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middaeg2019-10-01 03:32 pm
fiddlestick) wrote in middaeg2019-10-01 03:32 pm
[Semi-Closed] Trails of Welcoming Party
Who: Class VII, SSS and any friends they invited
When: Evening of October 1st
Where: Trails House!
What: Welcome to Aefenglom/Post-Dorchacht party!
Warnings: An obscene use of tacky decor. Also liquor.
Having the forewarning of the dream that some classmates were coming, the members of Class VII decided to hold a welcome party not just for their old friends, but invite the friends they've made in their time there. The days after their return from Dorchacht, they went straight into preparation work. Setting up their home for new occupants, preparing food, planning activities, and decorating.
On the evening of the 1st, after more emotional reunions were done earlier near the Coven, the party begins. Already from the entry hallway balloon decorations, you can tell this will be a party to remember. The living room too is full of balloon decorations which were put up more clumsily by decorators who spent so much time on the entry hallway they ran out of time. Above it all hangs a giant glitter banner with names hastily enchanted on, giving warm welcome to their old classmates.
Balloons aren't the only decorations. There's magicked bubbles, floating around the room with glitter within that forms the names of the people near them (though the spelling might be off). There's pirate octopus lanterns, random seasonal wall hangings, streamers, poppers, kazoos, party hats for people to wear and all sorts of other random (but also tacky) decorations. The entire first floor and courtyard are covered in these decorations.
A lot of thought was put into planning this party. Was it good thought? That's debatable, but they were thoughts.
I. The Food
What's a party but its selection of food? Despite the questionable decorations, the food table in the dining room is nothing to snuff at. There's a whole spread made of easy party foods: kebabs, mini sandwiches, chips and dip, wings, and vegetable platters. For those with a sweet tooth, there's a build your own crepes station with ice cream and fruit with handmade crepe shells. Towa, with the help of Shinji and Elliot, worked hard to make the food as delicious as possible.
Among Towa's dishes are a few brought by some thoughtful guests. These are a bit more varied in quality...from Ignis's made (and Prompto delivered) fine new recipes to Zack's more questionable fae jello cake that's enchanted to make you giggle if you're brave enough to eat it. Food wasn't asked of the guests, but they won't turn away anyone's kind donations.
Lastly, the drink table is well supplied with juices, ciders, and other cold drinks found in the city. For those looking for alcohol, there's some available - along with a sign written by Lloyd reminding folks not to drink if they're underage. Decide to ignore the sign? You'll need some help, as the alcohol bottles have been enchanted not to pour for anyone under 18. Next to the drink table, there's another table devoted entirely to freshly brewed coffees and teas.
II. The Games
Every party needs good entertainment, and there's plenty to be had. Spread out throughout the party, there's different activity stations. Some are more traditional party games- like pin the tail on the faun, pictionary, make balloon animals or other crafts, etc. There's a spot with decks of cards for card games in the living room, some traditional cards and some magicked to be Zemurian-based card games. Out in the courtyard, a few chess sets have been set up for anyone who fancies a logical game. In the music room, there's music playing on record for anyone who wishes to dance, and a keyboard for anyone who wants to play. Or...try your hand at the bagpipes in there. Why not.
Once it's dark enough outside, a corner of the yard becomes devoted to playing with sparklers and small fireworks. They're magically enchanted to be different colors and shapes. In the opposite corner, there's a bonfire set up with marshmallows to roast and plenty of chairs to sit and talk. Both areas have been stalked up with easy-to-use water spell scrolls - in case anything gets out of hand.
If you're looking just for some good conversation to get to know people? There's jars throughout the party with paper slips which have questions on them meant for conversation. Some are silly ("What superpower would you want?") while some are more thought-provoking ("What's your third favorite memory?") - though most of them are pretty light in levity.
III. Quiet Spots
While festitives are fun and all, everyone needs a little quiet once and awhile. The first floor and outside are devoted to party activities, but there's a couple rooms opened on the second floor that are nice and quiet. Enchantments have been put up to muffle sound from downstairs. Any valuables have been stashed away elsewhere, so you won't find anything worth taking.
