Didg

The Quiet. Ocean. Sonorous. Freedom. Sensitive. Foreign. Generous. Dedicated. Talisman. Learner. Heart. Didg, aged 17.

[didg-it-blog]

This is a buffer post.

[wren-harrison-deactivated201409]

Yeah mate, if you want to help by all means, go ahead. I’m sure you’ll do better than I ever would. Careful though, it might go a tad bit dodgy. Things usually do around me. 

[didg-it-blog]

He all but laughed in joy. Clearly, this boy had not learned about the merman and his pranks, or he'd have given a very different answer. With a grin, Didg tapped his wand to the books, intending to change them to a bright, metallic orange color. But he was not the best at wordless wand magic, to be sure, and his wand tended to get a few ideas of its own every now and then. Not that Didg minded of course -- the books themselves grew pairs of bat-like wings and something resembling basic motor skills, much to Didg's delight. He grinned and wrapped an arm around Wren's shoulder, proud of the work he'd done.

[didg-it-blog]

Florals for Winter >> Open

Didg's room was now covered in flowers. Which, in all honesty, made absolutely no sense. After all, he was no fan of botany or herbology or anything of the sort. If Didg was going to fill his room with anything, it would be food and fluffy blankets. Preferably fleece or rabbit fur and pancakes.

The blankets would not be made out of pancakes.

He stood about, confused and uncertain, trying to decide who would do something like this. He wasn't sick. And Milo probably knew his preferences by now. And Didg certainly didn't broadcast his discomfort at the idea of how few people seemed to care about the murders.

But who was he to judge? Humans cared much less about the world than merfolk did, and most merfolk cared less about the world than Didg did.

Footsteps down the corridor tore his thoughts away from the new decorations, and he turned to poke his head out the door, hoping they'd have something of an idea about who or what had snuck in and done this. And, preferrably, why.

[sennenkoi]

[didg-it-blog]

stupid little mermaid ambassador

[wren-harrison-deactivated201409]

Hey now, I’m not completely hopeless! I know how to fix my mess, I think.. I probably just can’t do it myself. Okay, I guess I take that back. Sod it.

[didg-it-blog]

A smirk, and Didg produced his wand. He may not be the best at wand magic, but his charms wouldn't work on land. Besids, he could at least make them a different color. Maybe pink. Or blue. A different shade of blue though -- something dark and resembling the ocean. That'd be cool. But before he did that, he gestured as if asking permission to try out a charm on these innocent, colorful textbooks. One could at least pretend to be nice at first

[wren-harrison-deactivated201409]

"Oh, hello." Wren tilted his head to the side, appraising the crafty-looking student before him. Maybe they knew how to fix the stuff he balls’d up. They sure looked like they knew something, at least. “Yeah.. idiot, huh?”

[didg-it-blog]

Didg grimaced and held up his hand, with his fingers an inch apart. Just a little bit, he meant. Just a tad.

[mrjackrackham]

Bill Nighy and Carey Mulligan [x]

[wren-harrison-deactivated201409]

Well, I don’t know how I managed to turn all my books blue in my sleep when I can’t even do that while I’m awake. Last time I fall asleep studying, I s’pose.

[didg-it-blog]

Didg shook his head. This time, it really wasn't him, but no matter what happened, the mischief shone through in his eyes, and it looked like he was lying. To be fair, he usually was. It's just that this time, he wasn't.

[didg-it-blog]

Murky Down Under >> Didg & Milo

[milo-ryan-blog]

Milo offered up a soft, lopsided smile, shaking his head when Didg apologized.  ”You don’t need to say sorry, I just… I’m glad I found you,” he said, glancing up at the sky for a moment, sighing deeply.  ”And that you’re not…”  A shiver ran through him as he stopped himself from continuing, and he chewed at his lip again.  ”Yeah.  I’m just glad.”

