Slum Dogs

A look of confusion was given as the titan had realized his mistake. “S-sorry--" Before he could finish his statement, the red headed youth had already cut him off. Her facing pouting slightly while mimicking a stern look, she’d reprimand the deity out in broad daylight. “Bri! You have to remember people’s names! They won’t like you otherwise! How would you feel if I called you Kottos?”

The titan grew silent while receiving his scolding. It was an unusual sight to say the least. Shortly thereafter, the girl’s attention would divert to the dark elf. “Soren.” She’d articulate while shooting a look back at the titan who nodded sheepishly. “So Bri made a new friend, huh? Wonderful, wonderful! Please come in, come in! Everyone else is out currently, but I’m sure they’ll be glad to meet you.”

A dainty hand extended towards each male as she motioned for them to enter the abode. From the looks of it, the familia home was a rather cozy looking tower with a well-kept garden at the front. Various exotic scents drifted in from the blooming flora and miscellaneous herbs present. Once inside, the best way to describe the place was an organized mess. Despite its compact size and multiple levels, it had a rather snug feeling to it, as if every item had its place. “You’ll need a falna, right? We can handle the paper work later. Let’s get you taken care of first. Bri!” She’d call out to the titan who stood with a daze at the entry way. Apparently his own abode still surprised him at times.

“?” A questioning look was given upon hearing his name called. “Take Soren upstairs and get him settled in. Does he need a room too?”

 

A confused look was given towards the dark elf upon hearing mention of paperwork. Perhaps the titan was just so out of touch with things that he too didn’t realize it existed. Confusion remained plastered over the deity’s face as he’d shrug once before nodding as an indication to ascend the stairs.

Upon reaching the top of the tower, all that remained visible was a single room. A faded wooden sign with scratched lettering hung on the doorway. From the looks of it, this was Briareus’ space. Without offering many words, the titan stepped forward to open the door, revealing a relatively small room flooded with light drifting in from the large, paned, glass window. At first glance, it’d appear to uncannily resemble a prison cell. The conditions were much less… destitute however, given the design of the window, the decent furnishings and presence of personal belongings. Though small and rather cramped, the space was sufficient for housing a bed, a small reading stand as well as an adjacent chair.

“Uhh… you can sit there.” He’d point slowly to the chair before taking a seat for himself atop the bed. “S-sorry… it’s a little cramped. Apple said I should use a real room instead of this closet… but it’s more comfortable.” An awkward silence ensued as the deity contemplated how to properly phrase his words. “Umm… could you take your shirt off, please?”

 

Though unable to see the boy’s face due to his back being turned towards the god, Briareus felt a light prickling sensation of embarrassment jabbing at his mind. Now that he thought about it… the shirt technically didn’t have to come off. It only had to be raised slightly. Perhaps the titan hadn’t properly thought about his words before speaking.

“Oh… you could’ve just lifted your shirt, I guess?...” An awkward pause followed as he let that reality sit in. A gentle wind whistled outside the window as it blew by, emphasizing the moment. “Korra does that too, I think… sorry…” Were the youth to turn around, he’d notice the silver haired titan hanging his head a bit while speaking.

“B-but uhh… the falna goes on your back… so I needed to move the shirt?” His voice sounded a bit unsure, almost as if trying to remember the explanation that Apple had given to him previously for memorization. “It should feel really relaxing… at least that’s what the others said. Ready?...” Were the youth to consent, the hundred handed god would slowly begin the process, easing both Soren and himself into it.

 

“Mnn.” The titan briefly assented to the dark elf relocating onto his bed. Shifting his own position atop it in order to face the youth’s back, he’d settle himself in a bit more comfortably before beginning. Though Soren wouldn’t be able to see it, the silver haired deity’s hand began to radiate a soft blue light as divine power channeled through to his fingertips.

As far as the dark elf would be concerned, a strange yet oddly easing energy gently brushed against the surface of his skin as the hand began to move. As more time passed, his muscles would relax, growing less tense as the sensation would multiply. The energy would slowly morph, giving off the effect that a sea of hands was being applied in a methodical yet delicate fashion.

The entire process would take roughly twenty minutes before the light gently subsided, causing Soren’s previously fading consciousness to return. His voice barely at an audible whisper, the titan leaned in curiously to see if the youth was still awake. “Well? How was it?...”

Note: Yaaay! We did it!

 

“I don’t… know…” A lazy yawn was let out by the titan as he pushed through to finish his current line of thought. “But I always… get reaaaally sleeepy… afterwards.” The god’s eyes watered a bit as he struggled to maintain consciousness. His figure shuffled over, closer to the wall, as it moved to lie down atop the bed without being so rude as to displace Soren off of it.

Though perhaps the god had some issues steeped in deeply anxiety, from the look of it, his face was currently swathed in a sense of peace and was at ease. It was a rare sight to behold. Was the dark elf to find himself at a loss, eventually a familiar red headed figure would tip toe up the stairs towards the pair. A dainty hand waved at the newcomer while the other pressed a finger against her plush lips in order to keep the youth hushed. Apparently this was within the realm of expectations.

Note: Bri's gone for nappy time...