event pt 1 | full moon & litha

[moustre]

Event Log: June, A Midsummer Night's Dream

I. IUNERIL 17TH - THE FULL MOONS The days leading up to the full moons are the same as last month: Monsters are a little itchier and a little easier to agitate, whether they mean to be or not, which becomes increasingly noticeable the day before the full moons. But of particular note is that this may be the second full moons that some arrivals have experienced, and with that comes greater risks, greater agitation, and further reminders to take care of themselves. Weather fair, despite the worries of the city, Monsters will find that the Sisters aren't blocked away by clouds this night. The moons cast their light down on the city, and the pull is strong for even the veteran natives that call the city home. The Coven is offering potions and charms, in an attempt to encourage those without a Bond to ensure that they will be able to keep their wits about them throughout the entire stretch of the Sisters' time in the sky at their fullest. They're always allowed to reject the offer, but it's with a warning: if they let their newfound instincts overtake them, then they might find themselves back in the Coven under worse conditions. But the Sisters rise framed in stark red skies, even as evening falls across Aefenglom, much to the discontent of the city. Streets that are rarely dim are lit up even moreso, now, in the face of this omen, lanterns and candles leading all the way to the Harbor District. Their colors flicker with shades of blue, green, violet - anything to offset the red. Boats that come and go along the river also carry a lantern or two with the same intent, and ships in the harbor are decorated with magical faerylights, strung across hulls, masts, the works. There's no place in the Harbor District untouched by light, with nary a sign of red in the midst of their goods. Tensions are already high, between the humans and Monsters of Aefenglom. It's especially noticeable on this night: full moons already cause everyone to be a little jumpy, but with the red tidings for Litha, they're more on edge than ever. Some blame the new arrivals, though never directly to their face, especially when they don't know who, or what, someone might be. It's always a there-and-gone whisper, it seems like. Gossip. Distrust. Unease. It doesn't lend well to the full moons, but there are still those that want to help. Many will notice that there's already activities and decorations up for Litha, some of them still under construction despite the fast approaching festival. The most notable of all are the hedge mazes that have been constructed, both by hand and with magic to encourage their growth. Behind the festival organizers' backs, a group of people - both man and beast - are offering Monsters a chance to burn off some of their energy by embracing their instincts in a more... constructive manner, with native Witches and Monsters alike prepared to intervene if things get a little too violent. In a sort of mockery of Litha's traditions, they're partnering Monsters up with a willing participant to run the mazes, with a variety of options that they will list. The partner - or partners, if there is a party looking to go in together - can be either Witch or Monster, and the people organizing this won't judge as they inform the interested individuals of their options: a. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO, allowing the Monster to either hunt a small livestock or game animal (a piglet, fowls, rabbits, the like) or to hunt down their partner through the maze they've chosen. This need not end violently, and can become more of a game of hide and seek meets tag. b. EVERYBODY WAS FIGHTING, where one maze in particular has been devoted to a makeshift fight ring at the very heart of it. The organizers hope, somewhat, that by making the Monster(s) in question run the maze first they'll be a little tired out already when reaching the ring. c. UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT, because instincts don't always call for violence, the organizers offer a more intimate experience here, whether it's sexual or nonsexual. Maybe you just want a good cuddle..? The organizers emphasize the idea of consent, and will not force anyone against their will into the hedge mazes, no matter which one it is. They also want to make sure that they will step in to help if called upon, in case someone gets a little too overeager. Witches looking to use magic this night will, peculiarly, find that their magic is a little less... cooperative. Many of the Coven Witches speak of how they specifically wait to cast powerful spells on the night of the full moons, to ensure that they have the greatest chances of success with the help of the Sisters. However, Witches of the new arrival persuasion are much weaker on full moons. Their magic is still there, and they can still draw upon it for spells, but they'll have to put greater effort if they want to cast a spell with any significant amount of power. Overexerting oneself while doing this is entirely possible, so it's best to try and find some sort of balance, lest you find yourself exhausted and without a means to defend yourself. We ask that any and all NSFW threads be marked accordingly, or otherwise moved to a locked post on the log community or an entry/inbox on a character journal. Remember to please be excellent to each other, and respect all limits that your threadmates might have, if you explore the more sexual or violent aspects of the offered prompts. If things get OOCly out of hand, please let us know; if things get ICly out of hand, please let Nessie and Mhairi know.

