vatheon | And the branches to hands (Open)

Who: Ky Kiske and OPEN
Where: The island
When: July 12th
What: Ky wakes from his coma, and needs a minder (or a sparring partner)
Style: Use what you're comfortable with.

Waking up from a sleep coma is never a pleasant experience: there's always the residual taste in his mouth, the fear that he's missed something that would have benefited from his presence, and the sinking fact that he's still in Vatheon, instead of where his duty truly dictates he ought to be. This time is worse (much worse, though Ky wouldn't acknowledge that part of it), because he'd woken up and found that not only had Sol gone posting to the SFC about science, of all things, but that when Ky tries to contact him he can't, in that particular way of the bubble letting people know someone has gone.

He can't figure out if he should be glad or not about the news, knowing what Sol might do in their world, but he also can't stay in his apartment and think about that, so he doesn't.

He grabs Fuuraiken and heads for the island instead, to run through some sword forms, to try to find reassurance in the constancy of magic and the sharpness of the blade.

He finds himself having to stop frequently, more out of shape by the coma than he'd thought. Or perhaps he should have eaten something before heading straight to do this, but he needs to keep his mind off of Sol being gone. He stumbles in a step, takes a breath, and tries to keep going.

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Ky danced back from the swipe instead of blocking it, less effort that way, and then brought his sword up to clash with Johnny's blade once it was devoid of the force it had started. He tore back his swing partway through, though, stepping back and dropping his blade.

He didn't want to be scolded, not like this, not by Johnny. (Not by anyone, but at least he was used to a certain tone of it from Sol.)

"I just woke up from a coma and I'm missing a week and a half of my life because I was asleep. Even if that's considered normal here, it's not healthy, even beyond the fact that I already knew I stayed at the whim of the city, I don't like to be reminded that I wake at its whim as well." Or that other people could leave, and he was still here, and it wasn't right to say that he missed Sol, because it wasn't that sort of interaction. Sol had never given him anything while he was around anyway.

Johnny stared at Ky a long moment before dropping his blade and letting it flake away into nothing. Ky had been affected by this place's comas before and, as far as Johnny was aware, he'd never been this effected by it; usually he just picked up and moved on to be the busy-body he was.

The vampire took a step closer to his friend, his expression showing a bit of the concern he'd been feeling. "What's wrong, Ky? That can't be all it is."

It got worse every time: that loss of control and the knowledge that he'd missed something and not been missed, that his unconsciousness was barely even noticed, or an excuse to ask questions about science.

Ky took a step back, reflexively, and kept his own blade at his side.

"It's not anything that can be changed either way, just...don't give me a hard time about it."

A flicker of annoyance crossed Johnny's expression.

"I'm not going to give you a hard time, Ky, I just want to know what's bothering you."

He resisted the urge to say something snappish about friends caring about each other and Ky having forgotten that while he was sleeping. It wasn't the blond's fault Johnny's patience was worn a little thin these days.

Ky let his face go resolute, because he was certain that telling Johnny would really help.

"I don't really understand it myself," he said, because he knew the cause of his annoyance with Sol, but there was more than that at play, because being annoyed at Sol was a continual state for him.

Johnny tempered his annoyance and patched his patience. If Ky was willing to not make this difficult, Johnny had no reason to be short with him. He spread his hands out in a welcoming gesture, an invitation for Ky to go on.

"Well, try and explain it and maybe it will be easier to understand."

"Sol's gone." Saying it like that made it feel petty and insignificant, and Ky supposed that that was only right. "Back to our world, I imagine."

Ky shrugged, let his hands hang at his side. "I imagine that that should make things here easier." But he was fairly certain that it wouldn't, even if he couldn't understand how.

Johnny offered a look of sympathy, he was well acquainted with people from home leaving this place; leaving you behind.

"He's still your friend though, even if you know he's back home, that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Still, at least you know you will see each other again! How knows, he may even return someday, that happens sometimes." Rayfell had come back two times before finally leaving, seemingly, for good.

"He's not," Ky said, emotions coming to front easily right now, "Not my friend." And Ky knew he certainly wasn't Sol's. An annoyance, little else, and Sol was just so much wasted potential, someone who could be making more of a difference and yet refused to.

"Which is why this doesn't matter." Ky was far more exasperated with himself than Johnny at the moment. All things passed, and if Sol's time in Vatheon were over, it was't like that really ought to matter.

A certain Shakespeare line from Hamlet flitted through the vampire's mind and he gave Ky a curious look. "No? It seems to me it matters to you quite a bit..." Or else Ky wouldn't be pushing himself so much, sort of like when Dizzy vanished, nor did Johnny think he would be protesting quite so much.

It was intriguing and, unfortunately for Ky, that just meant Johnny wanted to poke at it more.

Ky shook his head, body stiff. "I don't know where you're getting that impression from. Sol wasn't someone who was at all concerned about making an impact here." And that meant he shouldn't have made one.

Simple enough, right?

"Perhaps. But just because we try not to make an impact doesn't mean we succeed. For example: we met once, yet I remember him. And he's from your world, so he's left one with you too."

He smirked a bit at the blond. "Why are you trying so hard to convince yourself it doesn't matter? It won't make you feel any differently."

Ky lifted his eyebrows at Johnny in what was a genuine sort of confusion -- he couldn't help that his own emotions confused and sometimes overwhelmed him -- and shook his head.

"Why does it matter to you what I do or don't feel? I would think that I know that best."

Johnny put both his hands up as if in defense. You couldn't push Ky into anything, he knew that by now. It was better to suggest and then let it sit, the man would come to his own conclusions.

Of course, there was one thing Ky never seemed to understand when it came to Johnny's motives and that made the vampire give a wry smile. "Because you're my friend and I care. Same reason for all the other times I go poking into your business."

"I would think the polite thing would be to not make a deal out of something that ought not to be one." Like Sol's disappearance. Ky was handling it, or what little there was to handle.

Ky made a face. "Or do you think you would be better served if I made more of your business my own?" Not that Ky wasn't already noisy, but that was...purely professional interest.

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