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 Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:42 pm
...// PRP - Sooner or Later (Part I) Syrie  Knowing that His loyal "guard dog" would not at present be nearby (and as such would not question him further about things that mattered very little now), Endiovar made his way to the largely enclosed circular building with it's airy, open doors, raised platform and lovely fountain that provided a gentle and unobtrusive background noise. It was quite calming, really - and of no wonder why the Crown would chose this spot today - it afforded privacy without entirely alienating all others. A moment to oneself, perhaps.
Endiovar believed Creation would be there, for he had seen Yu leaving the space after having accompanying his Master there...and as of yet, He hadn't taken leave. With soundless steps, he approached; the soft linen of his garments making only the faintest of shushing sounds - at his allowance, of course - as he stepped in. "Greetings, my Lord..." Silence smiled but moved slowly, lest he read the Eldest's wont to be alone this day. "Would you mind company?"Ivynian  He sat at, or rather sprawled laying back from, the edge of the fountain with his feet in the cool water. He lifted up onto elbows, looking back over his shoulder at the sound of the voice, an unusual tone to hear aloud. "'I do not mind. "
"There must be some trouble indeed to call words from silent throats. Is everything alright?"There wasn't any indication of true alarm in his tone, but honest interest. Endiovar spoke more often in his own way rather then that of conventional voice, however pleasant his was. Syrie More curious than concerned, Creation was sprawled most appealingly at the fountain - Endiovar read very clearly the Eldest; no reason for secrecy when one was enjoying such simple pleasures. 'None that I know of.' He hadn't wanted to startle Him, of course, but that was only part of the reason.
Soundless steps and searching eyes brought Endiovar close; he perched lightly on the lip of the fountain near where Creation rested. 'Truthfully, I have been speaking aloud more as of late...many seem discomfitted otherwise.' Conversations with Night, Love, Adi and the small Pooka Enekpe had necessitated his voice get some exercise and though he was far more comfortable with not-speech he'd fallen into the habit of speaking aloud initially.
Endiovar leaned over to remove his sandals before turning to dip his feet into the cool water; etherine wings fluttering just a bit in pleasure. 'Ah, how nice! I see why you are here today, instead of your throne.' Ivynian "A Throne exists no longer, a hopeful encouragement for era of patience and hymn-like peace...that here dwells the approachable and light-handed hand of rule. " For what is there to show of that strong monarchy before? Wonders and dead gods only. Histories fair and gathering dust at the feet of broken shelves and blooded hearts. " Perhaps Knowledge's words echo to me from leaves of my own writing long ago...uncertainties and advice that I only now bow to and hope for fruits to blossom. He may argue that I have not gone far enough. More may come, but first rights must be set the loom. "
"Terribly serious, compared to the pride a an may have in other arts and canvas of gravitas that this studio of artists we find ourselves membership within. "
"Your own works go fairly then?" Syrie 'True, very true...though your rooms have become a substitute-throne now.' He smiled; the more open-rule was something he approved of very much; Gods and Goddesses reborn in this time should find the Twin Crown much more approachable - those enjoying rebirth prior to Gehenna would be slightly more reserved, but hopefully not for long. It was a new time of peace, just as He had said.
'Gianfar's words carry much weight, even those from Before.' He paused, tilting his head slightly, 'Wise is the man that sees his mistakes and takes steps to rectify it, as you are now. What's done is done, my Lord...now we must all look forward. Our futures make for a lovely canvas indeed.'
Endiovar kicked his feet a bit in the water, enjoying the feel against his skin. 'Well enough, yes. Cleaning the Library is slow going, but enjoyable enough with company...and my Forest, ah...well - one day. And what of your works, my Lord? Does all go smoothly for you?' Ivynian "Slow are the labors of these hands, but nearing some hopeful achievements. But that is the usual report, is it not? " He shook his head, Too slow. Every breath taken is one waited for and anticipated, as though no other purpose exists. "Is Revei well....? " It may have been the last time he had seen Silence, in the healing of that ...Lover? that had seemed true enough in the concern of the Silent God at the time. The Question was somewhat out of the blue, but this set of three were not known for being present or accessible to daily gossip among the denizens that took haven at the Pantheon. Syrie 'Yes, yes it is. All things in busy hands and all in good time. But man or God need more than just one pair of hands to finish so many tasks...'
Creation's head shook and Silence sighed; there was something more in the lines of His body than he was saying aloud but he only reached one hand out, gently, to touch in reassurance or empathy or just to touch.
The question about Revei was surprising, but Endiovar just smiled at him, nodding. 'Yes, thank you Lord. Revei is quite well now, thanks to You...shall I give him Your regards?' The Dreamer's Guide would be quite pleased to know that Creation had been asking after him, yes indeed.
Questions of Revei, memories of that healing, brought to mind something else; a playful tilt to his shoulders and chin. 'Have You had many kisses since then, my Lord?' Ivynian "Please, do give my hopes to him..." He shook his head, again, more mirthful this time, for fair was fair that one who dared ask of Love be asked likewise the same. " No, I have not, if it be believed. My time is spent in labour or rest, having taken on mortals, as you may have heard, and panoply of creatures as ...servants. their intentions are pure, I have no doubt. Time spent in teaching of what this place is, what history they can understand, what their hands can do to help rebuild. "
"They are glorious, vibrant glimpses of life and light. But....no kisses, for all of that." He laughed. Syrie 'Of course, I will do so...he will be most pleased to hear it.'
Only fair and presented in a gently teasing manner; Endiovar did not mind the query at all. 'Ah, but surely you deserve some down time yourself, beyond what is taken in a fountain in plain sight? I have heard your new...companions, there is much carried on silence.' Those in Creation's care were less 'servants' and more supplicants, if one were to put a better label on them.
'Sad and strange, that. Who better than You to recieve tokens of love and devotion? Especially with the joy overflowing from your return...or perhaps the only kisses brought to you and set upon hand or feet?' He really did find it strange, even a bit surprising, that none had offered up to pale lips a kiss of love - any type. Only Silence, then - and just once, so long ago! Ivynian "Adoration on sight of me has been more common," he agreed. Or was it admitted? It was not guilty, in either case. "Who better? I should think all of you, those whom have been returned to destiny and duty. "
"Have you come into such adoration yourself, aside that of your close fellows? That of mortals, the the ageless? Have you found hands to help you in your works? Colin was and is ...at once shy and outgoing in his own way...glad of attention as dancers and performers are. Though he was not one to approach soapboxes and lecture great gatherings." Maybe no more then Silence would. A god of silence lecturing at an open hall or at a formal forum was an imagining worth a ironic portrayal in inks or etching. A piece of some deific editorial imagining. Syrie That was as it should be, truly. Were they not brought whole with devotion and adoration? Had Creation not been returned by that selfsame manner? And was that not some form of love? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. All this passed over Endiovar's thoughts quickly, that ready smile already playing his lips growing ever wider.
'Ah, but not all of us cut such an impressive figure! As for myself...what is Silence but the unspoken worship of All? Helping hands? I have, yes. Slowly, very slowly do they come or offer...though many join my 'causes' most readily.' Mention of his host brought a fond expression and warmth - Creation spoke true there, and some of that had passed to Endiovar. An improvement, he felt, that had been necessary and beneficial.
'As he was, I am now - more or less.' He brushed curls from his eyes and looked up thoughtfully, "A soapbox or lecture is far more apt for Gianfar or perhaps Glaucon. This voice would only lull, not excite or entice." 'But then, that has never been my purpose.' Oh what a funny thought! He, Silence, lecturing some grand crowd? The very idea of it in Creation's face and form brought laughter like soft bells. 'Perish the thought, my Lord. I would much rather one-on-one than some grand group speak...though I would certainly do it, if needed!' Ivynian 'Impressive figure'? Or at least one long familiar and long worn. He had changed the seeming often enough in the past, though Destruction was the more likely to be volatile of the face worn. Or the more likely to directly wed his own form to that of his boldly-declared aspects. "You are young yet...and it is not so important a thing at the beginnings of paths, but have you re-established the symbols and icons of your House? " Such things could undergo re-imagining since rebirth, changing heraldry from what once was to what was to come. How should worshipers know the banners or secret symbols that marked the sanctums and footstep paths of quietude? If they sought to follow as penitents after this god when he stepped down from his speeches at podium. Syrie Oh come now, the ever-shifting hues of Creation's hair were quite eye-catching, even without the brightness of a proper sun to illuminate - there were none in the Pantheon that would not have known Him on sight had they vision to see. Briefly he wondered what Colin would have thought to see Harmodius in such a pale-yet-vibrant state, rather than the fire-and-brimstone form of His Destruction aspect.
Likely he would have found it enchanting. He certainly found it pleasing to the eyes.
'I have plans to do so, my Lord, with Revei's aid...but as yet? Nothing beyond the Swan Crest has brought mortals to know me.' Plans to fix the Library and plans to begin on something like a Temple; Knowledge, Dream and Silence together for worship and tithes, adoration...all things that they should have, as deities. 'Had you idea or inspiration in such things, I would be most honored to listen.' Endiovar wasn't putting it forth as a request, simply offering to hear Creation out - sometimes, but definitely not always, when someone mentioned something like that, it was because they had an idea about it.
'I am difficult in that way. Beyond man, woman or child holding finger to lips to shush...there is much that can be misconstrued. And ah, such a wonderously amusing mistake the Greeks made with that one!' He paused, thinking for a moment about previous 'shows' of his station; Zoroastrians and the lovely Towers of Silence, Hindu with their 'Aum/Om' and one of the oldest signs...a nearly closed rose. 'Yes, quite difficult to symbolize something that contains everythi--'
That reminded him of a discussion he'd had with Revei; the God of Dream reminding him that all existence, everything that is - matter, energy...even mysteries were contained within Silence. At least, in some manner - truly only the Twin Crown could claim to touch All, wasn't that so? The blond haired godling worried his lower lip, watching the Eldest beside him calmly despite thoughts racing through his head. Once, Creation had asked him what his purpose was...did He remember? It was akin to asking if he'd claimed symbols, offering to supplicants a means to communicate their devotion to Silence. Ivynian "Everything and yet nothing, containing much with a firm grip akin to held breath, but what fingers at all should grasp and unfold what is held? A bit in All....It is a fine series of explanation and argument, one which you should not fear to offend me with. What better pleasure is there for one who makes a thing, then to hear the critique and contemplations on it from others wise and able? It may be an artist themselves sees not all the meanings or motives of a work compared against their surroundings or themselves. "
"Go on." Syrie Having Creation respond so kindly, so curiously, to his words was encouraging to Endiovar and he stopped worrying his lip to give the Eldest a shy smile. A moment longer to re-order his thoughts and Silence would begin again, haltingly - not from fear but from the difficulty in properly expressing such concepts: with or without words.
'Yes, everything and nothing - all matter, energy and thought held within. Silence is not just the absence of sound, the lack of noise...it - I - am the enveloping force to so much, I feel so much. The Universe contained within...I know this for I felt acutely when Universe was Unmade.' He bowed his head and touched one hand to his chest; the ache caused by the lack of universe was one he felt yet deeply.
'It would not be error to say that Silence serves all gods, cradling Each and All. Purpose found, dear Harmodius.' The blond god laughed softly again, reaching out once more to touch Creation's hand, "Once you asked of my purpose...I believe that I have found it, holding Everything and Nothing, at once." Whether or not this was a true purpose, or just something he and Revei had come up with to make him feel better...well, that had yet to be seen. 'Not critique, but commentary and supposition, my Lord - Once, before All had shape...was there not silence, needing to be filled? Ivynian "A good question. Though in speaking of the Before, then even I was not as I am now. I was neither Harmodius, nor Origin and Gehenna. There was ....for lack of better words...Chaos. It was Nothing and Everything. Infinite Possibility and ending of possibility. There was nothing as you understand it in this from of Being. There wasn't a difference of Silence and Noise. These were possibilities. Ideas, ones and wholly belonging to that...Chaos. You could say it ...Felt. I felt. Needed to bring about a Being of those infinite possibilities, needed to see not just potential but actualized. " Syrie 'Ah, that explains why I would not recall Being during that time.' He nodded, listening as Creation spoke; the subject was endlessly fascinating to him - not only for the historical aspect, but because it was something that added to what he knew - and Gianfar would like that. 'And so there were shapes and forms...and soon, the Firstborne came to be, correct? The Library holds many interesting books with information, I saw some of it before...well, before I went hunting my Forest. The girl, Idhren, she helped direct my search...but there was much distracting information I could not but help skim and read. Though I may not recall it quite accurately.'
