on his face, Deia made a soft appreciative sound for that smile, her heart fluttered and she felt a blush rising on her face. She cleared her throat silently.
Prussian was musedly sliding his finger on the design's under-surface, watching with interest that when he'd made some lines of succession, some other intricate designs would emerged from the surface, beautiful and arcane in different colors and brightness. Deia watched fixedly at his excited face. Well, two could play at the game...!
She pointed at one point then to another on the design's upper-surface, Prussian blinked, worried his lower lip again, then licked it. He made an intricate line between the two spots Deia pointed, his finger smoothly cursored over some signs and simbols, and ended at his starting point. The intricate-line he made shone brightly and more phantasmargorias of lights emerged, connecting the two spots Deia had pointed earlier. He stared at them in amusement, in the contrary Deia gasped then widely wiped the upper-surface with one hand. The additional patterns gone instantly, leaving the rippling surface and the same reflection of original-designs from the vellum of map under it.
Prussian widened his eyes in surprise, his body stiffened. Soft fingers sought his forehead slowly, he pricked a little. "...Prussian..." Deia's soft voice not sounded angry, but strained. He slowly turned his head to face her, her fingers cleared the bangs out of his sight. She was looking at his eyes deeply, her face was serious, and he knew it was the other's face.
"You know what it was you showed me...?" the whispered voice sounded more stern then Deia's typical.
He apprehensively shook his head a little. The violet eyes fixed at his darkened a little. "...You understand the conception, though...?!" the silvery-light-purple brows furrowed a little. Fearing whether he'd made a mistake, Prussian only worried his lower lip as answer. The other's brows furrowed a little more, the darkened violet eyes searching his wide prussians for some time.
Then the other's lips quirked a little sinister smile, his breath caught at the feral glints in the darkened violet eyes. The eyelids drooped a little like a lazy lion's gaze, and moved the face forward to his left ear, their cheeks brushed ghostly, the scent he smelled from the other's was not Deia's scent. He blinked, his mind was hazy and he felt his surrounding faded to a dreamlike scenery. But it wasn't a bad experience, the heady scent filled his mind like forgotten memory...
"...Don't show that to anyone...!" the whisper somehow brought him back to his reality. "And, don't ever tell anybody that you understand, either...!!"
A hand stroked his back soothingly, he inhaled deeply then. "...okay...?" The whisper sounded subdued and softer. He nodded a little once. The other pulled back, and smiled strangely at him, although he'd found it pleasant.
"Now, back to reconnaissance of the landscape, all right...?!" Deia's voice back to cheerful and warm.
He stared...
"...Howard..!" Deia peeked in from the slate of the unclosed door of Howard's study.
"Lady Dee..! Come in !" the old-Charms smiled from between scrolls of vellums and mountaning stacks of books. He'd been drowning himself in them lately. His smile subdued a little, giving Deia a knowing gaze "..., Child..!" he amended. Deia would call him 'How-ward'.
"...'something wrong...?" he asked lifting one of his grayish brows.
Deia entered and closed the door silently, her fingers worried the fabric of her dress unconsciously, she stood at the door as if guarding the entryway for a while, all the time her contemplative gaze look somewhat far away. Howard waited patiently, scrutinizing her posture, the Air surrounding her felt more controled, with wisps of subtle immense power she must have not realized she's been releasing. But other then that he couldn't read more, that's one of the basic skills of Charms, to not let others to read your abbility so easily. He was pleased, Lady Deia was sometimes reckless that he had to remind her to be more subtle with her charms, for all knowledge there was never a female Charms, if she cannot be subtle with her powers then what good a disguise as a girl she's in now...? This was the other, no, the real Deia who hides inside, his heart fluttered that the real-one trusts him enough to show itself in front of him.
Suddenly he realized the violet eyes burned at his with a furrow. "...What're you thinking ?" She asked levelly, a little annoyed with the oldman's look.
Howard shook his head with a smile "Anything you want to discuss with me ?"
"Ah...well..." Deia furrowed deeper. She tsk-ed then streched her righthand open-palmed at him. Howard lifted his brow in question, but complied, stretched his open palm above her palm. His face subdued. The affair with the map in her room reflected in his mind like real-memory of his own.
"Hmm...that's interesting !" he said pulling back his hand after a while.
"That's it...?!" Deia asked flatly.
"Just tell him to keep it a secret !"
Deia furrowed again looking at the floor. "...He knows how to disassemble this-..." She clamped her mouth shut, knowing the Air could 'hear' her words and send them anywhere in the land. ...-this Land's spell-wards..!!
"He didn't know what it is, he just understands the concepts..!" he shrugged.
"Isn't it making it more worrysome..?!"
"How's he been doing ?"
"Howard, don't change the subject...!" Deia said impassively.
Howard laughed a little "He hears to you..! He'll do what you told him, don't worry yourself too much !"