II. LITHA - IUNERIL 21ST TO 23RD Despite what chaos there might have been on the night of the full moons, and the subsequent day after as things began to calm, Litha still arrives as scheduled on Iuneril 21st, as the sun begins to set. The summer solstice reaches its peak the following night, and the festivities wind down the third dusk. While certainly still lively, it isn't as completely festive as Boaltinn, most certainly because of the red skies, and the natives are obviously trying to make the best they can of what they perceive as a poor situation. To say that the natives are on edge would certainly be an understatement. Whatever happened in those hedge mazes is untraceable, now, and everything looks pristine. Faerylights decorate every awning, overhang, and eave, magical and twinkling with colors to offset the red skies. There are no bonfires, this go around, but much like the fires it seems that the lights all lead to the primary area of celebration: in contrast to Boaltinn, Litha is celebrated in the Entertainment, Shopping, and Harbor Districts. Doors to businesses are wide open (with many even having large signs indicating VAMPIRES WELCOME HERE - those that don't make a clear statement), and stalls offering wares and foods and activities alike are set up at nearly every corner alongside preestablished businesses in the market. The harbor is especially lively, with many sailors coming and going as they prepare for setting sail. While ships themselves are always coming and going in the port, Litha is an important time for the more longterm voyages and those meant to carry some significance, and each ship departing is bid farewell with equal fanfare. Fireworks and celebration that is, at least in some part, genuine, but does carry a certain level of enthusiasm that borders on force of will. a. ASKING FOR A LITTLE COMPANY Though all businesses in the Entertainment District open their doors for the festivals of Aefenglom, the brothels of the city in particular are offering a warm welcome this Litha to anyone who might be interested in spending some time with someone - or, multiple someones. They have open rooms for mingling, lounges with floor pillows and low tables where customers can partake in spiced and unspiced drinks alike, where the unspiced are lacking in the potions and near-aphrodisiacs of the spiced drinks. Private rooms are also available for those seeking a more... intimate experience, however one may take that to mean. The brothel workers are more than happy to attend to any interested parties, but also aren't against randomly pairing individuals up, based on their specifications. And, after a little misunderstanding regarding their classes, the Head Madame of the guild has decided that they will be offering chances for individuals to perform at their establishments. She was rather charmed by the mishap, bless your souls, as were the rest of the guild, so the new arrivals have endeared themselves to the brothel workers. Dances, conversation, assorted busking - whatever skills that their quest-takers learned, whether it be of the more sexual nature or not, they'll provide whatever they might need to put on a show and attract or entertain clientele. b. I'M WISHING FOR THE ONE I LOVE Anyone interested in making their way into the Shopping District will find just as many open doors, as well as numerous stalls interspersed where they weren't before. Vendors hawking their wares and goods like always call out with Litha specials, and businesses set up temporary stalls to draw attention to themselves, with promise of greater bargains and products to be found at their main establishment. There are many that sell spiced foods and drinks, with varying degrees of strength depending on how one wants to feel. Others are selling candles and lanterns, offering a magitech version of a lighter at a steal, depending on how much you purchase otherwise. The largest stalls, and the biggest displays at storefronts, are the flowers though. Every single flower shop in Aefenglom has come out full force, practically painting the district in a myriad of non-red colors as they put their stock on full display. They offer deals for those who wish to buy bouquets for a sweetheart or someone they admire, as well as anyone wanting to make flower crowns for those they care for. Each of the seven largest shops are also handing out a single flower for those partaking in festivities to place under their pillow to dream of future partners, the flower they're typically most well known for; this varies from shop to shop, but the up and coming Rose Bush certainly isn't going to let superstition stop them, and are handing out red roses. It's a bold move, but one that causes the tizzy that they were intending it to. And if one is feeling particularly whimsical, they can go to any well at night, looking into the depths in a bid to see their future spouse and true love within. Perhaps making an offering of a flower would bring good luck..? Just don't linger for too long, as there's a rumor that someone is pushing unfamiliar faces into the well, likely targeting those they think are new arrivals. c. GET LOST WITH ME Though the Harbor District has some bleedover from the Shopping District in terms of festivities, their streets and warehouses are where the most room is available for the hedge mazes. Some are sprawling as they fill the streets and alleys, spilling into the towering buildings that have been empty to load the contents onto waiting ships. They create their own environments, with flowers from the flower shops blooming in the rows and creating archways at entrances and exits. Some are enchanted to seem neverending, although there always is an exit, if one can only figure out the puzzle. Each maze has a different method to its madness, and arrangements that those running them have decided on. (Some faces may seem familiar, to those that encountered them on the full moons; they'll feign otherwise, focused only on the now and refusing to draw attention to any recognition.) Some mazes send in the partners together, randomly selected and tasked with figuring out how to reach the end of the maze together. Others will send the partners in from different ends, with the instructions to find one another, whether in the center of the maze or in its winding path. Another variety offers something reminiscent of the hide and seek meets tag game, tasking one as the hunter and the other as the hunted, a game of pursuit meant to replicate the "playing hard to get" variety of courtship. There's no restrictions on how many times one can enter the maze, as it allows one to forge many bonds - and possibly Bonds - and replicates the process of finding your true love. Or, loves; no one here is going to judge anyone. They certainly won't judge, either, if participants opt to take a swig of something for luck in love before they go in. However, some mazes have been tampered with: rather than opening out into somewhere safe on the street or in a building, they empty out unaware participants into the port itself. Hopefully you know how to swim. Once again, we ask that if any threads take on a NSFW nature that they be marked as such, or otherwise moved to a locked post in the log community or an entry/inbox in a character journal.

