[ The harsher part of treatment is over, and it's back to the softer, more soothing movement. Caster takes some more of that oil, to make sure the tension know is gone. He runs his hands down Enkidu's spine and back, tapping his fingers against their skin as if playing an instrument.
Who he is to tell Enkidu how to live? Or anyone else. On the other hand, a druid's role is to guide— guiding sometimes requires lectures. It's an art to figure out where it's time for that. ]
You ask a heavy question [ He hums thoughtfully ] I didn't want to Bond with someone I didn't feel a connection with, so it took time. Before that I did the best I could, staving the magic off in different ways— expelling or giving away where I could. Yes, through pleasure too.
[ It's efficient. It's fun. And it is a form of connection in the world that thrives on them. He is still open to helping others in this way, even if he is stabilized by both Lex and Archer. ]
Eventually, I found them, and I've taken initiative. [ A tough decision, back in those magic-muddled days some of the really negative feelings took hold, mostly irrational and blinding. Including a sad, selfish wish to find someone, or maybe be found by someone who would want to Bond with him. ] They're both are like a warm presence, always coiled somewhere beyond my heart. I belong to them, and they belong to me. So yes, it is a lasting one and it gives me a purpose. I'm glad I took that step then, even if I had no true idea what I signed for.
[ Lex was already a friend, a fellow warrior— a survivalist, adaptable and strong. Someone to admire and to trust. Archer was a harder case, less about similarities and more about how they complement their strengths and cover each other for their weaknesses. Yet he still partially can understand the sadness behind the stubborn loneliness. The need for it to be perfect. The need to truly Bond. Cú didn't have just One Friend, but the circle of his loved ones weren't as wide as some would think. A handful of names that truly made him alive. But nostalgia over loves long lost can turn into a poisonous melancholy.
Cú's hands travel to Enkidu's slender neck, press behind their ears, leaving the warmth and lavender scent. He leans down once again to gently brush away the long hair. ]
Tell me Enkidu. Would your friend want to see you waste away without him?
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Who he is to tell Enkidu how to live? Or anyone else. On the other hand, a druid's role is to guide— guiding sometimes requires lectures. It's an art to figure out where it's time for that. ]
You ask a heavy question [ He hums thoughtfully ] I didn't want to Bond with someone I didn't feel a connection with, so it took time. Before that I did the best I could, staving the magic off in different ways— expelling or giving away where I could. Yes, through pleasure too.
[ It's efficient. It's fun. And it is a form of connection in the world that thrives on them. He is still open to helping others in this way, even if he is stabilized by both Lex and Archer. ]
Eventually, I found them, and I've taken initiative. [ A tough decision, back in those magic-muddled days some of the really negative feelings took hold, mostly irrational and blinding. Including a sad, selfish wish to find someone, or maybe be found by someone who would want to Bond with him. ] They're both are like a warm presence, always coiled somewhere beyond my heart. I belong to them, and they belong to me. So yes, it is a lasting one and it gives me a purpose. I'm glad I took that step then, even if I had no true idea what I signed for.
[ Lex was already a friend, a fellow warrior— a survivalist, adaptable and strong. Someone to admire and to trust. Archer was a harder case, less about similarities and more about how they complement their strengths and cover each other for their weaknesses. Yet he still partially can understand the sadness behind the stubborn loneliness. The need for it to be perfect. The need to truly Bond. Cú didn't have just One Friend, but the circle of his loved ones weren't as wide as some would think. A handful of names that truly made him alive. But nostalgia over loves long lost can turn into a poisonous melancholy.
Cú's hands travel to Enkidu's slender neck, press behind their ears, leaving the warmth and lavender scent. He leans down once again to gently brush away the long hair. ]
Tell me Enkidu. Would your friend want to see you waste away without him?
[ If you want to wait for him, survive ]