When Iris mentioned a gay list
, both of them seemed equally slow in processing what exactly that was. Ahote immediately envisioned a list of men across Capital Crocus, in which they would spend the day tracking, pulling aside, and fornicating with only to move to the next poor sucker down the list. It was not at all what Ahote meant by having a list, and while he could seem like a hardass sometimes, even he found the idea so ridiculous that it was mildly amusing. There was a small smile that briefly cracked his lips, but before anyone could admire such hardness soften, he led the way out.
When the two young men meandered into the supply store, nothing was any different from before aside from some very obvious additions to their inventory. The supplier was an old woman who didn't seem to acknowledge anyone or anything's existence until they were across her counter, ready to pay. She always had her face stuffed into paperback editions of the Sorcerer's Magazine and smelled like cigarettes more than alcohol. Meanwhile, Ahote felt as if he had let a child loose to pick things off the shelves in a grocery store. Iris planted himself at a cabinet of one of those many new additions, which was a line up of some of the most colorful and expensive drinks out on the market right now.
In the meantime, Ahote meant what he said about only taking a minute. After finding every product he came here for, he walked over behind Iris to look at that Infernal Faerie collection he was gushing over. Even from here, Ahote could literally see gold floating inside. As he was not a drinker himself, it was hard to see that and wonder why people would drink it. It looked so craftsy that he felt that it wasn't even meant to be drunk. However, despite the confused look on Ahote's face, he walked over to the counter and placed a little checklist in front of the old supplier."Just these, and..."
Ahote looked back at that collection, "a couple of those from the shelf. Just those in a bag."
After that, Ahote picked up the back and led the way out of the store knowing that the rest of his order would ship to Boomslang in just a few days. The two back on the streets of Capital Crocus, on their way to make more boring errands. He knew this, and he knew that this wasn't really what people envisioned on a day out with a friend.
Iris hadn't really changed. Or, if he did, Ahote wouldn't have known it. The two had known each other for years now, and what started as a relationship between colleagues transformed into companions he'd know he'd have for life. Iris and the rest of the Buzz Killers were, without a shadow of a doubt, his ride or die. Even so, for the last few years, the stoic and sometimes awkward man was so caught up in his own burdens and troubles that by the end of it all, he realized he knew little to nothing about those three. While Aeluri and Iris had witnessed many of his own hardships with their own eyes, Ahote was ignorant of their own experiences. After visiting Famine's grave that day and Iris's outburst during the Winter Solstice, he realized that he wasn't nearly as good to them as they were to him. For days, the thought stifled him time and time again.
But he was no longer troubled by that mountain and the guild that once sat upon it. There was no longer an excuse to keep them at an arm's length. His eyes were downcast, focused on the cobblestone path ahead while engrossed in thought. Iris was right here, so why did he have to be so hesitant? Why was taking the next step in a relationship so difficult and heavy? Here was a man responsible for terrorism that killed hundreds and ruined more than that twelvefold, and yet..."—I'm sorry about everything,"
said Ahote, abruptly. He began to bashfully scratch the back of his neck, slowly beginning to look at Iris, "Just... everything."
Ah, well there it was. The thoughts in his head could no longer be contained, and suddenly his mind became his mouth. Albeit, the apology came from out of nowhere and to Iris, might have seemed sudden.
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