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Adrestus knew that changes around him were going to be threatening his life style. The easiest choice, in his opinion, would be to continue sailing for the rest of his life. He could find Sokari, create an even bigger business for his family and stay on the sea that he loved so dearly. He didn’t want a fancy lifestyle living in the courts as a Baron, he wanted his life style. His choice. But it was never going to be that easy, and he didn’t exactly have an answer for what his choice was. He was leaning towards sailing, because again, it was the easiest. Adre was not stupid; he understood that his family was reliant on him that he would go back home, and stay back home. He was heir, his brothers wouldn’t be as ready as he, and well… it’d be easier on his family if he gave up the sailing life entirely. It was was he was born to do. Everything was complicated.
He had gotten his ship after the incident where he had lost Sokari, his crew, and he had been sailing to almost all of the kingdoms trading goods and doing business. Things were not the same without Sokari, and he wasn’t about to give up on him, but it was starting to get lonely. He could sense that his family might want him to go back to Athena, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to reunite with an old friend, one that wasn’t lost, and try to clear his head just a little. Timaeus. When all three were still traveling together, they were inseparable, as if they were brothers. He remembered like it was yesterday- Tim standing with him, along with Sokari who was touching his shoulder and smiling, and laughing. They were younger then, but knew everything about each other, and well… Adrestus loved them both like family. But he hadn’t seen him since Tim went back due to his family needing him, and well by the gods he missed him. He knew exactly where he was. Well, not *where* exactly, but he had a few ideas.
He sailed towards Colchis, his crew following his orders and making sure the ship worked properly. They didn’t have much trouble getting to his kingdom, and once they got to port Adre couldn’t help himself but do a little business before looking for his friend. It was evening by the time he started walking into the lower levels of Midas. He knew he could start asking around, knowing who Tim’s family was, someone would probably know of him, but a part of him wanted to keep it a surprise. A surprise reunion.
Adrestus confidently entered into the tavern, a playful grin lingering on his face. His posture was straight and broad, his light white Chiton fitted to his waist dragging lightly across the floor. Even though his family was well off, and he probably afford more expensive clothing, he didn’t didn’t look like did. He didn’t see a point to it, especially while traveling. Adre's hair was cut back, his eyes as brown as timber yet looking a bit weary. He grinned over at the people who were in the tavern, though he didn’t see his friend. He wandered over to grab his beverage, and took a seat in waiting. Tim had to be somewhere.
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Adrestus knew that changes around him were going to be threatening his life style. The easiest choice, in his opinion, would be to continue sailing for the rest of his life. He could find Sokari, create an even bigger business for his family and stay on the sea that he loved so dearly. He didn’t want a fancy lifestyle living in the courts as a Baron, he wanted his life style. His choice. But it was never going to be that easy, and he didn’t exactly have an answer for what his choice was. He was leaning towards sailing, because again, it was the easiest. Adre was not stupid; he understood that his family was reliant on him that he would go back home, and stay back home. He was heir, his brothers wouldn’t be as ready as he, and well… it’d be easier on his family if he gave up the sailing life entirely. It was was he was born to do. Everything was complicated.
He had gotten his ship after the incident where he had lost Sokari, his crew, and he had been sailing to almost all of the kingdoms trading goods and doing business. Things were not the same without Sokari, and he wasn’t about to give up on him, but it was starting to get lonely. He could sense that his family might want him to go back to Athena, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to reunite with an old friend, one that wasn’t lost, and try to clear his head just a little. Timaeus. When all three were still traveling together, they were inseparable, as if they were brothers. He remembered like it was yesterday- Tim standing with him, along with Sokari who was touching his shoulder and smiling, and laughing. They were younger then, but knew everything about each other, and well… Adrestus loved them both like family. But he hadn’t seen him since Tim went back due to his family needing him, and well by the gods he missed him. He knew exactly where he was. Well, not *where* exactly, but he had a few ideas.
He sailed towards Colchis, his crew following his orders and making sure the ship worked properly. They didn’t have much trouble getting to his kingdom, and once they got to port Adre couldn’t help himself but do a little business before looking for his friend. It was evening by the time he started walking into the lower levels of Midas. He knew he could start asking around, knowing who Tim’s family was, someone would probably know of him, but a part of him wanted to keep it a surprise. A surprise reunion.
Adrestus confidently entered into the tavern, a playful grin lingering on his face. His posture was straight and broad, his light white Chiton fitted to his waist dragging lightly across the floor. Even though his family was well off, and he probably afford more expensive clothing, he didn’t didn’t look like did. He didn’t see a point to it, especially while traveling. Adre's hair was cut back, his eyes as brown as timber yet looking a bit weary. He grinned over at the people who were in the tavern, though he didn’t see his friend. He wandered over to grab his beverage, and took a seat in waiting. Tim had to be somewhere.
Adrestus knew that changes around him were going to be threatening his life style. The easiest choice, in his opinion, would be to continue sailing for the rest of his life. He could find Sokari, create an even bigger business for his family and stay on the sea that he loved so dearly. He didn’t want a fancy lifestyle living in the courts as a Baron, he wanted his life style. His choice. But it was never going to be that easy, and he didn’t exactly have an answer for what his choice was. He was leaning towards sailing, because again, it was the easiest. Adre was not stupid; he understood that his family was reliant on him that he would go back home, and stay back home. He was heir, his brothers wouldn’t be as ready as he, and well… it’d be easier on his family if he gave up the sailing life entirely. It was was he was born to do. Everything was complicated.
He had gotten his ship after the incident where he had lost Sokari, his crew, and he had been sailing to almost all of the kingdoms trading goods and doing business. Things were not the same without Sokari, and he wasn’t about to give up on him, but it was starting to get lonely. He could sense that his family might want him to go back to Athena, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to reunite with an old friend, one that wasn’t lost, and try to clear his head just a little. Timaeus. When all three were still traveling together, they were inseparable, as if they were brothers. He remembered like it was yesterday- Tim standing with him, along with Sokari who was touching his shoulder and smiling, and laughing. They were younger then, but knew everything about each other, and well… Adrestus loved them both like family. But he hadn’t seen him since Tim went back due to his family needing him, and well by the gods he missed him. He knew exactly where he was. Well, not *where* exactly, but he had a few ideas.
He sailed towards Colchis, his crew following his orders and making sure the ship worked properly. They didn’t have much trouble getting to his kingdom, and once they got to port Adre couldn’t help himself but do a little business before looking for his friend. It was evening by the time he started walking into the lower levels of Midas. He knew he could start asking around, knowing who Tim’s family was, someone would probably know of him, but a part of him wanted to keep it a surprise. A surprise reunion.
Adrestus confidently entered into the tavern, a playful grin lingering on his face. His posture was straight and broad, his light white Chiton fitted to his waist dragging lightly across the floor. Even though his family was well off, and he probably afford more expensive clothing, he didn’t didn’t look like did. He didn’t see a point to it, especially while traveling. Adre's hair was cut back, his eyes as brown as timber yet looking a bit weary. He grinned over at the people who were in the tavern, though he didn’t see his friend. He wandered over to grab his beverage, and took a seat in waiting. Tim had to be somewhere.
It was almost hard to believe that only a few short years ago, the current Baron of Eubocris had spent his days roaming the high seas. Every day, his biggest concern was whether or not he would be able to charm the prettiest girl in the next port they stopped in before his closest friends; Adrestus and Sokari. Nowadays… things where different. Timaeus was landlocked. Stuck in a land he always disliked, watching over people who hated him, and there wasn’t a chance for him to escape this dreary rock while he still lived and breathed.
Needless to say, the years had not been overly kind to Timaeus.
Granted, he still had his looks and if anything he had become a bit of late bloomer in that department. Long gone were the days of his unmanagable crop of curls, all cut short enough that they were wavier than anything. Plus, not to mention his beard was now fuller than it had ever been out on the high seas, encouraging him to keep it instead of shaving it off. Most impressively of all, though, his reintroduction into the army had filled out his figure. Over the course of a few short years of pouring everything, he had into training, so he wouldn’t have to tend to his grief, which had quickly turned him from a lean lad into a tank. So, perhaps it hadn’t been so bad in that regard.
However, what he had been through had changed him in other ways as well. He carried himself differently than he had as a teen. During their adventures, Timaeus had often found himself on the outside of the main friendship between Sokari and Adrestus due to his more quiet nature than the two of them. Back then it was a good kind of silence though, a simple product of his Colchian upbringing in comparison to the louder ones that the others had in their kingdoms. But this quiet changed. It was now somber, almost as if he was quietly bearing weight on his shoulders that he was straining under… and in many ways he was. Four years ago he never imagined that he would find himself being so young and being responsible for so many. He was the baron of Eubocris, head of Valaoritis, and Guardian of Arcanaes.
It took a toll on him.
Although very few in his life noticed it, he was certainly wearier than he had been all those years ago. There was a sort of sadness in his eyes that could only come from the grief he could never confront without the help of a goblet of wine and it was so hard to get one of those without having to worry about what he became with it.
That’s why Timaeus was actually in the bar that Adrestus had wandered into. His friend just probably not recognized him as not only had he changed so much, but he also went through an effort to conceal his identity. His riding cloak was drawn tight around his shoulders and its hood was draped over his face. He had seated himself in a corner, being smart enough to hide in the shadow of candlelight, but not dumb enough to turn his back to the door. However, that hardly did much good as he downed goblet after goblet, chasing away the memories of his father and brother, his worries about Io’s marriage and Sil’s escapades for just one night.
Either way, he had made it clear that he was a man who did not want to be approached.
His worried exterior began to soften by the time Adrestus had come through with a dirtied white chiton wrapped about him. The sheer flashiness of the color was enough to pull his gaze up and regard this stranger as he wandered into the tavern. It wasn’t every day that you saw someone wearing pure white after all, especially in a mining city like Midas as it was difficult to keep the fabric clean. However, the buzz of the alcohol churning in Timaeus’s stomach and the distraction offered by his glass being refilled tore his eyes away from this curious sight just long enough for Adrestus to settle into his own seat quite a ways away from the Baron who had once been his friend.
When the goblet was empty, Timaeus could get a decent look at this stranger. Although he wasn’t able to see perfectly, there was something decidedly off about this person. He wasn’t able to tell what it was though. Everything else about him seemed perfectly normal. From the way that he carried himself, to his haircut… there really wasn’t anything out of place. Yet… he just couldn’t let it go that there was something about this dude. It was almost like there was something pulling Timaeus towards him.
Emboldened by the drink, Timaeus decided not to wait for the worker to come around again as he had for most of the evening. Instead, he got up and wandered over to the bar himself. Leaning against it, he glanced back at the stranger, who he was now only a few feet away from.
When he locked eyes with him, there was a flash of recognition between them that shook Timaeus to his core. He could barely believe his eyes, they had to be playing tricks on him. How on earth could he just wander into the same tavern Timaeus was in, not when he hadn’t seen this man in four years.
It couldn’t be, could it?
Standing up to his full height, Timaeus shakily turned around asked in an almost uncharacteristically quiet voice, showing that he could barely believe what he was seeing for himself; “Adrestus? Is that you?”
