24: Last Grievances For The Ghost

A/N

If this chapter seems really long as you're scrolling, it's because I included something long after the usual author note. It is a 2,588 word chapter though, so it ain't short, don't worry.

"I hope you're practicing for Pepper's birthday." Tony commented as he found the godly pair.

"Dad!" Kat grinned. "How many days until then?"

"Day after tomorrow." Tony replied.

"Oh schist! I don't know what I'm gonna wear!" Kat cursed.

"Well," Tony said mischievously, "I think you should head upstairs."

Kat narrowed her eyes before bouncing over to the elevator, giving the two a wave as the doors closed. "Don't kill each other!"

Tony didn't like Loki, and Loki didn't care. It led to an odd dynamic with the three of them, and an awkward Pepper when the four of them were together. The only ones openly hostile to each other would be Kat and Loki, and only to a degree during their prank war.

Walking down the hall towards the living area, Kat wondered what Tony had wanted her to see upstairs. Was she supposed to have actually taken the stairs? What if she missed whatever it was, and then just had to go searching through the stairwells like an idiot? What if he had already picked out attire for her?

When she stepped into the living area, she heard a voice. "Hello malyshka."

Kat spun in place, and then ran across the room and launched herself into a hug. "Auntie-!"

Natasha caught her and laughed. "You aren't excited to see me at all."

"How long are you staying?" Kat asked, grinning.

"A few days." Natasha said.

"Going to Pepper's party?" Kat hoped.

"That's the plan." Natasha answered.

"Is Clint coming?" Kat raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smirk.

 Natasha lightly smacked the back of Kat's head at her teasing. Kat grinned. 

"Yes, he's coming." Natasha replied, "But not if we can't find dresses to wear."

Kat's nose scrunched. "That's going to be a pain in the tushie."

"Well, the sooner we get going, the sooner we get done." Natasha prompted. 

