from everything to nothing just like that.

[airily]

Who: Zaveid and Eizen
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Blameless
When: After the shuffle

[ He's spoken to Sorey. He's spoken to Mikleo. He's hidden away and tried to face all of this by himself, to pretend as though it's not happening - but it's not that simple. It's not like he can just shrug it all off and let himself act as though he's okay, because he knows he's not. Nothing is going to be okay because Eizen is here and the very last thing Zaveid can remember is seeing him fall and die, hearing the death rattling roar of a dragon as it's life left him.

You did the right thing, Sorey. Don't be so hard on yourself.

Don't worry, I'm sure he's satisfied with the outcome.

It was easy to say it when the decades were finally over and there was nothing but peace. It's harder with reality bearing down on him like a lead weight. He has to force himself to shrug it off, had to force himself to breathe and try to come to terms with it all; he had to go and deal with this. He had to go and face Eizen. He needs to... Push forward, through the pain and the hurt. Through the losses of Dezel, of Mikleo, of Eizen, all of whom have come back to him. ]

I'm coming.

[ It's easy to find out what ship he'd ended up on and Zaveid is used to the shuttles now. It's less easy to step over the threshold, to direct it, to get off, to walk... It feels like there's a weight in his shoes, and he stops, waiting in the shuttle bay, crossing his arms and tilting his head up to stare at the metal above him. The air is almost oppressive here and it makes him feel disgusting, suffocating but... He has to do this.

He has to try. ]

Comments

[rockily]

[ And it's difficult for Eizen not to think about the thousand years of history he has yet to experience standing right in front of him. Questions sit on the edge of his mind constantly being pushed back, buried, brushed aside for more immediate problems - but they are there, an itch he almost desperately wants to scratch. He wants to know and doesn't at the same time, torn between blissful ignorance and confirmation of creeping, dark thoughts.

It was going to happen eventually.

With a scoff he watches Zaveid talk, his shoulders rising in a too casual shrug, he feels irritation sink it's claws into his throat. He's dodging, of course he is. There is things there he doesn't, or wont, want to talk about. Fine, he can have his secrets. ]

It's not like they'd believe you anyway.

[ If he survived the thousand years he's likely become as legendary as the Five Lords, present though no one was truly certain he existed. No one would believe him even if he had gone around telling them about Laphicet, the young malak he had been before he become Maotelus. The kid they took in, they cared for, they helped learn how to be his own person. ]

Yeah, it does. [ Eizen sighs, looking away. ] But I won't make you tell me.

[ Not today. Maybe later after he has met this Shepherd face to face and assessed his worth, maybe then he'll ask Zaveid's reason. And maybe then he'll tell him. ]

[airily]

[ Zaveid might be talking to him, actually discussing things, but he's still dancing around the truth. There's no way he can talk to Eizen about how he became a dragon, his end, the horrors and the dangers and the threat he posed to Edna, the malevolence that Maotelus was surrounded by, the suffering they'd all gone through... He just doesn't have the words, and there's a burst of agony and hurt in his chest that he can't fight back.

He doesn't want to be here. Even as he shrugs and laughs and play acts he can feel the tension in his shoulders, the urge to turn and run in a whirlwind of power and artes. He can't look Eizen in the eye and he doesn't stare him in the face - he glances away and he laughs and he shrugs to distract attention from how obviously uncomfortable he is. ]

Hey, I've got a trustworthy face! Don't be so cruel so soon, Eizen...

[ A hand on his chest is easy; it's like playing the part of someone else. Someone that Eizen knew, once, hundreds of years ago - someone happier, maybe, freer. It's not the person he is now, and Zaveid is still learning to balance that part of himself. He's still growing, even with how old he stands right now.

Huffing a noise, he shakes his head. ]

You'll get to know him. He's not gonna give you a choice.