What's up! It's everyone's favorite party enthusist! That's right, 🌙🏔, is here to interact! So like, keep it chill
I'm Umbrance, a 4th Year Diasomnia student and Im officially on my internship! I'm also the one who will accidentally set off the sprinkler system!
Hi, Archie here. You might see me wearing headphones everywhere. I'll talk if you want.
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THIS IS A MULTISHIP ACCOUNT! None of their relationships will overlap or intersect.
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Lore compilation under cut
🌙🏔 Lore/Profile:
Name: Umbrance Walpurgis
Year: 4th, Diasomnia
Age: ???
Birthday: October 31st (Scorpio)
Height: 5' 9"
Eyes: Emerald Green, but they turn red when he's hungry
Description Notes:
-is a half-fire fae and half-incubus, descendant of an old fae court
-goes to parties to eat, but refuses to do so on their Favorite Bean.
-has a roommate in case he combusts or refuses to eat (both frequent occurrences)
-Usually, he feels sick after eating
-UM is Night on the Mountain, allows him to make any who hear his spell to dance until 1.) daylight or 2.) he releases the spell
-is super helpful and nice during the daylight hours
-Has gotten in trouble for wearing a leather jacket instead of the school issued jacket.... multiple times
-Sometimes he spontaneously combusts and it will set off the sprinkler system
Current Relationship Board:
Archie - His Roommate / Best friend he sometimes kisses platonically
Lost Anon - dating
Castor - Friend
Pollux - Engaged
Vern - Friendly Rivals...?
Archie Laviathan - The Roommate
Year: 4th, Diasomnia
Age: ???
Birthday: February 14th
Height: 5' 6"
Description Notes:
-Hair: Short, white hair. Has one strand longer on his right side. It's kept together with a blue crystal hair bead
-Eyes: Icy Blue
-Markings: Tattoos, a lot of them, and they're all nautical. The only visible ones are on his knuckles with the words "HOLD FAST" on them. (he's gotten in arguments with the professors about them a few times)
-UM: Doesn't have his, yet, surprisingly
-Uniform: Ditches the suit jacket frequently, but wears the tie, vest, and shirt perfectly. He's usually seen wearing headphones
-He is half-fae, half-Siren. 100% Atlantean. Has a beautiful singing voice, just doesn't use it for obvious reasons
-Personality info: He's generally very calm and collected, but doesn't talk much. He serves as a voice of reason to balance out Umbrance's impulsive nature.
Current Relationship Board:
Umbrance - roommates / best friends who platonically kiss.
Castor - Engaged?
Pollux - friends
Vern - former roommate / friend
Casimir sat quietly on a bench in the NRC courtyard, reading over a collection of pages. He'd flip through a few at a time, reading and rereading them, until he would sigh, flipping back to the start of the pages...
Eventually, he would seem to give up on a stack, turning to another collection of pages, and repeat the process before returning to a previous stack.
-it appears Umbrance is wandering on campus for some reason. He's definitely dressed for a meeting, a leather satchel over his shoulder, a coffee in hand. Noticing the Casimir, he pauses and checks the time before silently approaching from behind. He subconsciously keeps his presence suppressed, not wanting to disturb the underclassman unless he feels like it-
-he puts his glasses on and sips his coffee-
Sooo... are you actually reading it, trying to write a paper, or like... what?
Casimir jumped slightly, startled from his (admittedly pointless) task, and turned around.
"A-ah! I- well- I- *ahem*.
Apologies, my liege, your sudden unannounced appearance caught me off guard.
I'm simply trying to catch up on previous tasks assigned to be completed within my lair (homework) over the holidays but... It's simply overwhelming. The more I look at it, the more of a Herculean task it seems to present itself as..."
Typically, he would have completed his holiday work over the break, but having new opportunities (read: friendships) as a student at NRC seemed to put a wrench in that plan.
-he sips his coffee and leans on the bench, glancing over the homework-
Liege..? Ah, no need to be that formal with me. My family's house fell long ago.
Well, if you like, I can set you up with a study room at the library. If it's just the amount of work that's bugging you, you can always make a checklist and start with a few smaller assignments.
I like getting the small stuff outta the way, makes it feel like I've accomplished more in a small time frame, but first... have you had lunch yet?
Casimir thought for a moment. Had he eaten lunch today? Heck, had he even eaten breakfast? No, wait, he had certainly eaten breakfast, but that had been a little while ago.
