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Allen Robin and Martin Rene and their various incarnations

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With little regard to being seen, Robin swam hard, tail lashing behind emself as eir arms were full of treasures. There had been a storm a few weeks ago, bad enough to capsize some of the human water tubs and they had lost so many interesting things to the deep. Ey and Martin had been slowly tracking down were all the goodies had been lost and hauling them home. Robin wasn’t entirely sure what ey’d found, but Martin would know, he was a genius about human things.

As ey bee-lined back towards their home on the rocky ‘abandoned’ island in the ruined lighthouse, little bobbles and curios spilled from Robin’s over ladened arms, though ey hardly seemed to notice. Nor did ey notice the silent watcher.

As the strange sea creature swims by without noticing him, Seth blinks after their trail of motion-bubbles. He recognized some of what they were carrying from what he had hoarded away before, or at least where it was from.

As soon as it felt safe he pulls himself free from the small cave in order to follow. At a distance of course, just to give himself room to dart away back toward the safety of said cave if he needed to, but the existence of someone completely unfamiliar, a face that wasn’t from his village, was far too great of a lure to pass up.

As the water gets more shallow, Seth hesitates; this was further than he had ever gone before. But they had gone this way, it had to be safe right? With that justification he pushes through the caution and puts on a burst of speed to compensate for it.

He hadn’t realized there were others nearby with how insular the village was. This was interesting enough that Seth had to find out who they were.

The little island that was their home was surrounded by large rocks that made it difficult for human in their large tubs to get close though the pair occasionally had people try and enter the island with the little tubs that could fit just a few of the human inside but that was rare and Martin was good at being spooky until they left. Really it was rather funny most of the time. Today however was unique in that it was their very first visitor who was like them but not related.

Having seen the other boy swim up, Martin pulled Robin to the side and pushed him behind a rock as ey began drying out, then waiting for the other boy to emerge from the water, Martin leapt up onto the boulder, a rusty harpoon in hand. Standing proudly, head raised, the older teen was dressed in a ripped jeans and a long shirt that hung mid thigh,belted at the waist. His bare feet were rough with running across dirt and rocks, and he’d pilfered a tattered baseball cap off a boat some months ago which he wore at a jaunty angle with a gull feather shoved into it. Accentuating his grand outfit were the various human knickknacks they'd found, little metallic things they’d turned into necklaces and bracelets, he’d even pierced his ears with fishhooks (with Robin’s help) because it was ‘badass’.

Pointing the harpoon at the intruder he shouted, “Halt vile monster! This island belongs to the bloodthirsty pirate, Captain Fish Eater!”

Seth had been in the middle of explaining what he thought one of the human things the pair were looking at did when Robin speaks up, derailing his mistaken assumption mid-word.

Pleased surprise at that statement as well as pride would normally have been accompanied by the faint rattle of scales, but in the dry both looked as human as the land creatures passing by where the pair sat. The wide grin on his face doesn't feel nearly expressive enough, but it's all Seth can manage right now.

'I like being here with you too.' Getting to explore up here, even if he knew his parents would be apocalyptically upset if they found out. But that was a worry Seth ignored; they hadn't found his little stash of land objects after all. It would be fine.

Besides, he had made friends up here he never would have otherwise, even if some of the things one of them did were confusing. That was to be expected, with Freya being landlocked.

Swinging his legs, Seth chances leaning against Robin's side. That would be okay, wouldn't it?

Robin leaned into the touch, a lackadaisical grin on eir face as ey stared at all the strange human things around them. It had been such a peaceful few days, even with all the craziness of human things and being on land for so long. Robin couldn’t even remember talking to so many people before in eir life... it was a little overwhelming... but Seth? Being here with Seth was so easy.

'Bored' was the word on loop in Seth's mind since he had woken up that morning. Another day, another of the same routine - swim out of home out to the kelp beds in order to harvest both the vegetable and the sea urchins that fed on it for dinner (the same meal as always), then back with his harvest in order to help prepare it.

