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❆ on their person: a brooch in the shape of a red-winged blackbird
❆ sword (not magical, just pretty)
❆ animal companion: Renovan warhorse ("Pinto Grigio")

[Knock knock, Sheesus coming into the Inn totally not feeling a little ill from the pickle and ice cream he has earlier partook in. The man is 98% robe, 1% sheepman, and now 1% dill and ice cream. That equation is about to change because there's no way he's not trying blackberry ice cream that isn't from a Cookie world.]

Hello~?

[kiera is over in the kitchen, standing over a few big bowls. at pure vanilla's greeting, they turn to wave politely.]

Hiii! [their voice is so soft and sing-songy.] Over here. It's almost ready!

[Oh, what a calming voice. He follows it into the kitchen, hooves thudding lightly as he moves, staff clicking and his ears perking up.]

Oh, I'm glad I wasn't too late! I cannot wait to try it! Do you often make your own ice cream?

[He'll make himself small in the kitchen to stay out of the way politely, his staff watching with interest.]

[how interesting! a sheep-person with a functional eye on a staff. the grove sure is full of characters! kiera's smile doesn't falter as she takes it all in. they've met werewolves and fish-people back home, after all.]

I do. Not that I dislike when it's made by others, but I can control the exact flavor and how quickly it's frozen and aerated.

[assuming the staff does indeed function as pure vanilla's eyes, in full view of it, kiera waves their hand over a mixing bowl of nearly-formed ice cream. sure enough, the liquidy contents seem to mix with a controlled breeze of air carrying the tiniest crystals of ice. and given maybe another half minute of that, viola! solid ice cream with purple swirls from the fresh blackberry chunks throughout.]

I see!

[Oh!! Pure Vanilla is delighted to see elemental magic, and he watches with almost childlike glee. Especially as it stiffens the ice cream as it mixes.]

That's quite handy! Were you born with your abilities?

[It's very difficult for Cookies to touch elemental powers unless they're blessed with them. They're too primal, too real. Yet she controls the ice as easily as Frost Queen might have, with a simple wave of her hand. And then the ice cream is done, and it's a lovely shade of purple, and it's going to be hell on top of dill and vanilla, but he doesn't know this.]

[it's actually pretty nice that something so simple to them is pleasing to someone else. of course, kiera already thinks they're hot shit, so it only stands to reason that they expect others to agree.

... lucky for pv, she's just more glad to have ice cream. though she's just as generous scooping into a bowl for him as she is for herself.]

I had to hone them over time. Where I'm from, many people can learn at least a little magic with the proper discipline.

I hope you enjoy it.

[Oh he'll accept that generous scoop with a happy thank you! He wasn't invited to sit so he's not going to, he will instead make himself comfortably small in the kitchen by finding an out of the way place to stand, his tail wiggling in delight as he does.]

It is the same in my world, yet elemental magic such as ice is beyond our grasp for the most part. We find it far easier to use magic that is more in line with who we fundamentally are.

[He very carefully takes a little bit of the ice cream to taste it and immediately looks delighted.]

Delicious, my friend! It is perfect!

[The happiest of Peepaws right here.]

Really? What makes ice so unlike you? Don't some cookies come with icing?

[it's clearly a rhetorical question. one that they don't seem to care whether or not it's appropriate -- they'll surely find out from pv's reaction. and of the few cookies they're familiar with, he seems quite forgiving.]

I'm glad you like it.

[ Congratulations, you made Pure Vanilla laugh while he had a mouthful of ice cream. He polite keeps it in his mouth, which results in a sort of half laugh half choking noise as he hastily swallows, gives himself brain freeze, then covers his mouth to laugh properly. ]

Ah, if only it worked that way, for indeed, most cookies are covered in icing! It makes up our hair and clothes.

[ Argh, his head hurts from the brain freeze, he will poke at his ice cream gently while waiting for that to subside. ]

[that display is more than enough to get kiera giggling, too, though she's far more prepared to do so than poor pv was.]

Oh, I'm terribly sorry! It wasn't my intention to choke you at all! Are you alright?

[ He waves his hand gently from side to side, beaming. ]

I am all right! A little ice cream inhale and brain freeze can't stop me for long!

[ His lungs are cold. ]

[ He's going to hunt them down because they might skin him if he did this without their help. Kiera where are you. ]

Edited 2025-03-11 03:03 (UTC)

[they definitely would! they're grooming their horse in the barn, the doors wide open for clive to spy from far away.]

[ Oh the barn. Good, it means he can visit Ambrosia too. He approaches with a smile, speaking up once he steps into the barn. ]

Kiera, may I have a moment?

[ Ambrosia's head instantly comes up from where she was laying in her stall, the tall ass Chocobo climbing to her feet to instantly hang her head over to get beak rubs and feather scratches. ]

[ah! clive is always pleasant to see, and kiera is always keen on sticking their nose into luca's business, besides... for now, though, she eyes the big lady.

pinto may side-eye kiera. the jealousy is strong in this one.]

Of course. You and your very large chicken. I was wondering to whom she belonged.

Hah. Kiera, Ambrosia. Ambrosia, Kiera. Ambrosia is my Chocobo from home. The finest friend one could ask for, and never a better steed to be seen.

[ The giant bird turns her head around and down to lower her beak towards Kiera, turning her head to view her better out of her eye. The proceeds to fluff her feathers up and 'wark' in greeting. Then dip her head down further. Clive huffs a laugh. ]

She's asking if you'll scratch her feathers against the back of her head.

[??? hello??? pinto grigio is RIGHT here and extremely offended??? snorting!!!

kiera tosses her a sugarcube to placate her for now. settle down, girl, kiera has another beautiful lady to pet!! they graciously accept the offer, moving slow and in ambrosia's eyeline even though she was the one to ask for attention. kiera must have experience with some sort of bird or another, because they know exactly how to rub and scritch at the feathers.]

