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aefenglom2019-06-02 12:02 pm
sullenstallion) wrote in aefenglom2019-06-02 12:02 pm
♞ 1.
Name: dylas
Date: June 2nd
Format: voice
Hey.
[That’s it. One word. Dylas’ voice is low, like usual, but there’s something unsteady about it. Maybe it’s nerves from using the pocketwatch, a device he’s still not used to, or...well.]
I know people have been...changing. It’s, uh. Not great. But...do the changes hurt for anyone else? There’s this spot on... my friend’s arm that’s all grey, and it hasn’t stopped hurting ever since it showed up. Does anyone else have that?
I’m asking for my friend.
[He’s not asking for a friend.]
[OOC; Dylas is infected by the Cwyld after an encounter with some Shades. He’s been hiding it under his clothes, but now his arm is hurting real bad.]
Date: June 2nd
Format: voice
Hey.
[That’s it. One word. Dylas’ voice is low, like usual, but there’s something unsteady about it. Maybe it’s nerves from using the pocketwatch, a device he’s still not used to, or...well.]
I know people have been...changing. It’s, uh. Not great. But...do the changes hurt for anyone else? There’s this spot on... my friend’s arm that’s all grey, and it hasn’t stopped hurting ever since it showed up. Does anyone else have that?
I’m asking for my friend.
[He’s not asking for a friend.]
[OOC; Dylas is infected by the Cwyld after an encounter with some Shades. He’s been hiding it under his clothes, but now his arm is hurting real bad.]
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[He goes to lift his arm to run his hand through his hair, but at bending it the pain strikes him again. His ears flatten, and once more he winces, hissing a little at the pain that wrecks through his nerves. It's a display of weakness he's not happy to make in front of Konoe, but this where he's at right now.
He moves right onto his next topic.]
When do you want to go? In the morning, or...right now, I guess.
[When do you want to go, Konoe. Expectant eyes look to him for an answer and then fall to the floor, staring instead at Konoe's feet.]
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Right now, obviously!
[Everything about this frustrates him. Dylas' pain and borderline meek attitude; his own guilt in this. He hates himself for what he caused, but he can't bring himself to apologize - at least: not yet. One thing at a time.
He really wants to grab Dylas and pull him along, but he's worried that he'll hurt him, so for now, he curls his hands into fists, trying to hold back that urge.]
Or do you want to turn into a shade?!
[Yeah, this is definitely how you express your worries. Gold star.]
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[Dylas huffs and stands up straight, glowering down at Konoe. He can go to the Coven whenever, it doesn't make a difference to him.
He moves away from Konoe and over to the dresser against the wall. He pulls out a shirt with shorter sleeves, something he can put a jacket over. Konoe just tore up his shirt, and he's not going to go out looking like he was mauled by a wild animal.]
If I turn into a Shade, I'll just turn right back into me. I've done it before. Turn around, I need to change my shirt.
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How can you be sure that you can be un-monstered again when you don't know how it was done in the first place?!
[Calling horse shit. And also inventing words like unmonstering I guess.]
You turn around.
[... Okay, now he's just being petty and childish, but who honestly cares? He's angry and worried and for all he knows Dylas is all shadow-y everywhere under his shirt, too. It could happen!]
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[Except it's covering his upper arm and shoulder by this point, so it's clear he's been hiding this for a while. As best he could, anyways, but even he was starting to worry.]
I'm not that weak! And I know how it was done, dammit!
[He doesn't want to undress in front of someone else, but he's angry enough that he's not going to get too flustered about it. He discards his shirt, revealing the small scars that dot his arms and back. Nothing major, just normal scuffle scars from fighting monsters. He reaches for a black shirt with short sleeves that he can throw a jacket over.]
You're being dense.
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Then enlighten me. Tell me how it was done. If not -...
[His voice fails him suddenly, anger giving away to doubt and worry for a stupid horse who's as stubborn as a mule.
If Dylas doesn't tell him, then how is Konoe supposed to do the thing, if Dylas does turn?]
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If not, you'll scratch up my pants yet?
[He huffs. He. Hopes Konoe doesn't, actually, he doesn't want to explain the changes to his legs today, thank you. There are probably lewder reasons to be concerned about someone clawing up his pants, but he's not in the mood to think about that right now. He stares at Konoe, then turns his head away a little. Being honest is hard.]
It's because those Shades made me bleed. That's what the person on the phone said. That's how it happened, so if I don't let it happen again, it won't be a problem. I'll have to hit harder next time.
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[Actually, maybe don't answer that. And while you're at it, please ignore the way Konoe is as close to bursting into tears as he is to kicking Dylas' ass. (Not that he'll do either, but it's a close thing all the same.)]
...
[It's a clear enough answer: Konoe can't complain about that. But how are they supposed to avoid being made to bleed in a fight? They won't always be able to simply avoid confrontations with Shades, either - not unless they want to hide in the city for the rest of Goddess knows how long. That's something Konoe refuses to do, both for practical reasons and out of stubborn determination. Given that, he can't exactly tell Dylas to behave any different, either.]
