Plan [27] : [hungry, tired and alone] [action post]

[nowarstowin]

[It takes a lot of energy for Caesar to get out of bed -- he'd come home after the ... incident at the clinic, and gone straight to bed. He has no idea how long he's been sleeping, only that his throat is dry as Caleria and he feels like hell and he's still rather tired, overwhelmed by the events of the last few weeks finally catching up with him

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[kudaran314]

[It's been two long weeks. Aya has a big black hole in middle, remembering only pain and then nothing, until he woke up in the forest again, half blind and momentarily incoherent. It's a small blessing there was no-one around at that time, it could have lead into more bodies.

He's in the kitchen when Caesar comes in, making tea. Last night he said nothing when the strategist crawled back from his foolish expedition to see Itsuki. He fell asleep on the couch while trying to arrange his thoughts, now his neck his hurting like hell.

Not as much as Caesar seems to be hurting right now, though. Aya frowns as he observes Caesar inching towards the kitchen. The kettle is forgotten to the counter, unfilled, as he walks to the smaller redhead.] Hey, need a hand there? {he asks softly.]

[nowarstowin]

[Caesar stiffens at the sound of Aya's voice, startled by the older man's presence. Despite the gentle concern in that low tone, he can't help the wash of anger he feels in response, accompanied by the memory of that last swirl of helplessness and despair he'd felt just before those feelings had been brutally snuffed out, buried under a reflexive, icy calm. Somewhere in there is a sense of relief so intense it nearly staggers him.

For a moment, he doesn't trust himself to speak, leaning a bit more heavily against the wall for support as he takes deep, calming breaths as he studies the floor. He can't bring himself to face Aya, not yet, not with his mind in so much turmoil.]

I was wondering when you'd show yourself.

[Due to the dryness of his throat and his overall grogginess, it sounds a lot more rough and growly than he means it.]

[kudaran314]

[There's little hesitance in Aya's voice or movements when he reaches for Caesar, shifting close to him to wrap and arm around his middle.]Here, lean on me, [he says quietly.]

[He's silent for a brief moment, thinking perhaps. There's no emotional turmoil as far as he's concerned. He has missed Caesar, and that's all, really. He is a bit angry of the strategist's decision to go see Itsuki last night, but it's a matter for different times.]

I've been here, [he says softly, if a little stubbornly.] You've been busy.

[nowarstowin]

[Caesar's too tired to protest -- not that he particularly wants to. Aya is safe and familiar and Caesar is grateful for his presence, no matter how angry he is. He makes a small noise as he turns into that half embrace, burying his face against Aya's shirtfront, a very definite tremble in the arms that curl around Aya's waist. For the moment, despite the hurt and anger, he's simply relieved that Aya is alive and well again.]

I thought as much. [He's mumbling the words against Aya's chest, not being completely clear but he doesn't really care.] Sena came back with your sword; I cleaned it and put it away. Some time later, it was gone.

Why did you stay away so long?