Thank you, Lady Ambrosia. You are quite striking... and I can't help but notice we match! I'm honored.

[ While Kiera pets Ambrosia, Clive will turn his attention to the horse because it's not something he's seen before. It looks a lot like an Antelope, without the horns and a lot less fragile looking. Distracted from the reason he came here in the first place to cautiously raise his hand towards the nose. He has his bone ring on, obviously, but he won't bother the horse - this is a horse right - too much. ]

Hello there. Sorry for interrupting.

[ Ambrosia is old and wise, and won't take offense to the snorting. Instead she warbles and turns her head, eye closing contently. Clive smiles a little. ]

She also asks if you got it saving the life of a wayward chick.

[oh, he's sorry?? her mane is only half-brushed. is he going to fix this?? and obviously she's a horse. is this human stallion an idiot???

(sorry, the horse is rude.)

kiera, on the other hand, is having the time of their life.]

Aha... No, though I commend your noble efforts. I was only a hatchling, myself, when I earned mine.

[ Ah, he understands some of that, and huffs a gentle laugh as he looks around to find the brush to pick it up, glancing towards the horse, then Kiera, then the horse again to lift it. ]

May I?

[ Ambrosia doesn't seem to like that idea that Kiera was injured as a chick, lifting her head a little to begin preening Kiera's hair in turn. Clive glances over, amused. ]

She's saying some choice things about your herd for not protecting you well enough. Careful, or she might sit on you.

[ How those tiny little Chocobo chicks survive is unknown to him when she plops on them. ]

[pinto side-eyes him... and kiera does their best to continue giving ambrosia attention while chuckling a warning to clive.]

You can try, but I can't promise she won't bite. Be gentle, but firm.

[their laugh is soft and airy when ambrosia decides to preen them back.]

Ah, darling, don't worry. My new flock is far more caring. I'm going to hazard a guess you've met my nestmate?

Hm. [ He lowers his voice to talk to Pinto only, turning his hand to show the bone ring. ] I can understand you, if you speak to me. Tell me if I tug too hard, though if you must bite, ware my right hand. It's stone.

[ He waits a moment for the horse to absorb this, then carefully steps forward to begin brushing down her mane. It's not unlike hair, but very different from feathers. There's no feather shafts to be careful of, so he goes cautiously.

And smiles as he listens to Ambrosia as she tilts her head back with a bunch of hair caught in her beak. There. Much better, before shaking her beak free and grinding it gently. ]

And I quote "They are quite a peaceful herd, I rarely hear any squabbling. It is the one Clive-" Okay, I'm not saying that. Yes, she's seen him.

[this human is weird. telling her to bite his flesh hand instead of the one that would hurt her instead of him. she'll allow the brushing to happen for a time. when she does bite, it's a lock of his hair rather than anything that might hurt. yes, she's jealous that kiera's attention is on ambrosia -- see, she can nibble all cute, too-- and to her credit, she doesn't pull his hair out.

meanwhile, kiera laughs good-naturedly at the snag, and at the chocobo's translated words.]

Aha, I thought as much. Thank you very much, Ambrosia. You are truly lovely.

[ Because he's a good man, and if she bites him, it's because he did something wrong and he won't have her hurting herself. He's gently as he works, but the brushes are firm. Have to be, he noticed, to get through the mane. Huh. He actually gets pretty absorbed into it until his hair is nibbled and he blinks, laughing. ]

I do need a haircut, don't I?

[ He's aware his hair looks Like That.

Ambrosia bobs her head and waits, expectantly. Clive oh's. ]

Bag by her door, she likes beets.

[ There's some root vegetables in there. Carrots too. But that also reminds him and he pauses brushing to reach into his pocket, fetching a brilliant orange gem to hold it out to Kiera. ]

Right. I'm making your brother something, and was wondering if you would put some energy into this.

[oh FUCK yes they get to feed the baby!!! absolutely zero hesitation they are tearing into this bag for a BEET. and holding it out to sweet, precious ambrosia, palm flat the same as feeding a horse. a beak the size of your head is nothing to mess around with!

once they turn to accept the stone with raised brows, and clive is sufficiently distracted... pinto reaches out for his hair again, though now she just teases at it with her lips. hello? she is still here and likes being brushed, and also that beetroot looked really tasty! just saying!]

What exactly is it you're making?

[ Ambrosia takes it gently, carefully, then whips her head back to throw it down her gullet. One crunch, two, and it's on it's way. She fans her feathers out in glee, stomps her feet and kweh!s loudly.

The tug on his hair makes him laugh and reach up to rub that nose. ]

Okay, hold on, let go. Beet? Carrot? There's corn in there too, I think.

[ What can horses eat? He waits until he's released to go over to the bag to pull some things out. ]

A method to shut the Phoenix up. I can't punch it, or kill it, yet but the stone with the right enchantments will act as a barrier when activated.

[ He carefully holds the items out for the horse, palm flat for one but his right hand lightly curled. But she can get around the stone fingers to choose. ]

[oh, kiera adores the sounds she makes. they have just decided that they love chocobos. this one in particular.

pinto whickers and paws at the ground, rearing her head back to look at him expectantly. all of the above, please! and she will take it all if allowed, at which point clive will become her third favorite person in the grove.

as they hold the stone in their hand, the lighthearted feeling of the moment fades to something cold and hard in their gut. where did clive get the idea for such a thing? and why didn't they think about it first? is it even possible for such a thing to work as intended, or will it only end up making the phoenix angrier and using it as an excuse to hurt luca further?]

... Do you know for certain it will function properly?

[ He will definitely let her take all of them, smirking a little and making sure Kiera can't see him spoiling their horse a little. And when Pintos ate all she can, he will rub her nose again gently, looking back to Kiera with a soft sigh. ]

I hope so. It's been blessed by the guardians, Joshua and myself have offered energy to it, and I felt it right the third should be you.

