[open] if you could only see

[exsoldier]

Who: Zack & YOU, plus some closed prompts!
When: Throughout Aguril
Where: Throughout Aefenglom and the Wilde
What: August catch-all: quests, Zack going feral, red string spell stuff
Warnings: Violence due to going feral

[ prompts are in the comments below! if you want a specific starter for anything, you can pm me or hit me up over at demonology! ]

Comments

[sparkstrikes]

[He'd be doing her a favour, and out of the goodness of his heart too!? If they're not careful, they may just find themselves falling into an endless spiral of owing each other drinks for things that they'll bleed their wallets dry before they're done.

She had forgotten about the feathers for the time being, reminded only when his fingers rustle them in his hair, and her smile fades into a worried frown. It must not be easy... and if it were her, she'd have plucked them all out the moment they started grow.]

You look like you got run over by one, too. [In the sense that he looks tired, just like every other monster she's talked to after the full moon.

Her chair squeaks as she pushes it out from the table.]

Better start resting up. Those drinks aren't gonna drink themselves.

[exsoldier]

[ Zack doesn't take any offense at Lightning saying it how it is. He'd stared in a mirror for long enough this morning to know what he looks like, and in some ways the extra feathers are not the most alarming thing.

If he gets enough sleep and rest, though, he's sure that he'll bounce back in no time. It'll take more than transforming into some eagle-lion thing to keep him down.

When he realizes that Lightning is planning to excuse herself, he's quick to also stand, wanting to make sure to walk her out. ]

Yeah, fair enough. I do appreciate you coming by, though. It means a lot.

[ He shoots her a smile, then turns to lead her back to the front door. ]

[sparkstrikes]

Least I could do.

[She follows behind, making sure to toss her bag in the trash on their way out of the kitchen, but she pauses at the front door as they swing it open, letting the cool night air drift inside. Lightning isn't sure why she hesitates to leave, opening her mouth to say something more than just a goodbye, but she promptly shuts it with a grin.

And then, just as she walks out, she holds up three fingers over her shoulder.]

That's three now, Fair. Don't forget.