With the growth of his powers, and the evolutionary path he's on, Vahl feels comfortable pretty much anywhere, but Al'Karingha always feels the homiest. This home is particularly pretty and reflects the side of the Tzarkaehl that is the Lord of Dreams. The Nightmare... might crop up a little, especially when he's indulging in some kind of game with Phoenix … but that side of Vahlmir is just a memory at present.
The villa itself, as yet unnamed because Phoenix can't take it seriously and the pack keep squabbling about it. The fact that it's unnamed has become a personal pack 'thing', and it probably will never be named because of it. In fact, they don't even say 'The Villa' with capitals, because that constitutes a name. So it's just 'the villa'. For reasons Vahl doesn't quite understand, Lex has threatened them all with his wrath if they don't keep it that way.
The adorable little pet.
It's as private as private can ever get. So the place is single-storied and sprawls rather. It can also change and shift, as dreams are wont to do. There are numerous doors, leading to numerous garden areas, the most beautiful one of which is the central courtyard. It's filled with shady trees, greenery, flowerbeds, and a large clear pool, which has a natural grassy shore, from which one can easily wade in for a dip.
There is a grass lawn, on which Phoenix is reclining in the dappled shade of the trees. He has a glass of bourbon and his T-pad, on which he's browsing the Galactic Hub, and texting various clan and pack members.
Vahl likes to have a study wherever he's staying. 'the villa' is no exception. This one is smaller but comfortable, with shelving that houses interesting bits and pieces. Large shiny polished stones, geodes, and ceramics from exotic worlds. The window is large, and glass double doors open onto a smaller garden area that has a bubbling fountain.
There's not much that shocks or surprises Vahl, even Alec Troven - well, actually, let's cancel that statement. Today, Alec can congratulate himself on Giving Vahl quite a start. The god has undergone the process of shock, reaching for his power ready to fend off an invader, realising it's not an invader but Alec, and that it's Alec as a younger being, and then wondering what the fuck... before he's processed what his guest is actually saying.
Guest. Yes, Vahl will call him that.
Because Alec is always welcome.
Even when he's ranting/panicking/making a mess of reality. Vahl silently ticks off that checklist before rising from his seat, amused, perplexed, and really very pleased to see Alec again.
“Screwed in the head being one of the least dreadful diagnoses, I'm sure there's something to be done.” Vahl will take things in whichever order Alec puts them. It's been centuries since the days of their own pack. Vahl has long since mended after the end that he knew would one day come, came. Today he's just happy to see his former Omega again as a beloved friend.
“Now come here, you little baggage, and say hello properly.” He opens his arms. “And if it's not too awkward, a hug.” After all, it may not have been that long for Alec. Who can tell?
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The villa itself, as yet unnamed because Phoenix can't take it seriously and the pack keep squabbling about it. The fact that it's unnamed has become a personal pack 'thing', and it probably will never be named because of it. In fact, they don't even say 'The Villa' with capitals, because that constitutes a name. So it's just 'the villa'. For reasons Vahl doesn't quite understand, Lex has threatened them all with his wrath if they don't keep it that way.
The adorable little pet.
It's as private as private can ever get. So the place is single-storied and sprawls rather. It can also change and shift, as dreams are wont to do. There are numerous doors, leading to numerous garden areas, the most beautiful one of which is the central courtyard. It's filled with shady trees, greenery, flowerbeds, and a large clear pool, which has a natural grassy shore, from which one can easily wade in for a dip.
There is a grass lawn, on which Phoenix is reclining in the dappled shade of the trees. He has a glass of bourbon and his T-pad, on which he's browsing the Galactic Hub, and texting various clan and pack members.
Vahl likes to have a study wherever he's staying. 'the villa' is no exception. This one is smaller but comfortable, with shelving that houses interesting bits and pieces. Large shiny polished stones, geodes, and ceramics from exotic worlds. The window is large, and glass double doors open onto a smaller garden area that has a bubbling fountain.
There's not much that shocks or surprises Vahl, even Alec Troven - well, actually, let's cancel that statement. Today, Alec can congratulate himself on Giving Vahl quite a start. The god has undergone the process of shock, reaching for his power ready to fend off an invader, realising it's not an invader but Alec, and that it's Alec as a younger being, and then wondering what the fuck... before he's processed what his guest is actually saying.
Guest. Yes, Vahl will call him that.
Because Alec is always welcome.
Even when he's ranting/panicking/making a mess of reality. Vahl silently ticks off that checklist before rising from his seat, amused, perplexed, and really very pleased to see Alec again.
“Screwed in the head being one of the least dreadful diagnoses, I'm sure there's something to be done.” Vahl will take things in whichever order Alec puts them. It's been centuries since the days of their own pack. Vahl has long since mended after the end that he knew would one day come, came. Today he's just happy to see his former Omega again as a beloved friend.
“Now come here, you little baggage, and say hello properly.” He opens his arms. “And if it's not too awkward, a hug.” After all, it may not have been that long for Alec. Who can tell?