"Your advice is much appreciated, my liege," Casimir said, taking a mental note of the idea of a checklist. "I shall attempt to utilize it later... But.."
He paused, noting the now grumbling of his stomach.
"I do not believe I have partaken in any manner of afternoon meal as of yet, now that I think about it..."
-checks the time. His phone looks to be the latest model, a contrast to the ancient feel of his glasses and the worn leather of his satchel. The glasses seem to have some sort of enchantment on them*
Well, I was going for lunch anyway. Wanna take a break and join? You can't work on an empty stomach... and if you want, I can help you with some of your homework
"Truly? You would not mind, although we are not quite acquainted properly?"
He hadn't really been invited by his upperclassmen to do much. There had been one or two opportunities that had presented themselves, but he had never felt quite worthy enough to be in their presence for long.
Casimir sat quietly on a bench in the NRC courtyard, reading over a collection of pages. He'd flip through a few at a time, reading and rereading them, until he would sigh, flipping back to the start of the pages...
Eventually, he would seem to give up on a stack, turning to another collection of pages, and repeat the process before returning to a previous stack.
-it appears Umbrance is wandering on campus for some reason. He's definitely dressed for a meeting, a leather satchel over his shoulder, a coffee in hand. Noticing the Casimir, he pauses and checks the time before silently approaching from behind. He subconsciously keeps his presence suppressed, not wanting to disturb the underclassman unless he feels like it-
-he puts his glasses on and sips his coffee-
Sooo... are you actually reading it, trying to write a paper, or like... what?
Casimir jumped slightly, startled from his (admittedly pointless) task, and turned around.
"A-ah! I- well- I- *ahem*.
Apologies, my liege, your sudden unannounced appearance caught me off guard.
I'm simply trying to catch up on previous tasks assigned to be completed within my lair (homework) over the holidays but... It's simply overwhelming. The more I look at it, the more of a Herculean task it seems to present itself as..."
Typically, he would have completed his holiday work over the break, but having new opportunities (read: friendships) as a student at NRC seemed to put a wrench in that plan.
-he sips his coffee and leans on the bench, glancing over the homework-
Liege..? Ah, no need to be that formal with me. My family's house fell long ago.
Well, if you like, I can set you up with a study room at the library. If it's just the amount of work that's bugging you, you can always make a checklist and start with a few smaller assignments.
I like getting the small stuff outta the way, makes it feel like I've accomplished more in a small time frame, but first... have you had lunch yet?
Casimir thought for a moment. Had he eaten lunch today? Heck, had he even eaten breakfast? No, wait, he had certainly eaten breakfast, but that had been a little while ago.
"Your advice is much appreciated, my liege," Casimir said, taking a mental note of the idea of a checklist. "I shall attempt to utilize it later... But.."
He paused, noting the now grumbling of his stomach.
"I do not believe I have partaken in any manner of afternoon meal as of yet, now that I think about it..."
-checks the time. His phone looks to be the latest model, a contrast to the ancient feel of his glasses and the worn leather of his satchel. The glasses seem to have some sort of enchantment on them*
Well, I was going for lunch anyway. Wanna take a break and join? You can't work on an empty stomach... and if you want, I can help you with some of your homework
Casimir sat quietly on a bench in the NRC courtyard, reading over a collection of pages. He'd flip through a few at a time, reading and rereading them, until he would sigh, flipping back to the start of the pages...
Eventually, he would seem to give up on a stack, turning to another collection of pages, and repeat the process before returning to a previous stack.
-it appears Umbrance is wandering on campus for some reason. He's definitely dressed for a meeting, a leather satchel over his shoulder, a coffee in hand. Noticing the Casimir, he pauses and checks the time before silently approaching from behind. He subconsciously keeps his presence suppressed, not wanting to disturb the underclassman unless he feels like it-
-he puts his glasses on and sips his coffee-
Sooo... are you actually reading it, trying to write a paper, or like... what?
Casimir jumped slightly, startled from his (admittedly pointless) task, and turned around.
"A-ah! I- well- I- *ahem*.
Apologies, my liege, your sudden unannounced appearance caught me off guard.
I'm simply trying to catch up on previous tasks assigned to be completed within my lair (homework) over the holidays but... It's simply overwhelming. The more I look at it, the more of a Herculean task it seems to present itself as..."
