Partner

Jay, back when he first met Mik said something like “Ayato has not been back since you made moving machines” and he hasn’t been. Mik and Paw are not Ayato and Rava. The pair (which if we were delving into literature of the world would be referred to as the Lovers) are usually reborn with a strong connection to one another. While Mik and Paw fit the basic stereotype, it would seem, of Ayato and Rava, they lack the fundamentals. The power that is had from birth and the weapons training to protect the power. Although… it has been in a lifetime or two, that Ayato was born and wielded a weapon himself.

Although… Mik and Paw do seem the type of pair that the gods would watch and barter and trade over to get what they want. Given the fact that Rahl-ta now sits on the throne of the gods, he can’t actually enter reality. And if Illuva is walking the world, no one would know. De tends not to let his presence be known either, as it tends to cause… problems. I’m not saying they are playing another game with pieces and wagering who will win, who will lose and what the outcome will be.

I highly doubt that’s happening, as there is no game master. But IF the gods were doing something, they would be, sadly, working in mysterious ways.

Though if Mik goes against what Illuva wants one too many times she is the type to walk in, smack him with a foam bat and lecture him for an hour and a half on being dense and why is he doing this when she clearly wanted him to do that? But… don’t think she’ll reveal herself.

Monday night there was no update because I was doing a different kind of writing. Just a little thought I had that I’m hoping you all will enjoy once I get it up. And with that different kind… I’d like to say that I am considering doing a Koln/Souse one shot.

But you’ll have to wait to get your hands on it.

This is shorter because I have to run for a class least I be late and if I don't update now, you won't get another update until tomorrow morning. At least. Might not be until tomorrow night.

Yeah, my life's like that now.

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He knew it was a dream. Knew that he was sleeping and knew that he had been tugged or pulled along by accident.

Whisper stood on a small jutting of rock, a naturally occurring stage. His hair was loose, his clothing tattered and he was far too thin. There was no smell, as there was no body for Mik to share, but the man could feel the rot flowing off of Whisper. The once clear eyes were clouded, marking him as truly blind. Lips cracked, nails broken and hands covered in dirt.

He stood on his rock, in the middle of a level area. The area was not all that large. Trees grew around it, stretched their branches over head and almost succeeded in blocking out the night sky. In amongst the trees, fire flies darted.

Except, it was far too cold for fire flies.

Here and there, across the area, snow had drifted in from the hole above. There wasn’t a cloud over head, but through the small hole, snow drifted downward, slowly falling off of the trees above.

Still the fire flies flitted from one place to another, swirling around the stone but never touching it, or Whisper. As Mik watched, their glowing lights turned from yellow to blue and they began to spin and swirl faster. About branches, around trunks, under his non-existent feet and up and out the gap in the branches.

“So much pain this one feels,” Whisper murmured, “so much remorse and time not able to give advice. At people screaming in terror. So many things are happening and could happen still and yet here Paw is. Brought before this one like a naughty babe.”

Paw materialized. Sort of. He was see through, but his form and shape were there and obviously Paw. As if naming the Sidhe had anchored him to Whisper’s little sanctuary.

“I-”

“Paw has done a great deal of wrong, starting with Paw’s speech. How shall Sidhe understand Paw, if Paw speaks the tongue of people, the propers and the pronouns. Who of Sidhe can understand such fecal matter? If Sidhe cannot understand Paw, then Paw has no use to Sidhe. Paw may as well be people. No Sidhe of gracious upbringing would be caught speaking and acting in such ways.”

“Not people.”

“Then act appropriately. Sidhe is not people. People and Sidhe cannot change places so easily. Paw. Is Sidhe. Mik. Is people. Allow Mik to be Mik and Paw must be Paw. Paw will abide by leader’s decisions. Paw will apologise to leader publicly, ask forgiveness for crime.”

“No crime committed.”

“Paw will apologise.” Whisper’s voice rang out over the area and made Paw cringe at the volume and the reprimanding tone in the older Sidhe’s voice. “Then Paw will go to Mik and make right. Paw will speak as Sidhe speak and act as Sidhe act, or Paw will do neither ever again.”

Fear tinged Mik’s perception. He could have been wrong, given the fact that this was about something he was nearly completely unfamiliar with, but he was fairly certain that Whisper had just threatened Paw’s life.

“Now leave.”

Paw whimpered and disappeared. Whisper sighed out, heavy and long. The Sidhe’s head turned towards Mik and the male groped towards Mik, not understanding what this abnormality was.

“Ah, Mik. Root of certain plant can give male short time power like when male was young,” Whisper shook his head, placed two fingers on his temple as if in pain, “but hard payment. Go now, before Mik is stuck outside body and Paw realises that Mik asked Whisper to speak. Go.”

An instant later, Mik was awake, leaping up from his bed and spinning around, trying to get rid of the disorientation. Sleeping, he had been sleeping and dreaming and now he was awake and now he was back home. In his own room, in his own bed.

That didn’t exactly help the fact that he swore that he saw a little blue fire fly scuttle under the bed. Mik got down on his hands and knees and flipped the blankets up quickly, finding nothing there but a bit of dust. The man stood, ran his hands through his hair and wondered if he was going mad. He flipped the blanket back down and shuffled out of the room.

Taln was up, making coffee and getting ready for his shift of watching Valeasan news channels and such. The younger man looked at Mik, then pulled a second coffee cup from the cupboard.

“Other guys are wondering why you don’t have to do the channel surfing,” Taln murmured, “wondering who besides Paw you’re fucking. I keep telling them no one but they don’t believe me.”

“They’ve had me doing a crazy amount of paperwork and reading manuals on leadership stuff. I think Mari’s going to expand more and she wants us to be ready. More leaders kind of thing. But I don’t know why they chose me.”

“Sidhe trust you.”

“Why not Edno? He has like … thirty years more experience than I do. He’s also had leadership experience.”

“Uh. Sidhe like Edno, they don’t exactly trust him,” Taln responded, pouring coffee into the two mugs, “so while they boys will be choking on their own tongues when Mari announces that you’re one of these leader people things,” the younger man shrugged, “what can they do? Talk behind your back and have the original tribe find out that the people don’t like you? Please. The Sidhe would rather remove their own partners, than to remove you. What with being a part of the tribe and all.”

Mik scratched the back of his neck and accepted the coffee cup Taln offered to him, “I see your point, but in the long run. I’m not exactly leadership material.” Taln scoffed at him and Mik frowned, “seriously. No experience doing it, no desire to do it, my tests said I had no ability in leadership and thus I shall remain the lowest rung of any military operation.”

“Mine said I’d commit suicide within a week,” Taln responded to Mik, “they took bets on it. Military tests can be wrong.”

“Yeah. But. There are better choices.”


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