When: Evening of October 1st
Where: Trails House!
What: Welcome to Aefenglom/Post-Dorchacht party!
Warnings: An obscene use of tacky decor. Also liquor.
Having the forewarning of the dream that some classmates were coming, the members of Class VII decided to hold a welcome party not just for their old friends, but invite the friends they've made in their time there. The days after their return from Dorchacht, they went straight into preparation work. Setting up their home for new occupants, preparing food, planning activities, and decorating.
On the evening of the 1st, after more emotional reunions were done earlier near the Coven, the party begins. Already from the entry hallway balloon decorations, you can tell this will be a party to remember. The living room too is full of balloon decorations which were put up more clumsily by decorators who spent so much time on the entry hallway they ran out of time. Above it all hangs a giant glitter banner with names hastily enchanted on, giving warm welcome to their old classmates.
Balloons aren't the only decorations. There's magicked bubbles, floating around the room with glitter within that forms the names of the people near them (though the spelling might be off). There's pirate octopus lanterns, random seasonal wall hangings, streamers, poppers, kazoos, party hats for people to wear and all sorts of other random (but also tacky) decorations. The entire first floor and courtyard are covered in these decorations.
A lot of thought was put into planning this party. Was it good thought? That's debatable, but they were thoughts.
I. The Food
What's a party but its selection of food? Despite the questionable decorations, the food table in the dining room is nothing to snuff at. There's a whole spread made of easy party foods: kebabs, mini sandwiches, chips and dip, wings, and vegetable platters. For those with a sweet tooth, there's a build your own crepes station with ice cream and fruit with handmade crepe shells. Towa, with the help of Shinji and Elliot, worked hard to make the food as delicious as possible.
Among Towa's dishes are a few brought by some thoughtful guests. These are a bit more varied in quality...from Ignis's made (and Prompto delivered) fine new recipes to Zack's more questionable fae jello cake that's enchanted to make you giggle if you're brave enough to eat it. Food wasn't asked of the guests, but they won't turn away anyone's kind donations.
Lastly, the drink table is well supplied with juices, ciders, and other cold drinks found in the city. For those looking for alcohol, there's some available - along with a sign written by Lloyd reminding folks not to drink if they're underage. Decide to ignore the sign? You'll need some help, as the alcohol bottles have been enchanted not to pour for anyone under 18. Next to the drink table, there's another table devoted entirely to freshly brewed coffees and teas.
II. The Games
Every party needs good entertainment, and there's plenty to be had. Spread out throughout the party, there's different activity stations. Some are more traditional party games- like pin the tail on the faun, pictionary, make balloon animals or other crafts, etc. There's a spot with decks of cards for card games in the living room, some traditional cards and some magicked to be Zemurian-based card games. Out in the courtyard, a few chess sets have been set up for anyone who fancies a logical game. In the music room, there's music playing on record for anyone who wishes to dance, and a keyboard for anyone who wants to play. Or...try your hand at the bagpipes in there. Why not.
Once it's dark enough outside, a corner of the yard becomes devoted to playing with sparklers and small fireworks. They're magically enchanted to be different colors and shapes. In the opposite corner, there's a bonfire set up with marshmallows to roast and plenty of chairs to sit and talk. Both areas have been stalked up with easy-to-use water spell scrolls - in case anything gets out of hand.
If you're looking just for some good conversation to get to know people? There's jars throughout the party with paper slips which have questions on them meant for conversation. Some are silly ("What superpower would you want?") while some are more thought-provoking ("What's your third favorite memory?") - though most of them are pretty light in levity.
III. Quiet Spots
While festitives are fun and all, everyone needs a little quiet once and awhile. The first floor and outside are devoted to party activities, but there's a couple rooms opened on the second floor that are nice and quiet. Enchantments have been put up to muffle sound from downstairs. Any valuables have been stashed away elsewhere, so you won't find anything worth taking.
