New Friends over Empty Graves (Erythreus & Caleb) - Eternal City RP2024-03-29T13:42:19Zhttps://eternalcityrp.com/forum/topics/new-friends-over-empty-graves-erythreus-caleb?commentId=6610746%3AComment%3A375419&feed=yes&xn_auth=noThe Aspect of Death cringed s…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2020-06-29:6610746:Comment:4093182020-06-29T02:37:54.753Z✓ Erythreus Ailward ~Admin~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/FR
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/5f478ef0c5cab864d6d70936278f0b5a/tumblr_njqce8Qy661u0fmw3o2_250.gifv" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/5f478ef0c5cab864d6d70936278f0b5a/tumblr_njqce8Qy661u0fmw3o2_250.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x"></img></a> The Aspect of Death cringed slightly. Even since childhood Erythreus had a huge dislike towards breakfast, and that hadn't seemed to change in today's time. The Aspect glanced down to Caleb's eggs as he stabbed them with his fork, shaking his head slightly at the knots slowly forming in his stomach. Perhaps the old…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/5f478ef0c5cab864d6d70936278f0b5a/tumblr_njqce8Qy661u0fmw3o2_250.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/5f478ef0c5cab864d6d70936278f0b5a/tumblr_njqce8Qy661u0fmw3o2_250.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>The Aspect of Death cringed slightly. Even since childhood Erythreus had a huge dislike towards breakfast, and that hadn't seemed to change in today's time. The Aspect glanced down to Caleb's eggs as he stabbed them with his fork, shaking his head slightly at the knots slowly forming in his stomach. Perhaps the old Aspect of Death had more mundane qualities than he assumed. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The way Caleb sounded his name out, pulled Erythreus back to the here and now, distracting him from the smell of breakfast. He couldn't help but chuckle, it seemed as though Caleb had studied his name just then as he tried saying it. He understood the issue though, this wouldn't be the first nor last time that someone struggled to say his name properly. "It's okay, I get that a lot. Im really not even sure of my name's origin.." he admitted, giving the human a sheepish grin. Ery ran his hand through his hair in a feeble attempt to smooth some of it back down. It looked as though he had partied like a wild man, when truth be told, liquor barely phased him these days.. and did very little when it came to getting him drunk. Erythreus drank simply out of habit, and when he did want a buzz, he put in a lot of effort, and spent quite a bit to get enough alcohol to get the job done. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The Aspect of Death smiled again when Caleb asked if he could just call him Ery, nodding slightly to say yes. "I don't mind at all. After I can spend a little more time around you, i'm sure you'll get a shorter name or nickname in general.. if i'd pick one now, it'd onlybe based off your emotions since that's the majority of what ive seen from you.. Blue." he stated bluntly, feeling slightly bad for having even called him Blue. But, ever since he'd met Caleb, the human had seemed to be in a really dark state of mind, almost miserable. It definitely bummed Erythreus out to see people in this shape, but there was nothing he could do other than be a friend to the man next to him, and he'd do his best at that. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Erythreus chuckled when Caleb said he couldn't remember much before he gestured to the pup as it being evidence of last nights events. His question caused Erythreus to chuckle a little more, quirking a brow before he parted his lips to speak on it. "It's the one place that I can go and not feel so ... alone. I feel more myself in a cemetery than I do in this manor. I love my siblings here.. but I'm .. different.." he tried his best to explain it without sounding crazy. "The graveyards offer a certain solitude while at the same time, solace. I know solitude and solace usually don't match, but in this case, for me.. it does." he wanted to explain a little further by telling Caleb he could communicate with the dead without alarming the human, but he decided to wait just for that reason. He wasn't sure what Caleb knew and what he didn't, but he was pretty sure with how much he was in the manor, that he knew enough. "Soo.. being here in the manor like you are.. what all do you know about the people who stay here?" he decided to ask at least that question. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">As Caleb went and grabbed himself a blanket, Erythreus leaned forward and scooped the puppy up, setting down in a seat<a href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ec64df04154e25ee884b295e7f97aac/tumblr_njqce8Qy661u0fmw3o8_250.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ec64df04154e25ee884b295e7f97aac/tumblr_njqce8Qy661u0fmw3o8_250.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right"/></a> beside of Caleb, allowing the dog to sit on his lap. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"Soo, what do you think about the name Chance?" he asked curiously and began petting the dog gently, quirking a brow as it nipped at his fingers every time he'd try to stop petting it. </p> Caleb was, in general, prett…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2020-04-24:6610746:Comment:4059282020-04-24T22:43:49.278Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
