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 Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 11:04 pm
It was becoming harder to slip out on his own - Xenotime had meant it when she said she wanted to accompany him, but fortunately she could not be there all the time. Which was good, because there were things he had to do that she had no need to know about. An encounter with someone on the side of Order, for instance, was far less likely to be pleasant if she was breathing down his neck.
A Super Senshi's aura was a thing of interest - someone of equal rank, and he was more confident in his capability to handle himself if things went south. His hope was that they would not, but no reason to not be prepared.
A few skips over rooftops carried him to where the aura originated from.
He couldn't decide if he wished he hadn't found it, or if he was glad he had, because he knew the blond senshi standing there.
"Aegir?" He asked. He felt something tighten in his chest. Here was the man who had saved his life when he was first Awakened - who he had repayed by corrupting. To say he felt guilty was a vast understatement.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 7:35 pm
Looking over the city, Aegir sipped at a bottle of water and contemplated what to do next; about that point he felt the familiar crawl along his senses that indicated the Negaverse was afoot. Capping his drink, the curly-haired senshi felt the approach of someone with a similar power level as his, and turned to watch. The officer before him seemed oddly familiar, but Aegir couldn't really place him - clearly though, the other knew him. So perhaps it will just be a talk, rather than a fight. Good, I'm in no mood to swap blows."That'd be me. And you are?" Aegir flashed the captain a bit of a smile, still holding onto his water bottle, "You'll have to forgive me, I'm not always so good with names." This wasn't exactly true..but it wasn't a complete lie either. The glamour magic they all seemed to come with occasionally caused problems and it was easier to pretend he just forgot names than to put forth the idea of not knowing someone because of their magically augmented everything.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 1:37 am
Ashanite ran a hand through his bangs, pushing them back. It was interesting that Aegir didn't recognize him, but then, he hadn't been at Ploutonion's corruption, hadn't watched him be remade. So maybe there was something interfering.
"It's, ah," the Captain swallowed, "you knew me as Ploutonion. Before I was corrupted." Make it simple, make it easy, and then he could wonder why he felt like he knew Aegir better than his meager powered memories suggested. Perhaps they had been friends, in his lost other life. That would be both tragic and slightly ironic.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 6:09 am
I know him--. The gesture, the tilt of head in calculation or though...the set of shoulders. It was familiar enough - and then the long haired captain spoke up, clarifying, and everything came crashing together like a sucker punch to the gut. Aegir's smile fell, the colour draining from his face, water bottle dropping unnoticed from his hands and off the roof to clatter below as one broken sounding word came out. "You--" No. No no. Oh Rhys...He'd known - of course he'd known, Nadia and Lorne had told him about Ploutonion, neither knowing about their past but wanting to share a group hurt - but there was a bit of disconnect between knowing a thing and seeing it. The blond scrambled to his feet, reaching for the captain without care that his sudden movements could be construed as violence save for the tormented, hurting expression on his face; his reach further than one might think of someone his size. "Plou-- Rhys--." Aegir stopped himself not from trying to put hands on his once-friend, but from making the mistake of thinking that even though he'd been forcibly corrupted and ripped from their group, that he wasn't capable - or willing - to divulge personal information to his superiors. Once upon a time, the curly haired senshi wouldn't have thought in those terms...but he'd long since learnt at least somewhat better. That didn't preclude his clinging to the captain and crying about what they'd lost. "I'm so sorry."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:12 am
Yes, okay, definitely they had known each other, and known each other well, and Ashanite felt a stab of guilt for the pain his deception - his choice to leave these people behind - had caused. His eyes widened slightly as the Senshi practically leapt forward to throw arms around him, and he might have been afraid but for that pained, heartbroken expression.
He opened his arms, instead, catching Aegir into a tight hug and trying to keep from breaking down himself. There was something there, some tangle of emotions that he could not - would not - sort out, not here, and it twisted just a little bit tighter at the broken way Aegir said his old name. He knew it, distantly, from old IDs pulled out of his wallet, but that wasn't the same.
