There was a lot on everyone's minds upon the return from Fanow. Emet-Selch's claims were still floating about in the back of everyone's minds. Y'shtola being retrieved by a snap of fingers. Yet they returned with another Light Warden down and with just as many questions as answers. In reality, they had set out to do what they had intended to. Perpetual light ceased to be, opening up the skies for the true night to bless the trees; the people can now look up through that canopy and see the stars winking and blinking down at them. A sight that had not occurred in nigh a century.
Now it was a time for rest, for regrouping. While Theo and the rest of the Scions didn't hesitate to return to the Crystal Exarch to inform him of what all had transpired, at one point Theo dismissed himself. A soft smile, albeit tired, was given to the twins before he he left them all to further discuss, if needed. The Viera simply reassured them that he merely needed rest. Nothing more.
Upon return to the room, Theo pushed open the windows and continued to sit on the ledge proper. Just aquamarine eyes gazing out into the darkness of night. Theo wasn't unaware of the Light within him wanting to burst forth. Every now and then when he coughed, a disturbing white color would appear. It was a sign that the Viera now recognized, but he continued to hold himself together. Theo would hold himself together for the First. For the star. His friends. Yet seeing the Viis of the First as a bit much. It was alarming to note how many differences there were yet how many things were the same. For a moment, Theo felt as though he was staring back at his own home.
He missed them, his brothers and sisters. Missed his blood sisters more now than what he had when he first left. This is where Theo's mind wanders for the evening - thoughts about them. How were they fairing? How would things have been different he was still there instead of here. It wasn't something that he really allowed for himself to think, to reflect upon. Only because of where he had just come from do the thoughts seem to linger.
Another sharp pain made itself known in that moment. Theo felt his vision swimming, unfocused. It brought on another series of sharp, painful coughs. They were painful and wet as he pulled himself away from the window. No one needed to see Theo like this. Thus did he stumble his way towards where he could wash his face. Noticing the white on his shirt, he peeled the layers off and tossed them aside for the time being.
And Theo would try to get the taste - or lack there of - out of his mouth and soothe the ache.
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timeasmymeasure
soulmate au
Date: 2024-03-10 09:36 pm (UTC)Now it was a time for rest, for regrouping. While Theo and the rest of the Scions didn't hesitate to return to the Crystal Exarch to inform him of what all had transpired, at one point Theo dismissed himself. A soft smile, albeit tired, was given to the twins before he he left them all to further discuss, if needed. The Viera simply reassured them that he merely needed rest. Nothing more.
Upon return to the room, Theo pushed open the windows and continued to sit on the ledge proper. Just aquamarine eyes gazing out into the darkness of night. Theo wasn't unaware of the Light within him wanting to burst forth. Every now and then when he coughed, a disturbing white color would appear. It was a sign that the Viera now recognized, but he continued to hold himself together. Theo would hold himself together for the First. For the star. His friends. Yet seeing the Viis of the First as a bit much. It was alarming to note how many differences there were yet how many things were the same. For a moment, Theo felt as though he was staring back at his own home.
He missed them, his brothers and sisters. Missed his blood sisters more now than what he had when he first left. This is where Theo's mind wanders for the evening - thoughts about them. How were they fairing? How would things have been different he was still there instead of here. It wasn't something that he really allowed for himself to think, to reflect upon. Only because of where he had just come from do the thoughts seem to linger.
Another sharp pain made itself known in that moment. Theo felt his vision swimming, unfocused. It brought on another series of sharp, painful coughs. They were painful and wet as he pulled himself away from the window. No one needed to see Theo like this. Thus did he stumble his way towards where he could wash his face. Noticing the white on his shirt, he peeled the layers off and tossed them aside for the time being.
And Theo would try to get the taste - or lack there of - out of his mouth and soothe the ache.