[ He picks up the brush again to gently go back to Pintos mane, frowning a little thoughtfully as he does. ]

It's... something, at any rate. If it doesn't work, I'll think of something else.

[ There's determination in his voice. Ambrosia makes a deep raptor like noise and moves to settle herself back down again. Right onto some Tomas chicks, spreading her wings to make sure they're all covered. Clive answers her with an amused: ]

It's in another world, I can't.

[ The most chicken grunt ever. ]

[please. as if kiera spoiling her ass isn't the entire reason she's such a brat.

kiera turns the stone over in their hands, contemplating. she very nearly says aloud that if it backfires and hurts him, she'll kill all of them, including herself. ultimately decides that's a bad idea and in poor humor, given that she would take the threat too seriously if clive said something similar.

as she summons a tiny whirlwind of snow over the crystal, she glances to Clive once more.]

What can't you do?

Kill the Phoenix.

[ His expression is a humorless little smirk, before he finally backs away from Pinto to join Kiera again, the smirk fading away. ]

As much as I'm a God killer, if there's no actual God to fight...

[ A half shrug with his shoulder, watching her summon the snow. That makes him smile a little more relaxedly. It's not unlike Jill with Shiva. Small and precise, something he can't do. ]

[the chill over kiera's hand spreads to their heart for just one moment. they recall a time last year, an argument with luca in which he shared that his goal was that very same -- to kill the beast. kiera knows it tortures him, of course they know, but that doesn't mean they're willing to just let luca potentially kill himself in the process of removing it.

they stare deeply into the stone, their hand shaking once before they force it still once more.]

I must admit, I'm relieved you're unable to access it. Luca is tied intrinsically to the Beast. Killing it may very well kill him.

I was hoping it wasn't the case with your brother. My brother is the Phoenix. Killing the Phoenix would kill him. But from the sounds of it, Luca was blessed.

[ He sighs on 'blessed', the tone saying 'cursed'. He leans himself against a pole of the barn, studying the other animals in their stalls. Ambrosia warbles and coos nonsense to the chicks, and his eyes land on the cow. The hells is that. ]

I'm more than willing to find a way to 'untie' them, however, before finding a way to kill it. I would never hurt Luca.

[the cow makes eye contact. does clive want to go? she's very clearly beiwe-themed, the same horn-halo and all. she's up for a tussle. try her. she dares him.]

I'm inclined to believe it wouldn't be such an issue with the other Beasts. There are those Blessed by the Wolf, the Fox... the Butterfly. Each of them are many. Luca, being the Phoenix's only heir... [kiera, and even luca, has no true way of knowing what would happen, if they were to kill it. but kiera isn't willing to risk it.

they glance to ambrosia, to pinto, to clive. following a discussion that seemed very difficult for them, the smile on their lips is surprisingly tender.]

I can tell. You're very gentle with him. [he needs that, she doesn't say, but the sentiment is clear.]

[ .... He getting a very strong feeling that animal is challenging him to a fight. Does he- does he honor it? Is it? It looks like Beiwes pet. He focuses on Kiera instead, though he keeps the animal in the corner of his eye.

And he nods to show he understands. ]

It may have tied him more thoroughly than others might have tied theirs. It's a risk and you don't want to find out the hard way.

[ The smile and 'very gentle' makes him huff softly and turn a little red. ]

It's easy to be, with him.

[ And not because Luca is fragile or anything like that. ]

Thank you, Kiera.

[if kiera thinks anything of clive's slight fluster, they don't speak of it. even if they themself find the concept of romance a bit... icky, they haven't seen luca in such decent spirits since they were children. maybe he isn't doing great, but it's a hell of an improvement from the man who returned to her over a year ago, now. she can't bring herself to harass clive too much, when he's done so much for them.

she steps closer, to offer the gem back to him.]

Was that all I needed to do?

It was.

[ After taking the gem back and tucking it away into his pouch, he reaches out again to clasp her hand. A warm, firm squeeze, his expression soft.

... Actually as way of thanks, he glances towards Ambrosia, then to Kiera.

Tilts his head inquisitively. Want to ride her? ]

[The next time the siblings are on shift together, Luca's mood is significantly different. He fusses with his hands, can't seem to stand still. More than once, he opens his mouth, then closes it, failing to say something that seems to be eating away at him.

It's probably obvious as to why. Luca oscillates between looking at Clive with furrowed brows, and looking anywhere but. Asked about it, he'll brush Kiera off, or try to play it off

At least until the last patron leaves. Only then does Luca shift and... take a seat at the bar. There's a loud thunk as he flops down.]

[while kiera can't relate, she's studied people and the way they interact for plenty long enough to have her suspicions. to her credit, she doesn't embarrass luca in front of any clientele.

once they're all gone and he plops his own ass onto a barstool, she'll look up from her measly little closing tasks and shoot him a wry smile.]

And what will you be having, stranger?

[He lifts his head just long enough to fix Kiera with the most miserable of looks, then thuds his head down once more. After a long, drawn out groan, he manages:]

Advice. Please.

[a quiet chuckle rises from their chest, despite themself.]

Good grief. We both know you're barking up the wrong tree, but alright, I'll humor you your Tending Bar Entry Exam.

So long as you let me drink on the job.

Mmmgh...

[He flaps his hand a few times. It's as good of a yes as any. Otherwise, Kiera's going to have to deal with some muffled chatter.]

I worry I'm not good enough for him, Kiera. He's a good man, and I'm...

[Another hand flutter.]

[oh, thank the beasts. they were definitely sneaking themself a shot (read: 3 shots) of brandy, not cleaning, a moment ago. just going to knock that back while luca's head is down...]

... a good man as well.

I don't see the issue.

