the shifting prince

It seems you've found my humble residence. Welcome Call me Sy, just Sy. I'm a shapeshifter, but that's just about all you need to know. please read the about page before following

[outofthisxworld]

[ may be dancing through his room while he thinks he's out for a moment ]

         He WAS out, but he had forgotten to take his journal with him and he just returned to see his lover dance around the room. He can’t help but smile, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame to joyfully watch him dance, his own smile slimming down from a rather goofy one to a loving one and he finds himself feeling very warm, something he’d describe as a pleasant spring day, basked in the rays of light and warmth Zarin emitted. It has him melting. It has him moving from the door and into the room just to take one hand into his, the other placed around his waist, chest pressed closely against his as his chin leans against his shoulder, a low, happy tune forming from deep in his throat as he carries them across the floor in a joined dance. 

[traditors]

      it had been a little selfish of him to quietly, secretly hope they wouldn’t run into each other again. he didn’t like growing attached to anyone, particularly not when that someone was a traveller himself and his chances of meeting him again was growing increasingly slimmer as time passed. he had survived worse, had managed to somehow push through as a teenager who had run away from home without anything– including a means to get back. his offer was tempting, though he didn’t like the idea of leeching off of him one bit, and so he simply waved a hand dismissively, returned the cigarette to its previous place and inhaled, turning his head away from the other once he released the smoke again. ❝ you paid for it, right? then i won’t just stick around like that! i’m used to sleeping without a bed anyway, no reason to worry about me~ ❝

[outofthisxworld]

             He knew the city fairly well, for some odd reason he connected it to home while he was there and found himself returning to its sleepless nights and busy days each time he was done with his job somewhere else. As a traveller, and alien to this planet, he had no reason to stick to one place and hop back to it when he could but he craved the familiarity it provided and a sense of belonging. It had been his first home away from home and he had no reason to replace it. He knew its streets, knew its inhabitants even if they didn’t know him and he knew with darkness something wicked woke within the concrete.  ❛ Nonsense! ❜ He protested against his reasoning waved his hand in turn and gently tugged on his blanket and shirt as if ushering him to follow.  ❛ We’re friends, remember? Friends don’t let other friends sleep on dangerous and cold corners. Besides, I would welcome your company. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to in that place for a change. The neon gets annoying eventually. ❜

[traditors]

@outofthisxworld

     he usually didn’t worry about bumping into anyone he knew since there usually wasn’t a soul he was even remotely close with in the universes he spent his time in. the smoking kept him warm to an extend, the fact that it was technically summer and the blanket did the rest. still, he felt it a bit of a waste of light a cigarette when he didn’t know for certain whether this place could even provide him with new ones— or just when he would find one that could. he was pulled out of his dazed, dissociating state by a familiar voice. he twitched softly, blinked up at the other and soon gave a small sigh of relief, along with a smirk. ❝ ah, hi. it’s getting late and i thought i might camp here, actually! ❝ the cigarette twirled in his fingers momentarily before he tapped a finger against it, ridding himself of some burnt up ash before he continued. ❝ what were you still up to? and where are you headed? ❝

[outofthisxworld]

            He didn’t think he’d see him again, not so soon after their last, somewhat bittersweet encounter but he was glad to see him. His smile was warm and friendly, though a hint of concern washed over him at his words. He knew this neighbourhood wasn’t particularly bad, but no corner was a safe corner in a city as big as that one, especially when Zarin could easily be perceived as an easy target.  ❛ Ah, I’m on my way home. Well--- to the room I rented while I’m still here. It’s not much but it’s a roof over the head and the bed’s decent and warm. You’re welcome to join me, actually! I was going to order so take-out food but it’d be nice to eat in company for once. Plus, I’m certain anything I can offer can be more comfortable than concrete and torn cloth. ❜ His smile turned a little teasing, head tilting to the side slightly as his hand squeezed his shoulder gently. 

