Once Fate Became Twisted | Man x Boy | Ⅱ

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Isoloses was more than ready to retreat to his room and wait on Naevys's call by the time that he finished sparring with Isandro, went to the overview of his analysis, and ate dinner. Sparring with Isandro turned out to be a lot more fun than he remembered it to be. He supposed the real only difference must've been just that he wanted to spar this time and he hadn't before or something. Using the sword Naevys had given him gave him a lot of excitement and pride. Naevys had chosen to give him the sword so it was special and that made Isoloses enjoy using it all the more. He had never had a sword as nice as the sword Naevys had given him, either.

The weight of it was perfect, the grip seemed to be impossible to falter when battling, almost as if it were connected to his skin. It sliced through the air with finesse and grace no matter how sloppy Isoloses became as things intensified. It was perfectly balanced, so each motion was fast and fluid, leading to a neck in neck battle. He kept worrying about chipping the glass, but it was unaffected by every clash of blades. It was exhilarating, to say the least, and it'd really taken the edge off of his boredom. 

Isoloses knew the time based on where the sun was in the sky, so when it got close to dinner he suggested they head inside. He had to head to his meeting with Myth and Isandro needed to get Jixane ready for dinner. They'd split up and Isoloses headed straight for Myth's office.

Once Isoloses got there, Mytherion gave him the good news. His blood was already about ten percent cleaner than the last test that Mytherion had run on him. It wasn't much, but Mytherion was convinced that the cleaner the blood became, the quicker the antidote would work. For every bit of toxin, it got rid of, the antidote properties multiplied to take its place of it--thus spreading it faster. It made him excited--it was working, he could be normal again, at least to some point. 

Mytherion had taken a sperm sample--it was awkward when he asked for it, even more awkward having to wank in the bathroom, and was about crippling when he'd had to hand over a small jar of his sperm. Mytherion hadn't even blinked at him, he'd taken it and begun analyzing it under a microscope. According to Mytherion, some of them were actually moving, which was a step up from the last time, when they'd all been... well, dead. Mytherion said as the toxins continue to be removed, his body's functions would turn back to normal, and it was already microscopically happening. Isoloses did feel a little bad, however, because Mytherion had fixed his problem but Myth was still unable to have children himself.

He couldn't help but be curious about what was wrong. Mytherion knew what was wrong with him, he knew it didn't work that way but... it seemed odd that he'd never even overheard someone mentioning it. Other than just 'can't have kids' that's all anyone really cared to inquire Isoloses supposed which was really shitty of them, but asking had always felt inappropriate so he'd never asked him. Still, Mytherion was the closest thing he had in Caelestes to an actual friend, and while that didn't really entitle him to hear about what was wrong, it seemed like given he also had a similar issue... perhaps he might have talked about it to him at some point. He was definitely thinking too much into it, but something about the situation made him uneasy. 

He had to push that thought away however because Kurrine came around the to Infirmary to let Isoloses know that dinner was going to be done in a few. Mytherion had sent him off to dinner, giving him a hug before he left, telling him to come to drop in for a check-up soon. Isoloses made no promises, but he knew Mytherion well enough to know that he was more worried about Isoloses's absence affecting Isandro than a need for another appointment.