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Emotions or images, drawn with a single line [CLOSED]
Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and close CR
When: After his resurrection
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: Bittersweet reunions and meetings for everyone!
Warnings: Depression, check tag headers for specifics
[ 1. Back to work ]
[ Not even a day later, Berserker is back at work at the Sly Seadog. Nothing is different, at least that's what he tells himself. The truth is a lot is different. There's a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he's forgotten something. Even more pressing is the weakness he feels. His strength has been sapped, leaving as he was when he first arrived in Aefenglom. It's obvious to everyone that something isn't right when he struggles to deal with a problem customer. This was second nature to him on any other night, but now he needs help to bounce someone.
Frustration builds in him until the bartender makes him sit at the bar for a few minute. The dragon hangs his head as he accepts the drink. It's only as he looks up that he recognizes someone familiar. Annoying... ]
What? I'm fine...I'm just taking a break.
[ It's a lie. ]
[ 2. Harbor ]
[ After the incident at the Seadog, Berserker takes a walk. Some fresh air will clear his head, won't it? It'll at least distract him from the buzzing in his brain and how weak he feels. He makes his way towards the docks, where the stray dogs and cats congregate. They're used to seeing him around – and expect food from him. He's not empty-handed as he takes a seat, offering some food scraps to the dogs.
One of the cats crawls into his lap and makes itself at home there. Berserker seems more peaceful, at least, to the point he doesn't immediately notice he's being watched. When he does notice, he doesn't look up. ]
It's calm tonight, isn't it? They're not squabbling for scraps the way they usually do...
[ It's a friend. It's okay to vulnerable, isn't it? ]
[ 3. Wildcard ]
[ Got an idea? Did we plot something out? Drop me a starter or PM/discord me glitzkrieg#0673 ! ]
When: After his resurrection
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: Bittersweet reunions and meetings for everyone!
Warnings: Depression, check tag headers for specifics
[ 1. Back to work ]
[ Not even a day later, Berserker is back at work at the Sly Seadog. Nothing is different, at least that's what he tells himself. The truth is a lot is different. There's a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he's forgotten something. Even more pressing is the weakness he feels. His strength has been sapped, leaving as he was when he first arrived in Aefenglom. It's obvious to everyone that something isn't right when he struggles to deal with a problem customer. This was second nature to him on any other night, but now he needs help to bounce someone.
Frustration builds in him until the bartender makes him sit at the bar for a few minute. The dragon hangs his head as he accepts the drink. It's only as he looks up that he recognizes someone familiar. Annoying... ]
What? I'm fine...I'm just taking a break.
[ It's a lie. ]
[ 2. Harbor ]
[ After the incident at the Seadog, Berserker takes a walk. Some fresh air will clear his head, won't it? It'll at least distract him from the buzzing in his brain and how weak he feels. He makes his way towards the docks, where the stray dogs and cats congregate. They're used to seeing him around – and expect food from him. He's not empty-handed as he takes a seat, offering some food scraps to the dogs.
One of the cats crawls into his lap and makes itself at home there. Berserker seems more peaceful, at least, to the point he doesn't immediately notice he's being watched. When he does notice, he doesn't look up. ]
It's calm tonight, isn't it? They're not squabbling for scraps the way they usually do...
[ It's a friend. It's okay to vulnerable, isn't it? ]
[ 3. Wildcard ]
[ Got an idea? Did we plot something out? Drop me a starter or PM/discord me glitzkrieg#0673 ! ]
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He nods, and when the water is boiled, he sets about making a teapot and bringing it over. Then the cups. ]
It needs to steep a minute.
[ Waver declares when he puts the teapot down on the table between them, hands on his hips, looking down at Berserker on the sofa. ]
I was thinking of staying for a bit. Reading a book or something.
You don't need to talk to me unless you want to.
[ The offer is twofold-- silent company, just having someone nearby; or an ear to listen if he feels like actually talking about any of it. Waver knows him better than to push any harder right now. It wouldn't do any good. He's gotten the yelling out of his system now, besides. ]
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...Alright. [ It doesn't feel awkward to have him here. If anything, it's familiar and comfortable. That's what he needs right now. Berserker settles into the sofa with a sigh. ] It's...good to be back.
[ Too much unfinished business left for him to truly die at peace. ]
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I'm glad you think so. And that you're back, too.
[ As promised, he only takes a moment to grab a book off the shelf nearby before settling down on the couch beside him, close enough for Berserker to lean against him or touch him if he likes. He'll pour the tea when it's steeped, and they can enjoy some relaxing, peaceful silence. Waver is a good companion for quiet; Berserker doesn't have to be alone. ]