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Sydarahai
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A sort-of homecoming (open)
« Thread Started on Oct 15, 2009, 5:26pm »

"No one will notice a single missing soldier. With the war being what it was..is..There are too many things to do. It's for the best. They..They are better off without me."

These were the words that had sank through the head of Sydarahai over the past few weeks. He knew they were lies, that one person in particular would miss his presence, but that attachment was part of the reason why he had felt it right to leave in the first place. Now, as he staggered back to the Legion Hall, he found himself cursing a decision he had sworn was for the best.

Since the brothers Eclipse were small children, Sydarahai had always been considered the more rash and hot-headed one. The harsh years had done little to change either factor of his personality; while he was a slight bit more patient, his temper had only worsened. And with that came a distant, predatory sort of restlessness. He was born and bred for war, possibly beyond that of his race-mates, and so it was never difficult for him to find a lions share of either paying work or trouble. In this case, it seemed he had found both.

Sydarahai staggered through the door, making it a fair distance in the door. He was covered in gashes, lumps and bruises from his red head to his clawed toes. One eye had altogether swollen shut, and the other wasn't too far away. He raised up one hand, revealing a bundle of fresh-picked Azpha flowers, set them on the table with uncharacteristic gentleness, and then proclaimed, in a voice loud with pride but hoarse from exertion.

"oh SYLEST! I'm HOME!"

And with that proud (yet possibly anti-climactic) statement, Sydarahai proceeded to hit the floor with a resounding THUD as he passed out flat on his already-battered face.

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Re: A sort-of homecoming (open)
« Reply #1 on Oct 16, 2009, 8:44pm »

Sylest knew that his brother was just as impulsive as he was, more-so to some due to some things that happened to Sylest in order to break him of bad habits. When Sydarahai simply did not return to the Legion Hall one night, Sylest didn't think much of it. In his heart of hearts he could feel that his brother was physically all right and he knew he would return. The twins could not be parted forever. It was like chopping off ones own arm and expecting not to ever miss it. There would be times that you needed it there and would want it back so you could reach for something or simply scratch your own behind. That was the way that Sylest saw his relationship with his twin brother. They needed one another as much as they needed air to breath.

On this particular night, Sylest had not expected Sydarahai to just 'appear.' But then again that was part of the nature of the boisterous and loud twin. Sometimes he just did things and this was one of those times. Sylest felt a tickle go up his back and it made the hair of his mane stand on end. He shivered and jumped up right from his desk. He had been signing some papers to have more weapons and armor brought in. The Legion was hurting for money, but he hoped some deals with unsavory Shugo might help with that in the future.

Wearing only a black silk night gown, the Chanter came thundering down the steps with partially damp teal hair flying out behind him. "BROTHER!" He called out, reaching the bottom step about the time his twin thudded face first into the carpet. Sighing heavily he rushed forward and dropped to thin pale knees. His robe bunched up, leaving the slender dancer's legs showing some. Carefully he rolled his brother over so the other's head was laying neatly in his silk draped lap. "Silly..."

Tender clawed hands traced the bruises against the Gladiator's face. From plump lips began a haunting melody that filled the Legion Hall. Everywhere those finger tips touched, the bruising and cuts started to fade away. After a few moments the only remnants of Sydara's injuries were the old crusting blood stains. Sylest smiled down at his brother, still passed out for the moment. He glanced to the flowers and then shook his head. "I love you no matter what...silly silly..."

Sighing heavily he sat there with the male's head in his lap. Crimson eyes slid closed as he started to sing again. The song was happier; a tone meant to inspire and pump the blood. A few of the Legion had poked their heads out of rooms here and there to listen and see what was going on. Eventually there was a small audience, simply listening and looking on at the strange Asmodian that Sylestial was holding. Considering the twins looked so different from one another, few understood at first glance that this was Sylest's flesh and blood.

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Re: A sort-of homecoming (open)
« Reply #2 on Oct 19, 2009, 12:46pm »

For a few moments, Sydarahai was out cold. Lumps of cold iron were more lively then him. But as the song of healing eased it's way through his being, he found himself coming back to some semblance of life. His ruby eyes fluttered open, and his lips curled into an odd sort of smile. Even though it looked upside down, he would know that face anywhere.

"Hello gorgeous," he purred. He sat up and moved to face the lithe teal-haired chanter, moving to place a gentle kiss on those singer's lips. He reached into a bag at his side and set it on the table, then rose to look around at the gathering onlookers.

"Alright, alright, show's over!" He barked. He quickly waved off the majority of the onlookers, ignoring the few hangers-on that at least tried to be sneaky about gawking, and then turned to grab Sylest up into a fireman's hold.

"So much to tell you," he sighed. His voice sounded tired but also content. "The question is.. Now or later?"

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