The Creature Crossroads

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Hunched at the base of a small tree was the familiar shape of Eilos and his ridiculous hair. There had been no announcement of his arrival this time, although he didn’t seem like he was exactly trying to hide himself either. Something about his movements suggested he was insecure of himself, though, looking around and scratching at the back of his head a few times. Was this wrong? Should he just go ahead and tell her, or would it be for the best to stay quiet? Suddenly he just wasn’t sure if this was a good choice to make.

This is her land of course, so aside from the usual shenanigans of aggravating her he really had no business to be there without her aware of him.

She stood there behind him with a hand on one hip in a pale teal dress and little white lace gloves on her hands. A simple black pearl necklace around her neck and earrings to match. Fully bare feet in the patch of clover where they both were. Had she stumbled upon him as she was heading out somewhere? To a party maybe? Only she knew. Though he'd probably find out if he decided to follow her after this interaction.

What a sight. Unexpected, unwelcome, and so heartbreaking he couldn't bear it. This manifested in a tight clench of his jaw, but he maintained composure. As she thrashed, he'd gently shushed her in an urge to prevent more slight harm to whatever injuries she may have sustained. "It's okay- just me, just me."

The sun had fallen dark over the horizon long before he'd arrived, so there was no calling to her for healing. He was unaware of the time, even, so he quickly removed his heavy jacket to use as a temporary rag. Adrenaline and fear coursed through his limbs like shards of ice, resulting in hands so sweaty they were dripping in spite of the frigid temperature.

So, she still had enough wits about her to give him grief, which settled his nerves to a degree. Enough so to think beyond the shock, but his vision grew blurry when he took in the blood staining everything. Her iridescent scales decorated his fingertips in morbid beauty; they would fleck away with every gentle motion he would swipe at the wound. It made him feel so terrible and wrong, and a familiar dread crawled up to nestle into his chest.

Alongside her he shivered as well, though not from the snow--even if he was still cold--at the moment. Her gaze was only met for brief moments as he would break away repeatedly to look at the injury. It was hard for him to process her words right away as his own thoughts clouded his mind, but he would eventually speak.

"You have a way of introducing yourself, Gwen." He softly joked, but his voice was broken. A gentle, wavering smile thinly veiled a hurricane of emotions bubbling hot beneath his skin. "I don't know, I feel like it'd be a waste if I didn't have a fry up?"

They needed to get out of this snow and to a fire or heat source, but the wound was terrible and needed urgent treatment. Without even thinking about it much Eilos gathered Gwen into his arms, carefully.

It was a damn crime an asshole with an axe to grind about her had tried getting whatever payback he thought he was owed from her and ruined her good night.

"Well, not to toot my own horn or nothin, but I was a big name in Showbiz..... once upon a time." she gave a huff, was that a chuckle? It was likely. Very likely.

"And........ I still know how to put on a showstopper!" Her mouth curved up slightly from the pained grimace to a ghost of a cat-ish smirk. Just a taste of a lipstick smile that could send a mans' heart racing. Her face scrunched up in a pout though.

"At least feed me first.... goodness sake. Think I ....deserve a last meal before I become... a main course." Still joking, but she really wouldn't recommend it. Unfortunately she had it on good authority that the side effects and flavor weren't exactly worth the trouble of consuming Siren or Merfolk. Hence why Elios had found her bleeding. She wasn't protesting against him gathering her into his arms. The tone in his voice when he asked her WHO made her pause.