Winded Candle [active]

[chimeralchemist]

Character(s): Hex and Nei'ess (possibly others, if any)
Content: After the delegates leave, a wanderer is left
Setting: Library
Warnings: Mindcrazy

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[mountain_tree]

Micas had been drifting gently back towards sleep, comforted by Nei'ess' living heat, when suddenly, with a mad scramble, that heat was gone. Shaking her head groggily as she rose the long distance to her feet, she followed on slower, longer strides, taking the stairs three at a time. If something was wrong, her help could well be needed.

There was someone in the basement. An adult heat source which took the shape of Hex in the chill of the basement, once distance distorted the signature less. When Nei'ess fell, she knelt to offer her hand to help him up, but her body was stiff with discomfort.

She was uncertain what to do around Hex. There where times when he seemed to try. When he actively helped. And times when he just. . . didn't. Gave in to apathy and tears and neglected even caring for himself, like he was trying to die.

He had hurt Nei'ess. Nei'ess needed something from him. What, exactly, she was not quite certain. So she waited, unobtrusively. If they did not need her, or asked her to leave, she would. But she was reluctant to leave Nei'ess alone with Hex when she could already smell the salt of tears, see the streaks of chill down the tall man's hot cheeks.