moved!

FOR  A  MOMENT  ,  the  young  song  teller  says  nothing  ⸻  he  merely  sits  by  adonia’s  side  ,  shifting  the  blades  of  green  grass  ‘neath  his  leather  boots  gently  in  contemplation  .  if  there’s  anyone  who  probably  feels  lonely  ,  it’s  adonia  ,  who  looks  as  though  he’s  a  far  ways  from  home  ⸻  both  similar  to  him  and  yet  different  enough  for  him  to  know  they  are  not  the  same  .  kylan  cannot  help  but  feel  a  tender  admiration  for  the  other  ;  and  finds  himself  wondering  what  is  more  torturous  :  to  be  so  alone  ,  or  to  be  surrounded  by  people  who  don’t  want  him  around  to  begin  with  ?  both  feel  equally  empty  .

❝   we  should  run  away  ,  you  and  i  ,   ❞  comes  the  sudden  declaration  as  he  lifts  himself  to  his  feet  ,  looking  out  towards  the  direction  in  which  the  black  river  flows  ,  no  doubt  leading  all  the  way  to  the  silver  sea  eventually  .  not  that  he  wishes  to  be  a  coward  ,  but  he’s  not  sure  sami  thicket  is  where  he  belongs  to  begin  with  ,  and  having  one  other  person  he  can  trust  doesn’t  seem  entirely  unappealing  .  ❝   the  people  you  knew  …  whatever  happened  to  them  ?  can  you  not  find  them  ?   ❞

Well, this was certainly different! The dirt roads have been replaced by things Adonia cannot quite understand, and with that comes the curiosity that resides within all of us. The tall buildings, the mysterious wheeled boxes. How buildings spiraled up and up, to the point that it was dizzying to look upon. He kept to the safe side of the streets, ignoring the glances he attracted. The Feywild connected to everywhere, and time was not a constraint either. Past, present and future were merged under the weight and purity of magic. So it was not unlikely that Adonia would find himself in a place where he should not be, when he should not be. Perhaps this is simply how the clock ticks in this world, setting itself apart with strange magicks. Perhaps this normalcy would be found elsewhere, under different circumstances.  

These were things to be understood and accepted, not questioned. Curious gaze follows a shop selling weirdly crafted clothes, and then to the people around him. Elves like him were certainly not present, were they… 

Since the adults were too evasive and decided not to pay this extremely tall man with odd eyes and even odder hair, his approach should be changed. It would be simple enough to return home, but then what would become of his many questions? Adonia fights to not let them simply drift away in the wind, and approaches a small child. There is an obvious mental note to the weirdness of their clothes, and that unconsciously brings a smile to the man’s face. Figuring it would be uncomfortable for them to look up for so long, he crouches right next to Yumeno. His tone is amicable, and he makes sure to display to them that he means no harm. 

“Huh? A cold? Me?” She brings a hand to her flushed face, the back of it felt warmer than usual, and while she knew the assumption to be true she instead shrugs it off with a laugh.

“No way, that can’t be true! You’re just imaging things. I don’t get sick that often. Guess the warm weather made my face just a tiny bit red. Trust me, I’m fine! Now, what sort of help did you say you needed again?” 

“Someone once told me stupid people don’t get sick, you know. So it is surprising to me that you look like you are about to fall over.”

Ran’s tone is more threatening than joking, but it is very obvious that he does not mean it. A part of him does want to just drag this very foolish woman to bed and just make sure she gets some rest, but he is fully aware of how similar they are when they get like this. 

Fake it until you make yourself believe your lies are the truth so you don’t worry others. So it is way better for others.

“I was going to ask something, but it is not important. Do you really need me to carry you to bed? You are an adult, or do you want me to embarrass you in front of other people that much? 

If you want to lie so much, at least prop yourself against a wall or something. So?”

He is concerned, that much is clear. He extends one hand, offering a more amicable way back to her chambers. It’s either that or he is picking Zelda off the ground. One of the two. And she cannot say no.

Picking Adonia for this one.

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“You could have used that big head of yours to figure it out before jumping in front of me to protect me. I do not need this kind of stuff. I am more than capable of protecting myself on my own.”

