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johnwaterstrike · 6 years

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(During Grindstone, John Waterstrike push himself to hard, much to the concern of his fairy partner, Kit and Jancis Milburga. But because of a miss understanding between Jancis and Kit, John took it into his own hands to straighten things out between the two.)

Jancis Milburga looks over at John, "Forgive me. I did not ask for your help to stand earlier. Is understandable for her to be protective of you afterwards. Are you all right? Did seem a bit dizzy sitting there." She clearly tries to focus more on John.

John Waterstrike reach up, needing his forehead. "Kit told me why she was looking at you...." He sigh. "It is alright. This...it all seems to be a miss understanding." He reach up, nudging Kit's leg. "Tell her, Kit." Kit peek out enough look at Jancis with teary eyes. 'Wan...want you to stop him...'

Jancis looks over at the glittering Kit, her face flush with realization at her midunderstanding. She repeats quietly "stop him" and then looks thoughtful as she recalls what was said before. "I. I do not speak well, nor listen well. I did not realize."

Jancis takes a handkerchief from her satchel, carefully holding it up for Kit despite the size difference. "John? Why are you pushing yourself so?"

John blush as Kit seem to teleport to attach to herself to Jancis, letting the other dab at the tears. "It...it something that I'm sure is turning Mom and Dad's hair gray. I know Howl has let me have it about it as well." He try to not think about the pointed looks from Warren. "It's...I just narrow everything down to just healing..." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to focus on his words.

Jancis looks surprised at the bold Kit, carefully keeping her hand in the handkerchief to catch the moisture. "At a cost to you and your kin? It is a hard balance." Her voice is very empathetic. "People are strong as you are. I am sure you can manage both, without. Without depleting yourself unless it is dire."

"I have had to practice that myself. Especially right now. It is very hard to watch and do a little. Very hard,” Jancis says.

"It's a fault...one that I pick up after she...after Tanya die." John began to pace...thought better of it and he moves over to sit next to the tree. "You know about my ability...my gift. You know I call it a curse."

Jancis looks away from Kit, "Tanya died? Thal's Grace." She nods slowly after looking empathic and mournful for the acquaintance. "Yes. Yes, you have called it that before." She motions to his gloves.

John rests his elbow were on his knees, eyes looking distant. "Do you know why I thought it...I was curse. Why I thought it was best to be...gone then here..."

"To. To not touch another? You are worthy of finding a way, John,” Jancis reassure.

"Faberllet thought different...but then again, I 'dream' his crimes against those he was supposed to be helping...been healing." Kit was shaking, knowing this story. "10 Sun of age...too sick to realize that the visions weren't just from the fever, asking him 'Why...why did you hurt them?' And instead of the kind face he first show, he became fearful and call me cursed. I heard him tell Mom and Dad that the elementals wouldn't allow him to help me, that they said I was curse."

“Evening Fist defeats Morokha to claim the Grindstone championship.” Warren Castille yell came from the large stone.

John shakes his head, glancing over at the 'stone as Warren call out the winner. He look back at Jancis with a sigh. "Tanya wasn't 'happy' with him. I believe Dad told me after she heal me that she had to have her staff replace. Big sister is over protective big sister and all that. Though after she really got done...it was a long time before I saw him again." He reach up to rub at his upper left arm. "I guess it stay with me...that if I could heal, then the elementals might forgive me."

John rubs the back of his neck. "Guess it’s stupid to let something like that direct how I should live."

Jancis kept her eyes on John, missing the fanfare. "The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; but, it is fear." She purses her lips together. "Forgive my boldness. It is a bit stupid. His fear was wrong, for all you put value on his words." She gets a little closer, trying to comfort Kit. "I worry more that you will take yourself to such pains to gain a forgiveness you will not receive. I cannot see what there is to forgive."

"I...know that now, Jan." John sigh. "It's still a hard habit to break...though this time I was trying not to break it. Just mixing aethers drains me. Same with ‘Dreaming’ but not quite as bad."

Jancis nods, kneeling down and settling in arm's reach. "It has the best of intentions. I. I hope. I hope next time will be further along. And the next after that. I will remind you and aid here."

John give a short chuckle. "I'll try my best. I might at least save Howl and Warren's hair from going as white as Mom's and Dad's."

"I wonder if Warren's is looking for a reason to." Jancis smiles back, concern easing a little on her features. "Here. You saw Sir Denz, yes? He made this bread. He leaves it for me when he has to go. Perhaps it will make you feel better. He is quite the baker when he is not wielding a sword." She takes out a carefully wrapped up loaf of bread and offers it.

"It. It helps me feel better whenever I eat it,” she adds.

John's nose twitches and his ears flickers. "If you don't mind sharing."

Jancis smiles, handing over the loaf. "I do not mind. Happy to. He will be eager for a reason to make more." Bracing herself of her own strength she stands, urging Kit into John's arms and leaving her with the handkerchief. "I should be off. Thank you for helping me understand. It means a lot. Take care of each other."

"And forgive me, Little Kit, for saying you were unbecoming. I was wrong. Your care for John glows brighter than yourself."

John use the tree to push himself off, breaking off a bit of bread, eyes lighting up at the taste. "Please let him know that I think it is very good." Kit blushes at the praise even as he cuddle back into John's neck. "Take care of yourself as well, Jan." he says, offering a small smile.

Jancis return the smile to him.

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Grindstone - Bread and Booze

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Grindstone - Egg-cellent!

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johnwaterstrike · 7 years

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A Brother of Brothers (Day 2)

(Hours would pass by as they steadily fell into complete stillness and silence. To others, they might have looked like a statue as their heart rate dropped and beat slowly, breathing shallowed and metabolism lowered. They had reached another state between conciouness and unconciouss as the both of them met each other between the bridge of the mind. Their aether gave signs of activity, being the only thing that showed life as their work brought them through the next few suns. Every memory mixed and was emparted, every thought was gained and the two brothers allowed themselves to let go of their identities to become one person. The moments that this happened, their aether became the most active as it pulsed and became alive.)

John had just finish tempering the choclate, the berry filling cooling in a bowl, and had been setting up the modes when he felt it. His began to tingle as there was a faint pulse of aether, follow by another, and another. Each of them becoming stronger, more alive in the vibrations. He was on his feet, rushing over to Sizha, and holding out his hands, feeling the vibration of his aether against his fingers. "Sizha...little brother..."

Sizha was unresponsive except for the aether pressing outward against Johns hands. It seemed to be in the midst of trying to readjust and fix itself which caused it to create an irregular path.

"Come on, Siz...I know you can do it. Remember what I said, little brother. You come back as yourself, I'll have a surrprise for you." John said. "Just a little more, Brother, you can do it."

Sizhas aether began to reduce slowly to a more even level...back to a heart beat pulse. This would last over the next two suns until it ebbed away and became like a calm line. The world slowly returned...light and sound became real again and his body awakened. The first sign was a light gasp of air as he tried to move but there were signs of mild atrophy in his muscles from the suns of unuse. This room,these smells...where was he...what happened..? He was just confused and lost at that moment.

John had added more wood to the fire, recheck the supplies, and made sure the chocolate tuffles were still being keep chill. Right now, his head was pillow on his arms, his breathing even in sleep, and quill lax in his hands. Under his head was a partly written letter to Howl, explaining that Sizha's aether had become the pattern of a heartbeat but there had been no sign of him awakening yet. On the other side of the table was the drawing he had done, ink dry, and a box setting in a small cluster of Ice shards. "little brother...wake...soon..." he mutter in his sleep.

