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middaeg2020-02-09 03:19 pm
reluctantradiance) wrote in middaeg2020-02-09 03:19 pm
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[OPEN/catchall] It seemed like a good idea at the time
Who: Yuma and YOU!
When: The full moon and later in the month
Where: His house, various locations in Aefenglom
What: Birb's first full moon, as well as settling in. Also, getting stuck on a roof.
Warnings: mild possible body horror in first prompt? otherwise n/a
[ A - The Moon Rises ]
[ Yuma had known something was off for some time now. It wasn't all that much, but rather smaller things that all added up over time. How much lighter he felt for some reason, how he felt more at ease in higher places...whatever was making that one spot on his back hurt. He'd also been feeling a little protective of his home, lately (was protective even the right word? It was the only one he could come up with, at any rate), even twitching when his own housemate walked through the door before noting who it was and calming down. Yuma didn't know what to make of any of it, and the uncertainty made him anxious. Yet, given how little he knew, he supposed the only way he was really going to get any answers was simply to wait and see what happened.
The days leading up to the full moon found him already anxious and on edge. It was hard to maintain a level of calm on the surface, and more than once Yuma found himself retreating before it all got the better of him. Then, finally, he found himself awake on the night that the full moon's light spilled into his room from the window. Already restless and losing sleep, he finds himself sitting upright in his bed, staring for a moment before standing up and walking towards it for a better view. For a few moments, he can enjoy the view, but a few moments are all he gets.
A wave of pain spikes and he doubles over in shock, his hands clutching the window sill so harshly that his knuckles turn white. His mind races, his throat hurts, every bone in his body aches suddenly. A harsh burning sensation flares between his shoulderblades, rapidly surging outward and down his back. Rather than weighing him down, he only feels lighter from it all. Perhaps because of that, he feels grounded, trapped, restless. For a moment, his vision is sharp. Almost too sharp. He squeezes his eyes shut to save himself from being disoriented, clutching the side of his head with one hand…has the skin on his hands always been this rough?...as he leans on the other hand to stay balanced.
He vaguely recalls something he saw on the network once. That he shouldn't be alone for this. That he should find a Bond before now. But being alone seems like a pretty sound option to him; after all, he can't risk someone getting hurt in case something goes wrong. He still doesn't even know what he is yet, and he's both too scared to look and in too much pain to really consider it.
His clothes are covering most of the feathers that have sprouted on his back and shoulders, though some on his back are poking through the collar of his shirt. They're thicker on his upper back for some reason, to the point where his shirt is puffing out a bit and making him look slightly more hunched over than he actually is. His ears, already pointy when he arrived, now appear to be longer than before. The skin on the backs of his hands is rougher, shifting in color towards a silvery off-white, and his fingernails look sharper.
When all is said and done, Yuma's too sore and tired to move very much, but he's still panicked. He winces, reaching up to the window to push it open. The fresh air is more than welcome, and he greedily breathes it in before gradually sliding back down to sit on the floor. He doesn't quite have the energy to get back to his bed, nor is his bed really appealing right now. He's looking upward, trying to find some other spot to crawl up onto. Once he gets his energy back, that is. He just needs a moment to rest and reorient himself.
Eventually, he realizes that the restlessness won't fade so easily. Yuma pulls himself to his feet, wincing from the soreness still plaguing him, and absently slips on his jacket and his boots (were they always this uncomfortable?). He's had nights before where he just couldn't sleep, so this is nothing new to him. Normally he'd seek out company, but he's not about to go wake up his housemate at this hour if he isn't already awake, so he opts to make his way out the front door and sit on the steps, his eyes often drifting upward to the sky...or perhaps the rooftops. Otherwise, he keeps his eyes closed, or can be found squinting a bit. ]
[ B - Think Before You Climb ]
[ Somehow, Yuma managed to get on top of the house he's living in. He's not entirely sure what makes him feel so at ease up here. Maybe it's the view? The breeze? Something else? Whatever it is, it's nice, and he feels perfectly at home. He really should come up here more often, he notes; this is a great place to hang out. Of course, he needs to get down from there and run a few errands eventually, so he moves to get down when he realizes one very big problem he's suddenly faced with.
He managed to get up just fine. But he doesn't have a way back down.
Whoops.
It's hard to not be embarrassed or a little panicked about it - it's written all over his face, quite frankly - but he does his best to call out for help anyway. Though whether his voice reaches you first, or whether you notice a strangely large feather falling nearby, he's hoping you'll notice him. ]
H-hey! Up here!
[ In the event someone does see him, he'll offer them a mildly frantic, pleading look. Yes, he's stuck on top of a building. You are seeing things correctly. It's a long story. ]
Could you, uh… Help me get down?
