Partner

There are candidates who hope to become Whisper. Big hearts and big power but it's all flash and glam and at times Whisper has to tell them to their faces that they will not take over because of the issue with candidates going mad.

I like Whisper, I do. But he dies, there's no helping him. Even if the people could stop the disease.

Ehm... this may be the only update for today. As the rest of my day is working and then coming home, eating and sleeping due to having to get up at an even earlier hour tomorrow. I almost wish I could say it was planned... but I'm not evil enough to actually plan this out and be like "I'll write this and then make them wait for the sex! fwahahaha"

Anywho.

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There was no Sidhe to add to the program. The female was killed by her abusers before she could be brought in. The abusers were dealt with then and there. Those that had gone had been from that base. They had worked with the Sidhe, alongside them while preparing the garden.

The men had not been merciful. And when that night he was called to be told it was done, he had told Paw. The Sidhe had cried in relief and fallen asleep in his arms.

Mik knew that as he drifted off, he was going to have a long night. He hadn’t given Paw the tea. Paw hadn’t wanted it and Mik hadn’t pressed. Paw, at least, might have a night of quiet. Or quieter.

He dreamed of wood. It was under his back and pulsing with life and the leaves spread out overhead as he giggled with his lover. The two of them were entwined on a branch and in between kisses and caresses they looked up through the leaves and found the one hole left in the overhead. They whispered to one another of times to come, of years when they matured and could come into the open with this relationship. Not that everyone didn’t know, how could their fathers not know?

This old time tree would be theirs. It was almost ready.

Oh Sahhshu.

A sound. Like the scream that happens when a Sidhe is trying to hide themselves from her. She turned towards the sound and took in a quick breath before going down and pressing her forehead against the bark of the old time tree. The other, Sahhshu, stood, but bowed, arms and hands spread far from his body.

Whisper.

The man gave them leave and both Sidhe scrambled up as the man beamed and the girl looked around nervously. She already knew what he was going to say. The kind of news her father would not be happy about.

“This is a good tree. This is a beautiful tree,” Whisper murmured, kneeling to put his hand to the ‘floor’ his fingers traced the pattern in the bark lovingly, “It will make a tribe very happy.”

“Would Whisper grace us with a reading?”

“A reading?” yellow eyes darted up and seemed dazed. Seemed not to understand what he was. What did it cost the male to cover his confusion and to stand and force that power out? Like being caught in euphoria, it rocked through the body and made her shiver, “this tree will make a good home. A strong home. It will live and birth many baby old time trees. Good blood.” Whisper turned away from the couple, “but. This tree does not see you two as leaders here. No.”

She didn’t want to hear. No. No.

“This tree sees another tribe. A tribe who desperately need this tree. Yes. Ah. Right. There it is. There it is. You will both return to your tribes and tell all of your relationship and that I have dictated that you shall be paired. Peace between tribes or Whisper’s wrath will rain down. But this tree, this tree you cannot have. Yes, right says that finding an old time tree means one may take it for one’s tribe. However. Whisper has dictated that this tree, this beauty, will go to another, more needy place.”

“Who?”

“From the north,” was all Whisper said as those eyes turned to her, “Male should leave us. I need speak with the little one alone.”

Sahhshu tensed, about to growl, about to insert his dominance and insist on being there because she was his but he remember who he spoke to and bowed his head, looking to the side, “Of course, Whisper.”

A shift and the male was gone. Lightfoot his tribe was. Cleareyes hers was.

The air through the old time tree’s branches shifted, stirring Whispers long gray hair as he stood, frowning, forgetting what he had been saying, perhaps.

“Too far south,” he murmured to himself, “Girl. Girl is a candidate. But girl isn‘t the one.”

“The one?”

“Heir is male,” Whisper took in a quick breath, eyes darting over her, head to toe and back to her eyes again, “Something very male about eyes of girl,” a jerking step forward and Whisper pulled himself back several, cocking his head to the side as Mik took a breath, “Ah. There is male and there is girl. Come now male.”

Like removing a bur, Whisper plucked gently at Mik and completely removed him from the girl, separating their beings and pulling Mik to himself. Mik felt the ache of bone, saw the nothingness of Whisper’s eyes and yet sensed where girl was. The nothingness swirled around him gently and Whisper felt the gentle plucking of the heir, prickling at the edges of his straining senses.

Something inside the body twinged. Between his shoulder blades was a spot that he knew would begin festering soon, despite what he knew. The skin was peeling, the wound was aching. Clothing only chaffed the area more and he was fighting off the infections and disease as best he could but there was only so much his already stressed body could take.

He had put it off as long as he could. Had passed on two possible heirs waiting for the perfect one to come along and his body was far beyond repair. Other tribes had healers who could ease his pain but after the last one…

No. No more tribes.

