The upside down one surrounded by thorns it is. I will be there shortly.
[And by 'shortly' he means the time it takes him to slip out of his silk pajamas and into his linen day clothes. All and all it takes him about 20 minutes to change and get himself to Caedra's home.
[Long enough for her to move her stacks of writing from the living room and get the not-quite-coffee brewed and reflavored with a few quick castings of prestidigitation. She's getting quite good at improving the stuff that she finds in the shops even if it still isn't quite real.
So she goes to get the door with the smell of coffee thick in the air.]
Organs! Your housemate must be an unusual one for your kind.
[Though not so unusual for her kin. She closes the door behind him and motions for him to follow as she turns toward the living room with its attached kitchen.]
Coffee? I don't have sugar but I can sweeten it if you like.
Oh he is. But he is also a very impressive man. I am grateful that he has let me live with him.
[And even more grateful that Newt has not yet decided kick him out. When they first made their arrangement, Newt had made it very clear Semiyon would only be there on a temporary basis.
[She's almost curious about Semiyon's housemate, because organs and death-scented candles?? But she didn't invite Semiyon over to talk about someone else and so the curiosity dies quickly.
Instead she grins and pours Semiyon a cup of coffee, and then one for her as well.]
You certainly do. Here, let me know if this is too much or not enough.
[She summons her blade, just as a short palm-length knife to use to channel her spellcasting as she says a few words and makes a simple gesture over the cup set to the side of hers. All the flavor of sugar with none of the calories? Prestidigitation would be the dieter's dream. She of course simply appreciates the function of the spell, and aims for something quite sweet, recalling how fond he was of that intensely sweet treat he had shared with her at the feast.]
[Semiyon watches in interest, reaching for the cup when she has finished her spell and lifting it to his lips for a taste. As he swallows, he hums in approval.]
[His brows peak when her arm slips through his but certainly he's not about to complain. He's always been tactile by nature.]
I'd have to agree with you. And also, I'd have to offer a toast to you, in thanks for your getting me home when my legs failed. If not for you I'd have simply been a pathetic old man on the floor. You have my deepest gratitude.
[It's funny - he's not what she would normally consider her type, as far as she knows it. But he's charming and yet ruthless in a way she finds comfortable and familiar. It's bittersweet, for with that familiarity comes a deep heartache. Semiyon is no Amamot, but she has always know the reason she feels drawn to him, once she began speaking with him regularly.
She smiles as she takes a seat alongside him - closer than usual. And she sips at her coffee, enjoying the words of thanks.]
I know I come across as heartless and cruel to most here and I admit it's deserved. But even so, I couldn't leave you there. You're not like the rest of them. So, a toast, then. To both of us.
[The closeness doesn't go unnoticed but Semiyon doesn't read much into it. Perhaps the couch didn't have ample space for her to sit at any other distance.
Regardless, he returns the spirit of the toast with a silent gesture before sipping his coffee again]
Some qualities others find difficult to properly appreciate
[That is certainly more direct, and Semiyon cannot pretend that it doesn't seem to suggest something, but he also simply finds it hard to believe that Caedra might, well, view him that way. Perhaps he is just unfamiliar with the ways of demons. Perhaps they are more openly affectionate with one another? Some are...
...After all, he himself has a penchant for cheek kisses and arm holding with friends.
So for the moment he does not wish to make a rush to judgement. So he smiles at her]
I am touched that you should think so. I must say that I return the sentiment. You have made my time in this place immensely more worthwhile.
[Is he really not getting it, or is he trying to be a gentleman? He does the latter so well that it's hard to say. Well, then - so be it. She sets her cup on the coffee table and turns halfway in her seat toward him with an eyebrow raised. Her breasts press against his arm as she slides her hand over his leg to the inside of his thigh with a playful smile.]
Semiyon. You're very charming, but you don't need to be quite so dense. I like intelligent men.
[It is a near miracle that Semiyon's cup does not go flying with the way his spine snaps straight like a whip the moment her hand drifts.
There is certainly nothing ambiguous about her intention anymore.]
C-Caedra!
[His free hand drops to gently but firmly stop hers should it think to venture any farther and his other hand moves to set down the mug of coffee before he makes a mess]
I'm afraid there's a bit of a misunderstanding
[Semiyon cants his head towards her, brows furrowed]
You are a very beautiful woman, Caedra, but I am afraid my tastes are...well...a bit different...
