Permission granted. Though I will be moving shortly... I'm quite sure this is the range above the mine entrance in Aditus. I should be down there by the time you arrive.
[Unless he somehow manages to get lost? But Xiaoyun will determine his location. He's not sure where his own DTF is at this point. He kind of... left it behind. Who knows? Maybe Angeal adopted it.
Mm. [it's a response to both soren and xiaoyun, the latter of which immediately wastes no time seeking out soren's dtf with a ping.] The mine entrance... okay, I can be there shortly. [thank goodness for his ability to shift and move even faster than if he were just on human feet.
hopefully soren doesn't get lost or else this might be more difficult than necessary, but sizhui won't give up looking for him, no matter what difficulties may arise.
also: given it's a dog, it wouldn't be surprising at all if angeal did adopt the creature, though the dtfs do always somehow end up back with their owners.]
[he disconnects. luckily, the dtf knows exactly where soren is at any given moment, and it's smart enough to know what's going on. it's perfectly happy to let xiaoyun know the details, anticipating some more peaceful interactions to be in store for its owner. at least he's actually asking for some help this time!
sure enough, soren had managed to divine his position accurately enough in spite of his status effect, and he finds his way down to the mouth of the cave with only some minor turbulence on the way down. certainly not as much as he weathered the first time he winged his way over to meet sizhui in the flesh. it did, however, make him more queasy than before...
he sits in wait, trying as best as he can in his condition to keep watch out for both possible dangers and sizhui. ugh. he feels like hot trash.]
[you're welcome, is what sizhui would've said if he'd had a chance to before soren disconnects. he finishes what he was doing while they were chatting, makes sure xiaoyun has the location and takes off, hoping he'll find his friend before anything unfortunate happens.
boosted by his qi and the enhanced speed of his full-wolf form, he's guided by xiaoyun's directions, likely traveling to the mines in record time despite the protest of his body. they can rest once he's collected soren and no sooner than that, no matter how much energy he must expend to find him. what's luckiest about all this: the fact soren's dtf actually cooperated with his own rather than hinder them. sure, it didn't seem like the type to maybe cause problems on purpose, but considering its standoffish nature, he wouldn't put anything past the shiba inu. (or any of the dtfs, but that's beside the point here.)
lan sizhui reaches the cave, huffing and puffing, though his attention instantly scans for the dragon, purple irises widening as he catches sight of him then trots over.]
[crouched just by the side of the entrance waits soren. he looks about as much a mess as impressions led, tied-back hair disheveled and coming undone in places; clothes dirtied; a glazed and stupefied cast to his normally keen eyes, lids heavy, mouth parted. at the very least, he sees sizhui coming... but unfortunately, he doesn't quite catch on yet that the wolf he's seeing is, in fact, sizhui, and as such bolts to his feet with a stagger, fanning his wings out to make himself seem bigger and more a threat. if the wolf doesn't turn tail, he's prepared to defend himself.]
[the sight makes him even more concerned and prompts him to pick up the pace a bit, though he hesitates after soren stumbles upright, wings out and looking wild. sizhui tilts his head, ears twitching, tail curling around his paws as he holds his position. give him a minute, it'll click. what is he doing—? oh. right, this is the first time he's ever appeared before soren in this shape, and he's really quite large, so it makes sense why the dragon's on guard.
he lowers himself to the ground, splays his front legs and rests his head between them, still faintly tilted with his ears rolled forward. hopefully, soren can understand him, or else this could become more problematic.]
[when the words resound in his head, soren drops his defensive stance. even with an alcohol-addled mind he can register it as someone familiar, draw the connection back to the obvious. sizhui was coming, he said he would be here shortly, and a quick way to get here would be through borrowing the enhanced speed of an animal transformation. he sighs the tension out.]
With an entrance like that, you're lucky I din't blast you. Not that I should be worried 'bout a wolf.
[after it seems to register and soren sighs like that, he rises back up on all four paws, flicks his tail then proceeds toward his friend again, only stopping once he's right beside him. like this, it would be much faster for them both if soren just climbed onto his back and held his fur, but he's well-aware it might not be possible, given soren's current state.
they'll circle back around to that, however, since sizhui's huffing at the remark, his amused tone carrying even over telepathy.] 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩.
