wizardmanor | Floor 5, Room 3

[He honestly would have poured the potion directly into Urianger's mouth if he could not... but this is much better. It shows that his lover is not in danger. Just...

Well. In pain.]

Then I shall assist. [He sits on the bed, finally abandoning his stilts, and shuffles his body underneath Urianger's so that his elf can rest on him instead. Then he offers him the vial full of healing green liquid, smelling like fresh vegetables that many children really do not like.]

Here, it shan't work as quickly as healing spells, but too much spells cast on a body might just harm it.

[Urianger allows himself to be manipulated as needed, eventually lying heavily against Ithaqua. He'd get completely comfortable if he didn't need to keep his head lifted to drink the potion. He carefully takes the potion into his hand and holds it tight as he puts it to his lips to drink.

Hopefully it tastes as refreshing as it smells.]

[It certainly tastes like vegetables, all right. Perhaps not like a good meal, but Ithaqua never factored taste into its formulation.

He settles into being Urianger's cushion, though he removes his mask so he can bury his face into his lover's hair. Take deep, steadying breaths surrounded by his scent. Perhaps Urianger can hear the beating of his heart, once so fast and full of worry, now slowing that he knows his lover will be fine. Eventually.]

... You're alive. That is more important to me than anything else. [Wholly unprompted.]

[Honestly, he’ll happily take some vegetable juice taste right now. It puts a better taste in his mouth than everything he had to inhale back at that horror show of an estate.

Once the potion is finished and Urianger can fully lie down, he does so quietly for a time. The bite wasn’t the only damage he sustained. His ears were subjected to multiple, horrible sonic bursts that left him terribly disoriented. Thanks to the healing he’s since received, his mind is a bit less scrambled and the ringing in his ears is nowhere near as bad as it was, but he’s still a bit shellshocked. Having Ithaqua’s warmth against him helps ground him— a reassurance that the nightmare is over and he’s home with his beloved.]

…I apologize for worrying thee with my visage in such a state.

[He murmurs in response. His hearing is a little shot right now, but he could pick up heartbeats here and there.]

And with the aid of thy potion, I shall be hale and whole once more.

[If only he could’ve come back that way in the first place like Ithaqua wanted.]

You may say that, but I'd been worrying since you left for that assignment. [Ithaqua strokes the back of Urianger's hand after taking the empty bottle and setting it aside, holding him properly. He had only been gone a few hours but clearly so much had happened-- to both Urianger and himself, but certainly more to Urianger.

He wants to know. But that can wait.]

You have returned alive, the Western country need not fear retribution from me.

Mm... 'Twould be wrong of me to claim that I did not do the same.

[At least the blood Ithaqua was covered in upon his return was not his own, though. He can only imagine the shock Ithaqua went through seeing him how he was. It wasn't what he wanted at all. But, well...there was no avoiding what happened.

He very badly wants to just curl up against Ithaqua, but he knows he should keep his neck stable until that wound fully heals up. He doesn't want to reopen it after all the work the others put into closing it. Further encouragement is how much it hurts to move his neck or shoulders in general. Whatever did this to him got him pretty damn good.]

...The man who did this to me is dead. The entire country need not suffer for what he did.

[The sentiment is appreciated, though...even if he thinks Ithaqua doesn't need to go that far. He's content to let Ithaqua have it though, given how bad he feels about everything.]

Good. [Ithaqua's tone is a beast's snarl, complete with the baring of his fangs. If he wasn't, Ithaqua would have made sure. Buried and burned.

He wraps his arms around Urianger, to steady him, and even places a hand on his head should he want to lean in more. His lover has Ithaqua's whole body to support himself with, should he want it.]

You're more important to me than anything, you shouldn't forget that. Any slight against you... [He ends that with a growl, before he takes a deep breath to steady himself. One thing about having a lover means that he's had to give up on many impulses, where Urianger is involved.] I refuse to go on without you.

[A little hint as to what he's about to do.]

[Urianger doesn't so much as wince at the tone Ithaqua takes on. Part of him doesn't like hearing Ithaqua pushed to such a point, but the other part appreciates the reiteration that his partner is just as protective of him.

With Ithaqua's help, he's able to get completely comfortable. He lets out a breath and relaxes his body, letting it go almost limp in Ithaqua's arms. If he weren't intent on keeping himself conscious to listen to Ithaqua, he could easily fall asleep like this. He might even reflect on this later- on how safe and at home he feels. Oh, how long it has been...