He- It felt. The thought of Him there, alone in Nothing...was saddening to Endiovar; he of all the gods understood being alone. Perhaps Sorrow would have known more...but he still got it. 'It must have been terribly lonely Before.' Ivynian  "Well now... " That was something he had not thought about in a long time. Not since the first gifts given to the great host of their children and children's children's children. So Simple....was it lonely Before? "Yes. It was lonely in the Before. As the hollow of the seed was first formed and there We saw before us such perfection, heard such song. Heard Other then Ourselves. We knew Self, as we knew Her. We Became. But Loneliness came in being Without. Pariah...denied and ostracized. Unwanted.""But of what matter should such a thing be? It is a catalyst, a reason, and a method to understand what had come before, but not now. There are Many now. Gods, Servants, kine, chattel, and the dead. What is solitude of Before to this that stands now? That stood the Fade? That beats within and without still of this Chaos? It is not gone or ended, truth, but it is not Alone. "At least...not in the same way. " Syrie Silence watched as Creation's aspect dimmed, darkened; Destruction sliding tendrils of pain and loss and hurt at being without, being alone forward, tainting Creation's perfect form. It was unexpected, but not alarming. There had been so much time...He had spent countless stretches of time - before there was Time to be - without company, without love, compassion or care. It was no wonder that returning to those memories brought Destruction's aspect into Creation, none at all.
His fingers itched to reach out, to touch the darkened flesh and to smooth away the frown that held court on His face. Oh yes, it was more than enough to wound to the quick - and that did not count the time during and after the Fading! Pale brows knit in a worried frown; what heart and mind could hold hurts that deep without some succor? Hands to hold and comfort, hands to help and heal - hands much like Creation's, but not His own.
Shy he was not, so taking Creation's hand in his own to reassure, to soothe, seemed natural. A gift from host, changing one that would be alone, untouched into one that knew just how healing a simple touche could be. 'Even when gains come from loss and reason abounds, there is import when the hurt remains - outward in aspect or wholly turned inward.' Endiovar paused and squeezed the pale hand he held in his grasp, "To say there are many now to lessen the measure in the lack of Before..." He shook his head; words came clumsy or not at all but even then they brought hush and murmur to mind and heart.
"Even a paper-cut wounds and bleeds into memory, my Lord." His comment on being Alone in a differing way brought a twitch of wing from Silence, he understood very well being alone in a crowd, alienated. Harmodius' position afforded him great reverence, love and respect - but it was filial love, wasn't it? Not the kind of love one recieved from one's helpmate, one's partner, save that both offered devotion and respect. Was that the difference? Endi supposed it well could be...especially as Creation had mentioned "Her". The Empress! Where was she, this beautiful song that had brought Him to Become?
'Being worshipped or revered...is not the same as being Loved...that is the difference, is it not? Before and now again, being without Your Empress?' It didn't occurr to him (or if it did, it was as fleeting as mortal lives could be) that he should likely leave well enough alone and cease digging into old wounds that still bled - another "gift" from his former host - a more dubious gift than empathy, to be certain. Ivynian "Kishara is much changed, wounded and uncertain, lost in herself....lost in the vastness of herself. I find that I return often to how lost Lucius was. Perhaps the Prime Elements...those greatest and most vast...they could not be healed by being reborn , could not be restitched with mortal thread into something new and wondrous. The process in both cases seems to have Lost them, driven whatever memory was left in them ...Mad." "For Universe the knife sped outwards, sought a focus and a victim. Gaia has receded, in contrast. Mother has removed from her children out of ....self preservation? Fear to come to love them again and unable to face their inevitable death and return to her bosom as once she did? Saddened and mourned before, yes, but never was she paralyzed by the cycles. The seasons...she wore them well, red berries in winter and bright white pink blooms in spring. " "But what few words we uttered in converse were....distant and strained. I thought I should allow her space. Perhaps in this life she will wish a different love, or none at all. I am...estranged by the ages. She is now coiled by a mortal girl's sacrifice and offering to her resurrection. Or that ....Aislin. I could not tell wholly if that would have developed into more, should the child have been less than one marked to the Calling. Her bitterness of the loss spoke to the possibility. "
"Truly the imbalance of love must be known to you, and its weights on the heart. So blessed and caught up in the arms of Knowledge and Dream both. I wonder that you have time to be a foot and not abed. It was gentle teasing and a slow redirection of conversation both. Syrie He listened carefully and felt a pang inside him - perhaps once he had not been such a sympathetic God, turning a deaf ear to atrocities commited...but no longer. And while there were still atrocities commited in silence (or would be if there were more mortals around to screw things up by throwing their 'freak flags' around), he no longer just ignored them and went about his merry way. Silence could be oppressive and cause harm if necessary...and he could do that. Not often, but at least once or twice.
'It's difficult for some, I understand...but that is unfortunate for Universe and Gaia. Doubly so for Yourself.' In all seriousness, it was even more worrisome to think that Creation felt such loss and pain for his 'family' now reborn but so estranged. 'Perhaps she couldn't get past the fear of not being...enough. Being your helpmate can only be a daunting task to one reborn to it with all the host's insecurities and anxieties. A pity, but perhaps a more suitable match is to be found outside of Gaia's trembling limbs.' As for Aislin...well, all the blond god could do was shift his frame into something yeilding yet supportive; listening and allowing the Eldest to speak of potential loves lost without insulting Him with pity.
"Yes, I do." Endiovar's lashes lowered and his expression briefly touched with sadness. Though he had not been the one to "lose" the now-deceased mortal actor Adrian Grey nor Dagny's chosen host, Illario - he felt the losses keenly. A void left by them, a void left by Universe's demise...voids filled in part - in some ways - by Knowledge and Dream. The teasing from Creation brought a slight pinking to his cheeks and also a wide smile. 'Ah, but even Dream must rest...and Gianfar becomes lost in his tomes...even I cannot laze in bed all of the time.'
Creation would get a bit of a wing-poke for his teasing; good-natured and wholly in fun. "Besides, who else but I should be sitting here in idle conversation with You?" The idea of Silence chatting up anyone was a delicious irony. Ivynian "I wonder that. Followers should be present, recording for posterity so many words chained together...much learning and meditation, for centuries to come, garnered from 'Yes, I do' "
Though may there not be wisdom before there as well. I have not called Kishara again to my side lest it be too much burden, myself too...apart for her desire or care of comprehension. I have called and raised none to the station. The words came as a whisper under-breath, puzzled and fell drowned to the fountain's cadence, " Still and imperfect the balance lies, one half in tentative converse, the other unbound. Where lies Bravery, Valiance, where lies even Pride if these heroic aspects do not divine to inspire all the Children."
"How did you court your fine doves, Silence? I cannot imagine with many words. " With Aris there was little yet, still new eyed to life and learning of the world into which he was brought. His self-assurance and air of entitlement were missing. "My...knowledge is antiquated or confused over eons of mortal study." Syrie Three simple words that held the power to bind heart and soul and mind; two beings united by the depth and breadth of emotions beating so ceaselessly within their breasts into one. Unified. Strengthened. Tempered like finest steel.
At least, that had been the point and the hope. Whether or not this forged connection withstood trials and tribulations was entirely up to the involved parties and much had proved capable of ending such things. Marriage. Divorce. Hand in hand they went, should one's emotions curdle and turn - mortal, immortal or other: none were truly exempt from such failings.
Endiovar's head tilted as a wash of not-words brushed against his being, feather-light and as ephemeral as mist. 'Troubling, to be unfufilled, unravelled - but a trouble I cannot but imagine will last overly long. We all love You...surely more than one among us feels the tugging of heart and mind to bring You into welcoming arms, to be a helpmate as once stood at Your.' Unspoken words touched with love, respect and even worry seasoned to them; Silence knew that Aris couldn't be the only being that would have thrilled to stand at Creation's side! After all, had he himself not felt that gentle swell of affection and love that went beyond shades of platonic? Had not Colin?
'With very few words, truly.' He smiled, remembering how he and Revei had grown from friendship to love. Dream had needed him, desperately so, after trying to reach the primitive being within the Chrysalis not overly long past. And Gianfar, after! Initially it had been a quiet love between he and Revei and Gianfar and Revei - but that had changed slowly; they were well matched, all three. Did Knowledge and Dream ever exist without the gentle, steadying touch of Silence? To have rediscovered each other, to have love grow between...it had happened so naturally - how to explain?
'With touch, care and support. I offered of myself without holding back, without expecting anything in return.' No, no, no. It wasn't coming out right! Silence could be good with words and not-words, but now his tongue was struck stupid, clumsy. Oh, but there! He had just given Endiovar the key to what might be holding Creation back with his courtship of Aris and, perhaps Gaia. "Knowledge does not play as large a part in courtship as most believe, my Lord. Certainly it has a place, but..." He reached out to place a hand lightly on Creation's chest, over his heart. "You feel it here first. The need to touch, to act...to reach out and comfort, to hold...to support without once expecting to get a return." Ivynian "Your advice is to do what I already endeavor to ? "
Well, then all there is left to do is force two halves to be one before balance even is achieved. Balance before balance....a fine paradox We sit in. Rhythm at least was now steady beneath flesh of hand and chest, rhythm that echoed further then hearing into the echoing hearts and breath of all things. He smiled gently, " The difference must be intent then, as never have I done so with intent of courtship, rather then care as the God that I am. Long ago was forgotten the actions of intent outside of responsibility as ...the Twin Crown. As a God, rather then a being."
"You describe what poets recall, that there should be some spark already...some catch that draw my eye as once it was for Her. For Him. Aris still is fair, and he does catch what is red as blood, whether he will or no yet. As for blue? " Difference in admiration of Father and that of Lover. He had known it once. Yet all about him were so young, still growing and in need of a hand that nurtured rather then which sought help. "They are lucky and must cherish in you their finest hours, Endiovar. " Syrie He nodded simply - what more advice could he give? The writ and recital of sonnets? One had only to look around with open eyes and see Creation's poetry, to feel the enormity of His Gift to each and to All. 'I have not been so much one courting as I have been the one courted...but even so, there is little I can add to what is already being done.' He dropped his hand from Creation's chest, the strong thrum of His heart vibrating through his fingers, his soul even after. "That care, so freely given, is felt by Aris, by Gaia...by mortal and immortal. From each blade of grass to the most Exalted among us, oh yes - of that I am sure...but you are more than just our Crown, our Lord." 'As for blue...should Gaia be unable to return your affections, to be proper helpmate, perhaps another would suit? Or in your heart must she be Your Empress?'
Endiovar didn't think so, but if Creation had 'set his cap' on Gaia (so to speak) then there was much more needing care than simply 'affection'.
'As I cherish them.' Silence touched his fingers to his own breast, eyes bright, 'When together, then gnawing emptiness left yet behind seems to dissipate, to fill. I believe I am the lucky one.' "That is, until Gianfar wishes to work in peace. Then he is the lucky one, that I can bring him rooms without sound." The blond's body leaned to one side, fingers dropping down to touch the surface of the fountain idly; in his mind something had occured to him with Creation's talk of red and blue. "Aris is for Destruction's heart, isn't he?" Silence watched his companion and once more felt the urge to rise up and put his arms around Creation, to enfold Him in his wings, to reassure that all would be well. A strange compulsion for the god he once was, but not for the god he was now; comforting came easily, naturally to Endi - Creation's status was of no matter in this. Ivynian "Ah....you guess shrewdly at what once was known to all...if not often spoken of for propriety.... "
But have I not opened that door in questions of courting already? Creation nodded slowly, " One being at all times, and at all time apart...the Twin Crown. One mind and separate. Aristogeiton is not my lover, nor would I wish it of him. His place in the Balance was as the Crowned Mortal...the creation brought to pinnacle. Mortal kind can Create only in small ways, in ideas, but they can Destroy with great mastery. The place he took aforetie was just so, Master of Destruction....as that should entail other images....to your mind. They are.... correct. It is in the purpose of mortalkind that they strive in founded and unfounded will and pride. He earned what was his due, tamed Destruction to his lips. "
"But..it is not my nature to enact or require these same necessities for balance within my aspect. So my mate was otherwise...would be...otherwise still. " He certainly required neither 'taming' nor 'binding', such as the Manacles may preclude outside of Gehenna. Syrie Yes, of course he had - but in his puzzling Endiovar could be as careless at remembering what he should as any child. Focus on the larger 'problem' and ignore the details...or something like that. Whatever his reasoning for backtracking mentally (Player Stupidity?), Endiovar nodded and tried to not look sheepish for having asked yet again.