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It was almost hard to believe that only a few short years ago, the current Baron of Eubocris had spent his days roaming the high seas. Every day, his biggest concern was whether or not he would be able to charm the prettiest girl in the next port they stopped in before his closest friends; Adrestus and Sokari. Nowadays… things where different. Timaeus was landlocked. Stuck in a land he always disliked, watching over people who hated him, and there wasn’t a chance for him to escape this dreary rock while he still lived and breathed.
Needless to say, the years had not been overly kind to Timaeus.
Granted, he still had his looks and if anything he had become a bit of late bloomer in that department. Long gone were the days of his unmanagable crop of curls, all cut short enough that they were wavier than anything. Plus, not to mention his beard was now fuller than it had ever been out on the high seas, encouraging him to keep it instead of shaving it off. Most impressively of all, though, his reintroduction into the army had filled out his figure. Over the course of a few short years of pouring everything, he had into training, so he wouldn’t have to tend to his grief, which had quickly turned him from a lean lad into a tank. So, perhaps it hadn’t been so bad in that regard.
However, what he had been through had changed him in other ways as well. He carried himself differently than he had as a teen. During their adventures, Timaeus had often found himself on the outside of the main friendship between Sokari and Adrestus due to his more quiet nature than the two of them. Back then it was a good kind of silence though, a simple product of his Colchian upbringing in comparison to the louder ones that the others had in their kingdoms. But this quiet changed. It was now somber, almost as if he was quietly bearing weight on his shoulders that he was straining under… and in many ways he was. Four years ago he never imagined that he would find himself being so young and being responsible for so many. He was the baron of Eubocris, head of Valaoritis, and Guardian of Arcanaes.
It took a toll on him.
Although very few in his life noticed it, he was certainly wearier than he had been all those years ago. There was a sort of sadness in his eyes that could only come from the grief he could never confront without the help of a goblet of wine and it was so hard to get one of those without having to worry about what he became with it.
That’s why Timaeus was actually in the bar that Adrestus had wandered into. His friend just probably not recognized him as not only had he changed so much, but he also went through an effort to conceal his identity. His riding cloak was drawn tight around his shoulders and its hood was draped over his face. He had seated himself in a corner, being smart enough to hide in the shadow of candlelight, but not dumb enough to turn his back to the door. However, that hardly did much good as he downed goblet after goblet, chasing away the memories of his father and brother, his worries about Io’s marriage and Sil’s escapades for just one night.
Either way, he had made it clear that he was a man who did not want to be approached.
His worried exterior began to soften by the time Adrestus had come through with a dirtied white chiton wrapped about him. The sheer flashiness of the color was enough to pull his gaze up and regard this stranger as he wandered into the tavern. It wasn’t every day that you saw someone wearing pure white after all, especially in a mining city like Midas as it was difficult to keep the fabric clean. However, the buzz of the alcohol churning in Timaeus’s stomach and the distraction offered by his glass being refilled tore his eyes away from this curious sight just long enough for Adrestus to settle into his own seat quite a ways away from the Baron who had once been his friend.
When the goblet was empty, Timaeus could get a decent look at this stranger. Although he wasn’t able to see perfectly, there was something decidedly off about this person. He wasn’t able to tell what it was though. Everything else about him seemed perfectly normal. From the way that he carried himself, to his haircut… there really wasn’t anything out of place. Yet… he just couldn’t let it go that there was something about this dude. It was almost like there was something pulling Timaeus towards him.
Emboldened by the drink, Timaeus decided not to wait for the worker to come around again as he had for most of the evening. Instead, he got up and wandered over to the bar himself. Leaning against it, he glanced back at the stranger, who he was now only a few feet away from.
When he locked eyes with him, there was a flash of recognition between them that shook Timaeus to his core. He could barely believe his eyes, they had to be playing tricks on him. How on earth could he just wander into the same tavern Timaeus was in, not when he hadn’t seen this man in four years.
It couldn’t be, could it?
Standing up to his full height, Timaeus shakily turned around asked in an almost uncharacteristically quiet voice, showing that he could barely believe what he was seeing for himself; “Adrestus? Is that you?”
It was almost hard to believe that only a few short years ago, the current Baron of Eubocris had spent his days roaming the high seas. Every day, his biggest concern was whether or not he would be able to charm the prettiest girl in the next port they stopped in before his closest friends; Adrestus and Sokari. Nowadays… things where different. Timaeus was landlocked. Stuck in a land he always disliked, watching over people who hated him, and there wasn’t a chance for him to escape this dreary rock while he still lived and breathed.
Needless to say, the years had not been overly kind to Timaeus.
Granted, he still had his looks and if anything he had become a bit of late bloomer in that department. Long gone were the days of his unmanagable crop of curls, all cut short enough that they were wavier than anything. Plus, not to mention his beard was now fuller than it had ever been out on the high seas, encouraging him to keep it instead of shaving it off. Most impressively of all, though, his reintroduction into the army had filled out his figure. Over the course of a few short years of pouring everything, he had into training, so he wouldn’t have to tend to his grief, which had quickly turned him from a lean lad into a tank. So, perhaps it hadn’t been so bad in that regard.
However, what he had been through had changed him in other ways as well. He carried himself differently than he had as a teen. During their adventures, Timaeus had often found himself on the outside of the main friendship between Sokari and Adrestus due to his more quiet nature than the two of them. Back then it was a good kind of silence though, a simple product of his Colchian upbringing in comparison to the louder ones that the others had in their kingdoms. But this quiet changed. It was now somber, almost as if he was quietly bearing weight on his shoulders that he was straining under… and in many ways he was. Four years ago he never imagined that he would find himself being so young and being responsible for so many. He was the baron of Eubocris, head of Valaoritis, and Guardian of Arcanaes.
It took a toll on him.
Although very few in his life noticed it, he was certainly wearier than he had been all those years ago. There was a sort of sadness in his eyes that could only come from the grief he could never confront without the help of a goblet of wine and it was so hard to get one of those without having to worry about what he became with it.
That’s why Timaeus was actually in the bar that Adrestus had wandered into. His friend just probably not recognized him as not only had he changed so much, but he also went through an effort to conceal his identity. His riding cloak was drawn tight around his shoulders and its hood was draped over his face. He had seated himself in a corner, being smart enough to hide in the shadow of candlelight, but not dumb enough to turn his back to the door. However, that hardly did much good as he downed goblet after goblet, chasing away the memories of his father and brother, his worries about Io’s marriage and Sil’s escapades for just one night.
Either way, he had made it clear that he was a man who did not want to be approached.
His worried exterior began to soften by the time Adrestus had come through with a dirtied white chiton wrapped about him. The sheer flashiness of the color was enough to pull his gaze up and regard this stranger as he wandered into the tavern. It wasn’t every day that you saw someone wearing pure white after all, especially in a mining city like Midas as it was difficult to keep the fabric clean. However, the buzz of the alcohol churning in Timaeus’s stomach and the distraction offered by his glass being refilled tore his eyes away from this curious sight just long enough for Adrestus to settle into his own seat quite a ways away from the Baron who had once been his friend.
When the goblet was empty, Timaeus could get a decent look at this stranger. Although he wasn’t able to see perfectly, there was something decidedly off about this person. He wasn’t able to tell what it was though. Everything else about him seemed perfectly normal. From the way that he carried himself, to his haircut… there really wasn’t anything out of place. Yet… he just couldn’t let it go that there was something about this dude. It was almost like there was something pulling Timaeus towards him.
Emboldened by the drink, Timaeus decided not to wait for the worker to come around again as he had for most of the evening. Instead, he got up and wandered over to the bar himself. Leaning against it, he glanced back at the stranger, who he was now only a few feet away from.
When he locked eyes with him, there was a flash of recognition between them that shook Timaeus to his core. He could barely believe his eyes, they had to be playing tricks on him. How on earth could he just wander into the same tavern Timaeus was in, not when he hadn’t seen this man in four years.
It couldn’t be, could it?
Standing up to his full height, Timaeus shakily turned around asked in an almost uncharacteristically quiet voice, showing that he could barely believe what he was seeing for himself; “Adrestus? Is that you?”
His best memories had been of sailing the seas with his two close friends, Sokari and Timaeus. It had been them against the world, and it was as if nothing could stop them. But of course, life eventually did, and they were no longer together. Timeaus went home, and well… Adrestus felt as if he had failed Sokari, it being his fault he had lost him during the battle. It was a while ago, but Adre thoughts haunted him as if it had been yesterday. He could still see Sokari’s face, still see him alive… well, he knew he was alive, but didn’t know in what condition, or where… Which made it so much harder to leave the high seas. What if Sokari was out there? Waiting for him to find him? If Adrestus gave up on him, he’d fail him again, a second time! If he didn’t go back to his family though it’d be as if he was failing his family. Nothing seemed like the right choice. It was as if a mountain was on his shoulders that he couldn’t shake off and well, his mind was getting foggy. It was overwhelming, and he could hardly bare it.
He wanted to see Timeaus. Not only to see an old friend, but he wanted to see him alive and doing well. He desperately hoped he was doing well, at least one of the three needed to make it out okay, after all of this. Then maybe there would be hope. Well, Adrestus was hopeful, but some days, well… He ended up in Midas, after doing some buisness- if he didn’t find his friend, it wouldn’t all be for naught. He walked into the bar, white chiton and all with a grin on his face. Timeaus had to be somewhere. But there was no harm in having a little to drink to ease himself! He didn’t recognize anyone in the bar, but he also didn’t look to closely as he rested himself into a seat and ordered himself a drink. He gripped his fingers against the drink once he was given it, and stared at the liquid casually before taking a sip. The coolness poured into his throat, and he savered the soothingness of the alcohol. If only something would make him forget- well no, even better, turn back time. He was recieding into his thoughts, not even noticing the hooded figure moving closer to him. Adrestus was in his world, his world, one that Sokari was alive and happy in.
He heard his name and he looked up and around, reaching up to smooth his hair back in confusion. His eyes locked on Timaeus, and for a secound, he was just as shocked as the other man. He saw those blue eyes, and knew it was his old friend. Adrestus gave a bright, vibrant smile, as if life was just put back into him. Adrestus gave a chuckle, and set his drink down. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, old man.” He spoke in a comical tone, obviously playing with the fact that Timaeus had grown older after he went his seperate way. It had been a while since Adrestus had last seen him, and while the cloak around Timaeus made it harder for him to see exactly all that had changed.
The Athenian still took a moment, narrowing his eyes, peering up and down his friend for a moment. After the moment passed though, he gave the same, childlike smile. Adre reached his hand out, grabbed Tim by the shoulder and pushed him playfully. “Tim,” He spoke more softly, more gently. He was alive- right here in front of him. Thank. Posiden. “I knew you were around here somewhere.” He laughed softly before getting up and wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulders, forcing him into a great big bear hug. Timeaus was safe. “What have you been up to, old friend?”
