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He smiled at her immediate enjoyment of what he made. Sure, she was hungry after all so after a point most things just were good at that point. But that made what was coming next much, much easier. He let her have some time to eat, allowing him to stall for more, until it seemed she had caught him. He blinked back into reality.

He was hesitant, at first, but as she began to lay out what had happened his face changed. Alvér grew very still. His face betrayed most of what was going on behind his eyes; limpid. It was much worse than he had anticipated. Even she didn't know what all had happened. The last thing he recalled was when he was losing sensation, his fingertips and toes falling asleep and his head heavy as he stumbled through his room. And then Alenia as if in a dream. He had thought it was a dream until he had pulled himself together enough, and had been put back together that the only things he felt were no longer pain, in all of its forms.

He drew back as she detailed it, his eyes detaching from Alenia. His eyes were distanced again. His arms having unwound, hands spreading onto the counter as he drew back, face wan with horror as he realized how much he was sort of- sort of recalling of that. He [i remembered] chasing something down, but he couldn't see, or hear, or even really move, it all felt so far away, as if through thick, murky water, and he was just rattling around in an echoing chamber of sensation.

Her calm discussion was highlighting things his mind was suddenly recalling. He remembered most of what she described, in part, after a point in the story. But he had thought it was only one evening. To learn he had lost [i days] made him shudder.

As soon as her voice broke the silence, he realized she was moving. He pulled back, stepping away from the counter and from her. He looked away from her again, smoothing his hands down his front. His head shook, mouth suddenly dry.

"[B Don't,]" he said, hand coming up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, before pushing up over his brow. This was much worse than he had thought. He had [i no control] and no consciousness for multiple days. What else was in- what was that? What was this other thing, then? He had known he had lost it, but never like this. Was it a shutdown, working solely on instinct or what [i was] that?

He had attacked Alenia, and he had attacked Myhrr, and caused some form of change, somehow, in the animal.

A thin, uncertain sound issued from the man, that hand pushing over his head and through his hair now. His head was shaking, back and forth, this didn't make sense. This couldn't be. But she wouldn't lie. [i Days].

Images of what he did remember of what was happening to himself, when he was pushing Alenia away, flickered through his mind. He recalled his skin cracking like plaster, bleeding, and somehow still soft, rotting, falling off of himself, he remembered how that [i felt].

"[B Gods,]" he breathed, barely audible, barely a breath in clipped, accented elven, likely really in Undercommon. His hand, pressed hard to himself, now shifted to his hip, his brow in his hand as he shifted, moving towards the fire again, staring into it.

He didn't know when or if that would happen again, and knowing he had no control over it. He was rendered apart from all of that, he remembered how it felt, how much sensation, how her hands and voice and closeness was suddenly too much and how he had wanted to kill. More than before in the garden, he wanted to rend her himself.
  Tweedy / 6d 15h 20m 53s
Her admittance was met with silence. It seemed Alvér was at a loss for words. Alenia kind of figured he was not the type to take praise willingly. That part of him had come out a little bit before, back when she was trying to tell him that he wasn’t a monster. It was like he could not accept anything nice about himself. In that case he fought her on it, here it was all a matter of her own opinion, well, one that he didn’t have a say in, so there wasn’t a viable way for him to do so. She figured that was probably why he moved away from the topic entirely. Though, Alenia couldn’t say she was mad about it. Food was a pretty fine diversion. Plus, she didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable by pushing the topic.

Craning her neck, the petite woman was able to get a glance of her meal before it was set on the counter for her. She took no time taking up the offer to take the stool and have a seat. [b “Thank you!”] It would not have been difficult to go on about how delicious this looked and smelled, but she was too eager for that. Taking up a hearty spoonful, full lips blew softly on the steaming stew. When she thought it was cool enough, Alenia pressed it to her lips to test. With confirmation she popped it happily into her mouth. It was indeed just as good as it smelled. Smiling joyfully, the woman rocked gently side to side as she savored it. She barely had the bite down before speaking up. [b “Alvér, this is delightful.”] Traveling around, she didn’t always get the best food. Between not having access to a kitchen herself, and some tavern owners caring only about what liquor they had on hand, it could be rough. This was a pleasant change of pace, both because it was plain yummy and because she didn’t have to make it herself, which always made a dish twice as tasty. Three times in this case, because it was made by someone she cared for.

