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"Only seek me out if you have need of me."

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Early August -> Action

[zodiheart]

It had been steady casual work since Lahabrea's arrival to the simulation, but finally Elidibus places the finishing touches upon the home he had crafted by hand. Ever thankful in his proficiency in the arts of the hand, he had used limited creation magicks so as to not cause any unfortunate reactions within the house itself. It was located near where he lived with the other ancients, but not too near. Easy enough to go back and forth, but providing plenty of privacy between them - with trees and enough of a walk.

The blueprints had been drawn up by Lahabrea and himself jointly, the floor plan to the other man's tastes. The decorations inside are rather bare, lacking in most furniture for now - but that was a solution Lahabrea may fix over time. As Emet-Selch had made his own house in time.

Elidibus beams in delight at the completed structure, looking over at Lahabrea as they stand together. "Welcome to your new home, dearest Lahabrea."

happy valentine's fray

[haredresser]

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[awesomegaolgreatjob]

[ Knock-knock. It's your son at your door, Laha. He stands there with an air of conviction. ]

Father?

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[zodiheart]

[A few days after the desperate situation with Elidibus, but prior to the monthly Mingle post, there is a gentle knocking upon Lahabrea's door.

It is Elidibus, unannounced. A rarity for the younger man. Clearly though there are situations that have altered his usual behavioral patterns - chiefly being that it's clear he is still recovering from everything that had transpired. Now, himself once more and rested to the point where he can once again stand, he has slipped away to seek out Lahabrea. To seek out Hephaistos.

They have much they need to discuss. It's time for Themis to give answers that he really should have long ago.

And... something else, if he is still accepted.

Whatever the result, he steels himself as he waits for the older man to answer the door. He is utterly exhausted, made clear by the dark circles beneath his eyes and the pallor of his skin. The way he stands, one hand upon the door frame to support his weight. He knows he should have waited... but he could not bring himself to delay. Not when he recalled each and every moment of the ordeal with crystal clarity.

He waits.]