[outofthisxworld]

[ can easily be found leaning around the corner of a building with a worn and torn blanket draped over him, glasses in his lap and a cigarette between his lips and an occasional puff of smoke leaving him while he half-heartedly dozes ]

              The sun was on it’s slow path toward the horizon when Sy made his way towards the cheap motel, a rather expensive looking necklace slipping into his front pocket and a joyful whistle playing on his lips. It had been a good day overall, peaceful, though filled with enough excitement that led him towards his temporary home vastly richer than before. Though he was in no hurry to reach his bleak destination, the shifter walked casually along the darkening streets -- until a familiar sight had him stopping in his tracks. ❛ Huh? ❜ He blinked down at the figure, recognising his soft features almost instantly, a warm, wide smile breaking over his lips. ❛ Zarin. ❜ Sy called softly, kneeling before him and placing a hand over his shoulder. ❛ What are you doing here like this? ❜

[traditors]

      he had always struck zarin as the type to swoop in and sweep someone off their feet with direct but polite gestures. there were societies that were more open to intimacy among people that hadn’t formed a strong bond, though what he knew from his home was that only very close friends shared these kinds of touches. he brushed it off, mentally, softly repeating the word ‘intimate’ once ( or maybe twice ) and tried to adjust himself to the thought somehow. only when he did the same with the word ‘friends’ did he decide to follow the silent inquiry. he laid down next to him, staring at the sky. ❝ friends, ❝ he repeated once more, holding on to his hand and deciding to let the feeling of being flustered remain a warm one that somehow offered comfort in itself.

[outofthisxworld]

          It was warm. The day was warm, yes, but it wasn’t that. It was the feeling that swept over him when Zarin laid down next to him and repeated the word ‘friends’ like it was somehow more than what it was supposed to be. And perhaps it was, with time fleeting between their fingers like fine grains of sand, it was perhaps something more than the friendships he held back at home. He’ll return to them, they were waiting, but at some point, as attached as he could get to the people he cares for, he would have to let him go. So he held him then, a little tighter and he wiggled his body closer to his until he could turn his head and rest it above his shoulder.  ❛ I like that. ❜ He hummed, chin pressing against the bone and a soft sight leaving his lips.  ❛ Friends. ❜

[traditors]

      he had been curious about the way he acted from the first day on. it was blamed on the universe first, of course; he assumed everyone might be this physical and flirtatious, that it was a simple custom around here– but he was quick to deny that hypothesis. the matter of him being from somewhere else left him a little intrigued, though he had had his suspicions. still, when his hand was grasp and fingers linked, he felt flustered, not used to this kind of gesture and a little lost.       the silence left him room to notice a soft blush, his free hand adjusting his glasses somewhat fidgety before it circled around his legs once more. it was a tempting thought, taking memories with him, though he wasn’t sure whether the fondness he would feel of the things they would do wouldn’t leave him more open to being hurt, in the end. still, it felt like a crime to leave now. instead, he decided to glance at the other carefully, a change of topic direly needed. ❝ —is… is this kind of thing ah… the… hand-holding– is that a custom where you’re from, maybe? ❝

[outofthisxworld]

         The change of topic was much needed and gladly accepted simply because his annoyance with the situation grew more irritating. He liked Zarin, was obviously attracted to him but he intrigued him just as much. He was a puzzle, a mystery he’ll likely never solve but he could still work to know as much as he could about him, worked to get as many good moment out of him as he could. His filtration nature was replaced by something a lot more friendlier and warmer, but no less teasing.              So he smiled at him, warm and soft, and squeezed his hands anew. He tugged on it softly, a silent invitation for the other to lie down next to him should he chose to so he could draw more onto his closeness and warmth.  ❛ No. ❜ Sy answered simply.  ❛ It is usually reserved for friends, family and lovers. A gesture of comfort and an easily breakable promise. Something private and intimate. ❜

[traditors]

      sometimes he was underestimated, sometimes he was overestimated. this universe was beginning to open up to him, he was starting to understand it, things unravelling before his inner eye and he knew there were more things that he could do already– and he knew he shouldn’t stay here much longer, too.        maybe it would be easier if he just disappeared one day and if he was lucky, he’d find him in a universe that wouldn’t leave him fearing what he might turn into. it was ironic, how easily all of this has left him in the mood to run away and let his sadness about not only this potentially lost friendship but all other ones as well run freely. he extended a hand towards the grass, exhaled softly and prompted a few new green blades to grow from the soil where sy had picked them, soon drawing his legs to his chest and resting his head on them. the idea of magic was a promising one, but nothing that managed to cure quite how deeply he had managed to bury his worries. ❝ maybe. i’d like that, but… i’ve been here for a while already. i don’t know how long i’ll stay. ❝

