#goodheartedfool

[respondedinkind]

Closed, plotted starter for @goodheartedfool (Nat)

It hurts. All of it hurts. His whole being, his whole existence, like he's made of a wildfire burning within himself. There was nothing first - and now there's too much all at once, smells and sounds and feelings that overwhelm him. The image in front of his eyes is dark; However, it changes color every now and then, as if a bright light is held above him, drilling itself through his closed eyelids.

Everything sounds like as if he's got fabric stuck inside his ears; Memories pop up inside his mind, memories of how he fought the elite soldiers that were sent after him to hunt him down and end his pityful life. How he managed to steal a shuttle, managed to launch himself out into space with whatever strength had been left inside him still...

God, his head is killing him - it pulses rhythmically, each one sending spears through his skull, one after another. Does he have hands? Legs? He tries to flex his fingers, unsure whether he succeeds or not - but he hears foreign voices surrounding him, and then someone is touching---

No, don't touch me, he thinks - his body jerks as he tries to get away, but his muscles feel like they're made of pure lead. Ka'anh grunts, bares his teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to make his arms move in the way he wants them to - his left wrist collides with something, which shatters moments later, but his right arm doesn't want to cooperate, it seems.

He needs to open his eyes, he needs to see - so he tries, gasping as he blinks. The image he perceives is unfocused, blurry, weirdly stretched on the edges. There's just white, white and white, a few blops of pink and red, something blue, he supposes, but besides that...

"Bloi cou froiene icpsheei!" (Don't touch me!), he manages to spit out between his teeth, trying to pull, to kick, to push - someone shouts something in a foreign language he does not understand, and he can feel hands on himself; He knows the sensation of fingers digging into his back, his sides, his shoulders and thighs, trying to keep him down, to keep him from moving.

"Achbl frafr bleth eiqe - bloi cou froiene icpsheei!" (I will kill you - don't touch me!)

His growl is a warning, dangerous and deep, yet he's out of control and his vision is still blurry. It angers him, fueled by ice-cold fear, and once again Ka'anh kicks and punches with whatever he can utilize of his body---

Then, he falls - and collides with the hard, merciless ground like he's made of rock instead of bones and tissue. His head knocks against the flat surface, which makes him moan out in pain; He feels dizzy, his head is still killing him, and he squeezes his eyes shut before opening them again, trying to finally get a clear picture of whatever surrounds him...

He spots a pair of blurry legs - at least he supposes he does - and huffs out a breath from between his teeth as he presses out a few more words: "---Wi eiqe!" (Fuck you).

[faultedloyalty]

prompted / unplotted starter // @goodheartedfool ’s Demon!Nathanael Hunt

It is quite rare, truthfully, that he meets any others of his kind. He seeks them out not, and they dare not he—such is the fate of one who makes it known he prefers no company.

And yet, for one reason or another, this one here has approached him. He’s either wanting for something or going to beg for another, Sebastian feels quite sure. There were very little reasons besides that anyone approached him for anything.

Oh, well. He sighs, internal, and faces the other head on. If he’s made his way to him, the least that could be done is hear him out. Sebastian is nothing if not always wanting something himself capable of listening.

“I was not aware I’d find myself with company,” he speaks, tone neutral and void. “What could it be that I might help you with, young one?”

[lostxndbroken]

@goodheartedfool continued from (X)

With a little smirk resting on his lips, a brow cocked as Nathanael started to ramble shortly after Oliver confessed how much Nat meant to him. Often, Oliver was reminded how adorable the man could be, even when he didn’t meant to.

“Yes, I really meant those things. I wouldn’t say them just to sooth your ill mind, Nat. You do mean the world to me.” Oliver moved closer, placing his hands on the other’s shoulder and looked at him.

“Why is it so hard to believe that someone can like you, love you?” It’s true that Oliver wasn’t the best when speaking out his feelings, but he believed it was time to speak them out loud anyway. No matter how he’d take it.

“Good,” Oliver whispered before he placed one hand under Nathanael’s chin and pulled him in for a light kiss.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@goodheartedfool || from here

His eyes turned back to the man in front of him and Dionisus leaned forward, supporting his own chin on his fingers, thoughtful and keeping air in his lungs for more moments than it was necessary, then let it out in a long and heavy sigh.

"In normal conditions, I'd say no. I don't feel comfortable with this and I believe he has more than enough capacity to find his way there alone." Dio lowered both his hands, rubbing the leather of his gloves, another sign he wasn't all too well. "However, this is an exceptional situation and it can look suspicious if he just gets there and take to live in your place out of nowhere. Neighbors often have their eyes out to strange activities and you aren't there all that often. So it's better if you go with him."