He flinched when Didg began yelling about the dead kid, widened eyes meeting the merman’s as he froze.  Milo didn’t want to think about someone actually dying - he was reminded all too much of how he’d been attacked as well, how he’d spent weeks coughing up blood and stone while he waited for the antidote.  But at the smaller boy’s shouted words, everything hit him hard, and a cold sort of fear began to settle in the pit of his stomach, making his blood run cold.  And even though he didn’t want them to, his eyes began tearing up as the fear dug its claws into him.  ”I - Didg, I-” he stammered, frozen as the boy tightened his grip on him.  

[didg-it-blog]

Didg didn't stop to think about how this was affecting Milo. He was too frantic to care now. "The blood just--it just sat there, Milo. It sat there, and it stuck to fuckin' everything. 'S not supposed t' do that thing. 'S not how that works." It was exactly how that worked on land, but it didn't matter. The sight still stuck with Didg nonetheless.

"How it works is--how it works is that people go. 'N sometimes they get hurt, 'n sometimes they get punched, but not--not fuckin' killed, hey? Not fuckin killed." His voice broke on the last sentence. Didg held his breath, knowing that if he didn't, things would end up even worse. He had already spent his time crying, already cowered in a bed, thinking about it. This was just pathetic -- he should be making sure everyone else was okay. Conjuring bubbles that smelled like various fruits or something, or helping them not think of anything bad. But it was all he could think about now, and he was terrified for Milo, and he was a mess.

[didg-it-blog]

Murky Down Under >> Didg & Milo

[milo-ryan-blog]

For a minute, Milo was worried when Didg ducked his head back under the water, worried the merman would disappear again, but the worry disappeared once the boy started speaking.  ”I’ve been looking for a while; since I found out you disappeared.”  A slightly embarrassed laugh burst forth when the boy mentioned detention, and he shook his head.  ”No, no, just thought you’d fallen off the face of the earth without telling anyone,” he replied, reaching out to ruffle Didg’s hair.  

He frowned, chewing at his lip for a minute as he thought of how to ask the boy about what’d happened.  He knew Didg had been one of the poor boys who’d seen the dead bodies, but approaching that subject was going to take some delicate word choices.  ”I know what happened, Didg,” he said quietly, trying to meet the merman’s eyes.  ”I know what you saw.  I just want to make sure you’re okay.  Or, not okay okay, but that you’re at least taking care of yourself.  If that makes sense?”  He cut off with a groan, rubbing a hand over his face again.  ”I’m not making sense.” 

[didg-it-blog]

Didg's heart sunk even further, and he wanted to follow it down to the bottom of the lake. Milo had been looking for a while then -- at least a week, probably. He blew a few bubbles, looking anywhere but at the other boy. "Look, 'm...'m sorry, hey? I don't..." He trailed off, shook his head and shoved his hair back. Didg dared peek above the surface again, only to shoot back down again.

"Why th'fuck're you askin' if I'm okay?" he shouted. "Some poor fucker died. He was just a kid, Milo, he's--he was covered in fuckin'--it just stuck t' everything. Everything. I don't even have legs, 'n I still feel fuckin' disgustin'. And--and he's dead. He was a kid, Milo. He was so fuckin'--he coulda been good at charms or maybe he was a seer or--or--fuck, man. Fuck." He tightened his grip around Milo's waist, holding him tight as though he feared what was going to happen the second he let go.

[inquisitiveg]

[didg-it-blog]

Murky Down Under >> Didg & Milo

[milo-ryan-blog]

Milo startled when something wrapped around his waist, flailing for a moment and swallowing some of the water as he nearly submerged himself again.  Then whatever it was that had grabbed him pushed upwards, keeping his head out of the water, and he couldn’t help glancing down to see what had wrapped itself around his waist to help him.  His momentary confusion at the sight of arms changed to a grin that broke out when a familiar head popped out of the water next to him.

"There you are!" he sputtered, wiping at his face for a moment before going back to treading water - he wasn’t going to make Didg keep them both out of the water, not if he could help out.  "I’ve been looking for you all over the place."  The grin fell away to be replaced with a concerned frown as he looked over at Didg.  "You need to talk or anything?"