Sizha stared over at the sound of snoring to see John sitting...or rather laying at the table with the letter under his hands. He dragged himself forward, trying to ignore a growing headache but he wanted to see if maybe this person had answers. They were familiar to look at and observe until he noticed the letter he had been writing. Squinting at it, he would read over it until the memory was dusted off and came back to him slowly. He pressed a hand to Johns shoulder and tried to shake him awake.

"five min..." John burying his face in his arms. Another shake to his shoulder began to draw him into the waking world, and blurry eyes open to stare at mismatch ones. He blink for a moment as his sleepy brain caught up to who was looking at him and he was on his knees, catching Sizha in a hug. "By the Twelve," he said, "I was afraid you weren't going to wake up, Little Brother."

Sizha smiled as he was hugged by him and made sure to hold him as he was shivering a bit, trying to stay upright. He couldn't help a few tears falling down his cheeks from relief of finding familiarity in the moment and someone that was here. There were things he wanted to say but it was still too soon for him to be able to think so perfectly so he remained silent and just tried to calm at Johns side.

John could feel him shivering against him. He pull back, holding his hand against Sizha's heart. "Twelve, your aether is weak, Sizha. Hold on, this is going to come in handy." Holding the younger one against him, he reach up for the box, knocking the drawing off the table as he pull the box to him, and set it on the floor. He flip the lid open, revealing white and milk chocolate tuffles, "The sugar in them should help stabilize your aether, little brother."

His ears perked to the sight of the sweets ad mouth watered. They looked delicious and he loved sweets anyway. Tilting himself, he tried to grab a truffle but also noticed that something had fallen down from the table...that being the drawing. "...?"

John notice the that Sizha was looking at the drawing he had done. "Ah, you had just went into mediation and I was checking your aether to make sure everything was settling and well." He blush, "I decided to draw you and then I drew 'you' both and how your aether was mixing." He reach down and pick up one of the white chocolate tuffles. "Here, eat..."

Sizha nodded a little and accepted the truffle to eat, still staring at the paper. It felt odd to look at but he couldn't pin point the emotion. There may have been a look of concern in his eyes as he thought through it, ears moving slowly.

"Hey, it work, little brother. You and Ahzi are one now." he said, mistaking the concern and silence. "I can feel it in your aether. Though for a moment there, your two aether mixing was so strong, it was offsetting the rhythm of your aether." He pull him into another hug, "But I knew you two could pull it together to become one again."

He couldn't help smiling at his optimism. After all, he had been there waiting and taking care of him through the process and it touched him to be called little brother. An echo of it resonated in his mind, catching on another thought nearly forgotten. For the moment, he let it slip and just focused on hugging John back. He was right after all. It had been successful but it left him oddly...lonely. Had John not been there, waking up would have been worse.

John didn't want to give him too much sugar knowing how many days it had been since Sizha had eaten. "Only a couple more, just so I know your aether is stable. I'll see about fixing something proper for you to eat. Then you need to rest, since your mind had to do a lot of work to fit back together." Slipping out from the hug, he went over pulling out the last few items, already working out that a soup would be best, and began to set up a pot with water and peas and tomatoes, cutting up the chicken to add to the pot once everything was boiling. "It'll take a little bit for this to be ready, so if you want to, try and get some sleep. I'll wake you when it gets done."

Sizha didn't need to be told twice that a nap was probably best. His body and mind were both exhausted and he did like the idea of there being food upon waking up next. As John left his side, he crawled himself over to a bed nearby and curled up on it, dropping rather quickly into sleep.

The scent of chicken soup drifted through the air a half bell later. He call Kit out of her book. "Go and wake up Sizha. The soup ready. Oh, if he's sore, can you help him with that." Kit nods, fluttering over to Sizha. 'Siz...wake up,' she said, poking his nose. 'John got soup ready so wakey, wakey.'

Sizha jolted a bit from his rest, wincing. He was a bit sore, yes , but it had really come from being awoken from a dream. He caught his breath as he eyed the fairy, blinking at the bright light it gave off. "...?" He would reach over to try to hold her as if fascinated.

Kit gave an epp sound as Sizha's hand close on her body. 'Bad, Siz,' she said, slapping his thumb around her waist gentle. 'Not Saiya, Kit.' she added before frowning at him. John's little brother was acting not right. 'Know Saiya?' she ask, which cause John's ears to tilt at her question as he sat the bowls on the table.

He blinked, ears perking and then flattening. Saiya...that name. It was familiar but foggy. He tried to apologize but his voice hitched, caught and nothing came out, no sound. He gasped noiselessly as he stared. "...!"

'JOHN!' she said, panic sounding in her voice. 'Siz...' and try to work her way out of the hold he had on her. John drop the spoon, already running over the the pair. "What's wrong, Kit. Is he not waking..." and he watch his little brother gasping but there was no sound. "Sizha...little brother, what's wrong, are you having trouble breath?" Kit shook her head. 'No...no, think he doesn't remember Saiya.' which made John stare at her then over to Sizha's book. "Sizha...I want you to take slow and deep breaths, ok. I and Kit are here and Saiya is with you as well. You remember Saiya, right?"

He was silent...completely silent. He looked confused and thus sat there, unable to figure out where his thoughts were. Which one was right? He began to tremble but Johns words caught him and he latched onto it, breathing. Lifting his hand, he indicated that the name rung a bell.

Worry cross John's face as Sizha still didn't say anything but he caught the hand that was lifted. "Saiya is like Kit, remember. She one of her people but she is also your partner." He reach out, rubbing behind his ear. "You remember who I am, right?"

Sizha looked up at him and slowly nodded, indicating the both of them with his free hand. While he has no idea what signal to use for it, he thinks brother. It also helped that he heard it earlier, read the note and had it further confirmed by short term memory.

"I don't like the fact you're so quiet, Sizha." he said. "Ok, I'm going to say some names and you tell me if you remember them, ok?" He waited for him to say yes. "I can also get your book so you can call Saiya to you, if you feel better to have her with you as well."

He nodded after a moment of hesitation, a touch nervous. "...." It was a yes to both since he pointed to Kit.

"Ok, I'll be back in a moment." He stood up, going over to their supplies, and getting Sizha's book. "Saiya, I really hope you can figure out what going on," he murmurs to the book, grabbing the quill and ink off the table. "Alright, let me help sit you up." he says, reaching over to help keep Sizha balance until he was sitting with his back against the headboard. "Ok, here's the book and ink. Let get Saiya here before I start calling off names."

Sizha looked down at the ink and quill. It felt natural for him to hold it like this but what made it work again...? He opened it and looked over the shapes, seeing the many times it had been used, as if it were a guide. Guiding his own hand along the geometry, he began the spell and called forth Saiya in a burst of light. It took her a moment but she blinked, realzing John was there and Kit...but it soon became apparent that they were concerned with something. She was about to question it when she noticed Sizhas aether and she quickly turned to him, staring. Sizha was staring back at her, hand still over the book. ".....??" Saiya fluttered over closer slowly, staring hard into Sizhas eyes.

"Kit, can you see if Saiya might know what is going on... why he hasn't said a word yet to us." Kit nods, looking over at Saiya. <'Saiya, something not right. Siz hasn't spoken and he seems like he doesn't remember. Not sure what's wrong?'> It wasn't the first time John wish that he knew what the pair might be talking about. "Ok, Sizha. Do you remember Khyran?" he ask, hoping names might help his little brother."

