Chris' gaze cuts up to Scott and away again as he reaches for the bottle to refill their glasses.
"He didn't die." He contemplates leaving it at that, but that was hardly fair in their little give and take. Besides, Scott couldn't be the only one with weird stories. He clears his throat and continues.
"Mallik Kallian didn't die, but when he left the city's docks with a kiss and a promise and never came back, I sure thought he had. Turns out his ship got sunk, yes, but by a kraken that collected things. It collected him down to the depths and kept him in magical stasis and quite alive, if asleep. He was thirty-four when he was lost, eight years later, he's still thirty-four and needing to find his place again in a world that's moved on without him. Myself included, even if I never once forgot or stopped loving him."
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Date: 2022-05-17 08:43 pm (UTC)"He didn't die." He contemplates leaving it at that, but that was hardly fair in their little give and take. Besides, Scott couldn't be the only one with weird stories. He clears his throat and continues.
"Mallik Kallian didn't die, but when he left the city's docks with a kiss and a promise and never came back, I sure thought he had. Turns out his ship got sunk, yes, but by a kraken that collected things. It collected him down to the depths and kept him in magical stasis and quite alive, if asleep. He was thirty-four when he was lost, eight years later, he's still thirty-four and needing to find his place again in a world that's moved on without him. Myself included, even if I never once forgot or stopped loving him."