[SEMI-OPEN] Better not be the one who falls in love again

[plasticasshole]

Who: Connor and an open prompt (with other closed prompts later)
When: April!
Where: Aefenglom
What: Meteor shower for now
Warnings: None yet


Everyone wants to fly with the fireflies; (April 3rd)
[It's beautiful, honestly. Connor has never seen a meteor shower, nor has he seen the insects that accompany it. They land on him, and he might glow a soft pink or blue in places, or even green. The emotions that accompany the colours don't bother him as much as the folks pushing him towards anyone whose colours match, but he just lets it happen. He was going to meet new people anyway, right? Strangers get small, polite smiles.]

I'm sorry. We could take this time to get to know each other better, and they'll leave us alone?

[Of course, people who know him get a different response-]

Oh. Well, it could probably be worse.

[He's joking. Made (hopefully) obvious by the way he nudges the other person playfully. The Full Moons are nearing, he's feeling a little bit sassy.]

Wildcard;
(I'll write a prompt out if we plot something, or you can write your own! I'd rather keep memory share stuff to the event post when it goes up, but anything else goes! My plurk is novicecity if you want to plan something! As for which colour Connor gets, I'll either RNG it or you can pick~)

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[plasticasshole]

I wonder how it would feel to have more limbs... you'll have to explain it to me if it happens.

[He's very interested.]

I think a couple of glasses would work. I haven't tested the exact amounts yet. I know I can become slightly damp from rain, but I can't let it soak me through.

[stopfen]

I'd rather not. [It's so dry, so blunt. But she shrugs.] I wonder how they'd even grow... [But that was a question for if she felt itchy anywhere a limb could possibly grow.]

That sounds like a pain. It's make doing so many chores annoying.

[plasticasshole]

Why not? It isn't like not talking about it will make it go away.

[Still, he shrugs.]

I can at least wash up without losing my legs. And the water feels nice on my scales, even when soapy.

[stopfen]

I know that. I'd rather not trick myself into thinking something is there. [Phantom pains. She's avoided the sensation all her life on the field. But she'd heard of it. And with the itching the shell brought she didn't want to think to hard about what else could be happening. How her skin was changing, if it was affecting inside too.

Shivers...]

What...What about salt water? I've heard different fish can't live in that. [Not that they'd see much of the sea.]

[plasticasshole]

So far, I've found that the type of water doesn't affect my enjoyment of it. I like the ocean.

[There are places there that only he knows about. It's nice to go there sometimes and relax, alone.]

I do enjoy warm water, though... I can tolerate cooler water, but there's something very nice about gently heated water.

[stopfen]

Wouldn't it be difficult to heat- Magic... [Nevermind, the answer was always magic. That's how he got enough heated water.]

I wonder what is going to happen... [Her own changes, bugs didn't handle the cold well, did they?]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor smiles at her realisation.]

Magic.

[When she thinks on what might happen to her though, the smile fades again and he thinks on it.]

Well, I'm not really sure. I don't know much about Fae. I'd imagine there are plenty of resources out there for you, though. After all, Monsters have been living here for many years, even if we haven't.

[stopfen]

I met another, we worked out a few things. But there have been differences between what we've experienced. There's a lot of different types of bugs. Like fish... [Though there was a slight issue with most fae being in hiding as well.]

I just hope I don't get squashed by someone... [It's a joke.]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor at least recognises the joke here. He smirks and gestures to the pocket on his waistcoat.]

Are you expecting to shrink until you could fit into my palm? I suppose I could carry you around in my pocket so you don't get stepped on.

[stopfen]

That would be a good spot, warm and I could see where I was going. And nothing could hit me in the back.

[That was the issue with the times she'd ridden a titan. It was too easy for something to hit them up there. But he gets a small snort of a laugh. ]

I think I'd rather stay as tall as I am though. I already feel short meeting some of the people here.

[plasticasshole]

By all means, feel free to climb in if you do shrink.

[Still, he looks down at her.]