Sizha shook his head as Saiya heard Kit and glanced to Sizha. She looked deeply into him as she strengthened their connection to try to get an answer. <.....The memories....they're mixed in, not in an order his mind understands. He seems to be in temporary shock from it but it doesn't look permanent. HIs voice....he isn't talking...?> Saiya waived to Sizha to get his attention and tried to coax him into saying something. Sizha tilted his ears back and tried to speak but nothing happened...just air. Saiya blinked and squinted at him. <....? He's lost his voice.>

John bite his lip after Kit told him what Saiya had said. "Oh no." He hadn't expected that to happen. "Ok, um, oh, you remember Etienne right? And don't worry, Sizha, I'm sure that your voice will come back to you. We'll just have to give it a little time, alright?" He snap his finger. "Oh, I bet you remember your older brother? G'azierth?"

Sizha folded his ears a little bit. "......." He had awoken from a dream about Gazierth. Saiya noticed his train of thought and shook her head. <That wasn't a dream...that was a memory he had. It's a good sign though. He's working to put the peices together. It may just take a bit. He'll need things to jog his memory but he will heal.> Sizha looked up to her as if he could sense her words (even though she wasn't speaking in a way he could understand.). "....?" To Johns question he nodded, rubbing his head. He knew the name Gazierth and it had dug up a feeling.

"Well, we have to find a way around the not talking until you're better...hm," he said, standing up, and ruffling his hair. He took a few moment to search his bag for extra paper. "Hm, this should help until we can get you up and back to the mansion." Kit smile as she realize what John was planning. <'Can't talk but can still write. Not voiceless, Saiya.'> she said, wanting to let her friend know that her partner could still communicate with them. "Here, little brother. Anything you feel like you need to tell me, write it on these, ok. Ok, don't force it but the dream, what do you remember of it. Do you remember why G'azierth is important to you?" If they could start on Sizha's older brother, the three of them could help him build on from that. He smile as Kit pass on the questions to Saiya. "We'll probably need you most of all Lady Saiya. You have a better understanding of what may have happen to Sizha."

Sizha looked at the paper and started to write after a moment. It took him a bit as Saiya watched him curiously. <....He was born in a state like this....with two minds. Even if both were willing, it still must have strained them both. I imagine his body is trying to cope....> Sizha raised the paper to John. [If you're talking about my dream, I saw the man named Gazierth in my dream out in the woods. I was asking him to come back. I kept asking him to call me brother again and that I missed him. But when he was about to answer, I saw these black hands reach up and surround him. I tried to free him from them but they were pulling him away and I couldn't speak.] He shakes his head and writes again. [Does it have something to do with me...?]

He look to Kit as she told him what Saiya had said. "I misjudge then on when the two were seperate but that fits even more with how Nala and Thal are." He settle onto his knees, tapping his finger against his chin. "We'll treat what happening like a head injury, Lady Saiya. Go light on his head, just enough to ease any headaches. The two aethers are trying to find balance and I don't want to take the chance of messing it up." He look over at the paper Sizha had raise up at him as Kit pass on what John said to the other fairy. "Hm, the woods could be the Black Shroud but could the hands... no," he mutter, thinking back on what Sizha had wrote about the dream and adding in what Saiya had said as well. Then he saw what Sizha had added and it made sense to him then. "No, it wasn't really you, in a way." he said, touching Sizha's ear. "Saiya said that you were born with two minds, like Nala'Thal. I think Gazierth, your brother, might have realize something and well, he might have been afraid because he didn't understand what was going on and probably didn't know how to help you." He didn't want to 'Dream Sizha's memories until he knew that his little brother's aether and mind wouldn't break apart.

Sizha stared at the paper for a while before he wrote again. [..I feel a compulsion. Both to him and someone else....I feel these connections drawing me but I don't know who or why. Can you help me...brother...?] Saiya watched John then Kit and then Sizha, nodding. <Yes...the two brothers are like Nald and Thal...were, but now they are Nald'thal...just...trying to find out who Nald'thal /is/ and what that means for them....>

John nods, "Ok, I should be able to help with this." He thought a moment, remembering from a while ago about what Sizha told him about Gazierth change his body. "Ok, so try to picture G'azierth in your mind. When you have him, try to tell me what he looks like." He smile at him. "You don't have to draw him out unless you want too. Just write down what he looks like and then, if you can, try to do the same with the other person that you feel a connections too."

Sizha began to answer slowly as he wrote. [It was...a miqote. Brown hair...a seeker...green eyes....he held a lance on his back.] He nodded at John. [You’re here...and I’m ok...but...the others...a man and a woman...and...another man. If I think of the first man, my chest hurts....]

"Ok, the miqo'te with Brown hair. That is your brother." He waited, trying to work up how to go about this. "The man and woman, they looked sort of like you and the brown hair miqo'te, yes?" He had an idea on why Sizha might be hurting. "So, can you tell me what the other person look like, if you can see him in your head."

Sizha seemed to be caught in the memory for a second as he began to remember the resemblences. Something about his brother had been different, however...there was a change wasn't there..? He stared at the paper as he shifted his thought back to the other person. It felt urgent, as if trying to call them back was neccesity but it remained on the edge of his tongue. Saiya noticed and waved at him. <Sizha...the bag. THere's something in there.> Sizha looked up to her in confusion before she pulled a small bag on his hip over to him and pointed. <Open it.> He obeyed and pulled it open, letting the contents tumble into his hand. A lone elezen silver ear clasp fell into his palm and he looked over the details of it curiously. He knew it definately couldn't fit his ear without alterations so he hadn't worn it before. Therefore, it wasn't his. But he had seen it before, multiple times. Then it began to come to him: silver eyes, dark skin like midnight....he trembled a bit in worry but the sense didn't leave him. [An elezen man...] He wrote, starting to feel how many things were tied up with this and wanting to breathe.

"An Elezen man...Etienne, it has to be." He reach out to close his hand around Sizha. "You did this for him because you both care about each other very much." John just hope that it was enough of a foundation to start helping Sizha build his memories on.

Sizha was staring at the clasp and then the paper. "....." He began to write again, leaning against John for comfort. [I need to find these people...do I have a home...? This isn't the place is it?]

"No, we're here because you needed a place that was quiet so you could become yourself instead of Sizha and Ahzi." He pull him into a hug, "I couldn't like my little brothers face that alone so I can to watch over the two of you while you both became one person." He pet one of Sizha's ears. "Yes, you do have a home and the rest of Aethertide are waiting for you to come back home. But you need to recover your strength and that means food. Do you need help getting to the table?"

He nodded a bit but Saiya eyed him. She smiled softly to Sizha with a nod. <I'll help him, so don't worry. We'll have him moving around again. He'll need it.>

John stood up from the floor, gathering up the contents of the bag, then help to move Sizha's legs over the edge of the bed. "Kit, Saiya, can you to do faint pulses of aether on his right leg, and I'll see to his left." Kit flutter over to the right leg. <'Small brust along leg,'> she told Saiya. <'It will help blood flow better.'> Once the trio was done with Sizha's legs, John wrap his arm around Sizha's chest, holding against him, until he was sure that he had his leg under him. "Slow and steady. The soup should be cool off enough for you to eat it."

Sizha moved slowly but was able to stand with their help and nodded. He did want to eat and he was grateful for what John had made for him.

"Easy," he said, helping Sizha to sit in the chair. "I figure that it would be easier on your stomach with something light." He move the bowl a little closer so Sizha would have to reach for it the went to his pack and pull out the apply slices. "Here you two go. Eat up." Kit giggle, diving for one of the slices, and pulling it out of the box. "We can head out for Gridania once you eat and get a room in the inn tonight, so we can head out on the airship in the morning. But if you don't feel up to traveling, we can stay the night and catch the airship later tomorrow morning back to Lisma."

