Gentle Giant

Elren x Firbolg x Older than you think Acolyte of Ascelpius [part of GSDR]

[gentlxlren]

(Open to Demigods and Acolytes)

It probably wasn’t the best sign that even Elren was becoming steadily aware of the fact he was more frequently heard before he was seen when making his way through the buildings in the camp. Namely, the collision of forehead with doorframe, swiftly followed by a curse which, to most, would sound like gibberish. Giant typically wasn’t widely spoken even amongst the other races that had made their way to camp.

“Are these doorframes getting smaller?” He was too old to grow. Maybe he was starting to stand up taller, feeling as though he was making a tangible impact upon the life of the godlyson? Or he was too exhausted from the day to care about not being a towering frame. Regardless, a paw of a hand raised to rub at his forehead, ducking his way in to the Banquet Hall. And almost directly in to another frame, which earned another curse in giant. “Apologies, apologies, my fault.” He tried his best to offer an apologetic smile to the other, head bowing a little.

[rosheensplace]

[gentlxlren]

firensteel​:

@gentlxlren​

“Isn’t it a little early for people to be awake and around?” Hypocritical? Definitely. But Cain wasn’t used to seeing people around before the sun was completely up. His responsibilities that came with being a follower of Hephaestus made it this way. “You’re ahead of schedule if you’re trying to catch some worms, early bird.”

What’s the mortal phrase? The other’s words were enough to snag him from his idle considerations, staring at what he’d manged to harvest before the sun had fully arisen, but the first time he’d spoken a similar line to one of the demigods, they’d returned fire with what he’d learned was a mortal saying. And then he just threw another one at him. “No rest for the wicked.” A beat, before finally allowing the apprehension to cross his features. 

“That’s... The saying, right?” He’d never truly had much interaction with mortals. His people were naturally reclusive, and anything that seemed like a phrase there would benefit him little in camp. Eventually, Elren shook it off, large palm rubbing at his stubbled jaw. “Sleep appears to be getting less of a necessity as I grow older, it seems. Besides, better to pick what I can before the godsons come trampling through.”

[gentlxlren]

scaledmedic​:

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Never could he get over Elren’s sheer height. Nor did he ever think he would. The herbtender towered over him with an easy foot and a half, leaving blond-haired oncologist much like the runt of the litter. It was awkward the first time he got to know Elren. As time went on and the group grew, he found himself drawn to Elren’s presence for their shared medicinal interests. He in modern and the acolyte in natural, magical. Julian’s own memories were reignited through Elren’s guidance and his own blood’s, too, yet his modern medicine didn’t flow back to its traditional source. Not through Elren, until he got here.

Julian was feeling a little better since his lonely-night-interruption with friends. Halloween didn’t have anything spook-tacular nor romantic for him, but he was fine with it. Some holidays were meant for the exposure and nothing more. “I don’t like being late,” he smiled over, adjusting his jacket. The demigod looked over the area, then to his father’s acolyte. “Hm–I’m good with tea for now. Is there lemon-ginger? I can tell you about one of my own procedures, perhaps that can lead way to today’s lesson?” Improvisation in the classroom had some benefits with creative thinking. 

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Elren knew well enough that he towered over a fair portion of the camp. Should they rear up a few of the centaurs could beat him, and beyond that the varying forms of other inhabitants of the camp could go beyond himself. What amused him was the looks when he so keenly pointed out he’d been the shortest of his siblings. While it had been awkward for Julian, the Firbolg had been fascinated. His home had been so far removed from modern society, and even now at camp, the idea of medicinal advancement was more than enough to interest him beyond just the obligation to Asclepius.

“A few moments earlier could be all it takes to avert tragedy, yes?” From what he understood, early diagnosis was better than late, from what Julian had told him. And it made sense even in his healing. It gave time for the work to carry through, and see should the situation change. A soft snort form Elren as the other questioned if there was lemon-ginger, already heading toward the small contained fire he’d started first thing. The idea of a stove left the man of nature feeling wrong, much more practiced with wooden flames. While modern medicine intrigued him, some of the technology the campers had brought with them seemed... odd. “I would be honoured to hear your tale, Julian.”

[gentlxlren]

wardseaward​:

like the gods themselves, their progeny seemed rather open with their sexual natures, their thirsts and their appetites. not that nimnis could fault them, knowing what danger awaited them at any and every turn. “that they did,” the triton echoed. “that they did.” his sip of the drink was slow, measured. deeper blue was ringed under his topaz gaze, as he looked the firbolg over. “I would’ve liked a bit more sleep, is all.” the admission is soft, as if he even faulted himself for the desire. it’s apologetic, the way he looked up at the other. “forgive me.”

It was a stark contrast to Elren’s life before making it to the sanctuary of the gods, that much he could admit to. His people were far more... reserved than most. He was hardly virginal, having had a family of his own at one point. No more, but tragedy was not something to be lingered upon. Stride forward, healer. Learn from the past, but never allow it to swallow you.

“For somebody so keen to promote health in others, you seem awfully subdued about knowing you need to care for yourself too, Nimnis.” His tone was far from admonishing the Triton. Care in the tone rather than reprimand. 

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[gentlxlren]

@scaledmedic​

     “You’re here early, Godly So- Julian.” He’s quick to correct himself. Names were a struggle at times. His home, his tribe, names were formality saved purely for encounters with outsiders. Even the name most of the camp knew him by had been given to him by others, elves he’d encountered after starting to find his own way. He’d been known more for his actions. Simply healer at times, carer at others. Herbtender. “I haven’t even started preparing for todays lessons.”

They exchanged information. Elren had learned of herbs since he’s days as little more than a child, from his elders who had survived in the forest for longer than some civilizations in the world. Flowers to promote the flourishing of others, those to alleviate pain. But he understood little of the world beyond the woods even now. Modern medicine was an anomaly to the Firbolg. “I haven’t even started the tea. Or, is coffee preferable at this hour?”

[gentlxlren]

wardseaward​:

[ for acolytes ]

a steaming mug sat before nimnis, in one of the acolyte’s common areas. the triton was focused, but not in prayer. there’s a huff, breath passing through joined hands, before he dragged his gaze up to his fellow holy servant; the look was equally knowing and pitying.

“I hope you have found rest, now that the revelry seems to have lapsed.”

“I now understand why they celebrate these events but once a year.” The things he had seen would even make his elders blush. Regardless, their work was never done, and considering the number of hangovers he expected to be hearing of in the next few hours. A pointed duck as he made his way further in, avoiding the archway of the door, and instead taking a seat opposite the triton.

“They at least seemed to have fun, correct?”

[reveriemind]

[janeyrps]