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(Curiously, after blacking out twice - and dying once, Tylendel has finally managed to grab the journal. He begins to dictate, though his voice is very weak at first.)

Am I in the Havens? (There is audible doubt in his tone. Why would he deserve to go there?)

I must be...somewhere else. (Somewhere reserved for cowards like him.) I don't deserve it, but...

Is there a Healer in the vicinity? (Goddess, he hopes he is actually communicating with someone.) I'm afraid to stand up. The last time I did, I must have blacked out.

(What else can one expect with a head injury and a fever?)

My name is...Tylendel. (His voice softens, an audible quake to it.) I think I'm...

(Dead. He wonders if that's the norm for...here.)

I didn't think death would hurt this much. (But he deserves every ache and he knows it.) But maybe this is my punishment.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

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(The force behind those words catches Tylendel utterly off-guard and makes him temporarily forget his depressing, ever-circling thoughts. He holds his breath, riveted by the power he senses radiating off of Vanyel.

Gods, he isn't just a Mage: he's a powerhouse.)

Understood. (His heart beats quickly in his chest and he realizes that he is...very much attracted to this new side - or not so new as the case may be - of his lover. Allowing himself a small chuckle, he quickly strips off his clothes and is just about to stand up when Vanyel returns.

Not wearing a stitch.

Swallowing reflexively, Tylendel stands up, needing minimal help in doing so. His gaze travels over each scar and each burn on the other's body.

He wants to know how Vanyel acquired all of them - even if it took a long, long time.

Stepping forward, he kisses his lover's shoulder and strokes his hands over Vanyel's sides.)

I'm ready. (Smiling playfully, he walks to the tub, carefully and steps into the water.) You better be joining me or I'll drag you in here by force.

_{[ Not just a powerhouse, Tylendel. He is stronger than you and Savil combined, than any Herald mage that ever was or ever will be - not that he knows that little detail of himself. He is a a monster among men, a fact driven home to him more often than he liked.

But that was not now, not in the present with his love, his life-bonded. He wrapped his arms around him to help him to the tub, despite the other being foolish and trying to make it on his own. But that was Tylendel wasn't it? Somehow, it was so very comforting, another reassurance this was his real life-bonded and not an impostor made by the Castle.

His heart leapt at the teasing and he could not help but smile again as he followed his beloved. ]}

In your current state? It might almost be funny to see you try. Like that time you dragged me through the mud.

_{[ When they had first been lovers and staged their fight to protect themselves from the cruelties of family and court. ]}

(Tylendel will only feel pride if he ever sees the full extent of Vanyel's powers. To him, the powers don't change his lover - they just help him protect others and himself, which is damn necessary when he has so many responsibilities riding on his shoulders. Being a Herald is dangerous enough; being at the beck and call of a King and a kingdom shortens one's life considerably. Vanyel's powers will hopefully ensure he lives longer and that's all Tylendel cares about.

He wrinkles his brow, sighing a bit when his lover insists on helping him to the tub.)

I want to be back to normal quickly. (And somehow that explains trying to walk to the tub on his own.) I haven't greeted you properly anyway.

(Once he's settled in the tub, he makes room for Vanyel and gazes at him longingly.)

We should do that again, though I won't hurt your ankle this time. (It seems like ages since they had teased one another. Seeing Vanyel's smile causes Tylendel to reach out for him.)

I don't know if I can clean myself. I might need...some help.

_{[ He sighed, long and suffering, but in a good way. It felt good to have such banter again. He had missed this - the easy talking, the easy way they simply feel together, two halfs that made up one whole. Loosing that....

But no. He could not think about it, because it would take away from the joy of this moment, of having Tylendel back in his arms, talking to him, making those jokes that had used to make his cheeks heat from embarrassment and desire. Havens, even now he felt his cheeks pink at the other's suggestion, knowing where he wanted it to go.

Again, though, the rationale part of himself stopped his body from doing anything to stupid in return. ]}

I will help you wash, but that is it, Tylendel. You are newly healed, let us not stress your body more than we must.

_{[ He cupped his cheek and shifted, letting the other settle against his chest, offering warmer and softer support than the porcelain edges of the tub. ]}

(He would have to be mad to argue about the new position Vanyel chooses. After splashing his face with water and beginning to scrub the charcoal off, he turns and kisses Vanyel sweetly on the nose.)

If that's your decision, you better rest up because I'm not letting you out of the bed for a day at least.

(His tone is quite serious even if his brown eyes are sparkling with mischief. He has thirteen years to make up for and he is eager to begin loving Vanyel to the fullest. In fact, his lover's lips are looking delightfully tantalizing. Tylendel leans in and kisses his beloved properly, his eyelids falling closed as the familiarity comes rushing back.)

You never said I couldn't kiss you. (He whispers, pulling back with a charming smile.)

