Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
season
Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Evelyn couldn't hold back her laugh, looking down at her cell phone to a message that was very amusing. She was slowly making her way back home, as she opened the door to Umberto's house, she stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed the red hair guy standing just inside the door. Does he remember me? She didn't have time to worry about him not remembering her, surely Umberto would have brought him home with his memories right? She moved in to hug him from behind but he was quick to turn around and shoved her away. "Silas?" She yelled, somewhat angry that he had pushed her away. Sure there was a slight chance he'd remember his death but he didn't have to push her away for it.
The words that had come from his mouth were hurtful and it was hard to believe that he still couldn't remember her. She turned on her heels, running back out the door. No longer in the mood to be in Umberto's house, not with that guy that was no longer her brother. It is my fault.... he couldn't remember me when he died and he can't remember me right now either. She was frustrated that he couldn't remember her. They finally both had freedom from their parents and yet, it felt like a prison with him not being able to remember her. She blamed herself for failing to save him from death. She wouldn't be able to tell Umberto about that though. Tears were flowing from her eyes as she tried to calm herself down, debating to go to Vylad's place because he always made her feel better.
Blaming himself appeared to become a natural response for Umberto when the topic revolved around Silas' death. Familiars, gracious protectors sent down from the Heavens possessed the purpose of defending those around them. Shielding them from the numerous dangers that this sometimes wretched world could through at the occupants. When the incomprehension was mentioned, the familiar stared at his husband with softness in his blue eyes. There would be a newfound innocence discovered in the recent vacancy of precious memories. A few moments were spent in silence, the blue-haired man piecing together an explanation for his responsibility in his hero's death. Merely the pondering drew shaky breaths for his lungs at the overwhelming guilt.
"A familiar's job is to protect their master... You were my master, and you died because I failed to protect you... Therefore, it's my fault," he responded softly. "I'm so sorry, Silas... I wanted to protect you, but instead I failed to..."
The explanation resulted in the guilt weighing heavily onto the blue-haired man's shoulders, burrowing in and refusing to be lifted. There was thorough belief in the concept of Silas' death being caused by failure to make certain he was alright. Once there was some definition of order to his emotions, Umberto had taken his husband's hand with the intention of leading him home. Soothing breaths, extensive with mild pauses on the inhales, in hopes his upset emotions could receive some definition of comfort. A tight grip was maintained as the familiar led his significant other in the direction of the house, his gaze lingering back to scrutinize Silas' condition; nobody was going to harm him again. There was comfort when the home came into view, Umberto leading his husband up the front steps and towards the door.
The last expectation he possessed was for Evelyn to arrive home around the same time. There had been neglect in informing Silas of his sister, Umberto's emotional state making it incredibly difficult to give that situation forethought. Silently, the familiar witnessed the exchange, his stomach dropping when his master turned to runaway.
"EVELYN! WAIT!" He called for her desperately. "Silas, stay here. I have to go talk to her, okay?"
There was no time given towards a response as the familiar quickly descended the steps and hastily made his way after Evelyn despite his dislike of leaving the amnesiac within the house alone. He followed her quickly, his enhanced senses assisting in allowing him maintain a close distance.
"EVELYN! COME BACK, PLEASE!" He pleaded while he followed the girl.
An explanation was necessary in hopes that Evelyn would not be angry towards Silas. This night appeared to be becoming exhausting both emotionally and physically given the circumstances and all Umberto could crave was a moment of rest.
Silas couldn't remember her, though she blamed herself for that fact she couldn't help but be upset with him admitting to not remembering her when all she wanted was for him to be alive and well. So maybe he was somewhat well but it was no thanks to her, so she had bolted, hearing Umberto shouting for her to stop but she wouldn't stop, not until she got far enough away from that house, far away from Silas. Tears poured from her eyes as she finally came to a stop. I don't understand..... why'd he have to die instead of me? Why'd he have to lose his memory instead of me? Why couldn't I have been stronger so that I could have saved him from death?
