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Eren.
[No fanfare, no hello, just a disembodied voice coming out of the watch whenever he answers it next.]
Are you busy?
[Look, she was slightly considerate! Praise Kaede's good manners.]
[No fanfare, no hello, just a disembodied voice coming out of the watch whenever he answers it next.]
Are you busy?
[Look, she was slightly considerate! Praise Kaede's good manners.]
[Mikleo isn't anywhere near where Eren usually is, so it makes more sense to contact him over the watch. He really, really hopes Eren hasn't misplaced his or anything.]
Eren?
[He's trying to keep his voice calm, but he's... so tired.]
Sorry it's so late. I can't find Sorey anywhere. He's been gone since this morning.
[... yes, he's been looking all day, it's fine. He's fine. This is fine.]
You haven't heard anything or seen anything, have you?
[There's the telltale sound of shifting, Mikleo dragging his fingers through his hair.]
I went to look at the Looking-Glass House in all the commotion. I thought maybe I'd find someone we know, or maybe he found a way through-- but his mirror was broken. Like someone just...
Eren?
[He's trying to keep his voice calm, but he's... so tired.]
Sorry it's so late. I can't find Sorey anywhere. He's been gone since this morning.
[... yes, he's been looking all day, it's fine. He's fine. This is fine.]
You haven't heard anything or seen anything, have you?
[There's the telltale sound of shifting, Mikleo dragging his fingers through his hair.]
I went to look at the Looking-Glass House in all the commotion. I thought maybe I'd find someone we know, or maybe he found a way through-- but his mirror was broken. Like someone just...
[ it isn’t as late as it should be for eren— muggy weather, although humid, was actually comfortable enough to stay active after the night hours. being too late at night though, meant that most barracks had people asleep and not many to hang around to talk to. he’s been restless all day, in fact, even now. eren doesn’t question why, so, his next destination: the hole.
with nothing else to do but keep his body occupied while his thoughts ran, he deepens his burrow, makes it better to sit in without hitting his head when he forgets he’s in a hole. that, and using the dirt to dust bathe. he doesn’t particularly . . . sweat, anymore, and given a few encounters with splashes he doesn’t find the idea of a full water bath enticing. there’s a spray bottle he got? but the water has to be hot and there’s no where to warm it at this hour.
dust bath, it is.
it’s there where eren receives the message, the watching ringing close by and allowing him to pick up (just the way akira taught him, albeit still with one finger to poke at everything), fast when he reads mikleo— oh, no.
listening makes the restless rise, the breaking of the mirrors an unheard happening and sorey’s disappearance— after a moment, if not immediately, he responds. ]
Is that where you are now?
with nothing else to do but keep his body occupied while his thoughts ran, he deepens his burrow, makes it better to sit in without hitting his head when he forgets he’s in a hole. that, and using the dirt to dust bathe. he doesn’t particularly . . . sweat, anymore, and given a few encounters with splashes he doesn’t find the idea of a full water bath enticing. there’s a spray bottle he got? but the water has to be hot and there’s no where to warm it at this hour.
dust bath, it is.
it’s there where eren receives the message, the watching ringing close by and allowing him to pick up (just the way akira taught him, albeit still with one finger to poke at everything), fast when he reads mikleo— oh, no.
listening makes the restless rise, the breaking of the mirrors an unheard happening and sorey’s disappearance— after a moment, if not immediately, he responds. ]
Is that where you are now?
[Two weeks after arriving in Aefenglom, Elliot finally felt oriented enough to this new place to feel the curiosity to explore. But more importantly, he was in need of some cash. Selling off a couple quartz had gotten him through the first couple weeks, but he didn't fancy selling off the rest if he didn't have to.
The answer came from the request board. It felt nostalgic, looking through tasks not unlike he did when he was in Class VII. The problem was, most of them were ones he wasn't able to do all by himself from lack of physical skill or just didn't qualify. But that's where Eren came in. Elliot was still getting to know him, but he'd like to think they clicked pretty well. And more important, Eren made up for the things Elliot was lacking in, and vice versa. A good set up for a team, and a good test subject to see how similar bonds were to combat links.
The missions were simple: gather a bag of fur, and stay out the night outside the wall. Elliot had done his best to scrounge up necessary camping supplies, and reviewed spells that'd be handy. They had a few vials of the bond potion with them, making sure to take it before they left through the gate. Right away, Elliot could pick out some similarities. The "awareness" of his bond partner's presence was the same as ever. It felt muted, but that was pretty normal with a new partner.
But one stark difference? Was feeling the built up magic being drained out of him. Even if he'd been practicing magic regularly, the bond made it very apparent just how much energy had been building up in him.
Twenty minutes into their journey, he'll mention this much.]
Man...they really weren't kidding about bond effects...thought I'd just been over tired and stressed, but...
[Nope apparently he was on his way of being explodey. The real downside when you have a lot of potential magic power]
The answer came from the request board. It felt nostalgic, looking through tasks not unlike he did when he was in Class VII. The problem was, most of them were ones he wasn't able to do all by himself from lack of physical skill or just didn't qualify. But that's where Eren came in. Elliot was still getting to know him, but he'd like to think they clicked pretty well. And more important, Eren made up for the things Elliot was lacking in, and vice versa. A good set up for a team, and a good test subject to see how similar bonds were to combat links.
The missions were simple: gather a bag of fur, and stay out the night outside the wall. Elliot had done his best to scrounge up necessary camping supplies, and reviewed spells that'd be handy. They had a few vials of the bond potion with them, making sure to take it before they left through the gate. Right away, Elliot could pick out some similarities. The "awareness" of his bond partner's presence was the same as ever. It felt muted, but that was pretty normal with a new partner.
But one stark difference? Was feeling the built up magic being drained out of him. Even if he'd been practicing magic regularly, the bond made it very apparent just how much energy had been building up in him.
Twenty minutes into their journey, he'll mention this much.]
Man...they really weren't kidding about bond effects...thought I'd just been over tired and stressed, but...
