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[ wwilder ]:

He remained silent, a rarity for the ‘loudmouth chosen’. Emil was struggling, and Zelos could see it, plain as day, written across the young boy’s face. He sighed quietly, before uttering three little words. Words Sebastian had said to him when he was young and woke, shivering from a nightmare. Words that, despite their general insignificance, meant a lot to him.

“Take your time.”

He caught Emil’s glance, and the chosen’s face spoke volumes. He wasn’t going anywhere, and Emil could speak slowly as he needed. He’d still be there to listen.

After a few moments, the kettle began to whistle, water boiling away inside, and Zelos hopped to his feet to catch it before its noise could disturb anyone. He pulled it off the flame, blowing it out in the process, before turning to the small cupboard beside the stove and drawing two chipped mugs from within. With careful hands, he poured the boiling water, before placing the kettle back on the extinguished stove. Finally, he spoke with more purpose.

“Memories…” He paused to find his footing in his words, what was he trying to say? After a moment, he tried again.

“Memories are scary, yeah,” he popped open the container of tea and dropped a bag into each mug, gently swirling the contents around with a battered teaspoon, “but that’s all they are. Memories. Yours, Ratatosk’s, they’re things that have already happened, so no matter what, memories can’t hurt you.” He sat down once more next to the boy, holding one of the mugs out to him.

“Trust me, I know.”

               “ but they do h u r t ... they hu-hurt so badly ... ” the summon spirit was slowly drawn upwards by the scent of steeping tea, settling himself to sit upright, propped awkwardly on the bed frame. Green eyes flicker with a lighted crimson for nigh a second before dispersing again. They lift, looking to him pathetically, tentative fingers going and grasping about the warm mug and pulling it close to his chest. 

                            “ zelos ... “ 

           it’s a quiet plea for him to not argue ... not this time. Even if the memories could not physically hurt him anymore, the emotional weight that flitted and pressed against the back of his conscious was all too real.

           Thin fingers cling to the cups sides, thumb running in circles nervously. “ i ... i d-didn’t ... it’s ... ” he’d already said Kharlahn Tree, which would signal just how old that memory was ... and the fact it was a NIGHTMARE ...

                                                           “ why do they keep resurfacing? ”

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@majiinken

traversing the world is a common activity for the chief of mizuho, set out to explore curiosities that those within mizuho have. they have to maintain their information network, after al, and sheena has never been a paper-pusher. so whilst on the road to luin, upon seeing a familiar sight of blond and blue, she’s quick to speed up her walk and call out.

❛ emil? what are you doing here? ❜

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           “ she-sheena! ”

      oh no ... oh no, no, no ... His back straightened as he twisted around, looking towards his friend. There was an older man in front of Emil ... he did not look pleased at the blond’s visitation. Richter had been traveling with him at this moment in time, but he was inside the inn, saying something about needing rest and for Emil to take care of his own business. There’s a glance backwards at the elder before he moved to meet Sheena half-way, get her out of ear-shot of the older gentlemen.

              “ Richter asked me for some h-help. And since Luin is ... ”

       It’s not home. But he has no other words for it.

              “ where some of my f-family’s at, I thought it would be a                  good idea to offer some guidance. ”

        Even though someone as great as Richter wouldn’t need Emil’s help ... he still felt right to offer. He did consider them friends, after all! And while he could not let him hurt Marta, that didn’t mean he couldn’t help him in other ways.

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@majiinken

cont’d from [x]

It hadn’t taken much to wake Zelos, to be honest, and he’d waited in the dark, hoping the nightmare might have faded out and let Emil rest in peace.

When it was evident it wasn’t going to, he moved.

The touch to the boy was gentle enough not to startle, intending on being firm enough to shake him awake, but noting at the last moment that he seemed to have come out of it on his own. Thus, he offered only a soft, reassuring squeeze to the shoulder before he removed the hand and turned.

“Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?”

The answer was a silent nod, and so, Zelos moved to the stove at the other side of the inn’s room, casting a small fireball under the kettle to get it going. He then returned to Emil’s bedside and sat beside him in silence for a moment.

He knew nightmares, and he knew them well. There were long series of nights where the Chosen himself wouldn’t be able to get a full night’s sleep. Often times, he turned to liquor to ease the raging memories, but he knew Emil was neither old enough, (physically, at least), nor likely willing to turn to such coping mechanisms, and so, he let out a quiet sigh.

“… Wanna talk about it?” He asked finally, as if he’d been searching for the right words.

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Shaking, shivering, Emil curled tight into his body as the other stood. He wanted it to stop ... why were those memories so fresh? He barely thought about them except for when he slept, and it angered him that it happened. The anger drained him ... twisting in his gut and causing hot tears to brim the edges of his eyes before blinking them back. No. He was not going to cry over a time long gone.