'Ah, well.' Now that made sense, in an odd way - at the very least, that explained why the Manacles had existed in the first place! Still, what a thought: the imposing, terrible Destruction being into bondage (not surprising at all) and needing to be dominated (quite surprising). Naturally, it made sense when he thought about it further: Creation was very together. He didn't need guidance, he needed precisely what Silence had said: he needed a helpmate, a companion. 'What interesting images, courtesy of curious mind and borrowed memories. Destruction...called to heel and happily bound by a mortal.'
Silence shook his head a little bit and flicked the water again to watch his reflection dance and distort. "You need a helpmate, my Lord. Support, other than your loyal Dragon King." Without thinking he continued in that soft, church-hushed voice, "I wonder but that I could help..." Ivynian "This I know....I do not dare think that matchmaking would be any more successful for me then for what I once hoped could come from Love for Kishara's heart-healing. i set him the task once, to find her solace. "
"You're welcome to try a hand at it if you wish, other then that...I cannot imagine far into what help could be found. I am useless..." He shrugged, feint of defeat mixed of genuine amusement and sorrow. "In some feudal societies of mortal fashion, it was vassals that courted for their sovereigns abroad, carrying paintings to be viewed and entertaining at dance, cards and music for their prospective matches to their lord. Or did you have something other in mind for your wonderings?" Syrie Well now, if Love couldn't help Kishara turn her heart toward Creation...but then, Endiovar wasn't considering the once-Empress reborn for Creation's lovematch, oh no. If she could not bring herself to find strength within to stand at His side, no one could. 'One can only be helped when one is willing to help themselves. It is a pity she could not rise to meet you.'
Creation's depreciative remark brought Endi's spine straight as he sat there; narrow-eyed attention wholly on the multi-hued god before him. Spoken in partial jest, the phrase - the thought was abhorrent to Endiovar; he could not remain seated, still.
"Hardly!" His wings shimmered, feathers poofing out with aggitation and the outrage Silence felt - Creation? Useless!? Up he went, onto silent feet, fabric of cloth sliding without sound as he paced before the fountain and his companion.
'I hold no interest in useless gods past myself. All around us Is because of You - perhaps that is too much for Kishara, but if it's not too much for me, it cannot be too much for everyone that might appeal.' Did he have something in mind? Maybe a nice hard shake for Creation - and a harder one for Kishara, who's inability had borne offensive words from His mouth. Purling fountain water was a sound that calmed, even one agitated as Endiovar was; his movements went from sharp and annoyed to a softer set as he contemplated what to do. Thoughts flowered and died quickly, Endi dismissing them as ridiculous or stupid - would he have wanted something so...overdone?
Silence paused, facing Creation, "Can you tell me, my Lord, if any have caught your heart even the smallest bit? Or what qualities you desire most? A starting point, as it were...?" A small voice in the back of his mind whispered 'If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!' Ha! Ivynian  As much as had been truly meant of the feelings and thought in their converse, he had not expected to actually earn himself a matchmaker with consultation in the very moment. Creation blinked mutely at the pacing outrage, even as it cooled, then covered his mouth with a hand as the inquiry was made. My...preference? Oh dear.
"Well...that is forward information. Where should I start? I...cannot say I have ...looked amorously at any that walk again. I prefer an immortal lover. "
His thoughts strayed to the human stores and their magazines that moldered on racks, professing secrets of success in Love and making love, perfect ratios to achieve and measurements to strive for. Did these things matter to those who had dynamic shape? To him, who could be all and any shape? Not so much. Well then, that didn't offer much. How about personality? That was something more definable about their kind.
"I do not prefer the demure, the uncertain, or the childish. "
Syrie Creation's reaction to his query had Endiovar chuckling a bit; not because he found the situation amusing at the cost of the Eldest (or should they really be considering him as such, considering that he too had been 'reborn' as it were out of a shell?), but more in that having Creation blushing was - as Colin might have said - cute.
'Forward, but necessary, I would think. But do not worry, my Lord - I will be gentle.' Endiovar's eyes crinkled again at the corners; mirth making his expression as wide and guilessly happy as a child's.
No one demure, uncertain or childish? Well, there went a great deal of the remaining population - immortal or no. Silence stood, observing Creation a moment more before returning to sit at his side; smile tempered to something gentler. "Has another seen such a wonderful face? I think in All that Is, I am the only one to know it."
'An expression to be shared, no doubt, once a suitable mate is found.' With a thoughtful c**k of his head, Endiovar pondered that a moment. 'Perhaps one I should not like to share. I am become quite greedy this time 'round.' Creation's first kiss had been his and now he was enjoying the idea of keeping Him all to himself! ...Continued Below
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:42 pm
...// PRP - Sooner or Later (Part II) Ivynian  Dawning epiphany trumped most other reactions to the situation, Your innocence of inclusion into this fray is...questionable.
"Often is the case that a questioner considers themselves an answer.... "
Unless it be just flirtation. It was difficult to tell at surface value, without employing more intrusive awareness.
"Phaedra would be glad to have such a bird in her garden, I don't doubt. "
"It need not be a serious task, Sachem Aphonic, that all once comfort once found in Quiet be bothered of searching and seeking. If it be so important, I should force this new-formed heart to beat and quicken at some new creature, rather then roll it in the ashes of the old. "
Syrie With much amusement (tempered with the slightest bit of sheepishness) the curly haired god leaned back, fingers lacing around his knees to help balance him, keep him from falling over onto his back in the fountain. "Often the questioner is correct." Yes, he was flirting a bit - with the Twin freakin' Crown, no less! - but it wasn't disingenuous; Silence wasn't teasing or toying with his multi-hued companion.
'Phaedra would be hard pressed to take such a valuable "bird" from my hands. I think I will not share that.'
Serious? Well, it need be somewhat serious..lest Colin's playful side come roaring forth to send Creation along something like a terrible reality TV dating montage. "As you wish." 'Oh, and for the record - I have never claimed to be innocent where You are concerned, my Lord. Would I have asked your first kiss if I were?' Endiovar shifted, leaning forward again to bring his face closer to Creation's; ah, but that face was truly wonderful too! Such gems he was being given - without even asking! ...Continued Below Ivynian  Harmodius held still, considering the shortened distance. Kisses were one consideration...impulsive at times, passionate as painters' strokes on canvas but made so on flesh. "Your heart was not claimed in such days, however fair the memory may be to both of us."
"Kisses only could be offered to you now, and more chaste flavoured. "
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"Your esteem...that colours be facets and so dropped carelessly by my countenance as to be counted jewels, it is kindly offered.Syrie The stillness gave pause enough to contemplate kisses from the past and kisses that may yet have been lurking in the future, waiting for either or both of them to act. Endiovar's eyes sought to save face and form to mind - if this was the closest he got...well, it would be something to remember. Kind and curious eyes, strong chin, shifting colors in strand brushing against pale skin - he wanted to keep that close to his heart. "Claimed" he may have been, after a fashion, but none held him in bondage, in chains that would keep him from reaching out to Creation and folding Him into welcome embrace.
'For now, yes...but is that not how such things are meant to be?' Silence reached up with both hands to frame Creation's cheeks, fingers light on the markings under each eye. "Affection I hold for You is deep and boundless, my Lord. It is no kindness on my part to hold such moments so dear." 'Those that hold me dear know the breadth and depth that comes with being loved by Silence.'
He was being a bit forward, yes, but he was Silence! Already within his arms and chest did he hold so many with love and care - albeit a different sort. Still...and had he not been teased gently about having a 'crush' on this very being when he was more Colin and less Silence? Had that changed much if at all?
'If I offend, do not hesitate to push my aside, my Lord. I cannot but help wanting to ease your heart - any way allowed.' If all the quiet god ended up being able to do was hold Creation until a more suitable mate could be found, then so be it. That was what he had planned, from the first moment the seeds of thought pushed up through his fertile mind...from the second that Silence had offered to assist balancing the Twin Crown's current aspect. Ivynian "Less would I call it offense than concern. I will not stride as giant upon the hearts of others, lest I know their will in such matters. Even easy camaraderie can be the realm of unspoken jealousy....worse in the presence of monarchy. How many hearts would speak against my own, were my will turned in earnest on one so claimed?"
Silence?
Until one at least say they do not trouble it...no...I will not come to bed already feathered and steal away one of the songbirds nestled there, swallow as serpent would...
Close the paling, fool's flecked skin. How it shines beneath the surface to reflect the colours given it. How much has been inherited true from Colin, how much was native? Does the difference stand as sentinel to learning more as much the shadows of other wings enrapture against his own?
"If you would seek that station...I..."Hesitation came as words were found fleeting, netted again with brief closure of his eyes, "Would first wish blessing, spoken or written, from either your lovers. I would not steal you, even for small comforts given in admiration and care....if not binding love." Syrie 'Understandable, of course you are correct...to hurt Revei or Gianfar, I could not be so careless - so selfish.' And yet, his hands remained pressed to Creation's cheeks a moment more; care and comfort and an unspoken promise that he would offer any assistance and care he was able - regardless of what his mate(s) felt or said. Another moment and Silence leaned in to press a chaste kiss against each smoothly pale cheek.
"As you say, my Lord, so shall it be done." Soft, hushed and soothing; a voice that smothered even the softly burbling sounds from the fount they rested upon. Endiovar's hands dropped slowly to his lap; Creation's hesitation was more eloquent than the words falling from pale lips. Would he seek station at His side...yes, yes he would. It felt...right. Whether he had felt some of the same stirrings Before, when Gaia reigned Empress true, Silence had no plans on revealing such things (he had, though the stirrings had been much fainter then and never had come up; his previous incarnation had simply served and been as form and function allowed) - not now, likely not ever. Endiovar subscribed to the adage that one should not dwell on the past, but embrace it and learn from it.
But yes, he should speak with Revei first as Gianfar was off "hunting" some bit of lore and unlikely to return anytime soon; find out how Revei felt - would feel - if he persued the emotion swelling in his breast. Would Dream be happy to share his expansively caring mate or would he reign in Silence, preferring to bind the mute swan to his side more fully? 'I will bring a reply to lay at your feet...and lips other than my own to speak such things-'
"There is no theft in my company, Lord. I offer friendship freely - the rest will take care in it's own time." Rather, in time once he was away to ply Revei with kisses, good news and questions! Ivynian Neither uncertain, nor childish at least. Demure...well, that could be construed as game and act at times rather then permanent trait. Coy? Likely, at times. Had exchange of this sort been the aim of offering 'company' in the first? He closed his eyes when lips brushed his cheeks, leaving them closed for a few moments until the sound of the Endiovar's spoken voice had passed and the fountain again spoke for the both of them.
And where does one step along the board from here? An unfamiliar game, this one, with strange tiles and stranger pieces. Not unpleasant...
Companionable silence? Where did conversation lead after such declarations? Syrie Though often Silence endeavoured to not read that which was meant to be held back from knowing, he did read the question vibrating from Creation's thoughts: had the whole exchange been but means to this particular aim? It wasn't upsetting - with reversed positions the idea would likely have presented itself to him too.
And were he truly honest with his heart of hearts...the answer may have tilted toward the positive though it was not (and never had been) Endiovar's ultimate aim.
No vocalizations nor verbalizations in sound and silence needed; content for the moment to simply sit and rest with Creation; though he would turn into the fountain and dip his feet in the water there.
