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Post by Conrí on Jan 13, 2020 13:03:03 GMT -5
Éirín felt a lump form in her throat. ”No, Aillil. I used to think like you until very recently, thanks to Rand here, Light-blinded, flaming, bloody arseling though he is. You do deserve what he feels for you, whether I’m a part of that feeling or not yet.”
Éirín looked from Aillil to Rand. She wondered what all they could feel from each other, through their own respective bonds. She was relieved that Rand seemed to be proud with her actions, though that did not stop her from chuckling at the red haired one's words and the playful grin he seemed to give the cloaked man. "Yeah, at least Aillil here didn't dream up something a little more terrifying." She winked at the dark haired man with wintergreen eyes, which was followed up with a coy smirk. Something in her stirred, seeing how the three of them could interact together.
The wolf girl was just about to dismiss the feeling, but, as soon as she started to, she saw the Three of Cups quickly followed by the Two of Cups and the Four of Wands in her mind's eye. A shudder passed through her as she realised who was in the image of the Three of Cups and the fact that the three ladies, not clothed, seemed to return her coy smirk and wink with their expressions. The priestess quickly sighed and dismissed the thought from her mind, though the deep scarlet hue of her cheeks likely betrayed her emotional state.
Not wanting to get picked on too badly by the men, the goddess simply turned around and started to head back to the place that marked her dream. Right as she took a step forward, though, she felt an ache in her stomach. It seemed one of the three of her decks wasn't going to leave her alone. The Sun, spinning from upright and reversed seemed to further mock her. That was quickly followed by the Wheel of Fortune, The Tower, and the World.
A sigh turned into a groan, and the wolf girl found herself whirling around with an annoyed fire in her eyes. "Would either of you mind it if I came to your room when we wake? Since we likely have much to discuss. I don't know if I am attracted to you yet, Aillil, but, I can't deny something is there." With a huff, the priestess forced herself out of the dream.
Aillil growled when Lews playfully insulted him, but he couldn't think of a comeback fast enough before the strange wolf girl started picking on him, then sighing and blushing like one of her crushes was near. He exhaled slightly too loudly. He shot Lews a glare, then started to round on Éirín, but was met with an admission and a question that nearly left his mouth agape. All he could do was nod at her request, and then watch her leave. "What in the bloody blazes do you think her problem was, masho'vin? Blood and ashes, I suppose this means at least one of us should get dressed by morning, huh?" Aillil winked at his dense lover before leaving his own dream.
Conrí scanned the desert, looking for something that resembled shelter. However, all he could really see was nothing but the eerie dunes spread out across the land. Suddenly, he shifted again without understanding how and found himself facing his castle with his mother in his arms. Before the image melted away to reveal a house somehow in tact and his Master in his arms instead. "Oh, I bleedin' hate the feeling of this. What on Dia's green earth did you do, Lucia?" He whispered softly, not wanting to wake her too suddenly.
Holding his breath, the wolf boy stepped into the house and half expected to see his castle carpet lining the floor. He found only dust coating the wood floor. He scanned the main floor, wondering where to go. Not that there was much he could get to, because of accumulating sand blocking his path. A stone seemed to form in his stomach as he descended the stairs and found an old bed at the bottom. He carefully used some wind magic to blow away the sand and dust before he quietly set Lucia on the bed.
He knelt down, and the would be wolf king was greeted by his mother being laid to rest by his hand on her pyre. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he found himself sliding down the wall he'd backed into before the image returned to that of Lucia's. He whimpered loudly, wondering if he was just melding his nightmare with hers. "A stór, please, please wake me up from this." The almost silent whisper started to turn into a proper mourning wail. He clasped his hands around his knees and started to rock back and forth.
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Post by Ziya on Jan 15, 2020 11:07:15 GMT -5
Mink raised their glass to match the toast before knocking back nearly a third of the glass. The warmth soothed their mind, though they took care not to lose themselves in it. There had been far too much of that in their original timeline, back when nobody could tell them it was a bad idea.