I used to be, maybe. Good. Kind. Gentle. But I -

[He makes another noise, before finally lifting his head to stare at Kiera. Or try, at least. His hair is kind of everywhere.]

I met someone in Cataega. We were awful for each other but... I liked that. I wanted to be carved up and bloody when everything was said and done.

And Clive? He deserves something better than that. Gentle. Loving. And I fear I no longer know how to give that.

[clive should still be what she focuses on, but of course kiera locks onto the idea of luca in a relationship or anything similar with someone who would hurt him. they're no stranger to pain being a kink, but after having heard and all but witnessed luca's healing and resurrection... they're fully aware that "carved up and bloody" is not an exaggeration. and most likely not for pleasure, either, but for the exact sense of low self-worth he's displaying right now.

it takes them a long moment of staring off, fingers gripping the bar until their knuckles blanch, before they relax once more with one of their all too convincing false smiles.]

Too bad you're here now!

[another shot, because they can, and because fuck this.]

Sure, you know. Those aren't things you are, they're things you choose to do. And I've seen you choose them, time and again. You've chosen to do "good," talking down our enemy rather than allow our allies to slay her. You've treated me with kindness, welcoming me back into your graces rather than pushing me away -- which you'd be well within your rights to do, given how I've treated you. You're gentle each day with Polaris, with our younger residents.

You're a smart man, Luca. I'm sure you'll think of ways you can apply these things to a... partner. [for his sake, they don't say that word with any sort of derision, as they normally would.]

[The faint motion isn't lost on Luca, despite the mess of hair blocking his view. He isn't surprised by her reaction. He also doesn't even attempt to temper it. There's nothing he could say that would do so. Alazon had been terrible for him, and yet Luca had come running back to him every time. There was a desperation there.

... he almost missed it.

Instead, Luca focuses on what Kiera says. She... really does make a valid case. Even if he doesn't agree with the words, the effort means much to Luca. He knows these topics are difficult, if not outright alien to her. The fact that she tries at all means everything to him.]

Every day is a struggle to do so. It was... so much easier when I could mindlessly break and destroy. I don't remember how I ever managed kindness before. Not when everything is as... cruel as it is.

[well, so long as they're offering advice, kiera supposes they can do the other part that goes with it -- the serving. though they know his tastes almost always run nonalcoholic, they set to preparing two drinks for him -- the first of which requires some ginger and cinnamon to brew into a tea. as they set this in motion, their gaze stays trained on him. seems they're more proficient at this bartending thing than they typically act, and without a doubt, luca knows it.]

Is it a struggle, or does it only seem so when you think about it? From my perspective, it appears to come easy to you, still, when you have the opportunity. I think the biggest obstacle you get tangled up in is your own mind.

[Luca watches her movement, curiosity plain on his face. He's obviously set her free on the bar many times, knowing she could produce good work. It's a bit different, though, when it comes to her trying to appeal to his own tastes. He's interested to see what she pulls together.

Or was, until she called him the fuck out. He huffs once, lowering his head once more.]

Maybe you are onto something. But I would hate to get so wrapped up in Clive, only to find that I was unsatisfied. He would deserve far better than that.

[as the spices steep, kiera leans back onto the bar, elbow propped up and chin in hand, as if she were the one on the barstool, seeking gossip.]

It sounds like you ought to discuss all of this with him, as terrifying a prospect as it is.

[Luca groans and outright flops down once more.]

I was trying to avoid that. [He huffs against the wood grain.] Since when do you talk sense, anyway?

[oh, nooo, the grown ass man has to talk about his grown ass feelings like a grown ass adult!

is what kiera wants to say, but they're very hesitant to tease luca on this matter, currently. they don't want to give him any more reason to be antsy about it.

no, instead, they strain the spices from the tea, add a generous amount of honey, and a shot of that brandy. and just in case he isn't interested, they pour a short glass of apple juice as well, pushing them both over to him.]

Did you not come here specifically asking me to knock some sense into you?

[Kiera is so kind to him. And not just because she skips taunting him. He accepts both drinks, allowing a little sip of the apple juice before taking the tea. He sips it, only wincing slightly at the kick of alcohol. It isn't isn't the worst thing he's had, and the spices help.]

Hmph. If I did, I would never give you the satisfaction of knowing that was the case. [Aaaand after a second.] But, I would also thank you in that reality.

[kiera smirks, though it's less sharp than usual. whether they're simply pleased that they got luca to taste something alcoholic without him immediately spitting it back out, or at his admittance that they gave sound advice... well, it could very well be both.

while he sips, they get to their actual cleaning, though they never step too far away.]

He cares a great deal for you. [that much is obvious, considering the bracelet and the way clive grieved for luca so similarly to kiera.] He'll understand that you have struggles, just the same as I'm sure he does.

[Luca only sighs in response. Joshua had said the same. He has no reason to doubt either of them, or Clive's own feelings. And really, he doesn't. It's himself that he can't help but question.

Unfortunately, talking it out was going to be the only way it ever cleared up.]

You know... [He isn't deliberately changing the subject but... Hey, it's relevant.] I thanked you already, for remaining with Clive. But now that I have heard more, I feel I should do so again.

I know you, Kiera. You were in rough shape. That you allowed him in at all... it means a lot. I am glad he seems to have your approval.

[hm. it's awkward enough to acknowledge that they have feelings, or that they "approve," as he puts it, of luca's partner, but there's an added layer to it still twisting in kiera's gut. they focus on their work for a while, struggling with how to admit it.

at some point, they drop it casually, half turned away, wiping a spill off further down the bar.]

He saw me. Without the eyepatch or the glamour. Hasn't said a word to me about it, then or since. I think I might forgo them entirely.

[Luca goes from halfway slumped over in his bar stool to completely alert. He has no reason to distrust Clive, or even begin to suspect a poor reaction to Kiera's background, but instinct still drives him. Back when he had traveled through Castilla, when he found himself at his lowest, he'd done everything to be mindful of their secret, and to ensure he would not jeopardize them.

