#tobyblythe

It had been a few long months since Sylixis had found his way to Earth and met Toby. While their meeting had started with a bang, it had ended up fairly well. The Guardian had taken a bit of pity on the vandal, so far from home and full of curiousity. Together they'd found a place for Sylixis to stay -- an old cave of old Russia, far enough from the Devil's Lair that he was safe. It wasn't much, yet, but he'd gathered a few belongings between scavenging and what Toby had brought him.

Needless to say, it was nice. Though, rather lonely at times. As much as Sylixis wanted Toby to stay forever, he had important lightbearing things to do, often leaving Sylixis alone. His slight obsession made him think of the warlock a lot when he was away, but after a while it started to feel like more than just an interest in his light.

Toby was kind. Kinder than any other Guardians, who had shot at Sylixis on sight. Brave, and... strong! So strong. The eliksni began to realize that his feelings were turning in a new, different direction. Lighthearted flutters of his heart, like he was a little dreg with a crush again. He felt silly, but, at the same time...

He wanted Toby to know. Even though part of him thought there was no way the Guardian would look at him the same. Sitting alone, thinking. It was eating him up inside. If he was going to be rejected, he might as well get it over with. 

Toby was supposed to come soon, and Sylixis found himself crafting the warlock a small present. It was custom for eliksni, though he wasn’t sure of humans. Toby had given him so much, and he hoped that the Guardian would appreciate the gift even if he didn’t return the feelings. After it was done, he waited, until the day came that Toby was supposed to come with supplies and ether.

"Shhh, I'm almost done." Cayde said, laughing quietly to himself as he finished wrapping up the other guardian's arm. They'd gotten into some stupid antics, again, and had ended up with... well, a bit of blood. But it could have definitely been worse.

He pulled the bandages tight towards the end, trying to both keep from hurting Toby again, but also wanting to make sure it wasn't going to fall off or come loose. 

"Sometimes I always forget humans are so.. er, delicate. I can't believe I was ever like that." Pulling back, his eyes studied his work before letting his gaze go up to Toby's face. "It's kind of sad that dying hurts less for us than getting a normal wound... isn't it?"

☎ DRUNK CALLS FROM MY MUSE

“Tooooooobyyyyyy.” Cayde nearly sang into the phone, his speech slow and slurred as he did. There was a long pause, then, before he started to laugh on the line, an event that lasted a good minute or so before he said. “Listen, I’m just thinking, and like. Why are you a warlock? You just don’t seem to be a stick in the mud like most of ‘em. Can I trade someone to Ikora for you?”

Cayde made a small sound of obvious disappointment at Toby's words, watching as the warlock moved to sit down. Eyes flicked back to the pole, far on top of the tower. They already got all the way up here, so they might as well just push a little further.

@toby-blythe

 No contact with Guardians. It had been both a request from his lover, and a demand from the Kell wrapped in one. And at first, Kinsis had been more than happy to oblige. After the raid -- after his son was murdered -- Kinsis had wanted nothing more than to never see another Guardian's face again. It wasn't like it would change much about his life.

Except, there was one, small problem; Toby. He was just about the only Guardian that Kinsis trusted and considered himself close to.

The first weeks that passed, as he healed from his own wounds and tried to cope with the death of Arksis, Kinsis didn't even want to see the human. His heart was filled with fear for all of them, even the one he'd considered a friend. But even when he was told to stop, the messages from Toby kept coming. Getting more desperate. Kinsis was soft for an eliksni, and it began to wear it down eventually. Toby didn't even seem to know what happened. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

It took a lot of convincing, but Kinsis had managed to get a meeting set up -- the catch being that Sevoriks wanted to remain close just in case. They took a special skiff, larger for the Kell, and headed to a meeting coordinates. It would be close to their ketch, but a decent enough distance that in the very small chance this meeting was a trap, the rest of Scars would be safe.

His burns healed as much as they would by that point but his body was scarred beyond repair. A constant, slightly painful reminder of what Guardians were capable of. Kinsis stepped off of the skiff, crossing his arms over his body as he took a few steps forward. His eyes swept the area for any sign of Toby, sure that he would be near after his desperation of contacting them.

He'd first had the idea on Venus, to take an old ship and fly far away from the crumbling House of Winter. Curiosity (and a whole lot of luck) had guided him to Earth, but now that he was here, nothing had gone as planned. Any attempt to make contact with the lightbearing guardians had ended with him getting shot at. His crudely bandaged arm was proof of that, the remains of a gunshot wound paining him every time he stretched the wrong way.

The sound of water caught his attention, bringing Sylixis to a small stream. Tall cliffs and winding rocks stretched as far as he could see, but it seemed relatively peaceful as he began to undo his bandages, hoping to clean the wound while he had the chance.

Splashing water onto it, washing old blood away, he hoped that no infection would come. Besides stacks of ether seeds, he had no servitor to protect him or heal him (not the best idea, he'd realized all too late).