Jealous Much?

"Jealous Much?" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Stonegit Elmiss: The festival ran long, long enough for even Stonegit to find himself able to drop by. Blunt had draped himself over him when he saw that he was able to attend, and Stonegit had to keep the man, who had been mildy drunk the better part of 24 hours, propped up a little, his hand pressed into his chest.
After kissing him soundly and telling him how proud he was that he had been hosting his portion of the party so well, Stonegit stepped out to enjoy a drink. But not before Blunt managed to whisper a few things in his ear.
Stonegit had also been anxious to tell the Warden of his success...but upon seeing her on high security detail, he avoided her. The information was safe, and he wanted that moment to be between just the two of them. It could happen after the party, so he went outside.
As he watched the horizon, Stonegit turned towards the sea, and his lip tugged once as he exhaled thinly through his nose. Whether they had chosen to attend or not, he knew he had enough loyal guards to fill in the gaps of his absences. He also knew that there wasn't a reason for him to feel the way he suddenly felt but...
He sighed. "I'm slacking cause of you being gone Gareth...I'm taking more time off. Putting more personal choices over my job...my heart..." Stonegit rubbed his chest absentmindedly. "Apart from being partially stabbed...just...isn't there the way it used to be...heh, I wonder if you'd resent me for that...probsbly not...maybe...a guy can worry right?" He rolled his eyes off to the side. "As I tend to do..."
Stonegit suddenly paused as he realized his ramblings hadnt nessecarily been private as Liam, also out for fresh air, was just a but a ways from him. He lowered his glass. "Liam..." he greeted. "You're looking well."
Liam Arnason: The measure of Liam's wellness according to Liam's typical demeanor was not impressive. He was quite drunk, no thanks to Blunt and their shenanigans, and he peeled himself a little more upright from the base of the maypole in the center of the plaza, squinting an eye at Stonegit. After indeed confirming it was indeed the Wilderwest kingdom's bodyguard, he grumbled and looked away again. "Quit yapping to nobody 'bout dead people. I get enough of that from everyone else."
Stonegit: "Eh, eh..." Stonegit shook his head a little. "Sorry friend, but everyone needs their time to talk to..." he trailed off, and then squinted at the odd phrase. "Get enough of that? Who's talking to dead people enough to make it a personal problem for you?"
Liam: Liam waved his hand vaguely, making a face. “Rebels are weird. Soft. Won’t let go of shit. Won’t stop...talking to people that they think can hear ‘em.”
Stonegit: "Hey kid," Stonegit said with a touch of a smile, although there was a warning in his tone. "I'm mourning. My 'shit' only happened a handful of months ago."
He regarded him. "That said...you're not wrong. We are weird and..." His eyes narrowed. "Liam... Haddock may not hear me. But I can hear the slurr in your voice. Please don't tell me my boyfriend enabled this."
Liam: The backlash was immediate. "You're not my dad," Liam growled, using the pole to wobble to his feet and continue keeping his balance as he faced Stonegit. "And I ain't a kid. Jus' cause I have a babysitter doesn't mean I'm a kid." He was very firm in his statement.
Stonegit: Stonegit set his drink aside. "I'm not trying to be. I've got enough kids to juggle already." He pointed a calculating finger. "And 'kid' is just something old people say on reflex by the way. But since you decided to unpack some baggage over it, what's you're beef with the Warden looking over you, last I checked she does that for all of us one way or another."
Liam: "That's not the same," Liam complained, momentarily slipping off the pole. "What's it to you, anyway?"
His green eyes were hazed with drink, but they still held a sharp memory of the same biting, volatile emotion that had swelled in his chest upon seeing Stonegit's over-emotional arrival to Haligan after the raid, and Nala's subsequent reaction.
Stonegit: Stonegit was used to seeing Liam so angry. He remembered being like that, and Liam had good reason.
A very good reason...
The memory of slipping under the water, his eye bloodied, and skin freezing. He knew he had done it for Haddock, and only for Haddock. But the memory was still like a slap in the face upon hearing of Vox's absence from his family.
Stonegit also noticed with a note of annoyance that he was also getting used to emotionally compromised people snapping at him for very little reason.
"Well you're not wrong there. You are special to her." He heaved a quiet sigh. "Call it, perhaps, me looking out for a friend. Even though she's scarcely in need if protection."
Liam: “Then don’t worry about it,” Liam said, waving a paw. “Me and her have each other’s backs. We’re fine. You go, like...protect the castle or whatever.”