"To be fair, even I don't understand most of it. I just know how to use the spell to get within a week or two of my intended time and world. As for the timelines..." Their shrug said everything they needed to on that.
The Vagabond's next words surprised Mink, leaving them to ponder them for a moment. It was true that they had found them again, arguably in both this time and theirs. They had achieved their goal of changing history, and had even made a few friends along the way. So why where they still so conflicted?
"I did," the words came slowly at first as Mink worked their way through them, "but in a way I didn't. They were the ones who did most of the work. I think..." They trailed off for a moment, taking another sip before continuing with more confidence. "I think I need to figure out how to accept that I'm not the same kid who had everything they loved taken from them anymore. I don't know how, but that's the sense I'm getting."
"I think," Rand responded to Ailill with a smirk of his own, having refrained from saying anything while Éirín was present, "that her problem is that she's trying to figure this out a bit too quickly, min raichora'al arkadinara. And I think we'd both better be dressed by morning, else she'll likely faint from the blush."
Removing himself from the dream he was now alone in, he fell back into his own dreams at last, wondering if Lucia had encountered any trouble with whatever was happening on that platform.
"That's right!" The being's slightly crazed laughter sent chills down Lucia's spine. "And now that I'm awake again, it's time for me to take over again."
A growl came from Lucia as she swung her arm before her to summon her keyblade. "Like hell you are!" Requiem's Resolve shone with purpose in her hand.
Darkside looked at the blade, unimpressed. "You really think that thing will hurt me? I'm part of you! Besides, I'm only here to give you fair warning right now."
Confusion flooded Lucia's face, making her counterpart laugh once more. "Yes, I know. It's a bit out of character for me, isn't it? Anyhow, our Nobody has reappeared. Be on the watch for them, will you? I'd hate to take over a corpse, after all."
With that, they backflipped off the platform and out of sight, and before Lucia could react light flooded her vision.
When she could see again she found herself laying on a much sandier version of what was undeniably her childhood bed. A pained whisper met her ears, too low to understand anything but the raw pain behind it, and when she turned her head she was met with the sight of Conrí, whimpering and rocking. Something within her resonated at the sight, and without thought she swept across the room and pulled him into a hug. "It's okay, Conrí, I'm here. You saved me."
She didn't know what was going on or where they were, but her maternal instinct told her that she needed to help him right then, and that was all that mattered.
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Post by hoodwink on Jan 21, 2020 15:13:06 GMT -5
”To be fair, even I don’t understand most of it.” For some reason, as a person with no magical talents or abilities, it was partially wounding to hear the nonchalantness. Mink’s follow up intrigued the hooded man, who was prone to losing himself in the whimsy of the ambiguous. ”I think I need to figure out how to accept the fact that I’m not the same kid who had everything they loved take from them anymore.” Mink seemed to radiate a new sense of determination as they spoke, catching the Vagabond by surprise. A mild laughter escaped him. ”Ha! Ha ha!” Sitting against the wall, the Vagabond raised his glass one more, though this time to point at Mink on the bed.
”You’re lively, now! Did something good happen?” Taking a sip of the whiskey, knowing better than to go overboard with it, the Vagabond savored the warmth he felt in his chest. ”You're brighter when you talk about it—so it must be a sense worth following.” In a way, the two seemed similar. Both struggled to find balance, yearning to exist on the precipice that one remains teetering on with absolute confidence. It pained him to think that. One thing remained different though. Their eyes… It hurt him to look at Mink’s eyes, when they talked about that.
So much determination—a burning hope. Despite the despair and loneliness within—Mink’s eyes had momentarily blinded him. Will I burn away, too? From so much light? How long had it been, since he had even felt something that stirred him like that? Ever? No. He couldn’t forget the first time he had seen himself. In that place, in that water, he had seen his own reflection in the faint moonlight. There were nothing in those hollow eyes.
