Maron
Legacy Name: Maron

i.If there wa anything certain in thi world, it wa that Maron deperately needed ome liquor. Rum wa alway preferred, but he would really take anything alcoholic at thi point.

ii.It always happened so abruptly. This time, Niale was even in mid-sentence when the shade of amethyst - the color Maisen loved so much - began to lighten and his words were cut off. Niale had the presence of mind to lower his head as it happened, and a hand snaked out to grab the fabric on Maisen's arm.

This was not the time and definitely not the place for him to get a vision. Maisen didn't even know why they were there other than to keep up the appearances of being normal citizens - but let's face it, there was no hiding the pirate in him, and there was no hiding the seer in Niale. But the dark-haired boy was always so insistent - he wanted to live as normal a life as possible, and Maisen, who craved nothing but adventure and alcohol, could understand that more than anyone. But a hole in the wall restaurant was not the place for Niale to get a vision, so naturally he did.

The red-haired man pulled coins from his pocket and set them down on the table with a clink. Even as he stood, his companion's hand clutched his sleeve with what he could only describe as a death grip. Because so often in these visions, he really was dying.

Maisen pried his sleeve from Niale's fingers, glancing around the room to see if anyone was watching. They had chosen this place for a few reasons - it was rather poorly illuminated with the only light coming from a single candle on each table, and the people inside generally kept to themselves. Tonight was no different, so Maisen was able to hook a hand on Niale's upper arm and pull him to his feet with no gazes looking their way.

It was slow going toward the exit - he had to walk at a normal pace, but he needed to get Niale outside in case he started screaming, which he did more often than not. It seemed to take forever, but he managed to half drag the seer out of the building and into the street. He pulled him into the small alleyway between the building and its neighbor, leaning Niale with his back against the wall. Maisen scanned the area quickly before gently lifting his chin up.

When first seeing his eyes like this, completely white, one would be shocked. Maisen had grown used to it by now however, and watched for the telltale signs that it was ending. It was odd that Niale was completely silent this time around. His colorless eyes were wide and his mouth was open slightly, as if he wanted to scream but couldn't. But then Maisen saw that his lips were starting to turn blue.

"Shit," Maisen hissed under his breath, pressing his palm against the smaller man's chest. Aside from his wildly beating heart, there was no movement at all beneath his fingers. "Shit, shit, shit!" He said, panicking because he knew there was nothing he could do. He had always had the feeling that one day, Niale's visions would kill him. He just wasn't ready for it to be now.

He was just getting ready to put Niale on the ground and give him oxygen manually when Niale suddenly sucked in a giant gasp of air. Consequently, he started coughing violently, and his hands flew out to grip Maisen's forearms. The guard was sure it was his own grip on the seer's arms that was keeping him from sliding down the wall. The coughing was soon replaced by panting as the seer greedily took in some well deserved oxygen. When his pulse began to slow and his breathing became softer, he tilted his head up slightly, his eyes still completely white, and uttered a strained, "...Mai?"

The red-haired man knew this was the part that Niale hated most, even more so than the visions themselves. It was how weak he was after them. He gently squeezed the thin arms in his grip reassuringly. "Of course," he said, softer than he had intended. What the seer wanted the most was some level or normalcy after his visions, not sympathy. But Maisen's own heart was still beating quickly, and all he wanted Niale to know at that point was that he was safe. He couldn't see him at this point, not so soon after the vision had passed.

He felt the grip on his arms weaken as Niale sighed in relief and leaned back on the wall for support. Maisen still didn't release his own grip, fearing that the seer's legs were too weak to hold himself up at the moment. "What happened?"

Niale sighed and brought a shaking hand to his eyes, attempting to massage away the headache forming behind them. "It was too dark. I don't know anything other than... other than drowning. It was so dark."

Glancing around again out of habit, Maisen cautiously removed a hand from Niale's arm, reaching into a pouch beneath his sash that contained various forms of portable and crisp sweets. He pulled out a biscuit topped with milk chocolate and pressed it into Niale's hand. Reluctantly, the seer brought it to his lips, which were thankfully returning to their normal color.

"Was there any detail at all? Did anything stick out to you?" He hated pressuring him, especially when he was in this state, but if he didn't ask now, the details might fade.

The seer groaned, clearly both nauseous and frusrated. "No, I can't... wait. There was something, far, far above me. Faint flashes of light. Lightning. It must have been lightning. And I remember the taste of salt water." As it filled your lungs, Maisen thought with a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. "But that's all... that's..."

"All right," Maisen said, taking Niale's upper arm in his hand once again. He was thankful for the starless night sky as it would provide more cover on the way back. "We're heading to Beltrano's shop - it is closer than the apartments."

The seer nodded, his head drooping slightly from both exhaustion and to hide his pure white eyes. It would be an hour or so before his sight would return, and Maisen knew he wanted nothing more than a comfortable bed right now.

They made their way slowly and silently down the dark streets.