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Æros listened as the others spoke, his emotions ebbing and flowing as his mind flickered between the present, his death, and the past. The relative safety and stability of the present situation was oddly jarring in comparison to what had happened earlier that day and while he was doing his best to relax, it was taking a moment for him.
“Possession…” he interjected after a bit of silence. “I suppose it shouldn’t be that hard for me to figure that out.”
After a small pause, “...and depending on how my kin react, finding a host, even if…even if I’ll need to be passed between different people shouldn’t be hard.” He certainly hoped this would be the case.
Lia’s optimism was not dissimilar to Hilana’s, and the perspective that he might get the chance to ‘choose’ a new body with boundless energy and, perhaps, other traits that suit him gave him some degree of hope– even if the thought itself is slightly macabre.
“You do have a point, Lia; incorporeality does give some a certain type of freedom I’d otherwise never have.”
For a moment, the apparition’s gaze would linger on Lia, thinking about something, then his sight shifted to Lykos. “Are you sure? About…scent. Lia, I don’t think that she’s quite the same as that which tricked me; I think that creature was more like whatever it was that mocked Hilana by taking her face. Do you think they’d have the same sort of scent signature to Lia? Or would they be too different? I don’t even know if what got to me was a twisted reflection of Khyan or a monster wearing his face…” Æros trailed off, his voice forlorn but his ghostly visage empty.
“I’ve half a mind to think that such a thing was a creation of those elves within the obelisk, but that can’t be it, can it? With the destruction of those elves, would constructs of theirs not perish in turn? So…I don’t know. Maybe it lingers because they were all bound to a greater master, maybe it was an opportunistic critter that read me like a book, I…can’t say, and I hate that…so much,” he was frustrating himself; not having the answers, not being able to reach a conclusion, not knowing the nature of that which had caused his demise– these things bore down with a crushing sort of anguish.
Æros was a man wont to drive himself mad all on his own; it’s why he spiraled at the cusp of adulthood; it’s why he turned to drink, to drugs. The most unfortunate part is that what had saved him was his magic; his uncle had taught him to weave his Mesmer such that when he felt himself spiraling, he could grant himself stability with a flex of aether. And while he still had to deal with the physical withdrawals of his vices, such a technique had allowed him to sever his mental dependencies. He’d worked diligently to master doing this in preparation to take over his house’s seat in the senate and it’d worked out quite well! …the problem was that now, well, his coveted coping mechanism was well beyond his reach. None of his runes responded to him in this state, which only served to frustrate him more.
“...but what then if we even manage to find anything…? I’m a husk of myself. I doubt I’d even be able to do anything…” Cut from his magic, Æros felt worthless, and apparently, his attempts to calm himself had failed.
“Possession…” he interjected after a bit of silence. “I suppose it shouldn’t be that hard for me to figure that out.”
After a small pause, “...and depending on how my kin react, finding a host, even if…even if I’ll need to be passed between different people shouldn’t be hard.” He certainly hoped this would be the case.
Lia’s optimism was not dissimilar to Hilana’s, and the perspective that he might get the chance to ‘choose’ a new body with boundless energy and, perhaps, other traits that suit him gave him some degree of hope– even if the thought itself is slightly macabre.
“You do have a point, Lia; incorporeality does give some a certain type of freedom I’d otherwise never have.”
For a moment, the apparition’s gaze would linger on Lia, thinking about something, then his sight shifted to Lykos. “Are you sure? About…scent. Lia, I don’t think that she’s quite the same as that which tricked me; I think that creature was more like whatever it was that mocked Hilana by taking her face. Do you think they’d have the same sort of scent signature to Lia? Or would they be too different? I don’t even know if what got to me was a twisted reflection of Khyan or a monster wearing his face…” Æros trailed off, his voice forlorn but his ghostly visage empty.
“I’ve half a mind to think that such a thing was a creation of those elves within the obelisk, but that can’t be it, can it? With the destruction of those elves, would constructs of theirs not perish in turn? So…I don’t know. Maybe it lingers because they were all bound to a greater master, maybe it was an opportunistic critter that read me like a book, I…can’t say, and I hate that…so much,” he was frustrating himself; not having the answers, not being able to reach a conclusion, not knowing the nature of that which had caused his demise– these things bore down with a crushing sort of anguish.
Æros was a man wont to drive himself mad all on his own; it’s why he spiraled at the cusp of adulthood; it’s why he turned to drink, to drugs. The most unfortunate part is that what had saved him was his magic; his uncle had taught him to weave his Mesmer such that when he felt himself spiraling, he could grant himself stability with a flex of aether. And while he still had to deal with the physical withdrawals of his vices, such a technique had allowed him to sever his mental dependencies. He’d worked diligently to master doing this in preparation to take over his house’s seat in the senate and it’d worked out quite well! …the problem was that now, well, his coveted coping mechanism was well beyond his reach. None of his runes responded to him in this state, which only served to frustrate him more.
“...but what then if we even manage to find anything…? I’m a husk of myself. I doubt I’d even be able to do anything…” Cut from his magic, Æros felt worthless, and apparently, his attempts to calm himself had failed.
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