"I feel peaceful here." More than just spoken words; unspoken lent to the peace being upon him even without present company - indeed, without company at all. The fountain was a favorite haunt for many beings (even Yu Five Claws enjoyed it from time to time). 'I had thought Yu Five Claws would come spirit you away long before now...is he off on some urgent errand, or merely terrorizing mortals by smiling?' Light, easy conversation to hide the fluttering of anxiety-tinged excitement caused by their heady conversation and his upcoming conversation with Revei. Ivynian "It is the want of dragonkind to seek out trouble to set their nose and claws in, whether they find themselves tangled or no. The Kings of them are no different in this regard." It was stated with the deep pleasure of Pygmalion considering his day's work. "If I am lucky, he has been resting. My pillar or strength when I am without, the guardian son who of his design can catch me when I fall. These warrior sons, mine....some general I have proven for them thus far, bearing neither arms nor armor and leading them to no great tests of mettle and wits."
"Afore that there were wars...strengths and coalitions of the divine against the Pantheon. Or those who sought to avoid punishment or shame for wrongdoing. Or led as Avatar ...or loosed in mortal frame as summoned by the faithful against great raised constructs from the oldest of races who spoke and mastered some of my Words." Syrie So accurate, so true - Endi might not have been bosom buddies with any of the Dragon Kings, but he did know a bit about their activities and proclivities; quite the 'energetic' bunch.
"A general is needed less than a leader, now. Troubled times build elsewhere, gaining strength to return...but here too, in our own ways we are gaining strength. Your loyal Kings must needs a steady hand and less violent guidance for now." So many were but babes, newly formed and newly given into hosts that would one day bear them into the world leaving marks small but indelible just as Colin had with him.
Oh! The Words. Naming words...Gianfar had told Endiovar that he would happily teach him some - or at least the ideas behind them. 'Gianfar spoke of such Words. I am intrigued and would enjoy a lesson someday.' Clearly he did not believe that trainings came at the edge of a blade or the end of a fist; things being learned now would help them when it came to an actual altercation.
Of course, some actual training would be needed as well. Ivynian "Hard to imagine one who does not speak using syllables whose power is in the very sound of them." Creation chuckled. "Would it not end up a magi's gift?"
"What wishes do you harbour close that you would have made into words and spoke true and real in life around you?" Syrie 'Indeed...and yet the wont to learn remains. I find words terribly dear and beautiful be they written, spoken or otherwise used. Endiovar's smile echoed Creation's chuckle; a god of Silence holding such interest in words of power - but he was curious and desired to know. It was enough, for him.
"I want to help. To heal. To do what I can more than simply being inactive and watching changes happening around me, outside my scope." Ivynian "Instinct is what guided it...what I spoke when first I spoke to her. Then it was not so important to worry what was created or done to the creations. Everything was Flux, new...mutable. Space was infinite as ourselves. It was the Beginning. There was no understanding of limits, their use or purpose. They are not bad things. To use the Words, one must know and understand this difference. Now there are limits. Now there is purpose to them. It is not the Beginning. Now is the Center of the story of this great vision." "To use with the intent of healing and goodness is not enough. Not all is goodness. Not all is meant to be healed. Just as there is good and evil among the Pantheon, so there is meant to be good and vile fortunes in all things. This is what prevented many worthy men from being taught. They wanted to do only good. Or only evil. This is imperfect understanding borne of selfishness. This is the nature of those borne Within the Limits. All want to live. In large part decisions are made in this logic, according to what an individual considers necessary or desirable for their definition of life. "
"To live in that accord is natural, not shameful."
"What of this do you understand?"
Syrie Once more a student eagerly absorbing valuable information from a revered teacher, Endiovar's form leaned in toward Creation as though doing so would better help him capture each syllable borne into the air. He did understand the duality of All - the Crown himself was a living, breathing representation - and so too were most Gods. Love was good and warm, nurturing and healing (in it's own right)...but on the other side there was lust and chill, hurt and worse...but both were needed to make the whole.
How could one know good if one did not know bad with which to compare?
'No, no it is not. Even within myself there lies both aspects - each necessary. I understand this though I prefer to stay on the side of what does not cause hurt now.' Once he had not needed to turn a "blind eye" to the atrocities and near-endless horrorshows facilitated in the concealing clock of dark and silence...he had just not cared.
"My words are clumsy, but I do understand selflessness and how important true balance is in All things."[/color Ivynian It is not a matter of preference. His mouth pulled into a thin line for a moment, and he nodded slowly to himself. "In time, then. You are not ready to learn of the Words, yet. "
"Was there hardship specifically you were concerned with? Even without the old tongue, you are yet a god...and there are immortals that can serve you and aid your efforts. Even my own, should you wish. " Syrie Being told he wasn't ready was a little disappointing, but if he wasn't ready...well, he just wasn't ready. Someday he would be ready and he'd get to learn - or he never would. Either way, Creation was the gauge and would let him know one way or the other; until then Endi could wait and work on other things.
'I look forward to it.' Truth in every line, "I have been gathering aid to clean and restore the Library as much as is possible, though using the Words to do so seemed selfish (not to mention some major over-kill) when good old-fashioned hard work (mixed with some godly mana) could do it! 'The child-Lament, Love's daughter Adi, Revei, myself and our servants have been working on it.' Ivynian "It sounds as though there would be need for brute strength among such efforts, else the carrying of lumber or stone to be used in rebuilding would be slow and hard labour." He considered a long while, counting the creatures and sentient beings that called him their lord and offered service. "Would it trouble you to take Aris to such an effort? He is a man grown of body, a warrior and strong. I cannot say how well he takes orders, having given him none, nor has he been among any others. But in building and repair, the races of men have long excelled. I believe that old knowledge should yet be within him." Syrie 'Yes, there is. Some of the mortals that have offered aid have been of that physique - but most are...a bit more like myself.' Endiovar with his dancer's build still playing a large part in his appearance...with his "stats" for a "game" being tilted heavily at INT, DEX and STA (or SPD) rather than STR or whatever.
Jade eyes briefly widened; Creation's suggestion was not something he'd contemplated prior to the aforementioned offer. "No, no...not at all. I would be most grateful should he be willing." Silence nodded as he spoke; reassuring himself and possibly Creation that all would turn out for the betterment of all involved.'I see no reasons his presence would not be welcomed. Ivynian "I will let him know to seek your efforts out, then. It may heal the night that silences his mouth and suture his heart fast to the dawn. " Would they get along? If Endiovar's intentions were true, then it would be a necessity in some capacity. Whether rivalry or admiration may not matter as much, as long as it was out of mutual respect. That Silence already had experience in sharing his heart among many left the primary worry of the doubt to Aristogeition. "Where would it be best that he seek you? " Syrie Curious turn of phrase, Endiovar's head tilted a bit as various meanings drifted over him. 'Then it shall do us both good to work so closely.'
The thought that they would need to amiable with each other whatever the manner of it, had only just taken residence in his thoughts. But for himself, that should not be too difficult...so the mortal holding Destruction's chains was the final note in the proposed composition.
"I spend most of my time in the Library as of late. It would be best to find me there, I think." Ivynian "Some preparation will be necessary, then, however I may prefer the music of the fountain and the relaxation near its waters." Harmodius stood, inclining his head respectfully to the younger god, "But minutes in your presence bring muse for hours. Such instants of time feel stolen, but I cannot regret to have shared it with you. " Syrie Harmodius rose and the blond god tilted his chin up to continue giving Him his full attention even though they were saying their good-byes. His smile did not falter as he inclined his head in return, 'It is always joy, spending time with You. Until next we speak, my Lord, keep You well.'
Stolen moments? Silence didn't feel they were such, but he understood the sentiment and could only sit beside the fountain, watching as Creation moved to move pieces around - to complete such preparations as he felt were needed. For himself, Endiovar needed to go and speak with Revei...but first he would meditate here at the fountain's edge.Fin
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:45 pm
Sy With Creation's words circling 'round and 'round in his head: a chance to provide care and support for the Crown...as long as Revei and/or Gianfar did not mind sharing. Endiovar's heart was expansive, his ability to care so deeply a kernel grown from the open and loving mannerisms that Colin had left to him: a legacy that seemed to have improved upon Silence's being and brought him much closer to his peers and to the mortals under their care.
Knowing his mates as he did, the green-eyed god was not afraid to approach either of them - no, not afraid. Anxious, perhaps. Metaphorical butterflies swelled in his stomach from excitement and anxiety: what would Revei say? Gianfar would have been spoken with as well, had he been anywhere accessible (or known) by Endiovar or Revei.
Within the rooms he shared now with Revei, he sought his lover; the Dreamer's Guide had opulent quarters they tended to share so that Endi's quarters could be populated by those without a 'made' space of their own (like Glaucon and Enekpe with her goddess's entourage) "Revei?" Soft, sepulchral voice reaching out across the rooms, calling for Dream's attention even as he was gently biding one of the languid, enigmatic koratti to lead the way. Prox One of the koratti burrowed under Revei's arm where he sat in the window, drowsing over a book. "Silence," it croaked. "Silence, silence." It pinched delicately at the thin skin in the crook of his elbow, making sure he was awake and listening. "Silence, silence." "I hear you," Revei said, pushing the korat away with mild annoyance. He shook the feathery-soft band of sleep away from his temples and waited; Endiovar would know where he was. This was one of his favorite spots. When the blond god rounded the privacy screen and came into view, Revei smiled at him, a bright and welcoming expression, and patted the cushion that lay beside him. Come and sit, my love.Sy When green eyes found the face and form of his beloved Dreamer's Guide, joy vibrated from every line that gave shape to Silence. Those fluttering butterflies that had been dancing in his belly seemed to evaporate, leaving only love's warmth and excitement's low buzzing.
'Enjoying your book?' Normal conversation-esque things as the lithe god settled himself with comfortable familiarity next to Revei; limbs and mana winding together in welcome. Endiovar's fingers sought Revei's face, touch like a kiss for all the import and feeling behind it. Prox Revei turned his face into the light touch, kissing the long fingers with a smile. Endi's presence was familiar now, comfortable and comforting in a way that touched distant resonances of memory. But this was now, and Revei extended one wing to curve around Endi's shoulders, its feathers ruffling soft. "Enjoying my nap," he said, amusement glinting in his eyes. "The afternoon sunlight is warm, and steals all my thoughts and eloquence. Your company only adds perfection to perfection." Flattery, of course, and warmly meant. While Revei was rarely direct in his conversation, sincere meaning danced behind his words. Sy "A good afternoon for being lazy.." 'Or lazing abed.' Two options that were quite appealing for the pair, though first he would prefer bringing forth his interesting information and question lest he lose it to the sweetly heavy limbs of his current lover folding around him.
'If perfection is to be found, it is in the joining of we two.' Wing about his shoulder, Endiovar nestled in the warm, comforting embrace that was Dream. 'but your eloquence remains, despite any supposed thefts - your tongue is silver, o' Dream of mine.'
Things of import would have to wait - reunion of hearts came first!
Though yes, he would begin the age-old weaving dance that was performed by one trying to seek out a manner of asking a hard question while trying not to cause unwanted friction in the pre-existing relationship. Yep, it was convoluted...and while Endiovar wasn't afraid - should Revei say yes or no, their relationship would stay the same.
"A question, if I may, my love?" Oh yes, he was talking aloud - yes. Prox A good afternoon indeed. Revei's eyes slipped half-closed again as he luxuriated in the warm glow of sunlight and companionship. I am very good at being lazy, he mused, relaxed and smiling. But his eyes came open again as Endiovar spoke. A startling event. Few beings in the world could induce Revei to soften the sharp edge of his tongue; one sat beside him now, and so instead of teasing, he only tilted his head, curious, and said, "What dire straits drive you to speech, my Silence?" - perhaps a little teasing, but gentle, so gentle. Sy A rosy blush spread across his cheeks; with many others Silence had taken to speaking aloud to ease any discomfort - with Revei he had no need of such things; to lift his voice from it's resting place within showed more plainly than words that something important had happened.
'Nothing dire, daydreaming Guide.' Fingers stroked to sooth and mana delicately wove around them, removing all but the sounds of their two hearts beating, the sounds that belonged to them wholly and without interruption.
