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middaeg2019-12-06 04:04 pm
fiddlestick) wrote in middaeg2019-12-06 04:04 pm
[Closed] Trails of Snowed In
Who: Trails House Residents + Visitors
When: Deceuer 6th - 10th, during the snowstorm
Where: Trails House
What: Snowed in!
Warnings: Will mark as necessary
It was safe to say that the Zemurian house was always lively, but the heaviest day of snowfall was particularly so. Everyone was home, and some had invited some friends over for dinner or socializing. It was too late before they realized just how heavily they were snowed in, and that they'd be stuck together for awhile. Best to make the most of it!
With all these people, at least it was a roomy house. There was:
Make yourself comfortable or try to make a break for it. It's gonna be a long storm.
When: Deceuer 6th - 10th, during the snowstorm
Where: Trails House
What: Snowed in!
Warnings: Will mark as necessary
It was safe to say that the Zemurian house was always lively, but the heaviest day of snowfall was particularly so. Everyone was home, and some had invited some friends over for dinner or socializing. It was too late before they realized just how heavily they were snowed in, and that they'd be stuck together for awhile. Best to make the most of it!
With all these people, at least it was a roomy house. There was:
The Main Floor which has a living room with a functional fireplace, kitchen (half stocked with useful cooking ingredients and half with "random things the other roommates thought would be cool"), a dining room, and the music room that's been transformed into Elliot's bedroom - because of course it has. The Second floor which houses Towa, Crow, Machias, and Fie's bedrooms. Some of these rooms have a worrying amount of weapons, try to guess which. There is also a spare bedroom with a full sized bed, for any guests. Too bad you'll probably need to share. The Attic, which was Rean's room and made up to be comfortable for a harpy. Shiny things are all over the place, and the bed is more like a nest of blankets. The Basement which contains Randy and Lloyd's rooms. Coincidentally, this is the easiest place to find dirty magazines in the house. The Cellar, which houses any alcohol that hasn't been drunken already, as well as a 200lbs wild boar carcass. Lovely. And lastly the Courtyard which is...covered in snow. What else did you expect.
Make yourself comfortable or try to make a break for it. It's gonna be a long storm.
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a point is taken in not rejecting things, but far easier said than done. eren feels that burning in his own flesh now. it was easy to allow his body to change— being shaped so radically, mentally, without his approval, not so much. no one in their proper sense of self would be so quick to, unless they were truly all those things, and didn’t mind it. there’s even the small urge to snap at him then, as small as it was but still present. it’s not so simple. he just— has enough self control to keep his mouth shut, and force the calm to strain it down.
he’s only trying to help. how much it would, he’d be the one to deem. ]
I wanted to do something and you went against it. [ a pause for what else he thinks is helpful to disclose, before concluding: ] There’s not much else to it.
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He listens to what Eren says. He has a feeling there's more to it that he's reluctant to share, but at least that's something. And....boy, he can see why it disturbed Eren in particular.]
In other words ... [He rephrases, keeping his calm] You wanted to completely control the situation, even me. Is that it?
[It's not accusatory in any way, but rather a check for clarity to make sure there's no misunderstanding. With other people, this wouldn't be that strange urge. Some people really liked control. But Eren was the opposite of that, he loved freedom so much. It's one of the things that drew Elliot to him in the first place. That shared desire for freedom.
If the monster instincts were making him feel something so opposing to how he naturally was ... that was worrying.]
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it’s not as romantic as elliot paints it to be. the second someone else’s freedom constricts eren’s will, it’s no longer his to protect. it’s his to destroy. freedom is, after all, something you take. one cannot be free without shackling their opposite.
it’s elliot’s words that make eren realize: nothing actually changed. this world wasn’t changing him. it’s just getting worse, and out of his conscious conteol. ]
. . . Yes. [ and candidly: ] Don’t act like I’m not capable of that in the first place.
[ the difference was timing and want. eren didn’t want to say nor do that at the time— but it didn’t mean he never actually did it on his own agenda. ]
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I'm not. Anyone's capable of it. [Humans loved freedom but they also like to control things. Even he was capable of it, that controlling streak came out of him when working on his own music. He knew it was a reason he was hard to work with sometimes, but he wasn't about it change it.]
Though, admittedly, most people don't run the risk of going feral if they never act on it... [Which was the huge problem now. It'd be tempting to just tell Eren to shove that impulse away, but it wouldn't help in the long run. They had to find some solution.]
It wouldn't be good for either of us if I let you control me, but ignoring it completely might make things even worse. We need a compromise.
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I’d want an annulment if it ever came to that. [ “letting” just makes it sound worse, but fear not. he knew what elliot meant. he just hates it and is trying his hardest not to snap. it’s pushing all of the buttons he usually has a complete and iron grasp on, and now he doesn’t.
he has to breathe, and attempt to keep as collected as possible in his words. it shows. ]
. . . When something comes swinging and you need a second to strategize, what do you do? [ eren pauses to give his bond a moment, before he answers in his own way, through his own combat experience. ] I fall back. Even if it’s to dodge a few strikes.