[Nope apparently he was on his way of being explodey. The real downside when you have a lot of potential magic power]
[ bonded already, leaving the walled city was much less of a problem now, though used with caution. a temporary bond was of no problem to him, especially when asked by elliot. he was fair, he was a young man of principles— if not a little anxious, and that interferes from time to time (or maybe it was just eren that was too spongegar).
eren’s been a little more quiet on their outing, not from a sour mood toward him or anything in particular, but!! growing pains. his chest aches, nothing entirely visible to the eye where changes are concerned, but poking out from awkward tufts of hair are two little nubs, sore and prickling at the base. will itches never leave him alone now . . . (no)
the differences between a true bond and a temporary vial were arrant to eren the moment he took his first swallow. handy in pinches, not to be discarded— but dependent on situation. there was no flurry of emotion, completely dulled, and felt like that been tied to each other by a rope connecting their waists.
not bad, but oddly— he does prefer a bond. eren grunts in return, rubbing his palm against the buttons of bone on his head and giving a more discontent huff. when he wants to scratch and there’s just. fresh scabbing. ]
They’re something else. [ really!! ] You said these are . . . Normal, where you’re from?
eren’s been a little more quiet on their outing, not from a sour mood toward him or anything in particular, but!! growing pains. his chest aches, nothing entirely visible to the eye where changes are concerned, but poking out from awkward tufts of hair are two little nubs, sore and prickling at the base. will itches never leave him alone now . . . (no)
the differences between a true bond and a temporary vial were arrant to eren the moment he took his first swallow. handy in pinches, not to be discarded— but dependent on situation. there was no flurry of emotion, completely dulled, and felt like that been tied to each other by a rope connecting their waists.
not bad, but oddly— he does prefer a bond. eren grunts in return, rubbing his palm against the buttons of bone on his head and giving a more discontent huff. when he wants to scratch and there’s just. fresh scabbing. ]
They’re something else. [ really!! ] You said these are . . . Normal, where you’re from?
[Mikleo hasn't been happy with how his training has gone lately. For some reason his magic never worked properly around the full moon. His little tussle with Eren had been proof of that-- not enough water and certainly not enough aim back then. Still, it seems like the city's abuzz with whatever omen this is, and he's not inclined to give them any reason to blame him by laying around idle. He lets Eren know about what's going on over the watch, and then he heads down to the hubbub to see what's happening for himself.
That's... a maze? Multiple mazes! At once his explorer's spirit is revived, and he almost takes off running into it alone. Wait, no. This was-- for Monsters, to help curb the feral instincts that might get people in trouble otherwise. He glances around and looks for Eren, though at this point he can probably feel his proximity with the bond.
He adjusts his hat. He's feeling particularly witchy tonight even if his magic won't cooperate. At the very least, they can explore the maze and see what's waiting at the end for them.]
That's... a maze? Multiple mazes! At once his explorer's spirit is revived, and he almost takes off running into it alone. Wait, no. This was-- for Monsters, to help curb the feral instincts that might get people in trouble otherwise. He glances around and looks for Eren, though at this point he can probably feel his proximity with the bond.
He adjusts his hat. He's feeling particularly witchy tonight even if his magic won't cooperate. At the very least, they can explore the maze and see what's waiting at the end for them.]
[ this full moon was just a little different from the last. eren’s aggression was absent, a good thing! but the day before was . . . a little arduous. he grew more scales, and now bares more patches of human skin rather than the other way around. it hurt and it bled, to the point that he resorted to self harm to claw and yank at what skin felt in the way. his head could almost fissure with the migraine that followed the complete structuring of true horns, not too short or too long, curving ever so slightly and snaring in some places like vines would, before meeting to form pointed tips.
it was hard, maybe, to coax him out of the safety of his burrow under their cottage. a little effort and he’d crawl out in a peculiar fashion, only to burrow himself in the blankets of their bed. he wasn’t feeling well. he was nauseous and sensitive and too anxious to sleep. he might’ve gotten stuck somewhere? he might’ve.
today, though, as he sleeps through most of the day to regain what energy was lost, by full moon’s true day— he forgets there’s such a thing as a watch in his belongings. he doesn’t need to read the message, truly, his first instinct was to find mikleo as he stirred awake. his tongue is a blue tint now, flicking more than it does to catch his scent’s lead and follow. and so he follows, but a blatant shift in demeanor is palpable the closer they’d come.
eren doesn’t question what the maze is doing here, the commotion of witch and monster interacting— eren is more than willing to show off among them as he searches for mikleo’s final destination. shirt is off, to display scaled musculature, so much that he doesn’t need to do push ups to let people know he’s strong, and “i’ll beat the shit out of you”. his scales are bright, taking over most of his figure; the red and orange accents over black are just as much of a warning as they are a visual call.
he’s been panting, salivating the more he approximates, and when he does finally catch sight of mikleo waiting for him . . . oh, his thoughts are a raging mess. they’re incoherent but they’re ablaze. he can’t think straight beyond mikleo mikleo mikleo, the pupils to his slit eyes dilated and the chemicals produced from the seraph’s gaze alone— he can taste it all, and his own posture reacts. there’s a readiness to him that’s far more intense than the day they sparred and savored each other, and perhaps the times after that.
his attraction is on high, and even though they’re amongst many, to eren, it only felt like it was just him and his bonded, standing there. the rest could fall, crumble in front of their faces and he’d still be inattentive, hyperfocused on just one person and one thing.
eren shifts, a small tug in the way the muscles in his arms and legs pull and contract under scales, a tell tail sign that he was about to burst with movement any minute.
run, says his intent stretching out to mikleo, if not the light crouch his legs are in. ]
it was hard, maybe, to coax him out of the safety of his burrow under their cottage. a little effort and he’d crawl out in a peculiar fashion, only to burrow himself in the blankets of their bed. he wasn’t feeling well. he was nauseous and sensitive and too anxious to sleep. he might’ve gotten stuck somewhere? he might’ve.
today, though, as he sleeps through most of the day to regain what energy was lost, by full moon’s true day— he forgets there’s such a thing as a watch in his belongings. he doesn’t need to read the message, truly, his first instinct was to find mikleo as he stirred awake. his tongue is a blue tint now, flicking more than it does to catch his scent’s lead and follow. and so he follows, but a blatant shift in demeanor is palpable the closer they’d come.