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<p style="text-align: center;">Caleb was, in general, pretty good at controlling his impulses. This morning had been a completely sobering reminder that he had weaknesses like everyone else. Clearly, one of them was drinking. Only, right now, he didn't care. Last night had been the first time that he'd actually been able to get away from the terrible feeling of being dragged under into darkness. There had been no where that he could go despite that he could…</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Caleb was, in general, pretty good at controlling his impulses. This morning had been a completely sobering reminder that he had weaknesses like everyone else. Clearly, one of them was drinking. Only, right now, he didn't care. Last night had been the first time that he'd actually been able to get away from the terrible feeling of being dragged under into darkness. There had been no where that he could go despite that he could never seem to stop moving. He swung his legs over the edge of the stool on the kitchen, his brain fuzzy and uncooperative. He was glad that he'd ended up here instead of in a random jail cell. As clean and structured as he'd learned to make his life look, he wasn't without a few public embarrassments. His teen years had been rife with stress and partying had been his way out. There hadn't been a lot else he did from the years of sixteen to twenty-two, besides get C's in university. The blonde rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the glass of juice in front of him. He was hungry and felt like he hadn't slept, despite the evidence. <a href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/7a0974a68d5cd7ee72d30fa061e53281/9372726405554520-89/s540x810/a3083dee3451fc85e17d6c613d5986417c0b3912.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/7a0974a68d5cd7ee72d30fa061e53281/9372726405554520-89/s540x810/a3083dee3451fc85e17d6c613d5986417c0b3912.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"Erythreus." He rolled the name over his tongue, sounding it out. It couldn't be English. He hadn't studied many languages apart from the ones he needed to get on in life, but perhaps it was Latin. Maybe a century old. Of the many things he'd learned so far in Evermore, one of them was that most of the people had a lot of question marks around them. Right now, he didn't mind a little extra mystery in his life. He just needed a place to be anything but himself and this guy seemed to not mind that. "That is not, uh, easy to say. Would you mind if I called you Ery?" He tilted his head, taking a sip of the orange juice. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He said while slowly pinching a fork into his eggs. They didn't smell very appetizing, but it had been a few days since he'd had a healthy meal. It had been mostly pizza delivery and takeout, which only left a mess in his room and a sour taste in his mouth. Home cooked food had been something he hadn't had in several months, not since he left his father's ranch. "I don't remember, but...clearly the evidence is staring at me." The puppy was still begging at his side, looking up at towards the smell of bacon with eager eyes. "I guess you have a history of walking in graveyards?"</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He never had before. He'd always avoided funerals like the plague, too, but something was different this time. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He didn't want to forget.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Caleb huddled inside the blanket he'd brought from the couch and continued breakfast, avoiding the two pairs of curious eyes that watched him. Ai, why wasn't there a magical cure for hangovers?</p> Still slightly confused by la…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2020-04-14:6610746:Comment:4049642020-04-14T03:47:39.177Z✓ Erythreus Ailward ~Admin~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/FR
<p style="text-align: center;">Still slightly confused by last nights events, Erythreus couldn't contain the laughter. What he did know, was that for some reason, it meant so much to him to cheer Caleb up, that not only had he broken into an animal shelter and helped Caleb free every caged animal in it, but he had also brought one of the fluff-balls home with him and named it Chance. Erythreus had been an observant man for years, and he noticed when a person was in despair. He had once been in…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Still slightly confused by last nights events, Erythreus couldn't contain the laughter. What he did know, was that for some reason, it meant so much to him to cheer Caleb up, that not only had he broken into an animal shelter and helped Caleb free every caged animal in it, but he had also brought one of the fluff-balls home with him and named it Chance. Erythreus had been an observant man for years, and he noticed when a person was in despair. He had once been in despair himself, until he finally gave into the cruelty placed on him by society, becoming no more than an animal himself. After that, he had vowed to reach out and help those in pain, in hopes to spare them from the same fate he'd once lived through. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The pup distracted Erythreus from Caleb's cooking as it bounced between the two of them cheerfully, licking and nipping at whichever one of them it could reach. The Aspect of Death chuckled to himself when he watched the human male pull himself onto the barstool, with a lazy slouch to his posture while it seemed he was trying to recollect last night. Erythreus knew he'd gotten pretty wasted, but he didn't imagine that Caleb would ask who Erythreus was all together. He decided to go along with it though, "You don't remember anything?" he asked again before proceeding "Well, it started with a simple conversation, which led you to my flask" the Aspect cleared his throat before taking the barstool next to Caleb, and grabbing a plate of breakfast for himself while dragging two cups, and a glass pitcher of orange juice over beside them. "Thirsty?" he asked while pouring his own. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"I should have stopped you honestly, but you seemed like you really really needed to just unwind" he took a bite of his food, and a drink of his juice before averting his gaze back over to Caleb "My name is Erythreus.. Erythreus Ailward." he added, and gave him the hint of a friendly smile. ""You were really bent out of shape over whoever it is you're grieving over so much, and after you expressed your concern for animals in cages, I did the only thing my drunken mind could conjure up, to cheer you up" The Aspect chuckled before taking another bite or two from his eggs and beacon. "You don't remember going into the animal shelter with me to free to animals in it?" he finished off, figuring he'd let Caleb catch up to the few questions he had already asked before loading him with more questions. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"How are you feeling today?" Erythreus knew he likely felt the effects of the gin, and for that, he felt guilty, but it had taken his pain away last night.. even if that was worse than going through something and just allowing yourself to feel it. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9d/5e/e0/9d5ee021a6b67b15a39d057f335d34e8.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9d/5e/e0/9d5ee021a6b67b15a39d057f335d34e8.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-center"/></a></p> Apparently a part of grieving…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2020-01-22:6610746:Comment:3985172020-01-22T19:59:00.315Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
<p style="text-align: center;">Apparently a part of grieving was losing your inhibitions with strangers. Either it was his pain, or it was the gin. Caleb couldn't decide, frankly, because the truth was that he'd been very lonely. Even though he'd been in Evermore several weeks, it barely seemed like any time had passed. He barely left his room or his bed, apart to visit the graveyard. He saw Argent sometimes and the rest of the time was left to staring at walls and letting memories play in the…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Apparently a part of grieving was losing your inhibitions with strangers. Either it was his pain, or it was the gin. Caleb couldn't decide, frankly, because the truth was that he'd been very lonely. Even though he'd been in Evermore several weeks, it barely seemed like any time had passed. He barely left his room or his bed, apart to visit the graveyard. He saw Argent sometimes and the rest of the time was left to staring at walls and letting memories play in the back of his mind. Despite the fact that he wasn't proud of himself for stumbling backwards to the bottle, he was certainly aware that yesterday he had made a decision. He'd pressed play on his own life instead of sitting in the backseat and observing the earth spin around him. It was easy to do. There were people so important that when they left, it almost seemed like a part of himself was missing; but it was not. He was still there, still alive, still breathing. Only, that was part of the ugly trick of it all. He would have traded himself for Ava one thousand times if given the choice. Death, however, did not give options. It was a fact. A permanence. A state of being that he could not share with the one woman whom he'd vowed to share everything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Caleb calmly stared into the mirror as the puppy nipped at his feet. For everything that he felt inside, his exterior remained fairly still. He'd never been very good at crying, although rather dumbfoundingly, Erythreus had observed it. The previous day was a bit of a blur. He remembered the flowers...Tiger Lillies. Her favorite. But, the words he'd said were long gone, followed only by a general feeling of numbness like he'd been stung by a thousand bees. He was no stranger to using alcohol to avoid his emotions, but now he only wished he could bring them back. Anything seemed better than nothing at all.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He crouched down and gently scratched the puppy between his ears, quickly rewarded with warm licks all over his hands. It was rewarding. He could see why of all the dogs at the shelter, even with their poor judgement, they'd released this one. It was golden brown with green eyes and a cheerful yap. One moment, it bounced between the two of them and the next, paused to sniff the bacon which was golden brown and simmering on the oven. "Are you hungry, <em>mon petit chien</em>?"</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Despite not being very hungry, Caleb couldn't argue with the fact that he needed to eat. Sometimes, during a struggle, all that mattered was putting one foot in front of the other. He lifted himself onto a barstool and accepted his breakfast, still quiet to the other figure in the room. It was an old habit to wake up around others whose name he'd forgotten. It was one that he'd hoped to never need again, but sometimes self at worst surfaces old crutches. As he worked on the eggs, Caleb was slow to recall the details. "I remember...the flowers, the grass. The cages. The dog. But, I'm sorry. I don't remember. Who are you?" </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/2e6eea059466a31bfa393b20df6a9b83/9372726405554520-1d/s540x810/72b72668f62ed478b1e913dea9485d9f08cbfd7a.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/2e6eea059466a31bfa393b20df6a9b83/9372726405554520-1d/s540x810/72b72668f62ed478b1e913dea9485d9f08cbfd7a.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-center"/></a></p> Oh boy, what had he done? Tha…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2019-12-14:6610746:Comment:3948972019-12-14T02:02:45.086Z✓ Erythreus Ailward ~Admin~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/FR