”It’s okay—if you don’t know how. You'll figure it out, eventually.” He used an all too carefree rebuttal to Mink’s worries. It was his own pitiful attempt at staying grounded, pulling himself from the air of catastrophe. After all, people didn't go and get saved—they saved themselves. ”Answers always elude those who look too hard.” It was a vague blanket statement, one lacking any credibility or fact.
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Post by Conrí on Jan 22, 2020 7:12:40 GMT -5
Aillil blushed at Lews's teasing. He then tried to steady himself with a small shake of his head, though the idea that the wolf girl was trying to come to terms with everything too quickly nearly sent him blushing again. "I know that I probably need to finish facing Tamara's wrath about all of this first. Honestly, I used to...think about the three of us being together, but...well, I found her, so then I decided to stop pursuing such things." The blush returned for the cloaked man, but he dismissed himself from his own dream with a sigh.
Conrí kept staring at Lucia, then his mom starting to fade into ash, then Lucia again. He wondered what was taking his Master so long to wake up, but, he tried to still himself and distance his self from his emotions. Unsuccessfully.
The wolf boy all but howled when Lucia suddenly wrapped her arms around him. "You are, but she's been long gone, I'm afraid." His words barely made sense to him, so he wondered what Lucia would make of them. He groaned and tried once more to think his way out of this. He started to think about Jason, likely sleeping next to him on their bed. That made him feel lighter, and then things started to shift again. Their room on the ship.
Conrí excitedly grabbed hold of Lucia and thought of where they were both meant to be instead of where they were. Something in his heart seemed to open up and surround them both. "I think I can get us out of this place." He closed his eyes and focused, and the next thing he knew, he was standing on his own heart platform, with Lucia.
"I trust you know your own way back from here, right?" With a lighthearted grin and a wave, he vanished from his heart platform into a dream, and, from there, he bolted upright in bed. His breathing had quickened in his sleep, and he cupped his hands over his face, before tears started to slip down his cheeks. He thought he could faintly hear the chirp of birds, and was wondering if that was the ship's AI trying to prepare them for morning, or if something legitimately had shifted within him.
Éirín blinked. Her head started to pound, and she had to shake herself to come to her senses. It felt like the beginning of dawn to her, but she wondered how that was possible, considering they were in space. She allowed herself to focus a little more, then realised Lucia had collapsed on top of her. The wolf girl started shaking the other woman, in an attempt to wake her.
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Post by Ziya on Feb 5, 2020 11:30:34 GMT -5
Mink blinked in confusion for a moment before they registered what the Vagabond had said. "Yeah, you're right." A small grin appeared on their face, though their companion's worry didn't escape them either. "You'll figure it out too. In the end each of us has to resolve to help ourselves, but a little help along the way is sometimes just what's needed."
Abruptly they yawned wide, nearly popping their jaw. Despite the serious topics, they couldn't help but giggle a little. "But talking instead of sleeping won't help either of us. The next room down should be set up for a guest, so I'd better not wake up to find you in the hall again!" That last was delivered in a clearly joking manner, complete with a wink.
Jason had always been a light sleeper, even before his training. The instant Conrí sat up he woke, and the very next instant he sat beside his love, hand lightly placed on his shoulder. "Min hjarta, what's wrong? Was it a nightmare?"
All traces of sass or teasing were nonexistent now. All he felt was concern and the desire to comfort his wolf king, but he also knew that a hug wasn't always the best answer. So, he waited for Conrí to tell him what he needed.
Lucia quickly found herself back in her body, though her mind was still reeling from everything that happened. The next thing she noticed was Éirín trying to push her off of her, which she quickly aided her in by sitting up beside her. "Sorry! I Dived into your heart to figure out what was happening, since you were clearly having something more than a simple nightmare."
She shook her head for a moment, trying to process what came after. A minute or two later she slowly turned to her companion once more. "Conrí saved me, but he's been through a lot because of it. Something about a she that I suspect died, based on how he was grieving."