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙,[he admits, then sizhui moves to prop his shoulder against soren's side, helping keep him steady.] 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?[and once soren does, he'll turn his head to rest it against the dragon's stomach, a faint blue glow spreading along his muzzle, over his head, to the tips of his ears as he lets qi pass between them.]
[the thing here is, soren doesn't hang on. he doesn't even make an attempt. as a matter of fact, he takes a step back, looking somewhere between wary and disgruntled.]
[sizhui lifts back upright, blinking two-toned eyes at him and tilting his head sideways, looking as confused as he can in animal form. didn't soren want him to help with this whole drunk thing? what's he worried about now?]
[soren blanches at the thought of getting on his back and galloping really fast while also nearly succumbing to his queasiness.]
Oh... Okay. But please... not while I'm still drunk.
[somehow, this is making him sad on top of it all. he's ridden on the back of a laguz before, and though there was a lot he didn't like about it then, he misses that stupid cat and his stupid two-toned eyes. especially tonight.]
𝙉𝙤, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙬𝙚'𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. [while lan sizhui wouldn't entirely understand soren's sadness, he does recognize his face discoloring and it isn't difficult to figure out what might bother him about this idea; riding takes a particular steadiness, after all, and soren won't be able to handle such a thing in his current state, which is exactly why he'd come closer again in the first place. taking care of the alcohol problem as quickly as possible is what he's planning, they can figure everything else out afterward.
he gently nudges soren's side with his head, trying to tuck the other male's arm around his neck. physical contact is necessary for this and he wants his friend stabilized in case anything becomes too much.]
[soren finally does as sizhui wants, draping his arm over his neck gingerly and then settling into a more secure hold. fur actually... feels nice. very nice? oh. oh my. this is very slowly turning into a hug as he presses his cheek to the wolf's neck and breathes in deeply, sighing it out in preemptive relief.]
[if sizhui wasn't distracted with making sure soren gets to feeling better, he might've let himself feel the relief too, let it sink in so deep, a saddened comfort could wash over him. instead, he shuts his eyes and leans halfway into the hug, his glowing muzzle pressed against soren's midsection again while one large paw carefully hooks over the top of his feet.
‘i'm sorry,’ he wants to say, but the other half of him keeps his thoughts completely silent.]
[the whirling fog choking his thoughts evanesces upon sizhui's influence, leaving soren blessedly more stable, better aware of himself and his surroundings. it doesn't quite chase away all of the poisonous effects at once, but it's a welcome reprieve from the dizzying numbness and undammed feelings. the hands on the reins of self-control finally tighten back up.]
...Thank you.
[ah, but he sure is tired. he maintains his hold on the wolf's neck with no hurry to stop, still resting his head against it for the time being like a ship that has been moored at last after stormy seas.]
[unfortunately, it's not an instantaneous sort of thing, as much as sizhui wishes it could be for soren, but it still seems to be helping ease his queasiness and that's what matters. he gently presses his head a bit firmer against soren, ears flattened, his own breathing slow, steady and slightly heavier in this form.]
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.
[they can stay here for as long as necessary, letting soren reacclimate himself, because it's not like sizhui's in any rush to get back to his reading when he has a friend suffering from unlucky circumstances.] 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤.
I should be able to handle it. [he lifts his head up from the wolf's and his arms slip away, too, only to reassert themselves in a different configuration once soren leaps to mount him. a quick burst of movement establishes further that his condition is now equipped for a rocky journey on wolfback. it still feels as though he's floating through reality, but he's more grounded than before, and not prone to hurling up all the food angeal had coerced him to eat. speaking of which, there's... probably powdered sugar somewhere in sizhui's fur now, too.
they're going back to his house now, making this the second time he's been made to rest there after being pathetically indisposed in some way. a split second he forgets himself and says]
Actually, I'd rather rest at my own...
[...there's nothing there for him any longer. it's become a house, not a home. the thought of going back makes him uneasy.]
[with that affirmation given, there's really no need for sizhui to answer, so he just stands steady as soren hops onto his back, ears relifting and tail gently wagging in relief. it does seem like he's better now, which means no need for them to worry about any, uh, unfortunate accidents while they're moving. the powdered sugar is a problem for future sizhui and he'll figure that out later when he's not focused on getting them back to his home.