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/SillyDisguisedIggypops-max-1mb.gif" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" src="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/SillyDisguisedIggypops-max-1mb.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x"></img></a> Oh boy, what had he done? That had been the last thought to enter the Aspects mind as he recalled releasing all the shelters dogs for the sake of making a very grief-stricken man, happy. Caleb seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, and when he had allowed himself to feel the effects of alcohol, it'd been the first moment that…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/SillyDisguisedIggypops-max-1mb.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/SillyDisguisedIggypops-max-1mb.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>Oh boy, what had he done? That had been the last thought to enter the Aspects mind as he recalled releasing all the shelters dogs for the sake of making a very grief-stricken man, happy. Caleb seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, and when he had allowed himself to feel the effects of alcohol, it'd been the first moment that Erythreus had seen some relief on his features, which could only make anyone happy if they saw how much pain Caleb had just by looking in his eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He couldn't contain his laughter with how Caleb had held a conversation with the pups they released. In a way, it was thrilling for Ery as well. Not so much because he was drunk, but because he hadn't never really lived outside of his duties as The Aspect of Death. He chuckled at Caleb explaining what booze did to him "Really? I would have never guessed" he teased a little, because he could see how drinking effected Caleb. He was just grateful that it made him sleepy, rather than angry. Erythreus had encountered plenty of angry drunks in his time. He assumed Caleb was going to take the golden lab with him, because it clung to Caleb's side, even if the furball was a little lazy. In that moment, the Aspect had finally found himself a compaion as well. He had been telling Serena before she left the city, that he wanted a dog, and his own house. At least right now, he could fulfill one wish. Hed have a dog.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">After picking up the brown under weight pit bull, the Aspect chuckled as it happily licked his cheek. Though it was gross, he couldn't help but smile. "Chance" he muttered, naming his dog right there on the spot, because he and Caleb both were taking a huge chance in getting in trouble for doing this. And stealing dogs? Well that hadn't even been part of the plan at all, and made it an even riskier chance, but it was one worth taking if they got out of here without getting busted.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Ery had only just stirred awake himself, and not by choice, but by a small brown puppy who sat on his chest staring down at him barking. It had barked until the Aspect opened his eyes. "We can't be having this. If you wanna be part of my life, you must let me sleep until I decide I wanna wake up" Ery picked Chance up, and sat him down on the bed as he rose to his feet. It had certainly been an entertaining night, and he wasn't sure if Caleb was even in the manor still. Either way, after he brushed his teeth and got dressed, the Aspect closed the door to his room, so that Chance didn't go destroying the manor. He'd have to inform his siblings about Chance's arrival to the manor later. "Can't believe I stole a dog" he scolded himself a little before realizing Caleb was standing in front of a mirror in the long hallway.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"How'd you sleep" he asked curiously, as he approached slowly, because the human seemed lost at thought. "We can go <a href="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/CheapMiserlyFowl-small.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/CheapMiserlyFowl-small.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right"/></a>eat if you're hungry.Then after that, I wanna show you something" the Aspect smiled and gave the human a nod. He had been debating on it for a bit now. If reaching out to Calebs lost lover would grant him some closure, then he didn't mind doing so. Everyone wanted that. Closure. And since Ery would never have it for himself, it was always a nice gift to give to others, and truth be told, Caleb had really grew on him. Erythreus chuckled at Caleb's hair, "Wild night. You know I brought one of the dogs home with me?" he asked, wondering how far Caleb's memory would go back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"></p> Caleb had to admit that in th…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2019-10-20:6610746:Comment:3898022019-10-20T14:48:15.235Z✓ Caleb Eli Segal ~Mod~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/CalebSegal
<p class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1">Caleb had to admit that in this situation the easier thing to do was deflect and not thing about everything racing through him and when it came down it cuddly animals could be one of the best distractions known to man kind. They were bright and numerous, the exact opposite of everything he was going through. The Frenchman crouched down on the floor next to the eight dogs that had been released into the yard of the adoption center. There…</span></p>
