Pieces of Home

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Aquila Lucain

Age
2121
Gender
Male
Race
Daeva
Ethnicity
Greek
Play By
Jackson Rathbone
Seeing Marcus again, fighting Marcus as he struggled to get back to Sati and then being put in a nightmare cage for a currently undetermined amount of time had the strange effect of bridging the gap of two thousand years of history, leaving him somewhat in limbo between lives he had led - between the ancient past and the jarringly modern reality of the apartment he was currently housed in. His green eyes were rather unfocused, and he stared mostly towards a blank wall.

Aquila shifted slightly against the wall, managing to pin his wing in an odd position - he didn't seem to notice at first, as something else had caught his attention. Sati, sitting not too far from him. Green eyes focused on him for a second and then slid past him, almost pointedly ignoring him for a moment, before returning to him. The figure was still there, of course. The Daeva knew he wasn't really there. He knew, rather distinctly that this conversation would end terribly - it always did - and yet he couldn't find it in him to actually ignore Sati. Sati was too important to Alexios for him to actually ignore him. It was just... hard. Hard because nothing ever went right and he couldn't make it up to him and he couldn't go back and fix it, either.

Finally he sighed quietly, pulling his legs in closer to his body as he watched the other for several moments, as if uncertain. Sati couldn't be in the box with him, which meant this was just a figment of his imagination anyway, so it almost didn't matter what he said - if anything. Still, it was strange, the box had changed so drastically that he no longer was certain he knew the rules of it. Before the rules had been simple, anything that happened was going to end in the worst possible way he could imagine. ... In the end, maybe those rules hadn't changed. Except it had been strangely quiet since he'd gotten into this new space. There was nothing familiar about it - shouldn't something made up by his own head be at least a little familiar?

"...Weren't you just here?" He finally asked into the silence - it didn't matter, not really. But, Alexios was almost certain he'd been talking to Sati before he'd been startled by the two that looked alike and then brought to this strange new place. Normally Sati didn't come back so fast. Unless... well. It was possible he'd lost more time than he thought, that happened sometimes. it was pretty much impossible to keep track of time here anyway.

Sati Lucain

son of the shifting sands
Age
5,166
Gender
Male
Race
Vampire
Ethnicity
Egyptian
Play By
Shemar Moore
If you don't live for something, then you'll die for nothing.
Just here? Hmm. It had, of course, crossed Sati's mind, even before he'd rushed over here, that Alexios' concept of time was probably skewed. Furthermore, it was also relatively likely some of those things the nightmare cage had locked onto were, in one way or another, related to him. In some sense, he had to thank Rakaia, for being so messed up when he'd gotten to her originally, because now, he had the means to deal with a nightmare cage's after-effects. It certainly wasn't what he'd have hoped for, but all things had a good side and a bad; it just, sometimes, it took a while, to find the less terrible side of something.

He'd have to roll with it, somehow. "Was I?" he asked. "Pretty sure it's been a while. Maybe I forgot." Would that be good enough? Hmm. Just here... did he think he was still in the nightmare cage? Most likely. A glance around, and he smiled a bit. He supposed it still looked like a box, at least, enough for his mind to transpose the nightmare cage onto it. Maybe... if they went outside, Alexios would process he wasn't in the cage anymore, a bit sooner.

Of course, Sati was still angry. He would be, for a long time, maybe. Sati rarely ever lost anyone like that. Most would probably argue that it wasn't his fault; Alexios had died, and hadn't come back. It was probably the only way to get to someone he cared about, as much as he cared about Alexios, Rakaia, and Makoto. It was the only way to get around the gigantic obstacle that Sati Lucain was, and he knew it. The daevas couldn't take him head-on; no, never that. There weren't enough of them, and too many Desert Storm. And Sati himself, well, Azrael couldn't take him down. Neither could any of the other Daeva Warlords, not in a fair fight.

So they didn't fight fair.

He wasn't sure how long it'd take him, to forgive himself for being probably the only reason the daeva host were interested in Alexios at all. Logically, yes, he knew it, he couldn't protect everyone he loved, and that was why he taught them to protect themselves. It didn't mean he forgave himself the dishonor of still not being a god. "Alexios, do you want to go home? I can help you get there." They weren't in the Sahara anymore, anyway, and Sati wasn't really sure where he thought he was, exactly. "Kaia and Maki are here, too. Rakaia found a healer, and she can think, now. She remembers you." She remembered everyone, now, even herself.

She was still a psychopath when she was threatened or pissed off, though; well, that was part of her charm.

Aquila Lucain

Age
2121
Gender
Male
Race
Daeva
Ethnicity
Greek
Play By
Jackson Rathbone
Alexios frowned slightly at that, as if he wasn't sure how to respond. Then again, maybe it had been a while. Maybe he was lying. It didn't really matter, in the end. What mattered was that he was here now, and that Alexios didn't know what exactly was going to be triggered by this. Sati was usually upset with him, one way or another, for being weak enough to die. For leaving him. It was mostly silly, silly insecurities that Aquila had had forever basically, and the Cage was just pusing on them because it could.