Looking up from her bowl, her eyes found Alvér, half bathed in light as before. He wasn’t looking at her though. It was like he was somewhere else. He probably hadn’t heard her at all. Caramel eyes staying on him, she waited for the light in his eyes to return. [b “Alvér?”] Her voice was soft as she called to him, finally catching his attention. [b “Is something the matter?”]

And then it came out. He must have been worried about this the whole time. And Alenia could not blame him. Obviously, missing memories was a sore spot for her. She knew how scary it was, so she knew she had to tell him exactly what happened. [b “Well, I only know as far as today, since you were holed up in your room for a couple of days, but I can tell you everything I was a part of.”] No doubt all he did was lay curled up there, but she didn’t want to assume. [b “I was trying to talk to you through the door, telling you I was leaving food out and that you should let Myhrr in because she had been meowing at the door for days. Then she got all weird, changing into how you saw her before, and batted at the door until it opened. I don’t know where that magic came from, but it was able to cancel what was holding the door.”] Alenia recalled the eerie similarity to the casket downstairs, but kept that to herself. It was a less important detail. [b “When I followed her in to check on you, we found you crumpled on the floor… well, kind of… I’m not entirely sure you were present.”] Now knowing he didn’t recall what happened, she believed that to be the case now more than ever. [b “Myhrr wouldn’t go near, she just kept hissing, so I decided to approach… The two of us ended up being chased down the hall, at least until we hit the sun. That sort of forced you down to the landing.”] Her brow furrowed as she remembered his curled form hiding there. [b “After deciding you were stuck there, I came back to see if I could draw you out. I kept calling to you, talking to see if you might hear me, and I think it was working to some extent.”] Just the way he moved and that the cat didn’t seem to be reacting in that same hackled way. [b “So I decided to reach out to you again, but this time I was able to fully reach you. I just sort of placed a hand on you to see if that might pull you back, but I was grabbed back. Part of you was pulling me in while others pushing me away, until all of a sudden you jumped into the light and parts of you started falling away until it was just you and you ran off back into the dark.”] That was where she thought he might have started regaining his awareness. [b “You were badly hurt, but Myhrr was fine with you again… she even showed me to bring you that bag to heal you…”] And that was that.

Watching him, she waited to see if it all sunk in, or if any more questions came up.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 6d 15h 57m 41s
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Alvér turned a bit more, his brow furrowed as she said that. He didn't see it as something praiseworthy, it just happened. It was necessity. That somehow didn't register to him. His eyes dropped when she said he did a good job, and widened. It didn't feel praiseworthy, it wasn't elegant, it was messy and grueling and...

She then continued, and his face warmed a bit, stomach doing similar, looking back at her. She was breaking through his composure, all of a sudden, and it was cracking in front of her. His face was confused, vulnerable, and not sure what to say.

She was glad to have met him. It sounded like nice words, just a statement but something about the softness of her voice was making him hurt. It was a delicate, specific feeling, tight inside, and raw, trembling feeling that she sounded so happy to have known him, that he had lasted this long to be known.

He sighed, at a loss. "[B Let's give you some dinner,]" he said, voice rather thin and careful, as a way to change the subject. He wasn't sure how to respond, really.

He walked over to the cupboard and got down a bowl for her, returning to the pot and ladling out some of it for her. Alenia, from her vantage point, could see the pieces of meat, potato and carrot. The broth had thickened, and when he brought it over to her, he gestured for the stool that sat in the corner to slide over for her. Setting the bowl down, he glanced at her, stepping back a bit.

And there, he stood a bit, one arm crossing over himself, and the other leaning upon it, his hand coming up to pat his fingertips, absently, delicately, against his lip.

Now that he had her sitting here, he had started thinking again in the lull between them. The things he had planned on asking about... He came closer, shifting to lean his elbows on the edge of the counter, still in that delicate fold.

"[B Alenia...]" he began, hesitating. "[B What [i happened]?]" His eyes rose to her. His eyes were nervous. "[B M-]" he sighed, lips pressing again. Admitting this made him feel ill. "[B My memory is- missing pieces.]"
  Tweedy / 6d 20h 5m 59s
He had a unique perspective. Alenia had never once thought of the world being empty. No matter where she went there was always something. Even in vast flatlands that spread on for what seemed like forever, there was the grass, the sky, and the animals that lived there. But for someone who was used to life underground, it seemed that felt a lot like nothing. She couldn’t help but wonder just how he handled the transition. It sounded like a lot of large life changes all at once, which was stressful for anyone. Not to mention he was ill on top of it all.