<p class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1">Caleb had to admit that in this situation the easier thing to do was deflect and not thing about everything racing through him and when it came down it cuddly animals could be one of the best distractions known to man kind. They were bright and numerous, the exact opposite of everything he was going through. The Frenchman crouched down on the floor next to the eight dogs that had been released into the yard of the adoption center. There were a few puppies, but also several older dogs who appeared to have seen some things. One of the most quiet was stubbornly positioned away from the crowd and had his back to the two young men. “Bonjour...” Caleb stretched his hand out, only to be met with a quick sniff and a sigh of dejection. It was a very depressed dog. Even in his semi-drunk state, he could see that. “I am Caleb. I am a human. I like dogs, though. Dogs are good.”</span></p>
<p class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1">The dog didn’t look at him again, but Caleb pursed his lips. He could be stubborn too. Planting himself next to the</span> <span class="s1">Labrador, he was ready to wait. “What do you think happened to him?” Animals had stories just like humans and just like them, too, they weren’t always happy. He reached out and let the puppy sniff him,</span> <span class="s1">as an appropriately cautious greeting. With a whine, the golden colored puppy flopped down beside him more interested in napping than talking.</span> <span class="s1">It had been recently bathed, but not thoroughly as there was still dirt behind the ears and paws. Caleb scratched them anyway. He’d almost be content to go to sleep right there on the floor of the pound.</span><span class="s1">As he yawned, Caleb noticed Ery’s curious gaze. “Whaat?” He drawled, slowly shrugging his shoulders. “Drinking makes me...eh, what is that word,</span> <em><span class="s2">endormi</span></em><span class="s1">...a </span><span class="s1">sleepyhead.”</span></p>
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<p class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1">His head was pounding and despite the lights being dim, they seemed quite bright; but as he moved, finding himself on the couch in the living room of the Ailward’s home, Caleb found a warm animal snuggled up in the crook of his arm. It was the golden retriever puppy, properly bathed it looked like a new dog. He rubbed his eyes, trying to guess the time of day. It had only been a few years since he stopped drinking, but the zombie like effects remained. Only waking up next to a dog instead of a naked stranger was a relief in more ways than one. </span><span class="s1">However, as he looked around the room, which was empty, Caleb had to admit that it had been nice to take a break from everything that had been happening. He was sure the guilt would catch up with him before long, but right now he just wanted to stay under a throw blanket with a dog and pretend his problems didn’t exist, but the smell of breakfast was wafting in from the kitchen and as much as he wanted to hide from the world the smell of food was fairly enticing, even during a hangover. In fact, maybe bacon and eggs sounded like the perfect cure for a hangover. Either way, they weren’t resistible to Caleb. He sat up slowly and led the doggy sleeping on the couch cushions. His clothes were terribly wrinkled from the day before and his hair was sight unseen. As he caught a glimpse of himself in a hallway mirror, he cringed. “Ouf...I am not doing that again.” </span></p>
<p class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1">Ava had been headstrong in her determination to help him overcome his drinking problems that had built up during his college years and looking in the mirror, he could see why. He looked like a ghost. She’d been so persistent in the person he was and even more so the person she knew he could become that he never doubted it for himself. A half smiled crept on his face before disappearing. He missed her. She was always keeping him at his best and he kept her from rushing head first into danger...until.</span></p>
<p class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Caleb closed his eyes. Breakfast. He would like that. </p>
<p class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/3671241973?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/3671241973?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-center" style="padding: 5px;"/></a></p> It hadn't really ever dawned…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2019-08-26:6610746:Comment:3831882019-08-26T01:25:03.973Z✓ Erythreus Ailward ~Admin~https://eternalcityrp.com/profile/FR
<p style="text-align: center;">It hadn't really ever dawned on Erythreus that a non drinking person would be so easily tainted by one sip. In fact, the slur in Caleb's voice was something Ery wasn't even familiar with. As an immortal being, Erythreus rarely found himself slurring, staggering, or acting drunk. It took the Aspect of Death a lot of time, and a lot of alcohol to reach that state. Not to say he had never been drunk. Erythreus often aimed for just that. Drinking was a waste if you…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It hadn't really ever dawned on Erythreus that a non drinking person would be so easily tainted by one sip. In fact, the slur in Caleb's voice was something Ery wasn't even familiar with. As an immortal being, Erythreus rarely found himself slurring, staggering, or acting drunk. It took the Aspect of Death a lot of time, and a lot of alcohol to reach that state. Not to say he had never been drunk. Erythreus often aimed for just that. Drinking was a waste if you weren't doing it to numb the pain of some harsh reality you were living through. One never simply drank alcohol for the taste, it was horrific. But, the brooding Aspect never went a day without so much as his flask to accompany him. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">For a moment, all he could do is snicker. This wasn't funny by any means. But, getting to see Caleb a little tipsy somehow brightened the Aspects night a little. He would of course watch out for him and keep him safe now that it was his fault for Caleb's altered state of mind. But, Ery didn't like to see anyone grieve as much as he'd seen Caleb grieve. If a little alcohol could take that kind of pain, even if only for a little bit, then Erythreus would happily assist with that. It was nice to see Caleb talking for once, about something other than how much he missed the woman he visited every night here at the cemetery. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Ery's gaze averted to the sky, where Caleb seemed to have found something interesting to look at. While Ery saw nothing, Caleb obviously found himself a sad dog to look at. Chuckling Erythreus nodded at the male, amused; especially when Caleb said he seemed like a dog person. Did he truly? Ery had never really thought much into it, about what kind of animals he liked, but he supposed if he was going to pick an animal for himself, then yes, it would definitely be a dog. So he decided to go along with what Caleb was saying for the moment. "I definitely am." he said in response, before nodding at his question "You mean the ones that play the really sad piano music?" he asked, having remembered seeing that commercial a time or two in the manor while one of his sisters watched modern day TV. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Erythreus didn't watch TV, and he was a total failure when it came to modern day technology. Hell, he didn't even know how to turn a tv on, and had nearly crashed a computer at the library, which led to asking for Alva's help, now he had awaited Iris's help, because he didn't know how to activate the cell phone he'd bought for himself. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Snapping out of thought, Erythreus leaned back on the grass, propping his weight on his elbows, before letting his head fall back so he could get a better look of the sky. Erythreus side eyed him, struggling to not laugh, was this Caleb, or the alcohol? He felt bad to think this might be the alcohol talking. But then again, what was there to feel bad about? Even now, Caleb was a gentle natured, humble person, who just wanted answers. Erythreus put a hand on Caleb's shoulder as he sat up straight, and turned to face him "I'm sure they are being fed. And, most of them go to good homes." he expressed, hoping that would ease the human's mind just a little. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Erytrheus watched as he took the flask again, thankful for his own reflexes as he reach over to tip the flask upward, as it began pouring down Caleb's chest. "Dude" the Aspect said, chuckling a little, but he now knew he needed to help him, and felt like an ass because of Caleb being a little too buzzed. When Caleb stood, Erythreus did as well, with his arms outstretched, ready to catch him. Ery sighed as Caleb fell against him, but as the beastly tall Aspect positioned Caleb's arm to wrap around his neck, he began walking him where ever his heart desired, and only realized, he was doing something nice for Caleb, as their short walk, landed them at the animal shelter. Ery fiddled in his pocket, and pulled his pocket knife out, picking the lock easily. His eyes nearly popped out though to see the larger dogs stirring awake. IF they let all of these dogs lose, they'd surely lose a few limbs tonight, so his idea, was to help Caleb free a few of the smaller dogs. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Glancing to the not so sober human, Ery shook his head "You only live once right?" he asked, before eyeing the door, silently praying they didn't get caught. </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">To put it frankly, Caleb wasn't and had never been much of a crier. He preferred to hide his feelings or if he had to talk over them with someone, but sometimes things were just overwhelming and when words failed, the body had a natural way of finding relief. That didn't mean he didn't have to like it, only that it was his current reality. However, he wasn't much liking most of his current reality, so it wasn't as if crying was going to change things. The…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">To put it frankly, Caleb wasn't and had never been much of a crier. He preferred to hide his feelings or if he had to talk over them with someone, but sometimes things were just overwhelming and when words failed, the body had a natural way of finding relief. That didn't mean he didn't have to like it, only that it was his current reality. However, he wasn't much liking most of his current reality, so it wasn't as if crying was going to change things. The twenty-five year old found himself anchored to the grass like a small child who's parent had suddenly disappeared from their eyes and found things spinning out of control. Everything was spinning: the sky, the grave stones, and the flowers he'd placed only moments ago. In some ways, the world changing from bright and beautiful to colorful blobs liked mixed paint on a palette was a relief. He could finally rest his eyes. The whiskey slowly bleeding into his system was a lot stronger than he remembered, but it had been three and a half years since he stopped drinking. Salt stung on his face where he'd persistently rubbed tears away for weeks, and he could taste it on his tongue as the slipped downwards. Perhaps, if one had to choose either living with loss or living in a semi-conscious state, Caleb could see why he'd once chosen this. It was a bit of a struggle to speak without slurring his words, but if he talked slowly, it seemed to do the trick.