Sequel

Holy wow am I sick. It took six hours or so to write this, just because I'd write a paragraph become exhausted and then have to laze for close to an hour before I could write more.

Sick makes me cover a lot of ground, strangely. So here Mm suggests a change to Rel's diet. I'm not certain it will add more weight to him, but who knows.

There's a note in here that confused me. But perhaps that will come clear in the future.

The news woman amused me.

Now I'm going to go crash... so. Possibly no update.

Readm Review and enjoy.




Mm moved Rel to the bed and the food cart was rolled to him. He ate, clearing off the cart, and asked for more, it was immediately delivered to him. He ate until he was full, nearly two carts of food, and then laid down on the bed to nap. A few hours later he woke cold, freezing cold, covered in blankets. He shrugged out of them and ate from the cart that was sitting beside his bed.

Mm rolled the cart away and sat beside Rel. The Sidhe took Rel’s hand in his own and turned it over, so the palm was facing up. Rel stared at his oddly translucent skin. He looked up at Mm, puzzled.

The Sidhe looked at the palm of Rel’s hand for a long moment before meeting Rel’s eyes, “Lel?” the Sidhe made a frustrated sound.

Mm knew what was wrong but didn’t know how to express it. Rel pointed to the television set, “turn it on,” he was surprised at how weak his own voice sounded, “maybe it’s on a show somewhere.”

Brown eyebrows drew down. Mm didn’t think Rel was taking things seriously. The Sidhe pushed the food cart towards Rel, urging him to eat. Rel nibbled, deciding to take any hints he could from the Sidhe, despite his full stomach’s protest.

Mm moved to the television set and poked at the screen in several places before he found the button to turn it on. The Sidhe searched about and found the remote. This he delivered to Rel’s hand as the man pondered how Mm knew to look for the remote.

Rel flicked through and found the medical channels easily enough. The educational shows had been useful when he was growing up. He absorbed the information from them easily and he had little doubts that Mm would have the same experience. He flicked through the menus and the lines until he found the medical equivalent of diabetes. Diabetes had, technically, been cured years before, but there were some cases that managed to slip through the viruses made to cure the disease.

Mm’s head cocked to the side, until the Sidhe saw the end result of one of the types. The wasting away of the body. The Sidhe’s eyes drew down in a frown as the show displayed the chemical make up of the virus used on that specific person. So few cases arose that there were not a multitude of examples.

Not left living, anyhow.

The Sidhe shook his head, walked to the whiteboard and scrawled out the chemical compound in black before taking green and circling, underlining and scratching out several pieces. Mm was fixing the virus. After a glance? Was that possible?

Rel’s stomach growled.

The man frowned and looked down, then at the food. Suddenly he was starving. He helped himself to the food on the cart as a medical mysteries show came on. Metabolic diseases, one of the few things that was nearly impossible to control through genetics. It wasn’t just genes, it wasn’t just blood, a person could live for decades with no ill effect and suddenly become anaemic, lose weight, gain weight, to no explanation that any doctor could give.

Mm watched this and pointed out one person who seemed to share Rel’s attributes. Of course, the person had gone mad from it, the constant eating, the constant need for fuel had driven the woman mad. She nattered about gods and daemon and magic, she spent her days, a wasted skeleton, staring out the window of her psych ward, not enough of her mind left after the drugs had done their work.

“Yay, going mad,” Rel growled at Mm as he finished off the cart.

Mm huffed out a breath and snatched the controller from Rel. The Sidhe studied the buttons and began jabbing numbers until the television set flickered to another channel. Pornography. Lovely.

The Sidhe’s head cocked to the side, swirling eyes studied the position taken up and lips twitched at the sound the woman was making. Mm’s mouth hung open, surprised. Rel growled at the Sidhe and snatched the remote from Mm, switching the television to the news station.

“-in the slew of unexplained deaths. The death toll has jumped to fourteen and the authorities still have no explanation as to the possible cause of these deaths. The military denies having any secret weapons but agrees whole heartedly that these men and women all have connections to organized crime and the more their pasts are delved into, the darker it seems to get. Ten of the victims have been traced back to what has come to be known as The Farm.” images flashed and Rel’s skin prickled. Mm watched silently as pictures of his home were flickered across the screen. “No word yet as to whether or not the Sidhe will take claim over these deaths, but I am certain that I am not the only one to say that… I would not blame them.”

“In other…” the reporter frowned, her eyes moving back and forth as she listened to whatever was being fed to her via her ear bud, “this just in, the ambassador of the Sidhe and the newly public Whisper. Whisper was wounded in the shoot out that took place and was in shock, but has since been reported to be stable and doing alright. A suspect is in custody and the military is pairing up with the police force to search through drone records for the shooters and the terrorist group that is calling themselves Ayato Aniege.