Sighing, she stood and headed toward the bed finally, swaying slightly as she finally felt her own fatigue. "Anyhow, we've still got over half the night, so if you can I'd get some proper sleep. The lights in the halls will shift brighter when it's morning. Good night, Éirín." With that, she fell onto the bed, asleep before even hitting the mattress.
About an hour later, the last two inches of her hair became a dirty blonde.
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Post by hoodwink on Feb 5, 2020 17:17:32 GMT -5
The Vagabond felt more at ease as Mink seemed to be in better spirits. ”You’ll figure it out, too.” The sudden boost of morale on their end surprised him—had he come across as someone needing cheering up? If only it was more effective… He had enjoyed his hood for the fact that it made it hard for people to read him. It seemed to not be impervious to perceptions, though. ”But talking instead of sleeping won’t help us either.” It seemed they had wasted away a good portion of the night. ”I’d better not wake up to find you in the hall again!”
At Mink’s last comment, the Vagabond sheepishly scratched at the back of his head over his hood—waving his other hand mildly as he stood up. ”Okay—okay.” Despite the shadow cast over his face, the Vagabond wore a faint grin. Placing his empty cup on the bar, the Vagabond waved before exiting the room with a "See ya.", closing the door behind him. The whiskey had formed a pleasant warmth in his stomach, easing his mind with its dull clarity as he staggered slightly to the room Mink had pointed him to.
"…" Entering the guest room, the Vagabond closed the door while mulling over what Mink had told him.
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Post by Conrí on Feb 6, 2020 8:05:44 GMT -5
Conrí instantly felt Jason's hand on his shoulder, which made him cry harder. He sighed, but managed to shake his head when he heard his love's question. No, a stór, whatever that was, it wasn't simply a nightmare. The wolf boy tried to voice those thoughts, but he found himself mute instead. He simply grabbed at Jason's hand and squeezed it. Hard. His body shook beyond his control, and the only thing he could do was sit, tremble, and cry.
The would be king finally forced himself to lean against Jason. He first pressed his face into the other man's ribs, breathing in his scent until he could feel himself calm down. A little. He then wrapped his arms around Jason and squeezed him with the intention of not letting go. He stared into Jason's eyes, certain that the red eyed man would see the pain and fear there.
Conrí again tried to speak, but only his lips moved and no sound came out. He freed Jason from the desperate embrace and slammed a fist on the bed. He tried closing his eyes, but only saw his mom's expressionless face staring back at him when he did. His body felt like it was going to drop into the bed from pure exhaustion, but the wolf boy's mind was too active. He finally laid himself down with his head on Jason's lap and fell into a fitful slumber, with his body occasionally jerking but not waking him. He managed to whisper in a rasp, "Mom." Sometimes, he would start to dream about her face, and tears started streaming down his cheeks in his sleep. "Don't...go."
The wolf boy seemed to finally shift comfortably on Jason's lap and sigh. His arm partially wrapped around the man's waist. "Promise...you won't leave..." The would be king barely registered what was going on.
Fenrir popped out in his larger form and curled himself around both the men. He snuffed in a way that conveyed sadness. He looked at Jason with widened eyes. He lost his mom. Conrí found her. Hanging there.
Éirín sighed in relief when Lucia moved and was able to somewhat explain what had happened. She blushed slightly at her carelessness, but the woman didn't chastise her. When Lucia brought up the wolf girl's brother, however, the girl's eyes widened. She barely allowed the woman to finish speaking before she tried to run out the door to him. Unfortunately, her own body was so exhausted that she barely shifted into a sitting position before she slumped back into a laying position on the couch, succumbing to sleep. Conrí, please be okay. Maybe you should try to talk to Rand.
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Post by Ziya on Feb 8, 2020 11:24:58 GMT -5
Mink looked at the door as it closed, grin still there. Once they were alone though, a little of the anxiety came back. Were they really going to be able to do it, simple as that?
