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    Nevin stared at Eteri for a long minute. The woman fidgeted for a second, then he shook his head with a low laugh. “Honey. I've been yours since the day you decided to stay.” And - despite her sister accidentally drugging him, that was true. He'd made his goodbyes to the girls of the Lilly, because he wouldn't come back to them while he was with Eteri. Even when she'd gotten upset after their game in the restaurant, and held off for a while, Nevin hadn't even considered going back to them. He'd waited for her.

    And now - now, she was nearly as eager for sex as he was. He didn't know if it was because of the soul inside of her, or if it was because he had finally gotten around to actually using his darker, dominant side, but whatever it was - they quite often went to sleep tangled together in the afterglow. Other women held no interest to him - his little Eteri was devoted to him in a way he doubted anyone else would ever match. “I am yours. Just as you are mine. I don't want you going to anyone else, ever. And I won't.” My words a certain promise. My heart had long been hers - I would reassure her that the rest of me was, too.

    “Why want anyone else Eteri like Nevin. Eteri feel full. Want all of.. All the time…” She stepped closer to him, still barely dressed, and pressed herself against his tall frame. She breathed in deep. “No one else smells this good.”

    He curled his arms around her, shaking his head before resting his chin on top of hers. “Careful, dear, or you're going to go to bed sore.” Nevin chuckled and gave her a squeeze. “Come on - we should go shower. And I mean, just, shower.” He didn't know if he was telling her that - or himself. A quick press of his lips against her forehead, and he pulled away, peeling off the remainder of his clothes as he headed towards the bathroom.

    “What.” One single, flat, disbelieving word reached Eteri’s ears from the bathroom. “Honey, could you come here?” A pleasant tone. “Now?” She followed behind him, poking her head into the bathroom. “Yes?” A large coil of threads wrapped around her waist, and dragged her off the feet and into the bathroom. Nevin was smiling pleasantly at the sink. The white sink, currently stained a vivid red hue.

    “What happened?”

    “Oh...split dye..is why only one part hair red.”She didn’t seem too phased by it. She was more interested in the coils around her waist. She gently pat them affectionately as she looked up at Nevin, smiling. Damn woman.

    Nevin brought her in close and stared at her, then took a very deep breath, and sighed. “And I take it you tried washing your hands, which is why my towel over there is stained pink.” She nodded brightly, running her hand back and forth along the threads that were holding her up.

    “Yes. But is OK. Eteri can wash later maybe.” She was being bright and cheery, and here he was trying to be irritated at her over it. But he just - he couldn't.

    He sighed. “Honey. Next time you want to dye your hair, talk to me. I am literally an Alchemist. I can make you hair dye that won't stain porcelain.” She tilted her head, and he tapped the basin of the sink. Her eyes lit up.

    “Now. I'm going to take a shower. After that, I will get you something to repair the damage to your hair.” He took a deep breath. <”Clothing dye is more… Solid. Thicker. No. Denser. Love, what is the word for, there's more of it? In one spot?”> Her tail flicked and her ears perked up, as they always did when he tried speaking Akashiman. She smiled happily as she thought.

    <”Concentrated?”>

    Nevin frowned, thought, and nodded. “Yes. Ah. <Yes. Concentrated. Clothing dye is more concentrated than hair dye. Because of that, it hurts your hair. I happened to loving stroke my pet’s hair, so I would rather it no fall out because you using wrong .”> He shook his head.

    “I'm sure I horribly mangled that. I'm sorry.” He flushed a bit, and his threads pulled away from her, making her grumble a bit at their absence. He ignored her pouting and turned on the water, cranking the heat up to his preferred, nearly scalding, temperature. He glanced over his shoulder, his hand still resting on the knob.

    “Did you want to join me?” She nodded and went to duck into the shower with him, but paused, ears twitching as she watched the rising steam. She put one arm in and made a cute little alarmed mew as she realized how hot it is.