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His best memories had been of sailing the seas with his two close friends, Sokari and Timaeus. It had been them against the world, and it was as if nothing could stop them. But of course, life eventually did, and they were no longer together. Timeaus went home, and well… Adrestus felt as if he had failed Sokari, it being his fault he had lost him during the battle. It was a while ago, but Adre thoughts haunted him as if it had been yesterday. He could still see Sokari’s face, still see him alive… well, he knew he was alive, but didn’t know in what condition, or where… Which made it so much harder to leave the high seas. What if Sokari was out there? Waiting for him to find him? If Adrestus gave up on him, he’d fail him again, a second time! If he didn’t go back to his family though it’d be as if he was failing his family. Nothing seemed like the right choice. It was as if a mountain was on his shoulders that he couldn’t shake off and well, his mind was getting foggy. It was overwhelming, and he could hardly bare it.
He wanted to see Timeaus. Not only to see an old friend, but he wanted to see him alive and doing well. He desperately hoped he was doing well, at least one of the three needed to make it out okay, after all of this. Then maybe there would be hope. Well, Adrestus was hopeful, but some days, well… He ended up in Midas, after doing some buisness- if he didn’t find his friend, it wouldn’t all be for naught. He walked into the bar, white chiton and all with a grin on his face. Timeaus had to be somewhere. But there was no harm in having a little to drink to ease himself! He didn’t recognize anyone in the bar, but he also didn’t look to closely as he rested himself into a seat and ordered himself a drink. He gripped his fingers against the drink once he was given it, and stared at the liquid casually before taking a sip. The coolness poured into his throat, and he savered the soothingness of the alcohol. If only something would make him forget- well no, even better, turn back time. He was recieding into his thoughts, not even noticing the hooded figure moving closer to him. Adrestus was in his world, his world, one that Sokari was alive and happy in.
He heard his name and he looked up and around, reaching up to smooth his hair back in confusion. His eyes locked on Timaeus, and for a secound, he was just as shocked as the other man. He saw those blue eyes, and knew it was his old friend. Adrestus gave a bright, vibrant smile, as if life was just put back into him. Adrestus gave a chuckle, and set his drink down. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, old man.” He spoke in a comical tone, obviously playing with the fact that Timaeus had grown older after he went his seperate way. It had been a while since Adrestus had last seen him, and while the cloak around Timaeus made it harder for him to see exactly all that had changed.
The Athenian still took a moment, narrowing his eyes, peering up and down his friend for a moment. After the moment passed though, he gave the same, childlike smile. Adre reached his hand out, grabbed Tim by the shoulder and pushed him playfully. “Tim,” He spoke more softly, more gently. He was alive- right here in front of him. Thank. Posiden. “I knew you were around here somewhere.” He laughed softly before getting up and wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulders, forcing him into a great big bear hug. Timeaus was safe. “What have you been up to, old friend?”
His best memories had been of sailing the seas with his two close friends, Sokari and Timaeus. It had been them against the world, and it was as if nothing could stop them. But of course, life eventually did, and they were no longer together. Timeaus went home, and well… Adrestus felt as if he had failed Sokari, it being his fault he had lost him during the battle. It was a while ago, but Adre thoughts haunted him as if it had been yesterday. He could still see Sokari’s face, still see him alive… well, he knew he was alive, but didn’t know in what condition, or where… Which made it so much harder to leave the high seas. What if Sokari was out there? Waiting for him to find him? If Adrestus gave up on him, he’d fail him again, a second time! If he didn’t go back to his family though it’d be as if he was failing his family. Nothing seemed like the right choice. It was as if a mountain was on his shoulders that he couldn’t shake off and well, his mind was getting foggy. It was overwhelming, and he could hardly bare it.
He wanted to see Timeaus. Not only to see an old friend, but he wanted to see him alive and doing well. He desperately hoped he was doing well, at least one of the three needed to make it out okay, after all of this. Then maybe there would be hope. Well, Adrestus was hopeful, but some days, well… He ended up in Midas, after doing some buisness- if he didn’t find his friend, it wouldn’t all be for naught. He walked into the bar, white chiton and all with a grin on his face. Timeaus had to be somewhere. But there was no harm in having a little to drink to ease himself! He didn’t recognize anyone in the bar, but he also didn’t look to closely as he rested himself into a seat and ordered himself a drink. He gripped his fingers against the drink once he was given it, and stared at the liquid casually before taking a sip. The coolness poured into his throat, and he savered the soothingness of the alcohol. If only something would make him forget- well no, even better, turn back time. He was recieding into his thoughts, not even noticing the hooded figure moving closer to him. Adrestus was in his world, his world, one that Sokari was alive and happy in.
He heard his name and he looked up and around, reaching up to smooth his hair back in confusion. His eyes locked on Timaeus, and for a secound, he was just as shocked as the other man. He saw those blue eyes, and knew it was his old friend. Adrestus gave a bright, vibrant smile, as if life was just put back into him. Adrestus gave a chuckle, and set his drink down. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, old man.” He spoke in a comical tone, obviously playing with the fact that Timaeus had grown older after he went his seperate way. It had been a while since Adrestus had last seen him, and while the cloak around Timaeus made it harder for him to see exactly all that had changed.
The Athenian still took a moment, narrowing his eyes, peering up and down his friend for a moment. After the moment passed though, he gave the same, childlike smile. Adre reached his hand out, grabbed Tim by the shoulder and pushed him playfully. “Tim,” He spoke more softly, more gently. He was alive- right here in front of him. Thank. Posiden. “I knew you were around here somewhere.” He laughed softly before getting up and wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulders, forcing him into a great big bear hug. Timeaus was safe. “What have you been up to, old friend?”
When the stranger turned around at the sound of his name, confirming his identity, Timaeus’s heart lit up so much that for a moment that he thought he could sing. Adrestus was here! Timaeus had never thought that he would see the man who he once called his dearest friend ever again and yet here he was! Before Tim’s very eyes! “ Oh gods, be good! How on earth did you manage to wash up on this sorry rock!” Timaeus exclaimed in glee as he sat his drink down and resisted the urge to pull the man into a hug… at least for the moment. After all, he was so elated that he might honestly crush the poor kid to death.
Always up to no-good, Adrestus returned the greeting with a teasing quip, aimed at Timaeus’s surprise. Self-consciously, Timaeus reached up to the few gray streaks that were forming at the front of his hairline when Adrestus called him old. It wasn’t done with any thought and as soon as the Colchian realized what he was doing, he pulled his hand away. It was too late though and it was clearly a sign of how the years had not been the kindest to Timaeus. The stress of a barony weighed heavily on him, but that was not important. Not at this moment anyway.
“ You should speak for yourself! Walking in here, all decked out in white like you’re some sort of blushing bride!” Timaeus teased back as he tried to pull his old friend into a hug. Even as the lord has his arms wrapped around his old friend in an unrelenting bear hug, it still didn’t seem real. After all, who would have ever thought that two parts of the sea-faring trio would reunite in a Colchian tavern of all places? It just seemed like the start of a bad joke, honestly, but Timaeus was so grateful that this wasn’t someone pulling his leg. He had desperately missed Adrestus, after all.
“ Honestly, mate,” Tim said as he finally released Adre from the bro-hug, “ I don’t know how you thought I wouldn’t see you sitting over ‘ere. You stand out more than we did in those damn burqas!” The laugh that came with critiquing their past fashion choices echoed throughout the room. He was glad to see that Adre’s ability to stand out in a crowd had not faded in the four years that had past… though granted, Timaeus had to admit that the ideas to dress in burqas all those years ago had been his. However, that didn’t mean he was responsible for Adre’s get-up now. The Nikolaos boy should have really known he was not going to blend into a crowd.
With the reassurance that this was indeed real, that the gods had not only managed to spare Adrestus but brought him back to his old friend; Timaeus pulled up a seat next to him and got cozy. After all, it was unlikely now that either man was going to move until the early hours of the morning… if the pair of them weren’t drunk off their asses before then. Tim couldn’t speak for Adre, but he knew that he was already well on his way there.
After ordering another round of drinks for the pair, Tim turned back to his friend and the shocking words of disbelief that continued to tumble out of both of their mouths. He roared with laughter when Adre insisted that he knew Tim was lurking around Midas somewhere. “ The whole damn kingdom is rocks and cliffs, mate. There are not many places you could have looked in.” He may not have acknowledged it thus far, but he was quickly slipping out of his usual stern tone that came with the territory of being a Baron and back into the rowdy one the boys had known on their adventures on the seas. Oh, those were the good old days even if the language had been crass and the three of them were constantly getting on each other’s cases for their broken Greek or Coptic -- depending on the boy who spoke.
It was then that Timaeus realized for the first time that Sokari wasn’t there nor had the Athenian mentioned him thus far. (Had he not been buzzed from the alcohol, he may have noticed a tad bit sooner.) Though Tim tried not to let his paranoia get the better of him and jump to the worst conclusion, he couldn’t help the small feeling of dread creep upon him with this revelation. All three of the boys had been as thick as thieves during their adventures, but Sokari and Adrestus had been particularly close. Timaeus could only assume that they had become even more friendly during the four years since Timaeus had to return home. It wasn’t natural to see Adre without Sokari. Something was up, drunk Timaeus could tell that much.
He was determined to ask about it when Adre pulled him into a bear hug of his own. Before he could, however, the Athenian asked the Baron a question that Timaeus really didn’t want to answer. After all, how does one tell their best friend that in the span of four years both his father and brother died, leaving Timaeus the baron of a province he always hated? Even saying the B word would be an admittance of how miserable he was as the two other travelers were the only ones on earth who knew just how much Timaeus hated being penned in by those four walls. Nevermind the fact that cage only grew smaller now that Timaeus was pretty much bound to Colchis, lacking in relatives that he believed were competent enough to run things long enough for even a short excursion to Taengea.
He attempted to wave away the question with an air of nonchalance. It was easier said than done and the clear frown tugging at the corners of his lips made it clear that the question was a tough topic for Tim to talk about. “ Ah, who cares what I’ve been doing on this blasted stone pile. What have you been doing? You haven’t been discovering new lands without me, have ye?” He teased again as he reached for the goblet in front of him, downing it fairly quickly… far too quickly for a man who just “ occasionally” drank. Hopefully, Adre wouldn’t pick up on it though.
Or at least, he would be distracted by the next question to tumble out of Tim’s mouth. Had the Baron known that it was a forbidden topic or the tragedy surrounding it, he never would have touched it. But Tim didn’t know and he had to know the fate that had befallen his friend, even if he didn’t know it himself yet. “ So, where’s Sokari?”
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When the stranger turned around at the sound of his name, confirming his identity, Timaeus’s heart lit up so much that for a moment that he thought he could sing. Adrestus was here! Timaeus had never thought that he would see the man who he once called his dearest friend ever again and yet here he was! Before Tim’s very eyes! “ Oh gods, be good! How on earth did you manage to wash up on this sorry rock!” Timaeus exclaimed in glee as he sat his drink down and resisted the urge to pull the man into a hug… at least for the moment. After all, he was so elated that he might honestly crush the poor kid to death.
