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Forward dated to After The Water Event because something something something

Who: Cassian (Now as one person) and Amberdrake
Where: Attleton, at Drake's office
Why: We've all learned an important life lesson about punching tigers.

So... returning to one body was actually a lot less painful than one would imagine. Rather it sort of happened while both halves were asleep.

The painful part, on top of clashing memories, was the insane amount of physical damage. All of it. Just all the physical damage ever. Is his jaw broken? Shit there's holes in him too holy fuck how did those get there- Oh his ribs were broken again.

... Welp.

There was always Drake, but as Cassian recalled... Drake didn't much care for Everglade. And he really didn't need this to be more trouble than it already was.

Which was why, a good... hour or more later, Amberdrake would get a visitor.

In Attleton.

In a very thick obscuring cloak, not that it'd matter due to the fact that one of them was an empath and the other one was walking around with like more than three broken bones at a time.

Not even a voiced answer to alert or greet him, just a text-

I've cocked some things up

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If he noticed that, he gave no indication of it.

At first, at least. Instead he leaned on Tannusen's shoulder again, watching the door more than anything else.

"Well good, least she has somewhere to stay."

And now it seems they've run out of things to talk about.

Tannusen had plenty to talk about, he just wasn't as good at it while he was so distracted!

"I'd... like to see if just having a cantrip on you causes that dizziness," he suggested, finally. "Casting Oakenshield on you would be a mistake if it does, since it lasts until it soaks all the damage it can handle. The one you kept shooting predated my even coming here."

"Tell ye what, that's impressive right there. Wish I had a spell that lasted that long." He stretched, but refused to let go of the hand he'd grabbed.

Gonna keep a hold of that.

"Alright, no time like the present then."

Tannusen's hand was dragged along for the stretch, and the Fae gave Cassian a suspicious look. He had to be doing this on purpose, didn't he? Who kept hold of a hand for a stretch?

Not that the tiger was complaining; far from it. If Cassian kept hold of his hand of his own volition, it meant he wasn't sick of Tannusen's company yet. Win-win!

Of course, now he had to figure out a cantrip that would stick to a human without having to enchant him, first. Something that wasn't Oakenshield, which would be the perfect candidate if it wasn't for the possible ramifications.

Well, there was always the glowing spell! That seemed like it would work best, so Tannusen cast it. No bunk, but he didn't need it to do much, just exist temporarily.

Cassian wouldn't even see that he was chimerically as bright as a lantern for the next half-hour or so. Tannusen had to squint, though.

"Alright, it's done. Anything?"

Yes. Yes he is doing this on purpose, and though the look was a momentary one, that was definitely a smug ass smirk sent in Tannusen's direction. Not gonna let go of this hand. This hand belongs to him now.

No, he is not done with spending time with Tannusen, thanks. He'll happily hang out in this tiny office with him longer.

Of course, without being enchanted, he had no idea what was going on, so when Tannusen informed him that the spell was finished, he looked at his hands, looked around the room, and then looked back at Tannusen, looking confused and vaguely annoyed.

"... Anythin' what?"

"Are you dizzy?" Tannusen clarified, amused. And yes, still squinting. "I know you can't see the spell, that's the point. You're not Enchanted, so most Fae things can't effect you at all. What can, you won't even see."

"Nae, don't feel a thing, actually." Felt completely normal. It was interesting to watch Tannusen squint for apparently no reason though.

"What did ye do?"

"Willow Light," the tiger continued to squint, because that was the spell he'd used on that rock they'd taken into the crypt with them. "One of the only things I know how to do that would have an effect not reliant on you being Enchanted. I didn't put much work into it, though, so it should only last a half hour or so."

Sorry Cassian, you're a human-sized lantern, now! Tannusen gave up on squinting and just shut his eyes; a pretty trusting thing for someone like him to do.

"Most of my spells are based around escape and defense, in that order. Not so useful for a test."

"The thing ye put on that rock once? Well that explains the look you're givin' me." At least he'll only be a human rave stick for a half an hour, then. He'll have to deal with being a torch on another plane.

"Just so long as ye don't enchant the whole club when we walk out of here I'm fine with that." He doesn't need more attention, thanks.

Tannusen shut his eyes to avoid the light, and Cassian got comfortable just leaning on him again. That's how he'll thank Tannusen.

Physical contant.

"That would be pretty funny," Tannusen admitted, "but no. I'm trying not to make you a dizzy mess."

See, he's thoughtful. A real keeper.

"I didn't get to ask you, before... what was with you chopping off your hair?" It may have seemed like a random topic change to Cassian, but it was pretty relevant to Tannusen right now considering the guy was glowing bright enough Tannu could easily read by it in the otherwise dim little room.

"Well that and my new friend out there will find me easier." And Cassian wasn't kidding about hurting him either. Not even a little bit.

"Hm? ... Oh. Ye mean the other side of me. Twas considered more pious then to keep your hair short. Long hair was a sign of pride, ye see. Keep it long, takes more to take care of it, shows you're too invested in your looks, so on, so forth.

Father always taught me to keep it short when I was with him. 'Spose it was just bein' proper, what that was. Used to be pretty important to me."

"Like I care about Bryant... he steps out of line again, I'm letting Tektite eat him. You're not the first guy he's harassed, and I really don't put up with that."