    “Did you want me to turn down the-”

    Before he could finish she shook her head and obstinately pushed herself into the shower with him. Nevin couldn't help the chuckle that came as she took shelter in the shower, using him as a shield against the hot water. Every so often she would slowly slide out into the rushing water, but then she would duck back in front of him as he let the hot water massage his back. He smiled down at her, shaking his head.

    “You, my little love, are adorable.” She scowled up at him, just making him smile wider. Then he tilted his head back and let the water run through his hair and across his face, which he then promptly shook onto Eteri, who squeaked as water fell into her face. His mild amusement done, he reached past her and grabbed the soap then raised an eyebrow at her.

    “Do - no no. Eteri,” He said sternly. “Turn around so I can wash your back.” She blinked, a bit unused to him being commanding when they weren't being sexual, then turned around, her tail flicking against him in the process.

    “Good girl…” he murmured as he began gently scrubbing her. She purred at his touch, arching her back as he scrubbed her down. He picked back up the thread of the conversation from earlier, now that they had been, at least temporarily, sated.

    “So. For now, the best idea I've had to extend your lifespan is to garner you life force. Simply put, my own would be the best - ah ah, shh, let me talk little one.” He had seen her immediately open her mouth again to reject this. He stared at her as she looked at him over her shoulder, and then she turned her head away, her tail lashing almost angrily. “Good. Now, my own would be best. We are already compatible because of the initial doses I've given you in the past. And with your new soul, you have an affinity to my magic, as we have both noticed.” He sighed. “But, your inherent desire not to hurt me, means you'd reject my life force in situations where I tried to give it to you.” She nodded, not looking at him.

    “So. The second best option would be, to kill things, and I can use my blood Alchemy to harvest their life force. The biggest drawback to this is, we would need to kill either lot, and I do mean a lot, of small animals to get what you will need - or, more powerful entities would have higher life forces, which would extend that. Unfortunately, I can't think of a way of giving you a life span to match mine - not without somehow tying your life span to my own.” He hummed in thought as he began gently washing her hair. It was actually soothing for him, to be here showering with her and just - getting these thoughts off his chest. He'd been keeping these ideas trapped in his own head, and slowly going mad over it for so long. Talking with her felt - much, much better.

    As he'd mentioned to her earlier. Nearly every problem that had come up, the two of them had faced together. It had been stupid of him not to talk with her - he'd been trying to handle this on his own, and while he was smart, so was she. And she thought of things in a different manner than he did. Two heads were definitely better than one in this case. He slowly massaged her head, gently rubbing her ears, and sighed.

    “So dear. Any ideas on how you might live longer? The life force thing, at least the one from kills, is a temporary solution at best.” He was always better when he dealt with problems head on, rather than backing down and trying to hide from them.
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  2. #2
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    “See!” I cried out enthusiastically. “See! Is important! Make Nevin the stronger. I bounced up and down. Excitement coursed through my veins. This… this was important, not just to me but to Nevin. If I could get this to work then he’d spend more time at home again. “Here!” I reached into my shoulder bag and rummaged around till my hand clasped over a handful of the tiny blood pearls. I lifted them out my bag. “Who want one?”

    I wasn’t...expecting everyone to start. Members of the congregation started to rush me, “I uh….uhm…” I glanced toward Nevin and the priest for help. I didn’t want all those people that close to me.

    “Please stop.” The priest rose his hand and people slowed to a halt. Oh phew..that was good. The old man cleared his throat. “Let us not overwhelm the man. It is clear he can hear our prayers. Let us take a moment to think - how would he handle the love, and voices of us all?”

    I stilled.

    Oh… Oh I hadn’t thought about that. I turned to Nevin. He...he was struggling with just myself and the priest praying to him. All those people… all at once… I wanted him to be stronger but maybe he wasn’t used to such things yet.

    “Eteri...not know what do.” Nevin reached out and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. When he spoke, his words only reached me.

    “Stay with me. You're my rock, Eteri. My support. I'll endure this, and grow stronger, for you. With you.” Then he lifted his head up. His voice became strident, strong. He was - good.