... Just be more careful.
[Konoe is just going to study abjuration like a madman, as well as anything else he thinks can help protect Dylas.]
that was supposed to be 'next' not 'yet' fuck my life
[He can't believe Konoe has the audacity to tell him to be more careful when Konoe was the one who left him to fend off the Shades. In his own recollection of events, if he'd run, they'd have gone after Konoe next. What was he supposed to do? One thing remains that he's absolutely sure of—he's glad it's him with an infection and not his roommate. He wants to be supportive with one hand, and he wants to push Konoe as far away as he can with the other. He'll invite him to the Coven with him, but he'll lash out at him at the same time.
It's the only way Dylas knows how to deal with people.]
I won't let it happen to me again.
[Famous last words, considering he gets infected again later in the month, but you know what? Whatever. He pulls on his shirt and looks at his arm. Part of the infection is showing visibly, peeking out from under the sleeve.]
Let's go.
typos happen to all of us, they're like farting for your fingers
... At least put your coat over it before you go outside.
[That was the plan anyway, probably, but Konoe can't resist the urge to say it. He's not sure how people will look at Dylas if they notice the infection, but he knows it won't be good, and Konoe doesn't want to deal with the anger he'd feel at that.
He's not sure he wants to keep looking at the infection himself, either.]
wow I never want to hear you say that again
[Is Mother Cat nagging him, or is there more meaning to what Konoe is saying? Dylas doesn't know. If he had to guess, he'd figure that Konoe doesn't want other people to see it. Hell, Dylas obviously doesn't like looking at it. Just the feeling of fabric resting over it leaves him wincing with one eye until he gets used to the feeling.
He starts walking. To the door, to the top of the stairs. He can listen for whether or not Konoe is following him, he doesn't need to watch him or call after him like he's a kid. Dylas stops at the top of the stairs to let Konoe down first.]
Does it bother you? That I'm not going to be a Witch?
[He's.
Not entirely sure where that question came from. He looks to the side.]
don't hate me because i'm beautiful, because i'm not. hate me because i'm always right, instead
That question comes out of nowhere, and Konoe is sincerely confused by it, pausing at the top of the stairs before making himself continue to walk down them. This is a mission to get Dylas healed, after all.]
Why would that bother me?
[He really doesn't get it. Why would he want Dylas to be a witch?]
i hate you because i can
Predictably, he's less committed to this conversation.]
Forget I asked. It's not important.
[Which, of course, means it's very important. Dylas is a little scared, a little anxious, a little pissed off all the time now because he's going to be a monster again. He hides it, but it's there.]
😿
If it wasn't important, you wouldn't have asked, right?
[He can't make Dylas tell him, but that doesn't mean he won't try to nudge him in that direction.]
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[He's going to brush it off just like that. Next, he's trying to distract Konoe by teasing him. Push with one hand and all that.]
You ask more questions than most. How's a short cat like you end up so full of questions, anyways?
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[Dylas rarely says anything insignificant, Konoe has found - but it's whatever. You can drag a horse to water, but you can't make it drink, etc. He's doing his best (or at least making an attempt) to understand Dylas, but that doesn't mean he can force the guy to spill his guts.
That's fine. It's Dylas' own dumb choice.]
I'm not short! This is a perfectly normal size for my species of cat!
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[He feels guilty, being defensive over a distraction he created himself, but Dylas is better at talking like this. Defensively. Bickering. It's easier to talk like this than it is to be honest about how scared he is about a lot of the things that are going to happen to him from here on out.]
Just the other day I asked you what you wanted for dinner, short stuff. The cats back home are at least this much taller than you, by the way.
[He holds his hand a good few inches above where Konoe's is. He's absolutely lying, and Konoe would know there are no cats like him where he's from.]
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[Is he going to respond to every little thing Dylas says, shooting them all down individually? You betcha. Grumpy cat is grumpy - and honestly, he'd rather keep himself busy defending himself from Dylas' stupid accusations than worrying about the man. Horse. Whatever.]
Since when did your world even have cats?! If they're that big, they're a different species anyway!!
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[This is really how it's going to be. It's probably not the healthiest way to get anything done, but at least he's doing something about his arm. He pauses long enough to put on his jacket. Like before, he winces just at the feel of clothing settling over the wound. Fuck this infection.]
Well...I'm not saying my world has cats. But if it did, they'd be taller than you.
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[It must work, this way of treating each other, because Konoe doesn't even feel his heart shatter when Dylas winces in pain anymore. So clearly this is a healthy, normal emotional relationship they have.]
Sure, everything is bigger where you're from. Especially the stupidity!
idk I guess we should handwave the rest, I don't want to thread out a Coven visit
[And off they go, bickering into the night?]