#provemyselfalone

Yes, it is. Or yesterday if you live in Europe.

Asta had lost her made, it had ran off when it three her to the ground. Her shoulder was aching and she was cold. She had been wondering around aimlessly trying to figure out where she was. If she had her sword... Which was on her horse at the moment, she would get sticks down to make a good fire.

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13.  You muse tells mine that they never want to see them again. My muse reacts…

The vampire stared at the were for a long moment. With everything that had happened and that they had been through, this was certainly not something that Mahdi had ever expected. Yes, they sometimes fought, but it had never been anything that would have led to a moment like this.

However, no matter how much it was hurting him in his chest -- even though his heart no longer beat -- he would not stay where he was not wanted.He loved Duro more than anything except for his brother, but he would not argue when the man so clearly wanted him out of his life. After all, he had promised Duro in the beginning that if he had ever wanted to end their relationship, he would not use anything against him to change his mind.

Mahdi might have been an immortal monster, but he did have honor and kept his word.

“As you wish,” he said in a formal tone that he had never once used with Duro in the entire time they had known each other. 

He reached for his bag and started for the door. He paused before opening the door and took in a breath that he didn’t need. It was a habit he picked up being around humans so that he fit in a little more when he needed to. He didn’t want to look back at Duro, did not want the other man to see how much he had hurt him. Making sure to shield his mind so that his brother would not hear him, he spoke without turning around.

“Will you be telling our brothers why I will no longer be seen around here or shall I?” 

Maybe he should go to ground for awhile. Maybe hibernate. It would not be optimal, but it would be better than having to function with this pain for however long it attempted to cripple him. It would also make sure that he honored Duro’s wish to never see him again.

They were to train. That much had been made clear by Spartacus, or rather, Agron’s translation for the man she did not yet fully understand, both in tongue and manner if she were honest. She saw no weapons, only sticks and other makeshift tools, and she took one in hand with skeptical look upon face. “Did you fight with this shit in the arena?” she questioned the man by her side in native tongue. “A wonder you aren’t all dead.” 

His brother AGREES!

Combine that with Duro’s dislike of boats, and if the four bros ever went on vacation together overseas, Mahdi and Nasir would be like, “Oh, you guys are taking a plane? Cool, cool... we’re going to take a train and a boat and meet you in a few days.”

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