Always up to no-good, Adrestus returned the greeting with a teasing quip, aimed at Timaeus’s surprise. Self-consciously, Timaeus reached up to the few gray streaks that were forming at the front of his hairline when Adrestus called him old. It wasn’t done with any thought and as soon as the Colchian realized what he was doing, he pulled his hand away. It was too late though and it was clearly a sign of how the years had not been the kindest to Timaeus. The stress of a barony weighed heavily on him, but that was not important. Not at this moment anyway.
“ You should speak for yourself! Walking in here, all decked out in white like you’re some sort of blushing bride!” Timaeus teased back as he tried to pull his old friend into a hug. Even as the lord has his arms wrapped around his old friend in an unrelenting bear hug, it still didn’t seem real. After all, who would have ever thought that two parts of the sea-faring trio would reunite in a Colchian tavern of all places? It just seemed like the start of a bad joke, honestly, but Timaeus was so grateful that this wasn’t someone pulling his leg. He had desperately missed Adrestus, after all.
“ Honestly, mate,” Tim said as he finally released Adre from the bro-hug, “ I don’t know how you thought I wouldn’t see you sitting over ‘ere. You stand out more than we did in those damn burqas!” The laugh that came with critiquing their past fashion choices echoed throughout the room. He was glad to see that Adre’s ability to stand out in a crowd had not faded in the four years that had past… though granted, Timaeus had to admit that the ideas to dress in burqas all those years ago had been his. However, that didn’t mean he was responsible for Adre’s get-up now. The Nikolaos boy should have really known he was not going to blend into a crowd.
With the reassurance that this was indeed real, that the gods had not only managed to spare Adrestus but brought him back to his old friend; Timaeus pulled up a seat next to him and got cozy. After all, it was unlikely now that either man was going to move until the early hours of the morning… if the pair of them weren’t drunk off their asses before then. Tim couldn’t speak for Adre, but he knew that he was already well on his way there.
After ordering another round of drinks for the pair, Tim turned back to his friend and the shocking words of disbelief that continued to tumble out of both of their mouths. He roared with laughter when Adre insisted that he knew Tim was lurking around Midas somewhere. “ The whole damn kingdom is rocks and cliffs, mate. There are not many places you could have looked in.” He may not have acknowledged it thus far, but he was quickly slipping out of his usual stern tone that came with the territory of being a Baron and back into the rowdy one the boys had known on their adventures on the seas. Oh, those were the good old days even if the language had been crass and the three of them were constantly getting on each other’s cases for their broken Greek or Coptic -- depending on the boy who spoke.
It was then that Timaeus realized for the first time that Sokari wasn’t there nor had the Athenian mentioned him thus far. (Had he not been buzzed from the alcohol, he may have noticed a tad bit sooner.) Though Tim tried not to let his paranoia get the better of him and jump to the worst conclusion, he couldn’t help the small feeling of dread creep upon him with this revelation. All three of the boys had been as thick as thieves during their adventures, but Sokari and Adrestus had been particularly close. Timaeus could only assume that they had become even more friendly during the four years since Timaeus had to return home. It wasn’t natural to see Adre without Sokari. Something was up, drunk Timaeus could tell that much.
He was determined to ask about it when Adre pulled him into a bear hug of his own. Before he could, however, the Athenian asked the Baron a question that Timaeus really didn’t want to answer. After all, how does one tell their best friend that in the span of four years both his father and brother died, leaving Timaeus the baron of a province he always hated? Even saying the B word would be an admittance of how miserable he was as the two other travelers were the only ones on earth who knew just how much Timaeus hated being penned in by those four walls. Nevermind the fact that cage only grew smaller now that Timaeus was pretty much bound to Colchis, lacking in relatives that he believed were competent enough to run things long enough for even a short excursion to Taengea.
He attempted to wave away the question with an air of nonchalance. It was easier said than done and the clear frown tugging at the corners of his lips made it clear that the question was a tough topic for Tim to talk about. “ Ah, who cares what I’ve been doing on this blasted stone pile. What have you been doing? You haven’t been discovering new lands without me, have ye?” He teased again as he reached for the goblet in front of him, downing it fairly quickly… far too quickly for a man who just “ occasionally” drank. Hopefully, Adre wouldn’t pick up on it though.
Or at least, he would be distracted by the next question to tumble out of Tim’s mouth. Had the Baron known that it was a forbidden topic or the tragedy surrounding it, he never would have touched it. But Tim didn’t know and he had to know the fate that had befallen his friend, even if he didn’t know it himself yet. “ So, where’s Sokari?”
When the stranger turned around at the sound of his name, confirming his identity, Timaeus’s heart lit up so much that for a moment that he thought he could sing. Adrestus was here! Timaeus had never thought that he would see the man who he once called his dearest friend ever again and yet here he was! Before Tim’s very eyes! “ Oh gods, be good! How on earth did you manage to wash up on this sorry rock!” Timaeus exclaimed in glee as he sat his drink down and resisted the urge to pull the man into a hug… at least for the moment. After all, he was so elated that he might honestly crush the poor kid to death.
Always up to no-good, Adrestus returned the greeting with a teasing quip, aimed at Timaeus’s surprise. Self-consciously, Timaeus reached up to the few gray streaks that were forming at the front of his hairline when Adrestus called him old. It wasn’t done with any thought and as soon as the Colchian realized what he was doing, he pulled his hand away. It was too late though and it was clearly a sign of how the years had not been the kindest to Timaeus. The stress of a barony weighed heavily on him, but that was not important. Not at this moment anyway.
“ You should speak for yourself! Walking in here, all decked out in white like you’re some sort of blushing bride!” Timaeus teased back as he tried to pull his old friend into a hug. Even as the lord has his arms wrapped around his old friend in an unrelenting bear hug, it still didn’t seem real. After all, who would have ever thought that two parts of the sea-faring trio would reunite in a Colchian tavern of all places? It just seemed like the start of a bad joke, honestly, but Timaeus was so grateful that this wasn’t someone pulling his leg. He had desperately missed Adrestus, after all.
“ Honestly, mate,” Tim said as he finally released Adre from the bro-hug, “ I don’t know how you thought I wouldn’t see you sitting over ‘ere. You stand out more than we did in those damn burqas!” The laugh that came with critiquing their past fashion choices echoed throughout the room. He was glad to see that Adre’s ability to stand out in a crowd had not faded in the four years that had past… though granted, Timaeus had to admit that the ideas to dress in burqas all those years ago had been his. However, that didn’t mean he was responsible for Adre’s get-up now. The Nikolaos boy should have really known he was not going to blend into a crowd.
With the reassurance that this was indeed real, that the gods had not only managed to spare Adrestus but brought him back to his old friend; Timaeus pulled up a seat next to him and got cozy. After all, it was unlikely now that either man was going to move until the early hours of the morning… if the pair of them weren’t drunk off their asses before then. Tim couldn’t speak for Adre, but he knew that he was already well on his way there.
After ordering another round of drinks for the pair, Tim turned back to his friend and the shocking words of disbelief that continued to tumble out of both of their mouths. He roared with laughter when Adre insisted that he knew Tim was lurking around Midas somewhere. “ The whole damn kingdom is rocks and cliffs, mate. There are not many places you could have looked in.” He may not have acknowledged it thus far, but he was quickly slipping out of his usual stern tone that came with the territory of being a Baron and back into the rowdy one the boys had known on their adventures on the seas. Oh, those were the good old days even if the language had been crass and the three of them were constantly getting on each other’s cases for their broken Greek or Coptic -- depending on the boy who spoke.
It was then that Timaeus realized for the first time that Sokari wasn’t there nor had the Athenian mentioned him thus far. (Had he not been buzzed from the alcohol, he may have noticed a tad bit sooner.) Though Tim tried not to let his paranoia get the better of him and jump to the worst conclusion, he couldn’t help the small feeling of dread creep upon him with this revelation. All three of the boys had been as thick as thieves during their adventures, but Sokari and Adrestus had been particularly close. Timaeus could only assume that they had become even more friendly during the four years since Timaeus had to return home. It wasn’t natural to see Adre without Sokari. Something was up, drunk Timaeus could tell that much.
He was determined to ask about it when Adre pulled him into a bear hug of his own. Before he could, however, the Athenian asked the Baron a question that Timaeus really didn’t want to answer. After all, how does one tell their best friend that in the span of four years both his father and brother died, leaving Timaeus the baron of a province he always hated? Even saying the B word would be an admittance of how miserable he was as the two other travelers were the only ones on earth who knew just how much Timaeus hated being penned in by those four walls. Nevermind the fact that cage only grew smaller now that Timaeus was pretty much bound to Colchis, lacking in relatives that he believed were competent enough to run things long enough for even a short excursion to Taengea.
He attempted to wave away the question with an air of nonchalance. It was easier said than done and the clear frown tugging at the corners of his lips made it clear that the question was a tough topic for Tim to talk about. “ Ah, who cares what I’ve been doing on this blasted stone pile. What have you been doing? You haven’t been discovering new lands without me, have ye?” He teased again as he reached for the goblet in front of him, downing it fairly quickly… far too quickly for a man who just “ occasionally” drank. Hopefully, Adre wouldn’t pick up on it though.
Or at least, he would be distracted by the next question to tumble out of Tim’s mouth. Had the Baron known that it was a forbidden topic or the tragedy surrounding it, he never would have touched it. But Tim didn’t know and he had to know the fate that had befallen his friend, even if he didn’t know it himself yet. “ So, where’s Sokari?”
His smile brightened as Tim looked over him- and chuckled quietly at his words. “It’s sure been an adventure, but you know how I am.” He had never been in a place he did not like- but he liked being in places where has never been even more. New places made his heart very excited. But things were better when he was with his friends again. Or, in this case, friend… someone was missing and it was like a big expansive hole. He made a small joke, calling Tim old- but he couldn't help but notice the changes. They had been younger during their adventures together, and it was obvious that those days had passed and gone for Tim. He laughed at Tim’s words, and raised his shoulders.
“Hey, I look good!” He may look like a bride, but Adre didn’t really care. He spent most days on the water, and while he was set to go back to Athenia probably for a while, he was going to wear whatever he wanted to. He let himself be pulled to a hug, and his smile was beaming. He tried to not think about Sokari. He was relieved Tim was alive, and what looked to be alive and well, which was even better news. “I did not know how long it would take to find you, had to get your attention somehow.” Perhaps it was reckless, what he wore, but… it was Adrestus. “The Burqas worked… somewhat.” Adrestus grinned, knowing full well that Tim tried the best he could, all those years ago… but they couldn’t have fixed Adrestus’s voice. Or demeanor. Adrestus wasn’t the stealthiest of people.
He watched Tim settle back down, and he shrugged. “Glad I found you anyways. It has been too long seen we’ve seen each other, Timeaus.” His tone was a slightly more sad than before, but he hoped Tim didn’t notice. Again, the space that Sokari would have been was empty. Completely empty. Adrestus pulled him into another bear hug, just happy to be with him, before asking the question that had been on his mind. What has Tim been up to? He narrowed his eyes just a little as Timeaus avoided his question, making Adrestus start to worry. There was something Tim wasn’t telling him…. “I….” He paused, before thinking. “I have my own ship now.” He smiled, though perhaps Timaeus had already assumed. But then the question, the dreaded question came. Where was Sokari?! He looked at Timaeus not saying a word.