She sniffed, tears still pouring from her eyes as she cried. Her brother might be standing in Umberto's house but he wasn't her brother anymore, not if he couldn't even remember her. She turned around to see that Umberto had followed behind her, tears were still pouring down her face as she stared at him with disbelief. "Umberto?" She asked, feeling a great need to have a hug so that she could be comforted, still upset because it seemed like to her that Silas had remembered him but not her. "He... can't remember me...." She whined, not hesitating to reach out to hug him.
Silas nodded his head as Umberto explained what a Familiar job was, though he didn't completely agree with Umberto, he didn't make a comeback at this time. He would do it later when he felt like he had a better explainmation or if he was lucky and got his memory back. When they had made it home, he hadn't meant to hurt her feelings but he couldn't bring himself to apologize either. To his surprise, Umberto had gone running out after her, telling him to stay inside. When Umberto left, he shrugged his shoulders and started looking around, figuring that looking around the house didn't count as leaving his spot. So the first thing he did was go to the refrigerator to look at all of the different drinks that were inside of it. None of them look familiar but he was thirsty and somewhat interested in having something to drink so he grabbed a random bottle and closed the refrigerator.
Leaving the kitchen behind him, he made his way towards the hall and found himself staring at the wall, as if hoping that he'd manage to remind himself of his past. Nothing seemed to cross his mind, so he sighed and opened the booze, pressing it to his lips he took a sip. The flavor was strong but not familiar to him. No being one for wasting, he held it in his hand and continued walking down the hall until he made it to the rooms at the end. He peeked his head inside, surprised to see that the one room seemed to be empty as if nobody was staying here and yet the bed was still made as if expecting a guest. After looking at the room for a few more minutes he exited and walked into the second room, one that seemed to draw him towards it because it seemed somewhat familiar to him. He raised the booze to his lips again for another sip.
This evening had gradual transformed into a stressful situation for Umberto who had merely intended to drink his sorrows away. There was happiness in Silas returning, but the familiar found it difficult not to be upset over the amnesia. Now, there was Evelyn who had abandoned the house as a result of her older brother lacking memories of her. As a familiar and brother-in-law, Umberto felt it was necessary to follow and sooth the redhead's emotions, thus he pushed forward. When the young woman finally ceased running, the blue-haired man felt relief transcend of him, resulting in his own halting as he drew closer. Witnessing the tears in Evelyn's eyes brought a softness to his, the familiar finding himself capable of sympathizing impart from feeling the sorrows of amnesia earlier.
In reaction to the redhead reaching out to hug him, Umberto remained welcoming, embracing back in an attempt to sooth his master. Silence was kept by the familiar for a few moments, the usually blunt man attempting to organize his words in a softer manner for his master's sake. An extensive breath escaped his lips, and attempt to create a soothing atmosphere for himself in the quiet, calming presence of night.
"He... he doesn't remember me either... Something happened to him," Umberto began gently. "I think he has amnesia, or something like that... Either way, we can't blame Silas for any hurt he causes. He can't remember, and I wouldn't doubt if that means... that maybe... his emotions changed."
The final sentence struck a cord in Umberto, sharp and painful. Admitting the concept of Silas' emotions changing alongside his feelings towards those around him was a frightening fact for the familiar. He loved his husband and the notion of those emotions not being returned caused heartache. Although, the thoughts were abandoned when a peculiar sensation enveloped Umberto, causing him to stiffen. Those familiar sensations caused by the liquid he had grown attached to after years of downing darkly coloured bottles or radiant aluminum cans. When the realization dawned, the blue-haired man's eyes widened into a panic as a possibility entered his mind. Had Silas managed to get into the alcohol? Despite his lacking in medical experience, the familiar remained certain that booze and amnesia were not a good combination.
"Now... I hate to cause panic, but I think Silas got into the booze..." Umberto stated. "I better get back to the house."