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Oh he made you some? [That was good to know. Elliot knew how to make ice cream too but... it didn't feel right mentioning that right now. Another time. ] Yeah...I bet he is.
[The sparkle from the trinket catches his eye, causing him to look up at it]
He did? It's really pretty....
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I told him I had a friend who would love him, and you. [ he pauses, and then adds, ] Sasha was crazy for food.
[ was, sadly, and where the heaviness from his shoulders stem. he points down at the pendant, ]
It says I’m free.
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"Vuquis Havu"... [The words are in a tongue he doesn't recognize, which isn't too surprising considering Mikleo was from another world. It gives him a nostalgically sad look on his face, remembering studying runes with Mikleo. The Seraph had always been so talented at other languages. When Eren gives him the meaning, it feels perfectly fitting] Very fitting, if I say so.
[He'll offer the trinket back over to Eren, so it can return to its rightful owner. And he does pick up on that past tense. Was. The grief only confirmed it was a friend that was no longer alive.]
Is that so...
[He's quiet for a moment, before he seems to get an idea. Yeah...doing that might help.]
Wait here, I'm gonna go grab some things, okay?
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Sure, [ he murmurs, curiosity tugging at him, but finalizing any other decorations while he waited. it’s a little harder to quickly shake off the emotional weight of the loss mentioned, and he had considered telling more. when the time was right, maybe. ]
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Eren might smell food from within the packages. Different treats baked up for the party and other snacks.]
Okay. I think this should be enough to pay respects. [To Mikleo who was alive but far away, and to Sasha who was gone from the living.] My friend Gaius told me that his people send things down a river instead of decorating graves. They're nomadic so they don't really have cemeteries like Erebonians do.
[He doesn't know what Eren's people do, but any graves that might exist are in another world right now. Gaius wouldn't mind them borrowing such a custom. He's chill.]
The river near here should do, I think.
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here was eren! minding his business as he put a tall touch to the remaining decorations, occasionally getting the scent of elliot’s hands on his lips. food hadn’t been a surprise when it was supposed to be a party, but the way it comes and the reason why once explained— oh, dear. the dragon turns, and there is. a rather drastic change in him. eren’s shoulders slump, his eyes seem lost, his tail snakes around his leg as if subconsciously searching for something to grab onto, to steady his balance when there wasn’t a lack of it in the slightest.
the gesture was simple as it was incredibly thoughtful. eren hadn’t stayed for her burial, locked underground in a jail cell then breaking out to quickly flee. but that evening, on the air ship— it had been one of his hardest. he laughed out of grief, and was far too aghast to cry. though, he thought his jaws would shred his teeth with how much he clenched them together, hiding his trembling beneath a messy head of hair to fall over his face.
for a rather long moment, eren doesn’t know if he could say anything. he takes a long look over the bags, knows that one is for mikleo— fitting, considering he was a spirit to start and he was almost certain it would reach him somehow, wherever he was. finally, he does ask with a low crack in his voice: ]
Which one?
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The small one's for Mikleo. It's a pastry I was pretty proud of. And the big one's for Sasha...hopefully it's enough food to feed her.
[If she loves food that much, she'd probably want a lot of it. That's what he's figuring.]
Tonight's about celebrating whose with us, so...it'd be good to take some time this afternoon for the people who can't make it.
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It’ll never feed her.
[ said fondly, of course, and not meaning to say the entire thing wasn’t enough. if they could get started toward the rivers— eren would appreciate the side-by-side company. he’s already going. “thanks for this”? “where did the idea come from”? none of it even sounded proper, so undoubted, the dragon shifts in almost awkward silence. an awkward, guilty silence only tumbling in size in his chest. ]
I’ve never seen her full. Since we were squad mates.
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Sounds like quite the appetite.
[Squadmates huh. That explains why it cut so deep for his bonded. it was a pain he could deeply relate to, even if by some miracle his classmate had found their way back to us. It didn't erase the years of grief.
Eren won't have to worry, because Elliot is very keen on being by his side, Now that one hand is free, he gently puts it on Eren's back as they walk away from house and towards the river. It was only a few blocks away from the house, luckily]
How long were you squad mates?
