[PRP] Twins and a Plus-One [Dol/Mari/Shahera]

[ShinosBee]

Dolmar would only have noticed One if he'd gotten free and bit him at this point. Most of the world had fallen away, a rare moment of weakness swelling up to claw at the young man. He'd never known his mother. He'd secretly reviled his father. It didn't mean they weren't his family though, and that he didn't regret their loss. It was not nearly as potent as the pain from thinking he'd lost Marinel, but it was a different kind of pain too. Marinel had been a blinding, aching, ripping thing, and he'd been fairly sure he'd had a 50-50 chance of simply giving out under himself and dying. The loss of his home and family was a slow, building howl that had no exit from his heart, leaving a constant fuzz of static instead that left him slightly deafened and blind to the rest of the world.

The feel of Marinel's arms, and the sound of his voice helped to clear the fog of distress. The stern young man blinked rapidly, throat working as if to physically swallow his grief as he fumbled to stuff the remnant of the comb into his twin's hands. "—Thank you, Shahera. Ahm. Mm." He'd stumbled over a word, swallowing hard, and rasing a hand to pinch briefly at the bridge of his nose...and subtly hide the overwet shine to his eyes until it could be blinked away. "There...I imagine there was very little left intact, aside from items about this size. That you found it at all, and chose to return it rather than discard it...well, thank you." He reached out, briefly squeezing her upper arm. Who was this imposter, and what had he done with Dolmar? A minute later he took a deep breath and seemed to meld seamlessly back into his usual disinterested, haugthy expression, before reaching up to pat Marinel's arm. "I'm alright, Mari. You can let go now." His usual impatient verbal eye-roll was present in his tone, but so was a thin thread of...tiredness, well hidden as it was.

faesinger

Thaliawen

 

[faesinger]

A nod was all that was given in response to the thank you and gesture. Now was not the time to tease Dolly about his loss of composure. His quick return to the verbal eye roll received an actual one from Shahera, but she still didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything she need to say to that. “There are a few other items in there that might be of interest to you.” None like the first item, but things that held the Hold symbols or other unique pieces. “I’ll leave you two to sort out what you want to do with them.” She turned to Marinel a little. “I am glad that you are back in Dolly’s life.” Her gaze turned a little steely. “Do not hurt him.” With that she swept away disappearing into the crowd.

ShinosBee

Thaliawen

 

[Thaliawen]

Marinel took the comb as it was handed to him, hand closing around it loosely. He wasn't sure how to express his feelings about this still. He had more difficulty taking on a usual expression, once he'd let go of Dolmar, and wiped at his eyes. "You're always alright," he muttered. But he knew he wasn't. Dolly was an expert at hiding how he felt; but not from him.

He watched Shahera go, before looking to his brother. "I won't hurt you," he promised. "Are all your old friends so friendly?" Was that sarcasm? He took Dolmar's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Come on, let's go look at these privately."