[ CLOSED ] These are my confessions

[blackscales]

WHO: Wrathion, Wei Wuxian, Marcos, Anduin
WHEN: Early March, Mid March, and toward the end!
WHERE: Ke-Waihu Burial Grounds & Wrathion's farmhouse accommodation
WHAT: Curse breaking, Healing
WARNINGS: Talk of death, grieving, some discussion of fantasy-esque-wounds. Depression Vibes. More TBC, there's plenty of places this nonsense could go


Atonement is something that had been on Wrathion's mind well before they arrived in Ke-Waihu.

He has, after all, much to atone for: Wrathion is not unaware of his own sins. He wears them like heavy chains around his neck, visible to all who know him.

A black dragon. A betrayer, someone who turned on the only friend he had. A schemer. A risk.

Reputations like that are hard to wash away, yet Wrathion has tried.

Everything he has done has been to atone. For his actions, for his family's actions, for his actions toward his family.

For the damage that cannot be undone.

Now, on top of that, he has been asked to atone for others.

Frustration crawls under his skin, a tingling desire to do something about this. To protest it, to reject the additional burden --

Yet it seems rejection is not an option, not if they wish to continue on with this little group. Not if they wish to follow it until it reveals the path home.

Wrathion is not a dragon used to humbling himself on behalf of others, he's still new to do it himself. He can try, though.

Comments

[chosenbylight]

It is the middle of the day, but Anduin can tell that Wrathion is tired. Can hear it in his voice, and sense it in the way he has tugged him in close. Not that Anduin is complaining, by any means. Just that -- he doesn't suppose Wrathion would be giving into such temptations nearly as much, if he were not exhausted.

"Ah, yes," Anduin murmurs, moving to snake an arm around Wrathion's middle in return. "I suppose I have seen him around, now and again."

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "That house... It almost feels as though we have half the village sneaking in, at times."

[blackscales]

Half the village?

"The terrible hardships of popularity. Whatever will you do, graced with all those visitors eager to absorb your wisdom."

Truly, life is hard. Wrathion hums in contentment, absorbing the warmth of Anduin and the waves of relief they're both feeling.

"I have yet to have anything to eat," he admits finally, "perhaps you could join me for something?"

If he has no other plans, that is.

[chosenbylight]

Anduin hums softly in agreement.

"I'd like that," he says. And he would. He does not know the last time they have spent time together, just the two of them, without having some larger concern on their minds. It would be nice, for just this once, to spend some time together. To catch a moment of peace in each others' company, before everything starts to come to a head.

"I am sure they can manage without me at the house for the one day," he adds, with the flick of his lips. "Do you have anything particular in mind?"

[blackscales]

"The choices are limited, but I believe there is some rice porridge. I could set out the jihui board."

Eating, playing, idly enjoying each other's company. It feels some time since they have done that for the sake of it, rather than to take their mind off worse things. A brief reprieve, he is sure, but a welcome one all the same.

[chosenbylight]

"Just because I grew up in a palace does not mean I don't appreciate good, simple food," Anduin teases gently, offering his companion a soft smile.

He tightens his arm around Wrathion's waist, holding him close for a moment longer before turning to face him more directly, before elaborating, "Good, simple food, good company, and I'd certainly be interested in that game of jihui if you are offering."

He cocks his head to the side, raising his eyebrows in question.

"Shall we make a day of it?"

[blackscales]

There's a strange sort of sensation building up in Wrathion's chest as Anduin holds him tighter, teases him, asks him if they can spend the day together.

An electric, freeing sort of sensation. An aching relief, yet a pleasurable one.

"I can think of nothing else I'd rather do," he admits.