The Part That Was Always His

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Blunt sat at his kitchen table, the contents of a turned over drink staining the elbow of his sleeve, and the counters left deliberately messy behind him. Rhenco’s shroomed out adventures had resulted in a meticulously cleaned kitchen, and a not half bad looking bowl of stew. The food had ultimately been thrown out though, and the kitchen reset to the way it had been before. Lived in, and a little untidy. 
The man’s hands were pressed together and he was concentrating on breathing evenly. The memory of the attack and long night with hardly any air plagued his mind, and his throat clenched. Thank god for my pretty much niece…
There was a clatter as the door opened and Blunt nearly jumped out of his skin, but then relaxed when he saw Stonegit slipping inside. “Oh…” He breathed with relief. “Hey there Sweetbutt, how’s the family?”
Stonegit gave a harsh exhale. “Safe. Safer than I actually could have anticipated, which is why I was able to get back so soon in the first place.” He walked over to him. “I can’t give you the details but I was scared to death. I can’t believe you stayed behind he really could have hurt…” Stonegit hesitated upon seeing Blunt’s look, and came to a slow halt. “Blunt…?”
The larger man stepped over and hugged him tightly. “I was worried about you too.”
Stonegit’s eyes flickered. He could feel the difference in Blunt’s spirit. He could tell something was wrong. “What did he do to you?” He breathed dangerously. 
“I’m okay.” Blunt began but Stonegit cut him off. 
He shoved him back enough for him to study his face and look him over. “Blunt!”
“Stones I-”
“Blunt what did he do!?”
A million images. A million possibilities. A million things that Stonegit already knew Rhenco  was capable of.
A dozen things he had experienced himself.
Blunt had opened his mouth again and Stonegit’s eyes flared. “Tell me!” 
Blunt stopped, and then sighed resignedly. “It…it wasn’t like…”
“Like what?” Stonegit gasped, examining him closer now as if he could determine the extent of the damage before he got an explanation. “Like what he did to me? I didn’t ask for that Blunt I asked for what, he, did!” 
Blunt caught his hands, and inhaled through his nose. He may as well bite the bullet. “He hurt my windpipe…jammed his fingers right into it…and then used some rune that kept me alive but barely breathing…Aria found me the next morning and healed me up…”
Dead silence came between them. Stonegit slowly took a step back, and paced around the room for a moment. 
I nearly…lost…you?
Blunt swallowed uncertainly, and then his chest hitched as Stonegit turned to meet his eyes again. He could tell…he could see. Hot, boiling anger had been poured into Stonegit’s veins. A protective instinct that was not often expressed or acted on had been activated, and…and there was something else. It was something old, something, an expression in his lover eyes that Blunt hadn’t seen in decades.
He raised a slow hand, and spoke gently. “Sweetbutt…listen…” 
Stonegit strode forward and Blunt caught his wrist reassuring even as the younger man spat venom. “I’m going to kill him.” He said, his voice dark and gutterel. “I’m going to crunch every bone under that clammy skin of his until he’s nothing more than a mass of red, pink viscera dotted with white shards! 
Blunt’s heart beat in fear. Not of Stonegit, but fear for him. “Stones…you can’t. You left that.”
Stonegit leaned forward almost menacingly. “I left nothing!” He snarled, and then stormed towards the door.
Now that last part had been a surprise. What does he mean he left nothing behind!? That was the whole point of the treaty he man with the North right! The reason he spared Haddock’s killer? 
But Blunt didn’t have time to deliberate this, and he walked after him. “Stones! Stones wait, I don’t need you running off like this to confront the bad guy, I just need you, here.”
Stonegit turned on his feet, blind, mad, anger clouding his vision. “I’m going to Hiligan. Long enough to undo a stupid, idiotic choice I made. I won’t be able to sleep until I do.”
Blunt watched him storm out, quelling the upset feeling in his gut. A second later he grabbed his coat and hurried after. He wasn’t sure about a lot of what was going on here, but at this point he was fairly certain that he would need to accompany Stonegit for this one, if not beat him to the island.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Blunt Donz
Category:Stonegit Brotchurn Elmiss