Surely it is still just a matter of finding a new host for all of them. The only reason Lahabrea hadn't done so himself was the fact that his taint was soul-deep, had affected every thought he had; changing to a new body might simply mean enduring all of this a second time and warping a new shell into unrecognizability. But that Elidibus could simply find a new body to inhabit really wasn't the point as far as he's concerned. After having his impropriety thrown into stark relief in his attack on Emet-Selch not so long ago, he's not interested in repeating that grievous mistake any time soon, if he could help it.
The problem was, he's not sure he could help it, not during the damned full moons.
At least for the moment, there's no sudden overwhelming certainty that Elidibus is in fact after his treasures and he has to defend it, but he watches nonetheless, just in case, but it seems Elidibus is mindful of its location and has no intention of going near. That's fine. The comfortable spots were further away anyway, and he'd gone out of his way to collect all the best things for him to soothe himself with for the next few days.
Including the constant temptation of beanbag chair, waiting for the inevitability of Elidibus descending upon it once more.
Lahabrea himself has done no such research on bonds, and what was, and was not a good idea to do. That would require leaving, or dealing with neighbors, or other such things, but he did have a lone star-crossed lovers dime novel in the stack of books that suggested bodice ripping was in fact an amazing way to help strengthen a bond.
He has no intention of putting on a bodice, or suggesting Elidibus do the same. Instead there's an offered hand, and it's studied for a long silent moment before he acquiesces and does as bidden. "And what precisely are you intending to try?" Nothing improper surely, at least not intentionally, but their grip on what counted and what didn't was occasionally tenuous.
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Date: 3 Feb 2021 15:37 (UTC)The problem was, he's not sure he could help it, not during the damned full moons.
At least for the moment, there's no sudden overwhelming certainty that Elidibus is in fact after his treasures and he has to defend it, but he watches nonetheless, just in case, but it seems Elidibus is mindful of its location and has no intention of going near. That's fine. The comfortable spots were further away anyway, and he'd gone out of his way to collect all the best things for him to soothe himself with for the next few days.
Including the constant temptation of beanbag chair, waiting for the inevitability of Elidibus descending upon it once more.
Lahabrea himself has done no such research on bonds, and what was, and was not a good idea to do. That would require leaving, or dealing with neighbors, or other such things, but he did have a lone star-crossed lovers dime novel in the stack of books that suggested bodice ripping was in fact an amazing way to help strengthen a bond.
He has no intention of putting on a bodice, or suggesting Elidibus do the same. Instead there's an offered hand, and it's studied for a long silent moment before he acquiesces and does as bidden. "And what precisely are you intending to try?" Nothing improper surely, at least not intentionally, but their grip on what counted and what didn't was occasionally tenuous.