Matter of Blood
Floor, Silver Dryad
Ghet stood in the doorway for a moment, watching. What she felt here tore
her up. She'd been planning to avoid Ro until what had happened downstairs
was forgotten. He was too likely to recognise the cause. But not now. She
spoke softly. "It's my mess, I should do it. You don't have to put
yourself through this."
Rilme!," Y'roden exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his skin. Whirling
around the half-elf stared wide eyed at Ghet for a moment, feeling for all
the world like he had been caught with his pants down.
Which likely would have been less... something. Seeing as she had seen
that before... many times.
Several moments ticked by while he tried to pull himself together. The
momentary distraction had let the mood of the room leak into his present
emotional makeup, and it took an iron will to sort out what belonged
where. There had been a time when he would have sensed her there, and it
still felt a bit strange not to... know.
"I'd prefer to think of it as our mess," he said finally,
"And in your current state of mind, I think it's better if I do it.
Don't you?" His emerald greens were gentle as they met her denim
blues, she was right, he had read her mood in the taproom all to easily.
No matter what had happened in between, Y'roden still cared very much
Ghet, they had been friends before they had been anything else, very close
friends. There had been secrets shared between them, things that were
still there, unspoken, tucked away like treasures in the dark.
was better than she had been, time with Galain had healed her, but Ghet
wasn't well yet. She was still kind of sensitive. "What's wrong with
my state of mind? You think I can't handle this? You think I'm so fragile
I can't take care of my own responsibilities?"
The brandy bottle shook its way off the table and broke.
Paling, Ghet leaned back against the wall. "Okay, yes, point taken.
Let me keep an eye on you, anyway."
brow furrowed as he watched her, worry evident in the depths of his eyes.
"Ok.... I can work with an audience. Do you want to talk about it
Ghettie?," he asked, "We are still friends you know, we can
still lean on each other... I should hope." The half-elf smiled,
projecting peace, calm, and joy, for more reasons then just cleansing the
room now. While he waited for Ghet to answer he channeled the emotion
through the conduit, careful to keep his thoughts and feelings to those
needed for what he was doing. He was good at control.... too good.
stood back, and "watched" what Y'roden was doing. She felt kind
of proud in a way: the things they had taught each other had survived
their break-up. And besides, his natural bent was well-suited to the
Talent. There was no danger of it taking him over, weakening his control.
And she let him touch her, too, let the calm enter her heart. So her voice
was quite level when she spoke. She didn't want to mess this room up
again. "I'm scared half to death. More than that. It's happening
again. I'm losing control of my mind. But you know that, don't you."
closed his eyes, remembering the last time.... Part of him, deep inside,
still ached when he thought about it. He hadn't been much better off
himself, and Ghet... she'd been so far gone. His will had served him well
then as well, his want of her had saved them both. Dragged them both
kicking and screaming from the darkness in a frenetic dance of give and
take. They had all but consumed one another, it had been absolutly
horrific... and utterly glorious. His eyes opened, showing nothing of the
inner tide of emotion. Though whispers of it ebbed throughout the room,
leaking into the peace he had created.
"Yes," he said simply, "I had a feeling." He studied
her for a moment, quietly searching her eyes. "Come here." He
held out his hands, beckoning her forwards. "Let me in... let me see,
I want to help."
warred with herself. On the outside, this meant taking a step forward, and
then backwards again. He understood. Until just a few minutes ago, he'd
been the only one who understood. Now Galain did too, and that was how it
should be. It was his place to help her, care for her, not Y'roden's.
After all, what would his wife say?
But to have someone who knew what it was like, who'd been there, hold
her... And of course, if part of this was down to the S'hean blood, then
Y'roden could help her.
But if he looked into her, he would see. He would see things it would hurt
him to see. He would see Galain woven deeply into her soul now. And gods,
but he would see she still loved him, just as much as she ever had.
Her feelings flickered across her face. She'd never been good at hiding
things. The temptation was so strong. "I can't, Y'roden. Please don't
ask me to do that. I can't let you back in."
lit Y'roden's eyes for a moment, but he lowered his hands.
"Alright... you do know I wouldn't hurt you though... right?"
Sometimes the simple things never occured to Ro, he just acted on impulse.
In the back of his mind he was processing the emotions he had seen flicker
by.... The last one causing a hitch in his heart he hadn't quite expected.
"Ghettie... a lot of this is my fault. I know my blood is changing
you. The Canopy Skimming... it was just the beginning. Can you walk by a
body of water without ripping your clothing off and diving in? Can you
resist the urge to take to the trees rather than walk? Does the Aethyr
dance in green arches from your fingertips yet? Have you felt S'hea's
call?" He sighed and shook his head, "Have you BEEN to S'hea
really didn't know whether to apologise or slap him. She took a deep
breath, knowing how important it was now that she stay in control of
herself. "I know you wouldn't hurt me deliberately. And it wasn't
your fault. I don't know how you could be held responsible for something I
did while you were dead." Then the cracks started to show.