Typically, he would have completed his holiday work over the break, but having new opportunities (read: friendships) as a student at NRC seemed to put a wrench in that plan.
-he sips his coffee and leans on the bench, glancing over the homework-
Liege..? Ah, no need to be that formal with me. My family's house fell long ago.
Well, if you like, I can set you up with a study room at the library. If it's just the amount of work that's bugging you, you can always make a checklist and start with a few smaller assignments.
I like getting the small stuff outta the way, makes it feel like I've accomplished more in a small time frame, but first... have you had lunch yet?
Casimir sat quietly on a bench in the NRC courtyard, reading over a collection of pages. He'd flip through a few at a time, reading and rereading them, until he would sigh, flipping back to the start of the pages...
Eventually, he would seem to give up on a stack, turning to another collection of pages, and repeat the process before returning to a previous stack.
-it appears Umbrance is wandering on campus for some reason. He's definitely dressed for a meeting, a leather satchel over his shoulder, a coffee in hand. Noticing the Casimir, he pauses and checks the time before silently approaching from behind. He subconsciously keeps his presence suppressed, not wanting to disturb the underclassman unless he feels like it-
-he puts his glasses on and sips his coffee-
Sooo... are you actually reading it, trying to write a paper, or like... what?
but prince, we should!! we should pet their cats!! and maybe put them in our pockets!!! and sneak off...? COME ON, CATS, BABE. YOU GOTTA SEE THE BIG PICTURE.
cats!!! fuzzy little gremlins for me to squeemsh... i would like An Cat. but wait, only familiars are allowed in the dorms here, right? unless i'm not remembering...
but prince, we should!! we should pet their cats!! and maybe put them in our pockets!!! and sneak off...? COME ON, CATS, BABE. YOU GOTTA SEE THE BIG PICTURE.
Like is an understatement! I'll be sure to point some of my friends in your direction. You could end up paying your way through school, but remember to not over do it!
-he sips his coffee and nods-
It's nothing, don't worry about it! Have you reached out to everyone with invites? If not, I can get that sent as long as I have the list
You really don’t have to do that, but thank you for the compliments. I’ll be sure not to, I’d prefer to not overwork myself.
*He nods*
I’ve reached out to a few, Virgo hasn’t responded yet. Freya and Alexander can’t make it. Klen and Azalea can, but Harvey is unsure. I haven’t reached out to anyone else yet.
Have a seat, please. No need to stand. What would you like to do when you graduate?
-he motions to a chair and closes his laptop-
Virgo would be Trystia's significant other, yes? They might respond after they're all settled back in. As for the others... if Harvey is unsure, you can ask again a little later.
Be sure to reach out to anyone else you can think of. Make sure they're close and important to Trystia
Thank you, and I plan to pursue carpentry in my hometown. It’s a big practice there due to the history behind it and it’s related to the story of the fearless boy and the heroic librarians. Although, I may go out of town occasionally. I’m not sure yet.
*It nods, drumming it’s fingers on the table*
Yes, they’ve been dating since last year. Trys texted me when they got back, said that she’s spending the night with Virgo at Royal Sword Academy.
Everyone I’ve reached out to so far she’s close with, the book club is like a second family to her. I’m going asking some of their friends outside of the book club to be there.
Like is an understatement! I'll be sure to point some of my friends in your direction. You could end up paying your way through school, but remember to not over do it!
-he sips his coffee and nods-
It's nothing, don't worry about it! Have you reached out to everyone with invites? If not, I can get that sent as long as I have the list
You really don’t have to do that, but thank you for the compliments. I’ll be sure not to, I’d prefer to not overwork myself.
*He nods*
I’ve reached out to a few, Virgo hasn’t responded yet. Freya and Alexander can’t make it. Klen and Azalea can, but Harvey is unsure. I haven’t reached out to anyone else yet.
Have a seat, please. No need to stand. What would you like to do when you graduate?
-he motions to a chair and closes his laptop-
Virgo would be Trystia's significant other, yes? They might respond after they're all settled back in. As for the others... if Harvey is unsure, you can ask again a little later.
Be sure to reach out to anyone else you can think of. Make sure they're close and important to Trystia
Like is an understatement! I'll be sure to point some of my friends in your direction. You could end up paying your way through school, but remember to not over do it!
