From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
”Fine.” There was nothing but exhaustion in Loren’s voice. Seeing as he was stuck in this pit there was effectively nothing he could do to get away from Remi if the other man was determined to remain here. But even as the alchemist nuzzled up against the Launceleyn, there was no response from him. Just because the other man thought there was something here for him didn’t mean the summoner needed to give the alchemist anything. Remi would figure it out eventually: Loren wasn’t going to be able to offer anything besides his skills and information ever again. No conversation, no friendship, no affection. Certainly no love.
hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
It was a dark and troublesome thing to be loved and left yet again, by the same man, in nearly the same way. The marked difference was that of course Loren was here in all the normal ways, but he wasn't. He very much wasn't.
In the minutes and hours to come, the alchemist would worry and wonder over and over just what had happened. How the summoner had promised a fresh start on his life, had finally put to rest all that had been left unclear about the past, only to withdraw ever further. Did you do this intentionally, Remi wanted to ask as the pair both pretended to sleep that night. Did you tell me, so you would have a reason to push me away? Was it even true? It truly was a black sort of love that tended towards cruelty rather than discomfort. The alchemist had already showed he could take pain and still forgive. Though Loren—his body at least—had demonstrated its ability to withstand pain, perhaps other parts hadn't.
But Remi didn't know and with the Launceleyn's utter retreat, there was nothing to do but wonder what it was that had gone wrong.
And so breaking away from the Launceleyn when the alchemist worried that the utter stiffness of the man's body was going to leave real tension in his muscles, the alchemist shifted into a raccoon form to press his nose softly against the summoner's. As a small beast he'd stay, unobtrusive and out of the way, until the fae came to let the summoner out of the pit.
~FIN
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
