Joris Canard

Were-snake, servant. Please be gentle.

[indiejoyfuls-blog]

Jon saw the tears and backed letting him go.  He made a face like he was upset with himself and shook his head.  “I can’t,”  he said before moving by Joris and straight for the stairs down to the first level.  It was mostly flooded now and freezing.Or it would have been if he could feel the cold.  It was bad enough he looked week right now, but He had scared the little shifter again.  He didn’t know why he didn’t like upsetting that one.  Jon stood in the water finally away from the bulk of the crowd.  But now where would he go.  The storm outside was bad.  The one in his mind was worse.   

He wasn’t sure if Joris had followed.  He assumed not after all he was nothing to the shifter.  And there is a far better master than him for him.  "Why are you even here Jon Reyes.  You’re not your father, And, You sure as hell are not Jack"

[joris-ducky]

Jor sniffled and wiped his eyes. He was so stupid, he probably made Jon think he hated him. Why did he have to freeze like that? He had to do something, to make it up to him, or at least stop him from drowning. Grabbing a handful of the cookies someone had been kind enough to provide, he took off in the direction Jon had gone. 

Unfortunately, it was cold outside. The sun was down, it was still pouring down rain, and he had to wade through massive puddles as soon as he got outside. He could feel his body temperature dropping, and how much slower he was, but fortunately Jon was very loud and he didn’t have to spend much time looking for him. “Jon, wait,” he wheezed, “slow down. I’m sorry! You just startled me, we can do anything you want. But let’s get out of the rain.”

[indiejoyfuls-blog]

The space between him and Joris seemed like the grand canyon as someone bumped into Jon.  He moved close to the other and pulled him back further into a corner.  “And now i’m saying yess”

[joris-ducky]

Jor stopped and held absolutely still. His voice died in his throat, and he wished more than anything that he could shapeshift: he could be small and out of sight and not have to be here, trapped like this. He tried to think, to come up with something to say that would make Jon leave him alone, but he couldn’t. His eyes welled up with tears, and he squeezed them shut. 

[indiejoyfuls-blog]

He looked at Joris for a bit.  “Im asking you to give me what you offered at that dinner”  he hissed pulling joris back to him. 

[joris-ducky]

Jor shook his head and stepped back, but bumped into the wall. “I can’t. You said no.” He ducked around Jon and tried to walk away.

[islandlifelilly-blog]

“How can you tell which is the right one?” She asked curiously as she looked at him.

[joris-ducky]

“I don’t know. If you noticed them helping earlier, they might still be willing. And it helps if you look lost and pitiful.” He smirked slightly. 

[indiejoyfuls-blog]

Jon sighed looking at Joris he smiled slightly.  “Remember our dinner”  He asked “I need that distraction.”

[joris-ducky]

All the warmth that accumulated in him was driven out by the request. His hands snapped away from Jon, and he lowered his eyes. “I told you I can’t.”

[joris-ducky]

"Well, the nice ones will. Maybe not the nasty ones. So be sure you ask the right one." He knew that nobody wanted an out of control vampire in such close proximity to humans. And someone had to figure out some way to feed everyone, or they'd all starve.

[joris-ducky]

Jor tilted his head back, staring over Jon's shoulder at all the frightened people and feeling very lost. He was finally warm enough to move around properly, and dropped one arm to rub his thigh. If his ear covering method wouldn't work, maybe this would.

[joris-ducky]

"We're fine, and all the masters are here to look after us." She didn't look like she believed him, but that was okay. "They can get us anything we need."

[indiejoyfuls-blog]

Jon shook nodding at Joris. He did as he was told and closed his eyes.  the scent of the shifter pulled him into a calm. 

[joris-ducky]

“There, isn’t that better?” He kissed Jon’s cheek and leaned his head into his neck to disguise his trembling. 

[indiejoyfuls-blog]

The arms scared Jon for a bit until he processed who it was.  He turned staring at Joris for a bit then did, in fact, hug him and bury his face in the others neck.   “Too loud - too many”  He muttered. 

[joris-ducky]

Jor took the collar of Jon’s coat and held it up to his mouth. “Here, bite this,” he shifted his hands up to cover Jon’s ears, “and let me do that. This always helps me when I feel overwhelmed.” 

[islandlifelilly-blog]

Lola bit her lip for a moment before taking his hand and holding onto his hand tightly. With her head resting back against the wall she listened to him and smiled softly as she thought about her own grandparents. “He’s a wise man.” She said before closing her eyes and trying to block it out some more. 

[joris-ducky]

“But,” he squeezed her hand back through the thunder, “we’re safe in here.” If his grandpa was here, he’d have his flask out and not share with anyone, but Jor always found the sharp smell of his vodka comforting. 