-he sips his coffee and nods-
It's nothing, don't worry about it! Have you reached out to everyone with invites? If not, I can get that sent as long as I have the list
Formal is irrelevant. The firelight gains prominence as daylight fades. More logs are added, allowing smoke to fill the air. The younger children slowly leave for their beds. Others stay, laughing with friends. Their joyful cacophony is almost drowned out by the rambunctious music.
Smoke and ash wisp into shadows. The kaleidoscope of prancing images twirl around them. An illusion of flowers dance underfoot. If any attempted to touch them, they would vanish.
Soot is kicked up with every step. Vern's stained skirts flare out on another spin. It's strange and comforting to have a partner. A familiar dance he can do in the deepest of sleeps now flutters anew with every beat. A few steps bring them back.
Sweat shimmers across their foreheads. The minutes and hours bleed together. One melody into another. An iridescent fish ballet weaves around the dancers. A bubbling laughter spills from Vern. Steel smiles, his own airy laugh joins in.
"What's... so funny?"
The sprite meets his gaze breathlessly, "I'm... really happy."
"Eh?"
Joined hands lift above to spin around. The area around them is barely a blurr. Focus returning to Steel, the sprite tries to calm himself. "I-is he still umm..."
"Yeah, on my six."
"... let's um... not think about him," Vern tries. His head feels light, a mild dizziness buzzes down from it.
".. okay."
He welcomes night's breath cooling his skin like autumn rain. Vern can tell when some musicians would take a break and join back in. A simple rotation, yet easy to get lost in. Forgetting the world is hard, yet indulging in a moment is effortless.
For this bubble in time, emotion vibrates the air. Colorful shapes morph to each beat. It has been too long since his muscles felt like a newborn foal finding it's footing. Who is keeping who from collapsing is unclear. The firm earth underfoot is the only certainty.
A gasp from the onlookers is nearly drowned by the rhythm. A string pulls at his mind. His eyes want to follow, yet a turn blocks his view. His brow creases as he attempts to see behind Steel. "Ver.."
Pink dusts the sprites cheeks. It's only one word, a fraction of his name. The syllables spoken softly warms him. Tearing his focus back to his friend, he tries to stay on his toes.
"Almost," Steel winks, "we have to finish this one."
"Y-yeah," Vern manages a dizzy nod. His amber eyes sting, but not from the smoke. A soothing wave rolls through his veins, easing his tension. He almost misses a familiar, icy crack.
Chapter 4: Dusk
A tight spin jostles his focus. Flashes of magic collide. The music falters as smoke billows through the remaining crowd. Vern squeezes his eyes shut against it. Tucking himself against Steel, he waits for the air to settle. He flinches, as a drop hits his cheek.
"Er.. sorry."
The sprite swears the liquid away. Checking his bandages, he finds an inky substance he's well acquainted with.
"It's alright, I um..." he pauses, ducking as Steel casts another counter spell, "don't mind."
Sparkling green mist flares from Vern's hands. Vines burst from the ground to restrain Victor. "Enough!"
Snowflakes drift around them. Citizens that stayed murmur in uneasy awe. The spring sprite trembles slightly, his muscles begging for rest. "Do you forfeit the challenge?"
There's a rumble underfoot. Stumbling, Vern's spell loosens as spikes of ice shoot out of the dirt. He's tackled. Air is knocked from his lungs despite the cushioned fall.
"You alright? Any injuries?"
Vern slowly blinks up at Steel, gasping while registering the questions. "U-umm... I'm fine... I think..."
"Why," Victor's voice rings out above the chaos, icicles forming in the air around him. "Why do you reject everything I do for you?!"
Ooc// Welcome to the final boss fight.
Tag List: @nrcbookclub @castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain
*he blushes and scowls, checking over archie's arm. sure enough, there's a few small punctures from fen's fangs*
okay, tryst! your turn to clean up, okay? i'll let you practice on archie before me, since he's less banged up than i am...
*he smiles and watches trystia (@nrcbookclub)*
as far as concussions... those are kind of hard to know if they're more minor. but you can check for memory issues by asking questions, see about their light sensitivity, check their pupil size, and then just general head injury stuff like dizziness, imbalance... it's pretty standard. if someone has slurred speech and like... all of those, rush them into a doctor~
Formal is irrelevant. The firelight gains prominence as daylight fades. More logs are added, allowing smoke to fill the air. The younger children slowly leave for their beds. Others stay, laughing with friends. Their joyful cacophony is almost drowned out by the rambunctious music.