Deia looked at him long, Howard had reflected to her the affair in the Forest about the wolf pack and Solo, but some details he'd kept from her. She couldn't prod him while he reflected, that'd be discourteous. Same with the other two Charms. Odin would know if she take reflection from his memory, although he's not blessed with charms, he had the talisman-sword with him 8 days a week..! –that means Odin has a ghost-day every week..!- Deia rolled her mind's eyes. The men guards..., well she had strict prohibition for using her charms to other people outside her inner-circle of family, even if they're Odin's men she cannot be reckless to let her charms exposed. She couldn't do it secretly like she did with those villagers and mercenaries and hunters...well, even if she was famous for being impulsive she couldn't suddenly hug those men guards thanking them for bringing her Prussian back, for excuse, that'd be too late now...!! Deia sighed in defeat, her heart lifted a little that Howard didn't take Prussian's knowledge as something offensive, she'd feared that her Prussian would be taken away if other knows what he's able to do, to know. Knowing that his knowledge about the Land's assembled wards would be disastrous if wrong kind of people get ahold of it would mean taken away was really to be eliminated..!
Closing her eyes at her uncanny thoughts, she smiled to herself with forced relief.
"Thank you..!" she said silently walking towards the door.
"Child,.." Howard's voice stopped her from pulling the door handle open "...would you..?" he asked in subdued voice –let him be eliminated...
Deia stilled for sometime, then turned her head to face him, her face was of full determination that she'd better fight the whole Land than to let him be slaughtered. "Would YOU...?!" her voice steeled.
Howard smiled knowingly.
Deia opened the door and left silently...
"It's me...!" Deia called out from the double black doors, when the doors opened themselves she entered with a tray of foods in her hands.
Prussian was crouching under the corner-table where he'd hid the first time he arrived, watching her with darkened hesitant eyes.
Deia smiled warmly, put the tray at her side in front of the scrolled vellum on the floor. "What's wrong..? I wasn't angry with you !" She took the scroll back to the shelf near the bookracks, took two books out and sat down on where they'd been crouching over the map before.
After explaining the Land's landscape on the map, her anxiety over the subject of his knowledge had increased with each passing time, he must've smelled it from her, and fearing she would reject him again.
"Come..! I brought some snacks and lots of fruits. NOT salty snacks, don't worry !" She smiled again patting the spot next to her. It's disconcerted her a little when finding out that salt burns his tongue but he never told or showed her before. He always thinks that he had to endure everything and to not have objections over the situations he's been put in, must have what had been ingrained by those abusers who'd raised him before Solo's pack found him. How she wanted to track them down and beat the hell out of them ! If they already living in a hell they called home then she'll show them what 'more then hell' is all about...!!
Deia blinked once, something nudged her mind. She turned her head to find Prussian looking at her with closed expression and sad air around him. He must've smelled what she'd been thinking, clear like the mind-reflections the Charms used to share to each others. Her eyes softened at him.
She stood and took his hand and silently led him to his spot near the books. He obeyed without protest. When he'd seated she sat behind him and held him tenderly, rocking him slowly, humming a song she'd remember as a distant lullaby from forgotten language she'd known in her dreams. Tucking her head over his shoulder. She never said sorry to him anymore, knowing that he'd never deny her pleads even if he wanted to, so this is how she express her concerns now, it worked better then words...
"Say..., Pru... would you want me someday...?" she asked in a whisper.
She laughed a little ironic laugh. "You know... Mother and Father were childhood friends, Father said he'd fallen in love with her since they were younger than my age now..!"
... "It didn't matter that the to-be Lords were not from royal lineages, Archantra always has daughters to carry out the Land as legacy and bloodline, so there shouldn't have been any son..." she thinned her trembling lips. The rejection from the whole Land felt drilling her heart unforgivingly, for not being what she should have to be, for secretly deceiving them even knowing the consequences, to be denied her own self by even her so-called family... For denying herself her own feelings.
"I mean..." her whisper broke a little, she tried again after taking a deep shaky breath "...I mean, you don't have to... BE.. with..." she let out an explosive breath.
"Just... just to want me someday..." -the real me...
The breeze blew softly from the opened windows. She tightened her hold on his smaller body, still rocking gently. A soft krrrcking sounded near her ear, she blinked once and turned her head a fraction towards Prussian's face, another krrrck sounded longer and firmer this time.
She smiled sadly...
"That's one of the six Stalwarts...!" bended over the balustrade of her balcony, Deia pointed the blur of gigantic pillar in the distance that could be seen above the Forest's canopy. The kaleidoscope from the Stratus gave multicolors of layers as it was near dusk, the Air seemed to glow together like a blanket of shining colors as if you could touch them with your hand.
The Stalwarts as Deia had explained to him earlier were the pillars supporting the Stratus that serve purpose as the ceiling of the whole-land. The Stratus itself was actually layers of airborne-cysts that weaved together making a very thick shell, so if it was layers as in plural why does it named Stratus as in single...? Prussian blinked, staring at the one Stalwart that could be seen from Deia's chamber.