There was an attempt to maintain a calmness in his voice, but thick notes of panic remained, obvious in fluctuation of tone. After the statement, the familiar pulled away from the embrace, feeling an urgency to hastily return to the house and cease Silas' reckless behavior.
Evelyn couldn't help but feel sadder when Umberto had admitted that Silas couldn't remember him either. Something happened to him? You mean besides him dying and I failed to save him? She wasn't sure if she believed his memory of her to be completely gone but she wasn't sure what all Silas could remember or if Umberto was correct in believing that Silas couldn't remember a single thing about them. I should tell him, tell him what I know about Silas' death but I just can't bring myself to talk about that night.... She felt ashamed but since Umberto didn't know she was holding this secret, it was easier for her to hold onto it for dear life. She was pulled from her thoughts, looking at Umberto she sighed slightly. "If he can't remember anything, I don't know what to say..." She paused as if thinking hard on it. "But I want to help bring his memory back." She answered with a nod of her head.
"No, I don't think he would change, not if it is memory loss based." She answered, remembering how just before Silas died that he didn't seem to remember her than, either. I thought he had come to save me, instead I failed to keep him safe. Until I know what happened to him, I plan on keeping this secret. I also need to figure out where that damn pin went. She knew that the pin she had was with Silas, or at least he had it before he died because she had gave it to him. She just didn't know that the pin is what caused the memory loss in the first place. When she saw Umberto's face expression, she frowned slightly. When Umberto explained she couldn't help but freak out. "Got into the booze?" The last thing she wanted was for her brother to be drinking, especially if he couldn't remember them. "Now see, this is why you shouldn't have it in the house!" She stated, allowing Umberto to go.
She figured now would be a good time to drop by Vylad's place. With any luck, being with him would make her forget about today so that she could hopefully move on and be happy that her brother is alive after all. She would watch Umberto go before turning to head towards Vylad's house.
Breaths grew shaky as Umberto continued embracing as frightful thoughts of Silas' emotions changing continued to consume him. With the altering of feelings arrived the possibility of his husband no longer loving him, which stabbed at the familiar's heart. There was only a single individual that he desired, which was the wondrous hero of light who saved him those numerous years ago. The man he devoted himself falling in love with somebody else entirely made him shutter, his heart aching immensely from the frightening concept. Could he find bliss in knowing Silas was happy with somebody else? The blue-haired man doubted the notion, the imagery nearly causing tears to form in his clouded blue eyes. As Evelyn began to spoke, Umberto's eyes flitted towards her, a glimmer of sympathy glimmering inside them.
"... It is nearly impossible to know what to say. When I first saw him... I wanted to spill out my emotions so bad... I'm happy he is back, but... I'm still scared at the same time," he murmured. "I'm glad to hear that. I mean... I will love him no matter what, but I at least want him to remember those times we spent together."
All those precious memories were meant to be shared and the familiar wanted their return extremely. Those days where he could mention the romantic days of dating, invoke the wonderful thought of being married and spark joy over the funny occasions. While a majority viewed mundane or past living, Umberto found it endearing. The answer to his inquiry caused him to stiffen slightly, the depressed man being uncertain how to answer.
"... But... he can't remember the experiences that made him," he mumbled quietly.
There was limited time to ponder the notion considering he could sense Silas drinking the alcohol. A concerned look continued on Umberto's face, his heart beating in fear for his husband's health. No precautions had been taken towards making certain his amnesiac lover would open one of the bottles in the fridge; admittedly, the familiar had not thought thoroughly about the notion. As the panic continued to the settle, the familiar pulled away from Evelyn, his gaze flitting towards the direction he came from. When the redheaded girl stated that he should have never left the abode, Umberto spared a glance towards her before beginning to run back towards the house. He looked over his shoulder at Evelyn, mentally apologizing for abandoning her without properly comforting her.
