Cost of Conflict

[ziggyplayedguitar]

They had been in contact on and off since Hiroki left. It wasn't direct messages but typed things or words, mostly from Allura, to Ziggy from the Atlas. He hated hearing about the war and the devastation. It made him feel heart sick and he did his best to hide the depression that was sneaking in. He finally understood what Tommy meant when he said that living among humans, even on the periphery, caused madness. This was it, right now. The worry and the constant sense of foreboding that started to hang over him as the weeks dragged on. He isolated himself, paced the floors and couldn't concentrate. Every passing hour made it feel worse.

Eventually, Tommy came to him with the same sense eating away at his mind. Tommy and Ziggy were polar opposites, like yin and yang but something they did share was the burden of seeing the future. Nothing was clear for either of them but they sat together in a quiet room under the weight of a creeping doom. They didn't eat or drink for days, nor speak. Then the urge to move came for both of them.

They walked in silence out to the depressions in the ground where the ATLAS had stood before it departed. The two staring into the sky. This was the place that the pain lingered and the foreboding felt the strongest. Nothing was clear. It all felt like a thick, black wall had come down somewhere with some horror behind it but the Antheans could neither see the wall nor what lay behind it. They knew it was there.

Tommy's eyes narrowed at the clouds as he concentrated. “The portal....”

“What portal?” Ziggy came up beside and tried to stare in the same direction. He saw nothing but the doomed feeling was starting to constrict on his heart. “The ATLAS?”

His sense of the future was not as in tune as Tommy. Ziggy was just a baby by comparison with weak legs like a toddler taking his first steps beside a marathon runner with perfect grace. He suddenly gripped onto Tommy's arm so hard that the other Anthean's attention finally came to him and away from the sky.

“It's gone.” He stated with his usual emotionally flat tone. “There's no passage anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Ziggy's voice came out shrill because, despite the fact his mind hadn't caught up, his senses and heart knew exactly what it meant. Knew and wouldn't... refused to believe.

“There's no way for them to return.” Tommy stared at the boy and his pleading eyes but there was nothing he could do. “The Nexus must have shifted or the Witch?... Yes, maybe her.”

An eternity felt like it passed while he stared at Tommy. His insides felt hollow and filled to bursting at the same time. It was a crushing, manic feeling rising up inside of him. “NO!” He screamed it at Tommy, in Anthean and high as his alien voice could go.

The pitch was enough to cause the elder Anthean to shake his head at the jabbing pain it caused his eardrums. The child was going to break again. The little pieces were already coming apart and tumbling away like the tears welling up in his eyes. Tommy did the only thing he could. He called to Tom so he could collect his child. He hadn't been here with the family yet when the young man died but it left Tommy wondering if dead was better or worse than alive but permanently out of reach. He had wondered that enough about his own wife when he was trapped on Earth and he felt like she was dead or had hope she was alive. Sometimes he felt both at the same time. Though Tommy rarely felt anything anymore, in this moment he felt pity for the child clinging to him desperately, still screaming no over and over again.

His eyes turned away when he heard the car. Heard it long before he could see it and sensed the worry on the man driving it. There were no comforting words in this moment, not for anyone in the family. It was a loss and people couldn't be replaced. You couldn't fly off to a new planet and find peace when things were destroyed. That was what made people unique and impossibly dangerous. They could not be substituted or replaced.

Tommy pulled away as Tom came to their side. A human could deal with this more than Tommy could. The emotional connections would be there. Emotions he couldn't convey or share, though inside he felt them like pins in his own heart. Tom gave him a pleading look and all he could do was shake his head. His mind was strong but he didn't have the power to see across the distance without the portal. He couldn't contact them.

Ziggy had collapsed to the ground by now. The gold and red that decorated his face streaked and smudged together. Drips of color hit and spread on the human's pant legs as he cradled the boy in a way he probably hadn't since he was still pouch bound. Eventually, even Tommy was moved by the familial bond and sat down beside them to stroke the child's hair. It was tragic but Tommy knew he would survive.

Tom not only looked helpless but his emotions were in disarray. Worry and panic pulling at him. Tommy could see the images in the human's mind of finding him before, overdosing and trying to die. Antheans were resilient. To see how far loss at pushed him, how close to death he had gone before, was a worthwhile concern.