Sizha began to eat as he watched Saiya and Kit. He hadn't let go of the clasp and he took his time eating. Silent as he was, he considered Johns words. Truthfully, even if he felt strange and disjointed, he wanted to go back as soon as he could. He knew it was best to get his feet under him and the idea wouldn't stop bugging him. Staying here wouldn't do any good. He raised his eyes to John as he paused eating and indicated that he wanted to write.

John look up from the bowl of soup, seeing the hand motion Sizha was making. "Need to tell me something." Taking another quick sip of soup, he stood up to go and retrieve the paper and ink from the bed. He place the items on the table and went back to his chair so he could finish eating.

Sizha bowed his head in thanks before he started to write again, Saiya sitting beside Kit as they munched on the apple slices. The paper was then lifted, careful of the bowl, so John could read. [We'll go after we eat. Since Saiya can heal, I think I'll be ok. I don't want to wait much longer to return.] There was a flicker of determination and strength in his eyes. He wanted to figure all of this out and fix it. It was stuck in his head. Fix it all.

John look worried at Sizha. "Sizha...little brother, are you sure. You just came out of your mediation only a few bells ago. I know your eage..." he trail off before whisper at the strength focus on him. "Ahzi..." No and yes because the determination was pure Sizha as well. He shook his head, a chuckle. "You two kept your words..." he murmur. "Alright, you finish up eating while I pack up what are left of the supplies." He lifted his bowl as he drain the last of the soup. He then set about packing up the supplies while Sizha finish eating.

Saiya fluttered to Sizhas shoulder and rested there as he finished eating. He put the clasp back into his pocket and drained the last of the soup before standing up carefully. Since he didn't bring a lot with him, he was already ready to leave...he just waited for John quietly.

Most of the items were supplies that just needed to be repack into the boxes and then into the pack and saddlebags that would fit on Safire's back. The only things left was to clean up the bowls they ate out of and put out the fire in the fireplace. "Ok, Kit, I need that," he said, picking up the bag of apple slices. 'Awww...' John shook his head. "Don't awww me, Kit. You can have some more when we're on the airship." He lifted the saddlebag, fitting it over his shoulder, and scoop up his pack. "You can ride Safire, if you didn't bring your Chocobo with you, Sizha." He came up beside him, ready to help in any way that he could.

Sizha got up with a little support from John. He didn't remember if he had brought a chocobo but he assumed that he hadn't...it didn't feel like he did. He shrugged to him with a small grin.

Once John made sure that they were out of the cabin, he gave a sharp whistle, which call Safire from the river, "Ok, I need you to be gentle with him Saf." he said. "He's a wounded soldie... OUCH, Safire, watch the break." The chocobo had come down on his head, before giving him a 'I know what to do, chick' look. "I swear, Sizha, he is well manner." Leaving Sizha on the deck, he sets up the saddlebags on Safire, strapping Sizha own small bag on it, and then helps him onto Safire. "Alright, we're on our way."

Sizha smiles at the bird and then in general, thanking the bird silently. Nervous as he was, he knew he belonged back where they originated . His grip on the reigns and chocobo remained tight.

The travel to Gridania was silent but it was a good silent. John would look up from where he was walking beside the chocobo, making sure that Sizha didn't seem to be straining to stay on Safire. Once they arrive in Gridania, he stop by the Chocobo porter. "Please make sure that Safire is on board and comfortable on the next available airship to Lisma." He watch the porter hand off the chocobo to a porter-in-training before he wrap his arm around Sizha's waist, leading him carefully to where the airship counter was. "Two tickets please to Lisma."

Sizha looked up at John, wondering about bits of the past. The longer he stayed around him, he seemed to remember the selfless actions before. It was comforting even though he desired to be able to operate on his own soon. Eventually, it would be possible again and he knew that.

The airship pull into the deck, allowing him, Sizha, and others board the ship. He settle Sizha on one of the benches and gave a smile. "It'll be a while before we get to Lisma so if you want to get some more sleep while we travel." John look out over the side of the ship, enjoying seeing the land from this height, and how peaceful the world could be.

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John attended the Aethertide Introduction meeting the latest Medica that had join company. Ana Amaya and he spoke for a while, until Kit mention his own illness from his worry of his sister, Tanya Waterstrike, and how Howl and the others at Dusk would have been upset if he allow it again, which then had Ana asking John about Howl.

Ana Amaya looked back over to John and Kit, “Howl?”

John Waterstrike turns back to Ana, rubbing his abused ear. A deep red blush color his face and he ducks his head even as Kit giggles at him. “He... he is my heart...my sun...my moon. I would do anything to make sure he will be happy because the world has hurt him so much.”

Ana’s eyes soften and she smiles warmly. “Your boyfriend? Husband?”

John blushed again, “As much as I might wish, we are not married in the eyes of the Twelve.” He rub the back of his neck. “We have just started dating but my heart has been his for longer.” He look up to Ana, his eyes shining with love and sadness within. “I and the others have stood by his side, watch him give his heart to others, and had it given back in shattered pieces. To have him return the feelings I have for him...” He shook his head. “I will NOT be the one to hurt him in that way again.”

Ana smiled brightly, “I believe you when you say that. A relationship like the one you describe is one of the most wonderful things in all of Eorzea, and you should treasure it with everything you are,” she says warmly. “I have no idea what it feels like myself, though. I’ve been...too busy for dating and romance.”

“But I love seeing it through the eyes of others. It must feel so wonderful.”

“The way your cheek flush, the tone you speak of him in... It’s all just so lovely!”

“It is warm here,” John said, placing a hand over his heart. “I know how hurt he has been but also those moments he has felt love. He knows my own fears as I know his.” He closed his eyes. “They say, you hold what is most dear close to you but I want the world to see how great and wonderful he is...but most of all, I want him to finally see it in himself, just like we,” he nods toward Kit, “or Warren and the others see him him.”

“Well, if he sees even 10% of what you see in him, he’s going to swell with confindence,” Ana says warmly. “That’s a good thing!”

“I just want to be by his side when he sees it in himself and to have the world see it in him.” John said.

“Well, with time hopefully your love can help him heal. And with you building him up, I think he’ll do wonderfully.”

John drops his head and sighs, “I hope so but it sometimes feels as if life is overwhelming. With the clinic and his own work, we have so little time to see each other.” It was at that moment that Kit yawn, “Ah, I didn’t realize how late it was. Forgive me, Lady Ana.”

Ana chuckles, “It is quite late. I should get some paperwork done. I’m -almost- done with all of this legal stuff for this new business deal thingie,” she says using very formal wording there.

“I should head off myself as Grindstone is tomorrow evening,” John stands, bowing to Ana, “Please have a good evening and I hope to work with you later with the rest of Medica.”

“Of course! Have a lovely evening. It was wonderful to meet you, John.”

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A call on the linkpearl came over, a slightly...more timid Sizha speaking. "John...? Are you there...? If you are and you're doing well...I would like to see you. Please visit my office when you can."

A scratching sound then John's voice comes over, "Um, hang on. Kit stop diving into the water..." a few more seconds later, "Sorry, was just finish up a bath. Give me a quarter to half bell and I'll be there Sizha."

"Of course....take your time...." pearl clicks off.

