#aelranth

( Another night out as a group! The boys hung out by Stillwhisper pond for most of it. )

Hours had passed by in ambiguity, moments feeling as though they both crept on and flew by at the throw of some unseen switch. It was a torrent of losing seconds in his own mind, and being thrust back into reality again, only to realize what the senses perceived was often not much more than an illusion despite how real it might have felt. There was some faint reminder of Aelranth’s presence at his side that kept him from total loss of self in the violent struggle of emotion within him. A breath here, a whisper or touch laced with worry as he watched Kren’lios fade back and forth between sanity and the unreal. Hours ago there might have been a gentle embrace, the heat of passion, or something of far more grandeur in their evening together. But now, Kren’lios could barely discern his lovers motion from a hallucination, and it only got worse the longer he sat still. Afterall, stillness bred instability, nothing to bury the abject sensation of pure fear away behind, as though putting on a mask.

Soon, it became too much to lay there in the moment, suffocating in the darkness of his own vision. Without even hearing Aelranth anymore he was up on his feet again, pacing the floor of his room from wall to wall. He felt along the paint and solid plaster with trembling fingers before a moment would flash over his mind as his soul writhed with the days upheaval. The harsh metal bars, the heat so fierce under foot that it burned the spirit itself with no respite. Hours or days, months or weeks, it had all been unclear but the pain had never stopped, never ceased even for a moment. Those memories were forced into the forefront, and soon what was a wall in front of him felt like a prison. His hand shot fourth as he broke into tears, beating the wall so harshly he broke through it. Only then did he pause, coming back to the familiar empty black of blindness and the garbled unstable voice somewhere behind him.

Instability was certainly one word for it all, and it weighed on his shoulders with sheer embarrassment for the few moments he found himself secure again. He tried to think back on how he had gotten here, mumbling incoherent and incomplete things as he sunk to the floor before the gash he had just freshly beat into the wall. Of what little he could recall in the confusion and turbulence, Sylestras was most prominent. Her words had given him answers no matter how badly he had not wanted them to be true...a corrupted and extremely splintered soul. Something permanent and in need of the constant agonizing procedure that magical healing had become, lest it deteriorate to the point of killing him all over again. Nothing like she had ever seen before, pain like she had never witnessed as his body had all but panicked and thrown him overboard with the lights intrusion. And now he found himself in that sea of memory and pain again, barely treading enough to keep his head above water. He was barely held away from drowning all together.

As he moved forward to stand up again onto trembling legs, he recognized pain in his hands finally, throbbing and unyielding. He could not see them, but there was no doubt in his mind he had damaged them. But even in that moment of recognition, adrenaline left the pain dulled. So when he moved across the floor in a slow shuffle to grab his mug of tea that had long since gone cold, it panicked him when pain shot up his arm from his likely broken hand, the mug coming loose from his grip and shattering to the floor. It made him reel backwards into a hard flinch as his hands came up over his ears and he fled the room, tears and sobbing springing forth all over again. He moved down the hallways as quickly as he could, lucky that they were familiar to him lest he bump into everything on his way. Only when he reached the doors to the back balcony did he stop, letting his head rest there with a shaking sob before they were thrown open before him. The cold of a late Quel’Thalas evening embraced his near entirely bare skin, feet easing slowly out onto the dusky cold stone,

Feet flexed against the solid ground, Kren’lios taking in a deep breath and trying so desperately to center himself in the firmness and chill. After standing a while he was off on the move again, his body shaking by now as he made haste towards the stairs just off to his left, a winding tower path that would feel steep and endless were it not for the wall he guided himself upward with. At the very top, the tightness of the stairway opened up to a space of lush beauty. The rooftop garden...a place he had so often fled to in an attempt to free himself from the weight of his own thoughts and now was certainly no exception. Though he could not see the flowers and well taken care of bushes, they always had a smell to him. It was the smell of comfort and of home, and lucky for him, it was enough to momentarily occupy his mind. He tiptoed slowly over the dew sodden lawn, his breathing still ragged as pain racked his body alongside physical exertion. His grief wracked form finally gave up, sending him to his knees at the very edge of a nearby bush. It left him tucked well under the low lying branches as he fell to his side, his mind going black as lost consciousness embraced by the damp grass below and the bitter air above.

At the very least, he had found a moment of peace.

( Forgot to post this little screenshot from last night )

Beach memories- First date with Aeltranth!

I will cry I hope you know this, you are my best friend you stinky and your praise means the world to me. He just be loving with his whole heart , that is important to me. Spreading goodness and joy through my rp.

Aelranth is his favorite person to gossip with, he constantly finds himself leaning to whisper to him and Aelranth has the best reactions.

He and Aelranth definitely passively flirt without even noticing it.

He thinks Aelranth is slightly less of a trouble maker as he and Cyri, he might be the bottom of the chaos rouge triangle.

“Aelranth is a dumbass but he’s my dumbass. Far as I am concerned, he is just another part of the family.”