The Stalwarts themselves were actually giant mushrooms -of that he'd found out by himself when he'd wandered alone before the villagers and mercenaries captured him-, some big big mushrooms that's grew up to the sky that somehow have their cysts up side down and enclosed the whole land in giant 'cocoon' of hexagonal based ...so, if the cysts were up there, that means the mushroom-hats were underground...?? He blinked again... That's not right...if they're underground then they wouldn't be called 'hats', right...???
Prussian furrowed... Deia stared, a smile on her face... The kaleidoscope shining his face made him looked ethereal, the cool winds blew his unrully hair that caressed his cherubic face with featherlight touches. His impassive face was a magnet to others, without him realizing it, she had to keep the maids out of his way behind his back... well, the maids that're not minding him as a beast, that is... With a furrow on his face like this, she'd have to chase them away from him if they ever see...! How cuuuute...!!!
Prussian turned his face to her... Deia caught herself again and turned her head back to the landscape before them. Feeling the prussian orbs burned to her..
"Oh, look..!" Thank gods for the divertion..!! "It's showering there !" she pointed to the Stratus's surface that was started to pour down its dust-of-lights, an intricate design shimmered on the Stratus, rippled to the surrounding surface.
Dust of shines and lights showered down like rain ...Those are the mushroom spores..! Since Archantra was never had the touch of sun-light, the people had to use other energy-sources for their living, the spores carried somekind of energy which made them shine, the basic material of the spores themselves would be part of the Land's soil, the white dirts. But as the spores were so small, they were mostly burned down in energy-producing, living a very small amount of white waste matters after. The nature-system had been evoluting for a thousand years –as Deia had told him earlier was the Land's age to this present-, it made the inhabitants evolved also, the white plants, animals, humans' snow-white skins, their hair-colors and eyes, and everything else. His tan skin stood out for certain amongst this land's inhabitants..
Those things are the ones responsible for the thick air..!! Prussian furrowed deeper staring at the showering Stratus's surface far away. They were the alien substances and poisons...well of course, they're spores of giant alien fungus...!! The humans here had become so dependant to those fungus and their spores that they even lived the poisonous air they called Air and made it their source of magics...! So that's why they were very concern about the outerlands since they couldn't use their magics freely...?!
The prussians orbs clouded a little ...Solo's right, this is my-human's home...! He sighed softly ...I wonder if this land's humans couldn't survive the outer atmosphere since they live this Air for their whole lives... he snorted ...I wonder if I could survive this AIR for that long...!!
"Say, Prussian... the shower is mostly heading this way...!" Deia's cheerful voice brought him back from his musing. "Do you know where it spread before this place..?!"
He stared, ...Deia had a delightful expression on her face, showers were her favourite nature, the dust-of-lights were a blessing for Charms as they renew their Harmony. The Order, the designs on the Stratus's surface, was their natural tutor of magics, the designs were in successions that were almost as a book of how-to-do-magic, a very very large book which everyone in the Land could see, so it's like a great indiscriminate school of the whole land...
He stared longer... he likes real rains better, felt more reviving and fresh, though sometimes the rainy weather got too cold and he had to be wet all the time during those bad weathers, not to mention the thunders and storms, the blizzards, even. He already missed the outerlands, the colorfull scenery and bad weathers. He missed being miserable on the colorful bad weathered outerlands. He missed being miserable but pampered by the Pack...he missed Solo...!
"Well...?" Deia asked again excitedly.
He lifted his right hand and pointed at some point in the distance, as if on cue the Stratus's surface there started to shower down, the intricate design on it was different from the first shower point, he worried his lower lip while calculating the design and pointed at another point on the surface, of which started to shower down too at his pointed finger. The design there was smaller, he blinked, put his finger between his lips and absently chewing it gently. The succession was in an order of timing too, he noted, the map didn't showed that much. He looked at the Stratus's surface above their heads, turned his head in a few directions as if searching. After sometime, he pointed above the Castile's right sides, and turned sharply to the opposite sides. Almost in the same time the shower began forming a curving design around the Castile's Stratus –'guess you couldn't call it the Castile's skies-, the showering dust blew genlty by the wind and rained on them silently.
Deia excitedly clapping her hands and praising him, delightful by the showers upon them. She laughed and started singing, dancing in circles and spreading her hands welcoming the showers. It suited her very much, floating between the dust-of-lights and singing a Fairs' song in an angelic voice, looking beautiful and blissful. All the time calling his name to join her dancing between her song.
He looked serene for a moment, drowning in the sight of his human ...It suited my-human...! He smiled a little smile at the sightof her. Then a cough escaped his throat, he quickly covered his mouth with a hand, feeling a coppery tang bile rising from his insides. His eyes darkened. He desperately tried to swallow and hold it down, and subtly returned to Deia's chamber, crouching behind the drape of the bed's canopy under his side of Deia's bed.
...it doesn't suit me...!
He laid his head on his hands on the floor, willing his body to get better, his prussian eyes blackenned. Deia's singing outside the balcony lulled him to painful exhausted sleep. A dark blood colored crystalline rolled down to the floor from his slackened grasp.
His heart-of-heart dimmed for a restless slumber.
He closed his eyes...
-tbc