[outofthisxworld]

           He was growing increasingly more annoyed with everything; not with Zarin explicitly but with whatever plagued him that turned him so frightened and cautious.  There was a way he could find out, he could mold himself until he became him, receiving his life and his memories along with his face. But it was a huge breach of trust between them and, not only that, he would stay with him forever. Sy had enough of his own hardships to face without bearing the cross of someone else as well. He was certain that whatever turned the odd man so timid was nothing pleasant at all.                  ❛ Ah damn. ❜ He sighed anew, throwing himself back against the grass but before he fell, he grasped Zarin’s hand. Fingers twined between his, squeezing gently as his other arm was thrown over his eyes once more. Thumb stroked over the back of his hand, another beat of silence passing between them that stretched into a minute -- but stopped there.  ❛ Stay with me then, while you’re still here. We might as well make memories worth remembering. ❜

[traditors]

      the damage was already done, so to speak. he felt bad for putting his own mind’s ease first rather than doing what someone asked of him. it wouldn’t be his fault if something happened ( except it would be ) and it wouldn’t have been his decision ( except it would have ) and still he decided to turn him down. the silence and a lack of back-paddeling from the other made him feel all the worse about it.       he still felt as though he wanted to recline into himself, too pained by the fact that someone else was aware of what he thought might be his ‘curse’, so to speak. when sy spoke again, however, he would have almost preferred the silence to return. he could relate to wanting to go home but he usually didn’t meet people he parted ways with again. ❝ is— uh… is that your way of saying goodbye? because i… i can’t promise to find you? i’m not very good at it, ah… ❝

[outofthisxworld]

           ❛ No, not yet. ❜ Sy sighed and dug his fingers into the green blades of the grass. It was cool to the touch, soft, brimming with life Sy tore away once his fingers plucked strands from the ground.  ❛ That would have been an awful way to say goodbye. ❜ A soft smile played at the corner of his lips as one long blade of grass was wrapped around his index finger, pushed with the nail of his thumb until a green stain stood apart from his pale skin.                 ❛  However you can. ❜ Her repeated, nudging his shoulder with his own lightly and turning towards the younger.  ❛ And if you can’t, I’ll keep you as a memory. I say this because there’s magic in that world, more than I can explain. Bookcases that cover tower was from head to too, shaking under the weight of paper and stone, gods that walk the ground like common people. There could be something, someone there that could help you understand... pure speculation of course. Ah, but we still have time here though. I’m nowhere near done. We could go explore this place for a bit. ❜

[traditors]

      it upset him that he had this conversation, particularly because sy seemed to pick specifically and easily what it was that bothered him besides it all. he wanted to know, of course he did, but he didn’t want to risk someone being about as pained about something as he was about not being able to go back to his own universe. he put his hands on his legs, curled his fingers against them nervously and glance at the ground before him. he decided to be quiet about it, glanced from left to right sometimes and barely resisted the urge to bolt off. of course he was lonely, terribly so, but he did already feel like he was mad most of the time. waking up with new objects in his pocket and in different places and he never knew if something happened in between, if the portals were at fault or something was wrong with him and it was troubling enough already.