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[ a little less that seven, but might as well round up. ]
The 104th squad started when we were, [ he weighs the ages, ] twelve, thirteen.
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[Way longer than he's known anyone in Class VII, and he already felt like he's known them for forever. To have that much longer of time together...]
At that point, you guys must've felt like family.
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he can hear the river more than not, now, and singles in on walking toward its edge. ]
I always wanted them to live long lives. [ unlike him, if they were to consider his present situation. ] They‘re all I had.
[ they’d still live to his desires if no one set them free from their cells— but he knows that’s a possibility he could no longer count on. at least what they do is by their own choice, and not his, but the risk is still grand. ]
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[Anyone worth any time, anyway. To have a life you cared about so much be tragically cut short...well, there's no better word for it than tragedy.
But he can't pretend that she'll get better, or that she'll show up here like Crow. Just because Crow did doesn't mean others will. ]
...How did it happen?
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A kid with a gun got onto our air ship. [ one of his arms drift closer to almost hug his stomach— right where he saw the ugly hole it had blown into her. ] Last thing she said was “meat”.
[ the corps let their guards down while they were still in enemy territory. that had been one of their massive flaws, but. eren couldn’t find it in him to point fingers. he couldn’t find anyone more responsible than himself. the change that made him so different from the boy he arrived as months ago was divided into three— what he saw of his predecessor’s memories, what he saw in his future memories . . . and what happened in liberio. ]
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[That's a pretty awful way to go. He can't even be shocked anymore by the idea of a "kid with a gun". He's seen enough child soldiers as it was. Instead, it's all too easy to imagine how something like that could happen.
He kneels down next to Eren]
That's awful. During the war, a lot of us would usually be resting on our airship between missions. If someone had manage to get aboard ... that could've happened to us too easily.
[In other words, it was a tragedy and maybe a mistake that they let their guard down, but not a stupid mistake. A lot of people let their guards down when they're in a space like that. ]
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he doesn’t say anything because he’s holding it in, a rising urge in the stinging at the corners of his eyes and the burning in his nose. he forgets to breath, hopes to do less of it to keep the strain of exhaling too shakily under a stressful bind. it’s not long before the tiniest of trembles invades his frame, his shoulders especially, and he laughs. almost like a scoff. but there is no smile beneath his bangs, no mocking sense of rejection. it’s just a pooling wall of guilt that keeps rising with no escape route. had a bond not been forged between the two, elliot could be just as confused as the friends who swore their shattered trust in him, he imagines— a reflection to the dented trust eren held to them in return.
but eren is raw here, and his emotions are tethered to an outlet that makes his heart an open book. he’s about to slip the bag into the water, and stops himself from doing it once, twice. the situation he was in did not give him the luxury to mourn, and if he did, it was too short, the lasting effects being carried to his behavior and thrusting those very friends away. what he might’ve done here, if he weren’t careful. ]
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Sure, the bond helps enlighten Elliot to what Eren is feeling in this moment. But it also helped he was someone outside the situation. Unlike Eren's friends, Elliot didn't know Sasha. So his mind wasn't clouded by grief for her, there was no need for him to find blame or feel any of his own pain.
So carefully, he'll reach out, putting his hand on Eren's back to support him. There's no judgement, no distrust, just a calm love and empathy. ]
...I don't know why you feel guilty. Maybe it was your fault somehow, or maybe it wasn't. I wasn't there, so I can't say....and I doubt anything I say would convince you anyway.
But whichever it is? It's okay for you to grieve, Eren.
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It did happen because of me. I forced them to come help.
[ and perhaps, he would’ve been dead. everything would repeat itself all over again, and any plan he had would’ve ruptured. no one would be free. it was a situation where eren felt the worst— because he saw no other way. the warhammer had to be his if he wanted to stand a chance in shinganshina. if he wanted to rumble the earth for— whatever reason.
it still stands that, even as he cries, eren saw no other way he could have done things. there was no doing differently. there was no undoing anything. only what was up ahead. only that view, that one view that would make it all matter. ]
I know I can’t change that.