Equinox’s words are harsh, but it is impossible to not notice the poorly concealed concern. It is also very obvious how he did not expect Ryu to simply throw herself in front of an enemy to take a blow meant for him. Being surrounded and outnumbered was nothing new, but to have to look out for someone else was. Nox was accustomed to doing things alone, and it was easier than protecting someone. 

His expression is a mix of concern and anger… and something else. Something that he probably does not quite know how to describe, himself.

“I’ve lived long enough to know there are battles I should not take. Don’t be reckless. Next time you might not be so lucky. Now sit down.”

He wastes absolutely no time in pushing Ryu back down onto the ground, kneeling next to her with an expression that made clear how pissed he was. Instead of scolding her further, he raises both of his hands. Now his annoyance is not directed at her, but at himself. Magic is difficult. It is impossible. It was not like that before, but now even something that was so simple is another grueling ordeal. Nox figures out where the bleeding is more intense, and concentrates on that spot. His hands light up, warm and nothing like him. A horrible reminder of what he once was. But it is enough to stop the bleeding and close the wound, as much as he concentrates and seems almost in pain. The threads of magic do not seem to exist, so Equinox turns to himself. Uses a fragment of his own long life to prolong hers. 

“It should be enough for now… but not enough for you to go around running like a maniac like that again. I’ll be fine. You go see a doctor after this, or someone who can take care of you. Whatever you and your people do.

Smells like... fish, stubbornness and a good friend...!!

“Ah, Miss Dimitrievna! I am sorry, next time I should maybe pick you up instead of entering through ‘less traveled’ means.”

Adonia sounds entirely amused, and perhaps he should find a way to make it easier for her to traverse to the Feywild. But the mischievous part of him enjoyed this little dance, this much unusual exchange between them. 

“Certainly my kids would not mind fetching you when needed, provided you can entertain them a bit. They have grown quite fond of you, more so now that... they are aware of your current condition.”

They would not be ruthless to her, of course. But to have someone that they could play and could forget about how fragile people were for a bit was a bonus. They would never go too far, of course. They fear their parents way too much. His smile widens as he extends his hands, waiting for the delivery.

Which is vaguely unsettling, considering exactly what he is talking about. But he had always been a strange man.

❝ being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain. ❞   @againthemartyr​​​ ( nier )   //   more prompts for your feels

❛   𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑,   𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕,   𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑   𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜   𝚊   𝚕𝚘𝚝   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝   𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.   ❜   kainé   says.   shifting   her   weight   to   one   hip,   she   turned   her   gaze   away,   trying   not   to   scoff   at   him   too   hard.   this   was   coming   from   a   place   of   care   (   or   something   along   the   lines   of   it   ).   she   knew   this.   but   still,   it   didn’t   stop   her   from   wishing   he’d   shut   the   hell   up.   ❛   𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜,   𝚖𝚢   𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜   𝚐𝚘𝚝   𝚖𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚏𝚊𝚛.   ❜

   …   𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭   𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬…   𝐨𝐫   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥   𝐢𝐭   𝐢𝐬   𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚    𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝    𝐭𝐨   𝐬𝐚𝐲.

Nier is not unaware of how kindness hurts, or how kindness seems to burn your skin sometimes. This is how Kainé acts, and he does not hold it against her. He never will hold it against her. He does wish she would listen, sometimes. The smile he lets out is somewhere between understanding and awkward, not budging. Not backing down. She probably knows it, too. 

“But it is not that wrong to ask for help sometimes, is it? You know I have your back. Emil would agree, too. Even Weiss. Though he might not agree with me on this one.”

His words mean to comfort, to cross the gap between them. The one Kainé puts up, the one Nier can only stand and look. If she was mad at him, she would do more than to simply stand there. That is how she always was, and this is also a side of Kainé he admires. Despite his tired expression, he smiles. There is much on his mind, and he could benefit from taking his own advice. 

They both know he will not. It is much easier to offer a helping hand than to accept it, easier to turn a blind eye to the myriad of wounds that reside deep within his soul. Nier hides the ugliness behind it, behind his incessant desire to move forward. Neither of them can afford to stop. And she is human. Kainé is human. Of course he wants to help her.