#kipulse

The first thing she noticed about the stranger were his golden horns.

Surprisingly, no one else seemed to notice them. People passed him by as if he didn't have horns jutting out of his temples. Niamh's curiosity was piqued. She wondered how rude it would be to go up and ask him about them - but she also knew he might be hiding them on purpose, just like how she hid her selkie features with a glamour.

Still, a selkie's curiosity was strong, and she found herself making her way towards the stranger in the little market. It was a good thing she did, too, because when he had turned to walk away, a pouch slipped from his belt and fell to the ground.

Valeriu could feel the energy swirling around the stranger, all too familiar, like a ghosting touch across his skin. Cloying, scratching, equal parts calming and irritating. He could not ignore it. And so, the fae circled the stranger much like a vulture, circling among the trees.

After a while of following, the fae drew closer, and closer, until he was in the branches just above the stranger, bright crimson eyes staring down. His expression was nearly unreadable, though the glint of curiosity shined through with a tilt of his head, his antennae following suit.

Eriko still did not understand what the anjin was trying to say at the best of times. But that did not matter. There were more pressing things than language barriers... namely, the dark entity at the edge of the forest, sniffing the ground with its red, slimy snout to find its next meal.

"Probably." She didn't find it so confusing, but maybe that was because she knew the man in life. "They like to hide in tall grass..." She looks down at the one in her lap, scratching behind its ears. If she had to guess, they just liked the warmth of his home.

one muse finds the other asleep somewhere other than bed and covers them with a blanket / their jacket

Niamh hadn't meant to fall asleep. She had been fretting over William all evening, keeping an eye on his injuries, worried about possible infection. He hadn't developed a fever, but his wound was deep. He'd been sleeping fitfully and she'd managed to get him to drink a little water here and there.

Her fatigue must have caught up to her. When she stirred awake, she was curled up beside William. Part of the blanket she'd tucked around him was draped over her. She smiled, reaching over to brush some hair back from his face.

↣ LEFT UNSAID, AS ALWAYS.

@ki-pulse doubled down 🂡 — !

Fuck, he feels every one of his centuries. Breathing like a bellows, blood dripping from his nose, William glares at Remy from where he's bent over, hands on his knees. "Try that again," he sneers, "You won't live long enough to regret it."

"Ain't de first an' ain't de last fella t' tell me dat." The grip on his bō staff tightens, its hot pink glow flaring brightly under his palms from the added kinetic energy.