It's a hard habit to break, even here in the Grove.

Still, the fact that they follow it up with a desire to cast the effort aside presumably bodes well, even if it sits uncomfortably at first.]

I can talk to him, if you want. [Which, speaking of...] What... do you want? No one would harm you here but...

That's unnecessary.

[as nonchalant as they play it, it's a terrifying prospect for kiera. they've spent their entire life hiding different parts of themself from those around them just to stay alive. but... hm.]

I wouldn't say I want to expose myself, but logically -- the people here didn't bat an eyelash at your part-timer, and there are others who've committed far greater sins than simply existing and still been welcomed. [hats off to you, affo!]

... I simply think history has shown time and again that hiding it only causes trouble, and I would like to be of greater use to you. That means, at least in this world, being more open about my capabilities.

You are right that people have shrugged off more than simply being born into an ideology you don't agree with.

[But Luca's face shifts into something of a scowl. He crosses his arms over his chest.]

You are free to do what you wish. But don't you dare make it about being of use to me, Ki. I don't need your abilities. I just need you.

[they give a dismissive wave of the hand.]

Perhaps that was poor wording on my part. I only think that this is the best way to be here for you, going forward. [who knows if their logic is sound, though. they've been known to do quite impulsive things, especially after bouncing back from things like... last month. luca probably hasn't seen anything quite so drastic out of them, though.]

Maybe I'm just tired of walking into things! We take depth perception for granted, you know.

Kiera.

[He remains unconvinced. So unconvinced that he slips out of his chair and — sways just a little? Shut up. He's always been a lightweight, they both know it.]

That isn't much better, you know. You have been here for me for over a year now, all without exposing yourself. Clearly you can manage my impulses without any of your skills.

You have to promise me that I am the furthest thing from your mind when considering this. Otherwise I will not accept it. [And with a grunt, he adds:] Otherwise you'll be walking into my fist repeatedly.

[when he stands, kiera finally looks at him again, but it's only because they predict his swaying.]

Sit down, Luca. [the tone is that of a scolding parent.]

Well over a year, and what have I done besides gather information, follow you into the forest once, and sit around drinking and waiting for something terrible to happen to you?

I'm not promising you anything.

[He crosses his arms like a child, but... does indeed sit himself back down. He can't exactly convince them to not be an idiot if he's falling over himself.]

You convinced me to not kill Zonari. Maybe you had some help from the g- from Mamika. But I would not have followed her command alone.

I've... healed because of you, Kiera. So do not sell yourself so short.

[Once the chatter turns more companionable, and topics turn to something beyond the work to be done, Luca's eyes seek out Kiera. He makes for the door, takes one step through, then gives a nod to them.]

Care for a walk?

[kiera appreciates that luca goes first -- it keeps him in their eyeline, and his back to them rather than forcing them to expose theirs to him. they wouldn't say this is pleasant by any stretch of the imagination, but it is easier.]

It'll help my nerves. [they say once out of earshot of anyone else. at least i hope it will, they don't say aloud.]

Then I'm glad for it.

[He keeps a healthy distance between the two of them. And maybe it's a little easier to say what comes next.]

I am... sure you have realized it but. Clive is gone.

[kiera can only nod. she hasn't dealt with grief very well since their father died, especially acknowledging it out loud when it's so fresh. instead of dwelling or even confirming that she already knew, she turns it around.]

I saw the tavern. But you seem... alright? [it's almost suspicious. nothing like foul play, but the fact that luca isn't losing his mind in the forest or going near comatose with grief in his quarters is very odd -- especially when paired with his new appearance.]

I wasn't.

[There's no forest to look to here. Instead, he glances up at the sky.]

I tore into the woods. Zahliya tried to stop me so I - [His words halt, then quiver.] I hurt him. Not physically, mind you. And when that wasn't enough, I tore into Zonari next.

[His shoulders tremble just slightly.]

I exhausted myself in the woods. I wanted that thing to find me.

[kiera stops mid-step to look at him, fear of luca falling away instantly and being replaced with fear for him.

luca is quick to specify that he didn't physically harm zahliya, but the mention of zonari immediately makes kiera's blood run cold. if he picked a fight with her, surely she'd aim to finish it. and although kiera still believes the gargoyle could be of use, and admittedly enjoys her company, more than anything, they worry for luca's wellbeing.]

Did she hurt you? Did the Forest hurt you?

Physically? No. [He shakes his head, grimacing at the memory.] She had some choice words for me but... She was hardly wrong.

[His hands shift, wrapping around one another and fiddling anxiously, almost. He casts a look over his shoulder, just to make sure they're still there. It's only once he's assured himself of that much that he continues...]

Eventually I collapsed. Hit my head. And while I was there, I dreamed. [He turns to face them fully.] I dreamed of home. Of how things would have been if we had stayed. Months passed. And at the end of it all, I -

[He draws in a breath. He's had to acknowledge his newfound gifts, but actually speaking the words aloud? He hasn't let himself do so.]

I killed the Phoenix.

[His eyes blaze with the claimed power, evidence enough of the truth.]

[if she wasn't already in shock before, this is certainly enough to drop her jaw. the implication of everything... that the dream was real, actually happened, with the physical evidence. that it was possible for the phoenix to die, but luca to live. and he says "we," but once again, kiera is reminded of how long they've sat idle, never once thinking of a solution to deal with the phoenix, then along came clive to deal with it so swiftly...

once the surprise wears off, their face and their gaze falls. they've failed him, time and time again. he had to do it all himself.]

... I'm sorry.

For what, Kiera?

[He knows they're afraid, but he holds his hands out to them all the same. His smile is warm and earnest. There is so much light radiating from him, happiness. Comfort, at last, within his own skin.]

You were there, with me. You never let me face it alone.