Putting the glasses into the sanitizer under the bar, they closed it before dropping to the bed. The whiskey had dulled their thoughts some, but sleep still took a long time to come.
Jason held his love as best he could as he cried on him. He had never been good at comforting words, so all he really had was his presence.
Even that didn't seem to be enough at first, but after that one blow to the bed Conrí seemed to finally settle down a little. He was still concerned though, sitting there as he softly stroked the wolf king's hair.
When he wrapped his arm around him, Jason smiled slightly. That smile vanished at Fenrir's words, replaced by tears of his own as he finally understood. His own mother's face appeared before him for a moment, a sad smile on her lips as she left with the "officers" that took her from him.
Looking down, he wrapped his arms around Conrí as best he could, speaking softly. "I'll never leave you. Even if I have to fight my way through Valhalla itself, I'll be by your side. I promise."
Despite his sitting, Jason could usually fall asleep again quickly. On this night however, sleep proved to be elusive. Instead, he found himself lost in memories of his mother until his mind couldn't function anymore, and his eyes finally closed.
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Post by hoodwink on Feb 9, 2020 0:59:50 GMT -5
Countless precipices loomed ahead, blending with the horizon as all around remained black. Faint glows of blue escaped from within tumultuous darkness forming as muck and taint snared from shadows. He didn't know how he was running anymore, or breathing—it almost felt like he was floating. The only reminder he was alive was the pain in his chest, the echoing beating of his heart and the panting of him and the person behind him—their hands clutched together as though welded into one. Despite the pain, he knew they had to keep running.
What lurked behind only grew closer.
He turned to look at ___, only to see yellow eyes and dark—
Thud! The Vagabond shouted out as he awoke—gripping into the air as though there were something to hoist him from the pits of despair. ”Huff—huff—huff—“ Sweat caused his old t-shirt to cling and his brown hair to stick as he fought for breath. For a moment, a panic had overtaken him, his entire body shaking as he sat upright.
Everything seemed to spin before coming into focus, finally allowing him a respite to breathe. Again? It was the same every night. Who was there, though? He asked the same question every morning, never finding an answer. Raising a hand to his forehead, the Vagabond took a moment to gather his bearings. He sat on the floor, blankets coiled and strewn about him, tracing from the bed. Must’ve fell… Groaning a bit as he leaned forward, the Vagabond rested his head in his hands for a moment.
Licking his lips, the Vagabond pushed himself from the floor, staggering a bit as he stood. His mouth was dry and his throat tight. Pulling off his shirt and fanning it out in the air, the Vagabond sighed with relief before pulling the old thing back over him. Stretching a bit, the Vagabond wondered what time it was. Stumbling in the dark (he tended to avoid turning on the lights when possible) he found the steel-blue hooded coat of his and threw it over him.
Pulling up his hood, the Vagabond walked out of the room, not eager to return to bed. Instead, he roamed the ship, wondering who was awake. He was sure it was still early, as he could never usually make it to dawn before waking up.
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Post by Conrí on Feb 9, 2020 8:24:11 GMT -5
Conrí settled into Jason's embrace and patted Fenrir slowly. In this manner, he felt himself drifting back to sleep. It was uneasy at first, but then his body relaxed fully and sleep came to him fully. He mumbled every now and then, mostly snatches about how grateful he was that he found Jason.
The wolf boy's tail started to twitch every now and then, too. He dreamed of tumbling in a large field of flowers with Jason. A strange band was around their wrists, and he felt gleeful. He also couldn't stop kissing his lover while they rolled gently down the hill. The dream left a smile on the would be king's face.
When he woke again, Conrí realised the light in the room was turning a soft blue and the AI was telling them to wake up. He stretched, trying to shake away the grogginess. He quickly rolled off of Jason once he realised where he'd fallen asleep. The wolf boy blushed slightly. "Sorry, a stór. Good morning."