[littlxmissmarie-deactivated2017]

Tyr felt it the moment he had Jor’s attention. The magic in his palm grew lighter, brighter with the power of attention. He felt it too when the illusion dissolved into the air, the connection lost. Lifting the blanket just enough to smile down at the frozen boy, he chuckled. Silly thing. “It’s alright. You didn’t hurt it.” Focusing the magic back into his palm again he sent up two butterflies to dance around Jor’s tiny nose. Pretty things worked well with distracting this one. Hopefully two of his illusions would calm his trembling. “They want to dance for you. And they want to know if you want them in other colors.”

Originally posted by leakees

[joris-ducky]

Jor unfroze and sniffled, watching the show but keep his hands firmly to himself. “You don’t need to do that for me.” They were all tired, shouldn’t he be grouchy or angry or something? No, he was trying to make Jor feel better like a saint or something. But saints couldn’t live in this town. 

“Sorry about the butterfly.” His voice was muffled by both of his hands coming up to cover it. He felt like he should be very quiet, even if Tyr was acting like he wasn’t mad, and even if he never acted mad about anything, even when it was perfectly logical for him to do so.

[indiejoyfuls-blog]

“Nope Nope Nope there are way too many people in here”  Jon looked around trying to find a free corner to himself.  the man was clearly at the beginning of a panic attack. 

[joris-ducky]

Jor tugged at Jon's coat, pulling his hood up and wrapping his arms around his middle. He then backed into the nearby corner, encouraging the vampire to follow with him. "Hey, calm down. Give me a hug."

[joris-ducky]

Jor offered her his hand to hold. If she wanted the contact, that would be great, and it would help him too. “Me neither.” He clapped a hand over his ear, trying to block out the thunder as it shook their tiny hall. “My grandpa always said that thunder is just a change in air pressure caused by lightening strike and there’s nothing dangerous about the noise. It’s only the lightening that we should be scared of because it can set fires and electrocute the people it touches.”

[joris-ducky]

Jor was not keen on opening his eyes, but something in Tyr's voice encouraged him to do so anyways. And he was glad he had, because there was a shining butterfly slowly fluttering around his head. It didn't help slow his tears, but it did distract him from his too-loud senses. It was such a nice thing. Much too nice for him when all he was doing was throwing a fit. But still, he wondered if he could put it in his mouth. He reached out, fingertips barely grazing it, and was met with a pleasant tingle as the butterfly dissolved into thin air. He brought his finger to his lips and went absolutely still. Tyr was going to be upset. He'd broken his butterfly. The butterfly that he'd made specifically for him, to help him feel better, and he'd gone and touched it. He was shaking, frozen where he sat until Tyr came and saw his sin.

[islandlifelilly-blog]

When the cells had been evacuated Lola had managed to take a tumble, hitting her head hard enough to leave her bleeding and feeling a little woozy and unlike herself. She sat alone in a corner of the crowded room, with her knees pulled up to her chest as she tried to shield her eyes from the storm and block the sound out. Throughout her entire life she had been terrified of storms and now was no exception, the only difference was that she had to worry about other people around her and controlling her hunger when there was no doubt that their food supply was cut off. She could smell the human blood from a mile away and it took a lot of self control to not just sink her fangs in and drink them dry. She wasn’t paying attention to the people around her as she tried to hold herself together and not let anyone see the sheer terror within her as the storm raged on outside and her heart raced with each clap of thunder and each strike of lightning. 

[joris-ducky]

Jor was sore. He’d been saved from taking too much damage in the transport to the hall, but the full moon was only days away, and he was itchy from having to be in the same shape so long. Slogging through mud and water didn’t help, and it felt like all his skin was a mess of wet newspaper that had been slapped over his form. 

The person next to him wasn’t doing well either, he gathered, by the way she was curled up. The thunder had him jumping right along with her, but once it seemed to be done, he nervously patted her arm. “It’s okay. The storm is going to end.” 

[littlxmissmarie-deactivated2017]

“No.” His voice was rough with sleep. Not great? Another once over of the boy and Tyr pulled him into his lap. He didn’t have any visible signs of injury, but he still handled Jor with kid gloves. “You’re freezing.” That wasn’t surprising; he’d found him to be cold blooded in their first meeting. That Jor would stand so close so quickly was a nice surprise. Always a firm believer in positive reinforcement Tyr adjusted his blanket to wrap around his little pet as well. “Come here. I’ll warm you up. What about you? Do you have any hurts?” 

[joris-ducky]

Jor sighed in relief, curling up into the heat and tucking his legs up. This was much better. He was still moving like a car with a flat tire, but he wouldn’t be for long if he stayed where he was. This was nice. Tyr was warm and soft and holding him like he was hiding him from the world, which was exactly what he wanted at the moment. 

The physical touch had tears running down his cheeks. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt so strange pressing into his skin, and today had been so overstimulating, his eyes just needed to leak a little. He absolutely didn’t want it to stop, so he tucked his head into Tyr’s chest before he saw. “I stubbed my toe on something in the water.” It wasn’t a lie.