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[curruid_coinchenn]

You've only made one mistake, so I let you live.

[ As he steps through the doorway, he sets Wei Wuxian down gently. The issue with monsters doesn't surprise him, some are especially dangerous, after all. Dragons in particular are a problem with how uncontrolled they can be.

He's a bit gruff with the clerk, cold and short, but they're given a room. ]

This way...or do I have to carry you again?

[cult]

( finally sat down to his feet, he's casually making his way around in the lobby, eyes glancing at this and that, along with the people inside. wei wuxian does become bothersome at one point, a few of the workers asking him not to touch things that don't belong to him and to go back to the side of his companion before he gets in trouble. the idiot is hardheaded by nature so instead, he does find himself making conversation with a younger woman sitting within the lobby, laughing and having a good time despite the pain in his shoulder. there's a few times where he points towards berserker's direction and in response the young woman seems to fluster for a moment. looking away for a moment before pushing flowers into his arms from a basket she's been carrying around.

he gladly accepts them, giving her a wink before he gets up from his seat and happily walks himself over to berserker's side. ) Do you wanna carry me? I don't mind, I'm soooo hurt.. ~ ( hopefully it's just a flesh wound even though how bad it hurts like hell but instead, he hands over the bulk of flowers in his arms over to the other. )

Here, here. That cute sister wanted to give you these but she's shy ~ ( there's also a flower crown in his hand to pass onto the servant as well. ) I told her about how you rescued me and she was just SO impressed!

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker watches the scene with impressive indifference, along with a mild, but growing, irritation. Maybe it's the changes taking their toll, but his patience is thinner than ever.

Once the other man returns to his side, he does pick him back up. Berserker narrows his eyes at the offer of flowers. ]

Is that really what you told her?

[ Not that he actually cared, of course, but something told him that no, that was not what hapend, judging by her reaction. The crown sits a bit awkwardly atop his horns, sticking out like a sore thumb. It would look more fitting if the flowers were wilted and dead, really.

He sets wei Wuxian down in the doorway to the private room, going in first. He doesn't wait or even make a motion for the other to follow him, he just goes right in. Instead of sitting on any of the available furniture, he takes a seat on the floor against a wall. ]

Now come here.

[cult]

Hm.. do you not like what I said? She's a gentle sister, it's the truth, though! ( with how wei wuxian sees it, the other did do a kind gesture during their little maze adventure so why not talk about it with others? besides, the woman was pleased to hear such a thing and thought such a courageous act be rewarded — and it was cute to them! so why not? ) You don't trust me, huh? What do you think I said?

( finally back down to his feet, he looks both left and right down the halls to see if anyone is around — waving at whoever before walking inside to shut the door behind him. ) I promise you, I didn't say anything cross yet! ( since they're alone, wei wuxian takes his chance to dig into the sleeve of his robes to pull out a certain talisman he's had on hand; walking over to the servant and holding it out. )

Take this, if you place it where you've been injured.. it should do it's job! It'll activate immediately. ( he has a few more but he wants to make sure the first one works if anything. ) I'd place it on you but my magic really has went against me tonight! So..!