Éirín woke on the couch with a start. The buzzing computer had awoken her, which she found annoying. She yawned, stretched, and started to leave the room when she remembered what Lucia had said about her brother, and felt sick with worry. She was sure that was flowing through her bond with Rand, and she remembered that she needed to talk with him and Aillil.
The wolf girl bit back a curse, looked in Lucia's direction to see that the woman's hair was blonde instead of it's usual purple. She thought about waking the woman to tell her, but shook her head. Too much was on her mind, and she had to make a decision. The priestess's legs carried her toward Rand, since she figured it might be easier to have him talk to Conrí. When she got to the door, she stopped and knocked and exclaimed, "Rand!! We really need to talk!" The knot of worry in her stomach tightened.
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Post by Ziya on Feb 12, 2020 21:56:03 GMT -5
Jason was never one to linger on his dreams, even on the rare occasion that he remembered any of them. This was not one of those occasions, particularly as he slept light out of habit from sitting up, leading to him waking every time Conrí shifted or mumbled. The lost sleep was worth it to him in exchange for his love sleeping well. Besides, it wasn't anything a nice cup of coffee couldn't fix.
When Aura shifted the lights and played the morning ambiance he woke for good, minutes before the wolf king did the same. When Conrí did wake, rolling quick enough that Jason feared he might end up on the floor, all the red-eyed man did was smile and shake his head. "Don't worry about it, elskan min."
Grinning slightly, Jason leaned forward to plant his lips lightly on his love's for a moment, then pulled back and stretched out his legs. "Good morning. Shall we head to the kitchen?" Idly he wondered if he would run into the Vagabond or any of the others before reaching it. He wouldn't mind the Vagabond, particularly with the kinship he felt from both being of the Dark, but he hoped anyone else would at least wait till he had some caffeine in him.
Unlike Jason, Rand awoke groggily at the feel of Éirín racing toward him. The fear he felt clearer the closer she came banished any lingering fatigue, but there was still the matter of untangling himself from the still sleeping Ailill.
He did his best, but he was fairly certain that the man had stirred by the time he stood, so as he reached for his small clothes he spoke softly. "Ailill, Éirín is headed this was in a panic, so you might want to get up."
A moment after he succeeded in covering the bare minimum the wolf girl knocked on the door and shouted. Now worried himself, Rand opened the door and immediately looked her over. "What is it, Éirín? You can't be this panicked at what happened in that dream."
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Post by hoodwink on Feb 13, 2020 20:56:32 GMT -5
He wasn’t surprised to find the ship silent, all the inhabitants seemingly resting still. Whatever hour it was, it must have been early. Finding himself in the living space, the Vagabond decided to make himself comfortable on a nearby couch. Sitting down, the Vagabond eyed the kitchen nearby, open and blending with the living room to allow for a spacious retreat. Hm…to think, we’re flying through space… He felt like he was at someone’s house, not within a spaceship. Resting on the couch and leaning back, the Vagabond gazed up at the ceiling with a blank expression on his shadowed face.
I wonder when we’ll land. It was faint, but the Vagabond was beginning to feel a nagging sickness for air and sky again.
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Post by Conrí on Feb 18, 2020 12:44:17 GMT -5
Conrí grinned sheepishly when Jason told him not to worry about falling asleep on his lap. When he was asked about going to the kitchen, the wolf boy's stomach growled in response. He chuckled, stratched his head and then slid the rest of the way off the bed to wander down the hall with his lover. The would be king grabbed Jason's hand while they walked.
He also felt tense after the events of last night, if he were to be honest with himself. He tried to whisper out another apology, sensing Jason's annoyance, but he stopped himself. He gladly wandered into the kitchen, and, without saying a word, started to make coffee for them both.
Éirín nervously eyed Rand up and down when she realised that he had likely just woken up. It looked like Aillil had also barely managed to pull his cloak on fast enough. When the wolf girl looked at the man, he offered her a cheeky grin, though not one that was malicious or suggestive of anything that had likely taken place in the room the night previous.
