Siya shifted slightly. He was confused at first as to where he was and that had his eyes snapping opened in fear. Sitting up rather quickly he shouted, "The book! The attacker... what happened!?" immediately after he groaned and flopped back into the pillows as a raging headache coursed all through his skull. Moaning slightly he reached up at rubbed at his head in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure and pain. Everything ached though and he couldn't quite remember why until he recalled the book, then the orb acting up again and right after that... the man who attacked him. Now he remembered the one who had destroyed his halls.
He had been dressed in black, almost like the man who had attacked him in the Air Kingdom, except this person's gaze was far colder than the last and the eye color was different. It was... darker, at least he thought so. Unless... maybe it was just the situation and the dust going around. He frowned. Great... now I'm making things up. Like Reynard kissing me... that certainly didn't happen... wait... he paused and looked up at the ceiling over him. No... that wasn't right. Reynard had kissed him. Speaking of the protector... where was he?
"Reynard!" he yelled, trying to sound not so pankicy but failing miserably.
Damiano had been resting outside of the room Lord Siya had been placed within, sitting on a chair that he had dragged there for his comfort. Since the attack, the king had been in a fairly shitty state, to be frank. He had fallen unconcious after the attack, and was brought here by Reynard. Damiano had returned not long after securing the area, the man that had attacked them having left. Guess even with, whatever magick they had wielded, they couldn't withstand the ocmbined attack of both the king and protector.
He shifted in his seat, sloutching some to get comfortable as he crossed his arms. His bow was leaning against the chair next to him, with his quiver still on his belt. It was shifted some though so that it was digging into Damiano's back as he sat there, but it was still a little uncomfortable. "This has been far more exciting a job in the couple days I've served as protector then my several years in the Corps. Close second to being back home though, that is for sure."
He jerked and fell from his seat when he suddenly heard the king shout from within his room, thumpnig onto the floor as his bow fell across his lap. "Joder!!!" he shouted as he turned his head to the door. Grumbling, he grabbed his bow before getting onto his feet and heading to the door, opening it while uttering, "Hijo de puta, que me asustó! He looked inside at the king who was currently lying on the bed, looking a little rattled. "Good to see you are awake mi rey. Feeling any better?" he asked as he slipped inside, remaining at the doorway with his bow resting on the ground next to him, hand on it.
After bringing Siya to his room, stubbornly and proudly acting as if Damiano hadn't seen anything out of the norm in the hopes that, for all of their sakes, the man would act the same way, Reynard fell back on his tried and true method for dealing with trauma; stay busy. As soon as the other Protector was settled in front of the young King's door, Reynard was off to reign in the chaos that the castle had fallen into. There were healers to call for, various cleanup crew to organize, and there was really so much to do, but Reynard revelled in it in that he was too busy for the time to even think about it. However, he still lingered near Siya's room in between giving orders or pointing people in the right direction.
He heard Damiano fall rather than any cry from Siya's room, but, nevertheless, he brought himself over to check on his young charge in case he needed anything particularly.
"Lord Siya?" He too stopped at the doorway, peering in from the opposite side of his fellow Protector.
Startled, he looked up at the sound of Damiano. He had been expecting Reynard, but the first one to come in was the Captain. He bit his lip, he was a bit disappointed by that fact but shoved it aside for now. The last thing he wanted was Damiano to have any reason to tease him or anything like that. It was bad enough the man saw fit to poke at his habit of walking through the halls with his nose in a book, "Ah... yes, sort of.... Where's Reynar-"
Almost as if on cue, the other protector came to the room, stepping up next to Damiano and calling out for the King. Siya sat up quickly, his face heated a bit as he watched the other, "Reynard! You...." he stopped, recalled their current company and quickly changed subjects, "The book! Did you see a book lying around in the halls?" he threw the covers back and clambered off the bed. He stumbled, caught himself on the bed post and took a moment to recover his balance.
"It's very important. I have to show you it! This... the orbs, there is so much that we didn't know," he panted slightly. Maybe he was just a bit too excited.
"A book," Reynard repeated, more for his own benefit than for clarification. It was just like Siya to get so excited over a book, but this one must be particularly special. Now, hadn't one of the maids mentioned finding a discarded book in one of the corridors...? He dropped the thought for a moment, stepping forward suddenly as Siya jumped to his feet only to have to lean on his bed for support. He'd been right- it was a very important book indeed.
"I believe someone found a book earlier," He said, bobbing his head in a nod and trying to keep worry from his features. "I'll go retrieve it."
He was gone for a moment or two, hurrying down the ruined halls until he found the book stacked neatly against an unharmed wall just where the maid had said she'd put it. He picked it up and found his way back to Siya's room, laying the object in front of Siya.
"Is this it?"
Damnit... he's fast... Siya cursed as he was about to try to go with the man. However, it seemed perilous to try to leave his place as he wobbled. Why is it so hard to stand...? he wondered briefly. Had the wound been that bad? How much blood had he really lost? Siya shoved those dark thoughts aside and put himself up on the bed as he waited for Reynard to return. He was almost like a kid as he bounced slightly on the mattress in his impatience. Reynard returned and deposited the book in front of him.
