#drolliic

[reamare]

"I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more. You do mumble in your sleep, though. I'm not going to tell you what you said." partially because Gon missed some of it, drifting in and out himself in small bouts of sleep between making sure to change the cloth keeping Killua's temperature down and that he has everything he may need in case he wakes up for more than a few minutes at a time. Like right now -- a cup of tea that is just right in terms of warmth and some easy on the stomach snacks.

❝ i do not. don't you know lying is bad? ❞

& he’s sticking out his tongue, defiant & a tad bit sulky, if he’s to be completely transparent with himself. killua isn’t the kind of person to find solace in stillness ; his life had been lived upon a knife’s edge, always moving, always aware. where gon might have been told to rest & recuperate when sick, killua had learned to walk it off. illness is a display of weakness, & any visible weakness gets you killed.

gon’s concern, though flattering, is 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 for killua, & it’s a little [ … ] disconcerting. how is he supposed to handle this sort of care when it prickles at his very skin with a strange sort of unease?

arms cross, & he’s elbowing gon in the side, none too gentle. ❝ ugh. how long are you planning to confine me to bed rest anyway? don't you understand that i know my own limits?! ❞

domestic starter prompts. answered.

[abyssmalice]

Stares expectantly with her big empty shiny (in the sense that they're like smooth rocks; dark, flat, smooth brain indicator) eyes. @drolliic will address her with the proper respect and decorum (and sense of amusing defeat), yes?

"Junior Hat Guy... You're not going to be a total meanie to me, right? I did study at the Akademiya for two years before you, you know..."

[vicefifths]

"You look terrible. I mean that with so much love." the attempted glare has absolutely no effect on Illuga who takes his seat in a nearby chair, carefully balancing a tray on his legs -- lohikeitto with a personal touch as he's observed how Lohen's tastes are "You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real. Please."

being stationed in the winter depths of nod - krai came with advantages & disadvantages alike. though there were more than enough monsters & a certain bustle in the main town that was certain to keep the vice captain entertained, there was no denying that the weather could be a soldier's worst enemy & though lohen liked to think that his immune system could handle a great deal ⸻ [ ... ] he is not infallible.

the fever had crept up on him with a rehearsed kind of stealth. at first, lohen had determined to ignore the slight shakes; the way his breath came in shorter, the slight sheen to pale skin. ignoring it meant he wasn't weak ⸻ hadn't been taken down by anything as trifling as an infection. & when ignoring it had become too difficult, he'd opted to obscure it instead ⸻ sequestering his symptoms away akin to 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 seeking to avoid conflict.

illuga, it seemed, had not bought his act.

❝ you don't have to sit around playing housemaid for me, birdie. ❞ a grin, sharp as the blade he had hidden in his boot until illuga had wrestled it from him & demanded he stay in bed. lohen rolls his eyes, pointedly turns away from the other, & most certainly from the bowl of lohikeitto [ ... ] as tempting as it was. ❝ who's going to help your friends out on the field, hm? i mean, there's a lot of practice targets ⸻ sorry, wild hunt ⸻ out there, & you know i help to cut that down considerably. i'm fine, see? ❞

sickness prompts!

[captivemuses]

@drolliic liked for a starter! sc.

"Glad no one got hurt from the trees falling earlier, I'm sure that's a report you never want to fill out." Wind wasn't something Cyno typically encountered whenever he was in the rainforest, so having to walk around several fallen trees on his way into Gandharva Ville was certainly not the norm, even after all the unusual things that happened as of late when the latest disaster in Sumeru was dispelled. But in any case, one of the Mahamatras arms was comfortably wrapped around Tighnari's waist while the Ranger was taking notes on the scene just outside the village.

[lightricks]

One step forward, two steps back. Elegant pirouette that allows Lohen to easily evade incoming attack just to push himself forward in an arc with his own swing. A familiar dance by now, their combined footwork so good and beautiful, they truly do look like two pieces slotted together perfectly -- not dissimilar to the Fontainian mek he's heard about dancing together near the opera.

"'Til death do us apart'? Yeah, no, as if I'm letting you go that easily!" and laughter, manic, bordering on something more. Teeth barred to show tiny fangs on full display, pupils blown out. To say that he's enjoying sparring with Childe is putting it lightly.

