The Lalafell gripped the piece of parchment tightly within one hand as he barged through one of the doors into the home he shared with him. He stopped short when he noticed it. The place was empty. The feel of what he'd come to call home was... not the same. Things were still the same but not.
Kage absentmindedly fed the little baby opo-opo he'd found a few days ago when he was depressed in La Noscea. He searched the atrium and the large bed. He didn't find who he was looking for.
He knew he wouldn't.
But he had promised. He said he wasn't going to leave again. He said he'd include him. They were a family right? A "tribe" he'd said.
And this. Kage stared at the crumpled parchment he still gripped. He closed his eyes as he balled it up and threw it into the fireplace with a cry of anguish. His back hit the wall lightly, his armor digging into his back as he slowly slid down against it. He knew what he would have to do. What was called of him. Here in Ul'dah.
"Twelve be damned, Kayah!"
It was only then when Kage realized that he was sobbing.
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A few suns later and the Lalafell's mood was getting surlier each sun. He had snapped at a patron in the Quicksand while he was drinking and he hadn't been home.
I don't think I can do this anymore. The words rang through his mind each time. Whatever this was, was left unsaid.
In the inn room, Kage took a look at his surcoat and armor with a drooped gaze for a second before he closed his eyes. A clenched fist trembled around a couple of linkpearls before he dropped them to the floor and crushed them. He opened his eyes to look once more at the surcoat before donning his armor and grabbing his equipment.
Maybe just leave everything.
He leaned his head against the cool surface of a wall in the room. A large shaky sigh escaped him as he stood up straight. He took a deep breath of air before exiting the room with a slight glance at the parchment left on the desk.
Maybe this really isn't the life I am meant to live.
If he didn't have this, perhaps an extended visit to Jajara really was in order.
Or maybe it would be a permanent one.
Kage absentmindedly fed the little baby opo-opo he'd found a few days ago when he was depressed in La Noscea. He searched the atrium and the large bed. He didn't find who he was looking for.
He knew he wouldn't.
But he had promised. He said he wasn't going to leave again. He said he'd include him. They were a family right? A "tribe" he'd said.
And this. Kage stared at the crumpled parchment he still gripped. He closed his eyes as he balled it up and threw it into the fireplace with a cry of anguish. His back hit the wall lightly, his armor digging into his back as he slowly slid down against it. He knew what he would have to do. What was called of him. Here in Ul'dah.
"Twelve be damned, Kayah!"
It was only then when Kage realized that he was sobbing.
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A few suns later and the Lalafell's mood was getting surlier each sun. He had snapped at a patron in the Quicksand while he was drinking and he hadn't been home.
I don't think I can do this anymore. The words rang through his mind each time. Whatever this was, was left unsaid.
In the inn room, Kage took a look at his surcoat and armor with a drooped gaze for a second before he closed his eyes. A clenched fist trembled around a couple of linkpearls before he dropped them to the floor and crushed them. He opened his eyes to look once more at the surcoat before donning his armor and grabbing his equipment.
Maybe just leave everything.
He leaned his head against the cool surface of a wall in the room. A large shaky sigh escaped him as he stood up straight. He took a deep breath of air before exiting the room with a slight glance at the parchment left on the desk.
Maybe this really isn't the life I am meant to live.
If he didn't have this, perhaps an extended visit to Jajara really was in order.
Or maybe it would be a permanent one.