[ He's certainly learned his lesson.No guarantees on not doing it again, though. ]
[ C/wildcard - Loneliness ]
[ Even with the new friends he's made, and even with how used to this strange new world he is, there's still something that's bothering Yuma. His power being gone he could handle; in fact he sort of welcomed it since it was one less thing to worry about. But there was a voice, an imposing yet kind voice, that had been with him ever since he was born. A voice that offered him encouragement, that spurred him to action whenever he would rather cower away, that warned him and cautioned him before he made a terrible mistake. Not all the time, no, but certainly enough to where it didn't surprise him when he heard it. But now, it's gone.
It's been a few weeks, and the Dragon still hasn't responded to him.
Yuma hasn't completely given up yet. Every now and then he finds himself with his fingers hovering over the pendant dangling from his choker, wondering if that might wake him up somehow. But it never works. With no Dragon and none of the Dragon's power, his choker might as well just be an odd-looking accessory. With a sigh, he lets his hand drop and continues down the road, peeking in at shops that he passes by and glancing at notices posted about town. He's hoping to find himself some kind of job sooner rather than later, after all; odd jobs will only get him so far.
He finds himself pausing when passing by instrument or music stores, a lonely look crossing his face again before he keeps walking. At one point he even stops to give a few clothing stores a curious look; of all the things he'd considered, a possible need to alter his clothing hadn't crossed his mind. Eventually he'll end up wandering in the Harbor district.
Yuma's also got a bag of debris in hand; particularly wooden planks, rope, and some old fishing net that had been discarded for some reason or another. He's not entirely sure why he felt compelled to pick them up while passing through, but he as them now. Never hurts to pick up trash anyway, right? ]
When: The full moon and later in the month
Where: His house, various locations in Aefenglom
What: Birb's first full moon, as well as settling in. Also, getting stuck on a roof.
Warnings: mild possible body horror in first prompt? otherwise n/a
[ A - The Moon Rises ]
[ Yuma had known something was off for some time now. It wasn't all that much, but rather smaller things that all added up over time. How much lighter he felt for some reason, how he felt more at ease in higher places...whatever was making that one spot on his back hurt. He'd also been feeling a little protective of his home, lately (was protective even the right word? It was the only one he could come up with, at any rate), even twitching when his own housemate walked through the door before noting who it was and calming down. Yuma didn't know what to make of any of it, and the uncertainty made him anxious. Yet, given how little he knew, he supposed the only way he was really going to get any answers was simply to wait and see what happened.
The days leading up to the full moon found him already anxious and on edge. It was hard to maintain a level of calm on the surface, and more than once Yuma found himself retreating before it all got the better of him. Then, finally, he found himself awake on the night that the full moon's light spilled into his room from the window. Already restless and losing sleep, he finds himself sitting upright in his bed, staring for a moment before standing up and walking towards it for a better view. For a few moments, he can enjoy the view, but a few moments are all he gets.
A wave of pain spikes and he doubles over in shock, his hands clutching the window sill so harshly that his knuckles turn white. His mind races, his throat hurts, every bone in his body aches suddenly. A harsh burning sensation flares between his shoulderblades, rapidly surging outward and down his back. Rather than weighing him down, he only feels lighter from it all. Perhaps because of that, he feels grounded, trapped, restless. For a moment, his vision is sharp. Almost too sharp. He squeezes his eyes shut to save himself from being disoriented, clutching the side of his head with one hand…has the skin on his hands always been this rough?...as he leans on the other hand to stay balanced.
He vaguely recalls something he saw on the network once. That he shouldn't be alone for this. That he should find a Bond before now. But being alone seems like a pretty sound option to him; after all, he can't risk someone getting hurt in case something goes wrong. He still doesn't even know what he is yet, and he's both too scared to look and in too much pain to really consider it.
His clothes are covering most of the feathers that have sprouted on his back and shoulders, though some on his back are poking through the collar of his shirt. They're thicker on his upper back for some reason, to the point where his shirt is puffing out a bit and making him look slightly more hunched over than he actually is. His ears, already pointy when he arrived, now appear to be longer than before. The skin on the backs of his hands is rougher, shifting in color towards a silvery off-white, and his fingernails look sharper.
When all is said and done, Yuma's too sore and tired to move very much, but he's still panicked. He winces, reaching up to the window to push it open. The fresh air is more than welcome, and he greedily breathes it in before gradually sliding back down to sit on the floor. He doesn't quite have the energy to get back to his bed, nor is his bed really appealing right now. He's looking upward, trying to find some other spot to crawl up onto. Once he gets his energy back, that is. He just needs a moment to rest and reorient himself.