“Whisper?” the girl’s voice echoed with something else. A strong presence that pushed the girl aside and replaced her soul with its own, carefully holding the girl together as it spoke.

Whisper forced a breath into his body, forced the air through his barely working heart and focused on the girl once more, “Yes?”

“How to stop dreams?” The girl whispered, a near sob, “never to be gentle sleep again?”

“Oh one,” Whisper sighed, “If Whisper could go to one, Whisper would,” A tentative reach and Whisper found that this one recognised the one he had removed from the girl’s mind. No teaching could happen when that one clung to him. Gently Whisper removed the one, named it Mik and sent it back to it’s body before turning his full attention to the girl.




Mik woke early in the morning, sunlight filtering in through the slit in the curtain. A look at his clock told him that it was actually early and he sighed and turned his head to Paw. The Sidhe was fast asleep with a small smile on his face.

That meant…

Mik slid out of bed, showered and shaved and checked to make certain that Paw was still asleep before he left the apartment and headed to the program building. After spending two weeks in the building, he didn’t really want to go back for a while but this might be important.

Koln was, oddly, already at work.

“What the hell,” Mik muttered, flopping down across from Koln, “are you doing here?”

“Paperwork.”

“I meant, why aren’t you with Essuan?”

“Paperwork,” Koln growled again, flipping a page and filling more information out, “we’ve got the purchase on the tribe but they have to cross our border with their children and that causes some issues unless paperwork is filled out.”

“When the hell-”

“Three days you were asleep,” Koln responded, sighing before taking a drink of his coffee and looking at Mik, “What do you want, Mik?”

“Radiation poisoning.”

“What?”

“What are the signs?”

“Hair and tooth loss, nausea headache, loss of energy. I thought of that as well,” Koln murmured, “peeling fingers and organs turning to liquid can appear to be advance state.”

“Apparently it’s only affecting him because he’s pushed his body too far.”

“What?”

“Whatever it is, it’s not contagious, but he doesn’t want others to know he’s dying, not yet. A healer realised that the damage was far beyond what was fixable and so he won’t be to another tribe. He came far south. Lightfoot and Cleareyes, two tribes. No idea where. Moon was overhead but that doesn’t help.”

“See any stars you recognised?” Koln asked, pulling out a pad of paper to jot it down, “constellations?”

“Only a few stars between the leaves, though I thought I saw the edge of that bit… eh… cliché of the gods?”

“The nebula,” Koln wrote things down, “did you see the ring?”

“No,” the ring being the cluster of stars that one could see the edge of in the south but in the north the whole sky was covered in them, “but isn’t it right by the cliché?”

“It is. If you’re angled a certain way and such and such, there is a thin band of the world where you can see one and not the other.”

“Oh.”

“The band goes right over top of the land Jay bought for us.”

“That would explain the tribe coming from the north and no she’s not the candidate and why he thought it was too far south. But he’s headed north again. If he was looking for candidates, why not come here? Paw is here as well.”

Koln shrugged, “any number of things. Anything else?”

Mik sighed, “He… has the capability of pushing his body far beyond his limits. His heart is barely breathing, there was a pain here and here and it felt like there was a rock here,” making motions to his own body, “between his shoulder blades was where something touched him and that’s when he started getting sick. Hurts when the shirt rubs over the spot and it’s going to start festering soon because he can’t trust anyone else to clean it. He can’t see. But… he can. I didn’t understand that. He saw darkness yet he saw better than anything I’ve ever understood. His mind is going. He barely recalls who or what he is but he forced it out, causing more damage, so that he could speak and make it clear.”

“Kidney and liver failure, possible gall stones. Do Sidhe have gall bladders?” Koln muttered, jotting things down, “and if it’s possible for you to see over this distance, it’s possible for him to see without his eyes. Lightfoot and Cleareyes you said?”

“Yes.”

“Hm, interesting, after I’m done paperwork, I’ll look into it.”

“Do you want help with the paperwork?”

“Why aren’t you at home sexing Paw up?”

“What?”

Koln glanced up, “the others are all rubbing hands on things and whining about the smell. I would think that the fastest way to get rid of the smell of others is to have sex on every piece of furniture in the place. If it were me I’d still be there…”

“We had an incident last night. You know that.”

“Well. Yes. But this morning isn’t last night and with the way the Sidhe seem to work… Paw will act as if nothing happened. So… why aren’t you sexing up your lover?”

“Because…” Mik muttered.

“Take the day off.”

“You have paperwork-”

“I can do this paperwork. If you’re so eager to help, come by tomorrow, if you’re not too busy having the best sex of your life. Now get out of here. Go.”

Grumbling, Mik left the office and made his way back down to the parking garage.


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