[His sudden reaction makes her break out into laughter. Her success rate these past few months has been lower than expected but these poor humans are so easily flustered that at least she can find some entertainment in being shut down. Some of her kind would not take rejection so casually but she doesn't seem bothered. She leaves her roaming hand where it is, trapped by his, but sits up to put her coffee down as well - luckily maintaining her grasp on the thing when he shot straight upward like that.]
Oh? Do tell, before I start guessing.
[Because she's seen it all, where she's from, and preferences among her kind, when there is a preference at all, have such a broad range. He seems slightly ashamed, too. Perhaps he likes them fat, or of a certain race, or very young. Humans seem to be concerned about all sorts of things.]
[Fine, fine, she'll withdraw her hand and just lean against him. She too enjoys casual touch and hasn't gotten nearly enough of it since coming here - but there aren't many she likes well enough to seek it out.
She is a little surprised at his explanation though, and raises an eyebrow at him, but only because that seems like such a trivial thing to her. The tanar'ri rarely have a consistent sex or gender throughout their lives if they live long enough to undergo transformation, and the most powerful among them are able to shape themselves at will. Even she can do so, for a short time.]
Right, I - oh, you poor mortals. I forgot that so many of you prefer one or the other so strongly. And some cultures actually care about which you like, isn't that right? I've heard about that.
[She shakes her head and leans forward to reclaim her coffee now that she has her hands to herself.]
Actually, I think my grandson is the same way, so you're in good company. He's such a sweet boy.
[He somehow looks years older with just those few words, his usual mirth draining from his face for a moment]
If not for that one simple fact, my life would have been very different. Humans are very fickle, we find value and meaning through defining who should not be valued and rarely stop to acknowledge that those things we are choosing to determine someone's worth are trivialities. More often than not who someone chooses to share their bed with takes priority over things like intellect and skill.
[He smiles again then, though it is strained, and lightly leans his head against hers]
It is perhaps for this reason humans progress so slowly.
[It's nice to rest against him. She clearly doesn't mind his admission at all, and even though she generally lacks the sort of empathy that these creatures associate with close contact, for her it's just pleasant to feel someone else's touch, even if it's just platonic. She's always been a very physical person.]
In most of Arneth, where I've spent a lot of time, it's perfectly acceptable for people to marry across races. Or - no, species, I think, might be the term I've heard here, to avoid confusion. I mean to say that if a dragon can fall in love with a human, why should it be any concern if two humans of the same sex want to be intimate? And elves - some of them can decide to be female one day and male the next.
[See, so it's not even just the tanar'ri who find the whole prohibition on same sex relationships sort of backward. There are some cultures that are very restrictive - dwarves, for example, she's heard they put a lot of stock in tradition and maybe they're more likely to make arbitrary bans on romance.]
I may not care much for most of your kind, Semiyon, but they're not like that everywhere in the universe.
[The more he learns of other worlds, the more he cannot help but feel stifled by the limited, narrow ways of the Earth he comes from. Perhaps, part of him wonders, that is too unfair a judgement to pass on it what, after all hadn't he had love and comfort and beauty in his life? However the other part of him just as eagerly reminds him that he's never been given much reason to feel otherwise and that that love and comfort and beauty had always come with an expiration date attached.]
So tell me, Caedra. Is there anyone of special interest to you? A partner? A husband or wife?
[She smiles a bittersweet smile at that question. It is, of course, the main reason she wants to return home so desperately. Any other tanar'ri might be content to wreak havoc here for as long as they stayed, but not her.]
We don't marry. Marriage is a contract, and my people have no interest in something so binding. I do have lovers, both here and at home, but mostly that's just for fun. There is one, however... The ruler of the portion of the Abyss where I reside, actually. He is Lord Amamot Nisariel, and I love him dearly.
[And it feels good to say so. There is so much she keeps to herself here.]
[She's mentioned the Abyss before but only now does he realize he's never actually asked if only demons reside there or if there are other beings as well.
He then shifts, expression turning more mischievous with one arched brow]
[And the fondness is evident in her voice, with how it softens at his mention. Some day - soon, if she has her way - she will be in his arms once again.
But she catches that look and giggles a little, unable to help herself.]
He's gorgeous is how. So strong, and so tall, with all of these elaborate tattoos. And he's quite young still. Full of energy and so willing to learn new things.
[The grin shifts to a smirk for a moment before she reaches for her drink to finish it off.]
