RP:Not the Best Spot for a Reunion
Bridge Across the Void
Satoshi hasn't slept, too many questions on her mind, too many anxieties over Kasyr, and too many dangers lurking in the surrounding caverns. For the most part, the former has been nudged to the back of her mind to be dealt with later, and the lattermost was handled with one savage snarl for the single Giant Spider daring enough to creep close--between magus and revenant, there's a more than potent aura of 'do not try to eat' present that wards off predators. No, it's the midpoint that has caused Satoshi to forego sleep. Her entire focus is upon the kensai pillowed against her lap, hands unable to keep still and thus set to perpetually stroking through the tangles of his sandalwood hair. With the ceaseless contact and frequent close, scrutinizing looks Satoshi gives Kasyr, one would think she's not entirely certain he's actually present. Despite her wedding band telling her that yes, the kensai is indeed here, Satoshi can't quite feel sure all is well, and so she resorts to fretting, waiting, and humming soothing melodies, as much to herself as to the revenant.
Kasyr , since the 'resolution' of what had been ailing him for the last two weeks, has been slumbering- afflicted only by an occasional restlessness coaxed on by his bodies continued attempts to repair the alterations that had been made to it. Unlike Satoshi, the source of his anxieties has finally come to an end- which is more than enough to precipitate an odd look from the Kensai when he finally does open his eyes and take note of the concerned manner in which she looks down at him. His first attempt at speech comes out a bit awkwardly, a few hoarse indecipherable noises coming out, before he clears his throat and tries again, "...Hey."
Satoshi's concern is smothered beneath a wave of relief and affection at that simple greeting. Of all the things to say, he goes and says something that's purely 'Kasyr'. It's enough to brighten the magus' expression considerably and coax her into leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Hey yourself," she murmurs in a voice only a few shades less ragged than the kensai's. A grimace and a cough follow before she continues, "I'd ask 'how are you' but something tells me that's a loaded question presently. So I'll just tell you this instead: 'm glad you're home. I knew you would be, you promised, but that doesn't make me any less glad." With a laugh that's one part giddy and two parts distressed, the kit closes her eyes and sets her forehead against Kasyr's, the contact all that matters in the world to her in this moment.
Kasyr , for all his lingering tiredness, can't help but grin up at his wife, "'Course." Awkwardly, he'd pause to clear his throat again- his grin becoming a look of a far more flustered nature. "Who do tu think I am?" Gingerly, the revenant begins to move- drawing his arms inwards if only so that he could begin to prop himself up on his elbows, "Promise aside- I missed tu, anyways."
Satoshi takes Kasyr's flustered question at more than face value, growing deathly still and thoughtful even as he begins to sit up. She might not know precisely what had transpired the past few days for the kensai, but she'd gleaned enough sparks from the shared link of their rings to hazard some guesses. While he's far more adept at carrying multiple essences within himself, Satoshi's not unfamiliar with it, and with what it feels like when one or more try to vie for control. And so the question is treated with all due seriousness. "I think... you're Kasyr." As the revenant props himself up, Satoshi leans forward to bury her face in the folds of fabric between his shoulder-blades. Despite the muffling quality of said fabric, her voice is still clear, "I think you're -my- Kasyr. And that, while some things might change for good or ill, that won't change. There's not an entity in all the worlds that has the power to change that."
Kasyr 's moving to tilt his head back towards Satoshi when he finds her nuzzling against his shoulders, something that coaxes him into simply leaning back against- his arms gradually drawing back to loop about her waist, "I'm grateful, cherie." For every iota of soreness inherant in his voice- it can't detract from the affection held in his voice, "For knowing et having you, above all else." And then he simply tilts his head over and plants a kiss to her cheek, content to quietly rest as he is.
Satoshi has never been one for retaining a somber mood for long, and so she all too readily leaps on Kasyr's remark for the opening it provides. It's with a playful scoff and flip of her hair that the magus straightens, face set with a pretentious smirk. "Well, you should be grateful! Not everyone has the unspeakably incredible pleasure of being married to -moi-. I'm positively legendary, and I chose you to share it with, after all~." Nothing in Satoshi's tone can be called serious, although she does a stellar job at keeping her expression straight as she 'graces' the revenant with a swift kiss. Immediately following this, the kit has enough tact to softly add for Kasyr's ears alone, "I'm grateful too, y'know."
Kasyr gently nudges his head to Satoshi's following the kiss, before inclining his head off towards one of the ravines walls, "Would tu be against a change in scenery?" The revenant can't help but offer a tired grin and add, "It's occured to moi, that this wasn't the best spot for a reunion, mon amour." Despite saying this, the Revenant seems quite comfortable where he is, sinking back against his wife mere moments after he's made his comment.
Satoshi rolls her eyes in response but otherwise doesn't resist being leaned against. "This, from a vampire who has picnicked with me on the remains of a dragon? How about you rest a bit longer, maybe tell me a bit of the story you've been dragged through, and then we'll find a more pleasant place, hm?"
Kasyr can't help but look a little bit smug when Satoshi brings up that particular picnic, "That was a good day." The expression is short-lived however, a rather dire look swiftly overtaking his features when he contemplates the secondary portion of her comment, "Divine muckery. Had to deal with Ahkall, again." Clearly, the Revenant doesn't sound too thrilled to be addressing the matter.
Satoshi murmurs a simple, "Ah." The remark is devoid of any emotion, completely at odds with the lines of tension now riddling the magus' frame, a potent enough displeasure that leads to her tail thrashing viciously over the cavern floor. Ahkall. Satoshi can't begin to imagine the burden of carrying that wyrm's essence. Bozrah was torment enough for her, and the relief at having his claws torn from her core is unspeakable. But the wyrm is another story entirely, and one she doesn't want to dwell on any more than Kasyr does. She can't bring herself to ask if the kensai is all right, however, for fear the answer will be 'no', or 'for now'. Instead, Satoshi busies herself with fussing over the state of the revenant's clothes and hair, tutting as she brushes away dust and debris, smooths wrinkles, and plucks at tangles--anything to keep her mind from straying elsewhere, so that she practically oozes an aura of purposeful distractedness.