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Finn extended his hand for Lily to take, giving her a weary smile. He had... more questions that likely no one had answers to. Like what they meant by other gods, also how did that whole thing work? How was it that Veles didn't recognize Alma? Did he even know Alma was a deity at all? Or did Veles have any memories? The type of questions that would probably never get an answer. He glanced back toward Xevon and Callisto, watching them close the door. "... I really hope they're okay," Finn admitted quietly. "Yeah, I get on his nerves... but I really worry for the guy. He's been through a lot. Like ... a lot-a lot." Alma shook her head lightly. "It's really too difficult to say for sure," she said softly, "especially here. That is partially why I split us up. To give him time to gather his emotions and settle them." -- Xevon stepped in beside Callisto, struggling to keep himself where he was. He was in the cottage. The smell of chamomile, the warmth of a fire, the smell of old books... he was in the cottage. "I... think I just need some space," Xevon admitted quietly. "Some space to... to sort out everything. It's been a lot lately," his voice was calm, struggling to remain neutral and grounded. His head threatened to spin with memories, emotions and the likes. He wasn't going to let Callisto see it. That was not a pretty sight. |
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Lily glanced down as she sensed Finntello nearing her, taking his hand she moved their arms in an exaggerated swing for a few steps before letting them hang normally. A sigh huffing out from her chest as Lily tilted her head to look up at him. “I just hope they sort out Renissa. Well..and that they aren’t at each other's throats by the time we come back.” She offered her tidbit of information, swivelling her head to look over at Alma. She let the quiet hang in the air for a minute before she couldn’t help but begin to ask her questions. “Do you remember being here, Alma?” Lily decided to start lightly, she certainly didn’t want to get on her bad side even before she knew about this godly side of Finn’s adoptive mother. On that matter, she was now crucially aware of the fact she was holding his hand rather brazenly in front of the group. Not that they hadn’t done that before, but now it felt even more…strange to be doing it with Alma being what she was. “Nothing special to really remember about this place, it’s just a bunch of pompous people pulling the strings of others' lives.” That was Florence piping up, not giving one look back towards the group as she led them away from the cottage, over a rise to where they couldn’t see it anymore. – Callisto tapped his fingers on the side of his mug, nodding his head but his eyes flickered to the floor keeping quiet as he walked to the kitchen. He placed his free hand on the back of the chair and leaned his weight onto it, peering back over at Xevon he offered a sad smile. “Whatever you think is best.” He wasn’t exactly sure how to offer any help. He couldn’t magic away the terrible things that were likely swirling around Xevon’s head, he had no cure all to administer. All he could do was be there, which was difficult when the person you wanted to help would rather stew over things in their head on their own. |
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"I doubt they'll be at each other's throats," Finn let out a small, tiny laugh. He winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "... well, they might be... just not tearing each other apart..." he let out a small chuckle and cleared his throat. "It wouldn't be the first time we walked in on Xevon ... tangled in the arms of someone." "Chico!" Alma chided, shaking her head. "I'm just saying!" Finn protested, shrugging loosely. His red gaze turned to Lily as she asked her question. Alma's brown eyes softened, looking down at the ground. "Not much. What I do remember... was that I hated this place. I hated this realm, I always preferred being on earth, trying to pretend that I belonged..." Because she hadn't felt like she belonged here, the pompous old gods sneered at the new generation... until Veles... had been a whispered threat. Then somehow... it was their fault. A stab of guilt tore through her heart. She had been on earth... to run away. She had been avoiding the realm... "Onas and I ... we weren't close friends but we did get along," she responded quietly. ---- Xevon slowly sat down and exhaled. "What I think is not always the best, Callisto," he responded quietly. He was understanding that, slowly but surely. "She's lost," Xevon admitted quietly. "I was lost. I lost myself and I... I just hope I can help her. So that she doesn't have to suffer the same way I did." His blood red gaze lifted up toward Callisto, studying the pale young man. "No one should." |
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Lily tipped her head back to look at Finn, trying to give him a scolding look but clearly fighting back a bark of laughter at the unexpected comment. To keep herself in check, she looked back over the Alma. She couldn’t blame her for wanting to escape this place, the way it looked at the moment was depressing enough. Maybe it had been nice once, but now it was not somewhere she wanted to live forever. “Got along or tolerated?” Lily tried her chances with a nervous laugh. Florence finally looked back the group, still blatantly not looking at Lily, scanning between Alma and Finn. Skimming her eyes over the top of Lily’s head. “Onas is not a tolerant person, you’re either someone he likes or someone he hates. Hates with a fiery passion.” Florence explained before a mischievous grin began to form on her lips. “He doesn’t like me.” – Callisto couldn’t help the almost pitiful look that had risen to his face, hearing Xevon talk like that was so saddening. He flexed his hand on the back of the kitchen chair before leaning back and placing the mug of tea on the kitchen counter with a small clink. The catch of Xevon’s eyes was enough to make him walk back over to him. “If what you think is not best, then…perhaps being alone is not what you need.” That sentence alone felt like he was overstepping some boundary. Almost immediately, Callisto pushed his hands into his front pockets, shaking his head lightly. “You cannot take on the burden of other people and their suffering, it will only anchor you to your past instead of help you process it. We will help Renissa, but you should not feel responsible for ending her suffering. It is not your responsibility, you are just kind enough to help her.” |
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Finn gave her a brighter grin, unwilling to actually say anything else. But he clearly thought he was clever--or at least funny--for the comments. The grin slowly faded as he watched Alma as she spoke. It made sense, in a way. The reason she knew this place but not well. His eyes narrowed slightly, noting the way Florence refused to look at Lily directly. His hand tightened on Lily's, keeping himself in check. Just because he wanted to throw hands didn't mean that was a good idea. Plus, Alma was right there. She confirmed what Florence said. "He likes you or he doesn't. There's no in between." "... so like..." he raised an eyebrow. "We were comrades," she responded, slightly dry. "While I argued for defensive battle, he was the more ... he pushed to go on the offensive. Perhaps, we should've listened to him." -- Xevon watched Callisto as he walked toward him. He leaned back for a moment, lifting his chin to look up toward him. "I feel responsible for it," he responded, "because I have been there. I know how it feels, I don't ... I don't wish that upon anyone." His chest lifted in a brief inhale. "There is something... breaking about being lost in your mind. When what you see is not reality, when it's a twisted version of the past, hanging just behind the events that you know are inevitable. That desperate hope that somehow things would be different this time, but knowing deep down that it's not going to change." He stood up from the couch again, hands tucked behind his back. "It... the underlying notion that you want it to be different but knowing that they're gone. That you can only wander for so long before you come across the blood in the snow... and the trail... that leads to the downfall... but you pray, beg, that it'll be different. That they aren't gone." His eyes slid closed. "... that you won't have that letter burning your pocket. That ... maybe, you won't be alone." |
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Winter Month: 2 
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