Stonegit: “I’m not going anywhere. I’m sitting my ass down here for a once in a blue moon drink.” Stonegit said, a grin still on his face, but not nativity. “I needed to talk to her anyway. I guess I’ll add her scaring the life out of Blunt for passing you Hel knows how much alcohol to the list of discussion topics.” 
Liam: Liam’s chest puffed a little at that. “About what?”
Stonegit: Stonegit paused, and realized that the casual comment would have been harmless. If it had basically been about anything other than the fact that he had the Warden’s uncle’s name in his pocket. He picked up his drink again to take a sip. “Personal.” He said, his tone neutral, as if he didn’t mind Liam asking, but had to decline any real answer anyway.
Liam: "Personal, my ass," he growled. "I'm not ten years ol', Stonegit, I'm grown. I'm..." He paused as he counted years in his head, still obsessed with how little of a kid he was, but being unable to quantify it through his drink. "Twenty-something," he decided. "I can hear about adult stuff."
Stonegit: “If it was just adult stuff I’d tell you.” Stonegit said. He wasn’t sure what was aggravating him more at this point. The knowledge of Blunt giving Liam so much to drink, or Liam taking exception to pretty much everything he had said that night. Stonegit would have included his casual mention of having personal business with someone without being will to go into detail to the list. But he figured that he, like anyone else, had a right to that kind of statement without scrutiny.
“I didn’t say personal for a cover. The matter really is something I have to sort out privately.”
Liam: “With Nala?” Liam pressed. “She’s not yo--”
He sucked in a breath and stopped himself, narrowing his eyes at Stonegit. “Not...whatever. If you wanna keep secrets with her, whatever.”
Stonegit: Stonegit raised a careful eyebrow. "Why are you all burned up about this Liam?"
Liam: “I’m not,” he groused.
Stonegit: Stonegit molded his hands around his mug of ale, and figured he'd try once more. "We're both the kind to speak our mind. What's your quarrel?"
Liam: The lanky young man leaned up against the pole and huffed the fringes of his auburn hair out of his eyes, glaring at the night horizon that was barely visible in the distance. He was annoyed, but it was more because...well, because he was annoyed. “She’s busy,” he managed to get out reluctantly. “She didn’t use to be, and now she is, all the time, and...” Liam’s eyes flicked over to Stonegit, and there was pain. “And it sucks. And it’s stupid. And you’re...I don’t know.”
He shut up again, still aware of getting himself into hot water with someone that was both stronger than him and too close with the subject of his soreness. 
Stonegit: Stonegit rubbed the back of his neck. He knew what it was like to want to be close to someone who was often busy. Hel…even Blunt knew what that was like. Still, Stonegit had also known Nala to be busy ever since the close of the first battle of Ragnarok. However, this business with Rhenco…he felt his stomach twist a little. “It’s not stupid.” He assured. “I’ve been there…all this recent stuff though, I think we’re just about on the other side of it.”
He took a sip of his drink. “Maybe once the party dies down you can talk with her.”
Liam: Liam worked a fang into his lower lip, considering Stonegit before turning away again. “You’ve been there? What, you and me? You think you know what it’s like?” He was abrasive with his words, but his tone was milder than usual.
Stonegit: “I do know what it’s like.” Stonegit reasonably affirmed. “Not you and me. Haddock II and I and, Hel, even for the Warden herself at one point.” Stonegit thought of Greg, and a pang of guilt touched his heart. “Back then…Haddock did what the Warden does now in many ways. Likewise, there were days were I hardly got to spend time with him even though I never left the room he was in.” 
Liam: “Yeah, but like…” He ran a paw through his hair, frustrated. “You didn’t grow up with him. You were just his bodyguard. It’s totally…it’s totally different. Nala’s my…” His throat closed up slightly, and he struggled to come up with the right words. “I don’t even know. We’re just really close.”
Stonegit: “True. I didn’t grow up with him. But I knew him for more of my life than I didn’t. And for a time…he was all I had.” He glanced down at the ground thoughtfully. “And just being close…that’s good. Sometimes titles bog us down.” His eyes flicked up in Liam’s direction. “She’d make the time, if you told her.”
Liam: “She won’t,” he finally snapped. “She won’t, ‘cause of you.”
There was a tense silence following his words, as he looked both angry and ashamed of what he’d admitted. He could almost see Kendra’s signs in front of him, berating him. Any more of this, and you’ll turn green.
Stonegit: Stonegit found himself blinking a few times out of pure reflex. Him? Granted because of Rhenco he and Nala had some more emotional dealings with one another than before. But especially in light of Haddock’s death, most of his time had been in the kingdom tending to his duties.
