Imprisoned in the Orinovan priori labs, Ainreth undergoes torturous treatments daily in an attempt to crack the code to lightweaver creation. Things seem hopeless, until unlikely allies join his side to help him.
Meanwhile back home in Lys-Akkaria...
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Aside from a few strange, confusing conversations he'd had with people, and the overall situation, Fennrin felt very nice.
It wasn't good that Daryan was on house arrest and had his power limited. In fact, it was incredibly unfair. Daryan hadn't done anything to warrant such a punishment. But at least Fennrin got to spend time with him.
He was currently kneeling on the floor at Daryan's feet, as he'd been told to, and Daryan was stroking his newly short hair. He'd said he would like Fennrin better without the ponytail, so he'd cut it off.
Fennrin couldn't help but agree. Daryan was always right. Whatever pleased him pleased Fennrin.
Though when Fennrin looked up at him, he noticed Daryan was smiling. He'd been in a bit of a foul mood with everything that had happened. So this was odd.
"Did something happen?" Fennrin asked, smiling up at Daryan too.
He couldn't help but smile whenever he looked at his lover. It always felt as if there was nothing wrong with the world when he did that. All that mattered was Daryan.
Sometimes Fennrin did get a strange feeling, though. A sudden sense of wrongness he couldn't place. But he'd ignored it for now. It was never a problem large enough to bother with.
"No, but it will soon," said Daryan, continuing to card his fingers through Fennrin's hair. "With your help."
Fennrin straightened up. "Yes?"
"You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" Daryan asked, smiling down at him. His voice was like honey. It made it a bit hard to concentrate sometimes, but Fennrin did his best.
"Of course, my love," Fennrin replied, leaning against Daryan's leg.
"Mm. I have a mission for you. You are the only one who can do this," said Daryan, getting up to go over to his ingredient cabinet. He'd been going over there often lately.
"I'm at your disposal," said Fennrin, staying on the floor, waiting for what Daryan was going to tell him.
"Drink your tea first," said Daryan as he rifled through his cabinet.
Fennrin blinked. He'd completely forgotten about that. Daryan stroking his hair had been too distracting.
Getting up, he took the cup off the table and drank it down since the tea was no longer hot. Daryan had been giving it to him every day. It was meant to help him relax, and it worked very well.
He wasn't sure if being relaxed would be detrimental to whatever task Daryan needed him to do, but he didn't even think of questioning him. Daryan knew better than him, better than anyone.
"Good," Daryan said, making Fennrin smile. He loved doing things Daryan approved of. "Now, as for what I need you to do."
He turned around with a vial of some green liquid, bringing it to Fennrin. The vial had a bit of a beak-like end that was no doubt meant to portion out drops. Fennrin studied it closely, though he had no intention of questioning what it was. Daryan had said that Fennrin didn't need to think, and he agreed.
