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i am swallowed by the guilt of this
Nov. 3rd, 2010 05:10 pmHe had known from the first night that Robin didn't return to their hut, that something had gone wrong.
It wasn't that Ishiah kept a close leash on the puck. In the end, no matter how often others believed Robin somehow tamed, beholden as the puck was suddenly to a peri's wishes and desires, Ishiah knew better than anyone else that he had little to no hand in controlling whatever it was that Robin chose to get involved in. Caliban Leandros had been proof of that— half-Auphe, and immediately for it, the target of a number of different species and groups all across the globe, advocates and enemies of a dying race, and yet Robin had gotten himself involved, because for the first time, he had found friends. Ishiah and Robin would always be two sides of a coin, necessary halves to make a whole, but to have someone who did not functionally require Robin's assistance in any manner still linger about was new to the puck. Something to be cherished. No matter how many warnings Ishiah had given— and over time, even the peri had been made to change his views on the subject, because the Leandros were something else entirely— Robin had not been deterred, and that was how the standard held for all things in the puck's life. If he was at the point of a sword, inches away from death, it was because he had given up and chosen to believe in futility.
If he came back home for Ishiah's sake, it was also for his own.
Every evening, the two of them had lain together, knowing that at the very least, they had each other on the island. But that evening, Robin never returned, and a sleepless Ishiah sat on the corner of their bed, watching the sun rise before he headed over to the hut across the community from his own. He'd have to search the island thoroughly over before he told the Leandros brothers, because they deserved that, because Ishiah still had trouble rubbing out hope himself, but there was one person he could tell immediately of his suspicions, because if their gut reactions lined up, then there was trouble. When He and She agreed on matters, it became truth.
Thrice, Ishiah knocked on Trixa's door, the line of his lips thin and chapped.
It wasn't that Ishiah kept a close leash on the puck. In the end, no matter how often others believed Robin somehow tamed, beholden as the puck was suddenly to a peri's wishes and desires, Ishiah knew better than anyone else that he had little to no hand in controlling whatever it was that Robin chose to get involved in. Caliban Leandros had been proof of that— half-Auphe, and immediately for it, the target of a number of different species and groups all across the globe, advocates and enemies of a dying race, and yet Robin had gotten himself involved, because for the first time, he had found friends. Ishiah and Robin would always be two sides of a coin, necessary halves to make a whole, but to have someone who did not functionally require Robin's assistance in any manner still linger about was new to the puck. Something to be cherished. No matter how many warnings Ishiah had given— and over time, even the peri had been made to change his views on the subject, because the Leandros were something else entirely— Robin had not been deterred, and that was how the standard held for all things in the puck's life. If he was at the point of a sword, inches away from death, it was because he had given up and chosen to believe in futility.
If he came back home for Ishiah's sake, it was also for his own.
Every evening, the two of them had lain together, knowing that at the very least, they had each other on the island. But that evening, Robin never returned, and a sleepless Ishiah sat on the corner of their bed, watching the sun rise before he headed over to the hut across the community from his own. He'd have to search the island thoroughly over before he told the Leandros brothers, because they deserved that, because Ishiah still had trouble rubbing out hope himself, but there was one person he could tell immediately of his suspicions, because if their gut reactions lined up, then there was trouble. When He and She agreed on matters, it became truth.
Thrice, Ishiah knocked on Trixa's door, the line of his lips thin and chapped.