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 Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:40 am
Shiana touched her face as well, in vague shock; tears were pooling in her eyes, falling down her cheeks, and yet the grief prompting them was not hers, but she could not listen to the echoes of Eliade's sorrow without being moved. She sank down to her knees, her lips trembling as she fought to control that sorrow, to gain some separation and sense between herself and the deity she now bore.
-Gratitude, Lament, Eliade's voice came a few moments later, whisper-thin, like a damp rag that had been wrung out. It is well to find... faces here, once known...
Shiana swallowed, hard, as the lump in her throat faded and the tears at last ebbed. "Thank you," she managed, her voice a little raw from the effort of holding in that grief. "I... Eliade thanks you..." Her words felt so flat and empty compared to the deity's voice in her mind. "I feel rather silly," she admitted, after a moment. She'd been dragged into this scene that she felt she had no part in...
Thou art mine, Eliade said, firmly, dispelling some of that awkward, cringing feeling. And you shall not always have to speak for me - only now, when I am weak...
Zhi whispered more words, and the asari nodded, looking up at the gods around her. "Eliade is grateful for your reassurance a-and your kindness. It is good to find oneself around friends, zhi says..."
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 8:52 pm
 Taj knelt down beside her as she broke into tears. He had not understood that this would happen, but he was glad they were here for them both. He now understood who this was and the myriad of shapes that he had seen but misinterpreted, rather just could not understand. < Shifting of shapes, ever elusive, unless wanting to be found. The Transmigrant Breath constantly changes and is always welcome to the Cat and family. >
Taj grinned slightly as he offered her a hand to help her up. It would be more comfortable for her if she were sitting in a chair rather than on her knees.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 1:51 pm
 "Do not." The feeling had needed to come out, and it mattered little if it was hers or Eliade at this point. They were more or less one for the time being.
Tajne already went for Shiana, and Akakios nodded. "We should settle Shiana in the garden. She needs food and drink." He could tend to that, and leave host and deity in his lovers' care for the time being.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:35 pm
"You are indeed among friends, both of you." No doubt host and deity were tightly twined, if she had been so moved by zhi's grief. "I agree." She answered Akakios as he turned to leave. In the garden at least they would all be able to sit together and Shiana and Eliade could finish settling down. "If you need a hand, just ask."She walked with Tajne and Shiana as they headed into the garden. Asedri had been following the conversation, despite not being the one doing most of the speaking. "Eliade is shapeshifting then?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 12:16 pm
Shiana took Tajnevaki's hand when offered, getting to her feet. "Thank you, sir," she murmured. His touch was warm and strange, but there was something oddly familiar in it, that shattered familiarity that resonated in the part of her that was now Eliade. "I - we - thank you." Akakios, too, got a look of gratitude.
We will sit, and you will find stable ground once more, Eliade said, firmly. It was natural that she should be unstable, as she was yet unused to zir nature - shifting was not yet her instinct. Not quite yet.
When the other host addressed her, Shiana nodded. "Yes, zhi is - I do not know entirely what that means. When I ask, everything... well, it changes and moves around in my head." She gave the other host a timid, wry smile. "Which I guess is appropriate, but rather confusing."
That is our nature, Eliade hummed, drawing comfort from the presence of zir fellow deities. Change and confusion both. One begets the other.
She sat down at the next opportunity - was this the bench she'd sat on only a day or so earlier, when Eliade's gem had been so innocently on the tea tray? She wondered at how rapidly everything could change.
O glorious art, o wonder in the unpredictable, Eliade sang, clearly as delighted with the thought as Shiana was uncomfortable with it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 6:06 pm
Taj sat down next to her. < Time will repair and fulfill needs and body. > He had known Eliade, he was certain from the impression he was getting. It simply was not something he could call forward in accurate detail. Perhaps on another day, Mystery would remember more.
< Eras of calamity and confusion have produced for the greatest of minds. The purest metal comes from the hottest furnace. The brightest bolt from the darkest storm. > Everything had two sides to it. The best that could come would rise from the worst. There were always two sides to everything and with unstability came stability. Both would find their footing in time.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:23 pm
Akakios would eventually return, with a tray of tea and some fruits and vegetables. He could fix that much, at least, though that was where his abilities at cooking ended. He had no need to eat, after all, so he had not seen any use for the skill. He prefered to sit back and let the smells hit him, to be honest. It brought back memories of a simpler time, an happier time, where his sister cooked and he had simply sat back and watched.
He would settle the tray on the table and fall back slightly. He seemed perfectly content with letting his lovers carry on with the conversation.((HURR IM SMART))
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:48 pm
"It may take time to get used to things. But it will make sense eventually." Perhaps she and Keme had been rather lucky on that count. They never truly quarreled and had long since settled into their own sort of arrangement. Things were still very strange sometimes, but she had gotten used to it. She moved closer to Akakios once he returned, her hand that lay between them searching for his. Eliade and Shiana would find their own path that suited them both, there was no telling where it would take them but they would find it all the same. Her head came to rest against Lament's shoulder, she was content to let Tajne do the talking for the time being. He was usually better at it, despite cryptic nature of his 'voice'.
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