Lurching for it, he snatched it up with an excited gasp, "Yes! This is it!" he flipped through the pages rapidly, but gently until he came to the spot where he had been reading. Much like he had done with Damiano when he found the passage, he flipped it around in his hands and shoved it upwards at Reynard, "Look!" he said excitedly and rapidly began speaking, "There is a door, it goes to another place. The orbs aren't from here, they're from somewhere else! Look at this seal here, I don't know what it is really, but maybe for a group of people or something really important. I can't read some of the script because it's faded out or the dialogue is different. And look at this! This is our world! This is Dhamear! I know it doesn't look like it, but it is!" his fingers were tapping random pictures in his haste to get it all out of his system.
Damiano kept silent when Reynard arrived, slipping into the room while slinging his bow around his body. As he did so, he moved over to a wall and leaned up against it, not moving when Siya almost fell over when he stood up. Looking at how excited the king was for this book, also remembering how the king had practically shoved the thing up his nose earlier before the attack, it was definitely something very important.
He remained silent, just remaining where he was as Reynard once again left and quickly returned with the book. As it was handed to the young king, he saw the same level of excitement the protector had been assaulted with return to the king. Chuckling softly, he just remained where he was as he watched the king spout off the details about what he had found. He just listened and took in all the info, cocking his head to the side. A door to some other place where the orbs originated from? "Well ain't that just a bit of interestin' info? he said while turning his head to look at the ground, losing himself in his thoughts as he stood there.
Reynard, quite used to an excitable Siya only from years of having to deal with his energetic moods, peered at the pages Siya pushed towards him, brows slightly furrowed as he tried to keep up with what the young king was saying. A door? Another world? It was all quite a lot to take in, but he might as well give it the old training school try.
"Please calm down for a moment," He said as Siya began to point out various pictures that really had nothing to do with what he was saying at the moment. He was quiet then, looking over the aged pages again before speaking.
"So, what this book is saying is the orbs did not orginate here.... Perhaps... Perhaps if you're correct about that symbol representing a group, we might be able to assume that they are or are associated with the men who have been trying to steal the orbs?" And kill you went quite unsaid. "Is there anything else on the page of interest? Any clues about this other world or any more information?" He peered at Siya.
Siya paused, stopping as Reynard had asked of it. It wasn't the first time of course. When Reynard had gone through the pages on his own, asking the question of any more information, Siya shook his head with a heavy sigh, "No. But this book seems to be one of a large number. I can't find the other ones in the library... or rather... I haven't had time to do so and well. When I found it earlier today we were... sort of attacked," he managed to get out with a bit of a timid laugh and smile.
He coughed to clear his throat as he lounged on the bed, "Reynard..." he paused then glanced over to Damiano, once again he changed subjects, "I think we need to go see the others again. Don't send any letters, it takes too much time. We'll just go. The sooner we meet with them all again, the better. Damiano, could you please prepare for the journey?" he asked as he peered around Reynard's frame to the other protector.
Damiano looked up at the king, giving him a bow as he spoke, "Sí, mi rey. Con gran prisa!" he said with a grin before turning and heading on out of the doorway and down the hallway. Less than a month from their last visit and already they were heading back, And another visit with the garden snake, that oughta be fun.
Reynard watched his fellow Protector leave, shifting a bit uneasily where he stood. It was partially from discomfort at the fact that they'd be playing traveler so soon after the last time, especially considering how wonderfully last time had ended. It was also because of something a little more personal and a lot more emotional than the irritation of having to go visit people he didn't particularly like and leaving someone else in charge to fix up the castle. Still, he lingered behind, trying his best to not look like he was avoiding Siya's gaze.
"Reynard," Siya called as he watched the other, "I... wanted to know, something," he thought he had it all planned out, but he guessed he really didn't. Absently he tugged at his hair again before he realized he was doing it. Quickly stopping that, he glanced around the room before he finally found his thoughts again, "Earlier. When you were healing me. Did... was that..." he fiddled as he blushed, "Did you... mean that?" he pressed the tips of his fingers together, poking each finger tip as he sat there.
Reynard was quiet for a moment, staring intently at the floor as if he stared long and hard enough it would answer for him. This was... A conversation he didn't want to have. At all. No doubt, regardless of what happened here, things would become strained between them and everyone's lives would get even more awkward. He shouldn't have done that- he knew that. Siya was his King and he was, well, his Protector. Albeit a Protector whose feelings were far from professional, but a Protector all the same.
"I think that depends," He answered finally, choosing his words carefully. "What did you think it meant?"
