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“What heals the spirit? Assuredly it is the Light of God. From the Light comes fullness. From the Light comes mending. From the Light, perfection.” -120th Bayt Shaear of The Song of God (Kalimat Allah) 7th Day of Aurellae, the Genarium. Ringing. Ringing and dust encompassed the world as far...

The gesture and kind words brought a warmth to the young man's heart that almost sated the coldness in the core of his being. He forced himself to smile wider than soft upturn of the corner of his lips, looking over at the other youth who was attempting to comfort him. For a moment, to Seri's...

"Ah, yeah, that's true, guess it's just, easier for people... like me to not be that acquainted with the dangers of the city, though I did almost run a witch over once, young girl with a red bow," he replied with a sheepish chuckle, feeling slightly embarrassed about his worry. Casting a quick...

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Ante assured Seri, chuckling softly. Slowly he drew his thumb across the reddened cheeks, tracing a line to Seri's temple. His finger tips lingered there for a moment before he let his hand fall away. The warmth he'd stolen faded a brief moment later, and he tucked...

Ante longed for the warmth radiating into his body through their intertwined hands. The longer he held on the stronger that gnawing feeling in the back of his soul started to become, but he kept it at bay. Seri's scared look was seared into his mind, and the last thing he wanted to do was drive...

Ante's gaze faltered for a second at Seri ramble off a guess as to where the 'curse' came from, and his mind visited the dreamscape that he'd awoken from no more than an hour or so ago. "Al Hajj al Mubarak Allah al Mukhtar," he whispered under his breath as if compelled to correct some great...

His posture stiffened a bit at Seri's advance, tightening his arms around his abdomen for a moment even as the other boy reached out to take his hand. He looked it over for a moment, resenting the request after being pushed away, but acquiesced. His hand was, much like the rest of him, slender...

Ante felt the sharpness of Seri's words sink into his chest and he shrunk backwards, arms curled around his midriff. His eyes, their dullness turning glassy, looked up at the young man with a hurt expression hidden behind a look of confusion and uncertainty. Even if he understood the situation...

As their lips pressed together the oppressive cold that'd seeped through every fiber of Antoine's body started to recede. He could actually feel the heat radiating off Seri's body, flowing from the boy's lips into his own, and taste the brandy on both their lips for the first time that night. He...

Retreating back into the small flat should have relieved Antoine of the goosebumps covering his arms, but all Antoine could feel was cold. Just as the fiery drink failed to satiate he couldn't feel the change in temperature as he backpedaled into. He did his best not to show it, and kept his...

"Oh I can think of a few reasons not cat related for you to come stop by," he replied with a chuckle. The brown, almost amber eyes looked up at Seri as he pulled backwards, with a come hither look that skirted the flirtatious line of teasing-but-not-serious and genuine desire. Of course it was...

Seri's words were poignant, continuing his now somber mood as he let his nearly empty glass hang upside down over the railing, dripping what small portion of amber liquid was left. He let out a sigh before turning to give his werecat companion a soft smirk. As much wallowing in terror and...

"Oh you've seen nothing yet," Ante remarked at Seri's accusation, idly playing with the young man's forearm. He gazed up and to the side at Seri with a much larger smirk than before after seeing how red Seri had become. Under the shadow of death and destruction their playfulness was a gentle...

Antoine listened intently, leaning slightly towards his friend to push away the sounds of the city in distant chaos. He couldn't even imagine what it would have been like to grow up without any family, let alone any sort of real friends. As much as he wanted to say being raised by a single mom...

"There's always something worth talking about," he chuckled, dipping a couple of finger tips into his drink and with a flick sprinkling the werecat. "Pretty sure you're not a hermit, so even if you don't have a family you've got to have friends, or people like family, a significant other or...

Antoine took his seat catty corner from Seri, sitting against the slanted roof instead of leaning on the railing of the small balcony. Easier to sip his glass with his arms free. Again unlike Seri his attention seemed aimed downwards at his knees and the half empty glass perched on top of one of...

Antoine let out a shallow chuckle and loosened his hold on the other boy as he realized how out of place the werecat felt in his hug. With hands still at Seri's shoulders he gave him a somber grin and a nod. The mood was still dourer, thoughts of Ante's family still gnawing in the back of his...

Ante let out a sigh and a tired expression to match the other's frown as he realized how much of an ass he sounded like right then. Slouching against the counter top, he fidgeted with his bangs for a second, brushing them away from his eyes. His gaze lingered on the floor again and his bare...

"On a positive note, now you won't have to slink around in those rags you call clothes," he teased. Propping himself against the counter Ante got a good look at the young man in clothes a bit more fashionable, or at least presentable. Their frames were similar, save for the couriers lower half...

The bottle had only been opened once before, with the cork screw left in, leaving Ante to simply tug on the bottle to open it. With the cork removed the sweet aroma wafted upwards before being dispersed through the rest of the kitchenette as he poured his glass. He took a sip, and then another...