[outofthisxworld]

        The silence stretched into a minute, and the minute stretched into five. Uncomfortable, it laid above him thickly, densely, filling his chest with heavy regret that mingled with the disappointment. He didn’t aim to upset Zarin, but he knew his words would cut sharply. He was not the most sensitive of men, nor the most mature and his childish nature prevailed. Zarin did not deserve his scorn however; he had not done him wrong.              It still sat sour on his tongue, that he was rejected that easily, defeated in a battle of words. Zarin’s will was unmovable, he could see it when his eyes glowed the faintest shade of blue and his soul flickered before his eyes for a moment before guilt forced him to shut his magic down. He sat up, shifted until he was sitting next to Zarin, shoulder to shoulder.  ❛ I’ll leave this planet eventually. You know this, right? I’m not from here and I want to go home once my mission here is done and I don’t want to return back. Find me then. .However you can. ❜

[traditors]

      he’d waited for this, for the day he would see another friend for the last time without knowing or let him down involuntarily. it always felt bad whenever he had to tell someone that he couldn’t take them along and they were always disappointed. he was simply too afraid that something unspeakable might happen, something possibly worse than death. ❝ then i won’t know, ❝ came his quiet reply, careful and soft because it felt a little like he was being selfish. ❝ i– i don’t know what it could do, just… i can’t do it with someone– i mean, we’re– i can’t. sorry. ❝

[outofthisxworld]

         He groaned, displeasure and disappointment apparent on his sullen features and he laid down on the grass instead, an arm thrown over his eyes to stop the sharp glare of the rays from bothering him. He could understand not wishing to take him along for his own safety but living peacefully while not knowing? It would have eaten Sy alive. He was never satisfied with maybe’s and ‘we will never know’s. He could not rest his mind until he knew just how and why and what was going to happen. Zarin apparently did not share his curiosity.  ❛ How can you not wish to know though? Are you not at all curious? There’s a possibility that you don’t have to travel alone but you take the lonely route out of safety. You’ll go mad one day. ❜  

[traditors]

      he was anxious about it, beyond belief; the unknown kept him from finding a way out of his loneliness, had him suffering whenever he befriended someone and then continued travelling and that was why he was hesitant towards the other, too. he liked him, liked the conversations and the flirtatious jabs that boosted his self-confidence a little without breaching his comfort zone. it pained him a little to let the other down, but it didn’t feel like the risk could be worth the possible reward. he glanced down, sighed softly and shook his head. ❝ —i’m sorry, but… i’d rather not ? ❝

[outofthisxworld]

        Of course his expression fell into something more sullen, pout formed on his lips and expectancy was replaced with disappointment. He wanted to see more of everything now that he knew they exited; his home, yes, his favourite, buzzing magic and a hundred thousand secrets to discover but it was something familiar and safe compared to the worlds Zarin uncovered. He wanted adventure, he wanted to feel like he was pushing and prodding where he shouldn’t.  ❛ Why NOT? ❜ He whined, sounding almost like a child and heartbroken just as well.  ❛ You’ll never know if you don’t try. Why not with ME? ❜

[outofthisxworld]

         He was silent for a moment, pondering over thoughts and ideas at such a speed that left the young shifter perplexed. Would he dare to experiment, would he go as far as Zarin took him? Earth bored him for the moment, the dull, empty atmosphere causing him to get anxious and he was all but ready to leave it. Zarin found his way back often enough for him to return to his mission once done.  ❛ Do you want to take me? So we can try? ❜ Sy questioned, shifting closer to his with rather excited eyes and anticipation holding his muscles upright. What would be the worst to happen if he did take him? Death? He did not fear it. He had lived shortly, but it felt like an eternity already.

                                                                             from x | @traditors

[traditors]

    ❝ i think it’s something with my mind ? it’s a bit… messy. i– can’t go back home, for example. side effects are usually unpleasant, though. ❝ a small pause, then, as he blinked at the other in mild confusion. ❝ fl– uh, why… ? ❝ of course, it had happened before, though it had left him about as befuddled as it did just then. nevertheless, he followed with a small, uncertain smile. ❝ y-yeah, i quit looking completely lost a while ago. it’s useful but doesn’t help with navigating around. oh ? okay, then. ❝

[outofthisxworld]

             ❛ With your mind? I can’t say I’ve ever heard of mind powers like yours. I am fascinated with how they work. ❜ His blink was met with another grin, innocent enough in itself and he bumped lightly against him.  ❛ You’re cute mostly. And I really am fascinated with how you work. World hopping can’t be that boring. I bet you’ve plenty of interesting stories to tell and I’m all ears about them. You can’t blame a man for being a sucker to intrigue right? ❜ Pulling him across the street, he pointed at a a coffee shop not to far from where they were standing.  ❛ We’re heading there. It’s usually quiet so we’ll have the privacy to talk. Honestly, they don’t have the best coffee in the world but it’s a great place for private meetings. Their cakes are phenomenal though. ❜