Smoke and ash wisp into shadows. The kaleidoscope of prancing images twirl around them. An illusion of flowers dance underfoot. If any attempted to touch them, they would vanish.
Soot is kicked up with every step. Vern's stained skirts flare out on another spin. It's strange and comforting to have a partner. A familiar dance he can do in the deepest of sleeps now flutters anew with every beat. A few steps bring them back.
Sweat shimmers across their foreheads. The minutes and hours bleed together. One melody into another. An iridescent fish ballet weaves around the dancers. A bubbling laughter spills from Vern. Steel smiles, his own airy laugh joins in.
"What's... so funny?"
The sprite meets his gaze breathlessly, "I'm... really happy."
"Eh?"
Joined hands lift above to spin around. The area around them is barely a blurr. Focus returning to Steel, the sprite tries to calm himself. "I-is he still umm..."
"Yeah, on my six."
"... let's um... not think about him," Vern tries. His head feels light, a mild dizziness buzzes down from it.
".. okay."
He welcomes night's breath cooling his skin like autumn rain. Vern can tell when some musicians would take a break and join back in. A simple rotation, yet easy to get lost in. Forgetting the world is hard, yet indulging in a moment is effortless.
For this bubble in time, emotion vibrates the air. Colorful shapes morph to each beat. It has been too long since his muscles felt like a newborn foal finding it's footing. Who is keeping who from collapsing is unclear. The firm earth underfoot is the only certainty.
A gasp from the onlookers is nearly drowned by the rhythm. A string pulls at his mind. His eyes want to follow, yet a turn blocks his view. His brow creases as he attempts to see behind Steel. "Ver.."
Pink dusts the sprites cheeks. It's only one word, a fraction of his name. The syllables spoken softly warms him. Tearing his focus back to his friend, he tries to stay on his toes.
"Almost," Steel winks, "we have to finish this one."
"Y-yeah," Vern manages a dizzy nod. His amber eyes sting, but not from the smoke. A soothing wave rolls through his veins, easing his tension. He almost misses a familiar, icy crack.
Chapter 4: Dusk
A tight spin jostles his focus. Flashes of magic collide. The music falters as smoke billows through the remaining crowd. Vern squeezes his eyes shut against it. Tucking himself against Steel, he waits for the air to settle. He flinches, as a drop hits his cheek.
"Er.. sorry."
The sprite swears the liquid away. Checking his bandages, he finds an inky substance he's well acquainted with.
"It's alright, I um..." he pauses, ducking as Steel casts another counter spell, "don't mind."
Sparkling green mist flares from Vern's hands. Vines burst from the ground to restrain Victor. "Enough!"
Snowflakes drift around them. Citizens that stayed murmur in uneasy awe. The spring sprite trembles slightly, his muscles begging for rest. "Do you forfeit the challenge?"
There's a rumble underfoot. Stumbling, Vern's spell loosens as spikes of ice shoot out of the dirt. He's tackled. Air is knocked from his lungs despite the cushioned fall.
"You alright? Any injuries?"
Vern slowly blinks up at Steel, gasping while registering the questions. "U-umm... I'm fine... I think..."
"Why," Victor's voice rings out above the chaos, icicles forming in the air around him. "Why do you reject everything I do for you?!"
Ooc// Welcome to the final boss fight.
Tag List: @nrcbookclub @castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain
Formal is irrelevant. The firelight gains prominence as daylight fades. More logs are added, allowing smoke to fill the air. The younger children slowly leave for their beds. Others stay, laughing with friends. Their joyful cacophony is almost drowned out by the rambunctious music.
Smoke and ash wisp into shadows. The kaleidoscope of prancing images twirl around them. An illusion of flowers dance underfoot. If any attempted to touch them, they would vanish.
Soot is kicked up with every step. Vern's stained skirts flare out on another spin. It's strange and comforting to have a partner. A familiar dance he can do in the deepest of sleeps now flutters anew with every beat. A few steps bring them back.
Sweat shimmers across their foreheads. The minutes and hours bleed together. One melody into another. An iridescent fish ballet weaves around the dancers. A bubbling laughter spills from Vern. Steel smiles, his own airy laugh joins in.
"What's... so funny?"