“We should go home.” Tommy told him plainly. “He and I experienced visions of this place. Staying here will only continue to worsen his condition.”

“He's going to need others if he's to survive.” Antheans had not experienced death until the war, at least not in any memorable sense of time. This was one thing that they learned quickly. When a mate died the other would follow if no one was there. It was true of all bonds, even arranged marriages without love. One would be followed by the other. He wondered why that hadn't happened to him when he saw his wife dead in his visions. It was the only thing that made him question if it was a true vision or some horrible reality his stressed mind had produced. Either way, Ziggy would need support to pull through the loss. The mental bond was there and that would take the longest to heal. He might never stop reaching out for the human's mind, for his mates mind. It might drive him mad searching for it. Tommy found himself falling into an even more chaotic worry than the human had.

Tom nodded and picked Ziggy up. He walked away without a word. The human knew that Tommy would prefer to walk.

Walk he did. Tommy came to the house an hour after the incident and there was a wall of despair around the place. It felt like digging through damp soil to enter the house. Once the glass door opened the Anthean wailing hit his ears. The high death knell of their pain that was so rarely heard. Tommy had cried one out when he missed his people and found himself losing his mind. The unbearable loneliness. Each shriek seemed to be louder than the last. There was nothing to be done. He would have to exhaust himself and might wake to start this all over again.

He didn't head into the back room where the screams of pain emanated. Tom and Aletayria were already by his side. None of them were going to be the right one to end the cries. They would all have to wait. Tommy instead went to Ziggy's pinpoint and sent out messages to those closest to the child. Maybe one of them could bring the pain under control, maybe all of them together? Tommy couldn't be sure but his own senses were already fraying under the onslaught. All he could do was sit on the chair in the living room and stare blankly at the outside while the sounds rolled over him like tidal waves.

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[hellomajortom]

Tommy sees the young elf come in but doesn't impede his progress. The truth is that this is exhausting Tommy, both Ziggy's emotions and his own, but with Aletayria taking a break he doesn't feel right abandoning Tom with the child. Tom can hold his own but the potential for something coming up he is unprepared for is too high. Tommy will give him directions back to the spare room if he needs it though.

This room is usually Ziggy's room to play piano, and Tom to on occasion, though there is a bed and a few other things that suggest this room is an office, music room, and spare bedroom. It's decorated in teal and bright orange, which is very Anthean. Tom is on the bed looking exhausted after hours of screaming but he's still holding Ziggy. There's a bottle of gin there but they've had no luck getting him to drink any. Telltale by the smashed glass, glasses? against the one wall. Tom had given up and just let the wailing go on.

Ziggy has a death grip on his father with his face buried in the side of his suit jacket. Tom gives the elf a sympathetic and grateful look but with all the noise he's not even going to try and speak until Rondo is closer.

[coffee_elf]

This isn't enough, is Rondo's first worried thought. Three family members isn't enough; they're all going to be exhausted within hours. He knows he is far from Ziggy's only friend, and there will be others, but will even that be sufficient? He needs a hospital, but no human hospital would be safe for him.

At least he's in the Nexus. Thank whatever gods there might be for that. They wouldn't know what to do with this on Earth; he's sure of that.

He comes close, hesitant and afraid, but necessity makes him drop his wariness aside; he strengthens the shields around his little serpents, then climbs up to Ziggy's other side and leans into him, putting his arms around him.

"You're exhausted," he tells Tom. "How long has he been like this?"

And then: "Ziggy? It's Rondo. Can you hear me? I'm here, sweetheart."

[hellomajortom]

If Tom thought about a hospital right now he might have a heart attack. He's spent too long being fearful of them on Ziggy's behalf. What could they do that they aren't here? Maybe a soundproof room?

"The dread, a few days. The screaming, a few hours." Tom says quickly but there's relief in seeing someone else here to comfort Ziggy. There were others but they came and went as their health needed. Maybe Tom was just a glutton for punishment but it was more a father's reluctance to abandon an injured child.