[luckofthedrxw-blog]

     While normally that feeling would have abated long ago ( a brief flash of spice to his senses and nothing more ), it seemed to linger this time, rolling off of the male atop him in a seemingly endless supply that had his senses overloaded and thoughts numb for more. A creature of solitude as he was for the most part, interactions were meant to be short and heated, sparks of either pain or pleasure that flashed through like an angry thunderstorm only to blow away moments later. For the first time in as long as he could remember though, he didn’t want that, not when the mere thought of fading back into the dull and lifeless world around him had nails digging trenches into his guest’s hip, dragged upwards to scratch along the line of his side and rest upon his ribs. No, Ian was not one to deny his own greed.

     It was why his other hand shifted up to drag fingers through his guest’s hair and curl around the ends, why his breath came out in a soft, stuttering gasp with each roll of those hips that sent pleasure sparking along his nerves and a shiver down his spine. The heat of lips against his bare skin felt akin to a fire set within his veins, thrumming with that energy he wanted to drink up until he was full, an empty well desperate to overflow. It was as if his own body sang to the tune of a song he had never heard before, and if not for all of his attention focussed upon the other instead of his surroundings, it might have overwhelmed him just how far he was capable of stretching that same awareness now. 

    Ian’s every sense was trained elsewhere right now though, on the new expanse of skin and those taunting lips trailing down his chest. Not sparing a moment, dancing fingers immediately took advantage of all of that new territory, another short gasp on his lips and an arch in his spine even while he traced along the line of the other’s spine practiced expertise. His hips buckled, pressing up from the floor to chase after more of that friction, the grip within blond locks tightening in a small tug, nails digging in to the base of the thief’s spine with another pleased moan.

               ❝You’ll have to remind me to repay the favor,❞ he purred out, eyes again           flashing that deep gold when his awareness stretched out just briefly to confirm           that the necklace was still where it had been last. ❝Though, you can compensate            me in plenty of ways, I’m sure~❞

[outofthisxworld]

                                                He loved this.

             Gasps and moans that played the most natural and sweetest melody known              to him, something he never knew how to recreate or ever even wanted to (              afterall, music was nothing more than a tool to him ), muscles moving under              his touch and lips, feeling the skin heat up underneath him as his touch passed              from one patch of skin to another, brushing and pushing against sensitive               nerves that only sparked a burning flame in himself and whomever he was               with that ended in a dance of limbs and lips, bringing two people as close              as anyone can get without the use of magic ( he was sure it turned into a drug              to those that connected together spiritually during sex. he’s never tried; he’s not              sure he wants to, either or if he’ll ever trust anyone to do it ). It didn’t matter               the species of a person, it all ended in the same burst of pleasure he had grown               somewhat addicted to. 

             And he was never really sure which he preferred more; to be the one on the              receiving end of pleasure, to have someone’s hands roam his body and lips              kiss down his neck or behind his ear until his vision grew white from ecstasy              or to be the one giving it. To be in control and to reduce someone to a messy               state of broken moans and please and arched backs to press closer, chasing               after what he only teased about. In that moment he enjoyed the heavy breaths              he invoked from his host, revelled in the way his back arched against him,              how his skin brushed against his and he grew somewhat impatient, wishing               to bury himself inside him and press their chests together until there was               no room left between them, until they have gone far enough for him to let go              and sink in that well of magic, that small, sweet pond of energy he could not              quite push out of his mind. But he wanted to see just how far he could push              the other before he’d try and flip them over again, to be the one in charge. 

