~ Arrikanez sometimes has his own agenda. But this time, what is stopping him from becoming involved is fear. He is afraid of failing. Of failing you, them, and himself. He may seem like a self-righteous flirt, or a passionate psycho, but there is one thing you must understand about him in order to understand his motives. ~
Tristanis paused here, and moved his hands up to slide across Mahj's throat, then down to the shoulders to massage there. As he worked the muscles in the other's shoulders and back, he also cleared up the worst of the drunken stupor. Allowing Mahj to think clearly.
~ For all his shape shifting, cocky attitude, and power... Arrikanez is still a child. He is younger than I. As a matter of fact, he is the youngest of all the gods here. You see, unlike Evelon's gods, Juridian gods are chosen from among mortals. When Arrikanez was chosen, he was probably around thirteen years of age. An unprecedented move for the previous Chaos god to make. But make it he did, and now poor Arri is stuck in this world of lies, deceit, and confusion. ~
His hands moved back down to the chest, and he nuzzled into the other's throat from behind, taking in his scent.
~ Put yourself in his shoes, Mahj. Thirteen years old, and you are dying. But as you are taking your last breaths, new life is forced into you, along with that life's memories, feelings, and questions unanswered. So what is a young boy to do to combat all that confusion and heartache? Lie. Cheat. Steal. Flirt - anything he can to get his mind off of his real problems. And a loneliness that he'll never be able to fill. ~
Tristanis looked up, and smiled as another walked into the picture - Dejar. Mahj's second son, the Demigod of Passion.
The youth was handsome. Jet black, soft, long hair. Beautiful crimson eyes, pale, pale skin. He was dressed all in black, and had his hair pulled into a ponytail. Why had he come here? Something had called him to. Like his god-of-a-father, he tended to follow his original instincts, his gut feelings. And this time, they had led him to the person he'd been searching for. And he knew who he was almost immediately, if only because of a picture he had in his mind of his second dad. Pausing, he took his hands from his pockets, and leaned against a wall of the hospital, watching the exchange, When it was clear that Death was finished speaking, he approached, wind lightly blowing his ponytail about as it whipped through the empty hallways.
"Father?"
