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[CrimsonMoon]

Rori crouched on the rocky beach below the castle, his eyes locked on something far over the Ocean that heaved and swelled with the blackness of an incoming storm. Cthulu's tentacles drifted from the water and slid toward him, daintily resting around him in a fleshy wall.

Rori pauses and gazes out toward the center of the tentacles,"... Ok," he breathes softly, stripping off his shirt and throwing it aside as well as te annoying shoes the Lady required him to wear... And leaps into the sea.

Immediately he felt like he had been swallowed by night. The faint mass of his ally barely being made out in the distance. He sinks... It felt... Good here... Quiet but with white noise...

[Light]

Densil looked out the window of the castle to the dull sky that covered the place he was more or less held captive in. IT made him forget the feel of the forest, the rush of the run through the farmers field after stealing a bunch of potatoes or collard greens--but...

"We can't ever go back to that, can we?" he looks away from the window and climbs down the steps, heading outside with a large basket of laundry that the Lady demanded he personally hung outside and took care of. She had become more demanding of him, and everyone close to Rori lately. The brunette silently wondered if his little brother knew... Densil liked to think he didn't. He wanted to think that, at least this, he could do as his big brother. At least that was something his little brother wasn't burdened with.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori finally felt as if his lungs would burst, pushing himself back up but only after his vision had begun to waves. A large fleshy limb lifting him out of the water, a rumble answering him

[Light]

Densil tossed the sheets up onto the line, one by one, and looks towards the cliffs. "Seaweed heads taking awhile," he hums and abandons the basket, walking to the beach.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori sits there silently, shivering as the cold ocean spray mixed with the cold wind and his drenched body. He stared dully at the distance... He had grown quieter, moving further and further away from his friends and family and immersing himself in all he could learn of the war... the Iron Born didn't find this worrying, in fact... since he had 'given them brains' they valued his leadership more and more...

His muscles begin to cramp and he rubs his arm in annoyance

[Light]

"Rori!" Densil calls, cupping his hands over his mouth to louden the call, "You still out here, Fish?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori heard Densil's call and frowns, pressing a fist against his forehead," 'm here..." He says beneath his breath, sliding off the tentacle and back into the icey water

[Light]

Densil troops over to the water, his dirty sleeves rolled up. His brown eyes drooped, lines forming between his eyebrows as he frowned. This place... These people... Were changing his little brother...--it was making it hard for Densil to call him that. But he wouldn't, his stubbornness and attachment to what had been kept him going.

[CrimsonMoon]

Eventually, further down the beach, Rori stumbles up the rocks from the surf, frowning and eventually standing still... He closed his eyes and froze... It was best when he didn't move...

[Light]

Densil scans the shore and spots Rori. He begins to make his way to him, keeping silent when he sees his brother standing so still.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori forces himself to look up and smiles,"... Densil..." He mumbles and tilts his head... very quiet... very tired...

[Light]

"Hey seaweed," he gently says while rubbing his hands together, "not meaning to offend ya or anything, but you look like crap right now."

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori smiles and shrugs," I know... I just don't give a damn," He chirps softly, trying to lighten up but unable to... He wanted to Densil but... He wasn't sure how his brother would react..

[Light]

"Well I do," Densil curls his toes, the bareness of his legs and feet having formed a tough layer of skin on the soles of his feet, "Cause your health is pretty darn important. Me and Dad, we worry about ya kid,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori just laughs lightly, grabbing his damp shirt and sliding it over his head," I know... But you worry over nothing." He gently nudges his brother," Besides... You'll have better things to worry about than me when I..." He pauses

[Light]

"I worry precisely when I need to, when I mean to. No sooner, or later." he crosses his arms and tilts an eyebrow, "Do what?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" You'll know soon enough," Rori promises over his shoulder," Lets get back inside... You're more likely to get sick then I am any way,"

[Light]

Densil shakes his head, "Making me wait till the last second, eh? Must be bad news." he slides across the sand and heads towards the jagged steps.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I dunno... I've already gotten myself involved... Yet-" His eyes glitter faintly,"- I haven't made it politically official... We're still civilized, even if we are barbarians..."

[Light]

"Barbarians... Us..." his brother frowns, his eyes cast to the ground. "So, do I get any hints?"