Spring 32nd 502AV Christy and Evan had treated Xavior like a prince in their household. They bought him clothes, provided him with bed, and even gave him a room with a view! He had it all, but he couldn’t help but feel less then excited. He stayed in his room with the door locked during the daylight hours and unlocked it only during night. Even still he refused to come out of his room, not for a visitor, not for anyone. Instead he remained out on the short walk out of the large window in his room. The city of Lhavit shimmered in the night’s light of the moon. The spire of Leth glowed brightly within Xavior’s range of sight. He felt a twinge of painful guilt in his heart. He had yet to visit the temple dedicated to, in his mind, his father. Lost in thought, his head raised toward the moon. There he stood, like a gargoyle, as the star filled sky began to drift through the heavens lazily. Not a soul could break the trance Xavior chose to remain in. No one except Christy, as she walked up behind Xavior and had to tip toe to place her hand on his shoulder the cloak covered shoulder. "You shouldn't just stand here till the end of time Xavior." She said with a soft, motherly tone. Xavior slowly turned his head away from the sky and moon and moved his gaze to her soft, fair, skinned, hand. Slowly, as if he hadn't moved in years, he turned to face her. "Why can't I? Maybe I want to stay here and be some sort of ornament for your home? It is better then walking among," he paused a moment as if to consider what he was about to say. "Well I mean, I don't belong here." He looked away from Christy with sadness that overwhelmed his body. "What do you mean don't belong? You should be glad! The gods have sent you here for a reason." Xavior smirked, "For what?" Xavior's words were still long and took time to come from his mouth. His mind worked to piece together the language he spoke many years prior. "I have no reason to fall from paradise Christy, paradise! I was free among the clouds, free of the trivial pleasure of life." Christy looked saddened, "you mean to say, you don't love what your father has done with you? " Xavior's expression projected his feelings of shock before they were swallowed by the stoic sadness once more. "You mean to say I am selfish?" Christy sighed and walked in front of Xavior and placed her hand on his cheek. "True I do not know what it is like to walk among the heavenly body. But I'm sure it wasn't any different than being here." Xavior took a moment to consider her words, "I don't either. All I have are feelings." He finally admitted as a tear formed at the corner of his eye. He pressed into the hand, like a child as they looked for comfort. "All I know is, nothing. But I feel a yearning to be close to someone." Chrity brought a finger up to remove the tear from Xavior's eye. It felt cold as ice, only a reminder that the Eth was indeed not a normal person. "You’ll find someone, I know it,” she paused, “You’re cold, come back inside please.” Christy walked forward and pushed on Xavior. He resisted for a moment before he began to walk backward. Xaviro sighed as he collected himself and began to walk back into the warmth of the home. Christy followed as Xavior looked around the room, "Where is Evan?" "He is out running an errand." Xavior paused a moment before he sat down on the floor. The home like his room was bare minimum just the essentials to survive. Christy moved to sit near him, "he will be out for a while." She paused with a smile. Xavior nodded, "It isn’t that I want to find someone, more or less be closer to the one I love. " "Who do you love?" Christ sat back on her hands as she listened close. Xavior bit his tongue as that same painful guilt washed over his body. Christy grew physically more agitated, knowing the answer but wanted to hear Xavior say it for himself. After a long pause, "I love, death." "Huh, then why don’t you kill yourself, I have a dagger on my waist." Xavior eyebrow raised then softened as he realized Christy called his bluff. “Look, I know that the feeling isn’t the greatest.” She moved to wrap an arm around Xavior’s shoulders, pulling him close. “But he never abandoned you. There comes a point when a parent must push their kin away to burn brighter then they ever could under their watchful eye.” Xavior contemplated the idea. "Perhaps he wants me to burn as the brightest star?" Xavior muttered to himself. “That’s the ticket. You’re just naive, or pessimistic, heck it is probably a bit of both. But that is okay!” She said cheerfully. “I bet you can’t wait to say that advice to your own kid,” Xavior chuckled