(Closed) Event & Aftermath Catch All

[mirshikar]

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Late January - Early February
Where: Rescue basecamp, Asura's shared home, and likely the steps of Parliament.
What: Wrath, dumb jokes, politics, and a lot of h/c.
Warnings: Strong descriptions of injury, mentions of torture (re: event) and slavery.

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[mirshikar]

It is clever. [ Clever and most intriguing to the King whose compositions and sketches have all been marked by a singular, utilitarian thread of design. Upon better glimpsing Enkidu's drawing, something sparks in Asura's eyes, and with a careful, almost reverent, outstretch of his hand, he traces the pads of his talon-tipped fingers over the lines delineating the lattice-work bridge of rope, before...! He grins, softly huffing: ] And fun.

What do you think of it serving not only as a bridge, but as a hammock as well? [ Fetching a new sheet of draft paper, Asura sketches a depiction of just that: a vast netting of rope, woven with just enough give to serve as a hammock. ] It would be a fine perch for look-outs, I imagine.

[ Pencil tapping against the table below, Asura drums a slow beat as his eyes hood, lashes falling to half-mast, as he sighs in nostalgia for his season: ] Or for simply basking in the evening heat of late Summer before it disappears from the Wilde.

[ And when Summer did fade from the Wilde's depths, Asura's heart would be sore for it again, for even if it is the nature of all things to rise and fall in cycles, he will always want for the season's roiling heat, heady humidity, and color. ]

Would you lay there with me, Enkidu who is born of clay, and survey the peaks of starlight that manage to slip through the canopy of trees? [ A low hum— ] Even if our lives are similar, you see things differently. What I would not give, to hear you describe your view of the forest at night.

[ And so too relish in the freedom of it. ]

[enkidoh]

What if we... [Carefully Enkidu takes hold of the paper Asura just drew the hammock on.] ...build this hut... [They add some lines, eyebrows knitting together in concentration.] ...and place one large hammock around it. And we can connect the giant hammock with the bridge here. [Enkidu draws more lines, sometimes letting go of their pencil because it's still tough to hold things when fingers are missing.]

I cannot wait to see the sun again and bask in its warmth. Perhaps the flowers will start to bloom again. And I hope to see petalwolves. [They smile when they think about it. And when they hear the other's words their smile grows a little more warm.] Asura, do you truly have to ask me such a thing? I enjoy your presence a lot.

[And that much is true. It feels good to know someone who they can relate to, someone who is able to put hope back into their heart, who they can draw fantastic treehouses with.]

I need to focus on that...on the ones that surround me and treat me with such kindness. [Because they still do not feel better.] Hmm...I think there should be many plants inside the house we are going to build. Flowers as well...

[mirshikar]

[ Heartening, to well and truly witness Enkidu as they come alive, animated as they see their ideas (a hut, a hammock-moat, a bridge, and more!) actualized on paper; their smile warm (in a way it hadn't been before) with the promise of what the future had in store. A future, alongside the people who surrounded them, Asura himself included.

And how the King is neither bashful nor reserved enough to stay the pleasure which crosses his features upon hearing Enkidu's words ("I enjoy your presence a lot")— Asura, he is only ever himself, and in this moment he embodies the golden glamour and rose hues of a long afternoon spent in the presence of one he considers kindred to him. A weapon, a person, the one who had supported him with their embrace in that vile pit of stone despite bearing grievous injury themself.

And even now, the wounds remain in the absence of their fingers (and in their own admission; their need to be refocused). ]

There is a particular flowering shrub which comes to mind. [ One which Asura had found himself sketching in the instant when Enkidu had mentioned flowers blooming anew. Doodled on the corner of a used piece of draft-paper, the plant seems... cute?! It's more or less several small bird-shapes dotted upon a bush. ] "Birdie-byes", they're called, and while their flowers are a common ingredient in potions, the fruits of the plant are shaped like small birds.

[ No different from the birds that he has depicted with great finesse and detail on paper!! (Read: Asura is terrible at drawing anything which isn't technical or cartography illustrations.) ] Once ripe, the bird-fruits sing and fly, and are rather enchanting little things, until—

[ Here, Asura mimics snatching one such bird-fruit out of the air...! And devouring it in (morbidly?!) good humor. ]

—you eat them. [ Or you don't. In conclusion: ] Doubtless, that we will need to keep several of the shrubs on site at all times.

[ Definitely. They are both companions and a food-source all in one! Unless, of course, Enkidu is of a different mind. ]

[enkidoh]

[Enkidu is still busy with trying to find the answer to a lot of questions. What it is they miss, what it is they are truly longing for. Humanity and their politics. The only thing that has become clear to them is that they like to have more friends than one and that humanity is far more complicated than they thought at first.

When Asura starts to add bushes and birds on the paper they lean forward a little, watching with a growing smile around their lips.]

Yes! [Despite the fact that their voice is soft there's an obvious enthusiastic undertone in it.] Imagine the tree covered in it. From top to bottom. [They place one of their hands on his arm.] We could grow plants in it as well. Create a good place for plants to grow. Perhaps we can... [Inside their head the tree house is becoming this beautiful, sunny home for flowers and animals.] ...ah...imagine a separated area meant for plants to grow. We could collect all plants we can find. Even in remote areas. Perhaps those plants could...be of some help. To heal others. After Edelgard saved me she brought me to this healer who used plants and herbs.

[Enkidu chuckles when Asura mimics eating one of the bird-flowers.]

Would you truly eat them? You seem more like someone who could enjoy a big chunk of meat. Beef, perhaps. [Enkidu hums in a thoughtful way.] I like mutton a lot. And bread. And then flushing that away with beer. It is such a hearty meal. It reminds me of Uruk. [More humming.] There should be butter cake as well.

[mirshikar]

Uruk. [ —just this once, Asura is not overly verbose in his response, finding a particular sort of pleasure in listening to the lilt of Enkidu's voice, their cadence no different from the whistling of the wind as it cavorted through the forest. And with Enkidu's hand at rest atop his arm, perhaps the thing to do at present is act, instead of speak; share warmth, now that their plans have been given life upon paper. Lifting his arm (and so too raising Enkidu's own along with it), Asura's free hand finds Enkidu's waist, coaxing them closer with a languid, amorous, thoroughly playful tug. And if Enkidu should so allow it? They will come to find that Asura's series of tugs leads them to rest atop his lap, well within the circle of his arms as he sits lotus-legged and tall.

But even after, he cannot resist asking, if only to hear Enkidu's voice as it fills the room once again. ] Your home?

[ Growing plants and healing others. Mutton, bread, butter cake, and beer. All of them are worthy aspirations, humble things. And with the way Enkidu speaks of human food... maybe, they stand a chance of someday convincing Asura that savory dishes can be just as delectable as sweets. Does this dragon have a sweet tooth? Yes, yes he does, and it's been incurable to date. ]

late tag is late, this isn't my month

[enkidoh]

It is Gil's home... [Speaking of their friend is still not very easy, but this time their voice doesn't change into a sad one. They seem relaxed and even when Asura pulls them in his lap all they do is lean back, basking in the sudden closeness.

Ever since enduring that torture they have started to find a certain solace in being close to another. Where hands don't hurt and words aren't cruel. Where there is a certain sort of trust. And really, they want to learn how to trust again. To see the worth in humanity and experience the joy humans could bring them once again.] ...so it became a place where I have stayed as well. Still, I preferred the Cedar Forest. Or the lush jungles I've seen during our travels.

[One of their hands slides over Asura's, the remaining fingers carefully curling around said hand.]

And what place do you call home, Asura?