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middaeg2019-08-23 04:21 am
showsnopiety) wrote in middaeg2019-08-23 04:21 am
There was always shelter [Open!]
Who: All of you!
When: Aguril 23rd
Where: In Haven, specifically the mansion by the dragon boys
What: We all need some chill, time to get some chill.
Warnings: Tea drugs, so much pizza, possible angst, tba
Her announcement said it all; it was going to be some time to chill out and enjoy possibly sleeping or at least resting properly the first time in a week or so. There was the garden that was starting to grow well; there were a few heated rocks and blankets spread out; there was the smell of baked goods and tea in the air, with cups ready.
There were only two rooms that were forbidden, as shown by the ribbon on the doors: Caren's room and...well, looking inside there was a bedroom, and those who were aware before knew who it belonged to.
Otherwise, it's a large mansion with plenty of room to spread around. Flop down with your blankets, pillows, whichever-or use the supplies or cene to make sure that Caren can make a personal pizza.
Else, take a cup and see about taking a chance to calm down and breathe.
When: Aguril 23rd
Where: In Haven, specifically the mansion by the dragon boys
What: We all need some chill, time to get some chill.
Warnings: Tea drugs, so much pizza, possible angst, tba
Her announcement said it all; it was going to be some time to chill out and enjoy possibly sleeping or at least resting properly the first time in a week or so. There was the garden that was starting to grow well; there were a few heated rocks and blankets spread out; there was the smell of baked goods and tea in the air, with cups ready.
There were only two rooms that were forbidden, as shown by the ribbon on the doors: Caren's room and...well, looking inside there was a bedroom, and those who were aware before knew who it belonged to.
Otherwise, it's a large mansion with plenty of room to spread around. Flop down with your blankets, pillows, whichever-or use the supplies or cene to make sure that Caren can make a personal pizza.
Else, take a cup and see about taking a chance to calm down and breathe.
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The stalking mention certainly sounds like a call-back to that one conversation they had— where they also established she knows him from elsewhere and things got— both clearer and more complicated at once. Huh? ]
Now I'm going to be sad you are forgetting about me. [ He teases as he starts rinsing the onions with water. ] I live with Myr, good kid, very dedicated and passionate from what I've seen. [ It's been less than a month, but he already grew fond of the young mage— well no longer a mage here, it seems ] And Archer, he's the one who might want to conquer your kitchen—
[ A pause. There's a spark of curiosity if she knows him too, and a small worry it might ruin the supposed "chill evening" she needs, but alas too late now. On the other hand, they could have met already, Haven isn't that big place. Hopefully, he didn't accidentally provide her with ammunition ]
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She listened quietly, not knowing anything about Myr. But then-ah. Ah. She went still for a few moments, before she sighed, staring at the wall.]
Of course he'd want to do that. He can't without my permission.
[She breathed out a slow breath, and made to smooth her hair out of the way.]
But I do have to say, you two have a way of coming together that's quite-it's quite something. Are you two lovers? I wouldn't be surprised if you were.
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Huh, really?
[ . . . ]
So you know that sly bastard... [ Giving credit where it's due. But he pauses wondering how to answer to that question. "They are", "they are not", depending on the definition used of that word. The "it's complicated" Facebook status. ] We're Bonded now, as of Lùnasa. Finally figured it's time to stop being stupid.
[ He's not going to paint as a purely pragmatic choice because it's not what it just was. You know what? He prefers the onions. ]
If you don't want him here say a word, I will kick him out. [ Caster has no idea what could happen in Caren's war, but she was his Master elsewhere, he owes her that much. ] It's your party, it should be fun for you.
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I don't think you've any ground in calling anyone sly. You're just as bad as he is.
No wonder the two of you are so...close.
[Not the right word, but close enough. She sighs, and lightly presses a hand against his back. It'd be more sweet if she hadn't claws that could scratch him at any second.]
But you don't have to protect him- or me. It's about time I saw him again.
[It''ll be painful to see his face and be reminded of Avenger but- she has to face it. Besides, needling him would be fun.]
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Now, now that's harsh... [ He doesn't protest too intensely though. Trying to cant his head in a way he could catch a glimpse of her behind him.
The onion's side-effect is going to set in too since he just made first cut ] That sure sounds more cryptic than any druid could word it —all I'm saying, there's time for everything.
[ For certain reunions too. It doesn't have to be now. But he can't help his curiosity. Would he understand he better if he was her Lancer? ]
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It's not harsh when I didn't say it in front of everyone else.
[And she could have. She raised an eyebrow at him, and huffed, gently resting her head against his back and closing her eyes. That felt better. Her eyes were feeling tired.]
And sometimes it's best to face what's in front of you. I'm not going to bolt. He doesn't know who I am either so-it's fine.
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I am so lucky to avoid the scolding— [ He has no ideas ] Hey if you want him, you can have him. I can make a tiny bow like on a present.
[ But then he stops with the jovial joking tone and again tries to look behind him. Pressing into the warmth that she is. And asks a little quieter ]
Are you going to be fine?
[ Sniffle, damn onion. ]
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A tiny bow? Goodness. How generous. It sounds as if you want to throw him into my bedroom and lock the door.
[How lewd Caster, how lewd. And her eyes might be stinging but...]
I'll be fine. I'm always fine.
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Geez, this stuff is [ —sniffle, sniffle, teary-eyed— ] strong.
[ This pole is absolutely taking it as a hug, though. Huh. Briefly, he stops cutting that damned onion, to put his hand over hers— to feel the difference better. And to wipe his face, but that was a mistake, he should have done that with a clean hand. This adorable, awful gremlin caused it, and yet he still wants to cheer her up. Or maybe scold her in turn ]
No one is always fine, don't hold yourself to such an impossible standard, it will break you. [ Says the "thisisfine.jpg" dog, but, ah, he wouldn't say "it's fine". He'd just disappear into mountains for a week. ]
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I'm not sure he'd even want that with me, so. Maybe I won't try to seduce him right away.
[Still, she might. Later though, when she might just doze off thanks to the tea.]
Has to be strong so there will be some left. But...really....
[Don't mind the gremlin, she's going to curl her fist in...well if Cu is wearing a shirt, she's doing that. If not, enjoy having some stray hairs tugged on.]
would anyone really care if I broke? I don't think they would. Ignis, but we're bonded. That's different.
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[Too warm, even. A side-effect of fire magic he likes so much. Turns out being battle-pyro makes you into a great cuddling pole? Are the claws going to leave cat-holes in the shirt? (bye-bye new shirt) ]
Most of the world won't care. People are busy with their own lives, breaking on their own— [ It must look really funny for having this conversation over an onion. ]
But if there is just one person, it could be enough. And if someone like that is not here, grit your teeth and keep your bones together— move forward until you find them. Sometimes it might be someone you least expect it to be.
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Hear, hear, all these philosophizings, and all I really have to do is to say— I'll catch you if I see you fall.
[ Caren was his Master, once, somewhere— he owes her that much. But exactly because she was his Master he had to lecture her a bit, before jumping to the last part. A druid's role is to guide, after all. ]
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But he's right. People are self centered, concentrating on their own lives. She knew that, known that for awhile.
Though she didn't realize that this would mean hug time. She made a soft noise, as she smelt onions on his hands and realized...even as she felt her face boop against his chest.
Huh. He may be a druid, but he still got Lancer pecs.]
You're so sentimental.
[She's not moving though. She sighs quietly though, and rubs her face against his shirt. It's soft and she's very sleepy. Murrrr.]
And you smell like onions.
[Yes druid, she's thanking you in her own...weird way.]