Endiovar smiled with his whole being, face still pinked but fading slowly to normal. 'No, not dire. Perhaps cause for celebration, depending.' Here he paused, not to gather courage, but more to reflect for a moment on how pleasant it had been to be near Creation - oh yes, and amused pleasure he took in having stolen Creation's first kiss. 'Today I spent a span of time with Creation, talking. He is lonely, without helpmate or companion for Himself. The mortal at his side, Aris - Aristogeiton - is for Destruction's pleasure and taming, not His. Gaia once stood at His side as Empress...but no longer. Kishara will not take the title, does not want it - this wounds that great, open heart. I offered to help Him find a suitable companion, but in my own heart I felt drawn to Him, to His plight. Who better than I to know the sorrow of being Without, the lack of love and affection...and the joy found in connecting so deeply, so intimately with another.'
Here again he paused, this time because even using not-speak, that amount of conversation required Endiovar to rest within the vaccum of silence for a bit before continuing. Or, just listening to Revei - as long as he wasn't the one 'talking', it worked for him. But even waiting as he was, Silence was drawing on the strength, the safety and calm he gained with knowing that Dream loved him as he loved Dream. Prox "Sorrow and joy, joy and sorrow. Not one without the other. He should not be left lonely," Revei agreed, concern waking in his eyes. In all things balance must be kept. A lesson hard learned. His wing folded close around Endiovar's shoulder, feather-soft and blood-warm. Kishara ... we are not what we were, any of us. Old and new. Even He. Revei nodded slightly. Will He allow your comfort? Silence brings such peace. Were the suggestion of anyone else, Revei might have been jealous, aware of his occasional hypocrisy and uncaring; but Creation - how could he not understand? Were there any of them who could not but love Him in one way or another? Jealousy, possessiveness, these were not for this. Sy With the feel of calm-but-worry that came from Revei for Creation's well-being and none of the harder, harsher emotions, Endiovar calmed further. Hurting one of his mates would have ended everything for him, truly. It was not in Silence to destroy something beautiful already wrought for something that might be - no matter how bright and shining the outcome.
'Far too true, heart of mine.' Understanding was something he had never worried about getting from Revei; Dream was far too practical and generous to be otherwise - and yet he had worried. 'Yes. But not without your approval. He would not take me from you.'
All that was intended to be said, Creation's unwillingness to 'throw his weight around' and just take another's Beloved, as he was to Gianfar and Revei. Perhaps Revei was supposed to present him, dressed as an offering, to Him? Wouldn't that be amusing! 'He bid me come to you, seek your input and inform him of the results.' Prox A smile curled the corners of Revei's mouth. Is that all? he asked, lightly, amused, relieved, gentle. Something taut eased in him, a string of apprehension he had never identified; an impersonal care, perhaps, but a care that comforted an obscure corner of his mind. He will not take, but I hope He will accept. Shall I dress you in fine robes, brush your hair, anoint you in scented oils? He ruffled a hand through Endiovar's hair, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Only come back to us sometimes, as I know you will," he added, sobering slightly. "I shall be sometimes a little selfish. But I give my blessing and my joy, for what that is worth." Sy 'That is everything, my wise Guide of more than Dream.' Endiovar sighed softly, smiling, and pressed a series of kisses to Revei's cheeks, lips and neck. Ah, his beloved had such amusing things to say - such playfulness sometimes! 'Perhaps you should include a bow atop my head?'
Revei sobered and so too did Endiovar, 'I would never let alone one so dear to myself as you are.' He could be selfish too - wanting to spend time with one and the other and always giving so freely of himself; Silence was generous with the gifts he possessed.
Another kiss, flush to Revei's mouth and tempered with all of the love he felt for the other god, was his response. He was saying thank you, love you, bless you, always always always you and so much more the best way he could. 'Worth more than all the treasures guarded by Futs Lung himself.' Prox A kiss in return, soft-mouthed and gentle, returning what was expressed. The easing of a long loneliness, that was a gift worth more than treasure and finery; having been given it unexpected, given twice, Revei knew well the way that company eased a pain barely known until it ceased. He set aside the urge to tease and flatter, to twist and ornament his words until they inverted back into the simple meaning beneath. It would be good, now, to prepare. He rose from the windowsill, reluctantly refolding his wing and drawing Endiovar up with him as he went to the wardrobe. "Silks and velvets," he said lightly, "ribbons and embroidery, an appropriate frame for a work of art." He grinned wickedly. "Or perhaps a ribbon. Just one. What think you?" He would dress Endi beautifully and attend him to Harmodius, to reassure Creation that this gift freely given was not one that would seed resentment. Only pride, only a quiet sort of joy. Sy Playful and teasing, indirectly direct and always full of love - Endiovar caught Revei's lips once more before they rose and set apart to prepare. 'A gift trussed in bows, Revei? I think then I would appeal to only part of the whole.' Though his cheeks took a rosy tint, he enjoyed the attention and shied not from it at all. 'More than a single bow, my love...think of the children!'
Silence's expression was mock serious but with a wicked sparkle to his eyes; the children indeed! Suffer the little children to come unto Him - though there would like as not be actual children at His feet, there would certainly be at least one: Yu Five Claws. Perhaps Aris, perhaps not - the mortal belonged to Destruction (or was it that Destruction belonged to him?) but spent much time doing his 'own thing' while refamiliarizing himself in current skin.
Endiovar moved to help Revei choose; an appropriate 'gift' to Creation from both. 'Save the ribbon for my return and I shall wear it for you.'*FFW* Once dressed appropriately with rich cloths fit for one presented into an audience with Creation as a present, Endiovar made his way toward Creation's rooms; he was a half-step behind Revei. Dream was 'escorting' him so as to show that giving Endiovar unto their Lord was wholly of his own will - nothing but free-will and a deep, abiding love for Harmodius.
'I should not be nervous, yet being dressed this way...' He smiled a bit at Revei, bright and happy but a little nervous none the less.
Before Creation's door, they paused to knock; the door opened from within to welcome Dream and Knowledge...and it was Show-Time.[/size Ivy  Quiet were the hours of industry. The servants of the crown were sent to errands, the Consort hidden away investing his own council. The chambers of the eldest were left to dragon and master alone. But Harmodius was only present by definition of his corporeal body. His aura pulsed, the living rhythm echoed by each new thing that opened eyes and knew there was origin outside them. A tremble of the white hand, so turned a planet new….built from the ashes and Ending of the old, glorious and starting to cloak itself in new greens and new life. A breath from lips became new winds, new waters. The shift of wings, rampant, and al was sent to turn and sway in proper order with the great tree, with the celestial orders. Though at the intention of the comers, his awareness turned back, inward again to the smaller self and form, stepped down from power to tread and answer. Small, new forms still leapt from his steps and trail of his wings to the garden as he reached the door, opened it. "If Silence and Dream come to the door of a man….how else is he to consider his fate except that it will be soon be strange and fraught with wonder." Prox Revei brushed a gentle hand down along Endiovar's back, between his wings. Be thou not apprehensive; thou art a treasure, he answered, teasing gently. "All will be well," he added aloud. "I say it shall, and so it must be!" He was mildly apprehensive himself, excited and unnerved, yet he would not show it if he could help it. His eyes widened slightly as the door opened and he looked up to Harmodius, awe and pride and fear and love; yet he answered playfully, "Believe it, my Lord; we seek only to bemuse - or is that a-muse? Muse? A thought long considered, or perhaps not so long." He swept a deep bow. Sy From within came a deep rumbling chuckle; the ever-present Pillar, Creation's own mobile version of a La-Z-Boy, held his head up and welcomed his Lord's guests. His fur crackled with mana; energy that did not harm him, but did cause his fur to twitch as though alive - he rather liked it.
"Come in, Mute Swan, Dreamer's Guide - Amusement would be fine, very fine, for one so busy as our Lord."
'And thou.' He responded to Revei just as Yu's gravelly voice clawed out at them. Creation stood at the door in welcome and Revei playfully spoke to Harmodius before bowing; a motion that he himself copied. 'Strange we may supply in spades, but Yourself will needs provide the wonderment.' Endiovar took in the way Harmodius' form fairly shimmered before them; felt the raw mana and saw past His form that of the Dragon King Yu with mana-swirling through his fur as a gentle breeze. 'You are looking well, my Lord - and busy. Have you time for distractions of the pleasant variety?'
Small beings scampered along the green-growing trail left by Creation's movements; Silence smiled - how could one not smile at life new-found of form? Ivy He backed from the entryway, opening hand and sweeping it back in invitation. "Time I have, and what I do not have I could invent, perhaps."
Fine their countenance and manner, the trappings and splendor on forms varied young and full borne.
"Silent plays and shadow puppets have their own charm, but I had not taken you both as wandering bards so much as fine and noble youths. Indeed, if wonder is mine to provide, how to instill wonder in the Dreamer ?" Prox The ripple and swirl of mana, of essence pure and alive, made the fine hairs on the back of Revei's neck stand up, his feathers ripple, his skin shiver faintly. He stepped into the room at the invitation, holding his head high - a near-arrogant stance prompted by the wonder and awe that flowed pure through him. "By your breath and voice, my Lord," he replied, "by your august presence and beauty." A moment's hesitation. "Flattery," he admitted, "but is it flattery when I speak only truth?" He tipped his head to one side, birdlike, peering up at Harmodius through his lashes, aware of the Dragon attendant upon Creation, not precisely ignoring him, but caught up in the life and presence to whom he spoke. Sy Yu did not mind; he was interested in the goings on, but more interested yet in Creation and those things that might aid His Lord. Aristogeiton was onesuch...perhaps the Mute Swan that held both Knowledge and Dream within his breast would become another. Until then, he would wait, watchful and ever-vigilant; The Twin Crown's most loyal of Dogs.Quietly did he follow Revei, eyes flickering to Yu Five Claw briefly before resettling upon Harmodius and Revei. Like dancers, both - one as supplicant bringing a Gift, one the gracious Lord receiving a Gift...and he, Silence, being that Gift.
Dream's answer to Creation fell upon his ears distant and soft; his gaze was caught by little threads of Mana, or the creatures...or a hundred other little things around them. Even so, Endiovar stepped silently forward to speak.
'True, we come not as entertainment so much as to pay respects...and to offer, once more, companionship of heart and mind and body, freely given.' A small wry twist of Endiovar's lips, 'Beyond your esteemed Dragon, that is.' No love lost there, but he respected the Dragon at His feet if nothing else. Ivy The paces along the path seemed shorter, taken by the Eldest, back to the deeper alcove where dragon lay. He led them there, suspended baskets of decadent golden vine and white blooms decending from the canopy, the petals shedding to fill the open egg-shaped seating. It was distance at once conversational and intimate from where the Crown himself took repose against the fur-lined scales of the Pillars. His wings dissipated, a starting gesture of normalcy, the raw energy from his licking off and more along the fur in direct contact, like a living grounding rod. "We..... " His eyes widened briefly, but then half-lidded, a softened expression finding anchor in spite of the intensity of the mana.
Idle threats or promises of the moment not so founded to be said of the heart of Silence.
"Say on, fair ones, I am at disadvantage...." Prox Revei perched at the edge of the seat, not from nerves, but comfortable there, the energies of mana invigorating him to step and move and even be still as light as a feathertouch. His fingers brushed across Endiovar's hand, there and gone, a brief and physical reassurance. "Freely given," he echoed Endi, the expression in his eyes softening. "I will not say, my Lord, that I am never jealous, nor that I am always logical, but I do not come to lay jealousy at your feet. Not I, for all my flaws." The words were self-deprecating, but spoken simply - not asking for compliments nor reassurance, but offered as an acknowledgement. "I know how to be lonely and how not to like it. A fate I would avert." He turned his palms upwards, laying them loose and empty on his knees, and met Harmodius's gaze, direct and simple. "That you care, though I have done little enough directly for you - can that but inspire trust? Could I distrust? No, not now nor ever." He shrugged slightly, smiled. "Not you, nor ever those to whom I can give that rare purity of care myself." Sy Settling, calm and serene; settled and enveloped with backside in seat and sandaled, silent feet against the floor. Endiovar watched Yu's fur ripple as Creation settled against him with a smile; he could not help thinking how plush Xia Lu Ling was...and also how sharp he could be to one without the power or hold as Harmodius had.