[Yeah she's super smug and not afraid to show it. She leans forward to replace the now-empty cup on the table, and sweeps hair from her face as she smiles to herself.]
Normally I wouldn't mind sharing, but I don't want to overwork the poor boy. That's his one failing, really, so many other obligations he seems to think are more necessary. But he does his best to keep up.
[Her expression turns conspiratorial, eyelids lowering slightly. Let's see if she can't make him just a little more jealous - she's just so pleased with her find.]
If making sparks come from your fingertips is not magic what is it then?
[Certainly no human in Semiyon's world can do such a thing unless they were poetically referring to the using of a welding flame or a firework. But he is fairly sure Caedra would not be so impressed with those.]
Exactly! But he refuses to call it magic. There are a lot of people here, in fact, who insist everything is some form of science. They are so intent on clinging to what they know that they can't see how much they don't.
[Which she has to assume is some sort of animal self-preservation tactic that these mortals do without realizing it. A way to shield themselves against the horrors that have stalked them since the dawn of their existences. She's heard rumors, in fact, about the ones who tried to face those things head-on and went mad. It's quite possible that people had said that about her once, a very long time ago.]
I cannot speak for their worlds, but I can say that many people in my world have come to associate the idea of magic as the antithesis to hard work. Back home to say something 'happened as if by magic' is to say it happened too easily. It took no skill. So perhaps they do not like the thought of others assuming they did not work at their skills.
Magic is hard work. It's difficult to learn, and takes a lot of energy and precision to achieve. Even in places like where I come from where more of us have innate power, it's still not always done well. It takes expertise.
[Semiyon had better be around in his apartment at the Spire, because Caedra just shows up in the main room with a frown on her face. Not a severe one - she's had a day to recover from her latest ordeal, and anyway it isn't pleasant to show up to visit a friend looking tired, bedraggled, and overwhelmed. And anyway, it wasn't all bad.
But she could use emotional support for once and Semiyon is good for that. She brushes rapidly-melting snow off the arms of her coat, then retracts her sword into her hand and plops herself down on the sofa.]
I hope you've been having more fun than I have lately.
[Semiyon had been mid-cleaning the kitchen of some sort of bestial organs that Newt had left behind when Caedra simply appears in the next room over. He's surprised but only mildly. Surprises have become more the norm living with Newt Geiszler. At least this one is, for him at least, a pleasant surprise and not something else that will get intestines on the carpet.
Or...well depending on Caedra's mood perhaps.
He arches a brow and moves to the doorframe for the main room, idly pulling his kitchen gloves off one finger at a time]
No more than usual... [He gets one glove off and moves to do the same to the other] ....but it would appear more than you....
[And when they are both off he smiles with a slight touch of mischief]
[She can't help but tease. Good, reliable Semiyon, always with a helpful solution to her problems. She pulls her boots off and sets them aside so she can curl up comfortably sideways on the cushions, then nods toward him and those gloves.]
[His smile widens and he nods towards where she sits on the sofa]
You just make yourself comfortable. I'll get what we need.
[And he paces back into the kitchen, staying there long enough to roll his sleeves back down and get the glasses and the wine (this one in a bizarre neon pink bottle but he's had to take what he can get when he's rummaging the stores) then he reappears.]
[Well, well. What a bottle. More wineries really ought to package their drink in such an outstanding color, truthfully. It's fun!
But she doesn't feel much like fun.]
I don't know how to say it.
[Truthfully, for the feelings that thing had imposed on her were alien and uncomfortable and describing them is a challenge. One she's up for, one she can use her knowledge as a poet for, but it's a unique challenge.]
I'll start with what happened. Ivar - you know Ivar, right? Well, when he was attacked by one of the hosts, those nautilus creatures, he left one of his knives embedded in the thing's eye. He and I went back to finish it off and retrieve his blade.
We did. It was still buried in its eye, and it had three of its... Friends? With it. I don't know if those things have friendship or not. Possibly. They seem intelligent enough.
[Shrug.]
We killed it and the others ran off without it, so perhaps they didn't care that much.
It shouldn't have. It was thrilling, in fact. Those creatures are strong. Much more of a challenge than most of your people.
[It's a shame that wine from a bright pink bottle isn't itself bright pink. It would spice things up. Tastes acceptable, but perhaps her standards have decreased since coming here.]