Stared at him.
His body language changed quickly, from fun loving to…. Devastated. Images of his ship being bombarded with pirates, so much blood, screaming…. He felt his eyes fill with water as he thought about the words he needed to tell Timeaus, but then he felt the loss of his friend and that they weren’t all three together when they NEEDED to be together…. He turned away from Tim and clasped his hands to his face. A low, quiet sob erupted from Adrestus as he leaned onto the counter of the bar, hunched over hiding his face. Another sob came from Adrestus, and he tried to calm himself, but… “He - ” Was the only word Adrestus was able to speak, before breaking down and started to cry for his friend.
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His smile brightened as Tim looked over him- and chuckled quietly at his words. “It’s sure been an adventure, but you know how I am.” He had never been in a place he did not like- but he liked being in places where has never been even more. New places made his heart very excited. But things were better when he was with his friends again. Or, in this case, friend… someone was missing and it was like a big expansive hole. He made a small joke, calling Tim old- but he couldn't help but notice the changes. They had been younger during their adventures together, and it was obvious that those days had passed and gone for Tim. He laughed at Tim’s words, and raised his shoulders.
“Hey, I look good!” He may look like a bride, but Adre didn’t really care. He spent most days on the water, and while he was set to go back to Athenia probably for a while, he was going to wear whatever he wanted to. He let himself be pulled to a hug, and his smile was beaming. He tried to not think about Sokari. He was relieved Tim was alive, and what looked to be alive and well, which was even better news. “I did not know how long it would take to find you, had to get your attention somehow.” Perhaps it was reckless, what he wore, but… it was Adrestus. “The Burqas worked… somewhat.” Adrestus grinned, knowing full well that Tim tried the best he could, all those years ago… but they couldn’t have fixed Adrestus’s voice. Or demeanor. Adrestus wasn’t the stealthiest of people.
He watched Tim settle back down, and he shrugged. “Glad I found you anyways. It has been too long seen we’ve seen each other, Timeaus.” His tone was a slightly more sad than before, but he hoped Tim didn’t notice. Again, the space that Sokari would have been was empty. Completely empty. Adrestus pulled him into another bear hug, just happy to be with him, before asking the question that had been on his mind. What has Tim been up to? He narrowed his eyes just a little as Timeaus avoided his question, making Adrestus start to worry. There was something Tim wasn’t telling him…. “I….” He paused, before thinking. “I have my own ship now.” He smiled, though perhaps Timaeus had already assumed. But then the question, the dreaded question came. Where was Sokari?! He looked at Timaeus not saying a word.
Stared at him.
His body language changed quickly, from fun loving to…. Devastated. Images of his ship being bombarded with pirates, so much blood, screaming…. He felt his eyes fill with water as he thought about the words he needed to tell Timeaus, but then he felt the loss of his friend and that they weren’t all three together when they NEEDED to be together…. He turned away from Tim and clasped his hands to his face. A low, quiet sob erupted from Adrestus as he leaned onto the counter of the bar, hunched over hiding his face. Another sob came from Adrestus, and he tried to calm himself, but… “He - ” Was the only word Adrestus was able to speak, before breaking down and started to cry for his friend.
His smile brightened as Tim looked over him- and chuckled quietly at his words. “It’s sure been an adventure, but you know how I am.” He had never been in a place he did not like- but he liked being in places where has never been even more. New places made his heart very excited. But things were better when he was with his friends again. Or, in this case, friend… someone was missing and it was like a big expansive hole. He made a small joke, calling Tim old- but he couldn't help but notice the changes. They had been younger during their adventures together, and it was obvious that those days had passed and gone for Tim. He laughed at Tim’s words, and raised his shoulders.
“Hey, I look good!” He may look like a bride, but Adre didn’t really care. He spent most days on the water, and while he was set to go back to Athenia probably for a while, he was going to wear whatever he wanted to. He let himself be pulled to a hug, and his smile was beaming. He tried to not think about Sokari. He was relieved Tim was alive, and what looked to be alive and well, which was even better news. “I did not know how long it would take to find you, had to get your attention somehow.” Perhaps it was reckless, what he wore, but… it was Adrestus. “The Burqas worked… somewhat.” Adrestus grinned, knowing full well that Tim tried the best he could, all those years ago… but they couldn’t have fixed Adrestus’s voice. Or demeanor. Adrestus wasn’t the stealthiest of people.
He watched Tim settle back down, and he shrugged. “Glad I found you anyways. It has been too long seen we’ve seen each other, Timeaus.” His tone was a slightly more sad than before, but he hoped Tim didn’t notice. Again, the space that Sokari would have been was empty. Completely empty. Adrestus pulled him into another bear hug, just happy to be with him, before asking the question that had been on his mind. What has Tim been up to? He narrowed his eyes just a little as Timeaus avoided his question, making Adrestus start to worry. There was something Tim wasn’t telling him…. “I….” He paused, before thinking. “I have my own ship now.” He smiled, though perhaps Timaeus had already assumed. But then the question, the dreaded question came. Where was Sokari?! He looked at Timaeus not saying a word.
Stared at him.
His body language changed quickly, from fun loving to…. Devastated. Images of his ship being bombarded with pirates, so much blood, screaming…. He felt his eyes fill with water as he thought about the words he needed to tell Timeaus, but then he felt the loss of his friend and that they weren’t all three together when they NEEDED to be together…. He turned away from Tim and clasped his hands to his face. A low, quiet sob erupted from Adrestus as he leaned onto the counter of the bar, hunched over hiding his face. Another sob came from Adrestus, and he tried to calm himself, but… “He - ” Was the only word Adrestus was able to speak, before breaking down and started to cry for his friend.
“ ’Course you do, mate.” Timaeus replied in a joking manner when Adrestus tried to defend his choice of bright white fabric in a country that depended on its mines. Even the most hygienic person in Midas would struggle to keep the soot and dirt lining the streets out of the folds of their chitons. (Especially with the bathhouses closed, making the streets more filthy than usual.) Timaeus wouldn’t judge his friend’s choice of outfit, but he certainly would not be surprised if this outfit of his would be a dappled grey by the end of his trip. “ You stick out like a sore thumb Adre. Everyone here wears dark colors for a reason. You keep that thing on, it’ll never be that color again. Not with all the soot from that damn fire.” Timaeus scowled at the last bit, remembering how quickly the whole city had gone up like a matchstick when the mines had collapsed. Half the city had burned and even now, the recovery had been slow.
However, that was not the bit that had Timaeus scowling. Instead, his memories of the fire were very strictly intertwined with the recollection of how foolish people could be when faced with even the slightest bit of danger… especially foolhardy soldiers and proud noble ladies. If the two of them weren’t in such a public setting, Timaeus would have half the mind to tell his old friend the story of how he had to save Lady Imeeya from a burning building, but then again… he did value his skin and was not super keen on inciting the wrath of Lady Tythra. If Adre pressed about the fire though, he might be willing to risk sharing a few details.
The laughter continued with the topic of those burqas the boys wore all those years ago. Good gods, even just recalling the stiff fabric was enough to make Tim’s skin crawl. Wearing those makeshift masks had been brutal in the Egyptian heat, especially as their outfits had had no ventilation so by the time the boys had been unmasked as interlopers at the sacred site; they were soaked from their own sweat. It was just a miserable experience that was luckily ended by the sheer dumb luck of Adre having quite the web of connections at his disposal. As much as he hated the yards and yards of fabric the boys were forced to wear, it had been Tim’s idea to do so… so his drunken self couldn’t ignore the urge to establish the truth of what happened that day with his next statement, “They were working just fine until you opened your mouth!” Although his words were accusatory, the deep chuckle that accompanied them made it clear that it was anything but. “ Seven Hades, you can’t go anywhere without being recognized, can you?”
As the jokes leveled out, Timaeus was grateful that Adre didn’t seem to notice his silence on what he had been up to recently. The boys didn’t need to be brought down with the tragedies that had befallen the Valaoritis households in recent years… Or well, tragedy. Adre knew about the death of Timaeus’s father all those years ago as the discovery of this had been what pulled the Colchian away from the open seas and back into the life he had thought he would never return to. Beyond that, Adre would be in the dark, where Timaeus would like to keep him for just a few hours longer. He didn’t want the cold harsh slap of reality to sober them up just yet and he knew that his friend had mixed feelings about what fate was to befall him upon his own return to Athenia. After all, how many nights had the boys stayed up trying to reassure Adre that being the Baron would be no different than his current life?
How on earth could the boys have known that Timaeus would be the first to become the head of their house?
Luckily for Adre, it seemed that the cruel eyes of Thanatos had not settled on his family. Not when he was here in Colchis and talking about owning a ship now. Timaeus beamed at this revelation and asked him with genuine excitement, “ Really? How on Olympus did you manage that?” It was not a secret that ships were expensive. That was something that Timaeus knew all too well with the loss of one his family’s ships somewhere in the rocky crags that made up the Kirkles Isles. The investment of a ship was not one that was idly made even by a family-like Adrestus’s that made their fortunes off of the sea trade. This was a sentiment that rung true through Timaues’s light-hearted questioning, “ Who did you steal it from? Come on, be honest.” He knew that Adre would never do such a thing. The man was far too strait-laced for that sort of thing, but truthfully… thievery seemed far more likely than it being given to him out of the kindness of someone’s heart. Timaeus could tell that there was some sort of catch.
There was always a catch.
That seemed to be true even for this jovial reunion between the two long lost friends. The mere mention of Sokari brought about a physical shift in Adre. In an instant, his shoulders slumped forward and the man’s eyes filled with tears. Timaeus reached for his friend out of sheer instinct, worried for a moment that the sudden shift would cause his buzzed friend to stumble from his chair. However, his friend pulled away from him and tried to conceal the tears that were now freely flowing as a quiet sob echoed throughout the tavern.
Timaeus recoiled.
He knew all too well this meant. The Baron was not a stranger to the sound of strangled sobs, brought on by memories too painful to speak of. After all, how many nights had he spent alone locked in his office as he cried over the loss of his own father and brother? Adre didn’t need to say anything. His sobs spoke the language of grief for him. Tim knew it, but all of his own sorrows couldn’t have possibly prepared him for the shock of hearing that the loss had been of his friend. Sokari, that little firecracker of a man, was now dead.
It couldn’t be, could it?
The shock was so great that Timaeus physically took a step back as he stared at his comrade, quietly muttering one word over and over again, “ No. No. No. No.” His knees grew heavy and threatened to give way as Timaeus moved towards the bar, desperate to steady himself as his chest heaved in that heartbreakingly familiar way. Too many times. It had been far too many times for Timaeus to hear that a loved one was gone. His eyes grew misty as he managed to choke out, “ How?” Timaeus couldn’t even bear to turn to his friend to look at him as he tried to bat down the overwhelming waves of grief. He couldn’t cry here. Not now. Because Timaeus knew all too well that if he started sobbing, he would never stop. Especially if it was over the loss of one of the closest friends that Timaeus ever had.