Revei spoke and not-spoke; with the blond godling waiting the finished tumble of words. 'My Lord, my offer of succor was not idly - nor lightly - given. Nor is Revei's support that I be allowed to try to ease the ache of lonliness, of Alone, within You. To say plainly he cannot, but I can.' Silence's gaze was direct but briefly; the mana yet coursing through Creation and his Dragon made it difficult to look for overly long - like a blurred photo to tired mortal eyes. Ivy  The crackling mana finally resolved, drained away to the dragon to leave a safer, more reasonable shape to the god. "If it be in cure of loneliness only, I would decline. But I do not fear it so...the devotion and affection are clear enough. "
"In both hearts..." Yet connection still would live between them. Is this deterrent? That dream speak of jealousy unheeded, but what of my own? It is not as though others were not entertained to the Empress' bed in fore-time. Aristogeiton had no need or want of any others, though already he shared with Gaia in triumvirate. Double standards befitting to consideration...there will be no jealousy of my hands towards what gives with both. Creation slowly dipped his head in respect and thanks, " My gratitude in the very least then, to be given opportunity of courtship. Should nothing else come, this one aspect at least is cherished. "Prox "That which comes of what is sought, that which comes unlooked-for, or of balance between them ... " Revei looked off into the distance for a moment, stilling. "Some things come to pass." He shook himself out of his thoughts, folding his wings fussily, and smiled again, a touch of mischief lighting his eyes. " Dream retains the capacity of imagination - shall I indulge in beautiful thoughts?" Sy As the last of the excess mana left Harmodius to slide through him, the Dragon King purred and twitched his tail; massive claws spread and retracted, spread and retracted. "A wise reasoning, my Lord...Dream speaks in riddles and round abouts while Silence finds such things difficult to express with words." He chuckled a bit, a deep yet raw sound from the mana infusion, before continuing. "Or should I say, not-words?" He teased, but felt and saw and knew that this pale-haired god, the Mute Swan and lover to Dream and Knowledge truly did care for Creation.
Had he himself not seen Silence keeping vigil over His Chrysalis, save for when he was caring for Dream? Countless hours spent waiting. Yes, it would do nicely to allow for the chance to court the Twin Crown - in the least, Endiovar would do Creation no harm within any relationship, he thought. For it seemed very much so that his was a supporting role and type. Even so, Xia Lu Ling would watch and wait and keep himself ready should Harmodius need protection from the softly-scented god.
Endiovar hadn't expected that Yu Five Claw would give him 'approval' (or whatever it was the Dragon had tentatively agreed to allowing him after Creation had already accepted) but he found it amusing enough to tuck away for later thought; for a time when he was not paying court to courting Creation.
'Of course, no...my words are not always the best, as Yu has mentioned...but you read the truth in my heart and for that I am grateful - and blessed, I think.' Gracious and also excited with his heart beating triple-time and his head touched lightly with a sort of dizziness that came of Harmodius accepting him as potential lover and helpmate.
So warm, so soothing and wonderful. Endiovar's heart filled to bursting with emotions held in check only just so. 'My Lord, it is I that should be grateful for the oppourtunity. To you and to Revei, for being generous and for letting me reciprocate in my way. Endiovar cocked his head at Dream's words, eyes wide and bright - surely Revei didn't mean...oh, but he did. It was plainly written all over his pale face, in every line of his body! 'Saucy, aren't you? Such things you sometimes say Revei~ I cannot but wonder if you are more a god of Pranks or Mirth rather than Dream.' Ivy "Indulge yourself and all dreamers, I wouldn't hesitate to expect. One does not expect that demanding 'no' of a koratti that the effect will be anything but indifference and a separate outcome. "
"E'en so, let us start in proper beginning, learning of hearts and minds. Reveal your heart, if you have given it consideration, of the triumvirate? Of Kishara, of Aris, of my twin aspects. Do you have concerns? Chastisement? Celebration or demand of change?"
"I would speak with you plainly about the life that surrounds me, if life and life are to be cleft together." Prox "I claim nothing but my own," Revei laughed, relaxing in the sense of pleasant acceptance and half-muted excitement that filled the space. Energy, presence, and personality. He could - perhaps he could be comfortable in such rarefied company. That itself was oddly exciting. A thought flickered in the depths of his mind, made of his own fragmented past, of the distant echoes of his host, of what he felt now. But it slipped away before he could catch at it. Harmodius was teasing him - how delightful! Solemnly, he said, "I shall be sure to have koratti attend upon you at your whim, my Lord. They are contrary, I must admit, but that is their nature. They come to bear messages, but also to keep me humble! A difficult task, I am sure. Poor things." He quieted when Harmodius turned his attention to inquiring after Endiovar's thoughts; flippant he might be, but this conference was his business by peripheral presence, not by intimate involvement. Still, he would stay unless asked to go, his endless curiosity pricking him to observe. Sy Quite amusing that even Harmodius found koratti to be utterly independant and unwilling to take (or obey) orders - even from Creation and Dream, effectively their 'father' and 'grandfather'. Settling further in his seat, pulling his belled-sandals up to fold under him noiselessly.
'I have thought of it, some. My biggest concerns...would be that Kishara feel hurt somehow that I would offer up what she is unable, that Aris become mulish or upset at my presence though he has never been but kind when we have chanced to meet to now. Ah, I do wonder, was it often that Kishara and Aristogeiton were together? ' He imagined yes, but did want to clarify for knowing's sake.
Silence paused momentarily, fingers stretching a bit; he was comfortable here with both Revei and Creation and felt speaking so clearly as Harmodius wished was absolutely necessary for their relationship to bloom past it's current state.
'I am certain, were I to sit and speak with either as we are now, that all these fears would be lain to rest. Truly they are concerns that bear my though, but more than that they are ones easily remedied and hold very little worry for You.' Here he looked over at Revei, smiled and returned his gaze to Creation, 'I do not fear your Destruction aspect, only respect the power and potential there as I should. However, I wonder that He would feel venom toward Revei or Gianfar for also sharing. Destruction...seemed fond and wont to claim, to keep, for himself.'
Remebering the embrace shared once with Destruction, those tails like tentacles against his skin...the press and scent of brimstone; all told him that Destruction could be a very jealous God. Harmodius in Creation Aspect did not seem such, but what of his darker, darkling twin?
Yu chuffed softly; ears twitching as he listened to their discussion. He was quite pleased for Creation felt lighter to him, happier perhaps, to have the chance of being whole once more? "Lord, should Silence become Your Empress, as it were, what of my Sister Dragon? She is loyal unto Kishara, the Gaia - would she not remain so? She may not like a 'new' Empress." Valid concern, brought on as they were all talking of life cleft together, life merged and pressed into one. Of course...that also meant that he would be bound to protect Endiovar as well - Revei and Gianfar too?
Bah, he would forever tease his favorite Dirty, Grey Dove. Ivy "In the before...They were not very often in company, but they did not avoid company. They were on good terms, platonic...or maybe more appropriately they were like courtly lovers. He paid her great honor as a goddess, as the Empress of All, and wooed her in fashion as one may with great respect but no actual desire to bring the love to physicality. Her ways were not often ones of haste, of passionate glory and heroic striving, and his were. She appreciated him as women may such men of valor, with great amuse but also care that such a bright fire not be lost. He was a spark among us all, the dying one that did not die in truth, that could remember us and what we did and bring to us perspective when we lost it. "
"They met mostly at hours of labour, and his cheering her with jest and often at my expense."
"As for Destruction, the possibility of disappointment, no doubt anger, and yes, jealousy. But as much as we may be different, we are also one and the same, and will grow closer in truth. Your loves will be at no more danger for it than they would normally be of Destruction's whims and fancies."
Should balance be attained. The memories of that were as dreamlike, age-long weathered and worn as the memory of the Pantheon long ago, blessed and unbroken. Prox At His expense - Revei sat back, curling his wings around himself, frowning faintly. That was not something he might have expected. Or would he have? Kishara, he thought experimentally, quietly, reaching into himself for the shattered reflection of the being he had once been. Himself, as he was now, had no quarrel with the goddess, no opinion, even; he had not spoken with her enough, nor attended her. The distant, broken once-self ... that, faintly, reflected jealousy, bitterness. He huffed a soft sigh, remaining silent, half-disturbed. He was not who he had been. Proof enough of that. He thought of Gianfar, of Endiovar, soft touches and soft words, and calmed himself. "Be thou fair, and fairer," he said aloud. "Teasing is all well and good, but words that cut? Of that I am not proud." Sy 'Ah, then it is as I had thought, the relationship there.' And as he had been able to pull up from the vauge memories of past self and sensations. He smiled a little even as Revei withdrew momentarily, 'What woman does not wish to be courted and treated as one most precious?'
The statement about Gaia and Aristogeiton poking fun at Harmodius was an odd one; Revei was visibly disturbed by the thought - Endiovar not so much, but he could read more into it. Good-natured poking was fine, but words that cut or hurt? No, not at all. He did agree with Revei about that one; there was a big difference between joshing your lover and tearing him - or her - down hurtfully.
As for Destruction's potential to cause harm, well...it was reasuring to hear that they would be no more in danger than they would have been otherwise. Endiovar smiled at Harmodius and sent a bit of energy curling around Revei to comfort and reset his ease. 'And what of Your questions, have you any for us, Lord?' Like as not, but it would be good to offer. Ivy "You have between you and one other great love. Great enough to feel secure and to share further even. But that begs question in and of itself....I do not doubt your esteem or capability of esteem, Silence. Nor that of Dream. But you plainly purpose to return to each others arms in days to come, whether soon or late, even should silent rose become to me what this love is between all of you. Why then the courtship at all? What purpose for yourselves? I appreciate the desire to support me, to give to me council and help that you believe I deserve....but it becomes almost too simplistic a desire. One sided, and still ....ultimately reverence that holds me apart and excepted from simple companionship and love. "
"Pillar for support I have in my dragon throne, love I have from all the gods. What I do not have is one who will stand beside me. I need none who will acquiesce to desires of mine because they are mine..that I have in plenty. In the beginning, Gaia was bold and unafraid to strike me, to catalyze me from the thing I was before. You are very soft, fair and gentle, and you are fae and eager to tease or cause small mischief....in action and in words spoken or unspoken Endiovar. "
"I do not ask to be tamed, nor need binding as Destruction may, and while I do not know you well, indeed the truth for the need for courting...the longer we speak, the more uncertain it seems that it remains misunderstood by all who contemplate it: I need an equal in presence and will, as well as a lover. "
"So I ask you...why do you desire to be with me? Why does Revei support you in it? Do you believe yourself matched to this understanding? Do you intend to raise yourself to my equal as I require, or will you persist in holding yourself lower than myself...yet independent enough to keep a multitude of lovers? Illicit, not unpleasant, but neither a solution to the very conundrum you've observed some time ago. "
Prox There was the thought that had hovered untouched in his throat. To be an equal, for any to be an equal to Creation; part of him rejected the thought, but not all of him. To be met only with reverence and fear, to receive love, but the love of a dog to its master, must be frustration and loneliness. He had walked in his own realm, but received little enough assistance, little enough information, until he had hidden his nature in a cloak. Was that the way of it? He was ashamed. But Endiovar - perhaps the fair, pale god could understand better; for while Silence sometimes doubted himself, he had shown Revei a deep-rooted core of strength. Revei had his own sudden comprehension to digest and assimilate, but he could speak in support of his love and lover. "I shall use a cliche," he announced, looking up to meet Harmodius's gaze, holding his own as steady as he could. "The oak may be sturdy, but the willow shall weather the storm." Perhaps his own blind doggish love could become a respectable thing in time. Sy Sage words, true to form and true to the import of what was being discussed. Giddy schoolyard "love" was not necessary - by His very state, Harmodius received that and more. And what of himself? True that he was soft looking, fae and gentle. True also that he was wont to tease, to give and receive affection is such ways - ways that did not require any lasting relationship to deliver. Could he not simply do as he had, sit at Harmodius' feet and give such things without requiring Gianfar or Revei to open their arms so that Creation's would be filled? So very many things that could have been done on his end, without requiring lovers to share so that he might take another - when one thought in that manner, it did seem very much that Silence was more than a bit greedy...perhaps grasping too. There was nothing that would have stood against their simply enjoying each other, had that been Endiovar's true desire; thankfully that was not the case.