You remember when I captured that host's soul? I decided to consume this one. The last one didn't have any useful information and I wanted to see if I could, since the Door won't let me eat the souls of anyone else here. It... It felt terrible. Normally when I kill someone, their souls are full of fear and hatred and things that taste so rich and flavorful. But this... I felt what it was feeling, Semiyon. I've never... felt like that.
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Date: 2018-05-22 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-23 12:16 am (UTC)Are you well after all this God madness?
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-23 12:20 am (UTC)you said you lived with others. come see me at my place? i have improved what they think passes for coffee and could use some company.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-23 12:25 am (UTC)Shall I come now?
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-23 12:30 am (UTC)theyre illusions only but they help keep the pests out. they wont hurt you.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-23 12:42 am (UTC)[And by 'shortly' he means the time it takes him to slip out of his silk pajamas and into his linen day clothes. All and all it takes him about 20 minutes to change and get himself to Caedra's home.
He knocks primly at the door when he arrives.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-23 01:17 am (UTC)So she goes to get the door with the smell of coffee thick in the air.]
Semiyon. Come on in!
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-23 02:34 pm (UTC)[He grins and tips his head towards her in thanks before stepping inside]
I must say the smell of coffee is a vast improvement on that of the beasts' organs my housemate insists on keeping.
[Though he complains in good humor. Semiyon is actually quite fond of Newt, rough around the edges as that young man might be.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-24 02:46 am (UTC)[Though not so unusual for her kin. She closes the door behind him and motions for him to follow as she turns toward the living room with its attached kitchen.]
Coffee? I don't have sugar but I can sweeten it if you like.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-24 10:12 pm (UTC)[He follows with an easy grin]
Oh he is. But he is also a very impressive man. I am grateful that he has let me live with him.
[And even more grateful that Newt has not yet decided kick him out. When they first made their arrangement, Newt had made it very clear Semiyon would only be there on a temporary basis.
At the question his grin turns more playful]
Well. You do know I have a sweet tooth, Caedra.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-24 10:36 pm (UTC)Instead she grins and pours Semiyon a cup of coffee, and then one for her as well.]
You certainly do. Here, let me know if this is too much or not enough.
[She summons her blade, just as a short palm-length knife to use to channel her spellcasting as she says a few words and makes a simple gesture over the cup set to the side of hers. All the flavor of sugar with none of the calories? Prestidigitation would be the dieter's dream. She of course simply appreciates the function of the spell, and aims for something quite sweet, recalling how fond he was of that intensely sweet treat he had shared with her at the feast.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-24 10:59 pm (UTC)It is perfect.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-24 11:08 pm (UTC)[She winks, though, then hooks an arm through his and leads him toward the couch.]
Sit with me. It's so nice to have regained what I had lost, I thought it might be nice to celebrate a little.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-24 11:32 pm (UTC)I'd have to agree with you. And also, I'd have to offer a toast to you, in thanks for your getting me home when my legs failed. If not for you I'd have simply been a pathetic old man on the floor. You have my deepest gratitude.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-24 11:42 pm (UTC)She smiles as she takes a seat alongside him - closer than usual. And she sips at her coffee, enjoying the words of thanks.]
I know I come across as heartless and cruel to most here and I admit it's deserved. But even so, I couldn't leave you there. You're not like the rest of them. So, a toast, then. To both of us.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-26 09:09 pm (UTC)Regardless, he returns the spirit of the toast with a silent gesture before sipping his coffee again]
Some qualities others find difficult to properly appreciate
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-26 10:15 pm (UTC)[She sips at her drink, then turns to watch his face for a moment as she slips a hand between them and rests it on his thigh.
And notes that once again, she has consistently had to be the forward one. Are all humans this timid?]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-26 10:41 pm (UTC)...After all, he himself has a penchant for cheek kisses and arm holding with friends.
So for the moment he does not wish to make a rush to judgement. So he smiles at her]
I am touched that you should think so. I must say that I return the sentiment. You have made my time in this place immensely more worthwhile.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-26 10:57 pm (UTC)Semiyon. You're very charming, but you don't need to be quite so dense. I like intelligent men.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-27 04:30 pm (UTC)There is certainly nothing ambiguous about her intention anymore.]
C-Caedra!
[His free hand drops to gently but firmly stop hers should it think to venture any farther and his other hand moves to set down the mug of coffee before he makes a mess]
I'm afraid there's a bit of a misunderstanding
[Semiyon cants his head towards her, brows furrowed]
You are a very beautiful woman, Caedra, but I am afraid my tastes are...well...a bit different...