eren doesn’t question what the maze is doing here, the commotion of witch and monster interacting— eren is more than willing to show off among them as he searches for mikleo’s final destination. shirt is off, to display scaled musculature, so much that he doesn’t need to do push ups to let people know he’s strong, and “i’ll beat the shit out of you”. his scales are bright, taking over most of his figure; the red and orange accents over black are just as much of a warning as they are a visual call.
he’s been panting, salivating the more he approximates, and when he does finally catch sight of mikleo waiting for him . . . oh, his thoughts are a raging mess. they’re incoherent but they’re ablaze. he can’t think straight beyond mikleo mikleo mikleo, the pupils to his slit eyes dilated and the chemicals produced from the seraph’s gaze alone— he can taste it all, and his own posture reacts. there’s a readiness to him that’s far more intense than the day they sparred and savored each other, and perhaps the times after that.
his attraction is on high, and even though they’re amongst many, to eren, it only felt like it was just him and his bonded, standing there. the rest could fall, crumble in front of their faces and he’d still be inattentive, hyperfocused on just one person and one thing.
eren shifts, a small tug in the way the muscles in his arms and legs pull and contract under scales, a tell tail sign that he was about to burst with movement any minute.
run, says his intent stretching out to mikleo, if not the light crouch his legs are in. ]
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- 2019-06-24 13:56 (UTC) - Expand[You know what's not fun? Waking up from a pretty terrifying dream, only to get another surge of terror through his bond as Eren wakes up.
Elliot would rather fret over Eren than think about his own concerns, so Eren will quickly be getting a call]
Eren? Are you okay?
Elliot would rather fret over Eren than think about his own concerns, so Eren will quickly be getting a call]
Eren? Are you okay?
[Mikleo had wandered for a while, numb but observant. This feels like... that fairy place, but it also reminds him sorely of Symonne's illusions. He hasn't thought about the nightmare seraph in such a long time but now, more than ever, he feels he must take her lesson to heart. So, he isn't trusting what he's seeing.
It doesn't make any sense, regardless. There are townspeople here, and ghosts, and other people, and Nerissa seems as confused as the rest of them. It's that little bit of abnormality that breaks the immersion, that convinces Mikleo what he's seeing isn't real. Is this some kind of omen? A warning?
And why does it look so much like Camlann?
He doesn't feel good, though, and that only gets worse the closer he gets to the Coven. Still, he needs to know where everyone is. And he needs to find his Bonded, in case he's affected.]
Eren? [He sees the Cwyld creeping out of the ruins and inhales sharply. Oh, fuck. Yeah, he doesn't feel good at all.] Eren!
[Maybe he's at the house? They don't live too far away, which is good, but this city looks basically leveled. Even if it's an illusion of a ruined cottage... This is too much like his wrecked hometown to feel good. Though he was able to walk through the destruction and the remnants of his human life without feeling too much attachment, he's alone now, and the oppressive Cwyld can overtake him like the the malevolence.
Gods, it hurts. He coughs a bit and staggers, only to catch himself against a bit of broken wall.]
It doesn't make any sense, regardless. There are townspeople here, and ghosts, and other people, and Nerissa seems as confused as the rest of them. It's that little bit of abnormality that breaks the immersion, that convinces Mikleo what he's seeing isn't real. Is this some kind of omen? A warning?
And why does it look so much like Camlann?
He doesn't feel good, though, and that only gets worse the closer he gets to the Coven. Still, he needs to know where everyone is. And he needs to find his Bonded, in case he's affected.]
Eren? [He sees the Cwyld creeping out of the ruins and inhales sharply. Oh, fuck. Yeah, he doesn't feel good at all.] Eren!
[Maybe he's at the house? They don't live too far away, which is good, but this city looks basically leveled. Even if it's an illusion of a ruined cottage... This is too much like his wrecked hometown to feel good. Though he was able to walk through the destruction and the remnants of his human life without feeling too much attachment, he's alone now, and the oppressive Cwyld can overtake him like the the malevolence.
Gods, it hurts. He coughs a bit and staggers, only to catch himself against a bit of broken wall.]
[ mikleo would have to look no farther, nor yell another word to hear a reply. the bloody twilight above them rings with a dragon’s cry: desperation, ferocity, all a strum like metal streaking across glass that wants but can’t in the time he desired.
his shriek pierces the winds again, and again, to signal how close he’s come. it, unfortunately, doesn’t come from the sky and murky clouds. gradually, it’s clear that he’s still on foot. feet that were no longer made for actual running, mikleo would see: the charcoal shaded lizard is grounded, occasionally beating his wings madly to get off the ground. the pressure of it all would fatigue his muscles, and leave him clumsily clawing at the earth with arm wings.
he’s too stubborn to stop though, and eventually flaps his arms again to gain more momentum to his hind legs, especially when he catches the seraph in his sights. the dirt doesn’t quake when he comes, and doesn’t match the size eren usually takes as a dragon. he’s actually more or less at mikleo’s height, or just a little taller, as he usually was.
it smells like rotten corpses, and blood, the witch blood is what makes him the most antsy, bounding to his bonded and lowering his head in an instant to prop him up from falling any further. it’d— have to be his entire skull, his snout isn’t big enough. ]
We need to go, we— get on me.
[ he’s still big enough for that. ]
his shriek pierces the winds again, and again, to signal how close he’s come. it, unfortunately, doesn’t come from the sky and murky clouds. gradually, it’s clear that he’s still on foot. feet that were no longer made for actual running, mikleo would see: the charcoal shaded lizard is grounded, occasionally beating his wings madly to get off the ground. the pressure of it all would fatigue his muscles, and leave him clumsily clawing at the earth with arm wings.
he’s too stubborn to stop though, and eventually flaps his arms again to gain more momentum to his hind legs, especially when he catches the seraph in his sights. the dirt doesn’t quake when he comes, and doesn’t match the size eren usually takes as a dragon. he’s actually more or less at mikleo’s height, or just a little taller, as he usually was.
it smells like rotten corpses, and blood, the witch blood is what makes him the most antsy, bounding to his bonded and lowering his head in an instant to prop him up from falling any further. it’d— have to be his entire skull, his snout isn’t big enough. ]
We need to go, we— get on me.