[didg-it-blog]

Milo smiled. Of course he smiled -- he was Milo. The oceans would sooner dry up before he stopped smiling. Didg told himself that meant that all was not hell up on land in the institute. The school still stood and people still lived on, relatively normal. Or at least, so he hoped.

His shock shone through clear on his face when Milo said he had been looking for him. Didg ducked his head underwater. "How long have ya been lookin', hey?" He knew people would notice his absence, somewhere in the back of his mind. No mater what denial Didg insisted on using, he was too big a presence in the school to go unnoticed. "Didja think I died in detention?"

His expression fell further when Milo's smile fell. Things were going to be serious, and Didg wasn't sure he had the stomach for it. "Not really? I mean -- what's there to talk about? I miss somethin' good on land over there?"

[my-ponchoboys]

Carey in “Skylight”

[didg-it-blog]

Murky Down Under >> Didg & Milo

[milo-ryan-blog]

Milo was concerned.  No, he was extremely concerned.  He hadn’t heard from Didg since the disaster of the rave, and after finding out the smaller male had been one of those who’d seen the bodies - or, one of the bodies, really - Milo couldn’t help seeking Didg out to see if he could offer any comfort.  So, after a quick conversation with Finn, he decided to set off towards the Grotto to see if the other male had run there to hide.  After all, he’d dragged Milo there once before to talk, so who’s to say he wasn’t hiding there again?

It seemed he’d gotten to the Grotto just in time to watch Didg breach the water for a split second, obviously intent on grabbing something out of the air before landing with an echoing noise that made Milo wince in sympathy.  ”Didg!” he called out, immediately kicking his shoes off as he headed for the railing they’d both dived off before.  ”Didg!”  He moved to strip his pants off, but in his haste to unbutton the stubborn jeans, Milo stumbled and bumped into the railing in such a way that he fell over it, hitting the water with a yelp and an echoing noise of his own.  After a moment of confusion as he sank, Milo kicked towards the surface, gasping for air once he’d started treading water.  ”Didg?” he called again, this time a little quieter.

[didg-it-blog]

He was just starting to get a proper hold on the little thing when yelling came from above. Didg's attention was taken from the fish just long enough for it to wriggle free. Ignoring the sound from above, he bolted after lunch again, all but grabbing it before something fell into the water.

Acting out of instinct, Didg fled to the furthest parts of the Grotto, hiding in shadows and away from whatever had just arrived. It smelled different than fish. And it made too much noise. He braved peeking out from behind is rock to see a pair of legs with unbottoned trousers kicking about awkwardly. Instinct took over again, and he swam over to the legs, wrapping his arms around their waste to help whoever it was keep their head above water. He forced himself upwards as well, sticking his head above the surface to see who it was.

Milo?

Didg knit his brows together in concern. What was he doing here? Had he fallen in? Was he all right?

[afriet]

[didg-it-blog]

Murky Down Under >> Didg & Milo

Today marked almost three week since the rave. No doubt his disappearance had been noticed by now, if not by someone important, surely by his roommmate at least. And surely they'd have searched the Grotto by now, too. But the people on land were far from his biggest priority right now. To be sure, his biggest priority was to catch this damned fish that had the fins to be faster and slimier than he was. All he wanted was a good lunch -- was a single herring too much to ask for?

He pulsed blue as quickly as his heart raced, lighting up the murk of the Grotto and, briefly, illuminating his surroundings. Not that it mattered. Didg knew the area by heart now, and he could swim it blind. His focus was solely on the fish, and when it darted up, so, too, did Didg, until he burst through the surface, snatching the writhing fish from the air and falling back into the water with an unceremonious smek. The second-long breach was the only sign of where he was, and it echoed off the walls, above the surface of the water, and away from where Didg could hear it. He had his lunch. That was all that mattered now.