[He doesn't add that there was one other. Not yet. Let this be a happy conversation between them for once.]

[that part of them that they'll never escape is still wary of the phoenix's power, still cries out from deep inside that he is danger and pain and death, but kiera doesn't shy away this time. they take his hands with only a moment's hesitation, and the immediate warmth makes their apprehension fall away. there is no danger in luca, but the safety and comfort of a family's hearth in winter, the sunbeam for which a weary cat yearns. his words only serve to cement the feeling. for what feels like a dozen times in the past few weeks, they feel a sting in their eyes, though both are visible this time.]

I was? I --

[their voice cracks, and they laugh once in shame. it's been an age since that happened.]

... I'm glad. Thank you for letting me help. I'm sorry I don't remember.

As if I gave you a choice. From the moment I told you I was suffering, from the moment you saw me fall and return, you got to work. Even dragged your strange, rock-licking friend into it. You two found out everything I needed to know. You chased me through the woods when I was half-mad and did all you could to put me right. And when it came time...

[He just gives a nod. He doesn't mention the way her face had contorted as the memory faded, as if something had struck her. He doesn't bring it up, because he doesn't want her to worry. Not when it could have just as easily been a muscle ache or hangover.]

You went through hell for me, Kiera. And I am so sorry that I ever resented you.

[Because he had, even if he'd never spoke it aloud. Resented her in the same way he'd resented Zahliya. He'd held them both to a standard they could never achieve, because he never dared ask for help.]

I wouldn't be here without you.

[He squeezes her hands, even if all he really wants to do is pull her in for a tight hug. Maybe she'll see the way his arms flex and relax with the desire.]

It has been strange, though. I still feel that grief, and I know it should be brighter. Angrier. But at the same time, I have experienced several months. I have healed, even without realizing it.

["rock-licking friend" hits kiera in the chest like a blow. ignatius has weighed heavy on her mind lately, and while she's never doubted that their friendship is deeply meaningful to them, this only confirms it. luca is the most precious person to kiera, so of course helping him would be important to iggy as well.

they know luca's body language when he wants affection, and by this point they have no qualms in pulling him into a tight hug.]

Don't apologize. I would do anything for you. [she doesn't say that she already knew some part of him resented her. it would only be twisting the knife, and she doesn't hold it against him. if she was in his place, she would despise her.]

I'm... relieved that time has made it a little easier for you. But if you need anything from me, to help more...

[they let the offer hang in the air for a moment before releasing him so they can look him in the eye once more.]

... Did you mean what you said? You want to be -- the Sun Goddess's Priest? [surely he understands how strange it is for kiera to wrap her head around, especially after luca admits to having finally killed the god he has resented for so long.]

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I always know where to find you. [The smile he gives as he leans back is as warm as ever. A silent promise that he won't try to face things alone.] Trust me, there is much more for me to tell. A lot... happened.

[Including, hilariously enough, potentially finding someone new? He can't imagine that conversation is going to go well, though. He doesn't want to ruin this moment.

Instead, he nods in response to her question.]

I was considering it even before all of this. The guardians here all serve the goddesses, and they were so kind to me. [He holds his arm up, showing off the bracelet still there.] If they trust her, then I trust her. Especially since both Clive and Joshua were also willing to cast their lot behind her.

... and, maybe I want to see for myself, that there can be good deities out there.

[naturally, kiera is curious, but where they would press almost anyone else about it without mercy, they're content to let luca rest.]

You can tell me when you're ready.

[his explanation regarding beiwe, she takes in silently, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a straight line. even despite clive, the guardians, and everyone, it's difficult to believe entirely, but... kiera is with luca. she always has been, and always will be.]

We can see together, then. I want to help.

When I'm ready, then.

[For now, Luca takes their hand, leading them toward Arcadia. Maybe he moves just a little slower, lingering in the moment. He's grateful, so grateful for everything Kiera has done for him. He feels like he hasn't been able to tell them that enough.

He does pause midstep, though. He turns to look at her, then looks back down. If his eyes glimmer faintly with a sheen of tears, that's between him and himself, thank you.]

Only if you're sure. You have dealt with enough at the hands of other gods.

[kiera has no room to judge; they were brought nearly to tears only moments ago, and luca has always been better at expressing himself than they are.]

I'm sure. [to use his own words against him...] If you trust her, I do, too. With my life. [they don't say with his life, but that's part of the reason they're here. to support him, and still have his back should everything else go to shit.]

Well, then it's settled. I will have to meet with her soon. Let her know of everything that's happened. And... own up for the things I said to Zahliya, too.

[He grimaces at that.]

I don't suppose you'll stand by me through that will you.

[while kiera doesn't know exactly what was said, it can't have been good. they're just grateful that they don't have to deal with such things in their own personal life.]

If you want me there, I will.

I'll let you know. Later.

[After they've talked about so much more. For now he leads them into Arcadia and closes the door firmly behind him. Hopefully that'll discourage anyone from coming in and asking questions.]

[kiera can't help but chuckle at luca's attempt to keep others out. they might not actually be able to stop anyone, but the fact that he tries is... adorable, in a way.

rather than make fun of him for that, though, they quirk a brow in his direction.]

Back to work already?

Just making sure you were in your safe place.

[He winks, before reaching up to grab a bottle, then a small jar. He keeps his back to her as he mixes a sweet, bubbling rose with a pinch of edible glitter, then hands it over to her.]

Here. You're going to need it.

[He inhales, bracing his arms against the bar itself.]

An emissary followed me back to Renova. One that I... knew.

[their face lights up, assuming this is a thank-you, but... ah. it turns out to be a pacifier. oh, well. they're glad to have it anyway.

they very nearly choke on it at this revelation, though.]

An Emissary? [their mind gets away from them. they don't want to imagine why luca would "know" one.] Luca...

