CHULANE
why do things happen with no reason or rhyme?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
He stared at the food that appeared before him much like he stared at everything in recent days: with a bland vacancy. He barely twitched as it slid into view before him, the alluring scents doing nothing to stir his appetite.
He glanced up at the one who had delivered the food, and winces - at least it's a change to the otherwise dreary expression he's wearing. Loren, who'd greeted him upon his entrance to the land. He'd been there that night they all celebrated in the middle of Longnight too, flirting and laughing with Weaver. Chuy had meant to find him after the disaster had struck, to try and help, but the healer was out of his reach, their relationship never quite moving from acquaintances to friends…
But Loren had been there, at the end. He had known Kia, had been witness to her final moments. In truth, Chuy wanted nothing more than to talk about it, to learn every single insignificant detail, that he might know exactly what happened - that he might stop blaming himself for being too weak to go with her, to be the one who fell instead of the one left behind, with a loss heavier than anything he'd had to bear before.
Automatically his hand moved to rest gently on the little luxere's head, his movements slow, as if controlled remotely, by a being who wasn't him. On second glance to Loren, he took in more of the man; the scars, the blemishes that would serve as a reminder of what he went through. "I hear they're calling you Firebrand now." He commented softly, in a voice that sounded foreign to his own ears. It was as much an invitation as he could muster, as he took another swig of his cider, not quite ready to face up to the more solid foodstuff before him yet.
He glanced up at the one who had delivered the food, and winces - at least it's a change to the otherwise dreary expression he's wearing. Loren, who'd greeted him upon his entrance to the land. He'd been there that night they all celebrated in the middle of Longnight too, flirting and laughing with Weaver. Chuy had meant to find him after the disaster had struck, to try and help, but the healer was out of his reach, their relationship never quite moving from acquaintances to friends…
But Loren had been there, at the end. He had known Kia, had been witness to her final moments. In truth, Chuy wanted nothing more than to talk about it, to learn every single insignificant detail, that he might know exactly what happened - that he might stop blaming himself for being too weak to go with her, to be the one who fell instead of the one left behind, with a loss heavier than anything he'd had to bear before.
Automatically his hand moved to rest gently on the little luxere's head, his movements slow, as if controlled remotely, by a being who wasn't him. On second glance to Loren, he took in more of the man; the scars, the blemishes that would serve as a reminder of what he went through. "I hear they're calling you Firebrand now." He commented softly, in a voice that sounded foreign to his own ears. It was as much an invitation as he could muster, as he took another swig of his cider, not quite ready to face up to the more solid foodstuff before him yet.
how do we keep going, through the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