    “For the rest of you. Please. Keep your prayers to certain times. Here, together. But - if you need me, need my help. Do not hesitate. If I am to be your god, then - I should be there for my followers when they need me most. Don't abuse this though - I am a god of acceptance, not a god of good. I take both the good and the bad, and I can use both if someone goes too far.” There was a dominant, strong tone to his words. Commanding, as his eyes flashed around the chamber, stabbing into the people who had the blood pearls.

    There was a low murmur through the crowd and a feeling of understanding and acceptance. Then, people started lining up in front of me to accept the pearls.

    “I’ll need to punish you later for taking these.” He whispered into my ear. He grabbed my shoulders tightly, a playful warning. I turned to the people who were lined up and carefully placed a stone in each of their hands.

    It was worth it. Any punishment was worth helping him. Most of the congregation had received a stone, I did run out… but the people didn’t seem disappointed. Instead, they spoke with others, about sharing. It was...an odd concept to me.

    Sharing.

    I tried to imagine sharing my things but couldn’t. I still would barely let Nevin touch my soul vials unless he asked first. Things had begun to settle, the members of the church chatting idly amongst themselves. “Hey...Nevin…” I turned to him. “Did...Eteri do right thing?” He turned to me, dark eyes studying me for a moment. Then he kissed my forehead, then pressed another soft, warm kiss to my lips.

    “You did what you thought was right, love. I was - being silly. Stupid and afraid. Thank you.”

    His words alleviate any concerns I had. “Am glad.” I stepped into his embrace and wrapped my arms around his waist nuzzling into him. “If this helps...will see you more often? Not so many late nights and no sleeps?”

    “I'll - be home every night dear. With you.” He stroked the hair on top of my head, the edge of his thumb brushing against the base of my ear ever so softly. “I'm sorry, Eteri.”

    “Is ok.” I pressed myself tighter against him. “You is going to be very strong soon. Very strong.”

    The priest cleared his throat which made Nevin pull away from me. “Miss… Eteri was it?” I nodded. He bowed low to me. “You have done us, and our lord a great service. May I offer you a place as one of the disciples in this humble church?”

    Dee---what now? I glanced up at Nevin. “Uh… what….word?” He blinked. Looked thoughtful.

    <”Like the old priest is close to the gods of Akashima. But - you’d be closer, a more intimate relationship.”>

    I nodded and turned to the priest. I understood. I just didn’t quite catch the old man's accent. “Ah! Yes. Eteri will. Eteri is!” The priest smiled warmly.

    “We will look forward to the wise words one so close to our god will bring.”

    Wise words? I think this guy was …. Not knowing what he was getting himself into. My words were never wise. They were barely coherent. Instead of telling him this I gave him a small nod.

    “After all…” He continued. “You dream of the Crimson Lands correct?”

    I furrowed my brow. “You mean red place where tall man fight?”

    The priest nodded. “Yes. We feel these dreams mean a great deal. We have a few dreamweavers, and if you ever wish - you may rest here and they can gaze upon what knowledge you have in your subconsciousness.”

    In my….He wanted to look in my dreams? But most of them where of Nevin…. A naked Nevin. “Ah...maybe… not now...maybe one day.”

    “I - think she is concerned of dreams of a more personal nature. And I have to agree.” Nevin's
    arms tightened around me.

    “Y-yes!” I nodded. “Eteri dream of Nak-mmpf” Nevin placed his hand over my mouth.

    “Eteri, sweetheart. Don’t you think it’s time we depart and get something to eat?”

    I nodded. He let me go and bowed to the priest - who bowed so low he nearly hit the ground with his face. Nevin shook his head.

    We continued to say our goodbyes to the congregation as we left the church. I felt...proud...accomplished..but I also felt like - something was missing. That I was forgetting something important in all this. As we walked the sunny streets toward a small cafe I looked up at Nevin.

    “Nevin. You has the prayers now. You get the strength, but Eteri feel like not do something important. What is?”

    “I’m sure it's nothing Honey.” He gave me a slightly strained smile and squeezed my hand. I nodded. If he said so… I’d trust him. We avoided the main streets and restaurants. He knew I wasn’t too keen on those anymore. Instead, we found a quaint cafe not too far from home.