He was older than that. He was over it. He’d made friends with Mithos, he’d learned about him and he cared about that friendship, not what had happened prior with him. Fingers move, clutching into sheets as the shuffle of light fabric was heard and a presence was felt just to his side.

           “ wanna talk about it? ”

There’s a thick swallow. “ i-it’s ... ”

Fuck ... and of course, as soon as he woke up, as soon as he’s angry, frightened, frustrated, he’d start stuttering again and he bit harsh at his tongue. Come on ... this was Zelos. He could usually talk normally to him. Perhaps with a stutter or two scattered through his sentences, but ... so long as he hadn’t been embarrassed.

            “ memories. from a ... l...ong time ago. ”

Haunting him. Even though he’s said he’s above them. He knows they’re there. They would probably always be there ... Even the ones he couldn’t quite recall. Give him a break ... it’s only been so long ... and he ... there were thousands of memories from the half of Ratatosk’s soul that was conjoined within his that he would need to remember.

                                       “ ... kharlahn ... tree ... ”

The words were strained, pushed out in a hard breath. Quiet ... even for him. Trying, trying so hard, to not let his words trip over themselves.

How it felt to scream, pressure hot against his throat, his body coiling from betrayal. Anger at half-elves ripping through his stomach, he had trusted you. Ratatosk wasn’t prone to humans ... but he had listened to reasonable arguments, befriending one half-human due to their arguments and how he saw the request as acceptable. 

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[ emil voice ] dude, you’ve been gone for like three years.

[majiinken-a]

[ really just continues to scream ]

         “ O-oh goodness, Rusch … pl-please calm down … ”

//laughing herpsy is laughing

[majiinken-a]

[do you share any likes/dislikes?]

ask the muse about the mun // accepting

@celestialfriend

            “ not a lot, a-actually. I mean … we both like being in quiet places alone? Erm … dislikes … I c-can’t think of any we share that I’ve noticed. It’s r-really weird, to be honest. All of her other muses there’s usually at least three or four things that are the same … but me? ”

          “ well, we really are different people… ”

[majiinken-a]

PUNCHES YOUR FACE KAY YOU CANT MAKE HIM SAY THAT I HAVENT TOUCHED CLAUS IN YEARS

        // hu fffs 

i didn’t make him say anything. The very first thing that came out of his mouth during that was “where is claus now I wonder, oh well … wherever he is, i hope he’s happy” aND I SCRAPPED THAT TOO.

Besides, we aren’t gonna make you get back on Claus or anything. Emil just misses him. Ya’know, first friend outside of the main cast usually leaves a pretty big impression on people.

[majiinken-a]

[ What made your writer want to write you? ]

ask the muse about the mun // accepting

@considerate-sidekick

          “ …i miss claus a lot… ”

         “ E-er, I mean! you see, whenever I was first introduced and Kay was willing to write me with other people, it was with their friend, Rusch. Rusch was super great to them! ”

          “ Rusch had a muse called CLAUS, both he and I … we got a very neat relationship going on … he called me Lucas by accident a few times … w-which is fine, I mean … I understood. I reminded him a lot of his brother. ”

        “ She wanted to start writing me for Rusch and Claus, but it slowly turned into j-just an adoration of for who I was! Even when Claus went away … hehe, ya’know, I still remember this little quirk that chickens would follow a-after Claus and like to rest in his real fluffy hair. It was … really cute. ”

[majiinken-a]

Does your mun still have any keepsakes or indulge in interests they had as a child? If so is it a guilty pleasure or are they open about it?

ask the muse about the mun // accepting

@the-king-of-the-wind

         “ W-well, I still think they’re a child. Kay’s only nineteen after all. ”

          “ but you know … i’ve only seen one or two things from her past             around her room. An old picture, a nativity set, a cross hanging             on her wall … none of it seems too old, maybe within the last             eight years. ”

          “ but! She does like to collect stuffed animals which seems to be             a hobby stemming from a while ago, even if they aren’t exactly             the oldest! And she’s real proud of them! Even sometimes gets             her friends who haven’t seen and purposefully asks them to get             stuff from her closet so they can see and she can get their             reaction. “

[majiinken-a]

“Do you remember anything?”

angst starters // accepting

“ H-huh? You mean … erm … well … ”

        Emil could only assume the excited explorer was speaking about those ‘thousand years’ memory thing he had tried to explain with his age. There’s a slight, uncomfortable shift as he looked away.

“ I mean, sort of … it’s … difficult to explain. “ Emil licked at his lips, a nervous habit he really needed to stop, “ because, I mean … he’s–I’m tens of thousands years old … When he, I, was originally created, the personality that is EMIL w-wasn’t supposed to merge with Ratatosk’s soul, but it did. So, the memories, while I have them … are kind of blurred? ”

        There was a slight shift towards Sorey, his fingers tugging at his scarf as if to loosen the cloth. “ it’s like watching a movie … and w-while you know what happens, and th-that you chose to do things and why … it’s … not … you? D-does that make sense? ”

[majiinken-a]

[ ofelysia ]::

Sorey immediately tempered his enthusiasm at Emil’s obvious sign of discomfort. The nervous ticks were hard to miss, and Sorey was beginning to get a sense of just how shy the other was. Still, Emil was kind enough to answer his question, going so far as to explain what sounded like a fairly complex process. He had to admit, he couldn’t understand it entirely, but he thinks he grasps the concept.