The sprite meets his gaze breathlessly, "I'm... really happy."
"Eh?"
Joined hands lift above to spin around. The area around them is barely a blurr. Focus returning to Steel, the sprite tries to calm himself. "I-is he still umm..."
"Yeah, on my six."
"... let's um... not think about him," Vern tries. His head feels light, a mild dizziness buzzes down from it.
".. okay."
He welcomes night's breath cooling his skin like autumn rain. Vern can tell when some musicians would take a break and join back in. A simple rotation, yet easy to get lost in. Forgetting the world is hard, yet indulging in a moment is effortless.
For this bubble in time, emotion vibrates the air. Colorful shapes morph to each beat. It has been too long since his muscles felt like a newborn foal finding it's footing. Who is keeping who from collapsing is unclear. The firm earth underfoot is the only certainty.
A gasp from the onlookers is nearly drowned by the rhythm. A string pulls at his mind. His eyes want to follow, yet a turn blocks his view. His brow creases as he attempts to see behind Steel. "Ver.."
Pink dusts the sprites cheeks. It's only one word, a fraction of his name. The syllables spoken softly warms him. Tearing his focus back to his friend, he tries to stay on his toes.
"Almost," Steel winks, "we have to finish this one."
"Y-yeah," Vern manages a dizzy nod. His amber eyes sting, but not from the smoke. A soothing wave rolls through his veins, easing his tension. He almost misses a familiar, icy crack.
Chapter 4: Dusk
A tight spin jostles his focus. Flashes of magic collide. The music falters as smoke billows through the remaining crowd. Vern squeezes his eyes shut against it. Tucking himself against Steel, he waits for the air to settle. He flinches, as a drop hits his cheek.
"Er.. sorry."
The sprite swears the liquid away. Checking his bandages, he finds an inky substance he's well acquainted with.
"It's alright, I um..." he pauses, ducking as Steel casts another counter spell, "don't mind."
Sparkling green mist flares from Vern's hands. Vines burst from the ground to restrain Victor. "Enough!"
Snowflakes drift around them. Citizens that stayed murmur in uneasy awe. The spring sprite trembles slightly, his muscles begging for rest. "Do you forfeit the challenge?"
There's a rumble underfoot. Stumbling, Vern's spell loosens as spikes of ice shoot out of the dirt. He's tackled. Air is knocked from his lungs despite the cushioned fall.
"You alright? Any injuries?"
Vern slowly blinks up at Steel, gasping while registering the questions. "U-umm... I'm fine... I think..."
"Why," Victor's voice rings out above the chaos, icicles forming in the air around him. "Why do you reject everything I do for you?!"
Ooc// Welcome to the final boss fight.
Tag List: @nrcbookclub @castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain
Formal is irrelevant. The firelight gains prominence as daylight fades. More logs are added, allowing smoke to fill the air. The younger children slowly leave for their beds. Others stay, laughing with friends. Their joyful cacophony is almost drowned out by the rambunctious music.
Smoke and ash wisp into shadows. The kaleidoscope of prancing images twirl around them. An illusion of flowers dance underfoot. If any attempted to touch them, they would vanish.
Soot is kicked up with every step. Vern's stained skirts flare out on another spin. It's strange and comforting to have a partner. A familiar dance he can do in the deepest of sleeps now flutters anew with every beat. A few steps bring them back.
Sweat shimmers across their foreheads. The minutes and hours bleed together. One melody into another. An iridescent fish ballet weaves around the dancers. A bubbling laughter spills from Vern. Steel smiles, his own airy laugh joins in.
"What's... so funny?"
The sprite meets his gaze breathlessly, "I'm... really happy."
"Eh?"
Joined hands lift above to spin around. The area around them is barely a blurr. Focus returning to Steel, the sprite tries to calm himself. "I-is he still umm..."
"Yeah, on my six."
"... let's um... not think about him," Vern tries. His head feels light, a mild dizziness buzzes down from it.
".. okay."
He welcomes night's breath cooling his skin like autumn rain. Vern can tell when some musicians would take a break and join back in. A simple rotation, yet easy to get lost in. Forgetting the world is hard, yet indulging in a moment is effortless.
For this bubble in time, emotion vibrates the air. Colorful shapes morph to each beat. It has been too long since his muscles felt like a newborn foal finding it's footing. Who is keeping who from collapsing is unclear. The firm earth underfoot is the only certainty.