"You're more important to me than anything, you shouldn't forget that."]

I shan't. I could never.

["I refuse to go on without you."

...Wait. He instinctively goes to raise his head, only for his body to remind him it's a bad idea. He winces and lies it back down, leaving his surprise in his questioning tone.]

Ithaqua...?

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[Ithaqua's hand moves down to Urianger's neck to support it, his thumb gently rubbing circles on his lover's skin.]

Shh, beloved. Do not strain yourself, you only need to listen. [His tone has gone soft as he speaks directly into his lover's ear.] You brought colour and light to my life, such that I cannot bear to return to the way I once was, to the world that birthed me. And yet it's dawned on me that I have eternity ahead of me, simply because of what I've done to myself in the name of protecting someone.

[Becoming a monster, he means. He's slowly transforming and what happened to him while Urianger was away has solidified his thoughts. He wanted to wait, but then Urianger came back halfway to dead, and he just can't hold his tongue much longer.]

I shall outlive you, and I do not want to face a lifetime of being alone.

Urianger Augurelt, should you die before me, whatever the cause, I shall follow you shortly, by my own hand if I must. This is my promise to you.

[It's difficult for Urianger to just lie there and listen, but he obeys nevertheless. He remains quiet, hanging on every word that comes from his lover. Only when the inevitable topic comes up does he grip tightly against any shred of clothing he can find.

Ithaqua's thought about it too, then. If Urianger doesn't retain a long lifespan as a wizard once this is all over, then Ithaqua will have to bear the burden of immortality alone. Ithaqua will have to watch Urianger age while he remains the same, and one day Urianger will have to leave him behind to return to the Lifestream. It's almost unbearable to think about even now, but it has to be discussed.

What Urianger isn't expecting, however, is the promise. His breath hitches in his throat as the gravity of it sinks deep into his very soul. A promise of eternity...a promise made for him. He would never ask for such a thing, but how can he deny feelings so strong that Ithaqua would stake his very existence upon them?

Ithaqua's true name is shakily whispered back.]

I know not what to say...

[His emotions speak for him, however. Ithaqua's promise has moved enough to shed a few tears.]

[Ithaqua brushes away Urianger's ears, before giving him a kiss on the temple. Then he reaches down and gently pries Urianger's fingers away from fabric in order to replace it with his own hand. Hold him instead.]

You did not deny me my emotions, that is enough for me. [He's not even expecting a promise in return. Now you know I shall follow you forever, hm?

Including to your home.

[And hold him he will. His grip loosens when Ithaqua joins their hands, no longer with that anxious ferocity but something a little gentler. It takes him a moment to calm himself, but the words do finally come.]

Nor would I. Nay, I embrace them. That thou wouldst bestow unto me a promise is a precious gift that I shall never take for granted. I will also endeavor to ensure that thou shalt not need to follow through with it anytime soon. [He gives Ithaqua's hand a squeeze in lieu of lifting his head up for a kiss.] May our shared life together be a long and prosperous one.

[But the implications of it all aren't lost on him.]

Heartened as I am that thou wouldst return to Etheirys with me, thy mother...

[He's sure Ithaqua has thought about it, but he'd like to hear those thoughts.]

Mm. [He's glad that Urianger did not reject his declaration-- and he's heartened by the concern, too. He chose a good man to give himself to.

Even if Ithaqua has already been thinking of the possibilities, even from before they came to the West.]

I know. I want to take her from that forest and bring her with. I do know that requires so much power, and so much effort on behalf of the wizards who must find a way... Thus I gave my full support to Tatara, with his plans of finding ways to allow people to do this. [He just hopes that his mother is still alive after he'd been gone for months.]

Then Tatara hath also taken this into consideration… Glad am I to hear it. I shall make every possible contribution that I am able as well, to see thee and thy mother safely unto Etheirys.

[Maybe they can even help Ithaqua’s mother’s affliction once they get there. But that’s a subject for another day.]

You will need to recuperate first, Urianger. [While his voice continues to be soft, there's a tinge of amusement as well. Oh Urianger, still thinking about other people even when he's so injured that he cannot move on his own.]

You should sleep. You have had a difficult day.