"Yeah, yeah."

~~~~~~

Eventually, Winter had gone below deck, and had slept. His dreams were filled with an odd mishmash of memories. When he woke, he felt confused. He managed to find his way to the kitchen, and assemble a meal, before heading back above deck.

And there he thought, like he had the previous day. Thinking and thinking and thinking. Trying to fix a thousand piece puzzle. It got to a point where Winter realized that even though he had escaped HYDRA, he was still at their mercy. As long as he was Winter, he was HYDRA's. Especially with those horrible words plugged into his head, just waiting to make him a murder drone.

Winter began to try and come up with a plan on how to get away. Of all the things he didn't know, he knew for certain that he or whoever he had been, had cared for Steve. And he knew that he couldn't let Steve get hurt because of him. 

In Steve's quarters of the Okeano Spiti, he found a sketchpad and pencils, and had spent his time drawing. Bucky. Bucky had been standing right in front of him. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky...

The pad filled itself with images, snapshots, of Steve's memory. He had eaten, and slept, and eaten, and returned to hiding in his quarters. The only blip in that was when 'Winter' had asked for a room, and Steve had shown him to one.

Now, Steve felt like the room was suffocating him. He needed air. So he took the pencils and sketchpad and went above deck. Winter was already there, staring out over the ocean. Steve sat down as unobtrusively as possible, some distance away, and began to sketch again.

"Do you know when that kid will be coming back?" Winter asked some time later, having noticed Steve's presence.

"Percy? No. He's... Pretty random." Steve said. 

"Oh."

The silence returned, save for the sounds of birds and waves against the hull. Steve watched Winter, and tried to figure out what had happened. Where was his friend? What was he thinking? Steve had no idea.

I saw the part of you

That only when you're older you will see tooYou will see too

There was Bucky, in the flesh, though he looked at Steve like a stranger. Maybe... Maybe it was a ghost in front of him, and his Bucky really had died in the fall. Steve fell back into memories of a time long past.

I held the better cards

But every stroke of luck has got a bleed throughIt's got a bleed through

Steve remembered playing cards with Bucky. Bucky was good, but Steve was great. Cards were something Steve had mastered. He had the best luck. But eventually, good luck runs out, huh?

You held the balance of the time

That only blindly I could read youBut I could read you

Steve remembered when Bucky would get a little worried over their money when times got hard, even though he tried to hide his worry from Steve. And after they were both in the war, even in the dark of night, when you couldn't see two inches in front of you, Steve would know when Bucky had a nightmare. It was a simple little catch of his breath that made the back of the hair on Steve's neck stand on end. Steve would reach a hand over, and rest it on Bucky's shoulder. He'd feel Bucky nod, and they'd fall asleep again.

It's like you told me

Go forward slowlyIt's not a race to the end

Steve remembered when his asthma or something or other had gotten the better of him, and Bucky had told him: "Don't push yourself too hard, pal. Life isn't a race. All you gotta do is keep goin'. Yeah?" and Steve had nodded, and took Bucky's hand and and stood up again. Steve asked if Bucky had read that in a book. Bucky snorted and retorted 'What book?'

Well you look like yourself

But you're somebody elseOnly it ain't on the surface

He was standing right there, right there, and yet it wasn't him. It wasn't Bucky, it was this... Winter. Winter- cold. Oddly appropriate, Steve thought, cold and beautiful.

Well you talk like yourself

No, I hear someone else thoughNow you're making me nervous

He had Bucky's voice... But it wasn't Bucky who spoke. 

You were the better part

Of every bit of beating heart that I hadWhatever I had

Bucky had kept Steve together. Sure, Steve might have been fine on his own... But that didn't happen. When Steve's mother died, Bucky was right there. Steve wouldn't have been nearly as okay as he was if it weren't for Bucky.

I finally sat alone

Pitch black flesh and boneCouldn't believe that you were gone

And then Bucky had died. He had been taken by HYDRA, and Steve had done everything at the chance that he might have survived, that he may be alive. Then he'd fallen, fallen, fallen. But this time there wasn't any hope that he could have survived. He was just gone. 

Well you look like yourself

But you're somebody elseOnly it ain't on the surface

And now, after Steve had been frozen in time for seventy years, and thawed out and fought aliens, now here that specter was. 

Well you talk like yourself

No, I hear someone else thoughNow you're making me nervous

A ghost, someone with Bucky's visage. With his voice. Though no idea how to use it, how to be who that person had been.

Well you look like yourself

But you're somebody elseOnly it ain't on the surface

Steve had lost Bucky. He'd been grieving. Then the one that he lost shows up again, but it isn't him. It's almost like losing Bucky all over again, every time he realized that 'Winter' isn't Bucky.

Well you talk like yourself

No, I hear someone else thoughNow you're making me nervous

And how on this enormous Earth was Steve supposed to react? How was he supposed to behave, how was he supposed to handle this? What was he supposed to do?

Steve had no idea how to talk to 'Winter'. He knew what he would do if it were Bucky, but this wasn't Bucky. 

When aliens threatened New York, Steve hadn't been nervous. He'd been worried, definitely a bit scared, confused, lost, tired, annoyed... He'd just gone with it. That was what was happening. Adapt or die.

But now, now... Yes, he was nervous! Nervous, nervous, terrified. There wasn't a thing to guide him, no logical solution, no path ahead. Just overgrown shrubbery from seventy years of absence. No stars or sun to guide him. That had been Bucky, and Bucky wasn't there.

~~~~~~

It was a relief when Percy showed up aboard the Okeano Spiti. "Oh, hey guys." Percy said.

"You're back." Winter said.

"B- Uh, Winter was wondering about you." Steve said, after clearing his throat.

Percy looked over to Winter, who stayed silent.

"Steve?" Percy asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to Winter alone?"

"Sure." Steve said, and awkwardly stood, before walking downstairs. He rather needed a moment to splash his face with cold water, to clean himself up. Not that he was unkempt, just a bit salty from watery eyes.

Percy took a deep breath, and joined Winter by the railing. "How's the air?" What a lame conversation starter, Percy thought, how's the air?

"It's nice." Winter replied, truthfully.

"Look," Percy said. "What I'm about to tell you, offer you... You don't have to say 'yes' to any of it."

Winter looked fully at Percy for the first time that day.

"You remember yesterday, when I explained that my father was Poseidon?"

"Yes. Why?" 

Percy didn't know how to say it. What kind of asshole just pops off with 'Your Dad's Poseidon'? Apparently Percy. "This is uh, pretty weird, but um. We have the same father."

Winter blinked. Same father. Percy's father is Poseidon. "My father is a god?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Huh." Winter realized that maybe the ocean air had been comforting for a reason. "So we're brothers?"

"Congratulations." Percy replied.

Winter ran fingers through his hair. "What else did you want to say?"