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_{[ He forgot this, though how he could he didn't know. This sweetness. This gentleness about him that appeared around him where others saw the cocky Tylendel, the Tylendel with a temper. They never saw his love like he did, and he had hated the way they spoke of him.

His mouth softened against Tylendel's as they kissed, and Havens if it wasn't the best feeling he had felt in a long, long time. Havens, he had missed it, and when Tylendel pulled back his head came forward the slightest to follow that smiling mouth. ]}

No, I suppose I didn't...

_{[ Licking his lips, he reached over and picked up a cloth from the small table beside his bed, wetting it and beginning to rub it across Tylendel's still charcoal stained cheeks. ]}

(He doesn't care what others say about him. He knows he can be defensive - particularly when he is certain others won't accept him because of his sexuality or his Gifts - and he doesn't really care to change. As long as he has one person who understands him and accepts him, he will be fine.

Besides, he wants Vanyel to see another side of him - a side reserved specifically for him. Just like their kisses, this tenderness is another way Tylendel expresses his love. Though, truth be told, it doesn't take any effort for him to be sweeter around Van. It seems...natural.

Gently nibbling on Vanyel's lips, he pulls back reluctantly, his smile growing when he sees his lover following him.)

I do love kissing you. (With a sigh, he closes his eyes and lets Vanyel go about cleaning his face.) I hope I don't look too ghastly under all of that stuff.

_{[ He did know it was special, especially after the stories he had been told when he first arrived - by the court and Savil herself. His aunt loved Tylendel, but she was not afraid of exposing his more worrisome habits either. Vanyel was as aware of those as anyone could be, but he saw through them to the loving man they hid.

And gods if that nibble didn't send a shock of pleasure through him. The sort of shock that would have made him weak in the knees. He supposed it was a good thing they were sitting down in a tub then, wasn't it? Havens, Tylendel would be the ruin of him, wouldn't he? A happy, beautiful ruin.

He shook his head, wringing out the cloth before dipping it again and returning to stroking 'Lendel's cheek and throat, smiling as his lover's beautiful cream skin appeared from beneath the sooty mess. This was the Tylendel he knew, not the vengeful (and very wounded) man that was the world's last glimpse of him. ]}

No, love, you look beautiful. You always do. Maybe could use a bit of sun though.

_{[ Lips spread in a smile and he leaned in, kissing him a bit firmer, now perfectly assured it was him and he was here. He was not vanishing in the next blink of an eye. ]}

(Savil knows his strong points and his failings. She had picked him up after he had been tricked into revealing his sexuality and she had seen a rather pompous noble boy mature into a sometimes defensive but otherwise kind-hearted young man. In many ways, she is his mother as well as his teacher.

That's why her approval of his relationship with Vanyel had meant so much. Of course, now that Tylendel realizes the true depth of their bond, he understands that even if she had disapproved of their relationship, he still would have fallen for Van. It was...inevitable - no matter how much he had initially fought his feelings.

There is a flush of color on his cheeks when the soot is cleaned away. Being this close to Vanyel is reminding him - quite insistently - how long it has been since they had...

Been together.

For Van, it has been even longer.)

I will get plenty of sun following you around soon enough. You do need to give me a tour so I don't get lost in the snow again.

(His fingertips find one of the scars on Vanyel's chest, tracing over it gently. With a soft sound, he shifts and curls against his beloved, closing his eyes.)

Thank you.

Ah, yes. That was the Four Seasons room. I would not suggest going in there, really. If you get stuck in it, you get stuck in it for awhile.

_{[ He shook his head, shivering when the other traced his scars. He rarely let anyone touch them. They only did when he needed to be patched up again, and even then he did not like others touching them.

But Tylendel touching them... that was different, like somehow that made them holy.

He set the cloth aside, wrapping his arms around Tylendel and hugging him close, sheltering the other against him as much as he drawing strength from the other. A strength he had not known in years. ]}

Anything for you, 'Lendel.

Speaking from experience? (His words are barely audible and his voice is low.) I would have been stuck in there if you hadn't found me.

(He pauses and blinks slowly.) There was someone else who came to help me. His name is Ben. I think I scared him.

(Seeing someone in a bloody and broken state is likely to frighten anyone. Tylendel makes a mental note to apologize to Ben later and thank him for his kindness. He certainly didn't have to come looking for him - and he had kept him company until Vanyel arrived.)

I'll contact him later. (His lips find another scar and he kisses it, giving Vanyel some of his energy freely. He wonders if the scars still hurt and he decides to rub balm on them for his lover later.)

Van, you're beautiful. I see how you've grown and changed, but you're still you. I would do anything for you too and I promise to never leave you again.

_{[ If only you knew, Tylendel. If only you knew. One day, you would leave, they would both leave, and he would go back to having to live without you. But he kept that to himself, because what point was there in ruining this moment? In having Tylendel in his arms again?