"IN MY DEFENSE, I DID NOT THINK MY NEWLY AMNESIAC HUSBAND WOULD GET INTO THE BOOZE!" He shouted behind him before continuing on the path.
Hastily, he sprinted towards the house with worried emotions conquering his heart, causing it to beat with panic. Alcohol was definitely not healthy for an amnesiac. Each second, he regretted leaving Silas home alone, chastising himself for not thinking of the possibility of him fetching a beer from the refrigerator. There was always a possibility that his husband had maintained his occasional enjoyment of alcohol, and the familiar had neglected the notion. As Umberto drew closer, he bounded up the stairs of the front porch with ease, slamming the door open before closing it loudly behind him. There was a pause as he glanced around the open house, panic and worry obvious in his blue eyes. A few hesitant steps were taken, his heart beating rapidly from exertion and fear. Inhales were deep and shallow, his lungs begging for oxygen to supply his blood. Once he managed to catch his breath, he continued through the house at a faster pace.
"Silas?! SILAS WHERE ARE YOU?!" The shouting pleas for his husband's presence were loud.
The familiar continued through the house, eventually entering the hallway towards his bedroom. His eyes flitted through the few other rooms, noticing Evelyn's and later finding the open door to his. Immediately, his body stopped when his blue eyes discovered his husband sipping on a bottle of booze. After the momentary pause he began to approach.
"SILAS STOP!" He shouted, getting closer. "That is won't be good for you."
Once close to his husband, he cautious reached out in hoped that Silas would allow him to take the bottle. In the instance, Umberto did not care what happened to the contents and merely desired his husband's safety. Guilt was obvious in the familiar's expression as he wished he had taken more caution with his beloved.
Silas had heard the front door open but it hadn't stopped him from wandering around the house hearing Umberto shouting at him he continued looking around until he had finished in the guest bedroom to go into the master bedroom. This room, it seemed to hold secrets that he couldn't seem to unlock in his mind, he felt like he had been in here before. Have I? Have I been in here before? He had placed the bottle to his lips with the intention of drinking it, only getting a little sip when Umberto had come into the room and told him to stop. He held a confused look on his face, even when Umberto claimed the drink wasn't good for him. He held the drink in his hand, not moving when Umberto had moved closer to him, reaching out to take the bottle. Does he want me to hand it over to him? He thought to himself, still somewhat confused. Instead of giving the bottle over as Umberto desired, he held firm to it, not understanding why Umberto wanted him to give it up.
"I think I remember having something like this...." He looked at the bottle, not favoring it, but he had something that had been a favorite, but he couldn't remember what flavor it was or what the drink looked like. He handed the bottle over to Umberto, no longer caring what happens to it. "This room looks somewhat familiar." He commented, memories refused to give him a clear picture on why that would be. Though he remembered Umberto could help him, because that is what he had told himself after he had seen the note he had written before dying, and the fact that Umberto had claimed they were married, he just couldn't help but feel frustrated from the lack of memories. "You came back." He couldn't help but feel slightly betrayed that Umberto had gone with that girl instead of staying with him, wasn't he the one that said they were married, shouldn't he have picked him over that girl.
"Do you like her?" He asked, concerned that Umberto might be interested in more than one person, or at the very least, interested in the girl and only gave him the time of day over some old feelings they supposedly had before he lost his memory. I don't have a right to complain, if he does have feelings for her, it is my fault for leaving. What ever that reason was, I had no right to hurt him like that, but still. I can't help but feel slightly upset over the idea of him liking the company of somebody besides me.
The master bedroom had been a location where nights were shared, wrapped in blankets and trading the occasional sweet words. After Silas had died, it transformed into a lonelier place for Umberto since the man he shared it with was gone. While he stood at the threshold, his blue eyes remained locked on his husband, notes of concern flashing in them. The bottle of alcohol appeared menacing given the current situation, threatening to bring Silas harm solely from the contents. There was an attempt taken towards trying to remove the bottle from his love's hands in hopes of limiting the damages the beverage could cause. When Silas did not hand it to him, the familiar flinched as he began worrying about what the horrible ingredients would do to his husband's amnesia. The mentioning of a vague familiarity lacked reassurance in Silas consuming the drink.