—or perhaps soren's? he half-turns his head to look back at him, blinking, wondering if that's what he was planning on mentioning before changing his mind.
normally, he would ask, but something in his gut tells him not to and instead of venturing a guess, he's about-facing, heading back toward the cave's entrance.] 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. [already, his pace begins to pick up, more of a trot than a walk, then eventually it turns into a run.] 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙣, 𝙮𝙚𝙨? [it's the perfect place for soren to stay, where no one will bother him, unless it's his own choice.
the cabin is neat and tidy, despite not being lived in anymore, because sizhui figured they could keep it around as a guesthouse.]
[soren asserts his grip as sizhui picks up speed, adjusting to the quickening speed and the bumpier ride.]
Yes. I would appreciate that.
[a place he could be alone. his house had become that, but barring the fact that he had caved the roof in during his escape from... being taken care of? oh... what a massive idiot he turned into. nevertheless, he can't help but find some comfort in this small refuge being set aside for him. a breath of fresh air from the jarring and suffocating absence of who gave him meaning, how the thinning of his scent might as well have been driving him to a desperate breed of madness. and being drunk on top of it... well, it didn't end well, now did it?
he's glad that he can depend on sizhui for things. if he were to suddenly disappear, he's certain he could manage just fine on his own... but it would become more troublesome.]
[which is good, because with soren hanging on, sizhui's not only using the enhanced speed he gains from his wolf form, but he's channeling his qi too, this way it will take no time at all for them to get to their destination.
although he cannot see soren, he can feel him, and while he hasn't got a clue what exactly has happened (yet), it doesn't mean he can't realize there's something terribly wrong; soren isn't someone who would let himself get this drunk without reason. rather than ask, sizhui keeps the concerns to himself for now, concentrating on carrying them both toward the aforementioned cabin. it surely wouldn't be anything like his and ike's home, but the familiarity of sizhui's scent ought to help somewhat.
and for what it's worth, for however long he remains, soren's more than welcome to depend on him since it's clear he would drop everything to help the dragon, regardless of earlier apprehension.]
[the hollow tone of his voice never ceases, further cementing how easy it is for sizhui to infer the battered emotional state hiding beneath a thin veneer of calm. he doesn't want to have to face what life will be like here now that he's lost contact with ike. such an event stared him in the face as an inevitability innumerable times before, whether it be ike's disappearance or his own. knowing this, mentally and emotionally preparing for this day, still did nothing to abate the crush of loss and the misery of absence with no end in sight. but he must march forward.
riding on sizhui's back ends up feeling freeing, in a way. like in great strides he could outpace his problems, let the wind whip past and blow it all behind him. someday, he will run back to him. he'll be able to reach him. if he can just believe in this day, he would wait as many ages as it takes. soren never asks to rest on their way to sizhui's place.]
[in spite of himself, his worries are disregarded, overtaken by the one single thing he's more concerned with: getting soren somewhere safe and away from others who may try to pry into his business. the dragon has already been force-fed, so there's no need to consider if he might be hungry or not at present, and if there happens to be anything else he needs, sizhui will surely have it, whether at the cabin or in his attached home.
struggling through his loss will be difficult, but soren is nothing if not resilient; sizhui's witnessed it personally and believes, with time, he'll pull through. while he works at this, the cultivator will be around anytime he needs (whenever he isn't already checking in on him, of course).
mutual silence settles between them during the journey, nothing but rustling grass and trees, or perhaps the odd wild animal rushing in the direction that's opposite of where they're going. surprising no one, he makes it in record time, slowing back down to a trot as they approach the double back doors. without hesitation, he steps toward where they meet, lowers his head, shuts his eyes and leans to press flat against both doors, a delicately written array glowing beneath his touch. it flashes once, fades, then disperses into tiny flecks, prompting him to use his nose to lift the handle so they can get inside.]