[curruid_coinchenn]

It's not that I don't trust you... [ Well, to be honest, he doesn't -- he doesn't fully trust anyone. ] I'll take your word on what you said. Her reaction seemed to show something different.

[ Berserker shakes his head, declining the talisman. It's stubborn pride more than anything else -- the wounds he has are his own fault and he'll let them heal. Diarmuid used a similar spell on him to heal a wound, so he knows they work...or should work. ]

Use it on yourself. My injuries are minor, they'll heal.

[ Small, but numerous. Many small cuts and minor burns marred anywhere that was bare. ]

Take care of yourself before worrying about others.

[cult]

Did it? Huh! I wasn't really paying attention much but she did give you a gift so that means something, right? ( it's quickly right after that his kindness is rejected but that doesn't stop him, keeping up his grin as he finds the other's reaction to be the norm now. berserker really likes to keep up that one certain image about him, it's endearing enough. it's not that he hasn't heard those words before, thinking about himself before others but that's not how he works so he keeps holding it out; hoping the other will take it. ) I have many more so just this one, okay?

( besides, it just doesn't sit right with him having probably caused a few because of his missteps tonight and now that he thinks about it. ) I made a mistake like you said so I have this to fix a few of those! ( yeah, he's really not budging at all but he remembers something the other said and might as well.. )

Oh! How many mistakes do I have to make, it seems you really count those? You were all spooky like.. I made one so you'll let me live, how many more? ( the idea of coming here was to pat the other's head until they both were satisfied but it seems like once wei wuxian gets to talking.. he can hardly shut up! one question after the other, his personality that fixates on another person to make sure they're fine before him and other things of that matter. while he waits, he does move to sit himself right next to berserker in a criss-crossed fashion, using his free hand to pat his own lap and now he's becoming an embarrassment. )

Lay your head right here and you can tell me all about it! ( maybe he didn't really forget about those pats. there's a soft sigh, leaning against the wall as he keeps an expectant look on his companion. come on, it isn't that bad! )

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ With a sense he won't take no for an answer, he takes the talisman from him. He'll make use of it later, he hopes taking it is enough for now. The question is a little more complicated, but he decides to be forward with it.]

Three mistakes. The third one is a cause to kill you.

[No hesitation. He does hesitate on settling down into Wei Wuxian's lap. It's why they're here, but human contact is so foreign to him that it's hard for him to accept this as normal. After a moment, he shifts and lays down, resting his head in the other's lap. It's strange and uncomfortable to show weakness (or what he sees as weakness) in front of someone else, his body tense. ]

Does that bother you?

[cult]

( it catches him off guard, causing wei wuxian to blink slightly confused before he laughs only a bit worried right after. three mistakes, the last is death. it's funny for a bit but he only stops moments after, thinking about how he considers that a lucky number of sorts. he's died twice, he doesn't know if he should call partaking in this world be his third or not but he believes it must be a saying the other lives by.

once berserker rests his head in wuxian's lap, the witch proceeds to run his hands through the male's hair slowly. nails lightly scratching against the scalp as he thinks on the male's words — grey eyes slowly gazing down as he watches his fingers disappear in dark strands. )

... Huh. Does it? ( it makes him think on how complicated this matter is, mistakes normally earn chiding but this time one owes their life. it's a ruthless way to live and maybe a certain sect wouldn't have been against this odd way of thinking. it feels illogical, something wei wuxian can hardly wrap his head around it. rather than answering it, he gives replies with a question of his own only to see if this logic is one sided — since the other is alive, he guesses so. or maybe, he just doesn't make any sort of mistakes unless everything has always been right by him? )

Do you make mistakes? ( he's says this gently, pondering what his response may be. )

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Red eyes flutter shut at the touch, a soft sigh coming in response. The tension in him eases up and he relaxes, one hand coming to rest on Wei Wuxian's leg. It feels good, so good that he presses into the sensation. This is something he gave up long ago, pushing everyone away from him and keeping them at bay with his general presence and attitude. Berserker has trouble focusing on the conversation, completely giving in to the pleasant sensations. ]

If I make a mistake, I pay for it. A misstep leading to injury or failure means I pay for it in some way.