"Well, I have a hunch." Percy began to explain. "I have a twin- your sister- and I think she can help you with your brain thing."

Winter stiffened. "What do you mean?"

Percy sensed Winter's shift to defensive. "Recently, she had her mind scrambled up, for lack of an easier explanation. Anyway, she's got a hold of magic that fixes mind problems."

Winter began to silently debate his situation.

"If you're worried about your brain getting extra fucked up... The only reassurance I can give you is that Kat- Our sister- is okay, and that our fatal flaw -Kat and I's- is loyalty. Personal Loyalty. You're important to Steve, and you're our family. We don't want you to get hurt." Percy said. "I'm going to go talk to Steve about what happened while I was away. If you figure out your answer before I leave, come tell me."

Percy left Winter alone to think it through. When Percy found Steve, he found the vet taking deep breaths. Percy placed a hopefully reassuring hand on his shoulder. Then he did what he told Winter he would do, and talked to Steve. He didn't mention the offer to Steve though, on the chance that Winter would decline. He didn't want to hurt Steve like that.

An hour later, and Winter awkwardly poked his head into the room where Steve and Percy were talking. 

Percy raised an eyebrow.

Winter shifted his weight from one foot to another. "I uh, I accept your uh, offer."

Percy grinned. "Would you be ready to go now?"

"Nothing's keeping me here." Winter replied.

"You Steve?" Percy asked.

"Where are we going?" Steve asked in answer.

"The Tower." Percy replied. "Let's go."

~~~~~~

[Real_Sass_Queen_ was slain by Distressed_Archer]

"Come on!" Kat shouted at the screen. "Totally not fair! How are you so good at this?"

"Patience you must have, my young padawan." Clint said, smirking.

"Respawn respawn respawn..." Kat chanted while she loaded back into the game. A few seconds after she did, she laughed maniacally. Beside her and from a safe distance, Loki raised an eyebrow.

"What did you get? What did you get?" Clint demanded. "What did you get?"

He was answered only by more laughter. And then silence while Kat did her best to stealth into a viable position. Clint was getting worried about what she had gotten.

[Distressed_Archer was slain by Real_Sass_Queen]

"Where the fuck did you get a rocket launcher?" Clint screeched at the top of his lungs.

Kat laughed hysterically, until it sharply turned into a strangled noise.

[Real_Sass_Queen was slain by Ballerina_Bitch]

Now it was Natasha who was silently smirking.

Clint wheezed with laughter, until he suddenly understood how Kat felt.

[Distressed_Archer was slain by Ballerina_Bitch]

"Traitor!" Clint yelled.

"Feel my pain!" Kat retorted.

[Puny_god was slain by Ballerina_Bitch]

"Where even was he?" Clint asked aloud.

"That pain in the ass sniper balcony." Natasha replied.

"So that's where those random shots were coming from!" Kat realized. She glanced at Loki to find his face remarkably blank.

"Uh, hey guys." Percy said, announcing his presence.

Kat's head snapped around, and she promptly dropped her controller on the couch and launched over the back of it. "Percy!" She squished him into a hug.

"You're in a good mood." Percy commented as he was released.

"It's 'cause she loves us." Clint said, pausing the game. He noticed Natasha stand with an intent gaze, which he followed. "Hey Steve... And new guy."

Kat noticed Winter at about the same time as Clint. "You found him?"

"Found who?" Clint asked.

"Does he know who he is?" Natasha asked.

"Vaguely." Winter replied. "I know, but don't remember."

"How was I not aware that we had this close of a lead?" Natasha asked.

"Wait- this was your secret side-mission?" Clint asked her, and she nodded. "He's HYDRA?"

"Not anymore." Winter said stiffly.

"Uh, you didn't have a lead, Nat, because he showed up at my apartment and HYDRA attacked the three of us, yesterday morning." Steve said.

"Oh." Natasha said.

"Uh, Kat, can I talk to you for a sec?" Percy asked.

She nodded, and pulled him over to the side of the room while the others awkwardly stood around. Save for Loki, who was just watching, slightly amused.

"I know it was Loki who fixed you up, but do you think you could help him?" Percy asked, obviously referring to Winter/Bucky.

"Did he say ok? To the whole idea?" Kat inquired.

"Yeah." Percy answered.

Kat started to chew on her lip. She thought towards Loki. {Do you think I could help fix his mind?}

{Whose?}

{The one with the metal arm.}

{Why do we care?}

{He's my brother.}

{There's another one of you?}

{He was born like a hundred years ago though.}

{And that's supposed to be better how?}

{Loki!}

{Hmm. If I helped you, yes, I think you could. But I am not replicating what I did for you.}

"Yeah." Kat said aloud. She walked up to Winter. "C'mon, let's do this."