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-27 04:44 pm (UTC)Oh? Do tell, before I start guessing.
[Because she's seen it all, where she's from, and preferences among her kind, when there is a preference at all, have such a broad range. He seems slightly ashamed, too. Perhaps he likes them fat, or of a certain race, or very young. Humans seem to be concerned about all sorts of things.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-27 04:55 pm (UTC)I should think it would be fairly obvious to someone as perceptive as you
[He begins to lightly move her hand to a less precarious proximity to his groin]
I am inclined to share my bed with men.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-27 05:28 pm (UTC)She is a little surprised at his explanation though, and raises an eyebrow at him, but only because that seems like such a trivial thing to her. The tanar'ri rarely have a consistent sex or gender throughout their lives if they live long enough to undergo transformation, and the most powerful among them are able to shape themselves at will. Even she can do so, for a short time.]
Right, I - oh, you poor mortals. I forgot that so many of you prefer one or the other so strongly. And some cultures actually care about which you like, isn't that right? I've heard about that.
[She shakes her head and leans forward to reclaim her coffee now that she has her hands to herself.]
Actually, I think my grandson is the same way, so you're in good company. He's such a sweet boy.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-30 12:22 am (UTC)[He somehow looks years older with just those few words, his usual mirth draining from his face for a moment]
If not for that one simple fact, my life would have been very different. Humans are very fickle, we find value and meaning through defining who should not be valued and rarely stop to acknowledge that those things we are choosing to determine someone's worth are trivialities. More often than not who someone chooses to share their bed with takes priority over things like intellect and skill.
[He smiles again then, though it is strained, and lightly leans his head against hers]
It is perhaps for this reason humans progress so slowly.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-30 12:34 am (UTC)In most of Arneth, where I've spent a lot of time, it's perfectly acceptable for people to marry across races. Or - no, species, I think, might be the term I've heard here, to avoid confusion. I mean to say that if a dragon can fall in love with a human, why should it be any concern if two humans of the same sex want to be intimate? And elves - some of them can decide to be female one day and male the next.
[See, so it's not even just the tanar'ri who find the whole prohibition on same sex relationships sort of backward. There are some cultures that are very restrictive - dwarves, for example, she's heard they put a lot of stock in tradition and maybe they're more likely to make arbitrary bans on romance.]
I may not care much for most of your kind, Semiyon, but they're not like that everywhere in the universe.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-10 02:02 pm (UTC)[The more he learns of other worlds, the more he cannot help but feel stifled by the limited, narrow ways of the Earth he comes from. Perhaps, part of him wonders, that is too unfair a judgement to pass on it what, after all hadn't he had love and comfort and beauty in his life? However the other part of him just as eagerly reminds him that he's never been given much reason to feel otherwise and that that love and comfort and beauty had always come with an expiration date attached.]
So tell me, Caedra. Is there anyone of special interest to you? A partner? A husband or wife?
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-10 03:01 pm (UTC)We don't marry. Marriage is a contract, and my people have no interest in something so binding. I do have lovers, both here and at home, but mostly that's just for fun. There is one, however... The ruler of the portion of the Abyss where I reside, actually. He is Lord Amamot Nisariel, and I love him dearly.
[And it feels good to say so. There is so much she keeps to herself here.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-10 10:12 pm (UTC)[She's mentioned the Abyss before but only now does he realize he's never actually asked if only demons reside there or if there are other beings as well.
He then shifts, expression turning more mischievous with one arched brow]
Oh? Here? Might I ask who?
[Do tell, Caedra]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-10 11:15 pm (UTC)[And the fondness is evident in her voice, with how it softens at his mention. Some day - soon, if she has her way - she will be in his arms once again.
But she catches that look and giggles a little, unable to help herself.]
Do you know Trafalgar Law?
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-10 11:36 pm (UTC)[He grins, nudging her lightly]
How has this 'Trafalgar Law' caught your interest?
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-10 11:48 pm (UTC)He's gorgeous is how. So strong, and so tall, with all of these elaborate tattoos. And he's quite young still. Full of energy and so willing to learn new things.
[The grin shifts to a smirk for a moment before she reaches for her drink to finish it off.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-13 09:11 pm (UTC)[His smirk echoes hers as he repeats her words]
Be careful or you shall make me jealous to have found such a fine companion.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-13 10:00 pm (UTC)Normally I wouldn't mind sharing, but I don't want to overwork the poor boy. That's his one failing, really, so many other obligations he seems to think are more necessary. But he does his best to keep up.