Rondo's voice does cause a hiccup in the screaming. A moment of uneasy silence before another cry breaks. This one is quieter because he's exhausted and momentarily distracted by the presence with them. He lets go of Tom and lays down on the bed, feet in his father's lap, head in Rondo's and curled up into a tight and tiny, for his height, fetal ball. Hands over his head and the cries coming with sobs interspersed. Tom feels like it makes them louder now that there are soft sobs punctuated by deafening cries.

"It's more than heartache." He tells Rondo, assuming that Tommy told him something of what was happening like he had the others. "He has to break the mental and emotional bonding."

Tom had one of those with his wife and he couldn't imagine breaking it. He might lose his mind if someone tried.

[coffee_elf]

Having never been in a hospital himself, Rondo may be a bit ignorant in this area. Then again, there are mage's hospitals on Arraka'ar specifically for serious magical ailments that affect emotional health on this scale. But he's never been to one.

"I've never seen anything like this," he admits to Tom, but it says something about him that he's not fleeing. His ears are flat, expressive of his discomfort and worry, but when Ziggy rests his head in his lap, he doesn't hesitate to make space for him and run his fingers through his hair.

On some intuitive level, though, he understands what he means by breaking the mental bonding. Elves don't have the empathic abilities of Antheans, but magic makes it make more sense to him than it might to a human. He worries his lip and considers for a moment, then calls up his own magic, shaping a few soft little orbs of bluish light, which float over Ziggy and brush against him here and there, like fairy kisses. He's not sure how much he can do without harming the man's own natural mental and emotional processes--possibly he has to go through this the hard way--but at least maybe the brush of magic will feel like another person there. Maybe it will distract him a little, and maybe it will make him feel less alone.

[hellomajortom]

"I've only heard stories about it." Tom admits while laying his hands on his child's thigh. He's getting to tired to think or the noise had driven his thoughts out. "They're immortal and not made for loss."

It was a simplistic, but true, assessment of the problem. Tom watches the orb but he trusts the elf. This isn't the first time he's seen him around. To Ziggy whose eyes are pressed tightly shut as he tries to block out everything, the orb feels like other hands, more touch, which is relaxing. It would take time for him to be right again but he hasn't even made it to thoughts of recovery yet.

"Thank you for coming." Tom finally says. "There are others but no one seems to be able to stay long before they need a break." His eyes flicker to the booze bottle. "It sounds stupid but if we can get him to drink it will help. Gin helps them sleep and calms their emotions. He keeps refusing."

Tom looked at the pile of shattered glass, violently refusing, but maybe the elf would have better luck than they had so far.

[coffee_elf]

"That seems counterintuitive," Rondo murmurs to himself. "You'd think someone immortal would see...more change. But maybe not so much in one another."

The magic seems welcome, even if the positive impact is minimal, so Rondo keeps it up, letting the orbs warm up a little, to skin-temperature, as they touch Ziggy. He'd wrap him up in magic, but he's afraid that would feel too confining. The last thing Ziggy needs is to have a panic response triggered.

"My mental shielding is pretty strong," Rondo says. "I can feel the pressure on it, but I think I can hold up for a long time. So as long as I don't fall asleep or need to use the bathroom, I can stay a while."

"...Is gin the only thing that can do that?" He eyes the bottle with a little frown. It's weird, but if that's the best way to help Ziggy, he's game to try. "It's some kind of alcohol, isn't it?"

[hellomajortom]

"I'm not sure a dead planet full of immortals sees much change." Tom shrugs and looks down at Ziggy with a frown threatening to overcome his neutral expression. "Ziggy is a child still too. He's a teenager by their standards."

Tom had thought about this before and worried over it. It was like a 16 year old's first crush, devastating when it broke but made worse with telepathy and empathy and adult level commitment. It was somehow the most destructive parts of a teen and an adult relationship.

"It will tone down if he sleeps but I don't know how he's going to wake up." Tom lets out a sighing breath. He knew too well the distress of sleeping alone after getting used to someone else's presence. It was just one more thing his son was going to have to weather.

"Their physiology is different than a human. I think it's the juniper in it?" Tom wasn't sure but it felt right scientifically. "It's alcohol but their bodies process it a lot better than humans do. Our painkillers increase their sensitivity to pain. Our sleeping medication gives them migraines. Ziggy has more of his mother's physiology than mine. "

There's another glass if the elf wants to try again. Tom couldn't keep up the support and the attempts to force him to drink. One had to give.

