[ rest is a dangerous thing; for many of Venera's denizens, it had meant a sleep they would not wake from. but the Aion were different, their affliction often not a gentle succumb to peace - but a slow-burning dissolution into something else. if Liem is to gather the strength to fight it, then...
...a temporary reprieve is all Abel can offer him. it's painfully little. he is well aware.
but he lets his ramblings cease as the other man slumps off into something approaching slumber in his arms; as promised, it isn't long until he might hear the soft creak of a door opening-- a woman's voice, one of the city's natives exchanging a quiet back-and-forth with Abel about their predicament. he has been staying with them, it seems-- and he is repurposing the guest bedroom this family has been so kind to offer him as a place for the Kenama to buy back the wind in his sails.
a brief trip up some steps -- the fourth once creaks; Abel makes a face, hoping it did not rouse him -- before they are down the hall, into the cozy bedroom that is dark at this evening hour. Liem's weight is shifted as he is laid out upon the quaint quilted blanket atop the bed, and there's the faint smell of flowers from a vase sitting on the windowsill behind the headboard. these people had lived normal, mundane lives before the Innocence had ravaged them, but they were still generous enough to open their doors to strangers - to Aions.
Abel makes sure Liem is comfortable... and then settles himself in a chair by the desk in the corner of the room to keep watch, to make sure his 'guest's' rest is not disturbed.
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...a temporary reprieve is all Abel can offer him. it's painfully little. he is well aware.
but he lets his ramblings cease as the other man slumps off into something approaching slumber in his arms; as promised, it isn't long until he might hear the soft creak of a door opening-- a woman's voice, one of the city's natives exchanging a quiet back-and-forth with Abel about their predicament. he has been staying with them, it seems-- and he is repurposing the guest bedroom this family has been so kind to offer him as a place for the Kenama to buy back the wind in his sails.
a brief trip up some steps -- the fourth once creaks; Abel makes a face, hoping it did not rouse him -- before they are down the hall, into the cozy bedroom that is dark at this evening hour. Liem's weight is shifted as he is laid out upon the quaint quilted blanket atop the bed, and there's the faint smell of flowers from a vase sitting on the windowsill behind the headboard. these people had lived normal, mundane lives before the Innocence had ravaged them, but they were still generous enough to open their doors to strangers - to Aions.
Abel makes sure Liem is comfortable... and then settles himself in a chair by the desk in the corner of the room to keep watch, to make sure his 'guest's' rest is not disturbed.
...sweet dreams, friend. ]