[b “But I think the fact that you made it through all that, and even more, is a testament to your perseverance. Even though things were hard, you were able to fight through it and make a place for yourself here... You did a good job.”] The elfin woman thought it was praiseworthy.

It took him a while to look back her way. He had been focused on his hands previous to that. Alvér seemed to be thinking of something more. She wondered if he was longing for home, wishing that things were different and he could return. [b “I’m glad you made it this far, because it means that I got to meet you.”] With so many people and places in the world, it was so easy to pass by someone and never know. It was a miracle that any two people could come together at all, which made her all the more thankful to be standing here in this kitchen with him now.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 6d 23h 32m 51s
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Alvér was drawn again from his thoughts, turning back to Alenia over by the counter. He looked at her for a few moments as he felt that, recalling all he knew and all he had to abandon, to relearn. It wasn't really something he ever got over. In a way, he didn't exist anymore, he couldn't function, back then, and so he had to rework himself nearly entirely. He glanced away, nodding.

He looked back into the fire. "[B Entirely,]" the drow responded. "[B There was no concept of a lot of things that simply didn't exist. The passage of time, even, is completely different. The sheer [i emptiness] of things up here.]" There were no close caves, systems, rock formations or finitude. The sky was open, empty, hollow and endless. Some places flat, completely, and featureless, and others giving stomach dropping expanse right in front of you. That had scared him, initially. "[B I was sun-sick for weeks.]"

What skills he did have he had to utilize at night, and even then everything was so [i bright]. The moon, the stars, whatever they were. Watching from afar, unconcerned.

It all sounded so pathetic, to think about. He was sharply reminded of who he was in company to, stopping it there. Reflecting on how lost he was, how angry, how desperate to get away and still be pursued, learning how to hide in a world that didn't want you, running from another that wanted you dead. He swallowed, carefully. He had to rebuild himself here, when he left his whole world. Here, instead of a noble he was a pariah even more than in the Underdark. At least there he had his status, his control, his influence. Here, he had learned that you were viewed as not just strange, but evil. A harbinger. A killer. Bad luck for simply existing. Not that he wasn't some of those things. Chased out of many, imprisoned by others, and an oddity by all.

As he had thought, his hands had templed, fingertips pressing together as he held himself, gathered himself. He looked down at them, opening his hands to consider his palms. And so he had shown no mercy. If they were so afraid, they would remain afraid, and [i know] why, not just assume it from hearsay. He turned, partially, and looked back to Alenia. His face lit partially by the fire, that light in the backs of his eyes glittered again.
  Tweedy / 7d 14h 45m 36s
So it was a recipe of sorts, and what’s more one that someone else passed onto him. Really that was the more likely of the options she had come up with, but it still would have been fun if he just had a happy knack for making food work. Though then again, maybe that would have been too ironic with the whole vampirism thing? She wasn’t sure. He seemed distracted too. This distraction gave way to sharing a bit about where he was from. Though it was just a small thing, and probably something she should have been able to discern on her own.

[b “I imagine that is the sort of thing that is difficult to get used to.”] Not to mention things like that can serve as a constant reminder that you are in an unfamiliar place. It was probably confusing as well, trying to find what was meant to be eaten and what was not. Assuming he was on his own when he left the Underdark and not with someone who could show him surface customs. It sounded difficult, and she considered herself someone who did well with travel. Alenia had been to many places and seen many things, but she had never stepped into a place [i that] foreign to her. There was always some sort of connecting factor. That did not seem to be the case here. [b “Things are very different were you are from, aren’t they?”] That was obvious and probably went without saying, but the bard was interested in what life in the Underdark was like. She wanted to know more about how Alvér was raised.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 7d 15h 13m 34s
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His brain was buzzing with confused, uncertain feelings about why did he care? What did it matter? She seemed to think it was out of character for him . He just sighed and tried to shake it off. It didn't matter.

He looked up at Alenia when she spoke again. See, it didn't matter. Why did he care? Why did he feel anxious? Was it because he was going to ask her something a part of him really didn't want to know the answer to, or feared the answer? The stew was getting ready to be finished soon, and with that thought he summoned the spoon out of the pot and had it hang up again.

"[B I'm glad to hear that,]" he responded quietly, looking back at it. He replaced the lid on it.

"[B Someone taught it to me.]" Alvér gazed into the fire. He hadn't thought about her, at least not very seriously, in a long time. His gaze distanced, "[B The foods up here are very different from back home.]"