[coffee_elf]

"We're about the same age, I think. Proportionally. I'm only just considered an adult, myself. I'm 82."

He eyes the gin bottle with a thoughtful hum. "I only ever had human liquor at his album party. Ours is similar but made with different plants, I guess."

Small hands smooth Ziggy's hair, and then with a gesture, Rondo brings one of the orbs closer to Ziggy's face, letting it touch his lips, like a light kiss. "It's just me," he tells him. "I'm here with you, okay, Ziggy?"

If he'll accept a kiss, Rondo has an idea of how to get him to swallow a little gin.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"He's mentally, not quite an adult yet. He has several years before most Antheans would be eligible to marry or live alone." Tom let him go though because he was part human. That and who was going to stop Ziggy?

"They don't really have alcohol. A mildly intoxicating fruit drink for special occasions but nothing like humans do."

The brush on his lips does cut off the wailing because it surprised Ziggy. The sound that came out wasn't pain but surprise. He stops for a moment to look up. Tom and Aletayria had wrestled his contacts out earlier and the eyes that look up at Rondo are solid, bright, sky blue with narrow snake eye slits. The left one just a shade darker than the right. Both right now are ringed in bright red flesh from all the crying and screaming and rubbing at them.

They stare for a moment and then he turns away again. His breath is heavy but the screams seem to have stopped. There are still quiet sobs shaking his body.

[coffee_elf]

"You and I should chat more some time, maybe?" Rondo suggests to Tom, without looking up from Ziggy. "It might be easier for me to learn about their culture from a human perspective."

Obviously, that's not on the books for today, though.

He catches his breath as the wailing stops, and seems afraid to let it out as Ziggy reacts, those bright blue eyes meeting his. "Oh, wow," he whispers, more to himself than to Ziggy, struck by the image. The snakes in his shirt pockets are resting now, but Oloreth's little nose can just be seen beside Rondo's collar.

"Hey, you," he says to Ziggy with a sad smile. "There you are. You're gonna be stuck with me for a while."

He bends down and kisses his cheek, then reaches out for the bottle. "I don't want to trick you, so I'm going to tell you what I'm doing. Your dad says this will help, so I can either help you drink it from the bottle, or put some in my mouth and kiss you 'till you swallow it. Your call."

It's hard to tell whether he's coherent enough to parse all of what Rondo's saying, but he's positive he recognizes him, and that his presence is helping at least a little.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

Tom knows that's not for today but smiles anyway. "You're always welcome here."

He'd helped Hiroki and Minoru with the madness of being around his child. The elf might as well benefit too. Antheans were unique and finding your way through how they existed was difficult when you had to fumble.

"I took out his contacts." Tom says quietly as soon as he realizes why the elf is a little startled. Tom will help get the bottle if it is too far out of reach. The elf is very short he suddenly notices and through the sadness there's a wave of amusement. He'd thought the difference between him and his wife was a lot.

Ziggy had wanted Rondo to touch him for so long and now he didn't know. He laid there with his head in his lap thinking but not listening. The only words that seemed to filter in was 'kiss you'. A curious gaze returns to the elf's face as he tries to understand what is going on. As much as everyone else is exhausted, so is Ziggy but his mind is fried but his body is wide awake. It was a difficulty Antheans experienced because of their metabolism.

Ziggy shifts around to turn over and rest his cheek against Rondo's abdomen and wraps his arms all the way around him like he's some kind of pillow.

[coffee_elf]

"I didn't know he wore contacts," Rondo says. "I guess it's to protect his eyes, but gods, they're pretty."

"You do know you're pretty, right?" He leans down to murmur to Ziggy, since he seems to be getting a good response from talking to him. "I think you must."

And then all of a sudden he's enveloped in long, slender but surprisingly strong arms, and he makes a wordless exclamation of surprise. And then he gives a watery laugh, because it's sweet and touching to be cuddled so close, but he's still worried as hell.

