through the woods

So taking a swim when his body starts feeling hot has become a frequent part of his day. He usually just ignores the other people hanging out on the beach.

But someone being odd to a bird is noteworthy to say the least.

Conan watches for a bit, stripping down to his boxers so he can jump in the water but he can't just watch for long.

"Hey, man. You okay?"

"you have any idea where we're at?" vincent's eyes were traveling all around as he made his way towards the castle in the distance. he didn't have any inclination to go towards the sea at this current moment, so he figured that would be the best place for now. vincent and his new friend had stumbled across one another. he can remember in his past life he had flown through places like this almost effortlessly. his wings on his back flapping away as he manipulated the wind around him. and in his current one, he raced through streets and what not to deliver packages and letters in a almost supernatural speed. all while thankfully avoiding the police.

but walking through the woods? he can't say he's ever remembered doing something as mundane as this. "my feet are killing me." he whined.

"Hopefully someone knows what's going on. I'm missing my apartment right now. And my bike."

They'd found each other a couple miles back and decided company was better than being alone in the strange land. Especially when Conan's senses are on the fritz. He doesn't want that. If he has heightened senses that means the next full moon...

"At least the road's paved. Cobblestone is kinda nice looking."

even in modern times, barter systems were still present. "were you that fast that they felt the need to physically show you?" he chuckles softly, clearly entertained.

now that conan swims closer to him, at least he doesn't have to squint through the sun to see him. one thing that he misses from his old life is his pirate's hat. it served him well when it came to blocking out the sun.

still, he smiles softly as he looks down at the younger man.

"i never said that you did." he clarifies. "a captain, really." there's an important distinction in his book. "that's the plan. we're not going to be stuck here forever."

He winks up at the captain. Conan never really spent time by the docks so he wouldn't know many of the sailors. And he definitely would've learned about a captain that looks like that.

"Where are you even going to go? Based on the lack of any sort of tech, we're clearly not even close to Pellar's Town let alone that world. God, we're in a different fucking world how fucking crazy is that?"

　　there was a part within eloi that hesitated. he longed to find his prince, a prince whose face he could barely remember - ashton, however, was easily smitten by his dear friend, ever so smooth and charming in his own special way.

"Well, lots of reasons," Conan says. "I've been flirting with you for years now so it's not that crazy. And it's true. You're very pretty in firelight."

Conan looks back at the flames. Warm, comforting, barely contained. Just like him, he supposes. Or how he used to be.

"And you were always so comforting to me when I wasn't in control of myself," he says. "It's only fair I return the favor at least once."

　　"no, not like...england." the name rolled out awkwardly from his lips. all he knew was the kingdom of kehl, the only place he had known in his life. ulric, at least, for richard remembered to travel all across the us - a land that felt so alien now that he was back in the realm where he, ulric, belonged.

　　don had taken himself out of the conversation, circling a spot on the grass where he could lay down while his owner figured out where to move next. ulric's eyes fixated on the boy before him.

"It is Conan," he insists. That life is simpler. Sure he had his problems but he wasn't a monster. "Conan Laine. Baker, delivery boy, public nuisance to douchebags."

He looks up at the man. A man he knows but doesn't seem to know him. At least, doesn't want to know him how he should.

"And your Richard Hartwin. Nice farmer, good with animals, let's me flirt with him, a guy I definitely want to suck off."

He's being forward and crass because that's who Conan is. This is all he is.

circe, no-cyrus. ah, fuck this. cyrus/circe was livid. stomping his way off of the beach he washed up on after apparently being transported in the freaking water. he could have sworn he saw something as he pulled himself out of the water though. a tail as a body dove back under the water. his head pounded as two lives of memories clashed against one another, and cyrus decided to write it off for now. instead deciding to keep marching away from the water and hopefully somewhere were he can get a dry set of clothes and some fresh water to drink. god, who would have thought there would be a day where cyrus couldn't even do a levitation spell or something of the sorts? he cursed a freaking prince! although he supposed he was a bit out of practice after running the antique book shop and coffee shop.

"hello?" cyrus' head snapped up as he swore that he heard the sound of a footstep near him. his hand instinctively trying to draw magic that he couldn't do anything with right now unfortunately. he hated this. "someone out there? look, i'm not in the mood." he hissed out as a warning. his usual gentle demeanor covered up by how annoyed and frustrated he felt right now.

But Facilier and Samuel were patient men. Finding a solution will come when all the pieces are in place. Even if he has to nudge things as needed.

So finding a person washed up on the island's shore could very well be a piece of the puzzle. Or at least another mind to provide ideas.

Sam raises his hands, showing he's not a threat as he steps out of the shade of the trees.

"I'm not a threat, friend. Just another soul stranded. Look like you could use some help. Lucky for you, I'm a helping type."

