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A graceful landing outside the house it would not be, a flurry of flame and pieces of a home shattered flying about as the fight was disrupted. Standing just inside the new doorway to the living room Tor stumbled and leaned against a wall, the two great wings extending behind him, but only to a degree. The left wing seemed complete, but the right lacked a great deal of its former span. It was no longer a part of him, gone.

As he stumbled down the hall Shar came up beside him, the shadows letting his form came into being, "It hurts, doesn't it?" He got a blade through the face, though it would do no harm. As the Phoenix Feather retracted he spoke again, "I'll stand by you, even so. She is ingrained in your mind, body, and soul, and in turn, myself." Torment nodded solemly as he stopped before the alcove, touching his hand to the pad on the floor as a surge of energy passed through him, linking him to the great rift. He'd glance through to the last location, draw forth strength to return his own and aid his Brother, before he vanished from sight.

Torment had retreated to his closet once more, but not without a hint of reluctance. His mind was racing with thoughts of what had only been a single day to him. That mask...he couldn't explain it worth a damn, and wasn't sure if he fully wanted to. His mind leaped back and forth between the mask and his love that stood just beyond the doors across from hi, seperated by much more than a simple wooden construction.

It hadn't felt the same...more like when he was naught but a soul, but nowhere near as lacking. Hell, he hadn't even intended on returning home for more than a split second as the pad transfered them, but he had been able to play it off well enough. He had wanted to take them to Elysium once again, but lacked the ability. It had been hours, and despite the taxing events that had occured just beyond the doors upon which his eyes were set, he shouldn't be feeling as weak as he was.

Tor glanced up to the door as the sound of his wife's voice filtered through, then back down at his nude form. No ammount of magic he seemed to be able to muster could force his wardrobe to clothe him by itself, so he resigned himself to doing it the old fassioned way. Slowly he rose, calling out to her, "Just a minute."

As odd as it may seem, without magic to aid him, Torment was at a loss as to where a majority of his clothing was stored aside from shirt and pants, which were hanging all around him. A few of the drawers nearby only held socks...in the range of millions. He couldn't help but wonder why in the hell he had so many socks. With another resigned sigh he grabbed a pair of generic cargo pants from one side, the pockets containing all spell components he'd need for the day by default. Slipping them on he was careful not to damage anything while zipping up. A shirt would be grabbed from a nearby hangar to be slipped on as he walked, but he wouldn't button it.

The door to the closet slowly opened as he stepped forth, the unbuttoned shirt billowing of its own accord as he moved, his quick pace making it dance around his sides, giving life to the pattern of a phoenix upon the back that matched the one etched into his back, though the one on the cloth seemed different, the firebird was weeping. His hair was a dissheveled mess, the two white wings lost within the ashen forest. He managed a weak smile as his eyes fell upon her, "Yes, my love?"

Tor seemed confused for a brief moment before shaking his head, "Its nothing, couldn't find a pair of boxers is all, these pants aren't being kind." He tried to manage a better smile as he stepped forward to draw her into an embrace, "Now come on, tell me whats up."

Had his wings graced his form at that moment he would have likely pulled them around the pair, he enjoyed such seclusion, even if it offered no privacy in their own home. His confusion matched hers before she spoke, when he smiled and laughed a bit, "You really expected them to be drastically different?" He knew what she meant, but he still found it amusing, a bit of cheer he could use.

Torment let out a sigh as his smile faded, his hands trailing over her body to rest on the point where the bullet had made its exit. His hand did not remain idle, traling over it as if he were tracing were the breaks in the skin had been, obvious sadness in his eyes at remembering the sight, "It...it doesn't matter now. Its healed, and thats what matters."

Torment held her close, hands rising up her back as he stiffled the tears that wanted to sneak their way out with the memories. His head fell slightly to rest against hers, "You don't have to be sorry...it was...unexpected, I know."