~~~~~~

"O-kay," Kat said as the godly pair were working, "I have gained a greater respect for your magic awesomeness."

"I don't believe that is a word." Loki said, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Shuddup."

~~~~~~

The moment both gods fully retreated from their work, Loki teleported to his bed and fell asleep.

Bucky opened his eyes, and took several long blinks, as if he were someone adjusting to new light.

"How do you feel?" Kat asked.

"Weird." Bucky replied.

"And?"

"Where's Steve?" Bucky asks, standing up.

Kat smiles nervously, trying to contain her excitement. She opens the door, and pokes her head out. Steve stands abruptly, eyes wide and attentive. She jerks her head in a 'come here' motion.

Kat retreats into the room as Steve enters, and bounces on the balls of her feet.

Steve's heart is right there in his eyes as he looks at Bucky.

Bucky gives a slight smile. "Hey Punk."

Steve smiles the brightest smile you could imagine, and takes the few strides necessary to close the distance between the two men. They wrap each other in a tight embrace, and Kat grins before slipping out of the room.

She flashes a thumbs up to those who were waiting outside. Then, also tired from the spell, she vapour traveled to their room, and passed out on the bed next to Loki.

A/N

So? How was that chappie? Had a bit of writer's block, but I fought it off for y'all. Song included is Flora Cash's You're Somebody Else.

Anyway, below is a sample/first draft first chapter of the original story I'm hoping to get writing soon. If you could read it and give me some feedback, that would be great! It's a fantasy setting, because magic, and because I've become a huge fan of D&D.

A lone messenger leaned against an alleyway wall, waiting. Finally, he saw another figure enter the lone alley. The new arrival was quick to flash a grin. "Wouldn't happen to have seen a shadowed dove come this way?"

"Aye. I'll show you my feathers." The messenger replied, and as he pulled a sealed letter from one of his pockets, his exposed wrist shimmered, and a black feather tattoo appeared. "And yours?"

The figure who had approached the messenger pulled back his sleeve to show his own feather tattoo. "I'll hide my wings if the need arises." His feather faded out of existence.

The messenger repeated the phrase, as he passed the letter over, his own feather vanished.

"Anything else of note?" The figure asked.

"Well," The messenger said, "Can't be certain, but seems like more people are lookin' for us. We're growin'. I've got a few who want to join. Seem like good folk. Bit exotic, they are, but they look like they can do somethin' when the occasion calls fer it."

"What kind of something?" The figure inquired.

"Two monks and a cleric, plus a wizard."

"Four? Alright then. Where can I find them?"

"Pointed 'em to the Glowin' Glass."

"Convenient." The figure commented. "Alright then, farewell."

"Farewell."

They parted without another word.

It was easy for the figure to slip into the crowd. With his hood down, people could see his features, such as: The two horns that pointed behind him and slightly upwards, his raven hair pulled into a low ponytail with a single lock falling in front of his ear, pupil-less aquamarine eyes in sharp contrast to his ash grey skin, and a torn spade-tipped tail that had a few gold piercings.

His sharp features and the way he held himself seemed to radiate nobility, but the occupied dagger holsters on his thighs said he was something other than noble. His cloak fluttered at his ankles as he walked. When he turned a corner, he saw the familiar sign that called people to the tavern. "I'll show you my feathers." He whispered to himself, not even hearing it. He knew that the tattoo had reappeared on his inner wrist, but that his sleeve covered it.

The Glowing Glass was brick fronted, though the windows couldn't be seen through, as they were in fact glowing murals- hence the name. He opened the heavy oak door, and slipped inside, hearing a casual hum of conversation. It was midday, and half the tavern was occupied. Some were eating, most had a drink in hand, and many were talking, whether it was about business or other business.

A short woman with pastel pink hair and vividly pink eyes had just placed down a patron's lunch order at his table when he walked in. "Dame!" She greeted, smiling widely. "Your usual?"

"Yeah, but just one. Got something to look over." He replied, walking with her to the bar. "Business going smooth?"

The woman nodded. "Business is good, normal patrons. No-one's been too suspicious. Hasn't been much trouble-" She said in her unusual accent, but two young men at the other side of the tavern got loud, arguing with each other. She used the step he knew to be behind the counter to gain some height. "Bristol! Calvyn! Don't make me get involved!"

