amaurotic;

It was a good thing the other had half been talking to himself, because Pinpirin had no idea what she needed! Usually Ximun helped her heal, but that mean cat had gotten her too suddenly and now she was in a bind.

"Oh." She slowly reached for the bag, "thank you, thank you." And what was she meant to do with it? She opened the bag to peer inside, immediately grimacing at the sight of ice. She hated everything cold! But if he said it would help her ankle, she should listen to him. The bag was lowered against her ankle, with no less than a hiss and a whimper. "S-so, so, cold..." despite her discomfort and small squeaks and displeasure, she continued to hold it against herself. She had to be a good guest.

'It's meant to help with the pain,' Rynn replied in a poor attempt to soothe her. 'It's cold, but it'll feel better later.' I guess. As his unexpected guest sat at the small dining table, Rynn moved and sat on the couch. He knew he wouldn't want a stranger sitting so close to him, and he had overheard women speaking of their own caution of strange men. He did not want to appear to be a threat to her - that was, so long as she was not a threat to him. 'Are you all right?' Too much of an open ended question. He didn't particularly want to get pulled into a conversation, but if it helped her feel more at ease...

Wow... he was bringing her in. That was so nice of him!! But also a little scary!! She'd be alone in a house with a strange man. Isn't that dangerous? She thought about it as she hopped on one leg. She just needed a short break before she could use her powers again. So, she'll be able to fight back if something happens! Soon! It made her nervous, though. Perhaps she should text her witch, Ximun...

"Oh." That was to be expected, she supposed.

She bounced her way inside, moving towards the seat closest to the door before releasing him, feeling a little safer if she could be near the exit.

#he's doin his best...#mournus

At least she wasn't using this as an opportunity to talk his ear off. Humans seemed to think it was a feminine trait to talk and talk and talk. When you preferred to be left in silence, you could find that men spoke just as much as women. 'What do you need?' he asked, though he was partially wondering aloud. Ice. That seemed to be something people used after an injury. With complete ease, Rynn navigated to the fridge. He opened the freezer compartment and felt about for some ice. After locating the cubes of frozen water, he placed them in a bag and handed them to the woman. 'Here,' he said. 'For your ankle.' No, he genuinely did not realise that they should be wrapped up in a towel, too. He wasn't exactly in the business of injuring himself. When he did, the injuries tended to heal fast enough without intervention.

He must want to take her back the way she came. She supposed she could understand that. An uninvited strange guest and all. She'd want them gone, too!

Frowning a little she raised a hand, going to wrap it around the other's elbow. She'd have to find somewhere else quiet and isolated to recover for a few moments.

Once she was up and well supported, her arm about his shoulders and his own arm beneath hers, he began towards the door. As he reached for the handle, he said, 'I don't know much about first aid.' Not that he would be a particularly good person to be volunteering to render such aid, anyway. 'Even less so when it comes to wings.' Yes, that was his attempt at a jest. He didn't expect it to land. Rynn opened the door and helped her inside. He supposed calling an ambulance wouldn't be of particular use, either, if a torn wing was part of the issue.

Was he... blind? He wasn't even looking at her and couldn't see that her wing was torn? She tilted her head, her long hair trailing along the ground beneath her.

"Umm." she twisted a little, presenting her wing at her back, the rip that was going from the tip, a few inches down. Though, she wasn't sure how useful it was for him. "Here, here. My wing ripped... and I twisted my ankle..." If she could just rest for a while she could heal herself soon!

Rynn clicked his fingers. The woods - what little view of it he had - seemed clear. Save the wildlife, they appeared to be the only two here. And why would a human pretend to have wings? That would be ridiculous, either for them. So either this woman was a little crazy, or... He bent down. 'Can you stand if I help you?'

As Pinpirin was trying to squint through the windows to this home from her position the floor, a voice came from behind her. She clutched her pearl necklace as she turned, eyes widening. Oh no. Was this the owner of this house? Was he angry...?

For a moment she's silent, as if not replying and pretending she was invisible would make all of this go away.

Obviously that doesn't work in real life.

There was just a stretch of silence...

"Oh. I'm... hurt." But asking for help from a stranger was far too much! "Sorry, sorry. I just need to rest a bit, then I can leave."

Hurt seemed to be an understatement, if she was telling the truth. Simply being hurt didn't involve crawling along the ground. She was either faking it (he hadn't cast the doubt from his mind yet) or she was injured more than she was letting on. 'Where are you hurt?'

@elfblcd gets a test muse

Thank goodness she was in a deep part of a forest with nobody else around!

She'd thought trying to turn into her human form might help repair her wings, but they didn't disappear as they usually did. They remained expanded out of her back, large blushing phantom wings that her loose white dress couldn't conceal. The tip of her left wing had been torn, and her bare right ankle had twisted trying to escape from a cat.

She couldn't stand, and couldn't return to her butterfly form.

Pinpirin looked around desperately. She needed to hide while she figured out what to do next... and the perfect opportunity had presented itself! A house was in the clearing. She used all of her energy crawling across the grass, finally landing at the doorstep.

But how could she knock? What if they got mad?! She sat on their porch, panicking over what to do.

He was not home; however, he was not far away. He had not noticed anyone approaching. Though his hearing was keen even for one of his kind, he had not heard the sound of someone crawling through the grass distinct from any other creature in the woods, and it was the deer with whom he had busied himself, stroking his hand down her neck, who reacted first, raising her head at the disturbance. Rynn clicked his tongue. Indeed, there was someone there, in the clearing by his home, behind him. But unlike most humans, this person seemed to have something sprouting from her back. Wings? Rynn sighed. He turned away from the deer and approached the stranger, careful to keep his distance, remaining alert. It could still be a trap. 'What are you doing here?' he asked, not even attempting to feign eye contact as his supposed gaze remained straight ahead.

