Nergüi /// No Name

“Ënd is… something most wouldn’t quite consider a child either.  But, once again, you’re right.  There’s no need to get lost in the hypotheticals.  What’s done is done.”

How is Ënd doing anyway?  Last they spoke, Fei had kicked xir daughter out over the phone.  The horror and confusion in her voice then… it hurt deeply.  But it had to be done.  Fei would be damned before they let that precious child walk the same path as them.  Laced fingers clench, trembling slightly.  The lies xe will have to weave if xe ever comes face to face with xir daughter again.  There just… there just isn’t room in what’s left of their relationship to salvage anything.  Pain pangs her chest.  It’s going to be impossible to tell Ënd the truth and have her believe it.  At least she was sent away before all this masquerading as Kai began.

Liquid spirit sloshes around as the bottle of Fireball is lifted.  Kai examines the label a moment before uncapping it and offering to fill Nergüi’s glass again.  “More of the same?  Or do you need something a bit different?”  Something with a bit of tartness might be good right about now.  She doesn’t exactly have the strength for mixing a drink though.

   He raises an eyebrow at the name drop. Their child he guesses. He could ask but, once again, he finds he just doesn’t care enough. Nergüi doesn’t usually care about much unless it is immediately important to him or his future. He doesn’t believe Kai will play an important role in his future plans. Sure, this elixir of theirs is interesting but he hasn’t yet figured out how it will help him.

   “Yeah, it’ll do,” He rumbles, accepting the pour for more liquid. When he sips in this time it goes down smooth. Burning a little but not enough to make him cough. He will be starting to sound huskier though. 

As if flinching, her hand withdraws almost immediately at his words; soft fist at the center of her chest.  “You…  What am I doing?  You’re the one wearing Hannibal’s ‘gifts’–if you can even call them that.  Back there I heard you mutter something about him doing something to them,” a nod to the bracers.  “–and not needing them–so why?  Why are you wearing them, Nergüi?”

The hand at xir chest falls loose to their side.  Pivoting, a more open stance is presented to him.  “I’m worried and frustrated that you don’t see what’s going on here.  I’m… scared… that your will might not be your own for much longer if you keep wearing those ‘gifts’ on your person.  I don’t want to break my word.”

Arms cross over bountiful, metallic bosom.  “If you needed more power you should have come to me.  That’s all.  I don’t expect you to reciprocate and share any of what you’re feeling or thinking, so I’ll just let you rest.  You deserve that after a fine battle.”

   “These are mine, Kai,” He snarls, raising the gauntlets and shaking them at her. “They belong to me! Always have. Always will. I don’t like things that are mine being taken from me and messed with, if that wasn’t fucking obvious. I made these. I know them better than he and I will make them right again.”

   He is very certain of that, he can feel it in his gut. His instincts are almost never wrong and this Heylin lord getting all bent out of shape of his choices won’t help anything. All their worry gets them is empty wine bottles. While Nergüi acts, works for his goal. He has never been one to just sit around and wait.