Strip the kelp of it's bulbs, set those aside, shred the rest… it was all so rote.

He appreciated the effort his parents and the others put in to keep everyone safe, but as soon as his morning tasks were done the teenager always disappeared with a quick 'back later!'.

He never shared where he was going further than the assurance he was safe, but Seth always went off alone whenever he could. He knew not to go near human settlements, but he still wondered what they were like despite the adult's warnings.

There was a small cave that he almost couldn't fit through the entrance of - it was where he kept his treasures. Small things that dropped from the human ships on accident, or so he assumed.

Abandoning these things on purpose was a mindboggling concept that Seth couldn't wrap his head around.

Pausing in his swim, he looks around and feels the current. It felt like he wasn't on his own out here, but his village was the only close settlement in the area, and he was sure he hadn't been followed.

Squeezing through the opening of his cave-trove to see if he could catch anyone having managed to tail him, he peers out into the open water and waits.

Anxious in case it was one of his aunts or uncles, he fidgets silently, tail held tight in both hands to keep it from hitting the rock and making noise. On top of that utility, it was soothing to have something for his hands to do anyway.

With little regard to being seen, Robin swam hard, tail lashing behind emself as eir arms were full of treasures. There had been a storm a few weeks ago, bad enough to capsize some of the human water tubs and they had lost so many interesting things to the deep. Ey and Martin had been slowly tracking down were all the goodies had been lost and hauling them home. Robin wasn’t entirely sure what ey’d found, but Martin would know, he was a genius about human things.

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Alixeth paused, mid step, his thoughts racing, he longed for home, his parents scoop back on the homeworld where he could’ve spent the night sulking in the woods and speaking to his Garibah and calm his racing mind, the therant trees were one of the many things he missed deeply here on Earth. When he’d been upset as a child he could’ve curled up at the base of the large tree, letting its calm, slow thoughts ground him… but in these woods filled with predators and potential yeerk patrols…

<Oh course, I live here.>

With that he sprung out of the small clearing of his and Seth’s Scoop, the area masked and camouflaged to avoid aerial observation. As much as they’d been safe here so far, Alixeth knew deep down it was always a matter of time before the yeeks managed to get a patrol into this neck of the woods. As he fled into the forest, he felt that ever present fear add onto the gloom and apathy already threatening to drown him.

His last whispered thought said more to the trees that could never speak back than to his human friend, <Where else could I even go?>

Of course. Something in that felt off. But Seth clung to the reassurance mixed into the answer more firmly than the hint of something else he should pay more attention to than he was.

Distracted as he was, it takes him a minute to actually move. Turning back to the door of his cabin, Seth scrubs a hand over his eyes, glad Alix wasn’t here to hear the residual sniffling he couldn’t hide. This wasn’t at all how he wanted this to go, the hope that maybe mostly gone.

He still stubbornly clings to Alix’s admission despite that, the frustration and emotional ache easier to ignore even as the possibility made both stronger.

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<I wouldn’t want you to not be human. It’s who you are.> Watching Seth with his stalk eyes, Alixeth couldn’t bare to actually face him. His hearts ached. <Isn’t this enough?>

He wasn’t sure what Seth actually wanted, could want… how could they even be compatible… he’d already told Seth how different their species courting was. Seth could never meet his parents, never get approval… the very idea was laughable even without being stranded here. It just hurt, it all hurt. I might’ve been easier if Seth was an andalite… the image briefly flashing through Alixeth’s mind, tail fighting together, running through the forest under a golden sky, touching under the starlight… oh. Oh. That was worse. So much worse. There was something wrong with him, Seth didn’t seem to understand. This wasn’t normal for an andalite. He wasn’t supposed to want this.

Trembling all over, Alexith made to leave despite them being in his own scoop. He couldn’t stand still. Couldn’t face this. He was going to explode.