He walks slowly to where the man sits.

"are you already signing me up to be your partner in crime without knowing what i'm capable of? that can be quite the risk for you."

not that scar is in any means diminishing is own talents. working with someone means that he'll either have to share his spoils or betray them at the end. so he's trying to size samuel up and see which category the man is going to fall into for him.

"that's good to know. what did your mother used to rule?" he starts walking closer to the shore this time. "you doubt our ability to get off this island, but sure. are you good with fire or collecting things? building a makeshift tent?"

enzi takes the fruit, trying to make his bite look bigger, and then hands it back to samuel.

Sam sidesteps the royalty question. He never knew what exactly his mother's lineage was and it's certainly not important to this.

"I don't doubt our abilities to get off the island. I doubt the powers in play would make it so simple. It's better we prepare to stay a while. Besides, look at that beautiful sunset."

He peers through the trees where the last of the sunlight is peeking through as it dips below the ocean. They may as well focus on spending the night here.

"I can handle camp. Think you can find some firewood? And if you find and catch a bird, it could help us."

Sam starts walking around the little space, picking up things he can use.

“you  make  it  all  sound  so  simple  mr.  baron.”  his  voice  was  soft  and  broken,  much  like  a  whine,  as  he  closed  off  the  distance  between  them  and  settled  to  sit  next  to  sam;  a  bit  closer  than  where  the  man  had  originally  motioned  for  him  to  place  himself.  “my  head  feels  like  it's  about  to  explode  and  i  don't  really  know  what's--  well,  what's  real  and  what  isn't;  what's  fake  and  what  isn't.”  he  explained,  his  gaze  lingering  on  the  fire  as  he  let  his  shoulder's  drop;  his  entire  posture  softenting  to  show  just  how  comfortably  he  was  around  the  other;  how  quickly  he  let  down  his  guard.  “if  i  trust  these  new  memories,  which  aren't  new  at  all,  then  i  know  we've  been  cursed  but--  but  that  doesn't  help  any  of  this  make  sense.  where  are  we,  why  are  we  here,  why  now?  do--"  bowen  paused  as  he  turned  to  look  up  at  the  other  man  with  hopeful  eyes.  “do  you  know  what's  going  on,  why  this  is  happening?  you  always  know  something  sam…”

"It isn't simple," he says, placing a hand on Bowen's thigh. "Magic is never simple, sugar. And unfortunately I don't know what's going on. It's going to take some time to figure out what."

He sighs and looks to Bowen, cupping his face.

"But it won't do to try and deny any of this is happening. Who we were in both lives could help us and we need all our wits about us is we're going to make it back to our homes. Whichever home that ends up being."

🌅 morning routine

at what time do they generally wake up?

do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it?

how many alarms do they need to wake up?

are they a morning person?

bathroom first or breakfast first?

do they take a shower to wake up?

coffee, tea, milk or juice?

sweet or savoury breakfast?

what do they like to have for breakfast?

do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they prefer to improvize?

do they spend a lot of time dressing up, fixing their hair and/or putting on makeup?

🚿 personal hygiene

how often do they take a shower/bath?

shower or bath?

shower/bath in the morning, afternoon or evening?

do they use specific perfumes?

do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?

do they have specific shampoos, conditioners and body wash, or do they go with a 3-in-1?

what's their go-to flavor when it comes to toothpaste?

🍕 food breaks

do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?

do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?

are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?

if they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?

do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?

do they tend to have leftovers?

how often do they get fast food?

how often do they go to restaurants?

🧹 chores

are they the one doing most chores in the house?

which chore is the one they dread doing the most?

do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?

do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?

do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?

🚗 transports

do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?

do they have any other kind of driving licences ( planes, ships, buses... )

do they own a car?

do they own a bike?

are they the kind of person who think of their car as if it was their baby? perfectly clean, not a scratch, almost overly protective of it?

do they use public transports? if so, do they like using them?

do they like going on trains?

do they like going on boats or ships?

do they like going on airplanes?

📱 phone

what phone do they have?

do they use specific ringtones depending on who calls them, or do they use just one for everyone?

how often do they check their phone?

do they keep their phone's audio volume on, or do they prefer the vibration or? or do they rather have it silenced?

how many apps to they have on their phone, give or take?

do they have games on their phone?

what's their background and lock-screen?

💻 social media

are they registered to any social media?

how often do they log in?

how many followers do they have?

do they follow a lot of people?

how easy is it for them to block someone online?

what do they tend to post online ( art, videos, just starting fights online... )?

did they ever get in an online fight?

do you think they'd have callouts about them?