[ This is the real reason he won't use the talisman to heal his wounds -- they're punishment for his mistake. It's short-sighted and self-destructive, but he is a Berserker, after all. ]

[cult]

( you really can't tell wei wuxian that berserker isn't like a cat.. it's all there. they're a little angry, do what they want and only deal with the people that they want to endure — this person is just like those small, fickle beings. even the hand that comes to rest on his leg gives him more reason to believe so! nails continue grazing against the male's head softly, trying to ease him even though there's no visible worries. )

Thinking like that sounds.. like such a pain! You'll only hurt yourself when you're just so kind! It isn't fair at all.

( closing his eyes, he thinks on the situation before him and sure, his advice might not mean much for someone already set in their ways. it's true for the most part though, an unsettling lifestyle so he starts off thoughtful as usual. ) We're friends right so I'm deciding that I won't let you have to carry the pain alone, okay? ( he's not going to accept anything else, grinning sheepishly as he slowly opens to look towards the door of the room. )

Besides, everyone makes mistakes! If you hurt yourself for each one, you'll cripple yourself to not be able to do anything else! Specially if you have a goal in mind, y'know! ( he's made many of them in the past, some that he wishes he could take back but it's nothing he can fix about that now; isn't this why people start to focus on the future? )

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ A cat or a seemingly aggressive dog that snarls at anyone that gets too close, but anyone brave or stupid enough to get past that could pet him easily.

Berserker is a puddle of person, the feral thoughts eased by the pets. He finally lets himself relax entirely, nuzzling against Wei Wuxian's thigh. He grips his leg tighter, claws digging in for just a moment before he lets go. There's a desire to be more intimate, but it's such an alien feeling that he doesn't act on it. There's so much he's given up and buried in the name of strength, not out of want but out of necessity. ]

My mistakes are my own. Everyone pays for their mistakes. My life is violent, so my mistakes have violent consequences.

[ It's not as if he chose that life, either. He finds no joy in fighting and killing. The true version of Cú Chulainn loves battle and being a warrior, but this Alter version finds it nothing more than routine and boring. A life of violence foisted upon him, forcing him to give up everything in the name of strength.

There's a word that gives him pause. He turns his head to look up at the other man. ]

...Do you really want to call someone like me a friend? [ Friendship is another alien concept to him. Everyone is an ally or an enemy -- allies could be friends, but he woud never use that word himself. ] Violence and death follow me and anyone close to me. Are you sure you want that? ... Or are you used to such a life, too?

[cult]

It doesn't mean because you're violent there should be a consequence for everything, that's not how life works, you know!

( wei wuxian continues the same pattern with his fingers, every stroke through the male's hair is done gently. making sure that his pace doesn't shift from what he's trying to make have become the norm and keep the male satisfied; anything different might cause him to stir. every little reaction catches wuxian's attention, making a mental note of the claws that dig into his skin and then shift back, the way the other cradles even more into the warmth of his lap. it's endearing, like stated before.

he searches but only subtly for a spot that the other may like scritched better than anywhere else, it might be wrong to treat him like a literal pet but it's also sort of hard. it's quite funny how not too long ago, they were just playing cat and mouse and during their cooldown, he's actually gotten the chance to bathe him in curious affection. wei wuxian has never been one to deny physical actions given to another person so he dispenses as much as he can considering who knows when the other will tire of him.

his patience seems thin or that's what wei wuxian gets from the little things that irritate him but he hasn't seen enough yet. as soon as the male turns his head, wei wuxian immediately stops as he cants his head to the side to gaze upon the other. he's a little saddened that he's probably about to be snapped at but the words that leave from his lips have an entirely different meaning; bringing him to raise his brow. )

Huh!? Huh! Why wouldn't I? ( what has berserker done for wei wuxian to think any differently from him, even what he says next holds no justification towards not wanting him to. he only keeps up a wide smile as he listens to his reason and if that was the case — wei wuxian wouldn't have friends either. he isn't sure if the other is looking for someone to understand or just someone to be there or wei wuxian is just an idiot who's looking too deep into this but his words are hesitant, he doesn't seem to be in a rush to answer. he could say the same for himself that violence and death followed him but it would be a lie to say that he didn't start majority of it himself in his second life. )