[Her expression turns conspiratorial, eyelids lowering slightly. Let's see if she can't make him just a little more jealous - she's just so pleased with her find.]
He can make sparks with his fingertips.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-18 08:56 pm (UTC)[Because in Hadriel it is often hard to tell]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-18 09:10 pm (UTC)[psh what's science anyway, just another type of magic!]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-19 09:48 pm (UTC)[Certainly no human in Semiyon's world can do such a thing unless they were poetically referring to the using of a welding flame or a firework. But he is fairly sure Caedra would not be so impressed with those.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-19 10:13 pm (UTC)[Which she has to assume is some sort of animal self-preservation tactic that these mortals do without realizing it. A way to shield themselves against the horrors that have stalked them since the dawn of their existences. She's heard rumors, in fact, about the ones who tried to face those things head-on and went mad. It's quite possible that people had said that about her once, a very long time ago.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-07-08 11:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-07-08 11:59 pm (UTC)[She shakes her head with a wry smile.]
Magic is hard work. It's difficult to learn, and takes a lot of energy and precision to achieve. Even in places like where I come from where more of us have innate power, it's still not always done well. It takes expertise.
Feb. 9
Date: 2019-02-19 03:29 am (UTC)But she could use emotional support for once and Semiyon is good for that. She brushes rapidly-melting snow off the arms of her coat, then retracts her sword into her hand and plops herself down on the sofa.]
I hope you've been having more fun than I have lately.
(no subject)
Date: 2019-02-20 06:43 am (UTC)Or...well depending on Caedra's mood perhaps.
He arches a brow and moves to the doorframe for the main room, idly pulling his kitchen gloves off one finger at a time]
No more than usual... [He gets one glove off and moves to do the same to the other] ....but it would appear more than you....
[And when they are both off he smiles with a slight touch of mischief]
Is this a matter wine would help?
(no subject)
Date: 2019-02-21 01:24 am (UTC)[She can't help but tease. Good, reliable Semiyon, always with a helpful solution to her problems. She pulls her boots off and sets them aside so she can curl up comfortably sideways on the cushions, then nods toward him and those gloves.]
Did I interrupt something?
(no subject)
Date: 2019-02-22 03:33 am (UTC)[His smile widens and he nods towards where she sits on the sofa]
You just make yourself comfortable. I'll get what we need.
[And he paces back into the kitchen, staying there long enough to roll his sleeves back down and get the glasses and the wine (this one in a bizarre neon pink bottle but he's had to take what he can get when he's rummaging the stores) then he reappears.]
So. Are you going to tell me what is the matter?
(no subject)
Date: 2019-02-23 12:49 am (UTC)But she doesn't feel much like fun.]
I don't know how to say it.
[Truthfully, for the feelings that thing had imposed on her were alien and uncomfortable and describing them is a challenge. One she's up for, one she can use her knowledge as a poet for, but it's a unique challenge.]
I'll start with what happened. Ivar - you know Ivar, right? Well, when he was attacked by one of the hosts, those nautilus creatures, he left one of his knives embedded in the thing's eye. He and I went back to finish it off and retrieve his blade.
(no subject)
Date: 2019-03-01 03:59 am (UTC)[Though to his knowledge he's never met the man]
And were you able to retrieve this blade?
(no subject)
Date: 2019-03-01 04:42 am (UTC)[Shrug.]
We killed it and the others ran off without it, so perhaps they didn't care that much.
(no subject)
Date: 2019-03-01 05:59 am (UTC)And what about all of this has you upset, Caedra?
[Battling monsters can be upsetting for some, but in his experience not Caedra.]
So far it does not sound as though this should have trouble you.
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Date: 2019-03-01 06:14 am (UTC)[It's a shame that wine from a bright pink bottle isn't itself bright pink. It would spice things up. Tastes acceptable, but perhaps her standards have decreased since coming here.]
You remember when I captured that host's soul? I decided to consume this one. The last one didn't have any useful information and I wanted to see if I could, since the Door won't let me eat the souls of anyone else here. It... It felt terrible. Normally when I kill someone, their souls are full of fear and hatred and things that taste so rich and flavorful. But this... I felt what it was feeling, Semiyon. I've never... felt like that.