Is there anything wrong with being a little shorter than others?

[stopfen]

There isn't... I'm just used to being taller than most people. I can't call the runt a runt if I'm small here.

[What would she call him if she became a runt? Her creative nickname would need rethinking.]

[plasticasshole]

Maybe it's payback for calling someone a runt.

[He's still smiling as he says it, not particularly outraged at the name. It could be an inside joke with someone for all he knows.]

[stopfen]

He is a runt... I was bigger than him when I was twelve. Besides he calls me gloomy.

[It was a unique relationship. Mutual respect, but also wanting to bully. Okay, the bulling was on her side.

Then her antenna give another twitch as something small brushes one.]

Why do these bugs keep crashing into people? [She didn't even see that one, just felt it.]

[plasticasshole]

[Definitely sounds like a friendly kind of bullying. Sort of like how Hank still tells Connor to go fuck himself sometimes.]

I'm not sure why... maybe they can't sense us very well.

[But with the way they land on them, Connor wonders if maybe they just like people instead.]

I think I'd mind less if they didn't come with the emotions attached to them.

[stopfen]

They seem to do a good job of landing on- [She pauses, her hand mid-way through going up to shield the antenna. And she just stares at him instead.]

But...They're bugs. [u wot?]

[plasticasshole]

Yes, but... don't you feel it when they land on you? They've been influencing my emotions all night.

[He says it tiredly, but he doesn't seem annoyed. Just... more like he's been through too much Aefenglom crap to be surprised anymore.]

[stopfen]

... I can but. [Uh, no she just sighs. Giving up on it.] Is there anything here that doesn't do that? The bonds, I've heard there's potions too.

[Not that she knew much about that. She'd tuned it out when the puca sales person saying things that got a giggle as they sold their wares, because she hadn't understood the joke.]

[plasticasshole]

It's true, there's a lot of sharing in this world. Emotions, memories, sensations...

[He thinks on it.]

But maybe those connections are vital for magic here. Or maybe they're just a product of all the magic in the air.

[Could be a case of one feeding into the other.]

[stopfen]

I wish it was easier to avoid... [Even with the lessons, she'd had trouble blocking things from going through the temporary bond. And a actual bond would be stronger. She just sighs at it. Not liking it one bit.

Sorry Connor, she needs a moment to mope.]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor frowns, tipping his head slightly.]

Don't you like sharing how you feel?

[He's never really had a problem with it, himself.]

With someone you trust, it really isn't so bad. Do you have anyone you can trust here?

[stopfen]

[Ahaha- Not looking at him. Turning her head to look out and watch the comet flies.]

I don't. Not anywhere... [Armin was the closest she could think of. But he wasn't here, and she couldn't be sure if she only trusted him because of her bond to Eren.]

[plasticasshole]

Oh...

[That's sad. Connor looks unhappy for a moment, before fixing her with an earnest look.]

I understand that we've only just met, but I hope that one day you'll be able to trust me. And maybe you'll find a few more friends here, too.

[Nobody should be alone.]

;-;

[stopfen]

[Well...That gets a pause because, that's kind of sweet. But the trust has been broken too thoroughly for her to really contemplate that.]

Maybe... [And she's quiet for a few more seconds. Because she does think about it.]

Maybe that would be good. I've never had a friend without someone else involved.

[All of the people she'd considered friends she'd met through one person. The one she was bound to. They were people related to that person's goals, so maybe, just maybe, she'd only wanted to defend and care for their wellbeing because of that. Because them being well helped her bonded... She didn't want to think that. But those thoughts kept happening, just how much did this bond influence her?

Maybe it would be good if someone completely separate considered her a friend. And even better if that was before she consider them one. That way, she'd know her feelings weren't a result of the bond transferring.]

poor mikasa

[plasticasshole]

Never?

[His tone is gentle, genuine.]

Well, I'd like to get to know you. Maybe with some time...

[They could become friends. Though Connor considers people friends quite quickly, Mikasa doesn't seem like the type.]