<I should do my evening ritual,> he lied, badly. It wasn’t even close to sunset.

Seth is still, hearing that. Enough? He didn’t know if it was. It would have to be. He didn’t want it to just be this. Whatever this was. Speaking with the circles his mind is running in doesn’t come easily.

By the time he recovers, Alix is already starting to leave. Running away, it felt like. But he understood that urge, Seth wanted to do the same thing. Hide from the situation he had caused, that even just being friends was on shaky ground because he couldn’t keep his thoughts, feelings, to himself. Feelings that he knew were going to be considered unusual. Unwanted, by most people.

’… Okay. You’ll be back later right?’ The words are small, held close to his body in his own form of a whisper. Reflexively as if speaking to someone who used his own language Seth’s eyes are closed against the answer.

Alixeth paused, mid step, his thoughts racing, he longed for home, his parents scoop back on the homeworld where he could’ve spent the night sulking in the woods and speaking to his Garibah and calm his racing mind, the therant trees were one of the many things he missed deeply here on Earth. When he’d been upset as a child he could’ve curled up at the base of the large tree, letting its calm, slow thoughts ground him... but in these woods filled with predators and potential yeerk patrols...

<Oh course, I live here.>

With that he sprung out of the small clearing of his and Seth’s Scoop, the area masked and camouflaged to avoid aerial observation. As much as they’d been safe here so far, Alixeth knew deep down it was always a matter of time before the yeeks managed to get a patrol into this neck of the woods. As he fled into the forest, he felt that ever present fear add onto the gloom and apathy already threatening to drown him.

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Moving with slow deliberate actions Robin reached out and grabbed both of Seth’s hands in eir own. Looking eir boy in the eye, Robin drew Seth’s hand to eir ass, pressing their joined hands over the hand prints, then drew back as best they could at the awkward angle, and slapped both sets of hands to eir ass, pressing into Seth as ey did.

“Oops,” Robin smirked, “Guess I’m still uneven.”

Not breaking eye contact at first, Seth deliberately gives eir ass a light squeeze once their hands are both on it. Despite not being able to speak, there’s still a look of open mischief mingling with the interest ey had stirred up.

This close there’s no way ey weren’t able to feel the way his heart-rate had sped up, in Seth’s opinion at least. The table edge digging into his back goes ignored out of a complete lack of desire to move just yet.

Releasing Seth’s hands, Robin dragged eir hands up Seth’s arms slowly, fingers lingering as ey drew lines up to his shoulders before looping eir arms around Seth’s neck, drawing emself close.

“Who’s captured who now?” Robin purred in Seth’s ear, rolling eir hips with want.

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Making a guttural noise that was half groan and half moan, Robin pressed eir face into Seth’s shoulder again, “You’re too good.”

It was all too much sometimes. Ey felt too precious here, unsure what to even do with such a feeling. Drawing emself back together, ey sat back, taking a deep breath, eyes closed, and slapped both of eir cheeks with a resounding sound. Having reasserted emself in the present, Robin stated, almost annoyed, “And this is why I said I’m fine. Its just shit. I know it is,” ey picked up eir forgotten beer, “It’ll pass. Now, fucking anything else, okay?”

‘You sure about that?’ Seth tries teasing to lighten the mood, nudging eir shoulder gently with his own. 'You never know, I might have a secret vice or two.’

Dropping the subject was a good idea, though, Robin clearly not interested in continuing that line of conversation. After the few year gap, he was still cautious about pushing em too far, not wanting to make em feel ey had to run again.

So instead Seth has his controller in one hand, cursor hovering over the start game button.

"A secret vice huh? Gonna let me in on your deep dark kinks then?" Robin teased, pivoting to topics ey found much easier to deal with.