"Yeah," he says. "Hi there." His kissing plan is not going to work if Ziggy's clinging to him like a snake to a branch, but he can be patient. He's not wailing any longer, so that has to be an improvement.

He smiles a little at Tom and gives an awkward shrug, accepting the bottle. "Good thing I bribed my roommate to cover for me. I'm not going anywhere for a while, it seems."

"But this is comfortable." He ruffles Ziggy's hair gently.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"To look human." Tom corrects. "My kind burned Thomas' to his eyes." He frowns deeply feeling the guilt over the behavior of his species. He didn't want to be human any more sometimes.

"Will you be ok with him for a minute?" He looks at the way Ziggy is clinging and quiet finally as a good sign. "I need to stretch my legs and get something for my head."

Headache wasn't even a strong enough word. A break would be good.

Ziggy still doesn't have words and honestly, his throat is raw and angry from all the screaming. However, in the overwhelming pressure of pain and sorrow there's a flicker of his emotions telling Rondo he's missed him.

Tom does laugh at the scene and shakes his head. "I see he likes you." Ziggy didn't cling like that to everyone so Tommy made a good choice calling the elf. With his mind Tom suspected Tommy knew exactly who to call for maximum effect. "I can turn up the heat in the room for your companions if they need it."

Tom had not missed the snakes but animals were part of his life now. The cats had all went into hiding when they brought Ziggy in but they were here somewhere. Ziggy just buries himself farther into the embrace when his hair is touched. He's trying to parse things internally but the empty feeling is there like a black void inside and this keeps him from focusing on that too much. It hurt, that void inside. His eyes are open and watching Rondo closely, focusing on something other that the weight and emptiness.

[coffee_elf]

"That's awful," Rondo looks a Tom with wide, startled eyes. "I'm so sorry."

That explains a lot about Tommy, though certainly not everything. Rondo realizes he has a lot to learn about this family still. And now isn't the best time for questions.

"Absolutely," Rondo says. "I'll be fine. If I need help, I can text someone on PINpoint, or call with magic." All the empaths in the house, he suspects he could alert someone easily enough. "Get something to eat too, or at least some water."

"A little more heat would be good," he says. "They're all right close to my skin but it's better for them to be warmer."

Once Tom is gone, he turns back to Ziggy, looking down, trying to meet his eyes. The little orbs are floating around them again, and one alights on Ziggy's hip and rests there.

"Hey," he says, and strokes his cheek. "You don't have to talk unless you want to. I'm sorry. School keeps me awfully busy. I'll try to be around more. I missed you, too."

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"It was a long time ago now." Tom felt bad for shocking Rondo but he should know the truth if he's this close to Ziggy. "I should. Do you want me to bring you anything when I return?"

Tom is limping when he stands because his legs are asleep and painfully full of pins and needles. He'd sat there way too long. He hobbles over to the temperature control for the room. With Antheans here he had installed for each room to be controllable on its own. He raises it up to 70 which is warm but not uncomfortable for his kid then leaves them to some privacy.

His eyes are swollen and burning, less visible is his throat feeling the same. He touches his throat briefly and turns to telepathy to save him one more pain to endure. "I don't know what to do."

He can't look at Rondo any more and his eyes close for a minute as he tries to think but everything hurts, even his body from the stress.

[coffee_elf]

He's only a little shocked, really. He's heard plenty of stories of human brutality toward his own species. It just seems a little rude to mention that now. He shakes his head in polite refusal of anything. He might want water later, but he's fine for the moment, and with Ziggy clinging so close he might just spill it if he's given a cup.

He opens his mind to the telepathy carefully, adjusting his mental shields to block out some of the emotional bleedover while still permitting communication. Sometimes there's a fine line between communicating emotion wordlessly and influencing someone else with it, and he saw that at Ziggy's own concert. It won't help either of them if Rondo gets depressed.

Still, there is an innate telepathic ability in his species, and his response is confident and fluid. "You don't have to know what to do right now. It's like being sick. You just have to be, and keep being for a while, and let that be enough. Maybe it doesn't feel like something you can heal from right now, but you have people that want to help, and we'll hang on with you."