[ he’s still big enough for that. ]
[It was Elliot's second full moon since arriving in Aefenglom. While he was still a little nervous about it, especially among the monster arrivals who still refused a bond - he had better knowledge of what to expect. And with that knowledge, he was able to prepare.
Knowing his magic would be weaker the night of the full moon, he set up what spells he'd thought he'd need ahead of time. Some of them practical: healing spell scrolls, a necklace enchanted to make him immune to fire (friendly fire, his instructor had clarified, don't go thinking to pick a fight with a dragon now), some protection spells, heat spells, and water spells just in case. Some of the others? Well, they'd come in handy if Eren really was still in heat.
All these spells he stores on different scrolls and items, storing them in a flameproof bag he bought with lesson money. He picked up some clothes he'd be fine with losing, and packed another set in his bag for later. A few other odds and ends, and he it was safe to say he was good to go.
When the first full moon finally came, he could pick up on his Bond's pain. He knows the first night is the roughest, with all the physical changes happening. Last month, he had given him space, not knowing what to do. But this month... well, it felt wrong to leave his Bonded alone to suffer.
So he heads to where Eren is. It's easy enough to find the house again, and paying attention to the bond leads him to a hole in the yard-- Eren's den. He pauses, deciding what to do, before he decides that nope- it's still too cold out here to make Eren come up when he's already suffering so much. He calls out.]
Eren? I'm coming in!
[And with that, he kneels down and climbs into the hole, casting a simple light spell before he heads in to light his way. Man, it's more cramp than he thought it'd be. It was one of the few times he was thankful for his size- if he was much bigger, getting down to the bottom would be a lot harder - especially with the stray blade and -- were those bones?]
Aidios, Eren...
[He mutters to himself as he nearly puts his hand on the bone carcass of a rodent. He is so putting "clean and organize the dragon den" on the to-do list after this full moon is through. Right along with get himself checked by medics for any infections once this is through. Monster instinct or not, there was still sanitation, goddess.]
Knowing his magic would be weaker the night of the full moon, he set up what spells he'd thought he'd need ahead of time. Some of them practical: healing spell scrolls, a necklace enchanted to make him immune to fire (friendly fire, his instructor had clarified, don't go thinking to pick a fight with a dragon now), some protection spells, heat spells, and water spells just in case. Some of the others? Well, they'd come in handy if Eren really was still in heat.
All these spells he stores on different scrolls and items, storing them in a flameproof bag he bought with lesson money. He picked up some clothes he'd be fine with losing, and packed another set in his bag for later. A few other odds and ends, and he it was safe to say he was good to go.
When the first full moon finally came, he could pick up on his Bond's pain. He knows the first night is the roughest, with all the physical changes happening. Last month, he had given him space, not knowing what to do. But this month... well, it felt wrong to leave his Bonded alone to suffer.
So he heads to where Eren is. It's easy enough to find the house again, and paying attention to the bond leads him to a hole in the yard-- Eren's den. He pauses, deciding what to do, before he decides that nope- it's still too cold out here to make Eren come up when he's already suffering so much. He calls out.]
Eren? I'm coming in!
[And with that, he kneels down and climbs into the hole, casting a simple light spell before he heads in to light his way. Man, it's more cramp than he thought it'd be. It was one of the few times he was thankful for his size- if he was much bigger, getting down to the bottom would be a lot harder - especially with the stray blade and -- were those bones?]
Aidios, Eren...
[He mutters to himself as he nearly puts his hand on the bone carcass of a rodent. He is so putting "clean and organize the dragon den" on the to-do list after this full moon is through. Right along with get himself checked by medics for any infections once this is through. Monster instinct or not, there was still sanitation, goddess.]
[ you’ll never make him come up in this cold even if you tried.
the space wasn’t meant for those who were claustrophobic. the walls are oddly precise in the way the tunnels curve and straighten, or even fork into dead ends (you know you’re going to wrong way when more burnt leftovers appear— dead ends weren’t just to confuse intruders, but to trap them too). it was a maze, and maybe even a little difficult to imagine someone creating alone with a few tools and bare hands. but, it’s possible. completely possible.
eren hears him, awake and writhing into the bottom of the spiral tunneling with his vast array of blades and shards of broken things. there’s even paper down here that once cut him, wood chips with fine points and can lids. elliot’s presence is noted and accepted, but not met. he hurts, he’s huffing, sweating and trying to keep it together.
it’s just the first day, he has high pain tolerance (he’s lost limbs), what’s better is that he allows the changes to come with little resistance, and it certainly helps. still, he isn’t a veteran as mhairi was, and the pain had not become dull background noise. it was still crippling if he wasn’t properly distracted. ]
the space wasn’t meant for those who were claustrophobic. the walls are oddly precise in the way the tunnels curve and straighten, or even fork into dead ends (you know you’re going to wrong way when more burnt leftovers appear— dead ends weren’t just to confuse intruders, but to trap them too). it was a maze, and maybe even a little difficult to imagine someone creating alone with a few tools and bare hands. but, it’s possible. completely possible.
eren hears him, awake and writhing into the bottom of the spiral tunneling with his vast array of blades and shards of broken things. there’s even paper down here that once cut him, wood chips with fine points and can lids. elliot’s presence is noted and accepted, but not met. he hurts, he’s huffing, sweating and trying to keep it together.
it’s just the first day, he has high pain tolerance (he’s lost limbs), what’s better is that he allows the changes to come with little resistance, and it certainly helps. still, he isn’t a veteran as mhairi was, and the pain had not become dull background noise. it was still crippling if he wasn’t properly distracted. ]
Edited 2019-07-20 14:08 (UTC)
[ Yako knows it as soon as she's opens her eyes -- she's in one of those waking dreams again. The heat and ash in the air is instantly dizzying, making her cough as she puts a hand up to her mouth to avoid breathing in more of it than she has to. She checks herself over, reflexively: there's her frying pan, tucked at the small of her back into the leather belt pouch she's had made for it, and the knife Nel gave her is in her boot. Small things, in a dream, but they help make her feel more grounded in reality.