    A bakery. A small bakery that sold cakes, pastries and hot drinks. The outside was adorned with flowers, which I didn’t eat by the way! There was a single iron table outside, painted white and inside were a few wooden tables. It was a nice day so we chose to sit outside.

    Nevin had ordered a big mug of bitter black coffee and a thin cheese Danish. That didn’t really appeal to me. What was sitting in front of me was much much better. A small puff pastry topped with cream and lots and lots and lots of strawberries. “Eteri love sweet things!” I said as I stabbed the fork into a strawberry and placed it into my mouth.

    He laughed, then reached out and swiped some cream from the edge of my mouth. He sucked the cream off his thumb, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me. “Not quite my favorite flavor but it'll have to do.” He grinned.

    “What is your favourite flavour?” I asked.

    He gave me a devious smirk, and I could feel the tickling sensation of his tendrils dancing along the skin of my legs. “My sweet Eteri. I thought you were smarter than that.” He paused to take a long sip of his coffee then set it down. The tendrils wove their way around my legs, constricting them. “You. You’re my favourite flavour.”

    I forced my eyes down to my half eaten tart. His gaze was intense and I could feel it on me. Just..just… I shoved as much of the tart into my mouth as I could so I wouldn’t make a sound.


    I heard the clatter of silverware against the table and my eyes shot up to him holding his head. A pained look on his face. “N-Nevin?”

    “H-home. Now..” He hissed through clenched teeth. The tendrils pulled away from me and II pushed out from the iron chair and quickly helped him stand.

    “What wrong?”

    “Please Eteri.... Help me get home.”

    I nodded, concerned. What...what had happened? Today was going so well.
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    The alchemist closed his eyes and accepted the kiss - and held on as she shook. He had been about to tell her that he still blamed himself for not noticing the collar in time - if he had just paid a bit more attention, then she never would have been endangered. Instead - instead she had been taken to the Gallery. Which Nevin still had to deal with. Because they were still an issue. Not - not a threat. No, they seemed almost more devout worshippers than the normal members of the crimson church did. Just - darker, darker. Nevin carefully lifted the small girl up, cradling her in threads, and carried her out into the kitchen. He - gave in to his desire, and kept her close, curled up in his thread. She complied all too easily, pressing herself against his back, her arms draped over his shoulders as the red threads pressed her close to him.

    As she mumbled incoherent words into his hair the redhead began cooking up the meat he had been preparing earlier. While theoretically he could have given her one of the blood stimulant potions, he preferred to have her recover naturally. Because - he didn’t fully trust himself not to overindulge if he gave her another one of those. He knew himself, and knew that she was absolutely wonderful to taste.

    “Smell good.” She said from behind him. He felt her press her chin on his shoulder and knew she was watching him work. “Did you put potion in this too?” He shook his head, and as he did so pressed a quick kiss against her cheek.

    “No. Too often, and they'll put a strain on your body. And my sanity. This is just straight food, chosen both for your carnivorous appetite and to help you regain blood naturally.” He sliced the meat down into thin strips, then began frying them in the sesame oil Eteri had insisted he use. As they cooked he added some of the diced garlic and the soy sauce, listening to her mumble as she drooled on his shoulder, distracting him with tiny nibbles against his skin as he worked. To retaliate, he started massaging her with the threads that were holding her against him, gentle, rolling waves of pressure. He felt her rumble with a purr against his back, and smiled.

    Nevin focused on the food, trying to distract himself from the happy, purring ball of affection that was nuzzling him. Cooking up the meat, along with a small portion of vegetables for her, was easy enough. And he cheated - he used his threads to reach out and start boiling some water for the rice. But the true challenge would be getting his meat-loving girlfriend to actually eat the vegetables once he put them on the table.

    “Not eat that.” She pouted as she reached over and pointed at said vegetables. He reached up and tweaked her nose.

