#{lily 01}

[swearwolfx-archive]

Where: Lily's Flat Who: @fauvehoof

It had been a couple of weeks since Lily had been released from St. Mungo’s, he had visited her while there and popped by the house a few times. He offered treats and to watch Harry when needed trying to do what he could for his friends. It didn’t seem like enough but he didn’t have anything else to offer as all Lily needed now was time. Her physical wounds were healed for the most part but those of the mind would take more time to fade though he was sure they would never completely go away. He wanted to say the right thing to help but he wasn’t sure what that was. For now, he owled Lily to ask if she wanted to spend a day outside, thinking it might be good for her to get some fresh air and they would keep it nearby. Lily had agreed to it and that was how he found himself standing outside their door.

He knocked, before sending a patronus in to let Lily know it was really him and that it was safe to open the door. He was sure she had to be anxious over the whole thing, not sure that she had been outside since the event. Lily was strong though and it would take little steps to slowly get her back to normal, to feel comfortable being out in the world again. When the door opened he smiled, not sure if he should hug her or not, if her injuries still caused pain so he just hovered outside. “Hey Lils, how are you feeling?” There was a small basket at his side having packed some treats for them to enjoy the afternoon.

[stranded-mik]

location: the jungle @starlit-lilies

Mik was not too good on impulse control. That sort of, think first act later behaviour had been beaten out of him in rugby, literally. No time to think about where to pass the ball, just look behind you and trust your gut and hope to hell you manage to pass it before the opposing lock sends his shoulder into your gut. All that was to say that when Mik had been warned from venturing into the jungle, it had only set loose the desire to do specifically that.

He'd only meant to go in a few paces, look around, feel satisfied at having seen the jungle, and then head back to the beach for some more sunbathing. But after only a couple of paces it had been hard to do a full 180, and when Mik kept turning to go back towards the beach he had a sinking feeling he was only going deeper. "Oh Michael Kaufman," he chided to himself, shivering at the sound of unfamiliar primates and birds laughing way up in the canopy. "You really put your foot in it now."

In for a penny, in for a pound, wasn't that what had ruined his life in the first place?

Mik trudged on, wrapping his arms around himself as the temperature dropped. He jumped at everything, a vine that looked vaguely like a snake, some twigs snapping around him, a particularly loud bird that decided to make a loud squawk at the wrong time. Mik shuddered and pushed forward, panicked now, his eyes setting upon an area of the forest that looked a little lighter. The edge? Mik raced forward, coming out from the jungle... into another, smaller patch of jungle.

Here there were stumps of much bigger trees, but they were badly scorched. Looked like some weirdly isolated fire, and now the new growth of the jungle was taking over. Mik panted, taking a moment to look around and think. Fuck, Nick had made him watch so many Bear Grylls shows (a definite hottie)! Think, think, think... The moss would grow on the south side of trees. Mik walked up to one of the stumps, but there was moss all around the trunk. And even if he did manage to find south, where the hell was the beach? He didn’t have in-built GPS!

Another twig snapped behind him and Mik was just on edge enough to jump high from fright, letting out a little panicked shout as he whipped around towards the sound. Seeing someone standing behind him gave him another fright, a second jumpscare. He hated those in horrors, so cheap, but effective in real-sortof-life when you were worried you were going to be eaten in the jungle. "Jesus," he exclaimed, clutching his heart as he calmed down. "Please tell me you know how to get out of here," Mik said, too anxious for pleasantries right now.

[evikoning]

Date: May 1st 2021 Time: 6:15 pm Location: Lily’s house

@lilysundara​

"Hello?” She’s knocked a few times by now, though Lily had told her over the phone to just come in. It felt like intruding, though, no matter how many times she’d crossed this threshold when it was her own. Evi cracks the door further, blinking at the color on the walls. “Godverdoem.” It sure is... well... yellow. Extremely so. At least the main hallway is, though she leaves that with some haste after hearing a loud noise from upstairs. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t warned Lily about her arrival, and yet Evi repeatedly calls for the house’s current occupant as she scales the stairs. When she finds her, she raises a brow at the current state of affairs. Still, before she can address that, she has got to bring up the color of that hallway. Jerking a thumb back in the direction from whence she came, she tilts her head. “So, your favorite color’s clearly blue.” A sarcastic asshole until the day she dies. Hopefully they’ll inscribe that on her gravestone. If she gets one. “Now, what is it that you’re so skittish about? You can’t tell me that you, noble fae councilwoman, are scared of a plant. Don’t you have magic where you come from? This shouldn’t be anything new.”

[concordantknight-blog]

@bileblooded

One would not think an angel would have much reason to prepare tea.

The task itself requires delicate concentration and precise movements, made even more difficult when performed by a being whose entire body is built to be a weapon. And the resulting drink has no practical use to her - even if she had a metabolism with which to process it and a tongue with which to taste it, the tea would still turn to ashes in her ever-burning mouth.

But it is so easy, as a near-immortal, to lose sight of the small lives of humans, to think oneself above their daily struggles and pleasures. Making tea grounds her in the simple moments she fights every day to preserve.

She inhales the steam coming off of her freshly-poured cup, and lets the heady aromas waft through her body.

When she opens her eyes again, there is a human standing in the doorway. White Chain smiles at her, and lifts her cup invitingly. “Hello,” she says. “Would you like to join me?“

[locuscaeruleus-blog]

@bileblooded​ 

They can’t avoid the Sea of Crises forever, however much Eddie would like to try. However long he procrastinates, bothering the locals of Tranquility or Nectar and putting together a half-assed dossier on everything that’s going on, they do have to sleep eventually.

Confronting other people’s problems is easy, and he’s never shied away from causing a mess. But when it’s his own problems, his own anxieties, it’s another thing entirely.

And Venom’s anxieties are, on a practical level, his anxieties-- echoes and reactions to the animal paranoia Venom feels in their new home, snowballed into reflexive avoidance on his part, like he can just pretend the problem isn’t there. They can just sleep on the beach or something, like they broke into some B-list asshole’s private piece of Santa Monica.

It’s actually Venom who tells him to chill the fuck out, although not in so many words: if they don’t figure out what is going on in Crises, Venom reasons, then there is no way to defend against it. No way to eliminate the threat. Eddie can’t argue with that, however much he’d like to.

So.

They’ve made it as far as the lobby.

The place feels like a cartoon haunted mansion. Like Scooby-Doo or Morticia Addams are about to come around the corner at any second. So Eddie can’t put together why it feels like there’s something just behind them, spitting and baring its teeth. He’s been standing here for twenty minutes, pacing, letting Venom walk them around in circles like a dog trying to catch a scent. Nothing.

Their reverie breaks before it gets too far away from them: there’s someone else here.

Eddie doesn’t know how Venom knows these things, but he can feel the shape of the knowledge in their shared consciousness, even if he can’t see out of the back of his head or feel the micro-vibrations of footsteps or whatever the hell Venom does. Whoever it is, she’s stepping through the front door to the lobby, on the other side of the room from where Eddie finds himself suddenly trying to get it together.

(You look crazy, Eddie.)

(Oh, yeah? Wonder why that could be. Might have something to do with the alien red-alert you’ve been--)

(Act normal. Say hi.) 

“Oh, hey,” Eddie says, with a sheepish half-smile that says sorry to bother you, do you have change for a dollar? “Do you live around here? I’m new, I’m just trying to, you know. Get my bearings.