Don't worry about such a thing — ( he rests his hand within berserker's hair, humming at the thought. he could be honest, explain that at one point; he was no good and the masses wanted him dead because of the people he's killed in his time. though, he's picked up the name of the body that's been given to him so it's not like he's lying but he's not honest. ) My family was slaughtered so maybe it follows around me too.. ahaha, I really can't talk. What I can talk about is that I'm your friend no matter what happens, you can push me away but I'm really annoying so I doubt you can get rid of me! ( he raises his other arm, flinching only slightly as he proceeds to ruffle berserker's hair to lighten the conversation. ) I'm here..! Until you kill me, I suppose. ( even as he says that, he chuckles right after. )

[curruid_coinchenn]

It's how it works for me.

[ Berserker's not fond of feeling like someone's pet, but he can't deny he's enjoying this. He's touch starved after so long of pushing people away -- the more he's given, the more he wants. Under normal circumstances, he'd never seek out physical affection like this, but it's not really a normal circumstance. Nothing about this is normal. This is how he rationalizes it and excuses his behavior -- an abnormal reaction for an abnormal situation.

It's hard for him to keep focused on the conversation because of this. All he wants is more affection, but he won't ask for it. He just squirms a little bit, gripping at his leg and settling deeper into his lap. ]

You do keep coming back to me despite the way I treat you...If you accept the consequences of considering me a friend, I have no reason to deny that.

[ As Wei Wuxian pets a spot near the base of his horns, he presses his head into that touch. Much to his displeasure, a quiet sound escapes him. He grimaces briefly, embarrassed by that reaction. Here's hoping that goes ignored... ]

[cult]

( there's no use arguing, laughing softly to himself at the thought that maybe with time the other will change his way; or he won't. whatever he chooses won't go ignored by wei wuxian, he's accepted him now so why won't he accept him even more later if these are his beliefs? berserker isn't different from anyone else, everyone has their own way of living and if by that standard has gotten him this far — who's to say he's wrong? it concerns wuxian a bit, fingers keeping their place upon his head to give scratches in a repetitive pace. he believe it's working out well, the way the other reacts to every single touch in his own way becomes aggressive but it doesn't hurt; it's a simple reminder of why he shouldn't stop.

the stupid grin that pulls on his features is evident from the sound, catching it and gods, there's a part of him that what's to point it out. he's worried that if he does, berserker will find some way to avoid doing it again so he keeps his mouth shut — lips shape into a "~" from it. it's adorable, really, he knows he shouldn't find someone scary this endearing but those who can speak harsh, distant words normally have a warm side to them. this is what wei wuxian has learned because the deceased are the same; though cold, they're just as warm as anyone else. )

Consequences..? Come on, don't talk so sadly. I accept the future of what will happen, as Mo Xuanyu or whoever else this place makes me become.. like how this place changes a person! ( he brushes an index finger by the male's horns, smirking because he knows that's a favored spot. ) I'll always be by your side so we'll be good friends, okay? ( wei wuxian will remember each and every instance of their time together, keeping the other pleased with every curl of his fingers, giving attention to the same spot over and over again. ) So if you ever need anything.... or my great scratches ( since he can tell berserker enjoys them so much ), just let me know!

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ It's like a switch is flipped. Berserker sits up suddenly, as if he realized what he's been doing this entire time. While he doesn't push Wei Wuxian away from him, he does move himself away, going to stand. As much as he enjoyed that comfort and contact, allowing someone to see that side of him was unacceptable. It's a weakness revealed to an outsider. Though the other man isn't a danger to him by any means, he's not an allied Servant nor is he his Master. He would prefer to never show weakness in front of them, either, but it's different if he does. ]

... As I said before, don't tell anyone about this. [ He sighs.] But I appreciated the company. If I need something from you again, I will seek you out. [ A pause as he considers this next thought. ] If you need anything from me, I will help you out if I can.

