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Fool's Hierophant

Title: Fool's Hierophant
Location: Stacy; The Hallways

Strength.

The word meant many things to many life-forms, Renne included.

He'd thought of this word and how its meaning had changed over the years. Over days, events, eras and how it changed depending on where he ended up. When he ended up and who he ended up with.
The word had carried several meanings and as he wandered down familiar scent-trails, Renne came to a decision.

What was not there could not be, but what was there, could be. What he felt was something outside of English and what he wanted? That too, wasn't something he could entirely explain. Thus, through a stretch of hallway with a familiar landmark as his starting guide, Renne pulled and pushed himself to stand on his own two feet.

In more ways than one, he wanted to be a man.

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That voice did a wonder on him.

He understood it and didn't understand it all at once. Knew why and had no inkling why, and anyway he didn't care to analyse it or put it under a microscope. Not now, likely not ever.
The simple fact was, that voice, that life bade Renne do things he didn't think possible. And this was yet another example of such.

Renne's steps wavered. He wasn't graceful. If anything, he felt like a toddler trying to walk for the first time in its life.

He didn't think much on that analogy between tense, shuddering paces.

Clumsiness meant nothing to Billy. Knowing where Renne was coming from, those steps were worth the world to him.

Renne, if you're still feeling Billy's thoughts? He is beyond happy for you.

Breathe. Step. Breathe. Step.

It's as much a mantra as the one whispered shakily under his breath.

By now swaying like a drunkard despite being a fierce abstainer (ironic, that, considering his nautical streak), the oddity's shaking, halting steps advance him slowly forward.

Yet, on a particularly bumbling misjudgment, his arms instinctively extend out as gravity pulls him forward-and-down.

Instantly, human hands catch those arms and hold steady. When did Billy get there? He honestly doesn't know.

His hold is soft and quiet, seeming to ask a question that eventually filters through into their minds. Do you want to keep going?

Either way, Billy is immensely proud of his brother's accomplishment. He hopes Renne knows that.

His tears are no longer just from the burning sear present from the back down.

Holding on, he can't help but let himself smile even amid tears that turn into drops of sheer joy. Oh, he feels it all right, and a wave of something comes out from him, greater than the searing ache in muscles unused.

"Rrr-enne hap-py, Bee heee-rrre. Rrrr-enne be Mahn fohrr Bee."

Just like Renne. Always fighting to stand strong.

And you've done it. But actually...I think you've been a man all along. You're one of the bravest people I know. This is just one of many times you've proven it.

He hopes that sentiment isn't offensive.

It isn't offensive. Rather, it brings a full-body blush to the oddity.

Bashful, shy kind of blush, the kind of blush that a small child gets when he realises his idol has been watching. Thus, despite any temptations to drop back into his usual crawl, the beastie's arms wrap around Billy as much as possible.

Something in him suggests that maybe, he's growing up a little.

"Bee. Rrr-enne Bee."

As always, the embrace is returned without hesitation, though he might be supporting a bit more of Renne's weight than usual.

"I'm yours. We're together in this." That will always be true.

"Rrrr-enne bee-lon-g to Bee."

Those four words make it out of his mouth nearly before his own mind has a chance to parse them out. Still, even then, it doesn't entirely surprise him, nor does it frighten him like he once thought it might by saying something like that. To anyone.

He's still trying to stand up and carry his own weight but it's not long before that shy blush tints more into a robin's-egg blue. Ah, yes. Slight embarrassment at his own feet shaking under him.

As I said, you're one of the most determined people I know. I doubt I'd last half as long, he points out. He watches as Renne stands tall, the human smile never wavering.

But he is definitely going to pamper his Renne the second the opportunity arises.

One be-lieve thee would.

For another twenty four seconds, his shaking legs support both themselves and the rest of him from the hips up.
It's...probably a good thing he hadn't let go of Billy just yet, for once those twenty four seconds end, a particularly sharp moment of pain lances up his legs and back. It's brief, the pain, but it's enough to have his feet give out.

"Eee."

All right, Billy soothes, softly easing Renne to the floor. If I know you as well as I think I do, you're going to keep practicing several times every day. But do you want to relax for a little while?

There are slowly forming plans in Billy's head, yes indeed.

"Eee...Rrr-enne go-t do good-errr, tha-t."

His legs still shake and his lower half still burns like mad but the fact that the pressure's off is a relief. Once he's down? Oh, the blush and the slightly embarrassed little half-grin.

One must, or One re-main not-Mahn.

And you will, I know it. But you can sustain injuries if you push yourself too hard at once. One tear in the muscle and you might not be able to practice for a month. Billy knows from experience. He did that in a karate lesson once---desperate to catch up to the other students, he inadvertently held himself back

"Eee. Haow Bee do leahrrrn?"

He hasn't learned that lesson the hard way yet but given the aching burn felt now? It's not a lesson he wants to learn the hard way, thanks.

"Train hard, but make sure you get adequate rest between sessions. It can be sleep, or you can immerse yourself in warm water or rest in a certain position. I'm not a medical expert, but I can pass on what I've been taught. If you're in excruciating pain and feel that your muscle is about to tear itself, stop."

That's all he has to say on the subject for now.

"Eee. Rrr-enne do tha-t. Bee do too?" Chirp.

'S right, Billy. Just because the imp may be on the ground again doesn't mean he's not going to reciprocate mother-hen-dom. Although trying not to let a wince flicker across his face, the beastie slowly leans forward to attempt a gentle nosing.

Billy manages to smile lightly at that. They worried far too much about each other.

"I do. You're usually the one seeing to it, funnily enough." Sound familiar? "Anyway, you'll be ready to try again sooner if you relax now. What do you want to try?"

"Eee. Rrr-enne ta-ke cahrrre, Bee." Chirp.

And yes, that's a very matter-of-fact little nod out of him. Alas, that stubborn streak is hard enough to quell on the best of days. Already, he's beginning to try and get back up again.

"You definitely do plenty of that." It's true. Nodding, he allows Renne to take the lead. It's his choice, after all---but if he needs Bee's help for anything, Bee is only a step away.

The first thing out of him is a light, playful raspberry followed by a grin.

"Is dahm rrrigh-t. Bee ah-serrrve it." That's his simple answer. Billy, to him, deserves anything and everything good that can be done. That's just part of the workings in Renne's own little head.

A chirp later, he's halfway between standing upright again and on the floor and shaking like a leaf through it.

"So do you," he points out.

As he watches Renne, he thinks: Take your time. If you need my help, let me know. I'm right here.

That gets him blushing again, barely seconds after the first round of blushing had begun to fade off.

Offering a shy smile, he manages to get one leg positioned for the final push. Deep breath. It burns something hellish, but he's determined to try again.

That's it. He's doing it. Billy will wait as long as he needs to. All that matters to him is Renne getting what he needs out of this---but he does hope Renne doesn't go too far. Muscle tears are not at all enjoyable.

But he trusts his brother to know his absolute limit.

Limits.

He's not got a good track record for keeping within those, but much of the time when he'd broken them had been life or death. Now? It's a different story altogether.

Halfway up, his face gives a visible flinch as a sharp pang erupts in his left thigh. Immediately, the flinch turns into a frustrated almost-scowl and yes, he's being good and dropping back down.

"Eeeegh."

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