He was used to different meats, different proteins- insects and fishes and fungus, and the animals that lived there alongside the others. The great grazers of the surface did not exist.
  Tweedy / 7d 17h 10m 18s
It didn’t seem like he was all too happy with that conclusion, but Alenia was having a difficult time seeing how it effected him. Well, aside from the fact that her not healing herself meant that she might expose him to blood more than if she would. That bit was unfortunate. Maybe that was what it? She didn’t like that she was making things harder for him. That was fair.

Like Alvér, she let it drop. Besides he was going back to the stew, which instantly brought her mind back to the food and how hungry she was getting sitting enveloped in the smell. Alenia didn’t notice his hesitance; she wasn’t looking for it. As she had said before, her relationship with magic was not something she expected or wanted for others. It was purely a personal view.

[b “It smells wonderful.”] Her stomach was practically rumbling; it probably wouldn’t be long before it really started protesting the wait. [b “Is this a recipe you picked up somewhere, or do you have a secret talent for throwing things together and having it work out?”] Alenia was genuinely curious as to whether he considered himself a cook or not.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 7d 18h 19m 20s
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Alvér blinked, sitting back a bit from her, surprise flickering across his face. Worrying so much? Was he worrying? He didn't think so. He was rather calmly explaining something he was very- personal about, magic and its regulation, as it was a regulation of his body, by extension, which made his skin crawl and feel like cracking glass.

The thing that was upsetting him was this idea of frivolity. As if magic were a luxury item, something that only those who used it did it professionally or properly, or practiced in pass time. But those words stoppered up immediately in his throat. She wouldn't understand. She didn't care, and there was a chance of her thinking he was making some ugly opinion about something that she didn't think should matter.

His lips thinned and he looked down toward the little bundle he had made of the meat earlier. "[B I- suppose it doesn't matter.]" Taking it up in his hands, he turned toward the fire. He went to gesture to bring up his magic again, intending to have the hand take the spoon and stir the soup while he worked, but hesitated.

Spite welled in him and he did it anyways, taking the lid off of the pot and dropping the meat in, turning away as the phantasmal hand started to do as it was bidden.

The vampire sighed, running a hand through his hair, letting it fall over his shoulder. He felt such shame and trepidation around this woman, and it left him more often than not feeling tired. Policing himself so closely was something he was so used to doing, and he had forgotten in his isolation how much appearances and conversation took its toll.
  Tweedy / 7d 20h 19m 53s
His question came quickly, and it was one Alenia had not expected. Was she afraid? She didn’t have to put much thought into it. The answer came just as fast and with it her demeanor seemed perk up a bit, closer to the usual. [b “No, I’m not afraid.”] There was plenty she was afraid of, but this did not make the list. It wasn’t like the lingering dread that her memory might wash away.

[b “This really isn’t something that generally bothers me.”] That being the fact that she steered away from using magic in excess or in certain predicaments. [b “So why is it worrying you so much?”] She thought it a fair question after he seemed to put so much effort into swaying her.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 7d 20h 45m 33s
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Her response was peculiar, small. Alvér frowned, looking bemused by this. Considering the last few days of stubbornness and active, blistering energy it was very odd. Her face didn't show incomprehension, nor insult that he could see as he studied her demeanor.

He felt a cramping frustration at his own inability. He couldn't use those spells anymore to do it himself and seal her skin. His hand curled, fingers flexing a bit, and he set it on the counter.

"[B Are you afraid?]" he asked. Blunt.
  Tweedy / 7d 21h 34m 46s
It was sweet its own way. That he was trying to convince her that she did not need to hold herself back like those who taught her. Alenia listened to his explanation, interested in how he viewed such things. How he drew a definitive line in the sand between them, the elves, and humans, who he saw as completely alien. And in many regards he was right. They were different. Humans did not have the same capacity for magic, they lived only a fraction of the years, and they often fought amongst themselves endlessly. But still, she felt a stronger connection to them than her own people. She knew this was stemmed from how she was raised, if what she experienced could be called that, however knowing this didn’t change how she felt. And in reality, she did not see a problem with it.

His story did eventually come to a point. And that was that she was capable of doing more. This made her smile. Though it was different than before. The expression was solemn, lips curled in a way that was almost forlorn. He was being kind, and she wanted to show that she understood the sentiment he was trying to pass to her, but she couldn’t. Not in any meaningful way that wouldn’t be a lie.

