Snippet #1890742

“T-That’s cool..” she blinks at him. Did she have a gift yet..if so..why didn’t she feel any different? Was she broken? Did it require her and Cheshire to get along better? Was it’s potency based off their relationship?

“Cheshire is hard to handle, I understand that. I don’t take offense.. We’re not that close actually..” she gazed away from him. The scene where he threw her to Absolem kept running through her head. It brung a nauseous feeling to her stomach. What if I never get to apologize for calling him a coward? She looks down at the floor, the fact making her almost cry, “If it wasn’t for the game, I doubt he would after all the accusations I made.. I wouldn’t come back for me. ”

Rhia felt her eyes widen when she really thought about what Grey was saying. She felt a faint blush cross her cheeks, shaking her head quickly, “T-that’s not going to happen..” she mumbles in denial. She couldn’t fathom her and Cheshire being as close as they were, or close period to be honest. She assumed one of them would always have their arms out, trying to keep the other emotionally or in her case emotionally AND physically distant.

“Yeah, food does sound wonderful right now..” She chimes in almost a sing-song tone, the thought of food seducing her stomach into an excited frenzy. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she’d had anything to drink or even eat.

Rhia gasped as Grey started falling reaching to help, but Absolem was quick on the draw, “T-thank goodness..” she sighed. The house looked lovely, but she doubted a head first impact would feel the same way. She nodded as Absolem asked her to remain in the room. She did detest the idea, but she understood the reasoning behind it.. He couldn’t protect them in his current state, separating would just make it a thousand times worse on them. She sat down on the couch next to Grey’s head, putting her hand on his forehead to check for a fever, “You can’t get sick at a time like this.. I hope it was just from over-exertion..” she sighs worried for Cheshire, now Grey too? Not to mention Absolem looked like he’d cave in at any given moment as well. She shivered at the thought. She felt so alone already.. yet she knew she wasn’t.

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“I picked you based on how well you answered my riddle. I chose you knowing I could get along with you better than most humans.” In Absolem’s own way, this was a enormous compliment. He wasn’t good at complimenting others,. It always sounded a bit insulting in the end, but if one repeated his sentence long enough, they could figure out he was attempting to compliment them.

Absolem couldn’t help but smirk hearing the boy’s stomach rumble. Humans are such naïve creatures.. He closes his eyes. He was worried about Cheshire as well, but he had to be stronger than these two. He wasn’t allowed to worry about his friend. He was in charge of protecting them, nurturing them. He couldn’t let emotions sidetrack him from his task. He never allowed such things to happen before. Nothing was accomplished through emotion. It was ever executed right. Emotions always get in the way of judgment.

“Good, then I shall get to work on cooking.” Absolem smiled, then he smirked at the boy, laughing briefly under his breath, “When in such a frightening and confusing situation as you two have been in, one often forgets their stomach.” He informs them both. It’s been some time since I threw a riddle his way, perhaps I should prepare another-

Absolem’s eyes widened and almost instantly he shoved himself behind the other male. Thankfully his hands were successful in catching him, albeit with a faltering grip, but he soon found a steady hold. This would have been a simple task had it happened during any other situation, but he was already physically and mentally worn. Unfortunately, his balance wasn’t the best at the moment. He chews on his bottom lip, moving the boy over to a rather extensive couch, laying him down, panting a bit from the strain he was putting himself through. He knew he probably looked pathetic to the young human girl he was stuck babysitting, but he couldn’t hide his frailty any longer. He was feeling weak, nauseous even, “Please remain in this room while I find you both something quick and suitable to eat..” He requests, “Now is not the time to be proud. I am begging you to not wander.” and with that he walked to the kitchen. His natural grace deserted him, he was barely moving around. He rustled around the kitchen for about ten minutes before finally deciding on soup, grabbing a few ingredients before rustling around, making sure to put in a few soothing herbs to help his own along with Grey’s headaches, possibly even Rhia’s nerves. He took a taste of the soup, adding a bit more pepper, denying himself the urge to sneeze.