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Nodding, Eri gave a bit of a wave as he soon went to work. The night went out fine, but he was a bit distracted in his planning. Getting Rave… being able to actually affect the stoic shadow king… it was something that many people had tried to do but no one had ever had the resources for. Using Sin would make it easier, so much easier, but he knew that he wanted to do this on his own; be able to take him down. Eri had never had any desire or need to do so, but now… now he really wanted to and with ambition, men were dangerous things.

A soft sigh came from the blonde as he turned over in his sleep, ending up almost completely on top of the other man. Sighing softly again, his lips were parted, his hair over one shoulder as it blanketed his back but kept the rest of him in full view. Kalore kept his arms around Monty, snuggling against the warmth that he was already becoming attached to once again. In his sleep, however, a small twitch came from him as the peaceful sleep was beginning to crack. Groaning softly, he shifted slightly as a hand went to his head. It hurt… it was beginning to really hurt.

Whimpering softly, Kalore was clutching his head as he tried to listen to the soothing sounds from Monty but it was impossible with the noise that was in his head. What was going on? Kalore had felt withdraws before but they were just slight; some nausea, throwing up every now and then, and a slight headache. This wasn’t a slight headache, but one that hurt like hell. Groaning again, he turned on his side, almost moving away from the demon as his body curled into itself. There was a pounding between his ears, the sound and feeling causing him to clutch his hair tightly, gritting his teeth. Another whimper came from his lips, his breath speeding as his eyes watered. It hurt… it hurt so bad.

In the castle, Dusk was in bed while Rave was looking through some things. He knew that Kyoshi was with her, having made sure that he checked up on them - - needing to make sure that the princess was still in the castle - - and would watch the woman but there were still so many things that needed to be done. Every time that he looked down, however, he would look up; swearing that he had seen something. Frowning a bit, the man began to walk around the study that he had acquired, glancing around once more. What was there? He could smell something, almost like flowers, but…. It was a familiar smell. He didn’t know that the smell was coming from over one hundred miles away, a man sitting in the reclining chair, grinning as he began the torment of Rave.

Another whimper came from him as Kalore instantly latched onto Monty. Burying his head into his chest, the man was gasping and groaning in pain as he felt his stomach begin to shift and fight him as well. Shaking his head over and over, his nails were digging into the other’s chest as a tear began to slide down his cheek, followed by more. It wasn’t that he wanted to cry, but it just hurt so damn much. The whimpers were gone as he began to gasp and mewl in pain, the sound so different from the ones typically heard from the elf. The pain wasn’t getting better, though, but was getting worse. Much, much worse.

The smell was beginning to become overwhelming as Rave just left the room, shaking his head. Groaning softly, he ran a hand through his hair, frowning. What was it that he smelled? It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to the smells and sounds of the castle, having lived in it for a long time, but this was something different. He recognized it but…

His eyes widened as he realized just where it was that he had smelled the fragrance of those flowers before. Isabelle, the woman that he had taken up as his fiancée, always had worked in the gardens. That was the smell that she would bring to him every time he would wrap his arms around the woman. The memory caught him off-guard as he quickly moved away from the room. There was no reason for him to be thinking of the woman that had first had his heart. Now he had Gambler, the woman that he loved but hadn’t seen in so long… maybe he would call her. Yeah, that’s what he needed. Rave had been working hard with Dusk and the others. He needed a break.

It took just moments before Kalore was hugging the toilet, vomiting the contents of his stomach into the bowl. He groaned again, closing his eyes tightly as he whimpered, but the sound was cut off by another wave of nausea. Throwing up once more, his hair was a mess around him as he struggled just a bit to make sure that it didn’t get in the way but soon gave up as he was now dry heaving; the feeling disgusting and painful as he clutched the toilet, gasping again. This hurt…. This hurt so damn badly.

Jumping just slightly, rave blinked before he glanced down at his phone. In the past few months, he hadn’t heard much from anyone. It had bothered him at first, especially when he couldn’t get a hold of gambler, but then it got to where he was so involved in the work here that he never even noticed. Now that he looked at the device, however, a small smile was on his features. Answering it, he went into another room, shutting the door as he spoke, “Gambler… you are back?”