One of the orbs brushes across his forehead, like a hand smoothing back his hair or checking him for fever.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"I feel sick." Ziggy admits because he has no other way to explain it. Though he's never really been sick, he has helped his father through the flu and this feels like that. Overheated, sore, queasy, headachey.

Ziggy just groans about how he feels but at least he doesn't feel the need to scream anymore. Maybe because it hurts to scream now. As the orb brushes across his forehead, he lights up, a soft glow from the area usually covered in the thick gold make up. It was one of the reasons he wore it, but now most of that make up was ground into Tom's shirt leaving his forehead bare. Ziggy isn't really aware of it right now but Rondo, with his alignment to magic, may realize that is an open spot, vulnerable and inviting. Ziggy's third eye, to use a human term though neither an eye or something on his physical body, was a manifestation of his mental and spiritual energy. Warm and kind to the touch.

[coffee_elf]

"I know." A wordless sense of sympathy accompanies the verbal telepathy, careful and reserved to avoid bleedover, but meant with affection.

Once again, Ziggy's surprised him. He can feel as well as see the glimmer of energy through the touch of his magic and Ziggy's forehead. He doesn't gasp this time, but he makes a soft murmuring noise. The warmth and openness make sense, upon reflection. That's certainly what Ziggy's personality has always been like, in Rondo's experience. A little childish, sometimes, but evidently he's only adolescent, so that makes sense.

"Your father thought drinking a little might help you. Can you do that now?" He's still not willing to press the point, if Ziggy refuses, but Tom seemed so worried, and so caring even in his exhaustion, Rondo imagines he knows what he's talking about.

"If not, I may be able to do a painkilling spell, at least."

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"I don't want anything." He presses his face into Rondo instinctively but it really brings home the idea that Ziggy is refusing. Part of it is the nausea he's feeling from the strain and emotional exhaustion. There's also a lingering feeling that the pain is all he has left and, right now anyway, he's clinging to that pain.

The fetal ball he's in is starting to hurt too. He relaxes more out of necessity than desire. Then he's shifting to sit up and woozy. His hand coming to his head because he feel dizzy and a heavy throbbing in his temple. "I need to lay down"

There's intention with those words coming in; both a sense that Ziggy needs to stretch out and that he wants Rondo to stay. When his eyes open they're glowing slightly now too, like his forehead. It's not something Ziggy can control but comes and goes as it pleases with his emotions. Hiroki, being a spirit, had pulled that part of him wide open and now it was floundering without direction. The slightest brush of magic waking it up. Normally he would reach out when it happened but right now he's so closed down spiritually that it is there without anything more.

[coffee_elf]

"You're not ready yet?" Having never experienced grief on this level, Rondo can't quite comprehend, but he can meet Ziggy halfway. "That's okay. But I think your dad needs rest pretty bad, so I'll stay with you here and hopefully he can get some sleep."

Rondo will wear out eventually, too, but right now he's physically comfortable, if still worried. When Ziggy sits up, he reaches out to put hands on his shoulders to support him. "You're gonna get dehydrated too, if you're not careful," he murmurs, but if he's not ready to drink gin, maybe he's not ready to drink water, either.

Switching back to telepathy, he nods and puts one of his hands under Ziggy's chin. "I'm staying. I paid off my dorm-mates to cover for me, so it'll be days before anyone wonders where I went. You want me to be a pillow or stretch out with you? I have snakes in my shirt and I don't want to squish them, but otherwise I'm flexible."

[ziggyplayedguitar]

Ziggy nods slightly to the comments about his father. He had felt him leave the room earlier.

His eyes focus on Rondo while he's sitting up. They're red and puffy. His hair probably a mess too but he can't think about any of that like he usually would. He shakes off the offer again. "Not for weeks."

Maybe sooner with all the crying but his constitution would be enough for awhile. He was afraid he might vomit if he drank anything. Moving was close enough to feeling that way already.

The hands feel nice and he leans into them. His telepathy opening like he's about to speak and then just shuts down. He's perplexed for a moment, even through the pain and exhaustion.

"Snakes in your shirt?" He's so confused but also exhausted beyond belief. He pulls away to lay down if only because he has to or fall over. He reaches out for Rondo but his mind is still so confused. "Snakes?"