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“ ’Course you do, mate.” Timaeus replied in a joking manner when Adrestus tried to defend his choice of bright white fabric in a country that depended on its mines. Even the most hygienic person in Midas would struggle to keep the soot and dirt lining the streets out of the folds of their chitons. (Especially with the bathhouses closed, making the streets more filthy than usual.) Timaeus wouldn’t judge his friend’s choice of outfit, but he certainly would not be surprised if this outfit of his would be a dappled grey by the end of his trip. “ You stick out like a sore thumb Adre. Everyone here wears dark colors for a reason. You keep that thing on, it’ll never be that color again. Not with all the soot from that damn fire.” Timaeus scowled at the last bit, remembering how quickly the whole city had gone up like a matchstick when the mines had collapsed. Half the city had burned and even now, the recovery had been slow.
However, that was not the bit that had Timaeus scowling. Instead, his memories of the fire were very strictly intertwined with the recollection of how foolish people could be when faced with even the slightest bit of danger… especially foolhardy soldiers and proud noble ladies. If the two of them weren’t in such a public setting, Timaeus would have half the mind to tell his old friend the story of how he had to save Lady Imeeya from a burning building, but then again… he did value his skin and was not super keen on inciting the wrath of Lady Tythra. If Adre pressed about the fire though, he might be willing to risk sharing a few details.
The laughter continued with the topic of those burqas the boys wore all those years ago. Good gods, even just recalling the stiff fabric was enough to make Tim’s skin crawl. Wearing those makeshift masks had been brutal in the Egyptian heat, especially as their outfits had had no ventilation so by the time the boys had been unmasked as interlopers at the sacred site; they were soaked from their own sweat. It was just a miserable experience that was luckily ended by the sheer dumb luck of Adre having quite the web of connections at his disposal. As much as he hated the yards and yards of fabric the boys were forced to wear, it had been Tim’s idea to do so… so his drunken self couldn’t ignore the urge to establish the truth of what happened that day with his next statement, “They were working just fine until you opened your mouth!” Although his words were accusatory, the deep chuckle that accompanied them made it clear that it was anything but. “ Seven Hades, you can’t go anywhere without being recognized, can you?”
As the jokes leveled out, Timaeus was grateful that Adre didn’t seem to notice his silence on what he had been up to recently. The boys didn’t need to be brought down with the tragedies that had befallen the Valaoritis households in recent years… Or well, tragedy. Adre knew about the death of Timaeus’s father all those years ago as the discovery of this had been what pulled the Colchian away from the open seas and back into the life he had thought he would never return to. Beyond that, Adre would be in the dark, where Timaeus would like to keep him for just a few hours longer. He didn’t want the cold harsh slap of reality to sober them up just yet and he knew that his friend had mixed feelings about what fate was to befall him upon his own return to Athenia. After all, how many nights had the boys stayed up trying to reassure Adre that being the Baron would be no different than his current life?
How on earth could the boys have known that Timaeus would be the first to become the head of their house?
Luckily for Adre, it seemed that the cruel eyes of Thanatos had not settled on his family. Not when he was here in Colchis and talking about owning a ship now. Timaeus beamed at this revelation and asked him with genuine excitement, “ Really? How on Olympus did you manage that?” It was not a secret that ships were expensive. That was something that Timaeus knew all too well with the loss of one his family’s ships somewhere in the rocky crags that made up the Kirkles Isles. The investment of a ship was not one that was idly made even by a family-like Adrestus’s that made their fortunes off of the sea trade. This was a sentiment that rung true through Timaues’s light-hearted questioning, “ Who did you steal it from? Come on, be honest.” He knew that Adre would never do such a thing. The man was far too strait-laced for that sort of thing, but truthfully… thievery seemed far more likely than it being given to him out of the kindness of someone’s heart. Timaeus could tell that there was some sort of catch.
There was always a catch.
That seemed to be true even for this jovial reunion between the two long lost friends. The mere mention of Sokari brought about a physical shift in Adre. In an instant, his shoulders slumped forward and the man’s eyes filled with tears. Timaeus reached for his friend out of sheer instinct, worried for a moment that the sudden shift would cause his buzzed friend to stumble from his chair. However, his friend pulled away from him and tried to conceal the tears that were now freely flowing as a quiet sob echoed throughout the tavern.
Timaeus recoiled.
He knew all too well this meant. The Baron was not a stranger to the sound of strangled sobs, brought on by memories too painful to speak of. After all, how many nights had he spent alone locked in his office as he cried over the loss of his own father and brother? Adre didn’t need to say anything. His sobs spoke the language of grief for him. Tim knew it, but all of his own sorrows couldn’t have possibly prepared him for the shock of hearing that the loss had been of his friend. Sokari, that little firecracker of a man, was now dead.
It couldn’t be, could it?
The shock was so great that Timaeus physically took a step back as he stared at his comrade, quietly muttering one word over and over again, “ No. No. No. No.” His knees grew heavy and threatened to give way as Timaeus moved towards the bar, desperate to steady himself as his chest heaved in that heartbreakingly familiar way. Too many times. It had been far too many times for Timaeus to hear that a loved one was gone. His eyes grew misty as he managed to choke out, “ How?” Timaeus couldn’t even bear to turn to his friend to look at him as he tried to bat down the overwhelming waves of grief. He couldn’t cry here. Not now. Because Timaeus knew all too well that if he started sobbing, he would never stop. Especially if it was over the loss of one of the closest friends that Timaeus ever had.
“ ’Course you do, mate.” Timaeus replied in a joking manner when Adrestus tried to defend his choice of bright white fabric in a country that depended on its mines. Even the most hygienic person in Midas would struggle to keep the soot and dirt lining the streets out of the folds of their chitons. (Especially with the bathhouses closed, making the streets more filthy than usual.) Timaeus wouldn’t judge his friend’s choice of outfit, but he certainly would not be surprised if this outfit of his would be a dappled grey by the end of his trip. “ You stick out like a sore thumb Adre. Everyone here wears dark colors for a reason. You keep that thing on, it’ll never be that color again. Not with all the soot from that damn fire.” Timaeus scowled at the last bit, remembering how quickly the whole city had gone up like a matchstick when the mines had collapsed. Half the city had burned and even now, the recovery had been slow.
However, that was not the bit that had Timaeus scowling. Instead, his memories of the fire were very strictly intertwined with the recollection of how foolish people could be when faced with even the slightest bit of danger… especially foolhardy soldiers and proud noble ladies. If the two of them weren’t in such a public setting, Timaeus would have half the mind to tell his old friend the story of how he had to save Lady Imeeya from a burning building, but then again… he did value his skin and was not super keen on inciting the wrath of Lady Tythra. If Adre pressed about the fire though, he might be willing to risk sharing a few details.
The laughter continued with the topic of those burqas the boys wore all those years ago. Good gods, even just recalling the stiff fabric was enough to make Tim’s skin crawl. Wearing those makeshift masks had been brutal in the Egyptian heat, especially as their outfits had had no ventilation so by the time the boys had been unmasked as interlopers at the sacred site; they were soaked from their own sweat. It was just a miserable experience that was luckily ended by the sheer dumb luck of Adre having quite the web of connections at his disposal. As much as he hated the yards and yards of fabric the boys were forced to wear, it had been Tim’s idea to do so… so his drunken self couldn’t ignore the urge to establish the truth of what happened that day with his next statement, “They were working just fine until you opened your mouth!” Although his words were accusatory, the deep chuckle that accompanied them made it clear that it was anything but. “ Seven Hades, you can’t go anywhere without being recognized, can you?”
As the jokes leveled out, Timaeus was grateful that Adre didn’t seem to notice his silence on what he had been up to recently. The boys didn’t need to be brought down with the tragedies that had befallen the Valaoritis households in recent years… Or well, tragedy. Adre knew about the death of Timaeus’s father all those years ago as the discovery of this had been what pulled the Colchian away from the open seas and back into the life he had thought he would never return to. Beyond that, Adre would be in the dark, where Timaeus would like to keep him for just a few hours longer. He didn’t want the cold harsh slap of reality to sober them up just yet and he knew that his friend had mixed feelings about what fate was to befall him upon his own return to Athenia. After all, how many nights had the boys stayed up trying to reassure Adre that being the Baron would be no different than his current life?
How on earth could the boys have known that Timaeus would be the first to become the head of their house?
Luckily for Adre, it seemed that the cruel eyes of Thanatos had not settled on his family. Not when he was here in Colchis and talking about owning a ship now. Timaeus beamed at this revelation and asked him with genuine excitement, “ Really? How on Olympus did you manage that?” It was not a secret that ships were expensive. That was something that Timaeus knew all too well with the loss of one his family’s ships somewhere in the rocky crags that made up the Kirkles Isles. The investment of a ship was not one that was idly made even by a family-like Adrestus’s that made their fortunes off of the sea trade. This was a sentiment that rung true through Timaues’s light-hearted questioning, “ Who did you steal it from? Come on, be honest.” He knew that Adre would never do such a thing. The man was far too strait-laced for that sort of thing, but truthfully… thievery seemed far more likely than it being given to him out of the kindness of someone’s heart. Timaeus could tell that there was some sort of catch.
There was always a catch.
That seemed to be true even for this jovial reunion between the two long lost friends. The mere mention of Sokari brought about a physical shift in Adre. In an instant, his shoulders slumped forward and the man’s eyes filled with tears. Timaeus reached for his friend out of sheer instinct, worried for a moment that the sudden shift would cause his buzzed friend to stumble from his chair. However, his friend pulled away from him and tried to conceal the tears that were now freely flowing as a quiet sob echoed throughout the tavern.
Timaeus recoiled.
He knew all too well this meant. The Baron was not a stranger to the sound of strangled sobs, brought on by memories too painful to speak of. After all, how many nights had he spent alone locked in his office as he cried over the loss of his own father and brother? Adre didn’t need to say anything. His sobs spoke the language of grief for him. Tim knew it, but all of his own sorrows couldn’t have possibly prepared him for the shock of hearing that the loss had been of his friend. Sokari, that little firecracker of a man, was now dead.
It couldn’t be, could it?
The shock was so great that Timaeus physically took a step back as he stared at his comrade, quietly muttering one word over and over again, “ No. No. No. No.” His knees grew heavy and threatened to give way as Timaeus moved towards the bar, desperate to steady himself as his chest heaved in that heartbreakingly familiar way. Too many times. It had been far too many times for Timaeus to hear that a loved one was gone. His eyes grew misty as he managed to choke out, “ How?” Timaeus couldn’t even bear to turn to his friend to look at him as he tried to bat down the overwhelming waves of grief. He couldn’t cry here. Not now. Because Timaeus knew all too well that if he started sobbing, he would never stop. Especially if it was over the loss of one of the closest friends that Timaeus ever had.