Endiovar's head lifted, his jaw set resolutely even as he focused piercing green eyes on Creation's own mismatched set. In a voice calling to mind the breathless anticipatory moment felt when watching an orchestra prepare to perform, after the baton rose but before the first note broke free, Endiovar spoke. "Please do not misunderstand me or my desires, my Lord. Far less am I interested in gracing your bed than wanting stand with you as a helpmate. Oh yes, it is as you say; I am soft, gentle and fae...eager to bring joy to those I hold dearly. But do not think that is all there is to me. It would be a terrible mistake to confuse my appearance with the strength of my will or heart."
That steady, level gaze did not waver; he did not want Creation to think that the gracious deference towards His person was the result of any weakness on his part but rather a show of the esteem and regard he held for the Twin Crown. Under the gentle exterior and warm smiles there lie strong resolve and steel; certainly Silence had stumbled and faltered before but he had learned and grown from it. Naturally, he was not without some trepidation (and fluttering butterflies dancing in his stomach) at being able to rise to being what Creation would need him to be as a helpmate, but neither was he quaking with fear at the very thought! Endiovar felt confident that he would be able to step-up and help the god before them if he were given the opportunity to do so.
"I know how I must seem to you, to all of the Pantheon, but so too do I know how I am, as does Revei. It is for this reason that he supports my coming to you as I have." Silence lowered his head and looked to Revei briefly; hand reaching out to touch in thanks of the support, a small smile playing across his lips before he returned his attention back toward Creation. "What do I wish? I can tell you that I have no wish to tame you, nor to bend eternally to your will. What I desire is but to stand with you, Harmodius...to stand with you and to ease the aching loneliness I have seen in you. But I do not want to force myself into such a position without being suited to it, without your support and approval."
'All I ask is that you take a chance to get to learn who I am past what you see in my face and form. I have confidence in myself...let me show you that you may do the same.'
He bowed his head finally, lashes lowered; Silence had spoken a great deal for one that preferred to not...add into that the twisting worry that Harmodius would be unmoved or unwilling to allow him to prove that he had within himself the ability to stand strong with the Eldest god.
Yu was pleased. Creation had said that he, Xia Lu Ling, was His support; so pleased was the bestial Dragon king that his long, furred and scaled tail curled loosely around Harmodius' ankle, twitching there in a manner that read as pleasure and pride to Silence. Pleasure at the unintentional praise to his person aside, Yu was watching Revei and Endiovar thoughtfully - taking their measure and taking in all that was being said. So, Gianfar's Silent lover was showing a bit more of his spine than he had previously...in his opinion, Endiovar wasn't overly soft - the blond had stood calmly on more than one occasion where Yu was being as threatening and intimidating as he could be (all in the name of getting some answers, really).
Still...what Creation needed in an Empress might just be too much for Silence. He didn't know, but there wasn't anything glaring jumping out at him with the thought of their "getting to know each other" more...hell, maybe Revei and Endi were right! Maybe Silence would prove to be just as strong as he wanted to think he was, maybe they would be pleasantly surprised and balance would be had between Aris and Endi and Harmodius. And if not, well...curly-haired godlings were not the only ones around, no where they?
Granted, Endiovar was one of the few gods around that knew Yu's fierce countenance really was an accurate representation of his temperament but also that he tended to be (mostly) fair and was also highly unlikely to eat another deity at this point. Ivy Then what was left but chance and to try? No proofs given, assurance offered was protest alone that the golden egg did contain chocolate. All were not inclined, nor able to remove emotion from the equation and rely on dry judgement and reason alone when it came to questions of highest personal judgement. It was foolish, in the end, to have asked it. Focus had been only on the preamble and exposition of the question, and not much to the meat of the query. "I have misspoken, you have my apologies."They were young, yet. Revei less so than his lover. This was a gifting, to them. A time of nervousness, of joy, perhaps of some worry and sorrow. The seats of medieval lords about a board, discussing troth and suitability with knit brows...that was not now. The answers, with such new creatures, would be discovered other ways and times. "Chance there is and will be. As you accept my courtship, so I accept yours, and the blessings of your companion feathers are proven."Prox And given all, courtship was not conclusion; a time of proving, of gentleness and stupidity, recklessness and caution. Paradox, but what was paradox if not the fabric of life itself? "Perhaps in time," he said quietly, reminded of foolishness and wisdom. "Be thou not too much afraid." He had spoken and acted flippantly, and perhaps that had done his point and cause harm. But he had done so out of excitement, of long habit and natural inclination. Perhaps he had come too much to rely on Silence's ability to read what lay beneath his riddling, teasing words. Could he speak more plainly? He was uncertain. Would he? Impossible to say. A korat slipped from inbetween dream and waking, responding to the tumult of its master's emotions. It leaped into Revei's lap, settled itself calmly in a ball of almost-feline fur, and stretched its neck to the side to n** sharply at the delicate skin in the crook of his elbow. "Ouch," Revei grumbled, and pushed the creature's head away from his arm, rubbing affectionately at the back of its head. "Cease distracting me, thou terrible thing." *Con't*
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:46 pm
...// PRP - Thoughts Like Flames (Con't) Syrie Reading Creation wasn't as easy as reading mortals, or even other gods, but it was still something that Silence could do: in Harmodius' face and form did he read a sort of wary worriedness, sadness and uncertainty. His answers - such as they were - had been unsatisfactory on the whole; was he thinking too plainly, in far too broad and basic terms? Thinking as a mortal would, with empty assurances that "things would work out" if Creation just let him have the chance. But how could any know that? Should Harmodius - should any of them - simply leave such an important thing to chance?
Endiovar rose to his feet with expression solemn and moved to stand directly before Creation, hands reaching out to touch His face. 'My responses have been lacking. I see and feel this in you. I do ask that a chance is taken, but not lightly...I would not ask you this if I thought I would fail.'
'I am strong of will and resolute though I do know to bend so as not to break.' Here his lips pulled into a bit of a smile, 'I did not give up on You when all that remained was that unholy egg...admittedly, it was love that prompted my asking Revei to reach inward, to touch whatever was left of you within the shell. And even after, when I spent so much energy holding Dream cottoned within myself to protect his Void-eaten mind, I waited by the chrysalis.'
So much more than just that: Yu could attest. Endiovar had spent nearly every moment with that shell - before and after Manacles were placed upon it - and when he had not been there, he'd been protecting Revei; once friend, now lover and beloved.
Perhaps his 'answer' now was no better than before, but he felt better having added in that much more even after Creation had agreed to give him the chance of trying. Silence leaned so that he might place a light kiss, a chaste kiss of thanks and affection, upon the corner of Harmodius' mouth. First one side, then the other.
The Dragon watched and listened thoughtfully; here was a Child - less one than he himself, but Yu was ignoring that point - that was offering himself, his love and his lovers, to Harmodius. Without any true reasoning as to why it was worth Creation's time to take the chance. But...Yu did know that Endiovar was strong of will and he easily remembered seeing the curly-haired god by the chrysalis nearly every single day (just as he himself was).
He snorted a bit to himself; if that was the only criteria, why...he should try for Empress himself! HA! Yu lowered his head and tucked up a bit; resting while listening - the Dragon King did not really want to watch Silence and Dream any longer. Nothing against either of them, but it was boring for Xia Lu Ling and the residue of the mana that had been crackling throughout his form had left him warm and sated, like after a meal. Definitely time to half-nap, cat-nap, until or unless Harmodius needed him.[/color Ivynian Stillness unnatural and like a statue as the god approached, listened and then was kissed. The stillness remained the few moments until the space had reappeared between them; the smaller god straightened from his lean. "Time will tell. "The panes of his eyes were more guarded now, and his expression stoic, whatever thoughts passed behind.
It is just as likely that I will be unsuited to you, as you to me, given closeness and opportunity to learn. Already we come to uncertainty and strong responses, and of my prompting. But chance is more than has ever been assumed and granted before. This is...if nothing else..it is a step towards progress.
"Is there time or manner best to.....call on you? As...suitor. " Syrie The unnatural stillness was like a dousing of chilled water but Endiovar didn't falter; Harmodius did not need to react or respond any certain way before or after pale hands left paler skin.
'Time and the state of Things.' Chastized without words spoken, Silence returned to sit near unto Revei; reading the unspeak of peoples and things came natural but also came with prices: many did not appreciate having words, thoughts and intent read so easily by another - they closed down, closed up, just as Harmodius had done.
Here again was a sign of how vastly different, how far apart they truly were yet. With time, Endi believed that would change. Currently, it had him feeling somewhere between a bumbling child and a spurned lover (or just one that had given a gift only to have the intended hate it). [+25 exp towards a level in Getting to Know Harmodius, the "Real Life Simulation"?] Silence smiled yet, reading more from Creation as the Eldest opened to him, purposeful. Communicating.
'If that should be our ending I will seek endlessly until a more suitable helpmate is located.' And he would beg Rio's aid - who better than Love?
The best time to seek him out? 'Many an afternoon I spend in the Library, working to restore it to a shadow of what it once was. Best to come early or late, unless you would rescue me from dust and paper debris.' Not that he would have minded that much! Endiovar spent many an hour and day toiling away within the massive, near-endless space that was Gianfar's beloved labyrinthine lair; he and Revei with many 'volunteers': Akakios, Priya, Rio's half-blooded werewolfin daughter, Adi and any number of servants. Beyond that, his time was fluid, his itenerary changing from moment to moment at whim or whimsy.
'Of a morn, I can be found in the once-private rooms given so long ago that I now share.' The curly-haired god paused, looking to Revei thoughtfully and then back to Harmodius. 'If nothing else, your Pillar is an excellent predator...he would find me most easily.' Ivynian "I worry of sending him to retrieve the living, lest they end up less so by the time they are prizes dropped at my feet. "But he put a hand back into a haunch where fur yet remained,
"Though I jest, noble five claws. My faith in you is unwavering."He moved forward, shifting to stand and then bow, "Then I will seek you....as you say. This gift of chance is one I may never be able to repay. Faith, regard...understanding...and all in the stead of better and more stable suitor already to hand in Dream and Knowledge. The kindness and courage...it is something to consider long and hard. Please....feel free to stay as long as you like. Enjoy the gardens, relax...explore. "He did not know if it was a seamless transition to excuse himself, but it was at least true. They were welcome. And he had a great deal to think about. Alone had his steps been for Ages, and here in a passage of short time that had changed. To be courted and to court. It had been long. And how did one court a silent love? Worse, one who already had two hearts close bound enough to need neither word nor guidance to provide all that was needed for comfort or excitement when with them. Was it daunting? .
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He thought it was. Daunting and new. He should be excited, though. He needed to think. He turned and was gone. ~Fin~
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:28 pm
...// Solo - The Waiting After -reserved for thoughts/reactions regarding conversation with Harmodius and Revei and how he needed to bring more of his past-incarnation's stiff spine back into THIS life; bending always wasn't the best thing. GROW SOME BALLS, ENDI-
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:29 pm
-reserved for thoughts/reactions regarding the upcoming celebration!! [basically a GD intro]-
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:31 pm
All pre-arranged, and he within the comforting yet barely-there embrace of fabric; sheer and nearly weightless. Bared hands and feet, wrists and ankles adorned with bells who's chiming would reach no ears; not even His. The God of Silence pulled upon all the knowledge from his host's years as a dancer; the lithe beauty of his body, that face and form once so soft...so delicate yet full of power and promise.
The body of a youth. The boy-turning-man's form, housing that Silent God no longer held chained by flesh sweetly weakened with mortality. Now, before the revelers, a hush fell; Echo's beautiful fingers trembling over the strings of her instrument like lovers caresses only Nergali had known; touches bringing notes pure and sweet light a symphony of passionate sighs; beginning to end - from first heatedtouch to the last, shuddering cry.
It was nothing, this that she drew from her strings: a means to an end as others joined her upon a lower dias: a demon of Ice weilding a lute-like instrument, a young child holding a block and stick...another with a small array of bells. A trio of demons settled down, two with tightly skinned drums, another holding an object much like a recorder or a flute only far more exotic. But it was Echo's music that calmed the masses; Silencing the room as surely as if he himself had enveloped all present within a cloak of un-sound.