And if this is a dream ... she's likely not alone, even if she seems like she is, right now. She can already hear voices in the distance, but it's indistinct, so she cups her hands over her mouth and calls. ]
Hello? Is anyone from Aefenglom there?
[ Unfortunately, it's the forest that answers. With a splintering crack of wood, a woman steps out of a tree trunk, but ... something's terribly wrong. ]
And if this is a dream ... she's likely not alone, even if she seems like she is, right now. She can already hear voices in the distance, but it's indistinct, so she cups her hands over her mouth and calls. ]
Hello? Is anyone from Aefenglom there?
[ Unfortunately, it's the forest that answers. With a splintering crack of wood, a woman steps out of a tree trunk, but ... something's terribly wrong. ]
[ the nymph that imerges screams as loudly as the nature around them does: help. she suffers in her descent into blight, and what they (the nymph, the trees, the grass) yearn for is the heat that would purify their sick frames, even if they die: fire.
a dragon answers yako’s call immediately with a shriek that drags through the ashen orange sky, his inky black bat-like wings spreading like water would across a surface. he sticks out from the color, a shadow— and he sees, hears what’s happening and works fast to make sense of it. eren always delved so deep into dreams, enough that he’s almost never aware he’s in them.
the draconic shadow lowers, and lowers further until its flight comes to a glide so close to the forest’s floor. its thick black hide ignited with color from the chest to up its throat, like lava breaking through cracks of stone.
duck, the beast seems to say as he aims his sight just right, away from the girl but straying not too far from the danger, waiting for the perfect time to throw a blast into the infected trees and give him enough safe room to land.
one touch of that, and he’d probably fall ill faster than any other. ]
a dragon answers yako’s call immediately with a shriek that drags through the ashen orange sky, his inky black bat-like wings spreading like water would across a surface. he sticks out from the color, a shadow— and he sees, hears what’s happening and works fast to make sense of it. eren always delved so deep into dreams, enough that he’s almost never aware he’s in them.
the draconic shadow lowers, and lowers further until its flight comes to a glide so close to the forest’s floor. its thick black hide ignited with color from the chest to up its throat, like lava breaking through cracks of stone.
duck, the beast seems to say as he aims his sight just right, away from the girl but straying not too far from the danger, waiting for the perfect time to throw a blast into the infected trees and give him enough safe room to land.
one touch of that, and he’d probably fall ill faster than any other. ]
I asked around like I said I would. Both the Coven and Sully seemed to believe mimics were nothing more than myths. Though Sully's more willing to believe in the stories than the witches.
Also, some of my friends showed up.
Also, some of my friends showed up.
Eren.
Can you meet me by the pond tonight? My shift will be done then.
I have something for you.
Can you meet me by the pond tonight? My shift will be done then.
I have something for you.
[He needs... somewhere high tonight. And that's how Rean finds himself on the rooftops, not always landing gracefully as he leaps from one to the other. One particularly rose-bound house causes him to pause for a second, and sneeze noisily, but then he's quick to jump onto another roof and another, until he spies the top of the Bright Wall.
Yes, that looks high enough.
He doesn't even question it. He just needs to get away from everything, and so he wastes no time hopping his way from stair to outcropping to ladder to outcropping to-- you get the idea, until he's clambered all the way up to the top of the wall with his talons and his gumption, and then he's free. It's high, incredibly high, and the view is beautiful at night with the full moon blanketing everything. He breathes in, lets the wind sift through his feathers and tug at his jacket, and it feels like fingers through the feathery fluff of his hair.
He doesn't realize there's someone else here.]
Yes, that looks high enough.
He doesn't even question it. He just needs to get away from everything, and so he wastes no time hopping his way from stair to outcropping to ladder to outcropping to-- you get the idea, until he's clambered all the way up to the top of the wall with his talons and his gumption, and then he's free. It's high, incredibly high, and the view is beautiful at night with the full moon blanketing everything. He breathes in, lets the wind sift through his feathers and tug at his jacket, and it feels like fingers through the feathery fluff of his hair.
He doesn't realize there's someone else here.]
[ there weren’t enough trees in aefenglom— only one here or there being tended to in little personal gardens, yards or the occasional stray nearby the stream that weaves through the haven’s cottages. the end brings eren, lively and healthily feeding his instincts under the moon’s rays, to the bright wall. near the den he’s left open for easier travel, eren spreads his night’s findings to shimmer wildly, beautifully: blades, painted glass and shards of shattered ceramics lay across uplifted dirt, ready to be divided and taken into the safety of his underground spirals.
there’s someone else’s smell in the air that the wind brings. particles expose across eren’s flicking tongue, though he has yet to consider it a threat.
stay where you are, friend. eren may be more tolerant of his space tonight, but only if you don’t invade it. ]
there’s someone else’s smell in the air that the wind brings. particles expose across eren’s flicking tongue, though he has yet to consider it a threat.
stay where you are, friend. eren may be more tolerant of his space tonight, but only if you don’t invade it. ]
[Eren's been doing his fair share of muting the bond, but this morning it's Elliot's side that seems muted. Someone is trying to hide his internal screaming okay]
Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm planning to go to Dorchact.
Not expecting you to come if you don't want, just figured I should let you know since I'm not sure how the Bond will react.
Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm planning to go to Dorchact.
Not expecting you to come if you don't want, just figured I should let you know since I'm not sure how the Bond will react.
[Another month, another shared dream. At least this one had been actually pleasant. Almost a much needed reprieve from the horrors seen in Dorchacht every day. Reminders that there was beauty out there still. For the most part, Elliot couldn't help but feel grateful about it. It was so nice to see the sun again, even if it was only in a dream.
Except...there was one part that bothered him, even in the waking hours. Enough that he seems uncharacteristically distracted the day after. The feelings from the bond feel conflicted as well. A churning mix of emotions that felt confused to how they should feel.
What's bothering him though, he doesn't say right away. During one of their meet-ups in a secluded spot, Elliot still gave information he had gathered. He knew that was important. But today he didn't speculate as much, he kept his findings shorter, and there was clearly something on his mind.