The priestess forced herself to take a moment before she tried to explain. Unfortunately, that moment was all her emotions needed to catch up to her logic. Tears sprang to her eyes, and threatened to spill down her cheeks. She sniffed and tried to wipe at her eyes with her sleeve, the only word she could really choke out was, "Mother..."
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Post by Ziya on Mar 3, 2020 11:17:31 GMT -5
Jason's grin grew as he lightly squeezed Conrí's hand through the halls. He could tell that what happened still weighed on the wolf king, but didn't want to bring it up. He'd wait until his love was ready, and be there for him both until and after that point.
Once Conrí moved toward the coffee Jason let himself look about the space, quickly finding the one person other than his fiance that he was okay interacting with at the moment. "Early riser?" He settled into one of the armchairs beside the couch, letting him see Conrí in the kitchen and still face the Vagabond as well.
All nervousness and awkwardness left Rand as Éirín broke down, and without a thought he pulled her to him in a tight embrace. "The bond is telling me enough for now, fada vovokdara. Just let it out, and we can talk once you fell a little better." He shot a slightly apologetic look to Ailill, turning the wolf girl slowly so he could dress in privacy.
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Post by hoodwink on Mar 3, 2020 22:11:46 GMT -5
Spurting water boiling caused the Vagabond to jolt on the couch, where he had slumped over in a stupor of thought. ”Early riser?” Pulled back to the couch he sat on, the Vagabond blinked as his shrouded gaze fell upon first Jason, then Conri. ”Er—yeah…” He felt disjointed, like his mouth moved slower than his brain. It made the effort of conversation apparent to the hooded man isolated on the furniture. As Jason sat down in an armchair near him, the Vagabond noticed the sound he heard was coffee being made.
Coffee… It had always seemed oddly nostalgic to him, for some reason—though to his recollection, he’d almost never had it. Such luxuries cost munny, after all—something the Vagabond was used to the lack of. ”Not much to do on a ship though, huh?” Leaning back in the couch, the Vagabond rested his head on his hands as he glanced up towards the ceiling. He couldn’t work on his research here, other than skimming ‘The Report’, something he had done countless times. If only I could find the rest of it… Though his collection grew, it was far from complete. What do people do with free time? It wasn’t something he was used to. Normally, he was always used to working towards his goal, or a task, or struggling to make it through the next day.
Maybe he was just homesick for his lab.
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Post by Conrí on Mar 11, 2020 0:27:11 GMT -5
Conrí busied himself in the kitchen. He was grateful that Jason had acknowledged the Vagabond, because he didn't feel he could at the moment. He agonised over which cups to get them, finally deciding that the three mugs as big as his face would suffice in this situation. He didn't ask Vagabond if he wanted coffee. It was more acceptable to say that the man was getting coffee, and if he didn't want it, then the wolf boy would drink it.
The would be king soon returned with the mugs of coffee, one of which levitated in the air. "Coffee is always a good idea this early in the morning." He floated the third cup to Vagabond and settled himself next to the love of his life. Conrí stared into his coffee.
Éirín buried herself in Rand's embrace, her weeping turned to coughing slightly. Once she caught her breath, she noticed that Aillil had dressed properly and had wrapped his arms around her. No doubt he heard her choke out that word.
"My brother was reminded of our mother who...um..." The wolf girl wiped at her eyes.
Aillil squeezed the girl tighter. "It's okay, my dear. I lost my mother, too. If you don't want to talk about it, I'm sure both Lews and I will understand." After that, the man opted to stay silent.
The priestess shook her head. "She killed herself. Conrí found her, as I was presumed dead. The sole act of standing up to that bastard I hesitate to call father drove her to it." Had it not been for Rand and Aillil holding her up Éirín would have fallen to her knees as another bout of weeping overtook her.
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