"Really, Kit, you and water..." John said, stepping into the mansion. "I'm glad that the paint came out." Kit giggle from where she was laying on top of his head, 'Fun!' she said. John let a smile pull at his lips even as he knock on the office door. "Sizha, sorry for the wait." He push the door open, "At least it kept the little ones entertain until their mom and brother was done having his arm patch up."

Sizha was looking at the bookshelf, holding a teacup. "....." He blinks, realizing that John had walked into the room. "Oh no...it's alright, really....hey...." A small smile crossed his face when he saw him, genuine. "You're walking...there's even more color on you....."

"Mom been having me manage the people coming into the clinic." John said. "Dad also was able to talk to Tanya and Cocobuki and she will hopefully be home in a week or two." Sizha would be able to see that the weight that had been on his shoulders had lifted a little. There was an elezen boy that had his arm slash and I kept his siblings entertained until Mom finish healing him."

"Ah...john, that is wonderful news. Perhaps she can come home sooner than that." He closed the book in his hands and slid it back into the bookshelf. "The day I get to meet her draws closer. I look forward to it. And siblings? How darling. I do love getting to help take care of children..."

"Sam is especially eager to see her again.... though Dad said that some of her memories are mix up and that is what Master Cocobuki has been working with her since that happens with a partial procession." A soft smile grace John's lips. "Twin girls and finger paints. It took forever to get it out of my hair but they were so cute showing of the drawing to their Mom and brother."

Sizha smiles to him a little more but rubs at his eyes. "Oh goodness...finger painting..I can't remember the last time I ever did that. Hm...." He opens his eyes and watches John. "Well...the important thing is that she is...alive and here...and she well remember. she'll be worked through...she has a good brother at her side."

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John blush a little. "I hope to have Howl and her meet once she home." He frown the step closer. "Sizha...have you gotten any sleep recently?"

"Howl...." He nods a little bit. "I would like to see him one day too...when I have the time, of course. It's adorable when you speak of him...you make me think of the way I see Etienne. How sweet...." His ears tilt forward and back. "Oh...sleep...? As best I can, I've been busy, there is so much to take care of..." His eyes wander the room for a moment, looking for his supplies. "Sedatives have helped honestly."

John shook his head before stepping forward and gave him a hug. "You have me rest but you should be taking time away as well." he said. Kit nods from her place on his head. 'Not do good for Saiya worry or Etienne worry as well." He ran his fingers against Sizha's ear. "At least try to get some rest without the Sedatives. I know they are helping but I don't want you to use them as a handicap, ok?"

Sizha smiled at him a bit but it was coupled with a slight frown. "But I need it right now. Etienne is not well either, he's been troubled. I've been speaking to other company members but...." His eyes searched the room a little. ".....I...I still.....need the sedative to sleep lately. I'm afraid that if I don't, the nightmares will return. They've been so frequent...and I hear...." He trailed off a bit.

John step back, placing a hand under Sizha's chin. "Nightmares...have you talk to anyone about this?" Thinking on it, Sizha was a lot like him, placing others before himself. "Sizha, what have the nightmares been about. Maybe speaking about them will help calm them down so you can sleep without the sedatives?"

He hesitated a moment. "......" Ears tilted and wiggled a little bit but he began to speak. "These dreams, brother....everything has been breaking apart. My company members...no, my family....they have each had their own struggles. I have helped them all....I am still helping them. But I fear the consequences....I fear what comes after and I worry I c-can't save them...." He closes his eyes. ".....A-ahzi keeps talking to me...in my nightmares....he's been in every one of them....I...I....I didn't think he would.....appear again...." His tail slowly moved from side to side. "I can't feel him the same way that I did before but he's there. H..he's awake." A look of concern crosses his expression as he tries to pull details from his mind.

John ears shot up as he listen to Sizha told him what the nightmares had been about. He pull Sizha into a hug, running his hand over the other miqo'te's hair. "Listen to me, alright." he said. "It's a nightmare, it can't hurt you." He waited for a moment, "But it doesn't mean that it there is not meaning to them." He nods over to the sets, "I want you to sit, then we're going to try and work out what your mind is trying to tell you, ok?"

Sizha buried into Johns shoulder with a gentle nod. "A...alright...I'll sit with you....." He moves to the benches with John until he can sit by them.

Once Sizha was on the bench, he settle down beside him, and Kit flew over to cuddle into Sizha's neck. "Alright, first off, you put so much of yourself into everyone because they are family and friends. The first thing is that you can't save everyone. I struggle with that everyday. I try so hard to help everyone but there will be a point that you can't save them." He pause, to compose himself. "Second, your mind can't handle the pressure that you are placing on yourself. It telling you that you are going to break from this and the best way to show that is with Ahzi." He brush some of Sizha hair away from his face. "It may even be some leftover of Ahzi after the two of you became one that may be trying to warn you what the pressure is doing to you."

He lay his head against Johns shoulder. "A...are you sure...? I...you're probably right..." He closes his eyes. "...I'm trying to get others help, John....I am....and training people for this work. It is getting to me and I know this...and I can't rest at home either because Etie needs assistance too...it's not his fault...it's the people who have done this to him that have caused it...." He opens his eyes again. "Why does the world have to be s...so...." He stumbled in his speech, falling into silence. "......" He speaks up again after a moment. "John, I am a man who cannot stay seated. I rest now more than I ever have...I am pulling for assistance...and it isn't enough...I can't sit....not for long." He felt something tugging at his mind but he ignored the words and ignored the thought. This was enough...

"Shhh, it's ok to feel overwhelm, Sizha," he said, running his hand against his little brother's ear. "But you do need to focus on yourself. You were the one that told me that, so place use that advice." He wish he could answer why the world was the way it was but just like Sizha, that lay out of reach for him as well. 'Sleep, we look after you.' Kit said, still cuddle into Sizha's neck. "Kit's right. I'll stay beside you and you try to get some rest. No thinking about the others, just focus on getting some rest for not only yourself but for Etienne too, alright?"

Sizha nodded slowly, swallowing a bit. "A..alright john. Thank you f..for this. You have so much patience...." He nodded sleepily as he lay against him to nod off as he was already trying to do.

John stay quiet until he was sure that Sizha had subcome to the sleep that he needed. "Little brother," he breath, pulling Sizha tighter against him, trying to act as a buffer to the outside world. He buried his face into the others hair, "Ahzi, I'll try to protect him from the forces that are trying to break him here. Please, our little brother, if you are somehow aware, even a little, try to watch over Siz so that he doesn't break apart mentally." Kit look up at John, looking confuse. 'Think Ahz...' John didn't move from where he held Sizha. "No, the two are whole and Ahz wouldn't do this, to try and break all the work they both done. Or hurt Sizha in such a way. There has to be something..." He sigh, pulling out one of his medica books, using this time as he watch over Sizha here, to study as well.

It seemed the first bell went by just fine...he was sleeping rather peacefully. But about a bell and a half later, he began shifting in his sleep and mumbling.

John quickly set the book off to the side as he felt Sizha shift in his sleep. Tilting his ears, he try to hear what his little brother was mumbling about. "I'm here Sizha, I've got you." he whisper, brushing the other hair gentle. "What going on, Siz? Step back and look at what is going on objectively. Ahz, if you are somewhere in there, please help him."

Sizhas ears twitched and he seemed to struggle again. "N...no...." He mumbled under his breath.

"Sizha...it's just a nightmare but you can control it." he said. He held on tighter, burying his face against Sizha's hair, near his little brother's ear. "I have you Siz, alright so listen to my voice. Alright, I need you to stay calm and try to step outside the nightmare. It's not happening to you but to someone else. Now, try and tell me what you are seeing to that person?"