I know. I am merely making my intentions clear.

[It’s important!! Not that Ithaqua doesn’t have a point, though. As nice as it feels to make plans for the future, he should probably focus on the present…such as how exhausted he is.

A thought occurs to him when he nods along to what Ithaqua’s saying. His eyes drift closed.]

To think we would find ourselves like this again, with our positions reversed.

[And with major developments in their relationship, no less.]

[Part and parcel of being a wizard, is it not? Fighting, being injured, returning home-- Ithaqua is no stranger to having someone at home waiting for him, but there's a vast difference between a mother he must care for, and a lover whose heart would surely be broken if he came home broken.

It makes Ithaqua hold Urianger tighter, until his lover falls asleep. he doesn't move until morning, even when his limbs go numb from holding his beloved still. At least he manages to doze despite everything?

Though he returns to alertness when he feels Urianger stir, and not a simple twitch one would make in their sleep while dreaming. He tilts his head best he can to check Urianger's face.]

[Urianger barely remembers anything after closing his eyes. The culminated injury and exhaustion from the day, and the warmth from his lover sends him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next thing he knows, his eyes flutter open and the light of morning is filtering in through the window. Tentatively, he shifts his head slightly. To his relief, the pain has diminished substantially, as has his injury in general. Ithaqua’s healing potion did wonders- the sealed wound is almost completely gone now. His head and hearing are also much clearer.

He lets out a sigh of relief and allows himself to shift more…]

…Oh.

[He murmurs, surprised. Ithaqua is still here, holding him. He tips his head up to meet Ithaqua’s gaze and smiles.]

Good morning, dearest Ithaqua.

[Imagine he’s using Ithaqua’s real name instead.]

Good morning, beloved. [He flexes to feel his neck crack.]

How are you feeling? Still in pain? Still tired?

[Yeah, a big stretch sounds like such a good idea right now. After doing so, he repositions so he’s more level with Ithaqua but still snuggling close.]

I feel stiff, but well-rested. Thy potion was potent indeed.

[Something in Ithaqua's chest eases, and he presses a kiss to his lover's temple. Urianger will be fine.]

If you feel like having some food, let me know.

[Now he arranges them so they're facing each other in Ithaqua's bed. Truthfully, he'd be happy to just lay here and look into his elf's eyes the whole day, but he knows that's not realistic.]

Mayhap soon. For now, I would lie with thee.

[And the first order of business while he does that is leaning in for a proper kiss. He didn't have the opportunity to do that after Ithaqua's promise last night, so it needs to be rectified immediately.]

I thank thee for thy care.

Mm... Caring for you was the least I would do, when I've entrusted you with everything.

Heheh. [Ithaqua indulges himself in the kiss for as long as he can-- ideally, as long as he would like. Even if Urianger had only been gone for most of a day, Ithaqua was beside himself with worry and having him here is enough for him to feel like doing whatever he wants.

In fact...

He deepens the kiss enough that he hopes Urianger will be distracted as he moves his hands, reaching into his cape and then clasping around Urianger's wrist. When they part, Ithaqua has a silly smile on his face, and Urianger has a simple, silver chain bracelet with a cluster of charms and yellow stones on his wrist.]

[Urianger isn't quite so distracted as to not notice his hands being manipulated, but he's content to keep up the illusion for whatever surprise Ithaqua has in store for him.

And what a surprise it is. When he pulls away for a moment to breathe, he takes the opportunity to see what Ithaqua has put on his wrist.]

My... [He murmurs, pleasantly surprised. His yellow eyes twinkle as he pours over every charm. It's going to pair nicely with his usual attire.] This is stunningly beautiful, Ithaqua. I thank thee, truly.

[And he doesn't even know the significance of the color yet!]

Mm~ [Urianger's reaction tells him that he doesn't know the exact significance of this gift, and he will take great delight in watching his expression when Ithaqua does enlighten him.]

Did you know? In this world's culture, if a wizard or witch were to gift someone a stone with the colour of the recipient's eyes, it is considered a romantic gesture.

[Then he plays with the bit of sea glass, the larger stone. He was glad he managed to find it on a vendor's stall. It's the perfect stone to represent Urianger's eyes, and he just added the smaller one for a bit of extra flair.]

And yellow happens to be my favourite colour. It always has been, before I met you.

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