He frowned. Then again…it was possible he was missing something. “Um…” Stonegit took another second to chew his words. He knew that expression on Liam’s face, and knew those kind of outbursts so well, that he could hardly bring himself to chastise him. “Liam…I know the Warden and I have had to deal with some matters concerning one another lately…but something tells me that’s now what you’re referring to.”  
Liam: “She won’t shut up about you,” he complained, his voice still hurting. “It’s Stonegit this, Rhenco that, like he hasn’t tried to stab me twice or anything. It’s just…it’s stupid!” Liam put a paw to his own chest as he spoke, and gritted his teeth. “It feels stupid.”
Stonegit: I guess it was about me and this recent stuff after all…Stonegit once again found himself at a slight loss for words. Rhenco stabbed at him twice?! And Nala didn’t lose her mind over this? Why would-?
Realization suddenly hit Stonegit like a punch in the stomach as the image of the obsessive glint in Rhenco’s eyes flickered din his mind. A cold bead of sweat suddenly made its way from his hairline. Rhenco targets the people closest to you…despite encountering Liam twice, Rhenco’s mainly targeted myself, Milae, and Sven, meaning LIam is still under his radar. Nala severely under reacting to Liam like this could be saving his life…was this an accidental outcome? Or did she plan this?
Now Stonegit really found himself in a spot, as he suddenly doubted what would actually be best for Liam’s safety. Eventually, he figured honesty was best. “Liam I-” He sighed. “Yeah…I’ve been taking up a lot of her time. And there are things about this Rhenco guy that…that could cause her to be distant, for your safety. We can talk about that too, but first you need to realize that at the end of the day, I am not always here. Most days, I’m all the way in the Kingdom. And if her attention is still on me despite me not being here, then it’s on you to snap her back to what’s in front of her.” 
Liam: Liam sighed, deeply. He managed to make his way to stand in front of Stonegit and stare at his feet, burying his paws in his pockets. “I kind of don’t care,” Liam mumbled. “I don’t wanna just be safe all the time if she’s still out there getting shit done and forgetting about me.”
Stonegit: Stonegit set aside his drink. “I heard about you and Kendra turning the tide at the temple gate incident. And your early investigative work regarding Rhenco with Verdandi. You are far from keeping yourself safe Liam, but no more than what any other willing member of the rebellion would. It’s a good mark.”
His fingers drummed on the wood of the table he sat on. “But…there’s a line with everything I guess. I’d clear the air with her.”
Liam: He shrugged languidly and kicked at the ground as he started to turn away. He tripped and had to grab Stonegit’s shoulder for support, and he quickly yanked his paw away like he had burned it, his cheeks warming. “Yeah okay sure whatever,” he blabbed, ducking his head as he left. “Go keep talkin’ to Haddock. Don’t let me stop you.” The knot in his chest was no longer directed at Stonegit, and it was something he figured he would loosen when he was a few days more sober than he currently was.
Stonegit: Stonegit watched him for a second, and then motioned back towards the Great Hall. “Hey, Liam. I figure Haddock heard enough of my ramblings in life. He could stand to get a break from it in death. Blunt brewed coffee for the event as well. A mug of that will help you get home in a straight line, and a some water might help the potential hang over. If you’re interested.”
He shrugged. “And that way your mom also doesn’t have a reason to kill me.”
Liam: “Don’t know why she would if you’re basically her replacement over here,” he said in decent humor.
He glanced over his shoulder, and then he rubbed his head tiredly. Everything was starting to progress to being the less-fun part of being drunk, and he just wanted to lay down. 
“Don’t get that mad at Blunt, okay?”
Stonegit: Stonegit appreciated the note of humor, but nevertheless felt a little flabbergasted at Liam’s persistent impression that he was around more than he actually was. “If Tree has me replacing something it’s news to me. As for Blunt…I’m always a little mad at him so it shouldn’t be too severe.”
He stepped over back towards the Hall doors. “Blunt also has a crash site away from all the noise. Beats walking home like that.”
Liam: “Ohhh, you really don’t want me by myself, do you…okay, alright. Coffee sounds great.” He stopped and waited for Stonegit to fully leave, swaying slightly in place. “Go on.”
Stonegit: “I’ll be right out with it.” Stonegit said evenly, and pushed himself the rest of the way back into the Hall. He could only hope that Liam wouldn’t run off once he did. If that kid staggers away into the night, Blunt can chase him down. I need to stay here, but I will not have Tree’s fury drop on my head over this.