    “Yes you will dear. They'll help your body make the iron in your blood. You'll get better, faster, and we can have fun again without me being afraid I'm going to hurt you.” He admonished her gently. She felt the ends of threads pick against her skin then pull away without actually sliding in.

    Nevin laughed as she slid off his back and into her chair. She was almost like a child, she still had a hand clutched tightly around a wad of his clothing. Refusing to fully let him go. Her eyes were puffy from crying as she stared up at me from the kitchen chair. “Fine.” She huffed as she quickly shoved them into her mouth, practically swallowing them whole and choking in the process.

    “Eteri. Love. Chew, then swallow. I promise you, the taste won't kill you” He laughed and took her hand in his own, replacing fabric with flesh. He pulled the chair closer to hers, so they weren't sitting across the table from each other but side by side. It took a little effort to get a fork with his threads to cooperate, but he was soon eating his own meal steadily beside her.
    She shuffled close to him and ate her meal in unusual silence. She paused and turned to him.

    “Nevin...please...promise never to leave?” The alchemist paused and slow turned his head to her. He leaned over and kissed her forehead softly, tenderly.

    “I promise, Eteri. Come whatever may, I'm not leaving you. Not - not this.” He reached out and placed his hand against her chest, between her breasts. “I love you. I'm not leaving that.”

    She offered him a smile. “I love you too.” She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the tip of his nose then turned back to eat her meal. He smiled softly and turned back to his own food - then paused in his tracks, as a soft, desperate voice reached him. It echoed in his head - but was not as loud as the other had been. Soft - scared, alone.

    Please… I know you’re busy - I know this is so new… but please? I’m scared - scared and alone and I - I …. It was a young boy’s voice. Tiny, hesitant. I saw the people in the church praying, and they all seemed so sure that you - their god? - would respond that - that I just have to ask. Please, it gets so cold...I don’t think… Nevin shot bolt upright. He couldn’t feel the emotions connected to this voice - they didn’t have a piece of his soul with them - but even so, he could hear the terror and desperation in it.

    “Is ok?” The alchemist looked to his love, and gave her a slightly strained smile.

    “No. Someone needs help and is praying to me for it. I’ll - be back soon dear. I suppose this is what it means to be a god.”

    “What? No!” Eteri stood, indignant. “I follow. I help! I good at help sometimes!” She latched onto his coat with a clawed hand.

    “Yes. Yes you are, love. Alright. Grab a blanket while I get a simple meal together for this poor boy.” He gently detached her hand and pushed her towards the bedroom.

    “Yes, Ok...no leave without please?” She sounded desperate, and afraid. Nevin knew she was still shaken from the dream, but if that meant she’d help him then that was ok too.

    “I won’t, dear. I promise you. I won’t go out of this store until you are by my side” He called after her, then turned to look at what to take to the boy. A simple meal, bread and some warm meat stuffed inside. He took a breath, and headed into his workshop and found a small nutrient potion.

    Eteri returned with a blanket draped over her, tied around her neck like a cape. She also had her satchel which looked like it had been shoved full of clothing. Nevin’s clothes.

    “Alright. Let’s go, dear. Together.” He held out his hand to her.

    Eteri nodded as she took his hand and held it tightly in her own. “Mmm. Together. Eteri follow her Nevin, her god. Always.” Out into the cold night they went - Nevin leading the way back towards the church. The only place the small, scared voice could have gotten one of the blood pearls to pray to him with.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

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    I slept… I slept tangled up in his blankets his scent and I dreamt.

    It felt so real.


    The landscape was desolate sands as far as I could see, all various shades of red. The wind felt cold against my skin and I shivered. This place felt familiar yet I swear I had never been here before. My ears perked at the sound of fighting. Normally I’d turn tail and walk away from the sound of obvious danger - but something drove me forward.

    Toward that sound. I saw figures, blurred and shadowed, as though they weren’t actually there. That they were nothing more than flickers upon the sand.

    A tall figure stopped, and began to run toward me. Oh… Oh no that wasn’t good was it? The humanoid figure moved at speeds I couldn’t fathom. I took a few steps back, only to stop.