Silence, for once, was not what Endiovar wished; not now. Lights, made quickly and borrowed briefly - or small creatures that held a gentle glow), gently swirled around the God's statue-stilled form; his eyes were closed. Nothing moved but the soft billowing of the sheer fabric held oh-so-lightly between elegant fingertips caused by the soft breathing of those present.
Led by Echo a slow beat arose; softly dancing here and there, establishing itself in each ear, taming and teasing; taunting all to listen, to watch. Following the established rhythm, letting the body that had once lived and died for such a performance have free reign, Endiovar moved; arms slowly moving with the iridescent cloth attached at finger and wrist now that he'd released his hold on it. To the music, twisting, turning and spinning a story was told - familiar or unfamialar a story came to life in Endiovar's limbs, in the way he held each line of his body...with his expression. The very fiber of his being stretching outward...out out outward to cover All to, touch and thrum with...to bring the world into the story as surely as it truly had been.
Destruction. Gehenna. He danced of their Lord's downfall with bend and stretch, each gesture of his face and form framing the despair and anguish All had felt...of the Weeks and their utter devistation. A twist here, a leap there bespoke of Samyaza, of Arctang's injury...of Gaia, bleeding and helpless...of the vicious, gallant Yu Five Claws, still more beast than God taking over military command...of Tlac, the great centaur giving chase and being turned back - unable to rise from the ground as Samyaza did.
The shimmering colors of his costume shifted and rolled colors like a glorious butterfly or beetle carapace; emotion and light and sound melding and mixing to draw all into the dance, into the Story. Red cloth ran like blood, gold spun itself around his bared torso, around the silken leggings, holding the Terrible Void-beast, Gehenna within.
Endiovar danced of Phaedra, of Jin Huang...of the brave souls that sought out Aristogeiton for balance. He wept openly as the music turned darkling, sorrowful - for Lucious' demise. Universe eaten with no mercy. Silence gave everything he knew and felt, blind but for the music and the emotions spinning out and away from him. Whatever pain may have come from doing such, he accepted it with open arms; the emptiness in his chest and the darkness above - no lights, just shimmering, inky black silk coming attached to his leaping, swirling body.
It was not the end, however; Silence's dance went fully forward, musicians playing with, along and with as much energy and feeling as the God dancing before them all. With that expressive dancer's body, Endiovar led them through the rebirth of Creation: his first naked moments, vestments of somber grey given freely from Nergali...the child-like wonder borne into All hearts that existed to beat; beating in unison for however briefly they did, but with Him.
One more day, did he dance for; just one more to dance to: The Festival. Endi danced of love and joy and forgiveness and hope and every other emotion held within each fiercly beating breast. No matter what the Grigori wanted of them, wanted to take of them...he danced in rejection of their ideals; danced to save it all...this unexplored horizon newly come back to them. Endiovar's body shone with sweat, his muscles twitching from exhertion as he lept, finally, as though to say "I am not afraid to fall...we will save it All."
After a pause during which only Echo's instrument would be heard, softly calling the heady, strongly-beating hearts back to calm, Endiovar danced slowly once more; movements just so; calm, calculated...so that he would end with his body bowed on the marble, covered by his nearly-invisible wings, his face covered with sheer material so none would see how his chest heaved.~Fin~ Responses to the Dance:Meepfur Tori had been a little hesitant, at first, to attend the celebrations, being unaccustomed to crowds, but it hadn't been terribly difficult to sway her into coming. She had been promised that she would find something to enjoy, that there was not only company and food, but there was likely to be music as well...and she did so love music. She was a Song Mage, after all, so there was nothing she loved better than music. It was a part of her, integral and dear, and dancing was a close cousin.
So when she'd heard that a god would be dancing, accompanied by no less than the Goddess of Music, how could she not have come to watch? The brightly-colored pard had slipped through the crowd - without shoving, of course, she wasn't that forward - to get as close as she could, pulling in her wings so as not to obscure anyone else's view. And she had watched and listened, transfixed, until it was finished. Only then did she really notice the fine details of the dancer's appearance, his pale pale skin and fascinatingly translucent wings. Tori applauded with the rest of the audience, but when most seemed to move off, she lingered in quiet appreciation.
She was not bold enough to speak to such beings without first being spoken to, but surely they wouldn't mind if she just...stayed and admired. Perhaps, since they were gods, they would even like it, that touch of devotion as she moved to kneel gracefully.((Tori! Except she wears clothes.)) Zero Dream Endiovar had come to her with an offer she simply couldn't refuse, really, through at first it had seemed strange. Through stranger still had been seeing him fully reborn for the first time - she'd been an hair's breath for mistaking him for Ankou until she caught herself.
Strange, that.
But of course she would help. How could she refuse something like this ? So, Music had followed Silence this day, an apparently mis-matched pair, bare feet wandering through the tall grass.
Echo has carried no instrument with her. There was no mortal-made instrument that could even come close to bear the brunt of her full power. The harp might have... But no.
Music had played her wings, watching over her accompaniments with a gentle smile. Watched Silence dance with obvious approval - she was not Dance, but it did not mean she did not appreciate the art.
On the contrary.
She remained silent, beside her playing, until the song was done, and then she saw her. The teal-furred woman, who bowed. There was a flutter here... "Hello." She said, simply, her voice soft. Syrie After the music faded and his breathing returned to a steady rhythym only a small number of the once-large crowd remained; some stayed behind to offer their appreciation for his dance, for Echo's skillful leadership of the musicians...others stayed for reasons that Endiovar would only have known if he had asked or read them (he did try not to 'read' the unspoken without permission, as it was something akin to mind-reading: discomfitting to think there was someone - God or otherwise - that could see what you didn't want seen).
Endiovar spoke with the musicians, thanking them for their work and giving them leave to disband whenever it suited them. Echo would get a hug of thanks and an appreciative squeeze of her hands; her aid had been key and oh-so-appreciated. 'Thank you, Echo...your playing was, as always, a joy to experience.' A pale-haired girl approached, reaching out to touch Silence's arm briefly before bowing to him. Her smile brought a smile to his lips and he touched her cheek in a fatherly manner; something that pleased her very much. Before she left, she courtsied to Echo and then slipped away - too much attention she did not want, but to give her thanks, voiceless but vibrantly open in face and form, was absolutely wanted.
Echo's voice, soft and soothing, brought a shift of his attention onto a smallish female with wings - a Pard? - who was kneeling in devotion, appreciation. "Rise, child. You are most welcome here." Endiovar reached out with one pale, elegant hand to aid in Tori's rise, his lips curved into that same gentle smile he'd offered to the voiceless blond. Meepfur The young pard lifted her head, partially startled by the acknowledgement and partially unsure what to do with it. She wanted it, yes, wanted to know this god and goddess - especially the latter - but there was that quiet, internal battle fought by all the shy between want to be known and want to be not. Want to be heard, and uncertainty as to what would come of it, made keener by the nature of those she knelt before.
But after long moments, she accepted the hand of Silence, his help in rising, and returned his smile with a small one of her own. Her gaze slid to the goddess, and the smile brightened further, but her tail and ears still twitched in nervous time to each other.
"That was..." soft-voiced, she searched for a fitting word. "Amazing." A slight frown pulled at her expression, annoyance with herself. No, that word was not enough.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:32 pm
-Synopis to Come with End of ORP-
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:49 pm
Zero Dream His master was resting, that much he knew. He also knew that his brother would see to anything he might need, in any way he possibly could.
And yet...
Yet Harmodius would likey enjoy the company of another of His kings. And if he found himself disturbing anything, he could simply turn back. Little thing to justify what was, deep down, only the need to see his master.
And so, he did.
He was wearing the purple and silver outfit that his host has worn after having been deemed a prophet by her people, adjusted by Lindita to take account for wings and tail, bare feet brushing along the stone paths of the garden as he headed toward Harmodius' personal chambers, where he figured both master and brother might be. The fact that he was wearing a skirt - elaborate and pretty as it was - did not bother the dragon in the least.
At least, he stopped before the door and, without hesitation, knocked. Syrie Unexpected as it may have been, the face that greeted Yu's Brother-Dragon belonged to the God of Silence, Endiovar. Creation remained where he rested, atop the darkly plush Xia Lu Ling, as Endi's pale face opened in a warm smile of welcome.
"Welcome, Dragon King. You are looking quite well, please, do come in. Harmodius will be pleased to see you." Of that, he was quite sure; Creation did so love his Dragons! Among all of His 'children' they had been most favored Before and were once more sliding into such an exalted status with scale, fang and claw. Once the visiting Dragon had stepped inside, wings and tail clearing the doorway, Endiovar would close up once more before leading the purple-decked god along the footpath that lead back to Creation.
Chimes called softly and all manner of exotic life surrounded; flora and fauna alike. It was beautiful, so very beautiful, and also quite familiar to Silence; he could have left Xun to traverse the space on his own - to approach his resting Lord without escort, but Endiovar wasn't the sort to gesture in some vague direction when he could easily accompany the other. Zero Dream Definitively not who he'd been expecting, no ! But seemingly pleasant nonetheless. He'd seen this god around, but not known much of him just yet. Well, perhaps it was time to remedy such thing ?
"Thank you." He offered with a nod of the head. "Silence, was it ? I believe we have crossed paths, but not properly met. I am Ti-Lung, Xun Jiang."
At second glance, perhaps Endiovar's presence here wasn't so surprising - hadn't he kept quite close to Creation at the remaking of the sky, after all ?
Hmmm... Ivynian The pillar was really wonderfully soft when he had a mind to be. While Zhijian was in all technicality his steed, it was turning out that Yu had been thrust into the role of walking fainting lounge. Duncan had gotten a good laugh in conversation of this observation, calling him “the Sofa King instead of a Dragon King” some hours ago. Apparently that lent itself to some other joke that Creation wasn’t quite privy to yet. He was contemplating asking Endiovar about it, having no energy himself to spend on the dissemination of self or consciousness to come to the answer himself. What occupation had been taking up the time since the mortal’s departure and silence’s arrival was unapparent. Just the same, Creation remained stretched along the length of the Pillar, as though the beast were a tiger and the both of them in some old fantasy illustration. He was experiment with the the differences in rumbles given by the dragon based on where in the fluff and scales he scritched his own claw-like nails. “Whom was calling?”He hadn’t looked up, assuming on hearing return of steps that Endiovar was returning from the door. Syrie "It is good to place a name to a familiar face, Dragon King Xun Jiang." Walking with Ti-Lung, the Silence god was afforded another long look at Creation lounging upon his "throne"; the pillar didn't seem to mind and had happily played the sofa to his Master for some time now.
"The Dragon King Ti-Lung, Xun Jiang." Endiovar couldn't help but smile at the way Creation was playing with Yu Five Claws. It was amazing how something so brutish and bestial could be reduced to rumbling purrs and other soft, felid sounds. Endiovar returned to his place near Harmodius after introducing Xun Jiang.
As likely to get up and move as the sofa that Duncan had jokingly referred to him as, Yu's ears did perk when he heard his sibling's voice speaking with Endiovar, but he was rather quickly distracted by the delightful scritching being given to him by Harmodius. Glorious scritches! A world of rumbles, purrs and near-purrs blossoming from within the Dragon King's massive chest; one might have been surprised at just how many different tonal variations could come from Xia Lu Ling...if one could get past being utterly terrified of him, that was!
"Brother Xun." One blue eye opened to look at his purple-clad sibling; tail swishing slowly once, then twice, to show his pleasure at reuniting once more, but that was all - the rest of his being was devoted to Creation. Zero Dream "It is I, my Lord." He said as he took the last few steps that lead him to his beloved Master, smile breaking free easily. Oh, Yu... ! Certainly it would be hard for anyone to fear the emblem pillar if they ever saw a sight like this. That his focus remained Him was perfectly natural, and Ti Lung only nodded at the greeting.
"I thought you might enjoy some company, today." He nodded. "Even if it seems that the thought has occurred in others, as well."
Silence's presence did not bother the dragon, not really. Clearly the pale god was here because he was allowed to be, especially with his brother being present.
Another smile took form when Xia Lu let out another low purr, definitively amused. Lucky dragon king, right there. Maybe one day he would be the one to recieve such attention... And really, he'd probably be little more than putty in the Crown's hands, as well.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:54 pm
Word Count: 2,114 (Endi) // 1,040 (Enekpe)
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:58 pm
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