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...I brace myself. [He says, thinking of his own experience to answer Eren's question] It's easier to cast spells to help protect myself than risk losing footing or ground by dodging.
Though to be fair, I am pretty clumsy.
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on the same page or not, it doesn’t matter now. eren’s still speaking with him, and possibilities were still on the table. if any bone in him believes elliot had a good chance of mediating, not cutting things off already was a telling sign. the dragon listens, with a talon skimming under the flesh of his jaw. it was a reasonable way to think. he couldn’t say he was completely wrong. every situation had the winning act to it . . . ]
I can win a fight if I fall to the ground and know what I’m up against. I can’t if my head’s rolling. [ they have completely different fighting styles to boot, but . . . ] Your way is still valid, for the way you work.
[ hm. it’s only when he’s reminded of a dream that his eyes widen, travel to the mage’s staff, the violin one, and he remembers— ]
—Don’t talk back.
[ if he had the right idea, words would just fuel his fire. ]
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But this wasn't exactly about combat. More their own approaches to life, and what to do about this.
Then he hears Eren say that last thing. It's certainly enough to get Elliot to raise his head off the pillow and look at him, trying to decipher if his bond is for real]
Are...you testing me or is that a serious suggestion?
[BECAUSE WITHOUT CONTEXT, THATS A BAD SUGGESTION]
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[ said with his eyes still away and sliding all the way over to his other instruments. the violin looking ones especially, both his from home and the one he got here. ]
I don’t need more fire when I’m like that. It’ll just escalate and you’ll never have reason. [ similar to how there’s no arguing with someone who had their mind set. you’ll waste breath, and energy, and run the great risk of getting hurt. that’s when he points his talon at the instrument, the tip of his tail swaying off the bed’s edge and dangling like a hook. ] It’s a long shot— but speak the language you’re best at.
It worked, once. Remember?
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-- Oh!
[He was talking about using music, not Elliot defending himself or talking back. Well, that was certain Elliot could get on board with. Dealing with things with music was easier than words.]
Y-You mean that first dream I was in, right? [It was hard to forget that dream, even now.] So in other words, you want me to try calming you down with music?
I'd be open to trying that.
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[ it’s better than confirming with the fact and leaving it be. if there was no breaking it, there were ways to subdue. there’s always a way to do things, even if the choice isn’t the best, or the most favored. honestly, compared to so many other choices, this one was lightweight.
what wasn’t was if it’ll work or not, but risks were always necessary. ]
You can get more rest if you need to. I’m leaving soon.
[ even if it’s . . . still blizzarding outside. eren had his ways to get out and around, including the hole in the basement. ]
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[Not a difficult request for Elliot, seeing as he finds any excuse to bring his violin with him anyway. He pulls himself up so he's sitting up more, to hold onto that mug. His fingers wrap around it with a thank you, enjoying the warmth.
He looks over when Eren says he's leaving]
...You sure? It's cold outside.
You could stay here if you'd like...I wouldn't mind the company.
[He'd like Eren to stay, in other words, but he still lets Eren have a choice. He might not truly want to be around someone infected like him.]
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[ eren shrugs . . . 🙏. ]
Once you fall asleep again, I will. It’s getting stuffy. [ eren never really stayed in one place for long to start, and even with his bonded, it was no different here. the air was the same and something far more primal than he said he needed a change of pace. he doesn’t seem to be worried about the cold, when he’s not going to truly walk in it, neither is the seed planted in the witch’s arm an active concern. he can feel it, it makes the spines behind the back of his ears stand, but— already established. it’s no threat. ] I’ll pass by some other time.
[ until then— he’ll stay, relaxing his shoulders, slouching his posture and patting elliot’s leg over his blankets. ]
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[He's both surprised and not surprised, if that's the case. At least none of his roommates have yelled about a giant hole in the floor, so maybe it's somewhere discreet.
But that's still a fair enough compromise. Eren was never one to linger, always moving. All Elliot could do is try to enjoy the moments he did get. So he gives him a little smile]
Well, in that case...
[He reaches over and gently tugs on Eren's arm, scooting back to make room for Eren if he wants to lay down. Because heck yes he wants to cuddle and take advantage of his bonded basically being a reptilian furnace. ]
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in the meantime, he’ll accept the offering. it would’ve been grand if eren could feel how warm he was, yet it just wasn’t enough for him out there! even now, he’s not as warm as he’d like. the dragon shifts around until he has his back to the bed’s frame, and his arm snug into his bonded. ]
They’ve gotten bigger since you last saw a tunnel.
[ a lot bigger. ]
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But right now, he's more focused on making himself comfortable in his bonded's arms, resting against his shoulder and wing. Elliot's a little warm himself, between the magic side effects and the fever, but since he's not on actual fire, he's probably not the level of warm enough for Eren either. ]
Oh yeah? You'll have to show me sometime.