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middaeg2019-12-10 09:58 pm
silentsavant) wrote in middaeg2019-12-10 09:58 pm
Entry tags:
Deceuer Catch-All
Who: Soren & OTA
When: All of Deceuer
Where: Various
What: Event prompts & general monthly catch-all
Warnings: Will be updated when applicable.
☆~*It's Snowing Dragons*~☆
The light snow doesn't bother him when he's donned in clothes enchanted to keep him warm. His wings still take the brunt of the chill, so to help keep his blood circulating, he decides now is as good a time as any to get some flight practice in. Besides, if he does nothing at all, the pain wedged deep inside his ribcage but quelled by the aid of magical painkillers begins to throb more noticeably.
He tries to stay out of locales bustling with people. Always he finds that he cannot seem to gain any leverage from the ground-up; starting from a high place yields better results. There's a certain... "high" in being able to scale the distance from one ledge to the next.
However, he's still woefully incapable of mastering full flight. As such, there are plenty of crashes to contest against the highs. Quite literally. Most of the time, he manages to plop down somewhere of no consequence, but even Soren blunders every now and then.
And who knows where you are when an unshifted dragon boy comes tumbling gracelessly out of the air to land... on your head? in your footpath? on an icy pond? in a nearby snowdrift? or maybe he ruined the snowmonster some neighborhood kids were putting their finishing touches on...
☆~*Snow Way Out*~☆
Dragons aren't the only things falling from the sky... The snow remains unrelenting in its advance, and the murmurs of the locals inform Soren that precipitation like this is unprecedented. Flimsier roofs groan beneath the sheer weight of their frosty cloaks. Men, women, and children hunch their shoulders and chatter their teeth. And as for Soren?
☆~*All Snowed In*~☆
Unable to reach his dwelling in the barracks easily from the Coven, Soren elects to stay warm in one of the dormitories. There's no way he wants to risk it out in the tundra, not when his body is so vulnerable to chill.
Of course, it also means he can't venture out to grab whatever supplies he needs, nor can he check up on the security of his storehouse... and worse, his hoard. But it also means he can't acquire any more of those heartache-helping potions to dull the pain. He draws the blanket around himself and contents watches the flames in the hearth dance. Maybe he could even pretend that they're capable of licking the frozen wasteland that permeates his aching chest. He feels numb, even without the cold to assist.
His roommate for the night walks in right then. At the very least, a distraction might be welcome. Slowly, he turns his head to look them over.
☆~*Can't Miss the Mistletoe*~☆
No matter how much he avoids those festive little sprigs or times his passage just right so he can slip by them unpaired with anyone, it still manages to happen. After a certain point, you learn how to ford past all the embarrassment of it and escape from the situation as gracefully as possible.
[[ If you would like a custom prompt, I would be happy to deliver. Use whatever tagging style (action, prose, etc.) you are comfortable with. ]]
When: All of Deceuer
Where: Various
What: Event prompts & general monthly catch-all
Warnings: Will be updated when applicable.
☆~*It's Snowing Dragons*~☆
The light snow doesn't bother him when he's donned in clothes enchanted to keep him warm. His wings still take the brunt of the chill, so to help keep his blood circulating, he decides now is as good a time as any to get some flight practice in. Besides, if he does nothing at all, the pain wedged deep inside his ribcage but quelled by the aid of magical painkillers begins to throb more noticeably.
He tries to stay out of locales bustling with people. Always he finds that he cannot seem to gain any leverage from the ground-up; starting from a high place yields better results. There's a certain... "high" in being able to scale the distance from one ledge to the next.
However, he's still woefully incapable of mastering full flight. As such, there are plenty of crashes to contest against the highs. Quite literally. Most of the time, he manages to plop down somewhere of no consequence, but even Soren blunders every now and then.
And who knows where you are when an unshifted dragon boy comes tumbling gracelessly out of the air to land... on your head? in your footpath? on an icy pond? in a nearby snowdrift? or maybe he ruined the snowmonster some neighborhood kids were putting their finishing touches on...
☆~*Snow Way Out*~☆
Dragons aren't the only things falling from the sky... The snow remains unrelenting in its advance, and the murmurs of the locals inform Soren that precipitation like this is unprecedented. Flimsier roofs groan beneath the sheer weight of their frosty cloaks. Men, women, and children hunch their shoulders and chatter their teeth. And as for Soren?