Finally, when it seems like business is taken care of and there's a moment of quiet, he'll speak up. ]
Hey... T-This might sound weird, but...
Do you think it's possible ... for dead people to turn up as mirrorbounds?
Except...there was one part that bothered him, even in the waking hours. Enough that he seems uncharacteristically distracted the day after. The feelings from the bond feel conflicted as well. A churning mix of emotions that felt confused to how they should feel.
What's bothering him though, he doesn't say right away. During one of their meet-ups in a secluded spot, Elliot still gave information he had gathered. He knew that was important. But today he didn't speculate as much, he kept his findings shorter, and there was clearly something on his mind.
Finally, when it seems like business is taken care of and there's a moment of quiet, he'll speak up. ]
Hey... T-This might sound weird, but...
Do you think it's possible ... for dead people to turn up as mirrorbounds?
[ same, elliot. same. eren, while not completely detached, does seem more centralized during second half of the month. he says what he deems good enough to say, the rest is kept to himself— to plan, to align, to study, memorize and prepare for.
it’s easy to catch him silent after that, a hand to his mouth in deep thought while the other gathers dust, specialized, to throw over his shoulders to dry bathe himself. he could get in the water, with his enchantments, but feels the need to save for a special occasion. one that would soon involve a toilet.
the dragon doesn’t look directly at his bonded as he asks, not at first. he weighs the worry, and has two possibilities to offer him without an extra beat. ]
Saw someone?
it’s easy to catch him silent after that, a hand to his mouth in deep thought while the other gathers dust, specialized, to throw over his shoulders to dry bathe himself. he could get in the water, with his enchantments, but feels the need to save for a special occasion. one that would soon involve a toilet.
the dragon doesn’t look directly at his bonded as he asks, not at first. he weighs the worry, and has two possibilities to offer him without an extra beat. ]
Saw someone?
[From here]
[Her teeth were pointed and sharp, but didn't press to bite. She didn't mind when they knocked against Eren's, either. In truth, Kaede wasn't entirely certain what to do next. She'd never kissed someone this deeply before; her kisses had always been brief, gentle touches before she moved on to other things. This, though...this was quite nice in its own right.
Kaede broke the kiss first, breathing faster than before. She could feel his, too, each puff of breath warm against bare skin. The Chimera's eyes drifted closed, enjoying the feeling of her feathers being caressed, the contrast of plated, gentle hands passing over her sides. She arched her back against Eren's touch, a wordless request for more. More touches, more distractions. Fewer thoughts about a past she couldn't change and promises she'd broken.]
[Her teeth were pointed and sharp, but didn't press to bite. She didn't mind when they knocked against Eren's, either. In truth, Kaede wasn't entirely certain what to do next. She'd never kissed someone this deeply before; her kisses had always been brief, gentle touches before she moved on to other things. This, though...this was quite nice in its own right.
Kaede broke the kiss first, breathing faster than before. She could feel his, too, each puff of breath warm against bare skin. The Chimera's eyes drifted closed, enjoying the feeling of her feathers being caressed, the contrast of plated, gentle hands passing over her sides. She arched her back against Eren's touch, a wordless request for more. More touches, more distractions. Fewer thoughts about a past she couldn't change and promises she'd broken.]
[ he wished he could say nothing could go wrong when you follow your heart, but, well— that’s wrong, too. it wouldn’t apply to them, now, in either way you twist and turn to see a favorable angle. it just was and is and living it the moment it comes was eren’s priority now, with kaede. no promises were attached to this. in these moments, eren could feel freedom. freedom to express, to act, to feel— it wasn’t the freedom he had always sought, but it was a taste. a taste that would always be a challenge to reject.
it’s just so easy to help curve the arch of the chimera’s back to a slight lift of her torso. meeting her right breast with a hunch, wet lips purse against them, glide effortlessly to her tips as he leads her downward. into his hands at the small of her spine, or perhaps the ground if she leans far enough. he’d gently guide her to her whims.
hands do not stay in one place for long, especially not at her back when all she wants are his hands and so does he. his breaths a touch thicker and his colorful scales pointing the arousal blushing flesh would signal, eren kneads at the handful of flank he can grab in one place as the other clutches her hip, his claws dangerously scratching at whatever fabric was left on her, but careful all the same— his hands are large, fingers even longer to accommodate his wings. it isn’t his immediate intention for his thumb to be so close to the apex of her inner thigh.
the reaction in her part would be on her, but eren already seems to have one: an instant exhale and a rise of heat from his neck to the tip of his ears. ]
it’s just so easy to help curve the arch of the chimera’s back to a slight lift of her torso. meeting her right breast with a hunch, wet lips purse against them, glide effortlessly to her tips as he leads her downward. into his hands at the small of her spine, or perhaps the ground if she leans far enough. he’d gently guide her to her whims.
hands do not stay in one place for long, especially not at her back when all she wants are his hands and so does he. his breaths a touch thicker and his colorful scales pointing the arousal blushing flesh would signal, eren kneads at the handful of flank he can grab in one place as the other clutches her hip, his claws dangerously scratching at whatever fabric was left on her, but careful all the same— his hands are large, fingers even longer to accommodate his wings. it isn’t his immediate intention for his thumb to be so close to the apex of her inner thigh.
the reaction in her part would be on her, but eren already seems to have one: an instant exhale and a rise of heat from his neck to the tip of his ears. ]
( continued from here! )
[ shinjiro is very correct— eren’s the type to let his monsters loose. though he knows, for a fact, that there are plenty things that were different, and he grunts to it with a nod: the biggest difference is how they react to these circumstances. eren doesn’t condemn it, but he doesn’t blame the rest. they’re shaped by what’s around them. ]
I think we can pin more differences than not. [ it’s not a bad thing, either. nobody would want his difference and he wouldn’t want to share them. but as for the question, his lizard stare fixates— somewhere. he doesn’t know where, all while slowly pouring the remaining bit of water back to the fountain in a long, splashing stream. ] . . . I keep moving, even after that.
[ then, after an almost grim pause (but he manages not to make it so): ]
I’ll have to haunt a few people.
