#daymeetsnight

[askrossiel]

“i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.” -dusk says hi

Rossiel shook her head, choosing her words carefully before nosing at her letter-chart.  ‘I shan’t turn down help when offered.  That’s how people get hurt.  Even people who are temporarily wolves.’

[lindethiel]

@daymeetsnight :

Dusk stared at her in disbelief. His eyes were wide enough that the whites could be seen even through the dark veil he’d taken to wearing in the daylight hours.

“…This is a common occurrence for you,” he said in disbelief. “If you wait too long to wash it the blood will set and it’ll be stained forever. …Is it someone else’s blood or are you just walking around injured without a care?”

"That's why I try to wear mostly black," Lindethiel agreed, nodding along to his concerns as though he was expressing worries about the quality of the shortbread. "Stains don't show so badly on that. Just adds some texture." 

Speaking of texture, she did critically consider two different loaves of bread at the stall, dipping her head to one side then the other as she held a silent debate over sourdough or rye. She checked her coin pouch at her hip and pursed her lips, her decision swiftly made based on costs. After wrapping up the loaf in (clean) cloth and tucking it in a bag, she realized Dusk was still horrified at her appearance and flashed him a disconcertingly chipper grin. "Someone else's. --I think. ... Yeah, no, this isn't mine," she decided, a nod of finality. "Bread here's good. Not as good as my recipe, but I'm not feeling like baking and doing laundry today."

[sashaofravenlock]

Continued from X

@daymeetsnight

The stranger was just an elf, neither particularly tall or menacing looking, with just a satchel and a little hunting knife at his side. He met the woman’s eyes and glanced to her hands, wincing a bit in sympathy.

“It’s yours then,” he said quietly. “I mean you no harm and that looks rather painful. You should cover your wounds at least- here, I’ve some bandages in my bag…”

He moved slowly, carefully reaching around his knife and tilting his satchel while he opened it, so she could see the lovingly divided inks and herbs and papers inside. There were indeed several fat little rolls of cloth and he slowly drew one out, along with a little jar that smelled faintly of wild honey. He held these aloft so she could take them without needing to get too close.

“Stay away.“ A growl tore through her throat, the skin on her nose wrinkling as white teeth were bared to the other. Sympathy would not win her over, nor would it save him should he get too close.

Fury lined her expression, icy gaze studying the stranger and the visible contents of his satchel, falling with haste upon the small hunting knife upon his hip. Anything was a threat while she was injured, no matter its size, but the iron forged knife would be a death sentence.

“I said,” she snarled, “stay back.“ Pain cut through her expression as she bore weight upon her injured ankle, the fae toppling over as she attempted to escape the stranger. 

[ask-crs-sides]

*hisses* stay away from my child! I will not hide behind an anon to protect my newly adopted son! I once respected you Ms. Sanders... we discussed home decor once... But now... I must go against you... I'm sorry... but this is how it must be!

“Oh god.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “So melodramatic.”

[parkersanders]

Heeeeeeeyyy *slides in awkwardly* can I perhaps be added to those awesome tags on those awesome fanficles you write *fingerguns* cause they're awesome sauce *fingerguns slides out*

Hey thanks!! I assume you want to be on the full writing list...? If you only want to be added to the SAD fic list then let me know!!

[askrossiel]

@daymeetsnight

He fully expected a snarl, a snap, even a bit of a cower or at least a wary glance from the wolf, but a sigh was completely unexpected. And for her to look for the river, well, that took the cake.

Dusk tilted his head, wrinkling his brow and biting at his lip like his mother had so many times while pouring over barely legible scrolls. He certainly couldn’t just walk away now, not with curiosity burning away at him, and so he tightened his bagstrap a little closer to his back and dared to creep closer.

“You’re an odd one,” he said gently, then stopped himself with a little snort. “And that’s coming from one like me. Well, we can be strange together, eh?”

He was sure she’d understood him. At the very least she was used to people enough to be completely calm in their presence, but dangerous though that could be for wild beasts it didn’t explain her mannerisms, how she took his words as a cue to move.

…Perhaps she wasn’t wild at all.

“Oh come on then,” he sighed. “I’ll show you. I had a camp back there that won’t be too hard to remake.” He took a few steps on the path he’d just come from, waiting to see if she’d follow.

Though she tensed slightly as Dusk moved closer, she soon relaxed when it was obvious he meant no harm.  Odd was, she supposed, an accurate summation, and anyone who thought themself odd in the same manner couldn’t be all bad.

Rossiel raised her head at this last proposal.  Camp meant safety, meant not having to compete with her truly wild cousins, nor creatures imbued with spirits far less meek than her own.  Besides, she could do with the company.  She made a ‘whuff’ of agreement and padded along behind him.

[askrossiel]

Dusk: *sees doggo, must pet* -daymeetsnight

-wary snuffling-

[lindethiel]

"Greetings! -That. That is the local custom, yes? You can greet people by just saying greetings? Or must I talk about starlight something or other to every new face I meet?" [daymeetsnight]

She laughed, delighted by the stranger’s sassy monologue. Finally! Someone else around here who thought the whole ~Fancy Elven Customs~ were pompous and absurd.

“If the new face looks vaguely offended by your breathing the same air they do, best to say something about twinkly stars and graces of godly beings and whatnot,” she recommended. “Otherwise, a simple greeting of greetings is perfectly fine.”

@daymeetsnight