[soren helps the rest of the way with the handle, then throws the door open wide enough for entry. at this point he dismounts, since he can walk inside on his own two feet from here on out.
uneasiness fills him now that they've stilled, the same that has been plaguing him since the realization that ike was here with him no longer bored through. accompanying it is the disorientation that comes with a lack of direction. there is nothing for him to live for at this time, or so it feels, and it makes him numb from the inside.
for two years he had endured this feeling. how much longer will he have to wait this time? will he be able to feel the full extent of his love again? or will the next ike even remember him at all? there are so many possibilities, questions that have yet to be answered that can only arrive with the passage of time. uncertainty. a type of loneliness that could never be completely filled if ike is not with him.
he enters the house, for it is something he can do for now. glances around at the interior, familiarizing himself with this space sizhui kindly offered to him. perhaps a refresh of space could also help to refresh his mind, collect his thoughts somewhere more useful. then he looks to sizhui with an unreadable expression and nods shortly.]
I won't make myself a nuisance here. [not that sizhui would expect that of him.] As a matter of fact, should you need me for something, I shall see if it is within my capacity to help.
[both with regards to his willingness and his ability.]
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[Unless he somehow manages to get lost? But Xiaoyun will determine his location. He's not sure where his own DTF is at this point. He kind of... left it behind. Who knows? Maybe Angeal adopted it.
It'll find him soon enough. It always does.]
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hopefully soren doesn't get lost or else this might be more difficult than necessary, but sizhui won't give up looking for him, no matter what difficulties may arise.
also: given it's a dog, it wouldn't be surprising at all if angeal did adopt the creature, though the dtfs do always somehow end up back with their owners.]
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[he disconnects. luckily, the dtf knows exactly where soren is at any given moment, and it's smart enough to know what's going on. it's perfectly happy to let xiaoyun know the details, anticipating some more peaceful interactions to be in store for its owner. at least he's actually asking for some help this time!
sure enough, soren had managed to divine his position accurately enough in spite of his status effect, and he finds his way down to the mouth of the cave with only some minor turbulence on the way down. certainly not as much as he weathered the first time he winged his way over to meet sizhui in the flesh. it did, however, make him more queasy than before...
he sits in wait, trying as best as he can in his condition to keep watch out for both possible dangers and sizhui. ugh. he feels like hot trash.]
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boosted by his qi and the enhanced speed of his full-wolf form, he's guided by xiaoyun's directions, likely traveling to the mines in record time despite the protest of his body. they can rest once he's collected soren and no sooner than that, no matter how much energy he must expend to find him. what's luckiest about all this: the fact soren's dtf actually cooperated with his own rather than hinder them. sure, it didn't seem like the type to maybe cause problems on purpose, but considering its standoffish nature, he wouldn't put anything past the shiba inu. (or any of the dtfs, but that's beside the point here.)
lan sizhui reaches the cave, huffing and puffing, though his attention instantly scans for the dragon, purple irises widening as he catches sight of him then trots over.]
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he lowers himself to the ground, splays his front legs and rests his head between them, still faintly tilted with his ears rolled forward. hopefully, soren can understand him, or else this could become more problematic.]
𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚.
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With an entrance like that, you're lucky I din't blast you. Not that I should be worried 'bout a wolf.
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they'll circle back around to that, however, since sizhui's huffing at the remark, his amused tone carrying even over telepathy.] 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩.
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Where'r we going?
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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤?
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Oh... Okay. But please... not while I'm still drunk.
[somehow, this is making him sad on top of it all. he's ridden on the back of a laguz before, and though there was a lot he didn't like about it then, he misses that stupid cat and his stupid two-toned eyes. especially tonight.]
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he gently nudges soren's side with his head, trying to tuck the other male's arm around his neck. physical contact is necessary for this and he wants his friend stabilized in case anything becomes too much.]
𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥.
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‘i'm sorry,’ he wants to say, but the other half of him keeps his thoughts completely silent.]
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...Thank you.
[ah, but he sure is tired. he maintains his hold on the wolf's neck with no hurry to stop, still resting his head against it for the time being like a ship that has been moored at last after stormy seas.]
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𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.
[they can stay here for as long as necessary, letting soren reacclimate himself, because it's not like sizhui's in any rush to get back to his reading when he has a friend suffering from unlucky circumstances.] 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤.
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they're going back to his house now, making this the second time he's been made to rest there after being pathetically indisposed in some way. a split second he forgets himself and says]
Actually, I'd rather rest at my own...
[...there's nothing there for him any longer. it's become a house, not a home. the thought of going back makes him uneasy.]
...No, never mind.