It was not the russet-haired man's favorite flavoring which had never touched the fridge since the man's death. The hesitation was stressful to Umberto as his thoughts wrapped around concerns about Silas never handing him the drink. Consuming the entirety of the beverage was a nerve-wracking concept that entered the familiar's mind as he continued inching forward. His heart was palpitating with fears of his husband accomplishing the task that could possibly be regretted. When the bottle was handed to him, Umberto found relief in feeling his hand encompass the smooth, glass figure of the bottle before placing it onto the dresser; he could get rid of it later. The comment that Silas made resulted in Umberto's eyes immediately flitting towards him with hopeful anticipation that his husband's memories could possibly return.
"It should... this was our room," Umberto responded. "We spent a lot of time in here together. When you were alive... it was one of my favorite places since it often meant the end of a day and some personal time spent with you."
Those evenings where they would lay beside each other, snuggling close and sharing affection before sleep claimed them. Even the groggy mornings that possessed the opportunity to wake up in a blissful company. It was a subtle type of beauty, oftentimes taken for granted by a majority of people, but pleasant when possessed. While the majority would think the concept as trivial, Umberto enjoyed every second of those days, cherishing them in his memories. For a few moments, his thoughts remained fixated on the wonderful moments they had together until Silas made a comment that forced his attention. Instantly, the familiar's eyes flitted towards his husband's face, surprised by the words that escaped the man's mouth. The question that proceeded made Umberto's eyes soften, the man slowly walking closer and reaching out in an attempt to wrap his arms around Silas.
"... Don't think that, you are the only person I could ever love," he stated softly. "You're my everything, wonderful, sweet, kind, handsome and perfect. Just your presence makes the world a brighter place for me... There is nobody else I could possibly love, but you."
The emotions were briefly stated, Umberto desiring to display his intense feelings for Silas that remained strong over the year of absence. There was no possibility of them ceasing considering the incredible man who stood in the bedroom with him earned his significance through the numerous wonderful things he accomplished. The man was a hero, shrouding his shadow-covered realm in a warm bath of light that rescued him from the vicious atrocities of the dark world. Despite the year of absence, Silas still held Umberto's complete devotion since the familiar would never be capable of giving his heart to anybody else. Breaking through that outer shell took a special type of person, and Umberto had no plans of letting them go for another individual.
Silas was aware of Umberto coming towards him, though he was still deciding on if he would give the alcohol up or not. The last thing he wanted was to upset Umberto again, but it just didn't seem like that big of a deal to be drinking it in the first place. After giving Umberto the alcohol, he couldn't help but be pleased that Umberto seemed relived over being upset with him. He wasn't sure why he felt a great need to please Umberto over any other emotion, perhaps it was the fact that he couldn't help but find the man adorable and wishing nothing more than to fill the shoes of the man that had supposedly been his husband, prior to his memory loss. He had mentioned the room looking somewhat familiar, wishing that he could remember more but the memories just weren't coming to him. Umberto kept speaking as he took this chance to try and remember those times that Umberto claimed they had spent together.
His memories refused to give him anything and he sighed from disappointment. He was pulled from his thoughts, "Was?" He hadn't meant to be a bother, but one would think it would have remained a favorite despite dying, right? He didn't understand why it would come to an end. "Sorry, I know being here now wouldn't make it the same." He added, trying to correct the mistake of asking his question in the first place. He than asked Umberto if he liked that girl, still wrapping the knowledge around his head that she was his younger sister. He just couldn't believe that he'd forget something as important as that, but seeing as many of his memories were missing, including the ones where he was married, it didn't surprise him completely. Umberto had moved to him, reaching out to wrap his arms around him. As tempting as it was to pull away, knowing he would likely blush to having Umberto's arms around him, he still didn't want to upset him, a little blush would mean a hug from his husband right?