    “N-Nevin?”

    His visage was still warbled but it looked like him, an older more torn version of him. A large, fresh scar ran down the middle of his face, nearly splitting it and it looked like it was throbbing painfully. His eyes were practically a glowing crimson and his hair tangled. A long tangled mess that made me want to - oh- I already was. I felt my fingers trawl through his tangled locks. “What happen? Where is?”

    He wrapped an arm tightly around my waist. The other pressed against my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Listen to me….Eteri...I need you here.”

    “Not understand. Am here now.”

    He shook his head and gripped my cheek. “Eteri I need you to come here. To the Crimson Plains - if you don’t I will die.” There was - fear there, a desperation that made my heart ache. My chest burned, why did this feel so sad?

    “D-die?”

    He pressed himself against me in a warm embrace. “Don’t let me go alone.” His voice was softly pleading, scared, and he sounded so alone right then.

    I was confused. Still, I reached up to return the embrace. As my arms tightened around him he… he exploded and I was dripping in blood. “N-Nevin? NEVIN!?”




    I awoke with a start, body covered in sweat. My erratic cries still screaming for him. “Nevin? NEVIN? NEVIN!?” Hot tears streamed down my face as I desperately called for him.

    There was the sound of feet - and of wood splintering. I felt threads reach me first, rushing around me, lifting me up and cradling me, then a moment later strong arms curled around me, and fingers ran through my hair, stroking my head. “Honey, honey - Eteri, I'm here.” <”Eteri, I am here love. I'm here.”> The words were repeated over and over again in my ears, switching between Common and Akashiman every few repetitions.

    I mumbled as I rubbed my face into his neck. “Dream you ...I a...ah...dream you… go.and….and explode...blood….” I sobbed, barely able to get the words out. “You exploded in blood. Because Eteri need go to Crimson Plains.”

    I felt him tense and go to pull away but I held fast. “No! NO go!” I screamed at him. “Eteri.. Eteri will come with! Ok! OK?”

    “Eteri- Eteri, love. I - OK. OK, we will figure out a way for you to come. I don't - I don't know how, but we will figure it out. I promise, I won't go there alone.” He stopped trying to pull away, and pressed himself around me tighter.

    “I saw you….” I said after a few minutes of regaining my composure. “Y-you were fighting and you were losing….” Even with him so close against me my chest ached

    “It felt so real…” I was shaking….I was still shaking but at least my words were coming out right now. His fingers ran through my hair...and his arms were wrapped tight around me. Even his tendrils wrapped themselves around my waist and legs. It was almost like I was cocooned.. No… no I was cocooned in everything that was him.

    I shifted my head to kiss his cheek, again and again. I was afraid I’d never be able to experience his warmth again and everytime I closed my eyes… all I could see was myself covered in red. The dripping red of his blood. He turned his head, catching my lips with his when I went to kiss his cheek again, and I clung to that kiss desperately. He was still here, still alive and well. But try as I might, the look of desperation on his older face just before he exploded wouldn't leave me.

    “I'm here, lover. I'm right here.” He kept repeating it, rocking me against his chest no, his hands rubbing in small circles along my back. “I'm here. And you're making me stronger. I bet that dream me was alone - but I'm not. I have you. You made me face my fear and accept the church, and accept my fear of losing you. I - I will be stronger. Because I have to be stronger, for you. OK? I will not leave you, Eteri. Ever.”

    “You looked lo-lo-lonely…” I sobbed. He reached up and wiped away the tears that continued to stream down my face, then pressed me against his chest, where I soaked his shirt with more tears.

    “I haven't been lonely for a long time, honey. Not since I met you - not since I rescued you.” He had hesitated, then corrected himself. My heart stung - he had been lonely when Stefan took me. I remembered how broken he had looked then when I walked away. “But I have you. I'm not lonely with you with me.” His hug was almost painful.

    “That...that not me Nevin. You know right? Right? Eteri not walk away from you?” He nodded and opened his mouth to say something but I pressed my lips hard against him, silencing any further words.
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