A Note in the Dark

The majority of the courier’s form was entrapped in the arms of Thaladrius. The two of them had laid out a drape that Kiah carried with him and splayed themselves across one another across the drape, laying comfortably nestled into each other’s familiar warmth. They’d settled in Crystalsong this night, and would make it to Storm Peaks and likely finish the remainder of the courier’s deliveries as well.
An ordinary night for most, likely — but the day to follow wasn’t so. In fact, it was more significant than anything Kiah had experienced in a long, long time.
It was likely only a few hours past midnight when the courier stirred very gently — moments before he’d fallen into slumber, the courier hard-pressed his own mind with the intention of waking up early, earlier than Thaladrius. Much like trying to force himself to remember something important for the morning to come, the courier had managed to successfully wake himself before Thaladrius. His eyelids were heavy, and his limbs sore from their slumber — he’d soon fall back asleep.
But not yet. There was work yet to be done.
One advantage of roguehood, as the courier so rarely embraced, was this: in the arms of the man, the darkened form of Kiah slowly faded, and with it, the Captain’s arms slowly lowered until Kiah wasn’t at all visible anymore. Kiah carefully guided Thaladrius’s arms to lay comfortably against the drape beneath them, before moving with a near-silent gait to his bag. It was entirely too dark for anyone to notice the wide grin he wore.
Delicately, the courier dove his hand into his messenger bag and withdrew a length of paper, along with a chunk of lead. He struck a match — the head stripped louder than he’d expected before setting alight, and he cautiously glanced over his shoulder towards the sleeping Captain. He didn’t stir, and Kiah thanked his own luck for it.
Pinning the paper beneath his knee, Kiah held the match near it to illuminate the blank surface, scrawling out in surprisingly-uniform handwriting:
"August 17th: I am alone, as I have been for longer than I can remember. I fear that this loneliness and unsatisfaction is permanent."
Beneath it, the courier added a short statement.
"But I’ve found something."
Kiah’s grin faded into that of a weakened smile. He was aching, and it certainly wasn’t the running -or- the possibility of intimate interactions between the two recently. He paused in thought, before beginning a new paragraph:
"October 17th: Two months have passed. I’ve found more than I could ever pray for. I no longer fear loneliness and unsatisfaction — I only fear the prospect of ever losing him."
In silent satisfaction, the courier pondered upon his next statement, before adding below it in a fashion similar to before:
"I can’t bear a single moment without him."
The rogue swallowed. The ache had intensified. Again, he glanced over his shoulder. Of the many affections he could show the man, he wanted to give all of them to him in this very moment. But he wouldn’t — he’d first see Thaladrius’s reaction.
The courier extinguished the match, and padded around in the dark in search of the man’s longbow. Upon finding it, the courier attached the sliver of paper to a length of twine he’d brought with him, before tying the paper to the end of Thaladrius’s bow. He shook his head in silent disbelief, before returning to the comfort of the man’s arms, hopefully entirely undetected.

Scattered Thoughts - Ghostlands

Kiah rested atop the steep grade that formed the cliff that surrounded the cabin he was finding himself very familiar with. Idly, he cracked each knuckle individually, a mindless gesture directed at no one — since no one was present, from what he was aware. He was dressed lightly, as he had been for the most of his days as of late; comfortable, his movements had been rigid for the past month or two.

As always, he lacked a journal of any kind, and found that his own thoughts wandered more effortlessly and more enjoyably than any set of pages and a quill could convey:

I don’t remember the last time I settled upon my own thoughts and found myself actually appreciating the position I was in. The months preceding my entry into the Rangers weren’t exactly pleasant, and that much is a painful understatement.

The courier twisted at the midsection just slightly to glance behind him — he winced. Everything was sore, he felt, and it was a familiar pain, given his occupation. For a span of what seemed like minutes, Kiah elected to just stare at the sturdy cabin that laid atop the rise in the terrain that Kiah sat atop of. It was a modest structure, inviting and welcoming. The courier reached up to brush his own fingers through his masses of hair in idle thought.

I’ve a home. A legitimate home, within it a bed and the necessities; not a crumbling, abandoned tower with a drape for a bed’s accommodations. Not only that, but I’ve someone to share it with. A god, so I’ve found, but besides that, none of it is worth anything without someone to share it with.

Kiah returned to stare ahead. The coastline of the Ghostlands, which he gazed at in the distance, was an undeniably refreshing sight, no matter how grim the entire region might feel. The heel of his boot scraped against the stone face of the cliff, creating a satisfying sound that greatly resembled the sound of Kiah’s own boots grinding to a halt against a weathered path while out on a delivery. A barrage of stones and pebbles began to tumble down the near-vertical face of the cliff, disappearing into the sands of the landing below.

"As the sun settles into the West,
So will you into these arms that await your safe return,
For at my side, never will my Raven be without a place to call Home.”

The verse crossed his mind for the millionth time this day, and Kiah found himself grinning unabashedly at the coastline ahead of him. He dragged a palm down the length of his own face, hiding the flush of red that had overtaken his features from the no one that was currently present. Lowering his palm, Kiah shook his head in spite of himself.

The courier rose and turned to the cabin, bound to head inside to find the author of that very verse.

word-stuck:

Cingulomania, possibly coined by J.E. Schmidt for the Lecher’s Lexicon (1967); from Latin cingō (“surround, encompass; gird”) + Greek manía (“madness”).

word-stuck:

Cingulomania, possibly coined by J.E. Schmidt for the Lecher’s Lexicon (1967); from Latin cingō (“surround, encompass; gird”) + Greek manía (“madness”).

Inside the Actor’s Studio Edition — Alekiah Valeron

1. What is your favorite word?

Reciprocity.”

2. What is your least favorite word?

End.”

3. What turns you on?

"Guardianship."

4. What turns you off?

“Excessive confidence.”

5. What sound do you love?

“Thunderstorms, easily.”

6. What sound do you hate?

“Ripping paper.”

7. What is your favorite curse word?

“They’re all wonderful, if used correctly.”

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

“Arcane enchanting has always been an underlying interest of mine.”

9. What profession would you not like to do?

“Professional escort. I’ve not a clue how they suppress their jealousy.”

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

“It wasn’t all for naught.”

Bonus Questions

1. Something most people don’t know about?

“I get very, very anxious around large crowds.”

2. If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?

“Likely envy, but I’ve everything I want, now.”

3.What are some notable merits and flaws?

“I’m fast, if that counts for anything – but equally as stubborn, which, in a way, could go either direction.”

4. Sexual Preference?

“A particular Dawnreaver.”

5. What position do they sleep in?

“On my stomach.”

6. Favorite sexual position?

“Next.”

7. If they could change one thing about their lives, what would it be?

“I’d have my parents back, if such a thing were possible.”

8. Do they see themselves as good, or evil?

“Isn’t it relative?”

9. Is there anyone, or anything they would die for?

“My brother, and Thaladrius no doubt.”

10. Do they find themselves attractive or not?

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

11. What is their favorite past time?

“Running, of course. I can’t imagine why anyone would do anything else.”

(( Also, thaladrius, do this! ))