#threads.elijah

It wasn't super common for Emrys and Eli to be the only two rangers at their tower, and less common for them to be stuck in the tower with some sort of bird-creature-thing, but here he was. Emrys hated birds. He would swear it was a rational fear, the things carried disease and had sharp claws and shit, but really it just made him scared for no really good reason. The sound of flapping wings in one corner of the station had him wincing, stepping backwards a few steps, though he was still upright and trying to look like he was helpful. "Could you get the fuckin' thing already?? How the fuck did it even get in here???"

When Gideon had decided to take a walk, he didn't think he'd actually have a chance to run into Elijah out and about. It wasn't something he'd mentally prepared himself for, and so it was all too easy for him to be surprised to see the other. And in that surprise, he was quick to let someone else come forward to speak for him, all too willing to take a backseat, dissociate for a bit. "Elijah! How are you feeling?" It was Gideon's voice, Gideon's face, but calmer for sure. Not as twitchy or nervous.

"I don't really know how to do this, because I've never had to do it before or anything, but I think I'm supposed to threaten you or something? Like if you hurt my sister, I'll hunt you down?" Gideon said it like a question, not a statement, which really wasn't the most threatening of ways to pose it all. "I'm not very violent, though. I guess I know violent people who could help me out," he shrugged a shoulder. "She's a really good person, but you probably already know that."