The Daeva made a face and pulled his legs in tighter, seeming to be trying to draw away from Sati. Green eyes remained focused on him though as he considered what he'd said. It didn't make sense. He couldn't leave so why was it trying to get him to do so? What happened if he listened to this Sati, anyway? If he tried to leave?

"I can't leave, you know that." Calmly, finally. He couldn't, he couldn't get out of the box, there was no way out. It was all just an illusion anyway, so why would Sati want him to leave? but it was also strange because Sati had never said something like that before here. Before it'd usually ended around maybe he deserved to be here. This was confusing - what in the world was happening now?

Kaia and Maki were here? He looked around slightly - no, he didn't see them. It was just them, and the two that looked familiar and alike. Green eyes went back to Sati. Kaia didn't remember things, and even if she did now, he hadn't been around since things changed. She'd probably be upset with him now, for being gone for so long. "I'm glad." It was an easy enough thing to say. But that was... you know, in all, good news.

But what Alexios couldn't quite see was how it was going to be twisted into something bad.

Sati Lucain

son of the shifting sands
Age
5,166
Gender
Male
Race
Vampire
Ethnicity
Egyptian
Play By
Shemar Moore
If you don't live for something, then you'll die for nothing.
The good news was, Sati was very good at hiding it, when he was angry. He was good at shoving his emotions down, and dealing with them later. Being upset wouldn't help; he needed to be calm, for this, because he didn't quite know what was going through Alex's head, right now. If he reacted badly, then Alex could, too, and that could be very dangerous for them both. He shook his head, a bit, breathing steadily. Eventually, Alex would catch on. That was what he did, when he was containing his rage. But for now, this was going better than Sati had feared it might.

"Mm-mm," he answered. "I know how to get out. You can come. You just have to follow me, see? Like you did when we went over the Alps, and then to the Sahara. That was a long time ago, but it didn't turn out so bad, did it?" Sati wouldn't hurt him, would never do anything that might, and Alex knew that. He was just hoping that, if he prodded that part of him enough, the part that trusted him, enough, eventually his instincts would override his ingrained suspicion. He was quite sure Alex had it, by now; he remembered every year that Alex wasn't here, because quite honestly, every day of every year he was gone, it felt like a little more of him slipped away. He clung to Maki and Kaia, but, one didn't override or replace another. It wasn't the same, and it wouldn't be, and that was no one's fault, it just was.

He was sure, though, at least in some sense, that Alex felt the same. Sati hoped the pieces of Alex that had clung to him were still vibrant enough to override the chaos in his mind. To remind him that, whether Sati was a mirage or real, he did still trust him. "It's okay, Alex," he said, quiet, almost a whisper. "We're back together now, see? And like I said I would, a long time ago, if you can't stand anymore, I'll hold you up, remember? I got it from here. We don't have to go far. Just right outside, mm? The fresh air'll be good for you." So it probably would. Daevas didn't need anything special, but sunlight was good for most creatures.

Most.

Aquila Lucain

Age
2121
Gender
Male
Race
Daeva
Ethnicity
Greek
Play By
Jackson Rathbone
Knew how to get out, did he? "You make it sound so easy." His tone was mistrustful. But... on the one hand, Aquila was almost certain that one of these couldn't be broken from the inside. On the other hand... Alexios had seen Sati do plenty of things that one might say were impossible. And if anyone could manage what Sati was proposing, it would be the man himself. Suspicion warred with the ingrained trust in Sati he had, and he didn't shift any closer. He wanted to. He wanted to because his emotions would always betray him when it came to Sati, it was why the shades of him were such effective weapons because Sati's hatred was perhaps the one thing that Alexios could not face with his head held high and a glare in his eyes.

But Sati had never directly put him in danger, the real one hadn't. The real Sati had always done the best he could to protect them all, and that was why they followed him. Alex knew that. His heart warred with his head, and green eyes remained fixed on the other, his body not moving even as he listened.

Was it okay? Nothing had been okay for so long... how long had it been? How long had it been since he abandoned Sati against his own will? How long had he been gone? All Sati was asking for was a little trust. All Sati was asking for was him to go outside with the vampire. That was all Sati was asking. It wasn't that much to ask. It wasn't that much for Alex to give except it required trust and that was the one thing Alex had always struggled to give.

But this was Sati. Or it was a figment of his own imagination. Either way the trust was either in his own mind or in someone he had trusted for hundreds of years. But then, Alex knew from all this time that he couldn't trust his own mind. And yet... and yet. Would it hurt anything to give in to this? The worst that happened was it was another trick to more pain. In the end, it couldn't be more than he had already endured except freedom or death.

And at this point, wouldn't dying again just be a release? It wasn't as if Sati would lose anything, if he died here and this wasn't really Sati. It wasn't as if Aquila himself had anything left to lose.

Quietly he nodded. "Air would be nice." Softly, quietly sealing his fate. For better, or for worse. The Daeva shifted slightly, moving a little hesitantly towards Sati.

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