Was it wrong that he wanted it more than worrying about his face appearance? Feeling Umberto's arms around his body, he slowly wrapped his arms around Umberto in return. If he thought that having Umberto's arms around him would make him blush, he hadn't been expecting his face to feel so warm when Umberto admitted to having feelings for him still. The only thing he felt like he could do to comfort Umberto in return was to melt in the embrace. He wasn't against falling in love with Umberto again but he believed it might take him some time. I don't know why, but I couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly jealous at the idea of him liking somebody else. He wasn't sure why that would be, perhaps he knew deep in his heart that Umberto was telling the truth about them being married.
A thought crossed his mind, did they have rings? If so, where were they? Why were neither one of them wearing one. He would have to explore around this house to find them later because if they didn't have any, he wanted to get some for them. He closed his eyes, pulling Umberto slightly closer to him, feeling comfort in being so close.
There was a peculiar sense in witnessing Silas in the bedroom with him again, the pass year resulting in Umberto being acquainted with the concept of this empty room. While having his beloved husband return was a wonderful reality, there was an unsettling feeling churning in the pits of the familiar's stomach. Constantly, thoughts orbited around the grim possibilities of the man he deeply cared about changing, becoming a different person as a result of memory lost. Admittedly, Umberto would be intensely jealous should Silas fall in love with another individual because of the changes that could occur. While he desired for his husband to be happy, the familiar desperately wanted it to be with him; to return to those sublime days they spent together in their blissful marriage.
The amount of affection he held for Silas was the reason he returned to the house, taking the alcoholic beverage from the man's hand. Should an opportunity to capture his husband's heart be provided, Umberto was already planning to hastily take it. Those yearning feelings for the attention of a single individual who held an immense significance to him now possessed the opportunity of being satisfied. The disappointed sigh accompanied by the inquiry caused a sorrowful sheen to take Umberto's blue eyes. Since Silas had passed away, the familiar could never discover joy in the room they once shared. Merely being inside the bedroom reminded him of that horrible night and following day where he found the bed empty.
"... When you died... I... I just couldn't enjoy myself in here," he explained quietly; tones of sadness were obvious in his voice. "... While you weren't here... it just reminded me that I was alone... that you were gone... that I couldn't protect you..."
Awaking to the empty bed had nearly shattered the familiar that day, bringing those horrible concepts of not being good enough for his husband. It was a notion always feared when he married Silas since self-conscious feelings mixed with symptoms of depression, resulting in a constant nervousness. They would always get soothed, but when the hero who banished them disappeared, the nervousness returned in full fighting force. The apology was unexpected, causing Umberto to stare at Silas while the words were spoken; it only increased his desire to hug him. Merely his husband's presence improved things, bringing those sensations of comfort in knowing that Silas was now safe. When the familiar managed to hug the russet-haired man, he kept the embrace tight, enjoying the warmth and closeness being provided.
"... Don't ever be sorry... Just you being here makes me happy," Umberto murmured gently.
While those emotions of joy were not openly displayed, there was genuine happiness discovered in Silas' company. Those numerous feelings held from a year ago still existed, life being breathed back into them with his husband present. There was comfort when Silas melted into the embrace, some jovial feelings becoming evident in a tiny grin that traced across Umberto's lips; embracing his husband always assisted in making him feel better. Silently, the familiar continued holding his beloved while his eyes scanned the room, noticing the box that housed the golden bands, the drawer where his journal remained stationed and the small photo album. Shortly, his blue eyes fixated on the photo album where the many memories captured in pictures remained; would that be useful?
"... How tired are you?" Umberto asked initially. "... Because... I don't know if it will help... but I have a photo album from when we were together..."
