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Prime wakes up a day later, takes care of some business that includes checking up on how Cypress's ghost is being treated, making sure ex-demon hunters are not killing anyone, having a brief chat with his father and a hug, and other general administrative and personal affairs. Then, brief meal, and back to sleep.
It's uneventful. Cypress and Ice go to several more restaurants (most of which are pretty, in interesting and unique ways) and return to Prime's home to snuggle and - forget about the events that'll transpire when they get home. Cypress misses Vernaia, he tolerates her being away from him but just gone entirely is - it obviously bothers him. He'd suggest going the way of Prime and spending the next day in sleep, but he can't ask it of his wife. He snuggles her, instead, and they distract each other from the things that are obviously wrong.
Then, completely predictably, Prime wakes up. He checks his mana stores. He gets notes from Cypress and casts the language spell, since it's cheap.
"Ready," he informs, when he has recovered enough from three days of near non-stop sleep to be reasonably awake and functional. He has a spot picked out for the portal, already. He does a bit of writing in his own book of cheat sheets, and then the empty wall by the front door gets - what looks like a painting. Specifically, a painting of the other side of the portal - Pantheon. It looks like a painting, too, not like a photograph. If someone looks closely, they can see what looks to be brush strokes, and little hints of mess here and there.
He touches the portal, murmurs "Pantheon" and then it shifts. To something more - real, lifelike. Like you could step through it to the other side.
"Done. After you?"
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darkest_evening
namesthesky
"That sounds likely faster than waiting for Ice and Cypress to come back."
darkest_evening
"Probably," agrees Prime. "Though maybe it'll take an afternoon and they'll be back before - I don't know, dinner or something."
darkest_evening
"As did I, but I try and nurse the tender half-dead thorny bush that is my optimism where I can."
namesthesky
"You do not seem particularly similar to Cypress. Maybe Rae can confirm for sure when he gets here for board games."
darkest_evening
"I doubt it's a mistake, five hundred years is just a very long time. He's - what I would be if I were twenty and in love instead of five hundred and not."
namesthesky
"Well, Rae can check anyhow. That's how they found me, actually, he heard Isabella talking and thought she was me."
onthewind
"Magic sparkly god powers, yeah." Idania retrieves her vial of sand. "Psssst. Hey. Rae. Remember magic nap guy? He's got another him that's up for playing board games with us, and also he's like - super sarcastic." Pause. "Okay, see you then!"
darkest_evening
Prime blinks, slowly, at this apparent bout of crazy, but he then decides that it's a magic thing so he'll roll with it.
"Super sarcastic," he repeats.
"Super sarcastic," he repeats.
darkest_evening
"Then by all means, I will do my best to win on my own merits."
darkest_evening
"Thank you, ray of sunshine, you're helping the optimism bush immensely."
onthewind
"Awww, but we could get emotionally healing watering pails and everything! Little shears of brutal honesty to snip away the bad parts!"
onthewind
"Awwww. Heartbreak, I might have actually been able to not have a gardening attempt backfire terribly for once! I was excited!"
darkest_evening
"Those sentences do not make me want to hand over the metaphorical emotional gardening tools to you." He sniffs. "I'll have you know that I am a grown man and can garden my own emotional shrubbery, thank you. Occasionally with swear words, pyromania, and copious applications of math, but I manage."
He is joking.
He is joking.
namesthesky
"Well, restrain the pyromania around here and we'll get along, I imagine."