#yaaayyy <3 #mournus

@elfblcd asked 🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy.

Sun couldn't help but giggle, kissing Rynn back as she cupped his face in her hands. She didn't think or realize that he had drank that much but she wasn't about to complain about the affection.

"Can I ask for a second one?"

#a bit of fun » dash games

'Mhm.' Rynn didn't drink all too often at all. It messed with his sense and made navigation more difficult than it needed to be. It was only in a private setting, such as they were in currently, were little movement was required that Rynn dared to indulge. It seemed, however, that he had allowed himself a little more to drink than he perhaps should have. He kissed Sun again as was her desire, as was his desire, pulling back only a little. 'Are you going to ask for a third?'

#the eternal sunflower

which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you?

"you're the exception"

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.

tagged by: @the-eternal-sunflower ♥ tagging: too sleepy. steal time.

#v; somewhere out there #the eternal sunflower #nsfw /

#v; somewhere out there #the eternal sunflower #nsfw /

"I won't ask you to leave."

Sun wasn't sure if she should take that as an affirmative or a negative to her question on him being lonely. She wouldn't avoid human companionship, at least at the superficial sense, but that did not mean that she always enjoyed their company. But it was his other statement that made her think.

She didn't exactly know how to describe being angel-kin. Sitting on the knife's edge of being angel or being human. She was too human for angels but humans naturally knew she was not one of them. She never felt as if she had belonged quite anywhere. And as long as she didn't dwell on that for too long, then she could ignore it.

So instead she let out a soft hum, thinking for a moment before speaking again.

"I think to be angel-kin is lonely. There is no one else like me." There were angels, there were humans -and apparently forest gods as well-, but there were no other angel-kin or nephilim. Not for at least a millennium.

#v; the forest's keeper #the eternal sunflower

The silence extended between them for but a moment too long. 'I know how that feels.' To be the only one, to have no one to share in your experiences, nor people who could not even attempt to relate. 'But I do not call myself lonely. 'You came from outside,' he continued. 'Where the humans are. Do you walk amongst them, perhaps as one of them or, if not' - for she was still much too bright in a way humans weren't - 'without scathing judgment?'

Sun looked up at them, encouraged by his seeming acceptance to her curiosity.

"What is it like? Being a god of this forest?" She wanted to know. Did they see everything that happened within his domain? Did the animal serve them or did they serve the animals? What was it like to feel time pass and remain unchanging.

But she also realized how rude her question must sound. How childish.

"I mean… it must be wonderful. To have this forest as your home. But does it get lonely? I guess not, you have the animals around you of course." She was babbling now, her mind trying to catch up with what she was saying but trying to correct any misstep she was possibly taking.

Humans were strange to her, despite her being half human and living among them, they seemed to get upset over the smallest of things. She didn't know what would make Rynn upset though.

#v; the forest's keeper #the eternal sunflower

He shrugged, nothing more than a small motion. 'What is it like to be' - what had she called herself? - 'angel-kin compared to anything else which walks the earth? I cannot answer your question; I have never known what it is to be anything else.' The deer walked away then but remained nearby, grazing on flora. Frankly, he didn't care much to answer her question. He was not used to being asked question after question, nor being asked such highly personal questions, such as are you lonely? In honesty, he was. 'I won't ask you to leave,' was what he settled on.

constellaris

Even if she never fully understood exactly what it was that made her singing so special to him, if it made Rynn happy, then that was all that mattered in the end. Smiling to herself as she sung Ciaccona shifted herself closer to let her leg gently bump against his own - though once her song had finished? The bard had another idea.

" Hey , Rynn ? " Again her lute was set aside briefly, fingers gentle as she reached to turn his head toward her - only to close the distance between them and press a kiss against his lips. " I love you ... ~ "

#v; crown prince #constellaris

He sat there for a moment after the song had finished, absorbing it all, allowing himself a little longer to reminisce in the sound of her song - at least, that had been his plan. Instead, Ciaccona spoke to him, fingers upon his jaw and his head being turned in her direction, and an unexpected kiss placed upon his lips. 'I love you, too,' he mumbled, but not because the words were genuine; it was still a bit of a difficult thing for him, and such tender feelings were a little harder for him than it may have been for others of their kind. He returned the kiss in earnest, though, allowing his actions to speak for him. 'Your song was beautiful, just as you are.'

constellaris

His answer alone truly made her happy beyond words. Knowing just how much he loved hearing her sing was always something that warmed her heart, but if only she could fully convey how much he meant to her. Soon the soft strumming of her lute filled the air once more, singing along to it just as she always did - for him .

#v; crown prince #constellaris

He did not turn his gaze to her direction, but there was no need to. As Ciaconna played, music flowed to his ears and, with it, the sense of sight, or what it was to him. Suddenly, the blank slate which he was given of the world was filled. The room flared into existence, every curve of every wall and piece of furniture known to him but, more importantly, her. She was not one moving image but rather multiple snapshots in time: little movements of her fingers and her lips as she played her lute and sung her song, subtle little things which showed him she was alive, she was real, and she was as beautiful as her song.

pressedpetalsinpages

oh god. i can smell the blood.

"What?"

When the customer had walked into her little bookstore, nothing had seemed off about him. She had greeted him, then turned back to working on inventory at the front counter's computer.

His words, though, startled her. She turned, brow furrowed, lips turned into a soft frown. "Are you all right? Are you hurt?"