[ only high eren would say this shit and mean it at the same time because he really does gotta. ]
[ shinjiro is very correct— eren’s the type to let his monsters loose. though he knows, for a fact, that there are plenty things that were different, and he grunts to it with a nod: the biggest difference is how they react to these circumstances. eren doesn’t condemn it, but he doesn’t blame the rest. they’re shaped by what’s around them. ]
I think we can pin more differences than not. [ it’s not a bad thing, either. nobody would want his difference and he wouldn’t want to share them. but as for the question, his lizard stare fixates— somewhere. he doesn’t know where, all while slowly pouring the remaining bit of water back to the fountain in a long, splashing stream. ] . . . I keep moving, even after that.
[ then, after an almost grim pause (but he manages not to make it so): ]
I’ll have to haunt a few people.
[ only high eren would say this shit and mean it at the same time because he really does gotta. ]
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[There's a long pause after Eren's dead-serious-but-completely-stoned comment-- and then Shinjiro just laughs. It's short-lived and rough, but the way his l;ips curl up in something like a grin speaks to the earnest nature of it.]
Fuck, I can't think of anything worse than that.
[Being a ghost, that is.]
Sure, it sounds great at first, but they're gonna get used to you blowin' the curtains around and slamming cupboards closed around them. After a while you're just a shitty invisible roommate.
[Not to mention the lingering threat of eternity, which really sounds like an awful time to someone like Shinjiro, with his low-key romanticized idea of absolutely nothing after death and the freedom that it brings.
He stretches out slightly, head tipping back to look up again at the bright wall- and above it, where the stars are only faintly visible with all the magitech lighting around them, the rainbow shifting of the fountain right beside them.]
I think.... If I ended up going back and I wasn't dead for good... I'd hate it. Right when I finally finished with everything, had it all done, suddenly having to do even more. Pick shit up, live life or whatever. Fucking exhausting.
Fuck, I can't think of anything worse than that.
[Being a ghost, that is.]
Sure, it sounds great at first, but they're gonna get used to you blowin' the curtains around and slamming cupboards closed around them. After a while you're just a shitty invisible roommate.
[Not to mention the lingering threat of eternity, which really sounds like an awful time to someone like Shinjiro, with his low-key romanticized idea of absolutely nothing after death and the freedom that it brings.
He stretches out slightly, head tipping back to look up again at the bright wall- and above it, where the stars are only faintly visible with all the magitech lighting around them, the rainbow shifting of the fountain right beside them.]
I think.... If I ended up going back and I wasn't dead for good... I'd hate it. Right when I finally finished with everything, had it all done, suddenly having to do even more. Pick shit up, live life or whatever. Fucking exhausting.
( continued from here! )
[ looks like he could use an extra shot to sharpen up on his age-fu. bottoms up for eren, once again, and if viren still had an intact (or mostly intact) drink, he’d clink the glasses against each other and make his disappear. ]
Everywhere, for thousands of years. We were in the eye of the storm. [ by we, he means his people. it makes his head spin (that’s a joke). ] I still have to see a world that’s exempt, either.
[ he eyes viren then. the question came from somewhere. ]
[ looks like he could use an extra shot to sharpen up on his age-fu. bottoms up for eren, once again, and if viren still had an intact (or mostly intact) drink, he’d clink the glasses against each other and make his disappear. ]
Everywhere, for thousands of years. We were in the eye of the storm. [ by we, he means his people. it makes his head spin (that’s a joke). ] I still have to see a world that’s exempt, either.
[ he eyes viren then. the question came from somewhere. ]
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I suppose that's true. [.. there's usually something to cause conflict. ] I'm always sorry to hear of it, regardless.
[ it definitely #sucks, but all things considered, it's ultimately a meaningless apology.
particularly as he's distracted by that intriguing comparison -- viren typically thinks the eye of the storm to be calm, with chaos to surround it. he wonders if that had been purposeful, or if he's speculating too deeply on it. ]
Mm... There's been conflict, off and on. Katolis would be the largest and strongest of the human kingdoms, sharing a border with the enemy. They have assassinated our King, very recently...
[ so it's like, not great,, but,, ]
At the brink of all-out war. [ his expression pinches. ] Yet, even if others are familiar with warfare, not everyone seem to... understand, that concern.
[ it definitely #sucks, but all things considered, it's ultimately a meaningless apology.
particularly as he's distracted by that intriguing comparison -- viren typically thinks the eye of the storm to be calm, with chaos to surround it. he wonders if that had been purposeful, or if he's speculating too deeply on it. ]
Mm... There's been conflict, off and on. Katolis would be the largest and strongest of the human kingdoms, sharing a border with the enemy. They have assassinated our King, very recently...
[ so it's like, not great,, but,, ]
At the brink of all-out war. [ his expression pinches. ] Yet, even if others are familiar with warfare, not everyone seem to... understand, that concern.
A... a poncho?!
[ Please give Crow a moment to be horrified by this. ]
[ Please give Crow a moment to be horrified by this. ]
( continued from here! )
[ nothing is ever too personal when you agree to truth or dare with questions. we have a winner, though! levi being here is just is and it’s kind of weird! but manageable. he’s so close to asking another question, mostly about standards, but he holds it in. ]
They’re never perfect. [ homes. he knows that many homes weren’t as bad as this one. some were the same, generally, no real difference, and some were better. ] My home has its faults [ faults he can’t quite compare to this— different ball games, similar concepts ], but I still need to get back. [ not so much want as, yes, need. he uses only one claw to pick at one of his loose scales— they’re probably shedding for winter duration, and he’s also thinking of what to get louis to do, given the coin falls out of its destined target.
hm . . . something basic. he takes some glasses of punch, and holds them close to his antlers. ]
If you balance them through my round, you won’t have to do worse.
[ DEAL OR NO DEAL ]
[ nothing is ever too personal when you agree to truth or dare with questions. we have a winner, though! levi being here is just is and it’s kind of weird! but manageable. he’s so close to asking another question, mostly about standards, but he holds it in. ]
They’re never perfect. [ homes. he knows that many homes weren’t as bad as this one. some were the same, generally, no real difference, and some were better. ] My home has its faults [ faults he can’t quite compare to this— different ball games, similar concepts ], but I still need to get back. [ not so much want as, yes, need. he uses only one claw to pick at one of his loose scales— they’re probably shedding for winter duration, and he’s also thinking of what to get louis to do, given the coin falls out of its destined target.
hm . . . something basic. he takes some glasses of punch, and holds them close to his antlers. ]
If you balance them through my round, you won’t have to do worse.