             He hummed playfully in response to his words as his lips pressed against               a nipple, tongue darting out to gently roll around the pink bundle of nerves as               his hips grind down to meet the other’s. His mind was aware of every finger               on his body, in his hair, documenting and tracking each press into his skin              and he wondered how many marks he’ll find once he leaves this apartment              and he hoped the answer was many. Noting said better that he was doing a              great job than physical evidence left on his body by grasping hands and teeth.              One of his hands slipped under his arched back and pressed against the small              of his back as the other trailed down lower, slipping between them and under the              hem of his trousers, fingers pressing gently over his shaft. Another hum passed              his lips as he released his nipple from between his teeth, a grin curving his              lips upwards. 

                                ❛ Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way to pay me back. ❜

[dragonscroll-deactivated2016092]

right-handed?? haha, no. FIGHT-handed

[luckofthedrxw-blog]

     Ian would not exactly himself a gentle lover. It’s not that he was necessarily overly rough, but simply found in his lack of lasting consideration towards his partners. He relished in those one night stands, interactions that were heated and teasing from the start to the very end and then left just like that, a faded memory to disappear with time and be replaced by another. He, himself, loved those marks and scratches to linger upon his skin come morning, an evidence of passion and a night well spent that left the painter grinning well into the next evening as well. That said, it wasn’t often that he ended up on the floor, at least not like this, with his head complaining at the force and dragging air into lungs still rebelling from the initial force of his back meeting the hard ground. After all, it was wood, not carpet, something he had never regretted until this moment in particular. 

     In any other situation, maybe he would have cared more, but it was already evidence enough that he was slipping just by his near unconscious manipulation of the table, that same buzz in his veins and fog around his thoughts enough to have his head tilting back when fingers pressed through his hair to send a pleasant shiver around his eyes and have lips parted with a barely audible sigh of approval. Later he could worry about the slip, about how easy he found it in that moment to reach out to the area around him, to shift the table as if it had been nothing at all, something that normally would have at least been a noticeable effort. And maybe it was the distraction, the mouthwatering, bright-eyed distraction that felt like a delicious high and looked just as tempting; regardless he just didn’t care.

     So damn the lingering headache and how his shoulder blades complained about the fall and damn his failure to pay as close attention to what was going on around him for once. The weight against him was enoguh to have those thoughts fizzle at the back of his mind anyway, all but a vague sense of smug satisfaction shoved to the background when those lips found his jaw and the hand upon his hip enough to draw out that rather annoying sensitivity of his, one that had his back arching ever so slightly and his own hand shifting away from the floor to lazily wrap an arm around the back of his guest’s neck. He wasn’t stubborn enough to bite back the soft moan that fell free from slightly parted lips when those hips rolled against his own, now would he want to even if he was. Not to say that he was one to simply give in, even to as tempting a position as this was. His free hand’s path was slow, tracing up along the other’s knee to ghost fingers in a slow, teasing dance up, slipping to trace along the inner line of his thigh and hesitating there before moving on to the edge of his trousers where he gave another pointed tug at the edge of his shirt. 

               ❝Take your time – Do whatever you want honestly, as long as this,❞ he           tugged again, huff on his lips, ❝comes off.❞

[outofthisxworld]

         It did not take much to figure out that his host likely had similar mindset to Sy’s              when it came to sex and sexual intimacy, the fact that he had yet to ask for his             name told him as much ( and the fact that Sy had literally broken into his              apartment to hide from the victim of his thievery before he would be spotted as             and oddity in the apartment complex but he hardly paid attention to that anymore ).             Had it not been for the strange well of magic he felt around him, Sy would have              easily counted this as one of his many nameless one-night stands where after             all was said and done, he would happily part ways, never seeing him again. 

            But he was addicting, in the sense that even his skin tasted like elixir, a              combination of salty, sweet and bitter that formed a taste that was largely unique             to his company that made it almost impossible for his lips to part with his skin.             Perhaps he was homesick and he smelled and tasted just like any other being             he had met but when his thoughts were already cloudy from the pleasure his              rolling hips caused he couldn’t be blamed for thinking straight. One day he’ll             return to the stranger, perhaps after his business in China was over, and set              aside the obvious attraction in favour to logically come to the conclusion of             of the hows and whats and whys of his existence. Perhaps he’ll have some              answers to offer to the stranger so he wouldn’t feel too guilty for satisfying his             curiosity of his life ( especially since if it weren’t for the energy he felt he              wouldn’t even care ).