When Gambler’s words came in a storm of syllables, the man could only smile at the image of her that was in his mind. He had been working himself to the bone, as she had so eloquently put it, but it wasn’t exactly intentional. Someone had to do the work here and Dusk knew what it was but she wasn’t good enough yet to do it. So, rave was once again being the savoir of his people… it was beginning to become a bit tiring but it wasn’t like he was going to admit that to her.

“I’m fine, my love, simply missing you beside me. As for my working… I have been busy, yes, but not working too much. Dusk and Kyoshi are both here and doing fine. We expect to be able to open trades in a few weeks or so. What of you? How have you been, Gambler?” When they had parted, Rave had spoken, still eloquently, but nowhere near as much as he had when he had first joined. Being back in his home… it had brought him back to his proper self. He had to admit that he had missed it.

Kalore barely even noticed that the other was gone as he could only feel the hell of his body laving him, getting to the point that all that was there was the sharp pain in his chest. Tears back on his cheeks, he was shaking his head, “I-It hurts… Goddess, it hurts…” Whimpering again, he was dry heaving, nothing coming up but his body still clenched and tearing itself up. Withdraws had never been like this before… just how badly had he been drugged this time? Just how much damage had Eri done to him? The attack lasted for minutes before Kalore was left, panting, as he hung his head against the toilet again, coughing the rest out.

Frowning slightly, Rave sighed, “We’re fine here, but…” He smiled just a small bit as he glanced around, checking to see and hear what it was that was going on around him. Seeing that it was fine, shadows surrounded him and he soon was bedside the woman, kissing her cheek, “You sound worn out.” Closing the phone, rave tilted his head to the side as he continued to watch the other, raising a brow at the woman that he loved but hadn’t seen in… a long time. “I missed you.”

Kalore was against Monty, whimpering and panicking as he was trying to figure out just how much Eri had put into his system. At first the man’s words didn’t work but soon he was glancing over at him, his eyes wet with tears but a confused look on his face. “What… what are you saying?” In the back of his mind, Kalore knew what it was that the demon was doing. IF Kalore was distracted then that would help make the pain go away. If it would last or not, though… that was something that he wasn’t going to mention or even think of. His mind had a bad way of going with the negatives instead of the positives.

The phone was easily caught as the man chuckled at her, bringing her close to him once more. Rave nuzzled her cheek as he nodded some, “I’m not surprised, actually. I expected some form of reaction from you.” He continued to smile as he kept her close to him, kissing and hugging Gambler. He had missed her more than he had ever thought that he would miss someone. No… there was someone that he had missed more… but no, he couldn’t think of her. Just thinking of her beautiful chestnut hair… it brought the scent back to him and he brought gambler closer, burying his face into her hair. He couldn’t think of her… no, he just couldn’t.

Something didn’t seem right with what it was that the other had said, but he simply blinked before he shook his head, “No… No need…” Spells and Monty? Didn’t he hate things like that? Kalore was sure that he did, but what else could it be? There wasn’t much else out there that the other would say to him at a time like this; or at least, nothing that he could think of. Maybe he would think of it later on but at the same time… maybe not. Smiling just barely, he held Monty close before his eyes widened and he had to push him away, over the toilet again as he threw up more. Apparently his stomach still had some content to it. Kalore simply cursed; miserable and in pain but without any way to fix it. Not for a long time, at least.

Kalore knew that he needed to drink something but his body was already preparing to attack him if he even thought of drinking or eating anything. Whimpering, he shook his head; the movement too quick for his body to handle. He gripped the toilet tighter as he closed his eyes, “N-No water.” Kalore did know that it was something that he needed but he just couldn’t take it; not now. More than likely not for a while. Finally he was able to simply collapse against the demon, his upper body on the man’s lap as he bit his lip gently, groaning again. Maybe Kalore himself should kick Eri’s a**… it would definitely be worth it. He just needed to be able to move for that to happen.

“As have you.” Tracing one of the new scars, Rave sighed softly before he leaned down and kissed her lovingly, thankful to have her back but… still. “I will eat something if you do as well.” He could tell that she hadn’t been taking the best care of herself and that needed to change. Rave wanted Gambler to be okay, to be healthy. Not that he was the best example to follow but he tried to take care of himself, really, he did. Touching her hand, he kept her close as he smiled, just barely, at the woman that he loved. “Where did you go, Gambler?”