That did not keep her silent though. [b “That’s true, but I still have limits of my own. And this,”] raising her hand, Alenia wiggled it back in forth to indicate her injury, [b “is one of them.”] It came down to her individual situation and unfortunately no matter how much he tried to bolster her spirit, that was not something she could change. Now more than ever, she wished it was.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 7d 22h 25m 47s
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Alvér nodded, "[B Which I believe unfairly colors your relationship with your magic,]" the vampire said, coming back to her at the counter island. The knife was set down with a ting. "[B Humans,]" he began, making a gesture with a curl of his fingers to indicate them as a body. "[B are an inherently non-magical race, at their root, they have none of it in them. Some of them may have an extra sense for it, to be able to recognize its presence, but they need it given to them or to take years and years to cultivate a limited use of it, aided by magical objects other than themselves, in one way or another.

So, in a way, it's a precious reserve, and coveted. They cannot weave it through themselves, or generate it.

Elves,]" he made another empty cup of his fingers to indicate the different species, "[B as you know, descend from the fey themselves, those who stepped out of the fey wilds and settled into this realm and slowly became mortal. We have a direct lineage to magic, as naturally as blood itself.]" His hand spread then, threads of glimmering, purple energy curling through his fingers, blurring the line between the air itself and his own flesh, like a lazy, intelligent smoke. He let his writs roll for a moment, before turning his hand, and in his fingers was an apple, green skin shining, wet looking as if plucked from the morning dews itself in the firelight. He then opened his fingers as if to let it drop to the table, and it fell out of his hand, disappearing just before it would have hit the table and made noise.

"[B It won't run out so long as you don't exhaust yourself, yours doesn't have the limits theirs does.]"
  Tweedy / 7d 23h 28m 19s
Gaze lingering on him after her eyes had come up, Alenia perked a brow. She hadn’t expected him to be so… passionate about this. He took a tone that betrayed how naïve he truly thought she was, but she could see a slight was not Alvér’s intention. The man fully meant to be helpful. And that, at least, made her smile.

She continued to watch him as he moved back to the pot. Lifting her head from the counter, she stood straight and wondered how much longer was left. However, this time she stayed in place, choosing not to follow him and make a nuisance of herself.

[b “I am aware that these beliefs are not universal. In fact, it is highly unusual for humans to worship Corellon at all.”] Rein was the only place she could recall a fully human congregation doing so, at least so far from elfin influence. [b “And I think humans are much more varied than you give them credit for. Entire cultures and outlooks can change with just the passing of a boarder.”] She wouldn’t go into the fact that his assumption that she had never been anywhere outside of human control was little more than that. It was not worth posturing about, not when it was true that she spent most her time with humanity. [b “I’ve been traveling for a while now. I’ve met many different people, with many different beliefs. And while I have mine that I must stick to, I promise that I am not so foolish as to think that they should be followed unanimously. I don’t expect, nor do I want, others to see the world exactly as I do.”] It was an interesting topic of conversation, albeit a little heavy. But she was excited to learn more about how Alvér saw things.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 8d 6h 13m 28s
‘Church’ what a human word, he thought to himself.

Alvér’s brow furrowed a bit at something Alenia said. “[B I would be very careful,]” he said as he slid the cut leaves from the knife blade and onto the wood. “[B Assuming something unique to your humans’ worship ‘normal’ and using that to compare any other practice, or culture for that matter.]” Him saying so, frankly, would show how much he himself had to steeply learn since he had ascended into this sun blasted place.

He could elaborate, too, but kept his mouth shut. It could invite questions about him and his culture. Alvér then took hold of the cutting board with his other hand, taking it to the pot and sliding in the basil with the knife blade.

When he turned back he gestured to her with that same blade. “[B You may have wandered solely human lands, but you live in a world much wider than your human customs, not to mention your humans’ understanding of Corellon for that matter,]” he looked at her for a very serious moment at that. As an elf, speaking on the elvish god that her people were following, he was well aware of some of the things he had come across with others of his kind and that god. Strange he too, rejected bastard of that race he was, feeling a bit protective and calling those people ‘his kind’. But it was true that elves had a common ancestor, and one of them was that man, ascended back into their fey heritage and beyond it.

It was one of the times that her inexperience really showed, and her heavy bias. That too spoke, to him, of an arrogance that made him hate humans, as he had seen many cultures hate humans. It was one of the reasons for his... careful silence when she had initially mentioned the background she had. They had a tendency towards violence against things they found different, even worse than other races he had come across in his wanderings.
  Tweedy / 8d 7h 32m 36s
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