It's not making sense to him. The emotional drain partially at fault but also the sentence was so incongruous. Eventually, he says something else but in his telepathic sounds the question about the snakes is still lingering.

"Lay down with me." All the usual flirt and spunk are absent from the request. He's more needy than anything else, more like a child even at this moment than he usually is.

[coffee_elf]

Rondo is relieved to hear that Ziggy can hold up for weeks without water, although it's also a little alarming. He really needs to learn more about Anthean culture and biology. He blinks, concerned by the shutdown in communication, but actually gives a little smile when he realizes what's caused the confusion. If it weren't such a dire situation, it would be funny.

"Here, relax a minute...I'll show you them. They're almost like my pets, except they're too intelligent to be pets. Companions." Maybe the extra company will help?

He stretches out beside Ziggy, giving the hatchlings a moment to readjust their position in his clothing. It's warmer now, so Oloreth, the bolder of the two, creeps out of his collar and settles on his shoulder. There is a glamour over the wings, but Ziggy may be able to perceive or see through it.

Rondo puts his arms around Ziggy obligingly, holding him as close as he wants to be. "I met someone named Lucifer in the Nexus, and Leviathan, and they sent these two hatchlings to live with me. They were both giant serpents with wings when I met them, but Lucifer changed into..." Pause. Blink. He just made the visual connection.

"Uh...he looked a lot like you, actually." That's weird. Now it's Rondo's turn to look confused, but only mildly so. "Anyway, the brown one is Oloreth, and the blue one is Oshaan, but I think she's more sensitive to the cold, so she may not come out for a bit."

[ziggyplayedguitar]

Ziggy has no choice but to relax at this point. The exhaustion has him laying down now and he doesn't want to get up. Even with the explanation he can't get his head around what is going on. Rondo carries around snakes in his shirt?

Even though the words had been said several times, for some reason he's still not expecting snakes to crawl out of his collar. However, he doesn't flinch, simply watches.

Gently he tucks an arm under Rondo so he can lay on his shoulder if he wants while they cuddle. His eyes are on the snakes though.

"I've met Lucifer. Dorian introduced us a long while ago. I think it was before I met you." He can't remember clearly right not but the snakes are a good distraction. He leans in to Rondo, struggling a little to arrange a pillow under his head without jostling the snakes. Antheans have a natural like of animals that Ziggy shares. "Dad is still uncomfortable with the devil looking like us."

Which was still funny even if Ziggy didn't have the energy or head space for laughter. Instead he turns his mind back to the snakes. It is getting hard to keep his eyes open and that slowness translates into his telepathy. "Will my coldness hurt them?"

His naturally lower body temperature might not be the best for something coldblooded. He has no way of knowing though since he's only even had cats as pets.

[coffee_elf]

Poor Ziggy. Rondo can tell he's not in the best mental place to absorb any conversation at all, but refusing to try explaining isn't going to make him feel any better, so he feels compelled to at least try. He accepts the implicit offer to snuggle up to him, grateful for the trust and hoping body-contact will help.

"He seemed kind. I have no idea what the devil means. Is it because humans are scared of snakes? They're sacred, on Arraka'ar. Sometimes dangerous, but winged serpents were how we used to depict the forces of creation."

He cranes his neck to kiss Ziggy's cheek a couple times, just soft, light affection. "I can keep them warm. They won't want to crawl on you much, but you won't hurt them."

[ziggyplayedguitar]

Ziggy is grateful for the contact. He sorely missed it before his partner was taken from him. Now that need was far greater and the tiny elf fits in his arms just right as far as the rockstar is concerned.

"Dad... dad used to follow the religion where Lucifer was evil." Ziggy pauses to pull a blanket up over them both. Somewhere deep in his mind it is an automatic action done on so many evenings when he laid down sleepless with his tired partner. "Lucifer is a creator, too."

The words may not be verbal but there is a sense of sleepy mumbling to the telepathy. Ziggy kisses Rondo's forehead in return. "I like animals."

A long pause passes as Ziggy curls up, pressing his cheek to the top of Rondo's head. "The cats.....I need to take care of the cats."

He was talking about his own at the townhouse but he's too exhausted to do much about it. They should be fine for a day anyway.