[ [ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver. ]

@drolliic.

he hates, hates the fact that the way lohen attacked was more artistry than violence, how what would have been a fatalistic blow to a lesser man instead only stunned childe into something like a stupor. whatever footwork stopped momentary, the musical number of clashing blades in their heads coming to a discordant stop as harbinger’s hand lowered to his abdomen, feeling the warm pooling blood soak his glove before ever feeling fiery sting as it began to coarse through the rest of his body. blood wretches from the harbinger’s mouth, viscera streaking across palid skin as he moved to wipe it away and stalk back to his assailant with dizzying determination.

the legacy would not allow its host to die, it barely allotted childe time to rest before blood was demanded for blood. whatever healing salve upon the blade only doubled his remarkable healing progress, flesh and muscle knitting together before childe had any chance to treat it. this was the might of the eleventh harbinger. but he had to admit, it had been some time before an opponent had landed such a precise, beautiful strike. shock turns to elation, the feral gleam in his eye reflecting a foreboding attack.

          “   is that the best you can do, knight of favonius ?   ”

his words came out a gleeful sneer, as the dance between blades resumed, frostbitten metal and riptide blades moving as if in harmonic sync despite the damage they continued to inflict upon the battlefield ; water, drenching and cutting. ice, sharp and deadly in its wake. gods, he was having the time of his life against this vice captain. each alternate vocal a mix between barely restrained laughter, and a short lived cry of triumph. one more hit, one more strike. block, parry, counter attack. childe didn’t have to move anymore, he moved with the knight as if on pure instinct.

it only took one lucky strike to gain the upper hand. wrist pinned, dagger locked in a battle of sheer strength as childe’s hydro blade pressed down more and more force, crushing lohen to the abandoned ruin’s brick lay.

          “   should have slid that knife deeper.   ”   voice a breathy rasp, eyes dark and intense.   “   should have dug it in and twisted, caught it on my insides.   ”

non-verbal prompts.

[starsines]

"Rumour has is that you wouldn't mind a picnic at Starsnatch Cliff right about now." [ Aether! ]

Send “Rumour has it...” and a rumour about my muse in my ask!

( 💎 ) "Aetherrrrrrrrrr...... you promised me this picnic ages agoooooo." She whines. Still wanting to have that picnic of course but rightfully upset that she had to wait so long for it.

"I'm about to snatch you away from everyone else for it." The rumour is true!

[reamare]

"i believe you promised me you'd lay low." voice soft and gentle, not a trace of accusation in it, but rather... Concern tinted by a hint of amusement. How long has it been since they've last seen each other? More than enough, and the relief that floods Robin hits stronger than she thought it would. It's good to see the Sunday is doing well even though the circumstances for their reunion could have been better. [ I miss my precious angel SO. Them crossing paths in Planarcardia 🤔 ]

following the dissolution of the order within penacony, sunday had lost a great many things. none of them had even come close to comparing to separating from his twin sister without the reassurance of a guaranteed reunion; not even for a moment. losing robin’s presence at his side had been 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛 ⸻ painful, a wound that continues to ache even long after it has supposedly been healed & left in the not so distant past.

truthfully, a part of him had hoped that they would not cross paths again so he would not have to bear the guilt that lays in his stomach like a lead ball, heavy & sickening. he is the reason for their predicament ⸻ he is the one who had caused her pain.

even now, amongst the overstimulating streets of planarcadia, the halovian recognises her voice in an instant; picks her right out of a crowd.

❝ i also promised to aid the express crew on their journey whilst traveling with them, ❞ he explains, swallowing thickly. wings twitch; a nervous tic from their childhood. ❝ it’s easy enough to blend in here. easier still to vanish amongst the bustle ⸻ even for someone like me. ❞

[abyssmalice]

Love the smol Tonitoni for both the chaos and the moments of terrifying reality that is a child being the youngest harbinger ever. Why would you think that this spoiled kid is capable of killing in cold blood? You wouldn't, ofc. She kind of gets to act her age? But also not really.

Love the tol Tonitoni frankly for being so nice it's actually off-putting. THE observer whose seen the course of things and knows how things mainly go thus she isn't phased by anything anymore. Maybe curious about the odd inconsistency, but nothing more than a passing fancy.

portrayal review ! / Always Accepting (owo)

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