"Bro...ther...." He mumbles softly, fidgeting. "Hear...you...."

'Good, he can hear me.' John thought. "Alright, Sizha, now, you're seeing this on one of those magitek screens. It's not you but someone else. What do you see playing on the screen?"

"Void...howling...wind...." He trembles. "Cold....so cold...."

"Alright, it's dark and there is wind blowing and it's cold." he says. "Ok, now, try to form a light, like a camp fire. Warm and gentle. Once that is done, form a building to block out the wind, like the building that we were in when you and Ahzi became whole." John scratch an ear. "And remember that I'm with you so you're not alone."

Sizha would tremble and shake against the cold but Johns voice helped guide him into making the landscape. First the fire was set and then it became a fireplace. The details came together as he remembered them, bit by bit until the small cottage was full in its entirety.

"Do you feel the warmth? Ok, that is your safe spot. Make it how you want it, books, games, pictures...anything that makes you happy and gives you strength." He waited a moment before he continue. "This is your safe spot, that protect your heart and mind. Nothing can get in unless you want it too. Now, there is a window that you can look out of. You'll be able to see what is taking place in the nightmare if you wish to see it." He stoke the ear again. "You can rest and nothing will hurt you here. The wind isn't howling now is it. It's quiet and warm, a nice place to rest until you are ready to face the nightmares or comeback to the waking world. I'll call you when I'm sure you rested enough or you can come back on your own when you feel that you have rested enough."

Sizha does seem to shiver less but he's staring out of the window of the house they've built. He mumbles in his sleep. "Ah...zi....miss...you....." Sizha watches Ahzi watch him from the outside of the house.

John frowns but nods. "I miss him too, Sizha. He was a good little brother to both of us." He move Sizha so that he would rest more comfortably against him. "Now rest...gather your strength and I'll make sure that no one comes in and wakes you too soon." He whisper quietly, "I'm sure you would want him to rest too Ahzi, if you were still with us. I promise, I'll protect him as much as I can."

Sizha drifts into sleep again, still staring out of the window in his dream. Both "brothers" are staring at one another but this time, Ahzi is silent. "......"

John breaths a sigh as he feels that shift in aether into rest. He reach up, brushing a bit of hair, before reaching up to touch the aethertide linkpearl. He whisper quietly into it, "Sizha isn't to be disturb. He's finally resting so please allow him a few hours to sleep." He look over to Kit. "Can you lock the door? I don't want anyone deciding to come in here before knocking or using the pearl to disturb Sizha." Kit nods, taking to her wings and flying over to lock the door. She settle on John's lap but reach over to pet Sizha hand. 'Promise, look after you.' John nods. "Yes, with Ahzi now part of Sizha, we'll watch over both of them."

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A Brother of Brothers (Day 1)

(ooc: Done in both FFXIV and Discord between Khyran, Sizha, and John. I only have what Sizha and I did in discord so I’ll be post it here. Done a few months ago.)

Khyran Oisin calls John Waterstrike to the Shourd, to speak with him and have him understand why his adoptive brother Sizha’to N’az has decided to combine his split souls into one. It takes a while but John realize that for Sizha and Ahzi to grow, they have to become one once more. John will be staying in the cabin with them, to watch over and make sure that they will not do this alone.

"I'll grab some supplies as well, some first aid supplies, probably a few more food items." He thought for a moment. "I'll send letters to my parents so they won't worry and to Warren and the others, in case they need to contact me." He would have to contact Howl too, so his boyfriend would know where he was at so he wouldn't worry.

Sizha nodded to him as John spoke, closing his eyes. He had informed Etienne before he left and was ultimately unsure of what he would return to. But he had to hope. He had to. HIs grip tightened on his book before he nodded to him. "Yes....p..please. Let anyone know that you must and bring whatever supplies you think can last a few days. I have a few of my own. I will be inside the cottage and I won't begin until you're back....safe and sound." He nodded, opening his eyes.

"I'll pick up a couple of extra robs as well to change into. It won't take me long to get back. I'll linkpearl Warren and then send the letters to Howl and my parents by post before I leave Bent to head for the cottage." He step back drawing on that line of aether that spoke of Gridania. "I should be back in half a bell."

Sizha nodded to him and bowed in earnest. He truly appreciated what he what he was doing and the time he sacrificed. It was the last moments as he was before he became something...someone else, after all. "I will be here....John. T..thank you...."

"Little brothers, you don't have to thank me." he said, holding onto those words. "Family, even adoptive, stick together. I'm not letting you go though this alone."

"....." -If brother is what you will us to be...then brother is what we shall be.- "F...for as long as you will it, John. You're the only one besides Etienne who knows so deeply of my past, my state and my memories. You have shown quite a lot as of late...and you've been there. May it be so...you and I. As family."

John smile, "It is an honor to be your elder brother, you two. And when you are both one, it won't be an honor...it will just be." He pause for a moment, an idea coming to him. Once that Raging had told him when he was younger. "Let me get those supplies and then I'll join you at the cabin."

Sizha nodded to him, placing a hand on his shoulder for a moment before letting go. "Of course. W..we'll be here."

"I won't be long." With that, he caught the aether and teleported to Gridania. He took a moment to stop by the market, buying so robes and settling down long enough to send letters to his parents and then to Howl. He then contact Warren, letting him know where he would be at.

Sizha patiently waited for him to return, entering the cabin. It was in decent shape, fairly well kept , swept and cleaned. He seemed to relax as he looked it over, sighing to himself. 'This is ours, Ahzi...our place to rest. I'm sure it will be central to us....'

"Yes, make sure that these get to Ul'dah, Thomas and Margret Waterstrike," he said, handing the letter with the Waterstrike Seal on it. "This to Howl in Lisma." Once he was done, he teleported back to back to Bentbranch. Quickly making his way back to the cabin, he knock before opening the door. "Sizha...Ahzi...I wasn't too late?"

He would hear answer inside. "No. I wouldn't start without you here."

"Well, I did tell you half a bell but I got some extra cooking items." He place what look to be a new pack down. He remove the two neatly folded robes, before pulling out small bags and contenders. "You should probably eat before you start your mediation." A couple of the contenders had ice shards pack around several fish and some chicken breasts. "I'm not as good as a cook as Grandmother Mari but I can fix something simple if need be."

Sizha would smile softly at John, bowing to him from where he was seated. "It's alright John. Don't trouble yourself." Both he and Ahzi took on the moment as they watched him calmly. They both wanted to comfort him and make sure he was alright. -You are doing enough to take care of us. We appreciate it...no matter what you do.-

John shook his head, "It's no trouble, Sizha," he said. "I'm glad that you both appreciate it, Ahzi. And you should both eat, especially since you both will be in mediation for a couple of days." He wonder what he could fix. "Stone soup...no didn't get the stone...ah, how about roast fish. It simple and I could use the bones to make a stock for soup later?" He wiggle his finger at Sizha. "Like I said, you both will need the energy for this." And he needed something to do to help them, even if it was only feeding them before they started.

Sizha nodded at him, taking his place in front of a fireplace. "That sounds like a good idea, John. Y..you're right. I apologize for whatever troubles you might run into trying to take care of us during this process. I don't think we'll fight but...we...ah..I might not be responsive. We trust you, John."

"No apologize. Hopefully, you two won't have to fight, since you are both in agreement with this." He pull a box from the back, removing the knife from it. "I'll get these clean up and set them up in front of the fire." He pointed to the bag with several root vegetables. "There some butter in the round container. Can you put some in the pan and put those on the coals? They take a little longer to cook then the fish."