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So focused on keeping up the orchestration of ever changing illusion, Allen nearly missed Seth standing up until Robin started panickedly pointing. With a shout that was swallowed up by the silence aura, Allen rushed forward to insert himself in Seth’s way. Only a the last second did he remember that it would be just as devastating for him to appear out of nowhere. Looking at Robin in shared distress, Allen made it appear as if one of the illusory servants pushed a wardrobe between Seth and where they were working, cutting off the path Seth was going to take and his ‘blocking’ his line of sight.

Stepping out from ‘around’ the wardrobe, Allen laughed nervously, “It’d probably be better if we just stayed out of their way and let them work.”

Behind the illusory wall Robin picked up the pace, clearing and reorganizing as fast as he and the unseen servants could. Without the bubble of silence it would’ve been a cacophony on noise.

Jerking back in surprise when the wardrobe is quickly moved to block the door, that he was being kept out of the room has some low level suspicion being added to everything else that so far didn’t make sense about Allen. The utter soundlessness of it, the “servants” being clearly unhuman up close, the disorienting sight of the illusions, the obvious use of magic… That Allen was hiding something was far too clear.

Another thing to add to the mental pile, but now wasn’t the safest time to try and piece this new bit of information in.

He’s trying to hide that line of thought, however, instead looking concerned by the time Allen appeared.

‘Are you sure? This is because of me, after all.’ Leaning back and letting others do the work didn’t sit well with Seth; if there was a way to give them less to worry about he would take it.

Clasping his hands together, Allen laughed nervously, not realizing that Seth was beginning to see through the illusions, “Oh no... Robin hate when I get in his way, best to just settle down and wait for them to finish up-” a sudden perfect excuse came to him, “Besides! You are the reason we’re moving everything. If you set off the wood growing while we’re moving everything, wouldn’t that defeat the entire point of it all?”

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The wording of that, the way Seth expressed it… Aliel felt something crack. Like a fault line before an earthquake. It rippled through them.

Deserve.

They were created to serve. It was their purpose. What could a servant possibly deserve? Be owed? It was illogical. Impossible. A thousand years ago they would have laughed at the notion. A million years ago they wouldn’t have even understood the expression.

Now…

Aliel fell apart, their corporeal form coming loose at the seems. As they shed the body they’d created their mind lifted from the alcoholic haze. Dozens of eyes widened in shock. The room chilling as wings unfurled and their Grace filled the room with holy aura in their panic.

What had they done?!

Whatever lingering haze that had still been clouding Seth’s thoughts disappears completely when Aliel so suddenly discorporates. He can feel their connection to Her, their Grace feeling like an iceburn against his skin.

Pulling away, there’s regret and upset on Seth’s face that he can’t hide as he shields his eyes from the light flooding off of them.

Anything he said further would make them panic more, that emotion flooding the room as much as everything else had, rebounding into Seth as well and making him flinch away from the strength of it. His hands shake lightly, more than the usual tremor that accompanied pain on a normal day, when he tries to speak anyway. 'Easy, please.’

Fluttering away from Seth, Aliel presses towards the corner of the room, barely containing their grace as they did so. They wanted to blame the demon before them for everything that transpired. He was the one that had given them the drink, had smoked that weed, it was his home...

But they’d walked in. They’d laid down beside the demon. They’d partaken with clear mind and unwavering intention. Their wings trembled as they looked upward (heaven wasn’t up but it was as up as it was anywhere and human sensibilities had swayed them over the millennium). Could She see them? See their sin? There transgressions? Aliel longed to flee, but where? Surely their very aura would be too tainted by what they’d done to return now... the others would see, would know.

Their many eyes turned to Seth once more, forbidden emotions swirling within.

They hadn’t hated it.

An endless cycle of rebirth, across ages and world and species, a pair of time travelers who recall all the myriad lives they’ve lived. It can get rather confusing, but such is live when you’ve lost track of your age.

Allen Robin, younger brother, soft nerd and history professor

Martin Rene, elder brother, cyborg and lover of anthropology