#tresforks

      THEY CALL THIS PLACE THE PLANE OF THOUGHT.   cities of gilded steel and glimmering glass,  pitch black lanes divided by bright yellow lines,  odd absence of other species unlike the material plane.  fleur will never truly understand the planar system,  given that his schedule doesn’t even allow him to breathe through being swamped with work and madness inducing yellow journalism,  but he picks up what he can from talking to those that know of it.  he talks to lup and barry about the astral plane when it’s appropriate,  he asks taako about the ethereal plane on occasion,  and sometimes,  just sometimes,  he’ll hear angus reference a plane and get an explanation when it’s recognized that not everyone knows about the planar system.

speaking of the world’s greatest detective,  though.

it had been a rather rough week for him.  back to back classes,  rowdy students causing a fuss but getting things done after being reprimanded,  an upcoming case right after the one he just completed.  things aren’t perfect after the end of the world was fought back against  ( taken from the hands of fate and turned into a victory )  but that won’t stop him from making things right for people who need him.  it’s just-  sometimes,  even he gets too tired to deal with most things.

and his brother,  stubborn as he can be,  understands this.

however,  despite being as hard pressed for time as he is,  fleur offered his company and attention without a split second of hesitation to the response.  the moment the boy arrived in the near-mansion of a home,  he was gathered up into strong and sturdy arms without much more than a few footfalls on carpet as his warning.  there’s a bit of confused wriggling at first,  but after a look from fleur,  he stops fighting it,  instead choosing to rest his head against his brother’s shoulder.  or rather,  he tries to.

he soon finds out how comfortable his brother is,  remembering how he’s practically a walking heater.  there’s a quiet and alluring melody he’s hearing,  the voice of the mage carrying him resembling that of a siren singing of his deepest desire.  tension starts to slip from his shoulders and his eyes close,  the exhaustion starting to get to him.  he’ll thank fleur later,  perhaps worry over him for potentially straining himself,  but for now,  he thinks he’ll catch a few moments of sleep while being guarded by his maddened brother.

as angus falls asleep,  fleur smiles and kisses his forehead.

@tresforks​

   ‘  i  know,  ma’am,  but  so  is  stress,  so  it’s  a  healthy balance,  ’  offering  a  small  smile  as  he’d  glance  over  his   shoulder  towards  lup,  a  puff  of  smoke  passing  past  his   lips.  ‘  or  at  least  that’s  what  i  tell  myself,  plus  smoke   doesn’t  bother  me  that  much,  ma’am.  ’  

The girl ducked slightly more into the  hood of her cloak as she glanced over at the voice. She looked somewhat threadbare despite her actually well-mended clothes. One hand was hidden beneath her cloak as the other raised to the  edge of her hood .

“I, um... No, I don’t, sorry.” Her voice sounded genuinely regretful of this fact as she looked the boy over. There was a moment of hesitation as she tilted her head 

One of the most annoying parts of the rain is that she hadn’t been able to do anything to make her exposed skin stick out less than its usual blue-and-silver. Hence using the less-populated night streets to get where she needed to be. Even if it was sort of a mess and she’d heard some concerning rumors lately.

“Seems like something I should invest in, hm?” A  wry twist of her lips  as she glanced up the street again before she  seemed to focus on him more fully. “Uhm... Sorry I can’t help,  though....”

The Man was covered head to toe in Iron armor. The armor was cracked and scratched all over just like the shield that was located on his back. The Shield was the same size of the man, and had a weird symbol of some kind engraved on it. As for the man’s weapon? It was a sheathed sword that gave off a warm feeling, holy if you will. It was located on his side. It didn’t take a detective to know that this man was some kind of adventurer. Probably a Paladin of some sort.

The armored Giant gave a loud hearty laugh before flashing a big smile to the other. He scanned the boy from head to toe before noticing the other’s hand. He then crouched down the best he could, hoping to reach the other’s height. Unsuccessful of course. The Giant then reached out, taking the small boy’s hand into his. He then gave the boy a firm handshake before saying in a cheerful manner.”HAHA! NICE TO MEET YOU! I am Reinhardt Wilhelm! Paladin of Torm!” The Giant then retraced his hand before raising up to his normal height again.

          THE FEELING OF BEING denied was an unpleasant one but not something that couldn’t be worked around.  If the acts were being dropped,  the ranger was happy to get straight to business.  “ I merely asked as a courtesy. ”  At least she knew not to underestimate the child because of how young he seemed.  “  You can let me in the front door or I’ll find my way in.  I won’t disturb the scene.  I merely want an idea of what I’m looking for.  ”  Because she would find whoever committed the crime here.