A gasp from the onlookers is nearly drowned by the rhythm. A string pulls at his mind. His eyes want to follow, yet a turn blocks his view. His brow creases as he attempts to see behind Steel. "Ver.."
Pink dusts the sprites cheeks. It's only one word, a fraction of his name. The syllables spoken softly warms him. Tearing his focus back to his friend, he tries to stay on his toes.
"Almost," Steel winks, "we have to finish this one."
"Y-yeah," Vern manages a dizzy nod. His amber eyes sting, but not from the smoke. A soothing wave rolls through his veins, easing his tension. He almost misses a familiar, icy crack.
Chapter 4: Dusk
A tight spin jostles his focus. Flashes of magic collide. The music falters as smoke billows through the remaining crowd. Vern squeezes his eyes shut against it. Tucking himself against Steel, he waits for the air to settle. He flinches, as a drop hits his cheek.
"Er.. sorry."
The sprite swears the liquid away. Checking his bandages, he finds an inky substance he's well acquainted with.
"It's alright, I um..." he pauses, ducking as Steel casts another counter spell, "don't mind."
Sparkling green mist flares from Vern's hands. Vines burst from the ground to restrain Victor. "Enough!"
Snowflakes drift around them. Citizens that stayed murmur in uneasy awe. The spring sprite trembles slightly, his muscles begging for rest. "Do you forfeit the challenge?"
There's a rumble underfoot. Stumbling, Vern's spell loosens as spikes of ice shoot out of the dirt. He's tackled. Air is knocked from his lungs despite the cushioned fall.
"You alright? Any injuries?"
Vern slowly blinks up at Steel, gasping while registering the questions. "U-umm... I'm fine... I think..."
"Why," Victor's voice rings out above the chaos, icicles forming in the air around him. "Why do you reject everything I do for you?!"
Ooc// Welcome to the final boss fight.
Tag List: @nrcbookclub @castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain
*castor calls out from the kitchen, his voice surprisingly confident for how shitty he feels*
i need two people. someone to get bandages or gauze and wrap, and someone to get everyone water for hydration. i've got my hands full making potions and poultices. i'm flavoring it with calming herbs and sweetening it so it'll go down easily. vern, could you check archie's leg and tell me what's wrong? i can probably fix it!
also, if any of you are well enough to shower and change, please do so, it'll be easier to see if you're not dirty, and you can be comfortable faster!
thanks, tryst. i just need you to locate those supplies, i can treat the wounds with this poultice. if you could, would you clean any wounds you can see on yourself and virgo with gentle soap and water, if you're too tired to shower? just a bowl of soapy water and a cloth would be fine. i'll treat virgo first, so they don't get an infection, and so you both can have peace of mind.
that's good, i'm glad you're alright. i'd appreciate you cleaning your scrapes, just to prevent infection, but i'll just apply a thin layer of this poultice and then put a bandage on, if i think it needs it. if not, that ointment shirley mentioned would probably be just fine as well.
*he gives a little laugh*
greats, yeah... i must look like a wreck. i'll be alright... i really want to protect everyone, and i don't want to rest until i've at least patched wounds up and finished this potion... it's almost ready...! i'll give myself care as well, i promise...
Ill do that, dont worry. I dont think id get an infection.. but just in case!
*She puts soap in the water and grabs a cloth*
Pinky promise Castor? Cause you really, really need the rest.
*She looks at him*
You said something about me being like a sister to you earlier, right? You meant that, right? That wasnt just something you said to make me feel better in the moment..?
*he even holds out his pinky to her. his small smile falls when she asks her next questions*
of course not. i would never say something like that unless i meant it... you're very important to me. i'm very used to being a big brother... so you kind of just remind me of a sibling... you're kinda chaotic like pollux, too. i'm the older twin.
i'll be honest with you, since you're my sister... i'm exhausted and in a lot of pain. it's been a long time since i've had injuries like this, so it's a bit... tiring. i'm just trying to get everyone else safe and comfortable...
Okay! So... myself and Folia are fine... Archie is on an adrenaline dump, but he should take some for later. Have Virgo take a muscle relaxant, Steel is definitely going to feel the bruise on his side in the morning... and Vern's physically okay, but he's exhausted
the potion i made is to help relax everything, so it should be fine... as far as archie, since he's my future mate, i will personally shove it down his throat if i have to. i'll give steel some to take later, vern needs to nap. so... virgo, me, and archie, for now. okay, i can work with that.
