axeofoath | 01; voice/action

[ Yeah! He can do it!! ...Actually, Riou should. ]

[ ...Maybe he should have given him the drink after talking. Tyr shakes his head. ] I don't know. There are actually... a lot of things here that shouldn't be possible.

[Ah, yes. Tyr retired from being main character!]

[He won't go picking it up again just yet in case Tyr surprises him with something else...] A-ah...Y-yes, I suppose so. [His being here is proof of that, isn't it?]

Before you came to get me, Luc said a magic spell teleported us here. Did the same thing happen to you?

[ That's right! ]

...Yeah, something like that. Riou and I weren't exactly teleported, but it was something magical.

[ He swishes his tea in its cup, thinking. ]

Luc would know best about that...But it seems magic can do some strange things.

[A little calmer again, he takes another sip of tea. Warm as it is, it doesn't seem to linger--he can feel the heat when he swallows it, yet that warmth doesn't stay or reach the rest of his body.]

Definitely. [ His voice has a bit of a bitter tone to it. ] ... This place has its own sort of magic, though. It...

[ This is harder to explain to someone you care about. Especially when Gremio is drinking. He'll just have to bite the bullet, though. ]

There are curses that can be dangerous, but... I'll help you through them.

[Thankfully he puts his cup down before that one, because he does get fretty again--not for himself, but for Tyr, of course.]

C-curses, Young Master? What sort of curses? Have you been all right?!

[ Tyr's timing has gotten good. But of course it'd be him he worries over. Which makes it awkward. ]

There are all types; they're not all bad. --Actually...

[ Tyr: Master of Distractions. He gets up and goes off to his room and retrieves the now-still snow globe of Gregminster. Back to sitting beside Gremio with a smile. Yes, he'll never suspect Tyr was cut up at the end of October! ]

I got this in a curse yesterday.

[And his distraction is very successful! Gremio's fascinated in the snowglobe--a bit wistful as well, perhaps.]

This is--the capital! With every detail, too...[His eyes linger on the McDohl household for a second before he looks back to Tyr.] But I would hardly call this a curse, Young Master!

Well, the day before that, people were gingerbread on the inside, and others were eating them... It wasn't painful though, apparently...

[ Tyr is just going to keep the snowglobe between them. At least Gremio didn't arrive yesterday, when Tyr thought he could see people they would recognise walking around. ]

People are usually changed in some way. Either their appearance or their personality changes in some way... Some of the curses are like this and just have to do with objects, but it's not as common.

[That reassurance doesn't do much for him, Tyr. Gremio's back to shocked and sputtering again.]

Th-they w-were--Y-Y-Young Master, th-that's--did anyone try to eat you?!

[The explanation's vague enough not to send him into a panic, at least...]

...We were on good terms, but... [ Uuuh. ]

I fought off the ones that tried. I wasn't that delicate at the time despite... the difference.

[That doesn't do much to calm him...Even though Tyr's in one piece in front of him, just the very idea of crowds chasing him, trying to break off his limbs and--!]

Y-Y-Young M-Master...I-I'm--I'm so relieved y-you weren't devoured! W-what if a pack of dogs had come after you? W-what would have happened?

[ S- sob;; ]

What? Gremio, I'm not defenseless... If they were out of control, I could incapacitate them with my staff or fire rune... It only lasted a day anyway, so...

[D-deep breath. And Gremio mentally repeats "Young Master can take of himself" a few times, sob.]

Y-yes, you're right, of course. But still, I...Since when did you acquire a fire rune, Young Master?

[ enough about near-cannibalism ]

It was... about four months ago... I was able to get it attached to my left hand during a curse.

[Yes, enough of that...]

...And the Soul Eater is still on your right hand.

[ And onto another uncomfortable subject, but... Gremio is the only one he wouldn't mind talking about this with. He clenches his right hand a bit. ]

That's right... I promised Ted, so... It'll always be here...

[It's uncomfortable for both of them, but Gremio doesn't know just how much it pains Tyr--because he wasn't there to see Ted's death. But he places his own hand, still cold, overtop of Tyr's.]

It's a difficult burden. But I know you're strong enough to carry it--Ted entrusted it to you because he knew that, as well.

Gremio... [ The coldness of his hand surprises Tyr; it's almost sobering. He places his other hand over Gremio's to try to warm it. ]

You're right... Ted was... [ Okay, it's not sobering enough. ]

... Back home... I haven't told you about what happened yet, have I?

[He allows himself a melancholy smile. He's not sure what became of Ted, but odds weren't in his favour.]

Back home, Young Master...? [He's reminded of Tyr's mention of time, of past and future. He had too much to sort through, but now-]

Yeah... After the war, after we won. [ In case Gremio didn't know that part yet. ...He leans his head on Gremio's shoulder, his voice going quiet. ] ... A lot happened during the war...

[ Tyr wishes he didn't have to have this conversation again. Especially when Gremio wasn't as warm as he remembered. ]

[With his free hand, Gremio holds Tyr in a partial hug. They won, as he was sure they would with Tyr leading them. He also knew what that meant. One way or another, Tyr had faced his father.]

...Young Master, you've been through so much...Yet I knew you would be able to see it through. I'm so proud of you.

[ Yeah, Tyr is just going to curl against Gremio now with that. It doesn't feel the same as he remembers, but he can't exactly place why. Maybe because he's not the Gremio he left back in Gregminster. ]

Thanks, Gremio... I always... [ Tyr is also a master of trailing off. Back home, there was a reason to talk about Ted and Dad - they would be home with them if they were alive - but it's not the same here. ]

... Let's talk about this later. [ He lifts his head and releases Gremio's hand. ] I should show you around here first... And you need to warm up.

[Gremio understands how difficult a subject it is, so he'll leave it alone if Tyr wishes. They'll have plenty of time to talk about it, if he wants to. He squeezes Tyr's shoulder just a moment longer before letting go, nodding.]

Of course, Young Master. Once we're done, I'll begin preparing some stew--I'm sure that will warm us up.

[ Tyr nods with a bit of a smile. He has Gremio with him now; that's what matters. ]

Yeah. The winters here are a bit harder than they are back home, huh? [ Obviously that's why Grmeio is so cold. ]

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