Eventually, he realizes that the restlessness won't fade so easily. Yuma pulls himself to his feet, wincing from the soreness still plaguing him, and absently slips on his jacket and his boots (were they always this uncomfortable?). He's had nights before where he just couldn't sleep, so this is nothing new to him. Normally he'd seek out company, but he's not about to go wake up his housemate at this hour if he isn't already awake, so he opts to make his way out the front door and sit on the steps, his eyes often drifting upward to the sky...or perhaps the rooftops. Otherwise, he keeps his eyes closed, or can be found squinting a bit. ]
[ B - Think Before You Climb ]
[ Somehow, Yuma managed to get on top of the house he's living in. He's not entirely sure what makes him feel so at ease up here. Maybe it's the view? The breeze? Something else? Whatever it is, it's nice, and he feels perfectly at home. He really should come up here more often, he notes; this is a great place to hang out. Of course, he needs to get down from there and run a few errands eventually, so he moves to get down when he realizes one very big problem he's suddenly faced with.
He managed to get up just fine. But he doesn't have a way back down.
Whoops.
It's hard to not be embarrassed or a little panicked about it - it's written all over his face, quite frankly - but he does his best to call out for help anyway. Though whether his voice reaches you first, or whether you notice a strangely large feather falling nearby, he's hoping you'll notice him. ]
H-hey! Up here!
[ In the event someone does see him, he'll offer them a mildly frantic, pleading look. Yes, he's stuck on top of a building. You are seeing things correctly. It's a long story. ]
Could you, uh… Help me get down?
[ He's certainly learned his lesson.
[ C/wildcard - Loneliness ]
[ Even with the new friends he's made, and even with how used to this strange new world he is, there's still something that's bothering Yuma. His power being gone he could handle; in fact he sort of welcomed it since it was one less thing to worry about. But there was a voice, an imposing yet kind voice, that had been with him ever since he was born. A voice that offered him encouragement, that spurred him to action whenever he would rather cower away, that warned him and cautioned him before he made a terrible mistake. Not all the time, no, but certainly enough to where it didn't surprise him when he heard it. But now, it's gone.
It's been a few weeks, and the Dragon still hasn't responded to him.
Yuma hasn't completely given up yet. Every now and then he finds himself with his fingers hovering over the pendant dangling from his choker, wondering if that might wake him up somehow. But it never works. With no Dragon and none of the Dragon's power, his choker might as well just be an odd-looking accessory. With a sigh, he lets his hand drop and continues down the road, peeking in at shops that he passes by and glancing at notices posted about town. He's hoping to find himself some kind of job sooner rather than later, after all; odd jobs will only get him so far.
He finds himself pausing when passing by instrument or music stores, a lonely look crossing his face again before he keeps walking. At one point he even stops to give a few clothing stores a curious look; of all the things he'd considered, a possible need to alter his clothing hadn't crossed his mind. Eventually he'll end up wandering in the Harbor district.
Yuma's also got a bag of debris in hand; particularly wooden planks, rope, and some old fishing net that had been discarded for some reason or another. He's not entirely sure why he felt compelled to pick them up while passing through, but he as them now. Never hurts to pick up trash anyway, right? ]
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He clenches his hand for a moment - loosening them immediately after; the talons on his fingers are small but stil sharp - and looks down in thought. He doesn't really need anything right now, necessarily. Even if he wanted something, he doesn't really want Zelda to go through any trouble. ]
N-No, it's fine. I...don't want to wake up Kor.
[ He casts a brief glance back at the door. He hopes he didn't wake up his roommate, though no doubt he'll be getting some interesting looks in the morning. Or maybe he won't; Yuma's still figuring Kor out.
Even the suggestion of just sitting with her puts Yuma on edge for just a moment. For some reason he isn't too thrilled about the idea of her coming too close to his home, but...well, if it's just the front steps, then it's fine. ]
Sure, that's fine. [ He looks upward. ] ...the sky is pretty nice tonight. I just wish I could get a better view, though.
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She refuses to feel sorry for herself, so she walks upon the steps. Seating herself next to him, Zelda gazes up at the stars, too. She thinks for a moment she might say something about astronomy— perhaps a tale about a constellation. Perhaps how the constellations are so prominent in the Sheikah's designs, hiding them in geometric symbols.
He says he wants to see them better. Zelda turns her head back to the front door, turning at the waist. Then, her green gaze roves up, up, up, to the roof... Hm. ]
Shall we, then? [ She thinks it might better for him to experience his new, uh, urges? Around someone he at least sort of knows. They might not be close friends, but she remembers him treating her kindly. She will do the same.
So, without another word, she stands, climbs the railing of the steps, and then starts to shimmy herself up the front of the house. It always looked so easy when Link did it...! ]
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Although Yuma momentarily stiffens out of some instinct he doesn't recognize, he realizes Zelda isn't intent on entering his home, and that much is a relief. As long as she doesn't end up climbing into his window or anything like that, they should be just...
...wait, she's climbing?
His eyes widen and he stands up. ] Er- Zelda? Wh-what're you doing?!
