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WHAT In person or texting, I don't know, I'm not your boss
WHERE Wherever you'd be at night
WHEN Day 1, night
NOTES aj said i was allowed to make a new post

[So, you've survived your first—or fiftieth, or five-hundredth—day in Quiet Mounds. Tonight, it's raining—or, it's not. Maybe you're trying to get used to your new, quiet apartment. The electricity is buzzing in that way that's hard to ignore, a silence so loud it's deafening, in that poetic sort of way.]

[Or maybe you're one of the sad sacks still working at the 24/7 joints. Or their why-am-I-even-up-this-late customers. You're the reason why capitalism does this to people, you know.]

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[ stops, staring at him, a little surprised. Honestly that felt nostalgic and not in a really good way.

Comes around the table again, leaning down. ]

Vanyel.

[he shies back, scooting the chair back and leaning away, throwing his hands up in defense]

Stay away!

[ stops where he is. This isn't an abnormal reaction honestly but not usually in his human form. ]

Do you think I'd hurt you?

No, I don't want to hurt you.

You can't possibly hurt me.

[ very very confident ]

I can't know that for sure.

[ a bit irritated; ]

If you can't trust yourself then trust in my power and wisdom. You can't hurt me, tiny mage.

And you can't heal me. Nobody can.

If you do not wish to change that would be true.

I do not offer healing. I cannot offer something like that. I offered only support-- if you would throw it away, that is your own choice.

. . .

Do you know what a lifebond is?

You mentioned something to that effect earlier, but I have no experience with such things.

It's a little different—from what I mentioned before. Yfandes, she's my Companion—we're bonded, yes. We're always—in each others' heads, talking, feeling. Partners.

But a lifebond—[his voice wavers a little] Is different, still. It's—finding the love of your life, the person that completes you. Until you're—you're no longer two people. It's genuinely painful to be apart, you can't think about anything but them sometimes. You can feel what they feel, your needs are their needs.

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And your lifebond isn't here?

Dead.

[ welp ]

... and what does this mean for you?

[rubbing his wrist with one hand]

. . . I tried to follow. I wasn't permitted.

Before you arrived here?

Several years ago.

[a long sigh, just sounding tired, now]

So I get up every day and do my job. But it feels like having a wound that's constantly bleeding out, but won't let me rest.

...

I apologize for my insensitivity.

. . .

[looks startled, then abruptly, almost near tears again]

I wasn't—no, you've been very kind. I hadn't meant to . . .

[he just shakes his head, putting his face in his hands briefly, taking a deep breath. muffled.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry . . .

I did not understand properly, as I don't with most things of humans'. It is no fault of yours.

[ quiet for a moment, before taking his teacup and offering it again. ]

Drink. And if you wish to be outside, I would like to accompany you.

I-I'm just not—throwing away anybody's support. It's very—very kind of you to offer . . . I'm not . . .

[he takes the teacup, gripping firmly since his hands shake]

Not rejecting it.

I'll...

[ a pause, somewhat grumbly ]

... make an attempt to be kinder in the future.

[stares at him, eyes widening, cheeks going a little pink]

I—it's alright . . .

[ nods, sitting back down. Quiet for now ]