The man only seemed to grow more uncomfortable and tense as he clearly read Dio's body language and words with a deeper understanding than most would, in fact, he looked at the dark cladded blond with a hurt fondness hard to be found in people who had no deeper bonds with him. Even opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly hushed with a simple gaze from those pale eyes and sank on his seat again.

"One more thing." Dio reached into his pockets and pulled all the money he had there, around five hundred bucks that he often kept for weekly emergencies. "If it isn't much to ask, on your way there, please buy him some clothes, hygiene itens, the basics to have a headstart for now and food too." He handed the bills over to Nat.

The man sitting across then perked up a little, still sad, but his eyes brightened up when seeing the interaction and listening to the words, almost like the saw a slimmest thread of light and hope there, deep down in Dio's clear aversion to his mere existence. Then, mouthed out a shy and low "Grazie." towards both of them.

[agentsterling]

"Agent Hunt?” Sterling approached the man, flipping through the first few pages of a file in his arms to double check a detail before closing it to give the man his full attention. “I heard you’re the man to help me with a little problem I’ve been having. Tell me, do you like salsa music?” 

@goodheartedfool​

[thewonderingsorceress]

Fate & Food- Closed

@goodheartedfool~ College Au

Ella hadn’t been looking at her teas when she poured them into her strainer lined on top of her pot- grabbing where she knew she left them. Apparently though that was not the case as when she took a sip from the cup she’d poured for herself. It was a good thing she’d been close enough to the sink because if not she’d have spit it onto the floor.  She grabbed at the cans and looked at her other teas before realizing what was the issues. She stomped over to Nat’s room and banged on the door, “ Nathanael! How many times do I have to tell you to stop touching my teas?!” She was going to kill her roommate, this was an on going battle. At first she’d though she’d lucked out if only slightly with him at least being neat and organized, but no. It meant that he was prone to moving around her teas and such.  

[rogaire-a]

@goodheartedfool​ sent: Nat had been casting glances at the man for several minutes now, a frown on his face. He seemed so familiar, though he might just be another stranger. It happened sometimes, people looking familiar even if they weren't. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. "Hello, I'm sorry to disturb you, but you seem familiar. Have we ever met before?"

The lad’s glances hadn’t exactly gone unnoticed by the assassin hunter, but he paid them no mind--or at least, made it seem it was no big deal for him. Sometimes feigning indifference was better than immediately jump on the defensive. It was a tactic he used to take his foes aback , when they decided to attack him out of surprise,  but also when he really didn't  want to attract unwanted attention. He couldn't really say he was liked around here, so it was better to keep a low profile.

Once done bargaining with the merchant, Shay turned to leave. The lad was still casting glances at him, and admittedly, this was starting to grow slightly unnerving, but again , Shay decided to ignore him for the time being. 

As imagined, the other finally approached him , and his words were enough to make him stop abrubtly and quirk a brow. Shay looked at him for a moment, taking in his appearance. He seemed--familiar, so much familiar , but he couldn’t  place where he’d last seen his face. 

‘‘ What is your name ? ‘‘  he replied , brows knitted. Still not completely trusting of the boy before him. Perhaps it was just a trick to make him lower his guard, or maybe...maybe he was just simply being too much paranoic.  

[lostxndbroken]

@goodheartedfool continued from (HERE)

“Good. Try is all I’m asking for, Oliver.” Nat smiled, the warmth in his voice reaching his eyes despite his current state. Of course he wished his friend could promise him, but he wouldn’t demand the impossible of Ollie.

He chuckled. “I haven’t been tucked in in ages.” Sometimes he forgot those small kind things.Those things you need another to be close with for it to happen. He didn’t have any contact with his family besides a stray card for holidays and boyfriends… well, he couldn’t let anyone in. Not with the secret he had. Sometimes he missed the closeness of a loved one, platonic as well as romantic.

“Not everything is about you, Ollie. You’re not the only one I heal and I choose to heal both you and others. I’m the one getting myself sick.” Nathanael wanted to tell him not to worry, but that would be impossible. Oliver was a worrywart.

“No, I’m not the only one you’re healing, but I am the most recurring one under your care, and you know that’s true. Meaning, that a lot of your energy goes to me, no matter how you twist or turn it.” A soft smile formed. “I tucked no one else in but Thea, when she was little. I wouldn’t mind tucking you in a couple of times more, but rather not when you’re sick but just tired,” he said with a chuckle.

Oliver cared a lot about Nathaniel, maybe even more than he wanted to believe himself. He wanted him to be safe, comfortable and cared for. While Nat did often care about Oliver being neglectful about himself. Oliver would bring in some food at times, showing that he cared about Nathaniel.