The two startled, gave her a sheepish look, and sat down. "-Other than them boys, that is. But nothin' I can't handle." The woman said to him.

"You could handle anything that comes in here, Bubbles." He replied. He had learned that Bubbles wasn't her given name, but she had taken a liking to the moniker due to her 'bubbly personality'.

She grinned as she poured him a whiskey. "That's the smartest thing you've ever said in front of me, Dame."

Passing him his drink, she tapped the glass and it began to glow a faint aquamarine shade. He shook his head, smiling softly. Bubbles liked to match the glow to someone's eyes if they had an interesting color.

He took a sip, and pulled the letter out of his pocket. It had a seal, and he showed it to Bubbles. She took it from him, and broke the seal without damaging it. "That's the Gul Forge crest."

He nodded, and took it back, sipping as he read. When a frown developed, Bubbles raised an eyebrow and walked around to look herself. Had it been anyone else, he would have quickly closed the letter, downed his drink, and left. But this was Bubbles, and she knew things, as well as being able to keep things quiet.

He sighed, rubbed a hand to his face, and passed the letter for her to examine more closely. While she read the intricate writing, he tended to his drink. "I think I'll need a second glass after all, Bubbles."

She returned the letter to him. "Aye. I won't even put it on your tab."

He nodded.

"Want somethin' to eat?"

"Not much of an appetite at the moment."

"I getcha." Bubbles nodded.

"You do?"

"I could hardly stomach anything when Flynn was sent out to that conflict in Elderbriss. So I understand a finicky belly when somethin's not going good." He could tell she wasn't saying something else, but let it go.

"Flynn was at the Elderbriss mess?" He asked instead.

Bubbles nodded. "Yeah, he was. Glad he's stationed here now."

"I as well." He replied, as he was rather fond of Flynn.

"Oh, I'm sure." Bubbles smirked.

"Speaking of, when does he get off duty?" Damakor asked as he swirled his drink.

"His shift change is just 'fore supper. So around then." Bubbles said, shining a glass.

"Will he be heading this way?"

"Always does."

Damakor smirked. "Fair enough. I also heard there might be a few people waiting for me here. Two monks-"

"-A cleric and a wizard?" Bubbles finished.

"It would appear so." Damakor replied.

"They're out at the moment, but they've got rooms here."

"Ah. So I'll check in later."

"As you will. Finish that drink, and then I'll let you into my office." Bubbles said and pat his shoulder before walking off to tend to the other patrons, her highly heeled boots clacking as she went. Those shoes were the only thing that made her taller than five foot, and even then, it wasn't by much.

Damakor sighed, and tucked the letter back into his pocket. It was information he'd been searching for, but he wasn't happy with what it said. It meant trouble, and conflict, yet it still somehow gave him some peace of mind.

Bubbles was next to him shortly after he finished his drink, and walked him down the hall to her office. It was where she kept the paperwork for the tavern, all the records and orders and such. But it was also much more than that.

There was a desk and a bookshelf, neatly organized. On one wall, there was a large, heavy wooden cabinet, and this is what Bubbles walked to. She opened the doors for Damakor, who stepped inside. Though he himself was 6'3" there was plenty space for him to stand.

Bubbles closed the door behind him, and he placed a hand on the back wall. Damakor spoke the simple words to activate the portal, and pushed the back wall like a door. Stepping through, the space closed behind him.

Damakor walked down the dark carved stone hallway. He gave a slight nod of acknowledgement to those he passed, and received many nods in turn. He turned the corner and easily slipped into the council room.

An elven man of skin like molasses and piercing grey eyes was sitting at a long table, his black hair expertly done in rows of thick braids. The elf looked up at Damakor's arrival.

"Lucius," Damakor greeted, and held the letter out to him. "I got what we were looking for."

"Gul Forge?" Lucius frowned, inspecting the letter. After Damakor pointed to a specific section, he said, "If they've begun working on this scale..."

"They're readying to invade again, aren't they? Only this time Stezar is going after Khaezar? Trying to take the whole continent for themselves?"

"It would appear so." Lucius said grimly.

