#redsai

His chest heaved. Warm sap slowly trickled down his cheek where the chaochu’s vital fluid had spattered across him. It dripped thickly from the scythe that was held before him, nearly connecting the curved blade to the ground. He drew in a long slow breath and closed his eyes, opening them on the exhale. Several of the large seedkin lay in pieces around him and the ground squelched as he shifted his weight. A dark shape moved between the bodies, loping over to him with the flowers he’d been commissioned to collect in it’s mouth. Sai took another deep breath and shifted his dirty scythe to click into the holding hooks that would secure it across his back. “Good boy Lugh, thank you. I’ll take them now.” His hand took the blooms from his avatar’s mouth and the reaper carefully stored them. A few sticky pats were bestowed to the skull-like head of the voidsent and he chuckled. “Well I feel better now! Renko’s right, all I needed to do was find a hobby.” The red-headed reaper was still smiling as he pointedly ignored the way his avatar cocked it’s head at him. They both knew this wasn’t the kind of hobby the other bun had been suggesting to help Sai with his anger issues.

Exes

This was all Sai’s fault. Every bit of it. He loved two men. They loved him. But instead of a smooth confluence of affection where the three of them settled into a loving relationship...there was only hell. Only quiet suffering, bitter jealousy, and agonized peacekeeping. He was doing none of them favors by constantly trying to smooth things over. But staying sunny was the only way he could keep moving forward. Encouraging them both even as everyone felt worse. Brokering peace. Offering suggestions. Placating tempers and bolstering sagging moods. He wasn’t cut out for this. They were going to make him choose. And Sai had already made promises. Perhaps...therapy? It almost made him laugh, he was the last person to be suggesting that. But what other options did he have? Because either they were all going to come together or when they came apart it would be the end of them all.

In a dingy bar beyond the edge of nowhere the reaper and his hound-like voidsent waited casually for one of the regulars. The other customers had given them both wide berth which suited Sai just fine. He was in a grim mood, his lovers were quarreling again and that had meant another night sleeping on the couch before he’d left. Ah, bonded life. When it was good, it was doubly sweet. When it was bad it was doubly sour. He chased his poor mood with a pint of something that could only have been imported. It was far too crisp and cool to be a local brew. He’d spent years serving in the Imperial Provinces and was used to the cooking and the drinking. Good for them honestly to expand their horizons. But that was just his savage opinion. A moment later there was a thump as the seat opposite him was occupied by the imposing figure of a pureblood Garlean. A bandanna covered his third eye and held his greasy dark hair out of the other two. They shared a stretch of quiet while a second pint was procured. The unspoken understanding that they didn’t talk until after they’d both had their first drink. “Red Sai...I never thought I’d see your scarred mug back around here. Last I heard you’d fetched up in Sharlyan and settled down.” Sai snorted. “Settled down, me? Are we talking about the same man?” He gave a cracked grin to the other before reaching into his leathers and pulling out a cloth wrapped bundle. He set it down on the table, sliding it toward the other. “How much can I get for that Marcus?” The big man flicked open the package and whistled through his teeth. He finished flipping the cloth open and held the object up. The light was gathered up by the facets of the dark stone, drank in and locked away. Marcus grunted, dropping the object back onto the cloth and shoving it back toward Sai. “The only thing you can pawn that off for is trouble.” Sai chuckled as he raised his mug to signal for a refill, the soulstone resting ominously on the table between them. “I didn’t ask what I’d be paid in. I asked how much.”

Thanks for reading everybody!

Some redsai stuff from I think a week ago

« 🔧 »     “She pissed me off.” Still, the human sighed, leaning over to touch her forehead to the other’s. One hand came up, to touch his cheek, before pulling back in a stinging slap. “But the better question is where the HELL have you been, Hamato Raphael?”