*he reaches for cups and pours some of the fresh potion into them, handing them to shirley*
calming herbs and pain relieving herbs. it's slightly sweet and should be pleasant... i try to make my potions taste good.
*he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knows he can't argue. he takes the cup and drinks it with a sigh, and then refills it and pushes it back towards her*
just give that one to archie, he won't care if we share cups... thanks, shirley
Formal is irrelevant. The firelight gains prominence as daylight fades. More logs are added, allowing smoke to fill the air. The younger children slowly leave for their beds. Others stay, laughing with friends. Their joyful cacophony is almost drowned out by the rambunctious music.
Smoke and ash wisp into shadows. The kaleidoscope of prancing images twirl around them. An illusion of flowers dance underfoot. If any attempted to touch them, they would vanish.
Soot is kicked up with every step. Vern's stained skirts flare out on another spin. It's strange and comforting to have a partner. A familiar dance he can do in the deepest of sleeps now flutters anew with every beat. A few steps bring them back.
Sweat shimmers across their foreheads. The minutes and hours bleed together. One melody into another. An iridescent fish ballet weaves around the dancers. A bubbling laughter spills from Vern. Steel smiles, his own airy laugh joins in.
"What's... so funny?"
The sprite meets his gaze breathlessly, "I'm... really happy."
"Eh?"
Joined hands lift above to spin around. The area around them is barely a blurr. Focus returning to Steel, the sprite tries to calm himself. "I-is he still umm..."
"Yeah, on my six."
"... let's um... not think about him," Vern tries. His head feels light, a mild dizziness buzzes down from it.
".. okay."
He welcomes night's breath cooling his skin like autumn rain. Vern can tell when some musicians would take a break and join back in. A simple rotation, yet easy to get lost in. Forgetting the world is hard, yet indulging in a moment is effortless.
For this bubble in time, emotion vibrates the air. Colorful shapes morph to each beat. It has been too long since his muscles felt like a newborn foal finding it's footing. Who is keeping who from collapsing is unclear. The firm earth underfoot is the only certainty.
A gasp from the onlookers is nearly drowned by the rhythm. A string pulls at his mind. His eyes want to follow, yet a turn blocks his view. His brow creases as he attempts to see behind Steel. "Ver.."
Pink dusts the sprites cheeks. It's only one word, a fraction of his name. The syllables spoken softly warms him. Tearing his focus back to his friend, he tries to stay on his toes.
"Almost," Steel winks, "we have to finish this one."
"Y-yeah," Vern manages a dizzy nod. His amber eyes sting, but not from the smoke. A soothing wave rolls through his veins, easing his tension. He almost misses a familiar, icy crack.
Chapter 4: Dusk
A tight spin jostles his focus. Flashes of magic collide. The music falters as smoke billows through the remaining crowd. Vern squeezes his eyes shut against it. Tucking himself against Steel, he waits for the air to settle. He flinches, as a drop hits his cheek.
"Er.. sorry."
The sprite swears the liquid away. Checking his bandages, he finds an inky substance he's well acquainted with.
"It's alright, I um..." he pauses, ducking as Steel casts another counter spell, "don't mind."
Sparkling green mist flares from Vern's hands. Vines burst from the ground to restrain Victor. "Enough!"
Snowflakes drift around them. Citizens that stayed murmur in uneasy awe. The spring sprite trembles slightly, his muscles begging for rest. "Do you forfeit the challenge?"
There's a rumble underfoot. Stumbling, Vern's spell loosens as spikes of ice shoot out of the dirt. He's tackled. Air is knocked from his lungs despite the cushioned fall.
"You alright? Any injuries?"
Vern slowly blinks up at Steel, gasping while registering the questions. "U-umm... I'm fine... I think..."
"Why," Victor's voice rings out above the chaos, icicles forming in the air around him. "Why do you reject everything I do for you?!"
Ooc// Welcome to the final boss fight.
Tag List: @nrcbookclub @castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain
that'd be great. make sure everyone drinks some, we need to keep everyone in good health... and it'll help replenish some energy. if you could check who all is in pain, i can distribute the potion i made. any pain at all is fine, i have plenty for everyone if needed.