Sizha nodded in response as he took care of the butter, placing it into the pan and obeyed the orders he was given. He was quiet for a while as he did it.

"Just make sure the butter doesn't burn." John finish cleaning the fish, adding salt and pepper before fitting them onto the maple board. Once that was done, he stood up and bought the boards over, setting it on top of the hot ash near the fire. He took the bag of root vegetables, putting them in the pan, and stir them before settling back to look over at Sizha. "While this is cooking, is there anything I should keep an eye out for...in case something happens while you two are in mediation?"

"........." Sizha thought about this for a moment. "If it looks like I can't come back or respond at all for an entire day, then I would be concerned. I might panic....and I'll need you to be nearby so I have someone familiar...."

"Hm," he said, shifting the vegetables a bit in the pan before moving it a little so it wouldn't be on direct heat. "Sort of the same what I have to have a second, in case I can't find my way back during 'dream' then." He added a little salt to the vegetables while they cook. "I'll monitor both of your aether too. That will give me some warning but probably my voice should guide both of you back."

"That would be best. I don't even know if it would be affected but to be sure....I'd much rather have someone watching. I...I'm afraid of being alone in this....."

"You two are not going to be alone." he said, touching his shoulder. "I'll be here, when you both are 'You', ok?" He tap a box, that was setting just in his pack. "I'll have something special made up for you as well, Little Brothers."

"Something special? B...but you don't have to....really. Y..you've done enough."

"Nope. I want to do this." John check the vegetables, finding finally tender enough to eat and set them back on the coals to get some color on them. He check the fish, the smell starting to make his mouth water. "Almost done. If it turns out well, I may make them into Starlight gifts for everyone."

"What turns out well? The fish?" He seemed a bit confused but maybe it was due to the hunger he was experiencing.

Sizha eyes the food but is now curious. "Now I want to know. Maybe we both will need it."

John wiggles his finger, "How can it be a surprise if I tell you what it is?" He pull out silverware, handing a fork over to Sizha. "Eat, then we set about you both becoming yourself."

"......" Sizha looked up to him with a careful expression...soft and attentive. He was thakful for his care right now. He sighed and nodded at him, taking the fork. "Y-you're right...hah...."

Truthfully, he needed to keep himself busy while Sizha and Ahzi was doing this. So chocolate making and doing some notes would hopefully not have him worry for his little brothers. The fish flake off in nice chunks, nicely season, though it probably could have used a little butter on it. It probably wouldn't take long for the two to make short work of it. or the vegetables. Flopping onto his back, John patted his full stomach. "too much..." he moan but it had turn out to be pretty good. He sigh, before sitting up enough to rest on his elbows. He look at them sadly. "I guess this is a so long for right now, little brothers? When you come out of of the mediation, it will just be my little brother."

Sizha nodded gently to him as he lay beside the fireplace and near John. He smiled solemnly. "Yes....you're right but....we'll be your little brother, always. O..ok?" He moves and hugs John to him. -You've taken good care of us. We won't forget...- "Stay strong...."

He raised one arm, catching the other to him, burying his face in Sizha's hair. "I hope you keep it, Ahzi. I'll stay strong...but... make sure you stay strong as well. You'll both going to face a lot in your head but I know you can do it."

Sizha held him close, both he and Ahzi present to comfort him. "We will do this..." -Together....- "We have a lot to gain from this....and we'll be a stronger brother for you and everyone else."

John held them for a moment more before pulling away and looking at them. "You do but also remember," he said, "Strength is go but it is not the end all or be all. Smarts, empathy, and strength." He touch Sizha's head, then heart, and grip his little brothers' shoulders. "Be careful in there, you two."

He nodded slowly, smiling warmly. "We will." -I'll make sure of it.- Placing a hand on his shoulder, he squeezed it briefly before turning around to the fire with a deep breath.

Taking a breath himself, John pull the pans away from the fire. "I'll store the leftover and clean up. Go ahead and start medating. I'll be here if you need me."

Sizha was able to prepare for the meditation easier knowing that. He would close his eyes as he began to start the process of withdrawing into his mind...but he wanted, just a moment, to encapsulate this. After the memory was taken and stored into his mind, he continued the process of using the fires flickering light to bring him into a trance. It would take some time but they were both ready and willing.

John place ice shards around the left over fish and vegetables and then cleaning the silverware with a little bottle water. Once he had put everything away, he move over to Sizha, holding his hand out to feel the vibration of his aethers, and even now, he could feel a tiny bit of aethers swirling in a center within Sizha. Moving over a chair and small table near the fireplace, he pull out paper and one of his drawing charcoals. He began to draw Sizha, then began to draw about that two more images of Sizha, one in faint charcoal, the other in darker. He frown then eyes brighten as he search out the copper and silver inks and one of his old quills. He broke the quill, taking half to dip into the copper ink he pour out on a sheet of paper, brushing it into a swirl from the lighter charcoal to the darker one. He then took the other half of the quill, dipping int into the silver ink and swirling it from the darker to the lighter. He then place the two halves together and did a swirl of both inks in the center of the two swirls. He sat back from the drawing, looking at it before his eyes move over to Sizha. "I'll be here, waiting, Little Brother..."

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[Newspaper] Body stolen from family crypt Erralig's Burial Chamber

Erralig's Burial Chamber, sight of those virtuous that have been interred there. Place for many of the nobel's houses to have their love ones make their final journey so that they may partake of Thal's realm. The place that the families may not worry over those that would desecrated those love one. But it seems that this is no more. Two days ago, the burial chamber appear to have been broken into, and a body taken from the noble house of Waterstrike. The body that was take was that of Tanya Waterstrike, the daughter of Master Thomas Waterstrike and Lady Margret Waterstrike. The Thaumaturge's Guild in Arrzaneth Ossuary are investigating how the break in happen but there is no leads at this time. Guards have been set up to see to it that the thief/thieves do not try to take anymore bodies, as well as to reassure those families with love ones interred that their bodies will not be disturb in their final rest. Arrzaneth has ask that if anyone saw anyone suspicion in or near Erralig's Burial Chamber, to report it to the Thaumaturge's Guild or the Brass Blade immediately. House Waterstrike is offering a reward to the return of Tanya's body.

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johnwaterstrike · 7 years

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Please Don’t Go!

