ShardsStarted by Cyprian Essair at Apr 06, 2019 2:24 am
Einmanudur 9, 76
One arm looped around Dimitrios without a word - offering support because he could understand. After the wonder faded a little Andreas was left with a sting in his heart. The piece was lovely and it looked surprisingly like her. And.... it hurt, in a lot of ways, it hurt because he loved her dearly. They all had, he supposed.
Ah, so he'd almost finished it while they were back in Cassimer then. That sort of explained what he'd been working on while they were there. But then again anything with glass may have been the answer. That had been Cyprian's escape after what happened to the house, and Andraes couldn't really blame him for that, for needing some kind of a way away from the disaster they were facing.
"That sounds nice, actually." It did, yes. Peeking in on what Cyprian was doing all the time and maybe learning a little more about the process because he at least was always curious and it wasn't like anyone had actually given them something to do. They'd been arranging the library - and would probably finish that project at some point. But it would only take them so long to do it and then they'd have to find something else. Which, given no one was giving them things to do might take some time depending.
It was still strange to Andreas, being left to their own devices all the time. He wasn't complaining about it by any means but it was... hm. House Essair was strange, and it was funny because it probably shouldn't have been, given this was how their mother had most often treated the bloodfighters she brought home.
Then again, absolute worst came to worst, there was always the garden. Gardens almost always needed extra hands, at least sometimes. "We'll meet somewhere in the middle, on seeing each other more often." That seemed to be the best solution, really. Neither side should have to do all the work there, or at least that was what Andreas figured
Dimitrios was going to say, they wouldn't have forgotten, not mom. He didn't, however, because whether he liked it or not, he'd already forgotten a good deal in general. Maybe he really would have forgotten her, eventually. Glass figurines couldn't really remind him, later, after he hadn't heard it in a while, what her voice sounded like, and the particular way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, but, maybe by remembering what she looked like in general, he might be able to hold onto the rest.
By now, he was pretty sure she wasn't ever going to wake up. Merenwen and Xiaodan were still trying, and he was glad for that, but he also knew there wasn't much point, by now. If she hadn't already woken up, the chances were very slim that ever she would. It was honestly probably a miracle she hadn't gone already.
"Yeah," Dimitrios agreed. Meeting each other in the middle, that sounded like a better idea. But, who knew? Maybe they'd enjoy the glass-work too, and being able to help Cyprian make the glass pieces he was spending so much time making, that might be good. With more than one of them, they could do more intricate designs, and larger pieces, because it wouldn't be too heavy to handle with more than one around to help handle the weight. Besides, maybe he'd get done sooner, and they'd be able to do other things.
"Maybe we can help," he mentioned. "Then, you'll have more time to do other things, if you wanted, because you wouldn't be quite so busy all the time. All that working like that, it can't really be good for you." Or at least, he didn't think so. Maybe he was wrong about that, but it also made logical sense to him, so there was that.
Most likely, they were going to have to meet halfway. Cyprian wasn't good at remembering people existed. Most of the time, they preferred to pretend he didn't, too, so it worked out. If he tried, though, maybe he could remember his brothers wanted to see him. It made sense. Belena had said it best; Cyprian was all they had left.
At that, Cyprian blinked confusedly. Why... would they even want to help, though? It was probably pretty boring. Then again, he didn't really know what they found interesting, so, maybe it wouldn't be boring to them? It wasn't to him, no, but he also had a thing about hyperfocusing. It did occur to him that he couldn't hyperfocus on things that he didn't find interesting. If he found it interesting, it wasn't too strange to think maybe they would, too, and having the help would be kind of nice. If nothing else, Cyprian wouldn't always be around, and this was perhaps the most blatant indicator of that. Someday, they wouldn't have him anymore, and maybe someone ought to carry on the glass-blowing techniques he'd invented. Who better to do so than his brothers?
Sure, they were half brothers, but whatever. Cyprian wasn't going to make the distinction. It wasn't like it really mattered. Cyprian didn't even know who his mother was, and maybe it didn't matter. He was going to borrow theirs, because Thetis had been the closest thing to a mother he'd ever had.
"Well, I can show and teach you how to do what I do," he said. "If you enjoy it, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to learn it. It'll probably be a pretty lucrative business, and House Essair doesn't seem like it'll drain all your income. Maybe you two could rebuild House Kenleigh, if you wanted to." It depended, he supposed. He wasn't terribly interested in it, himself. Cyprian never did public positions terribly well. Nero was great at it, but, Cyprian hadn't gotten that skill. Or perhaps he had, and Aemilius had just brutalised it out of him, who knew.
He tried not to think about it, most of the time.