It... isn't so surprising. I caused plenty of trouble in Cataega, and it isn't as if my appearance is particularly subtle. It stood to reason that they would have wanted to know more.

[He winces before he continues, knowing that Kiera will likely try to wring his neck. Or at least check to see if his sanity was intact.]

He... is not as bad as you might think. He helped me, too.

[kiera isn't chiding him directly, at least not yet, but they don't entirely buy his story, either.]

I'm sure they would want to know more so that they could harm you. What did this Emissary do that was so helpful?

[Luca is quiet. There was much that River had done for him. To point any of it out, however, was liable to invite jealousy within Kiera. To make them feel as if they had failed.

He rolls a few words on his tongue, before offering...]

The Phoenix possessed me. Tried to drag me to Castilla. You chased me tirelessly and freed me from its grasp, but we were too weak to get back. You sent Polaris for help. He came to save us.

[That was the story he had been told.]

[all the tension in their body from earlier in the evening returns at the mention of their birthplace. the rest of the story only serves to frustrate and confuse kiera. trusting luca comes mostly naturally, at this point in their life, despite the phoenix being the butterfly's bitter enemy. the leviathan, however, has threatened to swallow all throughout history.

kiera is silent for a long time, swallowing damn near all of their glass in one go. when they finish and finally speak, they're not looking at him. it isn't that they don't believe and trust him, they don't understand their own choices.]

Why would I ever trust an Emissary when we were both vulnerable?

[Luca inhales, deep and heavy. His hands stich together, mind going elsewhere. It's a place with cold hands, sharp teeth, and eyes that never seem to catch the light. It's a place that he should, by all means, be afraid of.

And yet he'd already begun to carve out a home there with him. With the emissary.

Kiera wouldn't accept it, had already railed against it back home. He carefully hedges around it, hoping the second glass he pours her is enough of a distraction.]

Because - he and I are close. Because I trusted him. And because... you didn't really have a choice. You sent Polaris for help. She has a terrible sense of humor.

[well, the second glass at least gives her processing time. gives luca time to fucking run, too, if he so chooses. they take their time with this one, but still finish he whole thing right away.

then they turn their head up to look luca directly in the eye.]

"Close." You're telling me half-truths, Luc.

[He bows his head, cheeks beginning to outright burn. He opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again.

He can't make the words form. He tries something else instead.]

He's a dhampir, you know. I accused him of working with - with her. Nearly got my teeth kicked in for it. Damn near had another emissary on our doorstep as a result.

[Right. There's also that, too.]

There's... a lot you've missed, Ki.

[oh. kiera doesn't even realize she's stood up violently from her chair until it hits the ground and her hands are clutching the bar near tight enough to crack it.]

What the fuck do you mean he's a dhampir? How could he not be working for her?!

Other beasts — or maybe just the Leviathan itself — can override other Blessings. He was not the only one.

[He looks to their hands, then reaches out. He lays his own over theirs, warmer than ever. He knows it isn't enough assurance. Hell, he's certain this fact alone will terrify them when they learn as much. But he offers it all the same.]

The other emissary. Her name was Laurentia, once. Laurentia Aurelius. My ancestor.

[it's a good thing luca reaches out to ground her; kiera is obviously very upset by these revelations, but she also isn't the type to just... throw or break things, so they weren't sure what their body was going to do next.

and just as he suspects, ice runs up kiera's spine as they listen, and struggle to wrap their head around what another living aurelius serving the leviathan could possibly mean. what this person spurning the phoenix centuries ago, and surviving to this day, as a high-ranking cataegan officer, could mean.

for once, their lips are parted in utter silence and their eyes wide with shock.]

[He draws in a breath, regret surging through him. His gaze drops, almost helpless. One hand folds inward, an embrace for himself. The other remains on their hand, grounding as always. He won't leave her, won't turn away.]

I dreamed about her, a few months ago. Here, I mean. It was one of the Phoenix's memories. I saw her attack it. I think - [He swallows, throat bobbing.] She's the reason the Phoenix became so weak. Why the Aurelius family shrank so terribly. Even now, with all its power, it's nothing compared to what I have seen from other Blessed.

[if this laurentia attacking the phoenix is what made its blessing so scarce, its power so weak, and she's been serving cataega since, and luca has finished the job and finally killed the great beast...]

Luca... this makes you their tool at best. Their target at worst. Please tell me you don't actually trust them.

I don't trust her. Not one bit.

[He doesn't know, can't say for certain, but he has a terrible feeling about her. He won't vocalize as much to Kiera, though he wouldn't be surprised if she figured it out on her own.]

Him, though... [He tries to offer a smile. It wobbles at the edges.]

He has had plenty of opportunities to kill me. To do worse. And aside from when I was trying to prove a point, he never did.

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[ugh. things would be less fucking complicated if the continent was in all-out war. it's infuriating.

and it only gets worse, apparently! kiera is the one to break contact, pulling her hand away from him to ball both of hers into fists at her side.]

What do you mean, "when you were trying to prove a point?!"

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Ah -

[He takes a step back. The other arm wraps around him, now a solid embrace for himself. He feels no small amount of shame for his actions back then. After chewing on his lip for a long moment, he finally offers:]

With how strong the Leviathan was, I had hoped that perhaps it could set me free. I wanted to show him my curse, in the hopes that he could help me break it. So...

[He motions vaguely.]

[kiera recalls luca dying in their arms not so long ago, after he told them endlessly that he would revive in an instant. they also remember a conversation the two of them had -- possibly over a year ago, here. how deep in despair luca has been over the years...

... their muscles slacken once more, and they're hit with a tidal wave of regret, seeing luca once again draw into himself. between their guilt and the shock of everything, their hand trembles slightly as they lay it on the bar once more, palm up. he doesn't have to take it if he's no longer willing.]

... I'm sorry. This is all... a lot, but I'm being selfish. What do you need from me?