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—or perhaps soren's? he half-turns his head to look back at him, blinking, wondering if that's what he was planning on mentioning before changing his mind.
normally, he would ask, but something in his gut tells him not to and instead of venturing a guess, he's about-facing, heading back toward the cave's entrance.] 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. [already, his pace begins to pick up, more of a trot than a walk, then eventually it turns into a run.] 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙣, 𝙮𝙚𝙨? [it's the perfect place for soren to stay, where no one will bother him, unless it's his own choice.
the cabin is neat and tidy, despite not being lived in anymore, because sizhui figured they could keep it around as a guesthouse.]
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Yes. I would appreciate that.
[a place he could be alone. his house had become that, but barring the fact that he had caved the roof in during his escape from... being taken care of? oh... what a massive idiot he turned into. nevertheless, he can't help but find some comfort in this small refuge being set aside for him. a breath of fresh air from the jarring and suffocating absence of who gave him meaning, how the thinning of his scent might as well have been driving him to a desperate breed of madness. and being drunk on top of it... well, it didn't end well, now did it?
he's glad that he can depend on sizhui for things. if he were to suddenly disappear, he's certain he could manage just fine on his own... but it would become more troublesome.]
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although he cannot see soren, he can feel him, and while he hasn't got a clue what exactly has happened (yet), it doesn't mean he can't realize there's something terribly wrong; soren isn't someone who would let himself get this drunk without reason. rather than ask, sizhui keeps the concerns to himself for now, concentrating on carrying them both toward the aforementioned cabin. it surely wouldn't be anything like his and ike's home, but the familiarity of sizhui's scent ought to help somewhat.
and for what it's worth, for however long he remains, soren's more than welcome to depend on him since it's clear he would drop everything to help the dragon, regardless of earlier apprehension.]
𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬.
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[the hollow tone of his voice never ceases, further cementing how easy it is for sizhui to infer the battered emotional state hiding beneath a thin veneer of calm. he doesn't want to have to face what life will be like here now that he's lost contact with ike. such an event stared him in the face as an inevitability innumerable times before, whether it be ike's disappearance or his own. knowing this, mentally and emotionally preparing for this day, still did nothing to abate the crush of loss and the misery of absence with no end in sight. but he must march forward.
riding on sizhui's back ends up feeling freeing, in a way. like in great strides he could outpace his problems, let the wind whip past and blow it all behind him. someday, he will run back to him. he'll be able to reach him. if he can just believe in this day, he would wait as many ages as it takes. soren never asks to rest on their way to sizhui's place.]
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struggling through his loss will be difficult, but soren is nothing if not resilient; sizhui's witnessed it personally and believes, with time, he'll pull through. while he works at this, the cultivator will be around anytime he needs (whenever he isn't already checking in on him, of course).
mutual silence settles between them during the journey, nothing but rustling grass and trees, or perhaps the odd wild animal rushing in the direction that's opposite of where they're going. surprising no one, he makes it in record time, slowing back down to a trot as they approach the double back doors. without hesitation, he steps toward where they meet, lowers his head, shuts his eyes and leans to press flat against both doors, a delicately written array glowing beneath his touch. it flashes once, fades, then disperses into tiny flecks, prompting him to use his nose to lift the handle so they can get inside.]
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uneasiness fills him now that they've stilled, the same that has been plaguing him since the realization that ike was here with him no longer bored through. accompanying it is the disorientation that comes with a lack of direction. there is nothing for him to live for at this time, or so it feels, and it makes him numb from the inside.
for two years he had endured this feeling. how much longer will he have to wait this time? will he be able to feel the full extent of his love again? or will the next ike even remember him at all? there are so many possibilities, questions that have yet to be answered that can only arrive with the passage of time. uncertainty. a type of loneliness that could never be completely filled if ike is not with him.
he enters the house, for it is something he can do for now. glances around at the interior, familiarizing himself with this space sizhui kindly offered to him. perhaps a refresh of space could also help to refresh his mind, collect his thoughts somewhere more useful. then he looks to sizhui with an unreadable expression and nods shortly.]
I won't make myself a nuisance here. [not that sizhui would expect that of him.] As a matter of fact, should you need me for something, I shall see if it is within my capacity to help.
[both with regards to his willingness and his ability.]
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