"Where are Doroziel and Drevok? They should hear this." Damakor scowled.

"Calm, Damakor. They will be here soon, as Doroziel is currently tending to Drevok."

"What happened?" He asked his mentor.

"We were trying to expand again, and another of those beasts tried to overtake a tunnel." The beasts Lucien was speaking of were the molls. Molls were like moles, but the size of a bear, with more violent and starved instincts.

"Drevok charged in, didn't he?"

"Don't think so low of your brother. He learned his lesson after the second time. No, on this occasion the moll slammed him against the tunnel wall that hadn't been carved smooth." Lucius explained.

Damakor winced in sympathy. The stone walls had a tendency to break apart at odd angles, which meant sharp edges. "I see. Well, tell them I stopped by."

"You won't wait to see them?" Lucius asked.

"We'd see each other more often if they stopped getting themselves injured." Damakor replied.

Lucius sighed. "That's not the only reason you don't see them."

Damakor frowned. "We've been over this before."

"Aye. We have." Lucius said softly.

"Anything else you have for me?"

"Actually, yes." Lucius said. "We caught wind of a rogue Hand a few weeks ago, you remember?"

"I do." Damakor said, and took a seat to listen.

"Well, we've just had those rumours confirmed. There's a stray Hand that's not too far from here. We'd be fools if we didn't go." Lucius said. "Do you think you'd be up for that?"

"Of course." Damakor replied. "Is Kerg'ril back yet?"

"No. He's leaving tomorrow."

"And where's this Hand at?" Damakor huffed.

"Outskirts of Chiwelch." Lucien replied.

"So, west of Rogmeade?" Damakor raised a brow. "Could we send a message to meet him at Chiwelch?"

"Well, we could..." Lucien said. "But would you and Kerg'ril be enough to take on a higher ranking Hand of Helioss?"

"There are a few people I am meeting soon, I'll see if they are fit to accompany me." Damakor suggested.

"Not ones of our number?"

"No, though they claim to wish to join us." Damakor said.

"And you would so simply trust them?"

"I am no fool, Lucien. They don't have to know everything about our operations, or this mission. That is, if I deem them acceptable company for this venture. And if they prove themselves, we will have new comrades." Damakor told his mentor.

"Good." Lucien said. "If you truly do not wish to stay, then I will inform Doro and Drev."

"Thank you." Damakor said, and stood.

"And Damakor?" Lucien added, after Damakor had taken a few steps. When Damakor looked back, his mentor continued in a soft voice. "You will keep your eyes and ears open?"

"I'm always looking, Lucien. You don't need to ask me." Damakor said, voice low. He walked out into the hall, and began to head back to the Glowing Glass.

Behind him he heard rapid footsteps, and turned to find two men running for him, having just recently shed their armor. He sighed, and walked toward them. No escaping now, he thought.

"Damakor, how dare you leave again without even saying 'hello'?" Drevok demanded once they were close enough to each other.

Damakor's older brothers looked much like him, but they looked even more like each other, as they were identical twins. Their jaws were more squared, their shoulders wider, an inch taller. Their horns had the same curve as Damakor's, and for that matter, all of their siblings did. They all had the same hair, eye, and skin pigmentation as well.

"You weren't there, and I have business to take care of." Damakor said.

"Business that can't wait?" Doroziel cocked an eyebrow.

"I have five people to meet with, and a venture to pack for." Damakor replied.

"Really? Where are you going?" Drevok asked.

"Chiwelch, if things go smooth."

"That far into Khaezar?" Doroziel dropped the eyebrow for a frown.

"Got word of a stray Hand. I'm going to investigate."

"How many are you taking with you?" The twins asked at the same time.

"That's what I'm meeting people for."

"Have we met them?" Doroziel asked.

"No, they are new. Could possibly be joining us, so that is what I am testing them for."

"That's risky, Dame." Drevok frowned.

"I know what I'm doing." Damakor scowled.

"Are you sure-"

"Stop playing big brothers. I'm older than you seem to think I am." Damakor said harshly.

"We aren't going to stop caring for you, Dame, just because we've all gotten older." Doroziel said.

"Have all of us, though?" Damakor asked in a harsh tone, and his brothers winced, momentarily at a loss for words. "As it is. I've got places to be. Farewell."

Damakor turned on his heel and left, leaving his brothers to exchange tired expressions. 

A/N

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