Adrestus looked at him and slightly rolled eyes. “I’ll put something else on later.” He had other clothes, he didn’t think it’d be such a problem, but if it bothered Tim he’d change. Not now, though, as they were in the middle of a discussion and catching up. Their Egypt trip came up, and Adrestus smiled brightly and let out a laugh. The burkas had been uncomfortable, but Adrestus did remember recognizing a few faces when they were over there. Adrestus cleared his throat and faked offense. “How was I supposed to know they were going to be there?” Of course, if he had listened to Tim, maybe they wouldn’t have had so much trouble. But they had fun, hadn’t they? “It’s called making friends while traveling,” He gave Tim a grin, “We got out alive, didn’t we?” They had gotten out just fine. They had an adventure, which had been the whole point at least to Adre. Tim didn’t seem to offer up anything about what had happened when the other had left the traveling life, but then…
Adrestus hadn’t told him what had happened to *him*. Instead, he decided to tell him the happier side of things, at least for now. He grinned at the other’s surprise and sat up a bit straighter. “It had been working, but it was entirely worth it.” Nevermind the fact that it had been necessary to get a new one, after the last well… was on the bottom of the sea. It hadn’t been easy getting his ship but it was probably one of his most significant accomplishments and something that he held onto tightly. Not only was it a sound business investment, but it was helpful to find…. Sokari. The man he’d lost had to out there somewhere, and Adrestus was determined to be the one to find him. His grin started to fade as Tim asked if it had been stolen, and memories of Sokari came back.
Tim deserved to know. As much as it physically pained Adrestus to even think about their dear friend, Adre knew that he couldn’t hide the truth from Tim any longer. Adrestus shook his head, and his voice got quiet. “I didn’t steal it, I needed it.” Something had happened to the old one. Something tragic. Adrestus couldn’t hold himself together and brought his hands to his face as tears started to stream down. Sokari was… gone. Well, not gone, but… Adrestus let out a sob, thinking about what had happened to Sokari. Adrestus spoke one word, and Timeaus seemed to understand. Adrestus tried to stop the tears now flowing against his face, but it was hard to control the utter grief he felt. His breath became heavy as he heard Tim’s pain and Adrestus felt his heartbreaking. He didn’t want to give this message… He didn’t want to do this.
He wanted Sokari to be *here.* He needed to be here! Adre wanted Sokari to be drinking and joking with them, just like old times. Adrestus could remember the sound of Sokari’s laugh ringing through his head as he rubbed his hand against his face. He could feel the other’s touch, and…. Adrestus sniffed hard and suddenly sat up, his face wet from him crying. He didn’t care that he was a grown man crying in a tavern- he felt his heart aching in pain. Adrestus turned his head towards his friend, his heart heavy, and reached out to touch his arm gently. He was trying to comfort him while also gaining the courage to tell Tim… everything. Adrestus sniffed once more and turned his body so that he was fully facing Tim. He felt a sob coming up, but he took a deep breath to hold it back and took a couple of months just to breathe. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.
“Pirates,” Was the only thing that he forced out before more tears came rushing, and the sailor shook his head. It had been a disaster, an entire nightmare that had been real. “I tried, Tim,” Adrestus sniffed, before looking towards the ground. He felt guilty for losing Sokari as if everyone’s safety had been his responsibility. “They wrecked the ship, a million pieces.” Adrestus reached a hand up and covered his face again, struggling to continue the story. He gave out a weak sob, before rubbing his eyes against his arm. “I was with him, I was going to kill the pirate captain and I know Sokari was behind me.” He spoke softly, his words riddled with grief. “I don’t know. I had a sword in my hand, and after that, I don’t remember, it all goes black. I don’t even know how I’m alive.” Each word was sadder than the last, but Adrestus was telling what he knew. “I woke up on the beach, and I didn’t have anything, Sokari was gone.” He looked up to Tim, looking for a reaction. “Sokari isn’t dead. He’s… somewhere. He’s out there somewhere, I just know it.” Adrestus repeated, just like he repeated it in his head. Not dead… “I don’t know where.”
Adrestus paused before letting out another cry. “I just feel so fucking guilty.” Adrestus hid his head in his arms and started crying once more, his heartbroken. He had lost Sokari, and now Tim lost him too.
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Adrestus looked at him and slightly rolled eyes. “I’ll put something else on later.” He had other clothes, he didn’t think it’d be such a problem, but if it bothered Tim he’d change. Not now, though, as they were in the middle of a discussion and catching up. Their Egypt trip came up, and Adrestus smiled brightly and let out a laugh. The burkas had been uncomfortable, but Adrestus did remember recognizing a few faces when they were over there. Adrestus cleared his throat and faked offense. “How was I supposed to know they were going to be there?” Of course, if he had listened to Tim, maybe they wouldn’t have had so much trouble. But they had fun, hadn’t they? “It’s called making friends while traveling,” He gave Tim a grin, “We got out alive, didn’t we?” They had gotten out just fine. They had an adventure, which had been the whole point at least to Adre. Tim didn’t seem to offer up anything about what had happened when the other had left the traveling life, but then…
Adrestus hadn’t told him what had happened to *him*. Instead, he decided to tell him the happier side of things, at least for now. He grinned at the other’s surprise and sat up a bit straighter. “It had been working, but it was entirely worth it.” Nevermind the fact that it had been necessary to get a new one, after the last well… was on the bottom of the sea. It hadn’t been easy getting his ship but it was probably one of his most significant accomplishments and something that he held onto tightly. Not only was it a sound business investment, but it was helpful to find…. Sokari. The man he’d lost had to out there somewhere, and Adrestus was determined to be the one to find him. His grin started to fade as Tim asked if it had been stolen, and memories of Sokari came back.
Tim deserved to know. As much as it physically pained Adrestus to even think about their dear friend, Adre knew that he couldn’t hide the truth from Tim any longer. Adrestus shook his head, and his voice got quiet. “I didn’t steal it, I needed it.” Something had happened to the old one. Something tragic. Adrestus couldn’t hold himself together and brought his hands to his face as tears started to stream down. Sokari was… gone. Well, not gone, but… Adrestus let out a sob, thinking about what had happened to Sokari. Adrestus spoke one word, and Timeaus seemed to understand. Adrestus tried to stop the tears now flowing against his face, but it was hard to control the utter grief he felt. His breath became heavy as he heard Tim’s pain and Adrestus felt his heartbreaking. He didn’t want to give this message… He didn’t want to do this.
He wanted Sokari to be *here.* He needed to be here! Adre wanted Sokari to be drinking and joking with them, just like old times. Adrestus could remember the sound of Sokari’s laugh ringing through his head as he rubbed his hand against his face. He could feel the other’s touch, and…. Adrestus sniffed hard and suddenly sat up, his face wet from him crying. He didn’t care that he was a grown man crying in a tavern- he felt his heart aching in pain. Adrestus turned his head towards his friend, his heart heavy, and reached out to touch his arm gently. He was trying to comfort him while also gaining the courage to tell Tim… everything. Adrestus sniffed once more and turned his body so that he was fully facing Tim. He felt a sob coming up, but he took a deep breath to hold it back and took a couple of months just to breathe. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.
“Pirates,” Was the only thing that he forced out before more tears came rushing, and the sailor shook his head. It had been a disaster, an entire nightmare that had been real. “I tried, Tim,” Adrestus sniffed, before looking towards the ground. He felt guilty for losing Sokari as if everyone’s safety had been his responsibility. “They wrecked the ship, a million pieces.” Adrestus reached a hand up and covered his face again, struggling to continue the story. He gave out a weak sob, before rubbing his eyes against his arm. “I was with him, I was going to kill the pirate captain and I know Sokari was behind me.” He spoke softly, his words riddled with grief. “I don’t know. I had a sword in my hand, and after that, I don’t remember, it all goes black. I don’t even know how I’m alive.” Each word was sadder than the last, but Adrestus was telling what he knew. “I woke up on the beach, and I didn’t have anything, Sokari was gone.” He looked up to Tim, looking for a reaction. “Sokari isn’t dead. He’s… somewhere. He’s out there somewhere, I just know it.” Adrestus repeated, just like he repeated it in his head. Not dead… “I don’t know where.”
Adrestus paused before letting out another cry. “I just feel so fucking guilty.” Adrestus hid his head in his arms and started crying once more, his heartbroken. He had lost Sokari, and now Tim lost him too.
Adrestus looked at him and slightly rolled eyes. “I’ll put something else on later.” He had other clothes, he didn’t think it’d be such a problem, but if it bothered Tim he’d change. Not now, though, as they were in the middle of a discussion and catching up. Their Egypt trip came up, and Adrestus smiled brightly and let out a laugh. The burkas had been uncomfortable, but Adrestus did remember recognizing a few faces when they were over there. Adrestus cleared his throat and faked offense. “How was I supposed to know they were going to be there?” Of course, if he had listened to Tim, maybe they wouldn’t have had so much trouble. But they had fun, hadn’t they? “It’s called making friends while traveling,” He gave Tim a grin, “We got out alive, didn’t we?” They had gotten out just fine. They had an adventure, which had been the whole point at least to Adre. Tim didn’t seem to offer up anything about what had happened when the other had left the traveling life, but then…
Adrestus hadn’t told him what had happened to *him*. Instead, he decided to tell him the happier side of things, at least for now. He grinned at the other’s surprise and sat up a bit straighter. “It had been working, but it was entirely worth it.” Nevermind the fact that it had been necessary to get a new one, after the last well… was on the bottom of the sea. It hadn’t been easy getting his ship but it was probably one of his most significant accomplishments and something that he held onto tightly. Not only was it a sound business investment, but it was helpful to find…. Sokari. The man he’d lost had to out there somewhere, and Adrestus was determined to be the one to find him. His grin started to fade as Tim asked if it had been stolen, and memories of Sokari came back.
Tim deserved to know. As much as it physically pained Adrestus to even think about their dear friend, Adre knew that he couldn’t hide the truth from Tim any longer. Adrestus shook his head, and his voice got quiet. “I didn’t steal it, I needed it.” Something had happened to the old one. Something tragic. Adrestus couldn’t hold himself together and brought his hands to his face as tears started to stream down. Sokari was… gone. Well, not gone, but… Adrestus let out a sob, thinking about what had happened to Sokari. Adrestus spoke one word, and Timeaus seemed to understand. Adrestus tried to stop the tears now flowing against his face, but it was hard to control the utter grief he felt. His breath became heavy as he heard Tim’s pain and Adrestus felt his heartbreaking. He didn’t want to give this message… He didn’t want to do this.
He wanted Sokari to be *here.* He needed to be here! Adre wanted Sokari to be drinking and joking with them, just like old times. Adrestus could remember the sound of Sokari’s laugh ringing through his head as he rubbed his hand against his face. He could feel the other’s touch, and…. Adrestus sniffed hard and suddenly sat up, his face wet from him crying. He didn’t care that he was a grown man crying in a tavern- he felt his heart aching in pain. Adrestus turned his head towards his friend, his heart heavy, and reached out to touch his arm gently. He was trying to comfort him while also gaining the courage to tell Tim… everything. Adrestus sniffed once more and turned his body so that he was fully facing Tim. He felt a sob coming up, but he took a deep breath to hold it back and took a couple of months just to breathe. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.