            But for now he focused on the moment of passion that burned between them.             Shivers ran over his body as his hand traced ghostly over his thigh and Sy             became painfully aware of his arousal ( and the ruby necklace still weighting             heavy in his pocket ). He paused a moment to breathe steadily, lips parted             and wet against his neck and as he shifted and moved and pressed his hips             further down against his, he felt his own soft moan mirror the sweet sound              he invoked just a few moments earlier. He chuckled however a moment later,             pulling away from him with obvious hesitance and slowness though sitting up             long enough to pull the shirt over his head and toss it onto the couch.  ❛ I might             as well compensate you for the pain. ❜ He winked, leaning back down and pressing             hungry kisses down his chest.  ❛ Don’t say I never did anything for you, dear. ❜

[fatalux-blog]

–Living as far outside of town as she did, Ria had the luxury of setting up a protective barrier along the perimeter. Since she did get any number of visitors a week, it wasn’t a defense mechanism so much as an early alert system. When the familiar ping went off in the corner of her mind, the healer set aside the poisonous root she’d been dissecting and made her way to the front of the house after locking her workshop. Too many times she’d had a nosy child get into trouble back there. It was just bad business to send someone’s son home with green boils. They’d make her heal it anyways and that was just a hassle. 

When her visitor finally knocked, she almost missed it. The faint pattering at the door was so unlike the usual demands she got. A muted thump solidified her curiosity, making Ria move a bit faster than usual to unlock the door. The sudden appearance of a grown man bleeding on her freshly cleaned stoop was absolutely not what she’d expected. With practiced eyes she glanced over his body to narrow down the source of the blood, quickly finding the knife wound. From his clammy skin and confused eyes, he’d likely gone into shock from blood loss. 

Heaving a monumental sigh, Ria crouched near the figure, giving him a brief shake on the shoulder. The man looked half dead already and she really hated wasting her efforts. 

      “Hey, you. Can you hear me?”

It’d be so much easier just to shove him back out and into the woods and let him sort himself out. Though if he did survived that he’d probably create more problems to deal with. With this in mind and against her better judgement, she began mentally compiling a list of necessary equipment and medicine for treating him. 

[outofthisxworld]

             To be fair, it was not the worst wound he suffered. There had been that unfortunate               incident a few years ago back home, where he had snuck into a noble’s home only              for a guard to find him rummaging through a jewellery box. He had barely gotten              away but he still had a nasty gush on his right leg where the guard slashed through              his flesh. He was sure he would never see the light of day again with the amount               of blood he spilled on the floor. But magic was far more potent in his world than it              is on Earth and he had claimed many times that luck favoured him for a healer               had found him and patched him up sending him off with only mild pain where the              air pressure dropped around him and lightning cracked through the sky. 

             He prayed that his luck hadn’t abandoned him again. 

             The shake of his shoulders had him groaning, feeling every muscle and bone              move under the soft pressure of her hand. Like sparks, pain shot through his               side, adding fuel to the fire of agony that boiled in the pit of... well it was               everywhere, except maybe his feet but those felt like they had thousands of              pins and needles being stuck at the soles of them. If he looked as half dead              as he felt he imagined the ghostly pale skin and bloodshot eyes were not the              best of visuals. But he turned to his hopefully would be savour and forced his              eyes open at least a crack. 

             His vision was going dark, edges around the woman shadowy and, well, black               and the porch light above her head did actually make her look of the angelic              sort and if she managed to actually stitch him up, he’ll just be inclined to believe              she.  ❛ Barely. You’re more on the muted side. ❜ Talking took effort out of him,              energy he didn’t have and if he were any less stupider he would have stuck to              simple yes and no answers. Wittiness was all he had when his lungs felt              like they were on fire and his tongue tasted of copper.

             ( he always did say his loose tongue would get him killed but he didn’t think                                                     it would be this literally )

              ❛  Pardon my rudeness, miss, but I think I’m about to pass out.❜

              And he did. A moment later when the last waves of shadow took the                porch light halo into their snares and any sort of thought ceased immediately.