I. Well, he's glad he invested in those clothes last Jeuril. His breath plumes in the air like smoke, and his slight frame rattles against the chill, but if he were to be left without a magical source of heat, he would surely slip into sluggishness.
But as it turns out, the wind whips in whimsical ways. A gale going against the grain breaks past him, stripping his garments of his magic... and the only heat available to him.
"...!" He stops. Not because he wants to, but because he can scarcely command his muscles to move. Literal shock tints his bright ruby eyes, rendering him a shivering statue of himself. If he cannot mobilize somewhere warm, and fast, he might just freeze half to death out here.
"Th-this is b-b-bad..." He sucks in a painful gulp of air through his teeth. "I must...!"
II. And it's even worse if this happens while he's anywhere near the breaks in the Bright Wall.
The distorted form of a creature tormented by a gluttonous impulse to destroy slithers into his vision. A Shade. His heart stops there. If his clothes malfunction, then none of his charms against the Cwyld will save him, either. He takes a shuddering, trudging step back. His wings feel ten times as heavy to move. There's no way he could ever hope to escape nor defend himself.
Not by himself. Movement catches the other side of his field of vision. He cranes his neck and finds another Mirrorbound like him. In his overwhelming panic and desperation, he calls for help.
"Shade! I... I c-can't move!"
☆~*All Snowed In*~☆
Unable to reach his dwelling in the barracks easily from the Coven, Soren elects to stay warm in one of the dormitories. There's no way he wants to risk it out in the tundra, not when his body is so vulnerable to chill.
Of course, it also means he can't venture out to grab whatever supplies he needs, nor can he check up on the security of his storehouse... and worse, his hoard. But it also means he can't acquire any more of those heartache-helping potions to dull the pain. He draws the blanket around himself and contents watches the flames in the hearth dance. Maybe he could even pretend that they're capable of licking the frozen wasteland that permeates his aching chest. He feels numb, even without the cold to assist.
His roommate for the night walks in right then. At the very least, a distraction might be welcome. Slowly, he turns his head to look them over.
☆~*Can't Miss the Mistletoe*~☆
No matter how much he avoids those festive little sprigs or times his passage just right so he can slip by them unpaired with anyone, it still manages to happen. After a certain point, you learn how to ford past all the embarrassment of it and escape from the situation as gracefully as possible.
I. Soren sighs as he's invisibly snared next to his new partner and looks them in the eye, resigned to his fate but determined to resume his life. Most likely, he looks a little tired thanks to the frigid weather.
"Let's get this over with. Give me your hand, please."
II. ...or maybe he's oddly compelled, and the partner he's stuck with is given rosy cheeks and skirted eye contact as he loses against an uphill battle with his urge to share in a token of affection. C'mon, Soren... You know you wanna kiss!
[[ If you would like a custom prompt, I would be happy to deliver. Use whatever tagging style (action, prose, etc.) you are comfortable with. ]]
henlo lizer
"This doesn't have to be a big deal." He extends his clawed black-scaled hand palm-up for her to take. "I can make this a quick and simple transaction."
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"I've j-just never done this before!" Alphys squeals. "T-the mistletoe, I mean. I've totally kissed people before!"
She continues to make things worse.
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"Then... how is this any different? Is the added presence of a magical plant putting you off somehow, or...?"
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"Look." He bobs his hand to bring attention to how vacant it still is. "Allow me to put it this way. Would you rather stand here all day tormenting yourself with the anxiety of kissing me? Or would you prefer we just get it over with and move on with our lives like it never happened?"
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"Fffffine! Okay! Just get it over with!"
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Mettaton pumps a fist, a red heart glowing on his screen.
"NOW JUST PRETEND HE HAS GILLS, AND KNOWS HOW TO USE A POINTY SPEAR!! YOU'VE GOT THIS, BABY!"
And just like that, Mettaton offers the pair a wave before wheeling off. He was never here to do anything helpful.
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"Um... What?" He turns back to Alphys. "Do you know... er, him?" The voice sounded like a 'him' and was capable of forming intelligent speech, the only criteria keeping him from referring to the faceless box-shaped bunny robot as 'it' instead. Honestly, Soren's still not completely sure what that whole thing was about. It was incredibly surreal. "What does my ability to wield a spear have anything to do with..."
His waiting palm smacks into his face as the distinct feeling that he might have run into some fishy form of innuendo hits him. "No, nevermind. I won't ask any more."