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">As Caleb looked up at the blurry fuzz of clouds, he swore one of them looked like a gloomy dog. It was frowning at him with all the despair he'd ever seen. Why had he never adopted a dog? "You seem like a dog person. Have you ever seen thos...those commercials with sad dogs?"</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Erythreus was rather blurry too, but Caleb didn't really mind. "Those...ones with sad dogs in shelters?" All he could think about was how they needed to go to the nearest dog shelter and let them out right away. It might be impulsive, but it seemed important, too. "How do people even cope knowing there are dogs to adopt? Life isn't fair to them. They have no home. No humans. No....dog food."</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Sure, it wasn't the most pleasant thing to think about how many homeless dogs there were in Evermore, let alone the world, but it was a lot less painful than thinking about what he was really breaking his heart. Caleb took another swig of the whiskey, certain that half of it was spilling as he tried to direct the flask to his mouth.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">The thought nearly reached home, but he looked up at Ery and the dogs decorating the clouds, and took a took another drink. No, she'd only be disappointed that they weren't rescuing the puppies. That was all. Caleb stood up, his legs taking noodle status for a few seconds before he found support in the tall Aspect beside him. Ava was not dead, not today. He knew that this wasn't actually her grave. And with that, he could hold onto some hope that she was a still alive, even if it was fruitless and stupid and may hurt him down the road. Today, they were all going to get a dog. Several, if he was allowed. "Allonsy!"</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Erythreus watched him for a moment, as he seemed to study Ery’s features, possibly trying to figure out where he’d saw Ery, as much as Ery had been standing here trying to figure out where he’d seen Caleb, but that much was clear now. It was just trying to figure out why he’d been in the manor, that nagged at Ery. As Caleb rubbed his temples, the Aspect looked away, he could only wonder what caused him to do that so often. It seemed…</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Erythreus watched him for a moment, as he seemed to study Ery’s features, possibly trying to figure out where he’d saw Ery, as much as Ery had been standing here trying to figure out where he’d seen Caleb, but that much was clear now. It was just trying to figure out why he’d been in the manor, that nagged at Ery. As Caleb rubbed his temples, the Aspect looked away, he could only wonder what caused him to do that so often. It seemed that there was a much bigger story to Caleb than Ery realized. Erythreus also caught how his lip trembled a little, knowing he was just mere inches away from opening the flood gates, letting the tears flow, that he’d fought every single night he had visited this particular name-less grave. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ery gestured for Caleb to keep the flask; he’d grab it before they parted ways, or he’d just buy himself a new one next time he went to the liquor store, because if anyone needed some liquid courage right now, it was definitely Caleb. He watcjed as he swallowed his first sip, seemingly his first drink in ages with the way her shuttered to the taste of whiskey. Ery grinned, but his features changed to one that wouldn’t be disrespectful when Caleb finally started speaking of who laid below. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb sported black circles underneath his eyes, and he struggled to stand up straight. The Aspect watched, saddened by the sight before him. It wasn’t every day he approached those who came to grieve by a loved ones grave. Caleb was just someone who seemed like he needed someone, and to be frank, Erythreus kind of needed someone too. Ery’s reflexes caused him to throw an arm out “I know it may be awkward, but lean on me if you need to” he suggested, giving a faint smile before nodding to drive his point home, that he didn’t mind at all. Instead, Caleb had sat down on the grass, and with that Erythreus did too, giving him a side glance.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">“I’m sorry you lost her” he then said, knowing how much Ery himself hated those very words ‘i’m sorry for your loss’ was such shit, at least to Erythreus. However, he knew that sometimes it was literally the only thing people could say, and it was a gesture of kindness sometimes.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">It just seemed silly to Ery though, for someone to say sorry for your loss, as if it was their fault in some type of way. Erythreus frowned a little to hear him say he didn’t feel like himself. “It’s okay” was the only thing he could conjure up. But moments later, the tears that had began slipping from the others eyes, seemed like a breaking point, sadly, a breaking point that Caleb needed. Holding it all in, usually turned you into a monster, and that much Erythreus had lived through, experiencing it first hand. When Venetus and the others found him, Erythreus was no more than an animal torn from humanity by the cruelty he’d faced for so many years. And, after being taught how to live again, being executed and brought back as an Aspect, Erythreus had made a vow to be better, and to help those who couldn’t help themselves. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb was no exception to that. And for whatever reason, Caleb tugged at a piece of Ery’s heart, that he thought he no longer had. He wanted to help Caleb. He may not know why as of right now, all that he knew was that he needed / had to. “Can you walk?” he asked, while reaching over, placing his palm on Caleb’s shoulder, After giving it a gentle squeeze to let him know he wasn’t alone, the Aspect glanced to the cross. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he then questioned. First thing was first though, if Caleb could walk, Erythreus would be taking him some place isolated for him to eat.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The Aspect knew of a few decent places here in the city they could go for the isolation, he was sure the last thing Caleb needed was a bunch of people staring at him for how heartbroken he appeared. The next thing on Ery’s mind, was something he’d wait for Caleb to ask him once he knew the extent of Ery’s abilties and who he really was. Everyone deserved to say goodbye, and Erythreus would have been more than happy to make that happen for Caleb in due time.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Erythreus Ailward. Caleb ran the name over in his head. He didn’t recognize it, although the face it belonged to was vaguely familiar. Perhaps he was there on that not so distant day that Caleb had awoken on the sofa surrounded by strangers and a lack of memories. After that, only Argent had stayed for very long and he’d slept for almost two days. The next several weeks were fuzzy in his mind;…</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Erythreus Ailward. Caleb ran the name over in his head. He didn’t recognize it, although the face it belonged to was vaguely familiar. Perhaps he was there on that not so distant day that Caleb had awoken on the sofa surrounded by strangers and a lack of memories. After that, only Argent had stayed for very long and he’d slept for almost two days. The next several weeks were fuzzy in his mind; Caleb knee that the concussion he suffered still played with his memory and very often made his brain hurt. The young man rubbed his temples with his forefingers, as a sharp pain inches behind his eyes. In truth, he didn’t mind the conversation, not entirely. If it kept him from spreading tears on Ava’s grave, he was glad for the company. Already, Caleb’s blue eyes were wet and dangerously close to spilling over. He only managed to disguise the tremble of his upper body by wrapping his arms around himself and playing it cool. Hopefully, it wasn’t too noticeable. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">He appreciated the gesture of the flask. Despite not usually being much, if anything, of a drinker, right now Caleb would do almost anything to get away from the feeling that his heart was being torn out of his body. He took a swallow of the drink and frowned as the whiskey burned his throat. Supposedly, one built up a tolerance over time. His own was not that good. Even though he was fluent in English and had spoken it since he was ten years old, the only mental response that fired back to the other’s questions was a babble of French that was difficult even for himself to understand in his own mind. Caleb couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d made sure he slept a full night or ate more than a bag of potato chips. He was trying to be human, but it didn’t feel like he was doing a very good job. “I...” That was English. One word at a time. “She was my fiancée. Ava...” </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">It was too much. Caleb wasn’t sure he’d spoken her name apart from in sleep, in weeks. He couldn’t answer the rest of the questions. Hearing the three letters formed together made his head spin. Along with the lack of rest and real food, he reached out for something to steady himself and ended up grabbing onto the cross.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-weight: 400;">I must seem like a total mess. </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb thought to himself. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-weight: 400;">Why am I still trying to do this? </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The young blonde had to force himself to sit in the grass, or he knew he’d fall over in front of a possible stranger. He was already enough of a disaster. He didn’t need to add fainting to the list. There was a quiet shuffle as someone knelt down beside him. Whoever the Ailwards were; they were kinder than a lot of people that Caleb had come in contact with. “Pardon.” He looked up. Despite being 5’11, this Erythreus was still taller than him, and certainly much more muscular. “I...do not feel like myself.” </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">He hadn’t felt like himself for months. Not since that phone call on the last night he thought she was alive. It had only been a mere few weeks before the wedding and they already lived together. Already, lived through the highs and lows of life...together. Now, a critical piece of who he’d built himself upon was missing. Dead, really, though he barely dared to think it. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Caleb squeezed his eyes shut, closing out the blue sky and everything else. If he couldn’t see the world, maybe it did not have to be real; but no matter how much he closed his eyes or clenched his teeth, the pain that gnawed inside his chest would not relent. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">He couldn’t - he could not do this anymore. Not without her. Despite that he knew the other wouldn’t understand everything he was feeling splayed from his lips, in French, as the tears slipped down his cheeks...one by one.</span></p>
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