and leaned on Christy. Christy remained quiet before she said with a weak tone, “Yes, I can’t wait.” “What is the matter Christy?” Christy seemed to begin to go into a defensive position. Xavior was quick to shift and pull Christy into his lap as his arms surrounded her. Though his skin was cool, it seemed to warm her spirits. As the fire flickered away in the cage of a fireplace, the duo remained seated near its warmth. “I...it’s a tough subject.” Christy attempted to choke out. Xavior’s curiosity was perked. “You can tell me, you can tell me.” He changed the inflection a bit to suggest that she could tell him. “I wouldn’t judge you, I’d just want to see if I can help?” The suggestion seemed to work for the moment as she began to loosen up in his arms. The stress that had so obviously consumed her body seemed to melt away like ice. “I know you wouldn’t judge me, I’m not afraid of that. I’m afraid that I may lose "Well Shadow was apparently engaged with a woman. I could feel his love for her burn like fire in his heart. Though one day, for whatever reason, she left him for another man. I'm not sure what it was for, money, a better life, I couldn't remember." Christy nodded and sat back to listen to the rest of Xavior's story about Shadow. He didn't spare any details as he explained the brutality expressed toward him. "That is awful. I can understand now why you'd think so lowly of us. But not all men are like that--" "I do not believe you when you say that," Xavior cut her short. "All of you have two sides of you, one you show around others and another you only show to a select few. You all have animals in you, biting, clawing, waiting to get a chance to surface." "Feh, quit such speak. I've been open to you haven't I?" Xavior looked at her as if he was about to argue, but then stopped himself and instead looked down at the ground. One of his hands was drawn through his hair as he fixed it over his horns. "Here, I'll prove to you that I'm not hiding anything." Christy moved closer to Xavior and gripped his wrist. She brought his larger hand down to her tummy, under her shirt. The skin felt soft, like velvet, under his fingers. Oh how he missed the touch of another person. His hands freely explored her tummy and could feel each breath she took in. "Feel normal to you?" Xavior nodded as he slowly drew his fingers from her body. "Remember when I mentioned we aren't trying for a child for a while?" Xavior again nodded. Christy paused a moment and decided to be a bit bold as scooted herself in front of Xavior. She leaned back onto his strong chest and got comfortable. "Sorry you looked a lot more comfortable then wood." "it is alright, you're warm." Xavior unconsciously let his arms wrap around Christy like he would with a lover. There was a brief pause before Christy continued, "Well the truth is, like you, I've lost two others that I loved dearly. Just like you, I've been let down by the god we loved. But, we pulled ourselves out and continued to live despite the loss." "Who did you lose?" Xavior wondered, curious as well. His arms hugged a bit tighter knowing that Christy was about to truly open up to him. "I've had two," she paused a moment and brought her hands up to drape over Xavior's, "stillborn children. I blame my body for it. We prayed to Leth for his blessings of a healthy birth. Perhaps he was only protecting us from something miserable." ]Xavior didn't know how to respond and only remained quiet as he comforted Christy. The flame in the heart slowly flickered unhindered by any breeze. "Who do you prey to?" Xavior finally felt the moment was right to continue the conversation. "Your faith is strong that is obvious to me." Christy paused a moment, "we prey to Leth." The name warmed Xavior's heart, "he is our god of change. If we feel that something in our life needs change, we prey to him for an answer or blessing to how we can reach our goal." Christy shifted and moved her torso closer to Xavior's body. His chin rested lightly against the top of her head. "Recently, we preyed for a sign or blessing to finally have a successful child. We felt a draw to the cliffs to look at the night and watch the moon and stars." Xavior paused a moment, then brightened as he came to a conclusion, "you mean Leth sent me as a sign?" Xavior stopped in thought, "that is why you were so readily accepting to take me into your home right?" Xavior felt Christy nod. Xavior felt Christy's hands move to hold his own in longing need. "What do you think Leth wants me to do to help?" Christy paused a moment, "Evan and I believe that he wants you to bless our relationship." |