Siya's fingers stopped moving. He felt as if the blood had drained from him completely, at least more so than it had before. Siya interlaced his fingers, tightening them, "Depends..." he repeated the word to himself softly, "I thought...." he paused and glowered at the floor now, "I thought you had kissed me because you had wanted to. Because you are more than just a Protector. Did you?" he asked, but he didn't look up, he was dreading the answer. The way Reynard had just addressed it... he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"I-" Reynard stopped again, shifting uncomfortably, clasping his hands behind his back and giving himself the appearance more of a solider being berated than someone being asked if they had feelings for someone else. "That is-" He inhaled deeply and, for just a moment, wondered what Caerwyn would say. He could easily imagine it, that sly smirk pulling at his lips and his gently mocking tone. Of course he knew what he had to do. For the memory of Caerwyn and for his own sanity.
"Siya, I have... a great deal of affection for you and I only regret that I kissed you in those circumstances. I apologize. I understand that it's not- it's not appropriate for a Protector to have feelings for their Kings in such a way. I'll begin looking for a replacement shortly." He swallowed, struggling for words. Even with such an intimate revelation, his words came out as stilted and proper, never quite relaxed or impassioned, but the same desperate politeness that had been drilled into his brain since day one.
"I'm sorry. I didn't meant to-... I'm sorry. You don't need this. I'll just see myself out."
Siya sucked in a sharp breath. Now that he hadn't been expecting. In fact, it was the opposite of what he'd expected Reynard to say. He... had other feelings for Siya? Was that true? The young Fire Lord looked up at the man in shock, surprised that the words were even falling from the man's lips. However, he felt an intense, painful stab to his chest as Reynard said that he would look for a replacement. Siya shot to his feet in an instant and barely managed to stay standing, "Reynard!" he nearly screamed, "No! You can't! Why would you.... why would you just leave like this? I can't.... I won't allow anyone else to replace you," he shook his head, "I don't want anyone else. You're what I want, by my side all the time. You have always been here, why would you leave me now?"
Some of his words weren't making much sense, but he didn't care at that point, "Can't I have a say in this? Don't you want to know my own feelings? Who cares if it's appropriate or not. I don't. If you're going to say you're in love with me, than fine. No one will stop you, and I won't stop you. I.... do you even know, how long I've wanted to hear that? You idiot and you're going to leave!" Siya heaved in a heavy breath as he'd gone without taking a breath. Feeling a bit light headed, he plopped back onto the bed. One hand reached up and kneaded at his temple lightly.
"Don't leave."
Whatever reaction Reynard had been expecting- which, in this case, was one of mild embarassment as Siya awkwardly agreed that it would be for the best to find a new Protector with a whole lot of avoided eye contact- this... this was not it. Not this impassioned plea, or talking about his own feelings, or even for the first time in their relationship, calling Reynard an idiot(to his face- Siya would be surprised just how many of his quiet grumbles Reynard had overheard and secretly laughed over throughout their relationship). What could he say? Should he demand a clear answer from Siya? Laugh it all off as a joke- which wouldn't work because Reynard's sense of humor hadn't been exercised in a long, long time. But he didn't want to leave, he desperately didn't want to leave Siya's side.
"I won't," He agreed quietly and, seeing as he hadn't been kicked out yet, moved slightly closer to the bed. Because, he told himself, he was worried about Siya so soon after the healing. Yeah. That was it.
"I won't leave if you don't want me to, okay? I promise."
Siya nodded slightly. He was feeling tired again. Maybe he had exerted far too much energy. Between the excitement over the book and his sudden outburst -which even he didn't think he was capable of- he was starting to feel extremely exhausted, "Don't leave. I won't forgive you," he mumbled, "Idiot..."
That last part was to himself.
Looking up, he titled his head a bit as he regarded the man, "Will you promise me something? Unless I have to go off and get myself injured again. Which I doubt you would agree to. Since you regret it, don't wait for something so dire to happen to kiss me," he teased. He was slightly reminded of when he had dropped in the throne room and then teased Reynard about calling him 'Lord' Siya all the time. Maybe the same threat would work a second time. He grinned up at the man despite his just about being ready to crash out on the bed right there.
Reynard regarded the younger man, taking in the large but tired grin, his slumped posture, and the exhaustion creeping into his expression and masking his eyes. Siya was exhausted and he had every right to be, but he still clung to consciousness to smile at and tease him and, perhaps, to wait for an answer himself. Well. Well, this wasn't how he thought today was going to go, but what the Hell.
"I promise," He agreed, a small but still very present smile tugging at his lips and, as if to seal the deal, Reynard leaned in and gave him another kiss. While the other one had been meant to distract and in the heat of action, this one was soft and chaste, a barely there press of the lips before all too soon he was pulling away.
"Go to sleep, Siya. I have to see to some preperations, but... But I'll be here when you wake up."
Siya blushed furiously as Reynard leaned down and gave him the softest of kisses. He wasn't even sure he had felt it, but it must have happened because his Protector had been very close to him just then. He let out a slight breath that he hadn't known he had been holding. At Reynard's request to sleep, Siya nodded a bit.
"Alright, I will," he said and let his body slip back into the bed and pillows. He wasn't sure if Reynard stayed a little longer or not because the moment he hit the pillows, he was asleep.