At all.

Consent was important to Tannusen, who'd have thought it?

He cracked his eyes open just a little tiny bit, so he could snag a bit of Cassian's hair with his free hand, playing with it between his fingers. It was thick and stiff and coarse, but he still liked it.

"Is that why your accent went into hiding, too? Uniformity?"

"I was just gonna bury a knife in his upper thigh but gettin' eaten sounds just as fine to me."

Fuck Bryant, no one likes that asshole.

He tilted his head a little into his hand as Tannusen reached to casually play with a lock of his hair. Thick, stiff and coarse indeed, just like grabbing the mane of a horse. He was just happy Tannusen enjoyed it rather than suggesting, like others had, that he just lop the whole mess off.

"Aye. Back then... and for a long time, soundin' Irish was a sure sign of bein' uneducated. Brits stamped out our language too, tis a dead one now, only spoken in song and in books than in actual real life conversations. Father taught me how to bury it so I wouldn't be harassed for it."

Tannusen wasn't human; he often enjoyed things that 'normal' people turned their noses up at. Pooka were all like that, more than any other kind of Fae. After all, they were different than even their own species, and snubbed for it accordingly. Why should Tannusen let the average dictate his tastes?

"Well, I like your long hair, and I like your accent. It was weird, seeing and hearing their absence suddenly like that," he kept playing with Cassian's hair, running his fingers through it and twining a lock around his knuckles. "Is that the language you curse in?"

It was just nice, that was all. Not having to deal with someone making yet another comment about his hair, of all things. Ted still needed a solid fist in the face for even calling it effeminate.

"Aye, Gaelic. I was raised speakin' it. English is actually me second language, Latin's me third, speak that fluently too, how's that for a dead language.

Twas still popular when I was twenty six after all."

"Yeah, but there's still little crumbs and scraps of Latin kicking around, depending on the company you keep," Tannusen showed no sign of growing bored of playing with Cassian's hair, effeminate or otherwise. His own wasn't nearly as thick!

"Isaac knew some Latin, but I'd never heard Gaelic before. I suppose you must miss being understood in it."

"Oh there's plenty that still speak it. Some angels what who haven't left heaven in a time still default to Latin when they speak." Look, Tannusen, he knows your hair is in better condition than his. He'd be surprised to learn you're so interested in his hair.

"It was nice, to be able to speak in it. Things turned rather nasty if ye were caught chattin' in it in public though."

Tannusen spent a good thirty seconds or so trying to imagine Takeda speaking in Latin...

And he failed. Really badly. It just didn't line up!

"Well, if you're ever feeling masochistic enough to want to teach Gaelic, I'm sure there's people on this world who would be interested," the tiger finally replied, once he got that weird mental image out of his head. "Trahearne, for one. He's a huge nerd."

"I can barely tolerate teachin' these idjits how to not kill themselves when this place does somethin' stupid. Ain't none of them going to be interested in learnin' a language no one really speaks anymore. Especially not from me.

I'll teach the tree and that's it."

Tannusen laughed at that, but didn't argue with any of it. Instead, he lifted a lock of Cassian's hair to his lips, and gave it a kiss.

He was very fond of this cranky old man of a human!

"So... you got along with your parents?" A weird topic, but he couldn't help it. Cassian had mentioned both of his parents during this chat, and Tannusen could barely wrap his brain around it whenever someone actually had a relationship with a parent. One that wasn't toxic fucking waste, anyway.

The fact that Tannusen can't get enough of his coarse ragged mane will never cease to amaze Cassian, let him just say that. He just shook his head as Tannusen gave one of those rough locks a kiss.

Ted would shit himself.

"Aye, from what I can remember of me mother. She passed when I was seven or so and father took me to the monastery. Had to pretend I wasn't related to him, monks aren't really supposed to go about impregnatin' young witches."

Ted would shit himself over a lot more of this situation than Tannusen putting lips to hair. Just as well neither of them were on speaking terms with the guy...

"I imagine not," Tannusen sighed, well aware that priests probably weren't supposed to make out with anyone, either, especially another man in a gay bar. "Did you get along with him, though?" Or had the guy totally avoided his son out of paranoia?

"I did. He'd come to my room in the morning to greet me, and when I was a child would help me get to sleep at night. Taught me how to read and write, taught me English and Latin. I owe a lot to me father."

There was a long, long pause.

"... Ain't a day goes by I don't miss 'em. Both of 'em. Thought maybe I'd be back with them long before now."

That was so weird... and also... so incredibly sad. Two thousand years of missing anyone was a very, very long time.

Tannusen twisted the hand Cassian still had hold of, so that he could gently squeeze his hand back.

It meant something, to him. That Tannusen would squeeze his hand back. No one would have done the same, from what he's learned of people.

Tannusen was under no obligation to give him any sympathy in the matter.

"I've always hoped maybe, selfishly perhaps, that I'd find one of 'em still wanderin'. That I'd get to ask 'em questions... tell 'em I'm sorry for the times I was difficult when I was a child. Tell 'em both I miss 'em.

... Tell 'em I'm sorry I've cocked everythin' up.

That I won't see 'em when this whole sham is over."

Edited 2017-01-25 07:14 (UTC)

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