“No word yet as to whether or not the Illuen will take a stand with or against this Ayato Aniege. The government had already issued a statement, saying that they will not bend to demands and that the terrorist group will not succeed in derailing the right movements of the Sidhe through childish and violent actions.

“Considering the recent slew of deaths, if the Sidhe are behind them, then the Ayato Aniege are no doubt painting a target on their backs. The Sidhe have made it very clear that they will not stand for violence against their race and violence against their religious leader will no doubt be reciprocated with more violence. May the gods have mercy on the souls of those who dare to harm a Whisper.”

The news cast cut to commercial.

“Lel?”

“Mm?”

“Eh… Whisen… eh…” Whisen was an old, old word for Whisper, “wooded?”

“Wounded…” Rel clutched his arm and pretended to be hurt.

Mm looked horrified, “shoo oooow?”

Rel made a gun with his hand and the sound of a shot. Mm’s eyes grew wide, his mouth hung open. The Sidhe’s mouth worked as Mm’s mind stumbled over the idea.

In myth and legend Whisper was the highest of the high, no one was ever foolish enough to try to hurt a Whisper because he was untouchable. The entire village system was made to protect Whisper and, should the village have one, the healer. Sidhe seemed to listen to Whisper, the entire lot of them declared war on the people at Whisper’s urging.

“Pehpples shoo … eh…”

“At.”

“Ahhht Whisen? Wooded Whisen?”

“Yes.”

Mm’s mouth hung open. The Sidhe turned to the cart and rolled it to the door for something to do as Rel shut off the television. Mm returned a moment later with another cart, full of food, which he nibbled on as Rel ate heartily. Mm waited until Rel was finished eating before attempting conversation.

“Lel?”

“Mm?” Rel wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked at Mm.

“Lel… no pehpples. No.”

Rel almost laughed at the obscenity of it, “then what am I?”

Mm looked around puzzled, as if searching for the answer, “Lel… ehm… caht.”

“Cat?”

“C is for Cat. Lel is cat,” Mm reached out and stroked Rel’s head. A frown creased Mm’s brow. Rel could tell that Mm was chasing a thought, “cat,” Mm made a motion towards his mouth.

“Eat?”

“Cat ehhate…” Mm made an upset hand motion and searched over the food cart, the Sidhe plucked up one of the turned aside greens that Rel had picked out of the salad. Mm held the green out to Rel.

The only green that Rel ate was the basic lettuce that came in most salads. He avoided everything else, they all tasted funny.

Rel sighed and opened his mouth. Mm pushed the leaf into Rel’s mouth and Rel chewed, grimacing at the taste. Like grass. Unfortunately he knew what grass tasted like, it was one of the many reasons he didn’t eat the other greens. Rel chewed and gave Mm a face.

The Sidhe leaned over and pressed his lips against Rel’s cheek. A perfectly chaste, perfectly innocent peck.

Rel turned towards Mm, startled. The taste of Rahl-ta’s lips shuddered through his mind. Rel didn’t think anyone could kiss like that and had to prove to himself that it was a dream. Despite the sore ass, it was a dream.

Mm puzzled at Rel and moved to pull away as Rel moved forward. Rel wrapped an arm around Mm’s neck and pulled the Sidhe close, grazing his lips over Mm’s. The tingle it sent through Rel’s lips made the man press his lips tight against Mm’s lips. Rel shuddered and shifted closer to Mm, feeling the warmth of another body where his seemed to produce none.

The Sidhe very carefully detached Rel. Mm shuddered out a breath and then gave his head a slow shake.

“Why no? You had sex with me and-”

Mm placed a finger over Rel’s mouth. The Sidhe motioned to his chest and then to Rel’s chest. Between them, Mm spiralled his finger around, as if trying to join them.

Was that the Sidhe equivalent of asking on a date? Was he travelling through Sidhe cultural grounds?

“Ehm… I… I don’t…” he wanted another kiss, desperately wanted a kiss and caressing and touching, “we can’t…” he motioned between their lips.

Mm chewed his bottom lip for a moment then shook his head.

“But we can-” Rel made a hand motion for sex.

Mm looked at that and with regret, shook his head again. Mm had learned his lesson after the first time.

“Well what the hell can we do? What’s the point of,” Rel spun his finger between himself and Mm, “if you can’t have any fun?”

Mm tapped his temple and reached out, touching Rel’s temple gently. The meaning was strangely clear. The point of this kind of courtship was to join the minds, to find common ground between the two of them and become a couple. To understand each others’ personalities before they had sex.

Rel backed up his thoughts. Could Sidhe have loose sex?

“Damn I could use comfort,” Rel muttered. His stomach was full and he was getting sleepy. The man laid back on the bed and yawned, “it might make my dreams quieter…”


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