lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
He can never stay away for long. Lupei is inevitably tied to the Chamber and her fire now, there was no turning back. He’d given his gift as a means to protect her and to lash out at her enemies, and in turn he’d gained his own scars to show for it. A small price to pay for the defense of his homeland. He’d been out, attending to the life he kept very separate from this one, and though he trudged rather eagerly back across the faint borders, Zojja and his sons remained at the forefront of his thoughts. It was like he was developing an entire new personality aside from this one. A side that actually cared about other beings. Times were strange.
He hears the trumpet of his once General, now turned King, and eases into a more comfortable pace that would have him joining the rest in due time. They gather, leaking from between the pines like ghostly figures. There’s plenty here, more than Lupei would have guessed. He settles easily into a position near the edge, eyes roaming the group in hopes of seeing some flicker of Dacia about (He knew better by now than to look for her trademark green coat, she almost never wore it.) There’s a surge of panic, masked in the presence of the group, and then a light touch runs along the top of his dock and he mentally relaxes. She would have to wait, hidden until the moment she saw him appear. Dacia knew what her tricks did to him.
“A little late, aren’t we?” She whispers, and the sound is covered by Killdare’s booming baritone. Lupei is happy to hear of his promotion, the title of Captain suited him. It certainly didn’t change things - hard work was hard work, and that’s what Killdare was demanding of them now that the chaos of war had faded out of Beqanna. Dacia nips his bare tailbone, a soft laugh rolling up to him. He wants to burn her - wants to mar that pretty little face. But he’d made a promise, and so he kicks out instead. The meeting draws to an end, with the others dispersing through the crowd leaving only the siblings to converse for a moment in time.
“Any plans?” He questions, turning around to see her cloaked in resplendent black. “A few.” She replies, her gaze straying to the dragon-winged King as he takes his exit. Lupei can only roll his eyes. “Stay out of trouble.” He cautions her, moving past his younger sister to return to his second life. She only quirks an ear to him, not even bothering to wish him well or inquire about his new tattoo. “Likewise.” She murmurs, caught in her own web of thought.