Andreas nodded along there at the mention of possibly being able to learn how to do it and help. Maybe Cyprian would be able to take more time to do things he wanted to do, or maybe just focus on particular projects that he wanted to do instead. Because if he was looking to make money off of it seriously then there was a chance that eventually he'd get good at things he wanted to do and then wouldnt' really be making some of the lower level stuff that would also sell.
Just kind of depended on how things broke down, but really, Andreas could only see it coming out to be useful if they could also help from time to time. Never mind time waited for no one, and eventually Cyprian wouldn't be around anymore. ... That was hopefully very far into the future but the reality was still there.
Dre smiled a little at that and nodded. "That sounds nice, as far as learning." It did, yes. Showing them and making that decision going forward. Dre didn't really see why they wouldn't want to though, certainly it created beautiful pieces and Cyprian seemed to enjoy it. It might honestly be nice to have something more focused to do when they ran out of other things given Essair still seemed uninterested in giving them work to do.
As for rebuilding Kenleigh.... that part he wasn't so sure about. "Maybe." He allowed after a moment. "That would take a lot of thinking." because Dre wasn't so sure he wanted to be tied to Kenleigh anymore, given what had happened. Their mother had been about the only good thing about that damned house and the name would be forever tarnished by their father's actions. Maybe it would be better to... not.
If they did rebuild the house, maybe it should be under a different name entirely. ... Something to consider later, probably. They were getting maybe a little ahead of themselves.
That was almost a strange thought, learning to make glass things like Cyprian did... but then, Dimitrios supposed, Cyprian wasn't always in the best mood. Maybe someone else around that could help would be best, either way, because then if he didn't feel like it, whatever demand he had was potentially still being met. And of course, he wouldn't always be here. Sooner or later, he and Andreas would have to figure out how to support themselves, financially, and House Kenleigh had lost everything that could be considered a financial base.
He tried not to think about it. As much as Cyprian could be an unpredictable mess, he did really mean well, a lot of the time. Dimtrios wasn't sure what had changed, only that something had, and now he was seeing Cyprian in a very different light. It'd been hard to imagine Cyprian caring about much of anything at that house, but, nowadays, Dimi wondered if that wasn't because caring about too much was more painful than it needed to be.
There wasn't much good about that place.
"Yeah, I'm not sure I want that house back, either," Dimitrios mentioned. "But, I guess we don't have to worry about that right now." There was time for that, he figured, and they were all still somewhat recovering from losing their house in the first place. Maybe now wasn't the best time to be making decisions like that. It could wait, a bit.
"You have actually eaten recently, though, right?" he asked. That was important. Since they'd established Cyprian liked to forget to eat, Dimitrios thought it was a fair question.
Ah, he supposed, for them, there weren't many good associations with that house. Cyprian didn't have many good associations with it, either, but he also didn't really consider himself a Kenleigh. It wasn't like he could run the house. Perhaps all the background stuff -- he did acceptably well, managing day to day affairs in Nero's absence, at least, until it required public presence and people management. Cyprian was never very good with people, but Nero had a bright and magnetic sort of personality. A different sort of intelligence than Cyprian had, of course, but they worked well together, what little they were allowed to.
"I suppose that name doesn't have good connotations for you," he admitted, quietly. "It doesn't to me, either. But, you could do any number of things, there, instead." It wasn't like Cyprian really minded. Whatever they wanted to do, he'd probably follow along. They'd be infinitely better at dealing with people than Cyprian was, after all, and maybe they were able to think about it less biased than Cyprian.
... um. "... actually, I don't remember." The small furry one -- Leon, right -- he might remember better than Cyprian did, but currently, he had no idea. Maybe a few hours ago. Something like that.
Mm. Well, Dre supposed that Dimi had a good point, as far as the fact that they didn't really have to decide right now. There was time to figure it out later, and maybe by then they'd have a better idea of what they wanted. ... Maybe they could pick another surname to use or something like that. ... He wondered if mom had a surname they could use instead. .... Anyway. Something to consider later maybe.
"No, it doesn't." Andreas admitted freely. The name was... not great, and the things that had happened in that house weren't great either. Sure, it was those experiences that had shaped all three of them - but that didn't mean he had to like it. And, quite frankly, he didn't. And maybe he didn't want to bear the scars that that name meant anymore. "We could." He agreed. Like he'd been thinking about before, another name or... something.
They'd decide together eventually, maybe. Or part ways in some sense when they were ready. Whichever.
"That's... not good." Andreas frowned slightly, finding himself very glad that Dimitrios had decided to ask that question, given they'd established Cyprian wasn't great at remembering tasks like eating on his own. And of course, if Cyprian was up here then he wasn't where Leon expected him to be, so it was harder to force him to come get food.
"Sounds like it's time to make a trip to the kitchen to see Leon." If it was time for Cyprian to eat again, the ilim would know. And even if it wasn't, if Cypri was hungry then it was worth getting something.