“I think so, yeah.” He couldn’t deny the fact that he was still curious, meeting this boy that looked about his age but was so much more. It was familiar, in a way, but their situations were still vastly different.

“That’s really amazing though! To be able to remember so much of history, even indirectly! What’s it like– if you don’t mind me asking?”

“ it’s not as g-great as you’d think … because i see it from one perspective then a-and in hindsight now with a biased opinion in another direction. “ He shifts, rubbing at his arm, “ … not to mention … they’re old … ” Which meant, on top of it already being blurred, the memories suffered greatly from the time asleep, degrading with time, just as any regular person might.

“ after so m-many years … while the pain f-feels fresh and newer, the good memories have … sort of faded … ”

         Sure, Emil could list off a handful of happy memories, but they, as he’d explained, felt disconnected, and while the same could be said about the bad, it felt new, fresh, ripping into a sensitive soul that was still feeling itself out and learning the stress of working together.

“ you know what t-they say … negative memories are easier t-to remember and hold on to then cheerful … ” Emil gave a tentative smile in response, rubbing a finger under his nose. “ But we have to keep m-moving forward, you know? It is in the past. ”

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[majiinken-a]

“What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” [stopkaroltime >> bag party...]

angst starters // accepting

          “ you know what’s going on here, don’t you? ”

   Karol’s legs were shaking as he took a step back from Emil. Eyes wide, staring at the blond who swayed to his feet, reaching into the bag as he slowly withdrew–

    A canister of popcorn, drizzled in carmel and salt.

            “ i brought snacks! ”

[majiinken-a]

"You have to tell me who did this to you!"

angst starters // accepting

“ i told you, i’m fine. ”

        you don’t look fine. He knew it was going to be the next words. Snapped at him. The question of why he’d protect someone who hurt him … Emil nursed his cheek quietly, red flickering over the green in his eyes. His anger … the frustration he had been beaten. 

        no, it wasn’t just that. He had trusted them …        and this was how he had been repaid. Some        things never changed, he supposed.

“ …really… ” fingers curl against his cheek as he looks away, ignoring the soft shaking to his shoulders.

[majiinken-a]

“Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?”

nightmare starters // -not accepting

       “Don’t– D-Don’t you dare.”

The words were gasped between sharp breaths, fingers twisted tightly into the sheets as he rolled, curled forward into the blankets, quiet movements tossed and turned. Fingers biting into his palms despite the sheets that he clung to as a vice, unaware of the person whom he had awaken.

Eyes snapped open in a daze, sharp gasps sucked in his teeth, red swallowing his vision for just that second before it faded away and the summon spirit’s body slowly curled on itself. A gentle hand caused Emil to flinch, pulling away from the touch.

                 “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?”

Emil’s shoulders quivered, barely registering the words before giving a mute nod towards Zelos. Tea … tea … something … anything to get his mind … off of that blood shed. The scream that had been about to tear his throat, beg Mithos to not break his pact, his oath …

Tears slowly welled in his eyes as Emil’s chin ducked into his chest, wishing so badly to hide away in that scarf of his, but instead just curling up like the small child he felt so much akin to at the moment.

[majiinken-a]

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” heeeey~

angst starters // accepting

            “ it’s just some bad memories … there’s …               r-really no need to worry at all. ”

     he’s pale, skin somewhat clammy from the prior nights sleep. Unsteady hands move to rub against his arm. Goodness … he must look tired. “ I’ll … just be out of your way, o-okay? Don’t mind me … ”

[majiinken-a]

“Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” //cuz here comes the crush

angst starters // accepting

         Emil was curled up on the ship. He liked the water and everything, heck, the false memories he had spoke of that love and ingrained something in him for the crests of waves and how the foam lapped along the edge of the boat’s hull, but … for some reason …

         Today was just … not a good day.

“ huh? oh … i’m sorry, ” had his dour mood been soiling another persons? Green eyes flickered, looking over when he saw her.

         She just emanated strength. From the way she held herself, to the way she was dressed, as-if she did not care what other people saw of her. His mouth grew dry, those forest green eyes unable to divert their gaze from her. The edges of his cheeks slowly began to color, warming to the tips of his ears …

              “I-I’m fine, p-perfectly okay, n-no r-reason not t-to be. ”

[majiinken-a]

        “ I aM TEN THOUSAND YEARS OLD AND I AM           wAY TOO FUCKING YOUNG FOR ANY SEX           tALKS oR anYTHING LIKE IT. “