[ He might regret that offer, but an ally is an ally. He will help them and protect them until they become too much of a liability. It's the least he can do for them, in his mind. ]

[cult]

Ahahaha, shy, huh? ( with berserker completely off of him, he's a little saddened over the warmth disappearing but he'll try again soon. stretching with an arm raised towards the ceiling and a few soft cracks sounding out that the action has done its job. he keeps himself glued to the floor, watching the other now limit himself and wei wuxian now glances down at the fabric around his legs to make sure no claws ripped anything. they'd be the talk of the town if someone saw! )

Promise it, keep it as a promise so I know that you're safe. ( there's only so much he can do but what matters is that if it's something actually troubling and if berserker does think he needs help; he has to ask someone but who's to know if he won't go off and do things alone. it could go either way, he's strict towards his beliefs so maybe he would come to someone. )

I might have messed up tonight but know I'm normally not like that, I can do better. Those moons are pretty weird, huh? ( he shifts his hands back down to rest in his lap, patting again to offer it up to the other but he doubts it'll work but it never hurts to try. ) I want to keep you safe and I know you can say it: we've only known each other for a short time, I don't know the things you've done but why does that have to matter? Why should I watch you suffer if there's some way I can save you, ahaha!

( it sounds normal but considering the way wei wuxian has always lived, that self sacrificial attitude has always got others into hell because he just didn't know when to stop helping. he's isn't sure how long berserker requested this room for but wei wuxian is digging into the sleeve of his robe, pulling out his flute from before. he's making sure that it's still perfect as it was before, handmade from bamboo and forcibly fixed by someone back home so that the instrument could at least be usable. bringing it to his lips, he plays a soft melody from memory that doesn't do anything for his magic; only to pass time as he waits for the other to speak. )

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker has spent most of his life building up emotional walls. The cold apathy that surrounds him is a way to keep people out. A one man war, not by choice but by force -- he was forced to give up everything in the name of strength. The emotional walls became physical, the aura that surrounds him keeping others at bay. The changes forced upon him here are causing cracks in those walls he's deeply uncomfortable with.

There's more he wants from Wei Wuxian, but more he won't ask. He can't let himself be that weak, or what he sees as weak, anyway. He just wants to leave and isolate himself once again. ]

I don't need to be kept safe, I can handle myself...But if a promise is what you want, I'll give you that. [ It's the least he can do. ] You'll prove your worth to me in time, I'm sure. Take care of your wounds.

[ That last part sounded almost like an order. Berserker hesitates for a moment, looking at the other man, studying him. Against his better judgement, he moves back towards him and lays down in his lap again. It's a concession he didn't want to make, but the gentle affection eased the feral thoughts in his head. Anything to settle those would be welcome. ]

... I'll stay for a little longer.

[cult]

Yeah, yeah. You can take care of yourself, but because I have eyes I can watch over you too! ( he says this ever so matter-of-factly as he glances towards the other with a small grin, he doesn't have to tell wei wuxian once or twice — he gets the idea! no matter how odd the situation is between them, he makes sure to keep everything that happens between them even the conversation held is just as important. there's pride here, he can feel it with the way the other speaks and it reminds him of someone back home which makes this feel slightly comfortable in such a setting. he doesn't speak on it but, it's actually a breeze. )

They'll be taken care of.. back home, my company hates when I drag blood all over the floor! ( for some reason, it's always that one person's job to tend to wei wuxian's wounds hence why he's in no rush to remedy them and instead, rubs his fingers through berserker's locks that are presented back to him again. his movements slow, starting from the start like before as if this is his first time and wanting to touch him correctly. )

I'll make sure no one knows you shared a room with a pretty cute man like me, it'll be our little secret. After your victory, you deserve something nice right? Think of it like that. ( think of it as a reward besides, when they admit the game's ending — berserker did win even if wei wuxian was crippled by the sister moons. he doesn't see any reason to complain about it anyone, that's one strike on his die and die counter but for a moment, he brushes a few locks from against the male's forehead as he looks down at him. ) You can even fall asleep too, I'll be here when you wake up.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker settles back him, nuzzling against his leg for just a moment. Fall asleep...There's no threat from Wei Wuxian, so he feels secure enough that he could do that. He's not used to having physical limitations nor suffering from exhaustion -- sleep wasn't necessary when you could just stop having a physical form for awhile. ]

I deserve nothing, but I accept it.

[ A quiet murmur, barely audible. His breathing steadies, his eyes close, and he snuggles in just a little bit more. Uncharacteristic vulnerability for such a physically intimidating person. It isn't long before he gives into his exhaustion and falls asleep.

He might regret this later, but for now, it's fine. ]