I'm not...good at it either. But it's good for us to not carry things alone. Whatever you ask in return, I'll do my best to answer. I'm not going anywhere. You can take all the time you need.
[ It's a promise, he realizes, and one he deeply means. He just wishes it didn't have to be interrupted. He sighs into Olivine's hair, wrapping entirely around the other. He can feel the ache beginning in his legs again. He wants to make what he can of this time.
It's longer than he expects, but not by much. His breathing turns to an occasional hiss first, and finally, the spasms start. ]
I have to go [ He whispers, voice strained. ] I'll be back as soon as I can, and if you decide to go back to town, I'll find you. [ He squeezes Olivine again, kissing his hair, then his lips, but it's broken by a hissing moan. ] I'm sorry.
[ Then he's gone, as far away as he can before the rest of the transformation takes him. Olivine may hear a howl, full of rage and frustration. He doesn't remember much of this transformation, but he vents his anger on the local monsters, and does his best to hide himself. He isn't sure how many days it's been when the reversal begins. It's more painful, without Olivine's magic, but it's more even, taking half a day, and when that's done, he drags himself to the river they washed in, scrubbing the dirt and blood and muck from himself. His reflection is scruffy, but he's all human.
Only then does he make his way back to the cave, suddenly shy. What if Olivine isn't there? What if he's thought about the last few weeks, about Basch, and come to his senses? Worse, what if something's happened to him, out here waiting? Maybe he should have guarded closer, maybe he should have -- ]
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[ It's a promise, he realizes, and one he deeply means. He just wishes it didn't have to be interrupted. He sighs into Olivine's hair, wrapping entirely around the other. He can feel the ache beginning in his legs again. He wants to make what he can of this time.
It's longer than he expects, but not by much. His breathing turns to an occasional hiss first, and finally, the spasms start. ]
I have to go [ He whispers, voice strained. ] I'll be back as soon as I can, and if you decide to go back to town, I'll find you. [ He squeezes Olivine again, kissing his hair, then his lips, but it's broken by a hissing moan. ] I'm sorry.
[ Then he's gone, as far away as he can before the rest of the transformation takes him. Olivine may hear a howl, full of rage and frustration. He doesn't remember much of this transformation, but he vents his anger on the local monsters, and does his best to hide himself. He isn't sure how many days it's been when the reversal begins. It's more painful, without Olivine's magic, but it's more even, taking half a day, and when that's done, he drags himself to the river they washed in, scrubbing the dirt and blood and muck from himself. His reflection is scruffy, but he's all human.
Only then does he make his way back to the cave, suddenly shy. What if Olivine isn't there? What if he's thought about the last few weeks, about Basch, and come to his senses? Worse, what if something's happened to him, out here waiting? Maybe he should have guarded closer, maybe he should have -- ]
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