“Pirates,” Was the only thing that he forced out before more tears came rushing, and the sailor shook his head. It had been a disaster, an entire nightmare that had been real. “I tried, Tim,” Adrestus sniffed, before looking towards the ground. He felt guilty for losing Sokari as if everyone’s safety had been his responsibility. “They wrecked the ship, a million pieces.” Adrestus reached a hand up and covered his face again, struggling to continue the story. He gave out a weak sob, before rubbing his eyes against his arm. “I was with him, I was going to kill the pirate captain and I know Sokari was behind me.” He spoke softly, his words riddled with grief. “I don’t know. I had a sword in my hand, and after that, I don’t remember, it all goes black. I don’t even know how I’m alive.” Each word was sadder than the last, but Adrestus was telling what he knew. “I woke up on the beach, and I didn’t have anything, Sokari was gone.” He looked up to Tim, looking for a reaction. “Sokari isn’t dead. He’s… somewhere. He’s out there somewhere, I just know it.” Adrestus repeated, just like he repeated it in his head. Not dead… “I don’t know where.”
Adrestus paused before letting out another cry. “I just feel so fucking guilty.” Adrestus hid his head in his arms and started crying once more, his heartbroken. He had lost Sokari, and now Tim lost him too.
For as long as Timaeus had known his friend; he knew that Adrestus dreamed of having a ship of his own. It wasn’t some secret desire either. Adre had talked about his dream ship like Tim and Sokari had talked about their dream lovers. The Nikolaos’s voice had always been filled with that certain sense of longing as he described the sails his perfect boat would have or how fast it would glide through the sea. His desire to have his own vessel was so well-known that whenever Adre had started talking about the boat he longed for, it nearly always ended with the other two boys joking about how if Adre ever got his hands on this dreamboat of his that he would marry it on the spot.
So, despite the tense mood as both boys tried to avoid speaking of the darker topics that neither of them wanted to discuss, Timaeus felt genuine joy for his friend. He knew how long Adre had wanted his own ship. The Baron couldn’t be prouder that his friend now had one -- regardless of the circumstances surrounding it. “ Well regardless of how you got it, I know how you longed and pined for this sea-faring bride of yours!” Timaeus teased with a grin that was only slightly forced, “ I say we drink to it, either way, Barkeep?!” He called out, trying to flag down the server so their goblets would be refilled.
Now Timaeus wasn’t a fool, he could clearly see that whatever the circumstances had been behind Adre getting the ship… they weren’t good ones. The boy was just simply too despondent for this to be the case. Ordering the drinks was an attempt by Timaeus to help cheer his friend up, at least for a moment. After all, this was a reunion. It was meant to be a cheery occasion.
However, before the server even had a chance to refill their goblets, Adre revealed the reason why he was so upset and Timaeus could see that his attempts of cheeriness were wasted. Within moments the boys were weepy messes as Timaeus learned of the demise of his friend and Adre relived that horrible, horrible day. The Nikolaos was near inconsolable as he retold the story and Tim was tearing up too. As Adre neared the end of the woeful tale though, he dropped an important revelation that stopped Tim right in his tracks.
“ Wait, Sokari might be alive?” He said in stunned shock as a full moment ago he had believed that his old friend had died at sea. Now there was a chance that he wasn’t gone. “ Where did you wash up? When did it happen? I’m sure we can find some tidal charts in my office somewhere.” Timaeus sputtered out, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just accidentally revealed at he was now the Baron as second sons never had offices of their own in their households. However. That was the furthest thing from his mind as his flurry of questions made it clear that Timaeus thought that there was a chance they could narrow down where Sokari could have washed up. There was still a chance that he was alright.
“ Come, I have a household in the upper levels. Let’s see if we can find an--” Timaeus said eagerly, inviting Adre to where he lived. He was quickly cut off though by Adre falling into a fit of hysterics over his guilt. For a moment, Timaeus stiffened, unsure of what to do in response to this as he had no experience dealing with the emotions of others. Sheer instinct kicked in though and gingerly, Timaeus put a hand on his friend’s back and said quietly, “ It’s not your fault. You did what you could.”
By this point, his friend was an absolute mess… and to think he barely had any alcohol in him. It was clearly time to go and get Adre calmed down outside of this bar where the boys were making a scene. “ Adre, let’s go. We can figure out what to do there. After we get you cleaned up.” He said gently as the smallest smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he gently teased the sailor before Timaeus went to pay both their bills, “ And maybe we can get you in an outfit that doesn’t make you look like you’re coming from the Temple of Hymen, whatcha say?”
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For as long as Timaeus had known his friend; he knew that Adrestus dreamed of having a ship of his own. It wasn’t some secret desire either. Adre had talked about his dream ship like Tim and Sokari had talked about their dream lovers. The Nikolaos’s voice had always been filled with that certain sense of longing as he described the sails his perfect boat would have or how fast it would glide through the sea. His desire to have his own vessel was so well-known that whenever Adre had started talking about the boat he longed for, it nearly always ended with the other two boys joking about how if Adre ever got his hands on this dreamboat of his that he would marry it on the spot.
So, despite the tense mood as both boys tried to avoid speaking of the darker topics that neither of them wanted to discuss, Timaeus felt genuine joy for his friend. He knew how long Adre had wanted his own ship. The Baron couldn’t be prouder that his friend now had one -- regardless of the circumstances surrounding it. “ Well regardless of how you got it, I know how you longed and pined for this sea-faring bride of yours!” Timaeus teased with a grin that was only slightly forced, “ I say we drink to it, either way, Barkeep?!” He called out, trying to flag down the server so their goblets would be refilled.
Now Timaeus wasn’t a fool, he could clearly see that whatever the circumstances had been behind Adre getting the ship… they weren’t good ones. The boy was just simply too despondent for this to be the case. Ordering the drinks was an attempt by Timaeus to help cheer his friend up, at least for a moment. After all, this was a reunion. It was meant to be a cheery occasion.
However, before the server even had a chance to refill their goblets, Adre revealed the reason why he was so upset and Timaeus could see that his attempts of cheeriness were wasted. Within moments the boys were weepy messes as Timaeus learned of the demise of his friend and Adre relived that horrible, horrible day. The Nikolaos was near inconsolable as he retold the story and Tim was tearing up too. As Adre neared the end of the woeful tale though, he dropped an important revelation that stopped Tim right in his tracks.
“ Wait, Sokari might be alive?” He said in stunned shock as a full moment ago he had believed that his old friend had died at sea. Now there was a chance that he wasn’t gone. “ Where did you wash up? When did it happen? I’m sure we can find some tidal charts in my office somewhere.” Timaeus sputtered out, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just accidentally revealed at he was now the Baron as second sons never had offices of their own in their households. However. That was the furthest thing from his mind as his flurry of questions made it clear that Timaeus thought that there was a chance they could narrow down where Sokari could have washed up. There was still a chance that he was alright.
“ Come, I have a household in the upper levels. Let’s see if we can find an--” Timaeus said eagerly, inviting Adre to where he lived. He was quickly cut off though by Adre falling into a fit of hysterics over his guilt. For a moment, Timaeus stiffened, unsure of what to do in response to this as he had no experience dealing with the emotions of others. Sheer instinct kicked in though and gingerly, Timaeus put a hand on his friend’s back and said quietly, “ It’s not your fault. You did what you could.”
By this point, his friend was an absolute mess… and to think he barely had any alcohol in him. It was clearly time to go and get Adre calmed down outside of this bar where the boys were making a scene. “ Adre, let’s go. We can figure out what to do there. After we get you cleaned up.” He said gently as the smallest smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he gently teased the sailor before Timaeus went to pay both their bills, “ And maybe we can get you in an outfit that doesn’t make you look like you’re coming from the Temple of Hymen, whatcha say?”
For as long as Timaeus had known his friend; he knew that Adrestus dreamed of having a ship of his own. It wasn’t some secret desire either. Adre had talked about his dream ship like Tim and Sokari had talked about their dream lovers. The Nikolaos’s voice had always been filled with that certain sense of longing as he described the sails his perfect boat would have or how fast it would glide through the sea. His desire to have his own vessel was so well-known that whenever Adre had started talking about the boat he longed for, it nearly always ended with the other two boys joking about how if Adre ever got his hands on this dreamboat of his that he would marry it on the spot.
So, despite the tense mood as both boys tried to avoid speaking of the darker topics that neither of them wanted to discuss, Timaeus felt genuine joy for his friend. He knew how long Adre had wanted his own ship. The Baron couldn’t be prouder that his friend now had one -- regardless of the circumstances surrounding it. “ Well regardless of how you got it, I know how you longed and pined for this sea-faring bride of yours!” Timaeus teased with a grin that was only slightly forced, “ I say we drink to it, either way, Barkeep?!” He called out, trying to flag down the server so their goblets would be refilled.
Now Timaeus wasn’t a fool, he could clearly see that whatever the circumstances had been behind Adre getting the ship… they weren’t good ones. The boy was just simply too despondent for this to be the case. Ordering the drinks was an attempt by Timaeus to help cheer his friend up, at least for a moment. After all, this was a reunion. It was meant to be a cheery occasion.
However, before the server even had a chance to refill their goblets, Adre revealed the reason why he was so upset and Timaeus could see that his attempts of cheeriness were wasted. Within moments the boys were weepy messes as Timaeus learned of the demise of his friend and Adre relived that horrible, horrible day. The Nikolaos was near inconsolable as he retold the story and Tim was tearing up too. As Adre neared the end of the woeful tale though, he dropped an important revelation that stopped Tim right in his tracks.
“ Wait, Sokari might be alive?” He said in stunned shock as a full moment ago he had believed that his old friend had died at sea. Now there was a chance that he wasn’t gone. “ Where did you wash up? When did it happen? I’m sure we can find some tidal charts in my office somewhere.” Timaeus sputtered out, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just accidentally revealed at he was now the Baron as second sons never had offices of their own in their households. However. That was the furthest thing from his mind as his flurry of questions made it clear that Timaeus thought that there was a chance they could narrow down where Sokari could have washed up. There was still a chance that he was alright.
“ Come, I have a household in the upper levels. Let’s see if we can find an--” Timaeus said eagerly, inviting Adre to where he lived. He was quickly cut off though by Adre falling into a fit of hysterics over his guilt. For a moment, Timaeus stiffened, unsure of what to do in response to this as he had no experience dealing with the emotions of others. Sheer instinct kicked in though and gingerly, Timaeus put a hand on his friend’s back and said quietly, “ It’s not your fault. You did what you could.”
By this point, his friend was an absolute mess… and to think he barely had any alcohol in him. It was clearly time to go and get Adre calmed down outside of this bar where the boys were making a scene. “ Adre, let’s go. We can figure out what to do there. After we get you cleaned up.” He said gently as the smallest smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he gently teased the sailor before Timaeus went to pay both their bills, “ And maybe we can get you in an outfit that doesn’t make you look like you’re coming from the Temple of Hymen, whatcha say?”