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Post by loveboxer123 on Sept 27, 2019 10:53:26 GMT -6
CHANGE IS CONSTANCY
a private rp between Boris and Tafari
Inaria, Cleric’s home, after Boris’s sudden change
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Post by loveboxer123 on Sept 27, 2019 11:23:47 GMT -6
 Boris;Talori | Briem Emissary
“Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward.”
“Uuugh?”
Boris’s first thought was he had died. Everything hurt, all over, and his skin felt like it wasn’t his own. Pain spiked around his shoulders, as he struggled through a sea of disoriented thought, attempting to piece together the night before. He had ran out of his home after finding out about the isolation order, far too upset to think beyond the horrible realization that he was stuck. He would never be able to be out in public with Tafari ever again. And if his father found out, he knew he would be plucked bare, like a chicken. He had stopped on a cliff face, overlooking the sea, pondering what to do next. He was hated here, he would never find acceptance among the Talorians unless he sliced himself up for their amusement and begged for forgiveness for the audacity to be born with feathers. There was a reason he had been a philosopher then an emissary. He cared little for politics, he just wanted to live in peace.
It was then that the flash of something caught his eye, and he had barely turned around before he was set upon by something that didn’t seem happy he was still here on this land. They had gone for his wings, and the golden Pegasus hadn’t been able to squirm away. Then, he didn’t know what happened, feeling something brush his withers and cup his cheek tenderly, like a mother would her crying child. His attacker had brought in a shaky gasp, throwing back their head and leaving him to bleed on the cliff’s edge. Boris had been fairly sure that was the end of him then.
But, he woke up here. Somewhere. He managed to peel open his eyes, hissing at the light that canted through the window over him, and he managed to raise his head and look around. The motion exhausted him, but he was too shocked by what he saw to really care.
Blue. Instead of his curly white tail, all he saw was brilliant blue. A hippocampus tail sat cheerily attached to the same area where his own tail had once been. And, as he rolled his eyes, he could see blue fins attached to his cheeks. And a quick check have him the reality of his wings still attached to him. His mouth dropped wide open, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. He grunted, making to stand, but the resident cleric had noticed him moving, and puttered over to put a stop to it.
“Goodness, dear! Don’t move so much, you’ve been out for three days!” Three days?! Boris stared, incredulous, as the cleric sighed, pushing him back down.
“Stay here, I’ll go get you some water, and inform your friend you’re awake.” He just nodded, watching the little old woman putter out of the room.
He had never been treated with so much respect.
This was weird.
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Post by hydrus101 on Sept 29, 2019 17:37:34 GMT -6
 T A F A R I• Talori | Agent to Breim •
“That’s the thing about most spies. Sometimes we keep secrets from each other, or even from ourselves.”
What had he been thinking?
Why had he been so far away?
When had he lost track?
Hundreds of whys and where’s and who’s and what’s circled ‘round Tafari’s head as he sat in the foyer of the modest Cleric’s home, tiredly glancing over every square inch of the cluttered wall in front of him. By this point he had it memorized, though he hadn’t been there quite as long as it had seemed.
In the stillness of the Cleric’s home, he reflected, having plenty of time to himself for once to just simply think. He would realize later that he hadn’t done that in quite some time.
As he sat, he thought about the announcement and the Empress and the Breimians and water and pegasi and love, but most of all, he thought about Boris.
He hadn’t been there when whatever happened happened. He had no idea what or who had attacked the emissary, what their motive was, if any evidence was left behind at the scene. He should have been there to help, but he had been preoccupied when Boris had left, too busy and distraught to pay attention to anyone or anything else. He had fallen in love with Nariah and all its breathtaking sights and interesting people. He had been far too invested in them and now as punishment it was being taken away from him. From everyone.
His own morality pushed back against the anguish.
“You’re a Talorian,” they hissed, “are you more loyal to a foreign nation than your motherland? How can you betray them like this?”
The internal conversation would then be pushed down and left to drift away within the murky confines of the agent’s mind. Tafari couldn’t confront those thoughts right now, probably not ever, and thus he returned to his worry, pacing between fear and betrayal in an endless loop, until the old Cleric reappeared.
She was holding a pitcher of water and a wooden cup, ushering for Tafari to follow her as she walked back to the room Boris was kept in.
“He’s finally woken up,” she chimed, sounding just as cheery as she had when Tafari had first met her.
He had to take short slow steps in order to not outpace her and his anxiety grew the closer he got to the door. If he would have had his way, he’d be sitting by his bedside day and night, but the Cleric had shooed him away to the foyer, claiming that since he was not family, he could not stay. Oh how he’d wanted to tell her to truth, to convince her to let him in, but that would only make things worse. Still, Tafari tried to hurry without seeming pushy. He wanted to be there to help work him though...the change.
It was an odd thing, religion. Tafari had never cared much for the gods until now, and it wasn’t until seeing the turquoise fins literally sprouting out of his bleeding, wounded boyfriend that he started to change his mind.
He’d never heard or seen anything like this, but was too worried about his condition to stop and think about it, but now, the repercussions were about to hit.
The door swung open before he’d had even realized they’d reached it and there he was, bandaged and bewildered and beautiful.
Tafari was at his side in an instant. He couldn’t hold him, not here, not now, and it ached to stay at arm’s length.
Concern worked away at his features and quietly, Tafari spoke. No jokes this time, just worry.
“Are you okay?”
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