While his husband was an undead creature, the possibility remained of travels wearing on the precious man. Even with the species from Purgatory being self-sustaining creatures, they could still become victims of weariness. Naturally, he would allow his magnificent Silas to rest should it be required, but while he awaited the answer, Umberto continued holding his husband tightly.
Silas could understand what Umberto meant, but he couldn't really understand if Umberto was hinting at it still being current or not, he would just have to figure it out later. He was quick to get his answer when Umberto had him in a hug, he wrapped his arms around Umberto in return, feeling his face somewhat red when Umberto gave his answer earlier than expected. Does that mean he still loves his husband? Can he learn to love me too? He knew that he wasn't the husband that Umberto married but he'd be damned if he didn't attempt to try and be a better man. Melting into the embrace came nature to him, he just couldn't explain it but the comfort he had longed for was finally here and he wasn't about to let go and lose it. He was surprised by Umberto's question, "Tired of not being tired." He admitted, looking at Umberto so that he could see his blue eyes once more. "I know I was a Warlock before, I know that I'm not one now. I don't need sleep." He was somewhat sad over the thought of being able to sleep, at least in his dreams he would have been able to forget about the real world.
He remained in the embrace, still not ready to part ways. I feel like I've rested long enough, I would rather get the answers I've been searching for than waste another second over being tired. He thought to himself, feeling somewhat brave he asked his longing question. "You mentioned that we were married, why aren't we wearing any rings? Or did we not have any?" He wanted to know if he should get some, he didn't want to give Umberto the hint that he held feelings for him but he wanted to see how Umberto would react to having wedding rings.I also want to see that photo book that he mentioned earlier. I want to remember who I was, I want to find out why I was there when I died, I want to become better so that Umberto is never hurt again. He would wait for Umberto to answer, hoping that his memory would come back to him one step at a time.
Embracing Silas felt like a wondrous privilege that Umberto had been craving since the man's return. Currently, the familiar never wanted to release his husband again because of the immense fears that revolved around losing him again. These tender moments felt like the essence that provided him life, making it meaningful as he maintained a tight grip around his beautiful husband. The hugging felt blissful to Umberto, allowing for the entirety of his body to relax while he held Silas close to him, even going length to snuggle him. It felt like instinct to convey his affection in the form of snuggles and cuddles since held an innocent intention and were less nerve wracking than attempting a romantic kiss. This moment was meaningful to Umberto as he enjoyed holding the man he lost those years ago, finding comfort in his life being renewed.
Gradually, his eyes drifted towards Silas, gazing into his marvelous brown eyes. The answer was sensible as his husband explained how sleep was no longer a necessity. Some of the other memories that Silas held were explained, a softness remaining in Umberto's eyes. There was a mild weariness lingering in the familiar after being at the bar and later becoming emotionally exhausted during his interaction with Silas; not that he blamed his husband, it was merely a moment of intense emotions.
"I'm a little tired... so if you like, we could lay down and I can show you the photo album... It might help you remember something," he stated gently.
While the statement was made, Umberto kept his tight grip around Silas. Being able to take in the man's scent and hear the sounds of his breathing was soothing. These subtle noises that suggested liveliness were things that the familiar had missed when Silas had passed away. The question about their rings caused Umberto's eyes to widen in mild shock since he had not expected his husband to ask about them. Immediately, the familiar's blue eyes trailed towards the box that had held their golden bands for years. The wooden box was clean, although, lack luster in decorum on its dark oak walls.
"... We do... When you died... I just... Every time I saw it... it... reminded me you were gone." Umberto explained slowly, his grip around Silas tightening. "... It reminded me of that morning... It made me upset to even look at them after what happened... my heart would ache every time..."
There was a misting in Umberto's blue eyes as tears attempted to form, the familiar refusing them. He kept a tight hug around Silas, desiring to hold the man he cherished most close to him. The chances of Umberto releasing his husband were growing slim as comfort was sought in the tight embrace.