[ Is she going through something odd on the full moon, too? Or is she up to something? Whatever it is, his questions about himself can wait; right now he needs to make sure that Zelda doesn't go and get herself hurt from whatever this stunt is...and make especially sure she isn't trying to break in. ]
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And she glances at him over her shoulder, and exhales. Her back muscles relax. It feels like her body deflates. ]
The roof is unoccupied.
[ She pauses, turning back. ]
It is higher, as well...
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[ Well, at least Zelda seems to be getting along just fine. He really doesn't want her to fall down and hurt herself. Just so long as she doesn't try to climb in any windows and invade his home, this is fine by him. Juuust fine.
...wait, why is he being so protective about his home, anyway? He was never like this with the Inn.
Of course, his train of thought is interrupted when Zelda offers a reply. ]
The roof...? [ His eyes widen. ] You're right, we could get a better view from up there.
[ Something about climbing up to the roof just sounds perfect. Yuma can barely stop himself from scrambling upward after Zelda, his excitement getting the better of him for a moment before he realizes just how precarious climbing the side of a building might be. Luckily, his newfound claws make climbing a bit easier, as does his newfound lightness.
Why didn't he think of this before? Getting up on the roof is a great idea! Staying on the ground has been feeling pretty stuffy, anyway. ]
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She really got it easy, when she thinks about it. Monster changes must be... difficult. She says nothing for a moment, continuing to climb. He's quicker than she had expected, and she thinks to ask about his bones, his weight, just about anything else that might alter his agility. She thinks of Revali and his gale, imagines that such thing must be exhausting to attempt even with hollow insides, but she can see where it would be possible.
Her hand grips the edge of the gutters, and she has to pull herself up. It's a mess; leaves and grime touch her fingertips but she has little time to regard it. In truth, it's a bit nice to get dirty.
All that escapes her as she climbs is a few grunts. She's... not out of shape, really. Just under traveled, perhaps, no longer exactly used to running and climbing as much as she had been. Zelda pulls herself over the shingles of the roof, after long last, crawling with her belly to them in an attempt to reach the top. It strikes her, then, that neither of them exactly have a way of getting down.
Hm. ]
A bit more, and we can sit at the top...
[ She'll think about how to get down when they need to. There's always some way to get it done. ]
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...with...?
He loses his train of thought when he sees the view spread out before him. It's not the highest perch in the city, no, but something about looking over rooftops and hearing the streets below him puts him at ease. Some earlier tension visibly leaves him as he relaxes. How come he never thought of this before? When was the last time he felt this comfortable, anyway? ]
Whoa. Th-this is...
[ He's not sure what the word for it is. It feels nice? Comfortable? ...natural, even? He could stay up here forever, given the opportunity. ]
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Beautiful, isn't it?
[ She looks back towards him, back straight and hair flowing behind her like golden sun rays. ] Birds are meant to watch us from above, among the stars. I can see why. When I traveled... I did like to stay on the mountains, if possible. [ Her mother had called her little bird, according to Urbosa, and perhaps that was why. Her mother had sensed that in her. ]
Your feathers are beautiful, Yuma.
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[ The sky is just...so much more open and free than the ground that he's chained to. The roof doesn't get him that much closer, but it's still leagues better than sitting on the steps. He'd love nothing more than to get just a bit closer, though sadly he's without the Dragon's power, so flight is beyond him. Not that he'd really opt to use it so openly anymore, anyway, but the yearning is still very much there.
He remembers all the times he couldn't sleep, back at the Seagull Inn. He'd end up on the balcony just outside, and more often than not someone would end up joining him for a chat to help him wind down for the night.
Zelda's words bring a smile to his face. She almost makes it sound like the birds were guardians of sorts. He can't help but agree with the sentiment, especially when she puts it like that. Though he's not sure why... Although just as he's trying to sort that thought out-
"Your feathers are beautiful, Yuma."
His eyes widen and he stiffens in surprise. And there's a tint of red in his cheeks. Oh. Well then. ]
O-Oh, uh...they are? [ How does he even react to that? He only just got these feathers less than an hour ago. Yuma unconsciously reaches back with one hand to feel the few that are poking out of his collar. He can feel them, so he knows they're there, but he hasn't quite seen them yet. ] I haven't really had the chance to look at them yet...
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They are. They remind me of traveling, when I got to see Hyrule up close and not from the castle. [ Looking back to the skies, she pulls her knees to her chest, and rests her chin upon them. If she takes notice of his reaction to her words, she does not show it. For the moment, she seems to be taking it all in. Just a few weeks ago, this friend of her's would have been content to be on the ground. Goodness, if only Revali were around when you needed him. ]
My mother called me Little Bird. Or so I heard. Now, her best friend does.
[ Though she doesn't say it, Zelda knows that her words carry the implication of her mother's fate. ] Perhaps I could have been a bird like you, once. The skies seem so far away and free to me. But to you, that world is attainable.