He squeezed him tighter, turning his face up. He leaned in, pressing his mouth firmly to Tylendel's in a kiss that spoke of love and need more than anything, of relief at having the other in his arms again. ]}

I'll show you how to use the journals. In fact, there is much I need to show and explain to you.

_{[ He sighed. ]}

A lot. We have to play by new rules, Tylendel.

(He shudders and returns the kiss fiercely, threading his fingers into Vanyel's hair. By the time Vanyel pulls back, Tylendel looks a little breathless.)

Tell me. As long as I have you, I can learn and do anything.

(A small smile follows that statement.)

Though we never got much studying done before. (Mainly because they were too busy soaking in the other's company.) We'll have to try harder for this.

Considering they are things you truly need to know, I think I can manage to hold it off long enough.

_{[ He freely admitted his body ached for Tylendel, though he dared not act on such impulses with the other in his condition, even if Tylendel might want to. They had time to explore each other again in such ways, when Tylendel was up to the task of it. Though more gentle touching was not out of the question, because surely he wanted to indulge in a little. Just a little.

Gods, Tylendel had a way of just turning his brain to mush. ]}

If you can manage to listen the whole way, perhaps I can reward you...

_{[ He smiled, stroking his lip with his thumb. ]}

(He softens and strokes over Vanyel's cheek.) I'll be a good student. (As long as he gets to stay this close and keep touching his lover. While he is definitely physically attracted to Vanyel - the gods know if he was in better shape, he would already be ravishing his lover - there is comfort and familiarity in each touch. He needs that comfort to help counteract the gaping hole Staven and Gala left behind.)

Deal. (His eyes warm and he kisses the thumb.) You are the Adept in this field.

_{[ He shook his head. ]}

Believe me, there is no way anyone will ever be an Adept at this place. It is simply... to foreign. I have tried, many times, to understand and it... well, I am sure you will see for yourself, soon enough.

_{[ He shifted them now, grabbing a new cloth and soap, setting to the task of cleaning the rest of Tylendel's body and his hair, being brisk, but gentle lest the last warmth of the water leave them. As it was, it was growing tepid, and he would not have Tylendel catching cold on top of his injuries. ]}

That bad, hm? (This place would have to be strange. It did bring him back from death - or so he guesses. And then there was that Four Seasons room and the journals...

He has a feeling strange doesn't even cover it.)

I'll follow your lead. (The washing causes him to wince a little, but he is glad for it. All of the grime and blood and tears are finally being washed away. By the time Vanyel finishes, Tylendel shakes some of the hair out of his eyes and stands up.)

I almost feel like a new person. (The dizziness, nausea, headache and even many of the aches are gone. Yet now he realizes that he is exhausted - not just physically, but also emotionally.)

Can we talk about the rest in bed?

_{[ Vanyel looks as exhausted as the other, if not as wounded - or freshly so. But there is a tight tug at the corner of his eyes and at his mouth, his emotional barriers tested and shattered in but a few hours time. He trained the tub and rose, fetching them towels to dry before heading back to his bed, which he had wished to be a little wider now to accommodate himself and Tylendel comfortably.

He helped the other slide beneath the covers and followed, wishing that he could curl up into the other like he used to as a boy. But Tylendel was hurt, and Vanyel was the protector now, the one who understood the lay of the land so to speak. So this time he cradled Tylendel to himself, fingers resting lightly in the soft curls. ]}

We can speak of it in the morning, 'Lendel. You should rest now.

_{[ The truth was that he was ready to collapse too, drained and relieved at once and so many other things. ]}

(The softness of the bed and the warmth of having Vanyel beside him is enough to lull Tylendel into a dreamy state. He can almost imagine that everything before now was a dream. Almost. There are subtle reminders, yet they can be examined later. Much later.)

Don't go anywhere... (He gratefully rests his cheek against Vanyel's chest, listening to the steady beat of his lover's heart.) I love you, Ashke.

(His voice trails off and he falls to sleep, hugging Vanyel warmly as he dreams.)

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Yay! So, do you want to do a tokyo log with them? Yay lots of more fun explanations!

ooc: Yes yes yes! :D

ooc: Waking up sound good to you? In tokyo that is. I can set up.

ooc: Works for me!

ooc: Here we are!

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/gets one in real quick before she heads home from work

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Lol, and now we need to get Tylendel's response to a world change. YAY TOKYO circa 1980s!

Oh man, he is going to be stuck. Vanyel is going to have to help him leave the room.

He's got you baby

Too much change and trauma. >.<

Welcome to the Castle! \o/

Could be worse. XD

True facts. Could have come in when a CRAZY event was on

His brain would break...even more.

You get used to it, 'Lendel

With help, he will. :)

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