[ DEAL OR NO DEAL ]
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[ He agrees. He needs to go back, at least at some point. But no responsibility, none of that constant stress and striving for perfection. It was gone here. Still, since arriving, he rarely let loose like this. It was hard for him to do, hard for him to fall into a point where he knew he could relax and take it easy. So for him, he needed to go back. He needed to take care of things there. Even if he wanted to stay here for awhile.
Louis seems to be processing Eren's request. Wait, balance on his antler? He can't say he's ever tried it, and with alcohol in his system. But this is the game, he notes. ]
On my antlers?
[ Well, that's something new. But, he doesn't want to do worse, so he'll try. ]
Alright, let's give it a try. I've never balanced things on them before.
Louis seems to be processing Eren's request. Wait, balance on his antler? He can't say he's ever tried it, and with alcohol in his system. But this is the game, he notes. ]
On my antlers?
[ Well, that's something new. But, he doesn't want to do worse, so he'll try. ]
Alright, let's give it a try. I've never balanced things on them before.
( continued from here! )
[ the intention had been two for each— but hey, the more the merrier. that leaves them with eight shot glasses being slid toward them. taking two, he splits them, one for him and one for the witch. ]
I can hold my liquor. [ he clinks his glass against her's, and is ready to down it when she is. the bartender offers some lemons, on a small side plate. they could take them if they want to. ] Can I say the same thing about you?
[ the intention had been two for each— but hey, the more the merrier. that leaves them with eight shot glasses being slid toward them. taking two, he splits them, one for him and one for the witch. ]
I can hold my liquor. [ he clinks his glass against her's, and is ready to down it when she is. the bartender offers some lemons, on a small side plate. they could take them if they want to. ] Can I say the same thing about you?
[There we go, a shot each. She clinks her glass against his, and raises it. She considers the lemon but...nah. Next shot.]
You can. I've been careful too, so I shouldn't get sick later tonight or tomorrow.
[She's been drinking plenty of water, she's eaten, she's been dancing, she's good. She takes the shot with a quiet 'cheers', and exhales through her nostrils. That was good and strong. Had to be an import.]
Shall we go down the line? After a bit of lemon at least.
You can. I've been careful too, so I shouldn't get sick later tonight or tomorrow.
[She's been drinking plenty of water, she's eaten, she's been dancing, she's good. She takes the shot with a quiet 'cheers', and exhales through her nostrils. That was good and strong. Had to be an import.]
Shall we go down the line? After a bit of lemon at least.
( continued from here! )
[ don't call him out like this. although, eren wouldn't have expected less of her. any attempt at swallowing is silenced with a firm press of his lips and bated breath, for a second and no more. it was rare for eren to fluster, mostly when more tender feelings were brought to limelight. he doesn't take long at all, to offer her an answer— he wasn't so stupefied, enough to seem like a fumbling child. ]
Just . . . Being yourself. [ that's. it. and with a shift of his legs, his lips part, sound has yet to come, and only then: ] Would you dance to that?
[ if she has the chance to learn, be a girl, the woman she is, then— why not offer it, right here and right now? ]
[ don't call him out like this. although, eren wouldn't have expected less of her. any attempt at swallowing is silenced with a firm press of his lips and bated breath, for a second and no more. it was rare for eren to fluster, mostly when more tender feelings were brought to limelight. he doesn't take long at all, to offer her an answer— he wasn't so stupefied, enough to seem like a fumbling child. ]
Just . . . Being yourself. [ that's. it. and with a shift of his legs, his lips part, sound has yet to come, and only then: ] Would you dance to that?
[ if she has the chance to learn, be a girl, the woman she is, then— why not offer it, right here and right now? ]
[ "Herself" was something she isn't so humble be blind to. There is a reason people follow her, people believe in her. Daenerys doubts herself like anyone with a beating pulse would — but she has grown to elevate herself above those concerns.
When his words come so plainly, her eyes lower and she lets a small sheepish smirk present itself to him in some apology. Teeth catch her bottom lip and she in turn looks as if she matches his almost out-of-character state.
The question comes simply and Daenerys does nod. ]
I would, if you have the skill to teach me.
When his words come so plainly, her eyes lower and she lets a small sheepish smirk present itself to him in some apology. Teeth catch her bottom lip and she in turn looks as if she matches his almost out-of-character state.
The question comes simply and Daenerys does nod. ]
I would, if you have the skill to teach me.
[Hey friend, you're getting an incense burner along with a variety of scents, a dark copper-colored scarf and a bottle of whiskey. There's also a small gift bag of homemade jerky!]
[In a rather amateurish-made box (look he tried his best but crafts are hard), is a bunch of assorted blades to add to his collection. Most of them are ones he found in pawn shops that he thought looked neat or sharp.
Next to the box of blades, is a good quality compass. So Eren can always find his way, no matter how far he goes.
He leaves these at Eren's lair. He won't make them anonymous, but he won't draw attention to them either]
Next to the box of blades, is a good quality compass. So Eren can always find his way, no matter how far he goes.
He leaves these at Eren's lair. He won't make them anonymous, but he won't draw attention to them either]
[The package left on his doorstep contains a plate of homemade cookies from Marie and a fresh lily flower.
“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]
“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]
[Looks like Eren's got a present! And that present is...looks like it's a giant rock! Well. Not quite.
It's been hollowed out somehow, and there are heating runes written all over it, some of it in blood. And with it, there's a note.]
Eren,
I would have loved to have made you a music box, but I've no idea how to make them. Maybe next time. Just remember in this year-you don't always have to be so serious. Enjoy.
-S.
It's been hollowed out somehow, and there are heating runes written all over it, some of it in blood. And with it, there's a note.]
Eren,
I would have loved to have made you a music box, but I've no idea how to make them. Maybe next time. Just remember in this year-you don't always have to be so serious. Enjoy.
-S.
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