Silas couldn't help but feel his face flush from the suggestion of cuddling this man, this man who claimed they were married. It sounded enjoyable, but he couldn't bring himself to answer the question, his face felt warm from embarrassment. Get a grip on yourself, cuddling is innocent.... besides I shouldn't be embarrassed, we were married. I mean we are married.... Oh how he wished he had his memories back. He took a breath, "Okay." He agreed, finding it was the only answer he could give Umberto before going silent again. Admitting that he wanted to cuddling with Umberto was proving to be hard, were these feelings normal or was he just lonely and wanting to be embraced by another? He wasn't sure, but the desire to cuddling his husband seemed inspired by a feeling that was impossible to explain. Oh what he would give to have his memories back. Being with Umberto sounded like it was heaven and he wanted nothing more than to give him the happiness he so rightfully deserved. He had asked about the rings and Umberto had told him they had rings and explained a reason for why they weren't in view.
I see. I don't want him upset everytime he sees them, but I won't hurt him. I won't hurt him ever again. He thought to himself, being reminded he had hurt him the first time, he was the missing husband that had put so much hurt on his husband. Once more he melted in Umberto's embrace, "Did you want to lay down or look at the photo album first?" He wanted nothing more than to see the photo album but he already went a year, he could wait a little bit longer if it meant that he could take this time to give Umberto the comfort he deserved. He would follow Umberto to the ends of the world if it meant that he would be happy in the long run. It would be Umberto's choice to lead them to bed if that is where they would go, or he would remain standing here, hugging his beloved husband.
Holding Silas felt magnificent, returning a familiarity from memories of their relationship and reminding Umberto the lengths of which he missed the smaller aspects. There was a comforting softness in the moment, the familiar keeping his grip firm for reassurance that this was reality. That year apart felt like centuries, his husband's absence creating a sense of longing for his attention; even if it was not directly romantic. Carefully, Umberto moves his head to get an improved view of his beloved Silas, smiling gently at the flushed appearance of his face. While the blue-haired man remained concerned over embarrassing his crush, he still adored witnessing his husband blush; it had been too long. Despite the agreement, Umberto tightened his embrace, not quite prepared to release the man he cared about dearly. After a year of lonesomeness, the familiar finally discovered the warmth of another person being around.
The year where Silas was absent was when Umberto attempted to push everybody away, refusing the comfort of company from his own anti-social attitude and deep-seeded sorrow; nobody was suppose to witness him while vulnerable. Feeling his husband melt into his embrace caused feelings of bliss to transcend over Umberto, his grip tightening while he instinctively snuggled Silas for a brief moment. Once the action was ceased, the familiar flinched as he remembered that his husband was an amnesiac and keeping him comfortable was necessary; not possibly embarrassing him by randomly snuggling him. The question caught Umberto's attention, a soft sigh escaping his lips while he gave his husband a gentle squeeze.
"I can go get the album any time," he murmured quietly.
While he continue holding his husband, Umberto remained motionless, his blue eyes staring at the photo album's location. There was a brief moment taken to soak in the embrace, the familiar finding immense comfort in being capable of holding his husband. After a few minutes passed, the blue-haired man hesitantly released Silas, looking at one of the most important people in his life.
"... I'm sorry if I ever cling too long," he murmured. "You can get comfy on the bed and I will get the album... unless that makes you uncomfortable... we can always go to the couch instead."
Creating discomfort between himself and his husband appeared as a sin in Umberto's eyes, thus the familiar made certain to maintain consideration for Silas' emotions. Slowly, the blue-haired man drew away, heading to the bedside table where he pulled the drawer out. There his blue eyes saw the simple grey photo album with a floral pattern, his eyes lingering on the book. Pressure built behind his eyes while he stared, Umberto narrowly avoiding the tears while his hand carefully grabbed the album before shutting the drawer.
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