😴 sleeping routine

at what time do they tend to go to sleep?

do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )?

how much does it take for them to fall asleep?

are they a light or a heavy sleeper?

do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?

do they dream often?

what kind of dreams to they tend to have?

do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?

do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?

what's their usual sleeping position?

he  was  lost;  losing  his  mind.  this  was  terrifying.  fumbling  around  like  a  newborn  fawn  in  a  world  that  felt  entirely  foreign  to  him  and  yet  somehow  more  natural  to  him  than  pellar's  town--  a  place  he  never  thought  he  would  leave,  so  it  was  a  place  he  never  thought  he  would  miss--  things  he  had  thought  were  mere  dreams  started  to  feel  like  memories;  fact  and  fiction  seemed  to  be  switching  place. and  then  he  shifted.  right  then  and  there. like  some  cosmic,  magic  sneeze. for  a  brief  moment  he  was  young  buck  again;  for  a  brief  moment  everything  seemed  to  make  sense.  he  could  taste  the  magic  in  the  air.  he  could  smell  it--  god,  the  things  he  could  smell.  he  could  feel  it  in  his  fur  and  it  felt  so  right.  for  the  first  time  in,  well,  forever  he  felt  like  himself  again. and  then  it  was  gone.  he  was  laying  naked  in  the  dirt,  his  clothes  next  to  him,  wondering  if  this,  too,  was  just  a  dream. getting  dressed,  his  hair  a  mess  and  his  eyes  wide  with  confusion  and  fear,  he  tried  to  find  his  way  towards  a  town--  towards  something  familiar. 

standing  in  the  mouth  of  cave,  he  began  to  worry  that  this  might  be  more  of  a  nightmare  when  he  stepped  on  a  twig  and  heard  a  voice,  a  familiar  one,  calling  out  to  him  from  the  shadows. one  day  he'd  learn  to  be  careful  what  he  wished  for. quickly  shuffling  into  the  cave,  slipping  on  the  rocks  but  catching  himself  before  he  fell,  his  chest  swelled  with  a  gasping  breath  as  his  eyes  settled  on  a  man  he  knew  from  home.  A  friend.  “Samuel?  S-Sam--  it…  it's  me.  W-what  are  you  doing  here?  What--”  he  hesitated  with  a  lick  of  his  lips  and  a  furrowed  brow  as  he  took  a  slow  step  towards  the  other  man.  “Do  you  know  what's  going  on?”

"It seems we've been caught up in a right nasty spell, Bowen. Come take a seat."

Sam pats the ground next to him, tossing some wood to make the fire bigger.

"We've been dragged to a new land, and it would seem this isn't the first time."

He looks down at his hand, opening and closing it, remembering the magic he used to control, winding between his fingers. And it's hiding from him for some reason.

eating an unknown fruit is bold. enzi doesn't know if he would have done that, so he nods silently as he looks at samuel. maybe that's a look into his character.

"is there much of a difference between a swamp and this island here?"

he moves his right hand over, shaking the other's hand firmly.

"a user of magic that can peer into the future? interesting. i'm scar, former ruler of the pride lands." doesn't matter that he was overthrown and not the rightful ruler.

He takes in the man, now closer. He can see a certain streak of royalty in his stance. He also recognizes the glint in his eye. The thirst for power that Facilier has seen in the mirror for most of his long life.

"A ruler? I'm royal on my mother's side," he adds with a snicker. "Now what do you say we find a nice spot to make camp? Just in case."

He offers the fruit, his bite prominent.

when there was clearly nothing of value to riffle through the clothes, lisandro stopped trying to find something. he still kept his hand on top of it though. mainly because he said that he would watch out for conan's valuables, even if they were fabric.

then, his eyes followed the other as he got comfortable in the water. it seemed cooling.

"i don't know if i would consider that a good business move, but each to their own i guess." he wasn't the other's manager, so he didn't get a say in that sort of thing.

as his legs dangled over the dock, he started to move them every now and then. lisandro felt restless and didn't know how long they were going to be stuck there.

Conan looks up and takes in the man, red shirt unbuttoned to show off tan skin glowing in the sun. Dark hair and strong jaw. His senses sharpen for a moment to really take in the beautiful man.

He swims over to tread water near the man, looking up with a hungry gaze.

"I never got a complaint with the tips, either," he adds. "So, you a sailor? Hoping to get a working boat and head out somewhere?"

　　the boy was visibly desperate, far from the awkwardly flirtatious youth he was used to see every time a delivery had to be made.

　　"hey, boy, stay put." ulric ordered don, the words escaping his lips as if he was used to it already. which was odd for richard even, as he had never seen the pet get that aggressive with the boy before.

"Great, awesome. Kingdom? Like England or..."

Or his homeland, where he grew up with his grandfather, caring for a farm instead of a bakery.

"Oh... fuck!"

He looks around, taking in the town around them. He doesn't recognize any of the architecture, not that he'd seen much from his home kingdom besides the modest village.