"It's not your fault," he said, gently, "it's - it's no one's fault but my own, I..." He sighed. "I talked too much and protected myself too little, and by the time I realized I'd stepped into something beyond my ability to save myself, it was too late." True enough, really.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:05 pm
Being caught in his once-friend's arms was nice in a way Aegir wasn't going to think about; there was always a rightness in being physically affectionate with his team - apparently that didn't stop just because one party had been corrupted. His face ended up against bare chest, but Ashanite would just have to deal with the dampness, the hard press of skin and tiara, the softness of curls because Aegir wasn't going to let go. "We should've been with you-- I should've insisted." Sorrow bled through every ash-flavoured, guilt-edged word; there was the unspoken to what the senshi said: I was your leader. I was in charge. I failed you. And it choked, cloying as Axe body spray on a teenager. "Mont Blonc and Methone told me. They came, hurt, after..." But they didn't know I knew you outside the magic, it was so hard to hear.Even with the adrenaline of rediscovering the man formerly known as Rhys and the flood of emotions that came with having failed him horribly, Aegir could hear a small voice in the back of his head - it sounded an awful lot like Quenton, if he thought about it - screaming that he was too close to someone that could yank his star-seed, that he was being a goddamned idiot for putting himself in such a vulnerable position. But still he stayed, arms tightly around Ashanite's middle, fingers digging into muscle as though if he only held tight enough, it might erase what had happened, erase the taint of chaos and bring Ploutonion back, bring Rhys back. But of course Aegir knew it wasn't so simple - you lost part of yourself when you were corrupted. This wasn't the same man he'd known before...and never would be. This was someone new, with a new name and identity. Which he didn't know. "What do I even call you, now?" Words tripped over, thick and fuzzy. Muffled as the blond lifted his head and fought syllables past tears. Noir Songbird All aboard the heartbreak express, whoo whoo!
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 10:35 pm
Ashanite made a tiny, pained noise, hand coming up to gently stroke Aegir's hair. He barely noticed the press of metal tiara to bare chest -- much more painful was the vise in his chest, made of guilt and self-hatred, squeezing around his heart. He had done this, he had caused this, had broken down someone who cared about him, and he was making it worse by continuing this terrible deception.
"No one could have stopped it," Ashanite said, very quietly. "I..." That was even worse, to know Mont Blonc and Methone had been injured on his behalf. He hadn't seen them during the battle itself, too tangled in his pitched fight with Umber, but now he knew and...damn.
He really was the worst kind of monster.
He swallowed. Best to rip off the bandaid, at least for the name. "Ashanite." He said, very quietly. "I tried, for a while, to use the old name, but...it isn't right, anymore." He sighed, moving the hand from Aegir's hair to his cheek, thumb moving to swipe at some of the tears. "God, I'm sorry. You...you really aren't responsible for what happened to me, alright?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 11:28 pm
Small comforts taken in the weight of Ashanite's hand over his curls, the solid chest he was pressed to, the obvious way grief were shared. Small comforts were all that could be found with the situation being what it were; there would be no easy resolution, no 'fix' that didn't destroy more - no comfort for the hurts known, never mind those that were unknown. Aegir thought back to the raw skin, the bruises; his beloveds battered and demoralized and aching from the loss of their comrade and friend and bit back a sob; it didn't help, hearing there was nothing he could have done. He knew there wasn't, logically. But that didn't matter, didn't stop the guilt or the rawness that choked away his voice. Ashanite. It suited this bare-chested agent of chaos better than Ploutonion, that was for certain; Aegir echoed Ashanite's sigh and let him wipe at his tears while trying to summon a smile in thanks for the reassurance being given. "Maybe not. But maybe I could have done more. I wasn't even there when you needed me most." The super senshi lifted up on tip toes to kiss Ashanite's cheek, "I'm so sorry...it must have been awful." "Is there anything...I can do? To help you now?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 12:58 am
Never did Ashanite's lies weigh on him more than they did when it was to the team he could have had. Sometimes he wondered, if he'd really let them embrace him, if he might have made a different decision.
It was too late for that, now.
"Aegir," Ashanite said gently, "even if you had been there, you just would have been hurt too," his voice was soft, and he found himself flushing lightly at the kiss pressed to his cheek. "It...was painful. And frightening. But I'm alive." As if that was all that mattered. As if everything he was feeling could be bottled up like that.
It could be. It had to be. That was the only option. Bottle it up, shove it down, pretend. Conceal, don't feel, as the Disney movie went.
"Now?" He gave Aegir a wan smile. "Just being here is more than I could have asked for," he said, softly. "So thank you."
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 6:23 am
Yes, he was alive - and really, that did matter. Because as long as he was alive there was hope. Not for Rhys, no...after everything he'd been through and all he'd seen and done, Aegir knew that the man he'd known once was well and truly gone, but whomever Rhys was now...he could become someone better. Happier. Free of the Negaverse - free to love and live out from under the shadow of Chaos, the taint that made his aura grate across Aegir's nerves even as he wanted to embrace him again. "I don't care what you're calling yourself now, what they call you...you will always be family and I will always be here for you when you need me."
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