(Part of a monthly challenge on Aethertide's site. This month is "Please Don't Go!" and this is what I wrote for it. Set about a few days before and after the Battle of Carteneau.) "Please don't Go..." she heard just before a not so little blue and purple hair Miqo'te grab onto her. "Please... don't go to war, Tanya." The miqo'te held on tighter, burying his face to hide his tears from the rest of her 'crew' as Pick like to call themselves. 'Though crew wasn't right,' she thought, looking to the empty spot that would have had Micky on his chocobo. 'A month now since we lost him and all of us still feel that aching lost... especially John.' "Oh, little brother...John, I wish I didn't have to go either..." she said, looking up at her parents, as she wrap her arms around the miqo'te. She could feel the others acting like they weren't listening in but she knew they were. "But we have to try and stop what is about to happen..." Though looking up at the red moon, hanging so, so very close, she wonder if this was the last battle for any of them. "Then take me with you..." "I can't do that, John," she said, burying her face into his hair. "You don't have the training." Yet her own thoughts were more on how she couldn't bare the future if something happen to him. 'You have so much ahead of you,' she thought. 'It's why I have to go...so you can see that bright, bright future that's ahead of you.' "Johny," Pick voice, calm and soft, their brains of the group. He was the only one that had pick a nickname for her brother. "We'll make sure to come back...all of us." "You promise." "Of course." Bless Pick, even if they thought it was a lie. She then reach out, 'touching' that part of herself that John held, a part of her aether that she had used to bring him back from the edge when that damnable hearer made her sick brother think that the world didn't need him and his curse/blessing. She felt him finally let go and their dad finally drew him away, allowing her to mounted Ruth. She took in the sight, all of Ul'dah come to say goodbye to those soldiers that were going off to Carteneau. She only hope that Pick's words have a ring of truth to it. ***** "PLEASE DON'T GO!" John scream, clutching onto the bloody form of his sister's body. The pain in his chest, where his sister's aether had been only became more painful. One glove hand closed on the crack sunstone chocker, even as he let his head bury itself into the bloody robes. "You promise...Pick promise. PLEASE COME BACK!" All he was meet with was a good body and his parents and the others in grief. She couldn't be dead...she promise to come back. He could bring her back. She would come back if she felt his aether. It was slow at first, pouring his aether into his sister's body...no into his sister. John's world narrow down to just the vibration of his own aether flowing outward and into her body. His arms shook and his heart falter as he pour more of his aether. "please...come bac..." He wobble before falling over onto his side. Everything was so far away, so distant, and there was a darkness creeping up along the edge of his vision. "John...Oh gods... he's going to..." Different voices and then distant feel of hands try to pull him away. He tried to fight, he was so close...so very close... and the clasp of the chocker gave way and he was finally pull from his sister. Warm arms wrap around his cold body, his mom voice whispering far away. His dad was knelling over him but he couldn't make out the words. He could see the others ring around him as if they were keeping the darkness that was roaring up into his vision from taking him. He saw her, standing outside the circle, looking sad. Her red hair blowing in an unseen breeze. 'Tanya...' 'You can't go with me, little brother.' 'Stay...' 'I can't stay either. Live, John, live for me.' She began to turn even as he felt aether flowing back into him. 'Don't go...please...' But she was gone, disappearing into the light as the darkness won it's battle and wrap around him. 'don't g...sist...' He slip from the waking world, his Dad's sleep spell allowing him to slip into a healing sleep.

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johnwaterstrike · 4 years

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(RP that I and Ha’uruh ‘Howl’ Nunh did a few days ago.)

John Waterstrike sipping on a cup of tea, he grins at Kit. "Glad my voice is back...ugh." he said, though there is a bit of roughness to his voice still.

Howl had just stepped in from outside. He glances up, his ears giving a bit of a wiggle at seeing John. "'Ey there," he greets him with a smile and a raised hand.

"Howl...." he says as he exits from the stairs. "Ah, I'm glad you're here." he says, voice taking on an eager tone. He sets the half finish cup down on the desk before moving quickly over to Howl.

Howl holds out his arms to John. "You okay? You're soundin' right rough... gettin' over a cold?"

Kit giggles. 'Lost voice because of it.'

John gave her a half-hearted glare. "Kit is correct. I didn't have much of a voice when you gave me that gift, Howl."

Howl scratches one ear, smiling a little abashedly. "Oh! S'good to hear. Thought maybe you were upset with me or somethin'. Y'seemed kinda off."

"The hazard of being a healer...and working with children." John blinks..."You...thought I was upset." He shakes his head. "Howl, it was wonderful. It was a great gift." He reachs out to takes, Howl's hand. "I've got it put up in my room," he says, preparing to drag Howl over to his room.

Howl lets himself get dragged off. "Wh-whoa! You did, huh? Let's see it then." He gives Kit a charming smile on his way past.

"Peace! It's right bare in here. We need to get you some rugs."

John grins as they get into his room. "Got it up there." He snorts. "Haven't seen any rugs that caught my eye. Though Tanya is even more bare." He sighs at the lack of work the two hadn't be able to do on the would-be medical room.

Howl squints around the room, then spies the clock up on the far end. "For a moment, thought you didn't even have a bed. Though that one ain't big enough for two." He gives John a sly grin, then goes over to inspect the clock. "Looks good up there. Didn't have no trouble gettin' it on the wall, yeah?"

John blinks and then blush at Howl's statement. "If I didn't know better...I think you were taking teasing lesson from Sei." He looks up at the clock. "Took a bit to get it up there...it was heavier than I thought."

Howl glances back at him and smiles. "Sorry. Ain't tryin' to embarrass you none. I like flirtin' with you."

John sighs before grinning. He quickly moves over, catching Howl with a quick kiss. He drew back, blushing. "I love it. Thank you so much for the gift, Howl."

Howl reddens a bit too under his perpetual tan, then grins and scratches an ear. "If I knew I'd get that just for making a clock, I'd've made right more furniture. Or maybe some jewelry for you. Y'got anything what you want? Earrings, or bracelets or something?"

John sighs. "Um, never really thought about jewelry. He reachs up fingering at the necklace that rest against some to the scarring across his chest and neck. "Really, Howl, you know you don't have to get me anything. I'm happy being by your side."

Howl frowns, noticing the scars. He leans in close to inspect them. "How'd you get all of these...?"

John eyes flickers off to the side. "It's been a long time ago now." he says. The slightly darker tan seems to make the scars stand out more. Some of the others could barely be seen. "It happened when I was first part of Titor's unit." He held up his hand. "It was something from Tanya...and I guess my pass."

Howl is still frowning slightly. He goes to take a seat, though John didn't exactly invite him to. "Got time to listen, if you feel like tellin' the tale."

*****

John eyes blink open for the thousand time as he laid in bed after his and Howl’s talk. He knew he promise to try and sleep but there was still so much going on in his head. He places a hand over his heart, letting his mind drift back to what happen. From him telling Howl about the scars that range along the left side of his body to what Howl had told him.

He sat up, much to the protest of Sassy, who hiss at him before she moves down to the end of the bed. He watches the cat curl back up into a ball. John pulls up his right leg, wrapping his arm around it as he thought back to what Howl had told him. That he was starting to have feelings for him, his fears, his worries, and what he, Warren, and Sei had done. He sighs, feeling warmth bloom in his chest, having finally said the word to Howl. “I love you,” he whispers, remembering the shock on Howl’s face that when he had spoken those words to him. That the other was starting to feel the same… he closed his eyes, savoring that memory.

John open his eyes, chewing on his lip as he remembers the bombshells that Howl then told him. That Howl trusted him enough with ‘That’ secret. That he had three lives to protect with that secret that was told. He wouldn’t let his partner down. He would make sure no one would find out about that. For one quick moment, he was glad that Tanya couldn’t use that part of her Echo anymore. No one would find out about it. He would make sure of it.

He groans as he remembers the other bombshell that Howl had told him. “Gods how am I going to face Warren at the Grindstone,” he mutters, burying his face into his knee. He couldn’t even figure out how and why Warren would have felt that way toward him. “If anything, I should be jealous, but I can’t. I know how Howl feels about Warren.” What was he going to do? Could he even act like nothing had changed? That everything was normal after learning about what Warren felt.

He drops back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to work out how he was going to get through this Grindstone. “Maybe Warren won’t be there.” He reaches up to rub at the veining scars along the left side of his face. He knew he didn’t have that kind of luck. “Ok, John. Stop over thinking things. Just make like none what Howl told you happen. Act normal and Warren shouldn’t know that you know,” he told himself. He closes his eyes, willing sleep to come to him.

John ended up not sleeping at all that night.

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