[And yet, he does. He reaches out, clinging like a lifeline. When he looks up at them, his eyes are wide and pleading. It's not a far cry from the boyish way he used to expose his emotions.]

I just need you. You don't even have to trust me. Just don't... go anywhere. [He takes a deep breath.] Because I haven't even told you the worst part.

[it's hard to tell, looking back, which one of the two was or is more desperate for a lifeline. kiera slipped up, and likely will again, but for now, they heed his request and clutch at his hand.]

What could possibly be worse?

Well...

[He cracks a humorless smile. To be honest, he looks scared more than anything.]

The Emissary and I are - [A shrug.] Not together. But we have been.

[kiera's jaw drops. they're silent, for a long moment. the possibility that they will explode in temper this time is very real. they seem precariously close to boiling over...

... when their face twists not into rage, but disgust.]

Luca! You fucked a fish?!

I never said that!!!

[But Luca's face blazes with heat. He releases Kiera's hand, opting to instead shrink down. Now in a crouch, he wraps his arms around his knees, then presses his forehead to them as well. It's only once he's in that position that he mumbles.]

But yes. Several times.

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[they have to resist gagging. it's actually very difficult. out of all of luca's ill-advised decisions over the past years... he's correct, this is by far the worst.

after taking some time to breathe deeply, kiera leans over the bar to glare at luca's pathetic form. their next word is hissed, but surely he'll find the humor underneath it all.]

Harlot.

[Well that snaps Luca out of he. He rises up from his position and immediately goes for a swing.

Sure, it's wide and loose and has no real force behind it. But still.]

Kiera!!!

[ohh, they see him coming a mile away (as he surely plans) so they simply throw up their arm to block and redirect him, then proceed to keel over in their own laughter.]

Oh, come, now! I deserve to say it to you at least once, all things considered!

One man! One! I guarantee you had more than you could count in that time frame! Never mind the women, or anyone else!

[Like Kiera, Luca can't help but laugh. It's a light, delighted sound. Probably the clearest they've heard him laugh in a long time.]

[his laughter is contagious, in itself. kiera's own laughter is typically much more reserved, but this... this is loud and unabashed.]

Many men and women, yes! But no fish!

[Luca huffs. And then when that isn't enough, he sticks his middle finger up.]

You're such a bitch, Kiera.

[Said with a smirk.]

[is he trying to kill her? she can't breathe!]

Very mature, Lord Aurelius!

I am mature! I am very mature!

[He says while sticking his tongue out.]

[kiera has yet again invited their gargfriend over for drinks and charcuterie! be there or be square, miss garged oyle. the spread today is more generous than ever before, a combination of wines, teas, breads, cheeses, fruits, meats, nuts, and honey. there's even a frozen cocktail mixed up, if zonari wants to try it. they'll make this garg a fine foods and drinks enjoyer if it's the death of them.

also, it's fucking hot and sandy lately, so their outfit is showing even more skin than usual. for no other reason than that, honest. ready and waiting, eager to usher zonari inside the door to let minimum "air conditioning" (read: constant wind and ice swirling about) out of the house.]

Come iiin, it's so miserable out there!

[Look. Zonari... "doesn't like people". Except when she talks to Suri about it, it's "they're my little pets", and she was a bit miffed when Timekeeper disappeared without bringing her her ~Cursed Book~ she sent the girl on a quest for. Some people are soooo ungrateful for her help.

Kiera, though, she does like. Enough to put weird little spells on, enough to actually let them into her memory despite the fact she was very well aware she could shut it off or change her mindscape at any time to hide things. Very strange developments to get her interested in someone... the food is just another way to get at the goal here. Sure, she'll eat, whatever.

Anyway, Zonari shows up in a suit jacket and harness and slacks, and that suit jacket is completely open in a way that says one wrong movement is going to flash a titty. By some miracle, it has not yet. So yeah, both of them down horrendous it seems.]

At least you can make the air cooler. ...and make some sort of frozen concoction, it seems.

[hello zonari~~'s titties~~. kiera doesn't even bother trying to hide their elevator eyes or their smile. in fact, they fold one arm across their chest, rest the other elbow on it, and tuck their hand under their chin to stare at her very fruitily.]

Sure, I can, but beasts, I certainly miss the snow doing all the work for me!

[with a sigh, they start moving again to pull out a chair for her. very genteel.]

Are you interested? It's made with sparkling white, I believe a Cataegan-style liquor, and fresh lemon sorbet -- the latter of which I handmade, by the way!

[Very genteel indeed... Zonari will sit down with her arms and legs crossed, which does absolutely everything to accentuate how big her chest is as she does. Girl your back pain.]

What is a "sorbet"? In either case, sure, I'll try it. Is it going to be bad if my natural heat winds up melting it?

[She, like her sibling, runs hot.]

[for being a lesbian zonari sure sits like a bisexual. kiera is into it, though, for obvious reasons.]

Frozen and churned fruit and sugar, put simply. [they do have to think about it for a moment...] I think you might miss out on the texture, but the flavor should remain intact.

[regardless of zonari's answer, kiera will make two glasses. they have no problem with taking both for themself if she isn't interested, but they offer one to her anyway.]

[Hmm. She will avoid touching the glass just in case, you know, that texture thing — she can respect the effort that went into this, okay — and grabs a spoon to take a bite.

There's an immediate face she makes like she somehow wasn't expecting it to be that cold. Baby's first brain freeze...]

Ow.

[She smacks her lips once, shakes it off, and tries it again. Yeah, it's still cold, but it seems she does like it if the way she keeps eating is anything to go by.]

[oh. wow, she is really going the extra mile to try it the way kiera intended. and she's cute about it... kiera's grin is big and very amused.]

I have to say, I'm surprised you can feel the cold. The way you speak about it, I would have imagined your heat would instantly evaporate it.

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