"How can you ask me that? How could I go back to S'hea? It's your
place. All it is to me, is the place where we used to be together.
Everything about it reminds me of you. It's bad enough coming here!"
Damn, she was going to cry now. She'd been trying very hard to hide from
what Y'roden's blood had done to her, and she hadn't been doing a bad job.
"I only took your blood because I was mad. Wait, that came out wrong.
I don't really regret it, though I wish the whole thing hadn't
happened." She sighed. She was tired. "You really think that
could be why? I guess you better look then."
reeled back from her for a moment, completely caught off guard by the
strength of her emotion. It was easy for him to forget... or maybe he
forgot on purpose, how deeply she loved him... had loved him. He made that
slight amendment in his mind, deliberately blocking out the thought that
she still did. Ghet had always been his weakness, his madness. Always just
beyond his grasp... if he let himself believe she didn't love him, let
himself see the strength of her love for Galain, it just made things
easier. If he wasn't hurting her... then everything was fine.
"Gods Ghet, you HAVE to go to S'hea, the blood demands it. My mother
went mad during the eight hundred years we were cut off, I went mad... it
was part of the reason it was so easy for Samara to sink her claws into
me. S'hean elves are the living spirit of the land, it demands a price, it
calls us home. Every once in awhile we MUST return." He drew a deep
shuddering breath, gods, he had damned her in a way... tied her to a need
that would never let her go. No matter what she said, it was his fault, it
was her love for him that had created this mess. "Gods... I'm sorry
Ghet, we should have had this discussion a long time ago. I'm sorry it
hurts you, but it's not just MY place anymore, it's your home now
Frustrated Ro advanced on her, cupping the redhead's face between his
hands and tilting her face up. "Let me see." Closing his eyes
the half-elf accessed the D'riel web, unsettled by the fact that he could
access her that way. How much had she changed? How far would it go? His
family were genetic mutants even among their own people, the conduit
magnifying and twisting any magic or DNA that was introduced to it. Ghet
was a wild card in the mix, there was no way of predicting what would
happen to her.
Their souls came together like water and fire, a sizzling brush of the
spirits that set off the aethyr and caused sparks to fly on the ethereal.
Hers was a flickering mesh of gold and red, as much Galain as she was
Ghet. Y'roden ignored any internal reaction to it, seeking out what he
knew would be there before he saw it. Tendrils of emerald that had nothing
to do with his own rotating galaxy of a soul. She was altering even at the
spiritual level... her could feel the magic singing in her blood, smell it
on her skin. It was wild, untamed, untrained... threatening to tear her
apart, mind, body and soul.
"Damn," the half-elf breathed, releasing her and stepping back.
"I'd say that's a problem."
pulled her face aggressively out of his hands, so she wouldn't kiss him.
Her love for him had changed, mellowed maybe, but not abated. Perhaps that
was part of the reason why she was so furious. And unreasonable. "Why
didn't you tell me, you bastard? When were you going to bring this
up, when the last of my brains dribbled out my ear?"
eyes flared red for a moment, his body tensing when she tore from his
grasp. "I didn't KNOW," he snapped back, "It was only a
guess, one that has proved right. I had no idea it would carry this far,
no one has ever taken so much of my blood into themselves before."
Being Ghet, she was finished being angry now. Now moving through petulant:
"I don't want to go to S'hea." And on to practical.
"Damn. Much as I hate to say this, I think we need to have a group
conference. Line up everyone who's screwed with my genome in the last few
years and work out what to do." She blushed. She hated being
the focus of attention. This kind of attention. It was embarrassing.
"I need to know more from you, and I need to talk to Galain. It would
be far more efficient if I could do both at once. Gods, I told him I was
just popping out for a minute, I wasn't expecting... Come with... oh, no,
wait, Galain's not wearing any clothes." She waggled her eyebrows in
a rather familiar fashion. "I'm not wearing any underwear. Sorry!
Sorry, that was uncalled for."
Her grin slid off as she looked back at him, serious and unusually
subdued. "Will you help me?" There was after all, as far as she
could see, no reason why he should, and a rather good reason why he
mood swung around with hers, although horror added itself to the mix at the
thought of Galain in the buff, then a total about face as her eyebrows
wriggled at him. "Really? Wait... never mind. Well, we'll have to go
talk to him." Drawing a frustrated breath of air the half-elf closed
his eyes for a moment, settling his nerves and grasping for his sanity.
Why the hell did she still have the power to set him off like that?
Emerald eyes flickered open and he managed a smile, "Of course I'll
help you Ghettie. I promised to always be there, and I always will be. No
matter what. Even if that means dealing with Galain."