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He sets Mikleo's package on the ground next to him, and stands on his knees next to Eren so he can wrap his arms around him in a proper hug as the man cries. His head rests gently against his horns.]
No, you can't.
[He says, acknowledging that reality. His tone is full of sadness but also empathy - no condemnation to be found. The love and acceptance coming from Elliot hasn't changed. He knows he can't be the one to give Eren forgiveness. He wasn't there, he wasn't one of the ones that Eren's actions hurt. If someone from Eren's time shows up, he might have to face some consequences.
But that didn't mean he had to act as a punisher in their stead. Eren was his Bond. And he wanted to support his Bonds, especially through these dark points.]
It's not my place to forgive you or tell you it's alright ... but I can say the fact you feel this way? It's proof you're not the worst. [He's seen men throw their own families under the bus without batting eye. He couldn't imagine those men feeling the guilt that Eren does] And I'm sure Sasha knows that too from where she is.
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I don’t want forgiveness. I know what they thought of me.
[ they didn’t have to say a word with the way they looked at him. mikasa, at liberio. armin, levi, hange, jean, connie, all on the air ship. the others, when he was getting arrested. it was either devil or hero. none of them were good. nothing of what he did was forgivable or even redeemable— and that’s all alright. he’ll do that to himself if he had to, but only on one condition. ]
It just has to count. Every single second.
[ then at least— none of it, not even the other countless lives, would be in vain. ]
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[He doesn't mean that in a scathing way, his tone one of familiar acceptance. Elliot isn't surprised by his words. He's been around Eren enough to get how he is. Always driven by that big picture at the end. Willing to accept pain and even hatred so long as he got to his noble goal at the end.
He prays that whatever awaits Eren, it'll be what he hopes it is.
Still, he has his suspicions Eren might sing a different tune were any of his squad came here. Harsh words or actions might've happened, but all of them had been in the height of grief. Yet that really wasn't any of his business, so he won't mention that. At the end of the day, he was here for Eren, regardless of how things went with his family.]
I'm sure you'll make it count.
[He nudges his head back against that horn affectionately, arms holding him up in that hug so long as Eren needs it. The crying seems to be tapering off, at least. He hopes that it helped, in some way]
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Thanks.
[ for being there, for listening, for this, for saying a word or two without trying to pick apart if he was correct or not in it. perhaps it’s all eren truly needed, strengthening the side of his embrace and turning his face to his bonded’s forehead, lips pressed against them, before letting out a sigh and an appreciative pressure there before he’s pulling away, fingers sifting through ginger hair. ]
What’s next?
[ it may be time to let these bags go— he feels it. he’s okay to. ]
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But right, the ceremony]
Oh, well...normally I'd imagine you'd say a prayer to the goddess, but since you're not a worshiper I think instead ... [Hm. He puts a hand to his chest] Think in your heart a message you want to pass onto Sasha and Mikleo.
And once we say what we wanna say, we'll put the packages in the river.
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i promise i’ll make it count. whatever it takes. i’ll always be free.
it’s hard for eren to be vocal with prayers, or even prayers in general— what counts is what he thought, anyway, and with that, carefully, he glances to elliot, to make sure he had been ready, before gently dipping sasha’s bag into the water. it wets his hands, but it’s no bother for his enchantments, glowing dully as they work, and as the gift slips from his fingers. ]
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While Eren thinks of his own things to say, Elliot will say his own prayer. He clasps his hands together and lowers his head for a moment. He prays for Mikleo to be well, and for Sasha to rest in peace. Silently, just like Eren.
When he's done, he lowers his hands and looks over at Eren. Seeing that the other is ready, he gives a nod and slowly dips Mikleo's bag into the water. He feels the cool water wet his fingers as the package starts to move down the gentle current. Pulling back, he watches as both packages move downstream. Eventually they'll hit the ocean, but it'll be out of their sight well before then.
It feels wrong to break the silence, so he'll just reach over and take Eren's hand back into his own. ]