#mortalisla

[davheira]

who? @mortalisla​

where? Parco Savello

It had been a coincidence, to happen upon the two of them, but one he would not allow to pass by. Davheira had not debased himself to hunting Isla down with nothing but her name and that of their son to go by, but he had been keeping his eye out. Once he sensed the child’s presence, it had been instinct to follow it through the park, meandering gait making him yet another resident walking around the park. At least until he finally comes upon them. A soft hum settles on the back of his throat as he circles Isla until he is on her field of vision as to not scare her off. Then, he makes the effort to meet her eyes and raise a brow in questioning as he begins approaching slowly, waiting to see if she will choose to run away or if she would be more willing to meet him on the open air, with countless witnesses to keep track of them. The witnesses do not matter, after all, if he does not mean her harm. They wouldn’t matter if he meant her harm either, but she doesn’t need to know that.

[davheira]

who? @mortalisla

where? isla’s apartment

“There are certain circumstances that we need to talk about,” Davhy tells the mother of his child with a mild grimace at the sheer level of responsibility he is currently undertaking. He had never been one to remain in one place for too long before his post as a marshal, never one to seek responsibilities, never one to maintain the balance and play a careful hand, and yet that is the position he had found himself in. It fits him oddly, but he cannot avoid it or the conversations that must happen any longer. At least, telling Isla of Niko won’t be as much of an issue as their relationship only exists due to Evan and it will remain that way. “Nothing quite dire, this time around, but it is still something.”

[davheira]

who? @mortalisla​

where? the streets of rome

when? after plot drop three

notes: what a time to find out you are a dad huh

The Courts have fallen to the drows and the streets of Rome have begun to run red with blood. Human or not, everyone has lost someone on the past few hours. Countless lost to the grips of death, countless drows born by the ending of the fey. The enemy is strengthen with every dead, and he cannot see the light at the end of the shadows, cannot see the way the song will end, but Davheira cannot stop. He cannot return to the fey forest, to stay with the survivors. Not when his vows to the decaying Senate still stand, not when his duty as a marshal remains. Davheira is patrolling the streets, finding survivors and taking them to whichever safe place is nearest, be it the blinding dome of light created by the Aspect, or the forest that had only meant to protect his kind but now has become a refuge for the survivors.

He is passing by a side street, when his clairvoyance stops him on his tracks and he begins running to follow the hint. Soon he finds himself in front of a barricade building, with hordes of vampires attempting to breech it. And Davheira —  as used to war as he is, is tired of the dying. A sharp whistle cuts through the air and the vampires freeze in place, kept in place by a thin, yet strong, layer of ice. It will not kill them, but it will keep them in place until he can get whoever they are trying to reach to safety. Carefully, he walks through the frozen vampires until he is standing before the barricaded door and does the only thing available, lest he frightens the survivors: he knocks.

“If you would be so kind as to step out? I can ferry you to safety, but only if you come out. The quiet won’t stay so for long.”

[davheira]

who? @mortalisla​

where? random ass bar in rome frequented by mortals

when? about a year ago give or take

notes: everyone here talking about putting babies in people and YET-

For the most part, his kind did not tend to interact with humanity. Witches, lycans, druids and vampires, they were all beyond the human on comprehension of the world. They understood what it meant to interact with an Eladrin, what it meant to be a presence of one. Most humans didn’t, and while most of his kind found that annoying, Davhy found it to be one of his favorite sources of entertainment. To enter a human establishment was to have all eyes fall on him, all breath beholden to his interest. There is a sense of superiority that would thrill even the humblest of eladrins, and yes, he enjoys it. But he enjoys the conversations much more, as there is something rather refreshing to meet with those who are clueless to what lies hidden at plain sight. Refreshing, and in some cases — . Well, in some cases fascinating enough to hold his attention for the evening.

“No, no. You have to be messing with me,” he says, throwing his head back as a laugh bursts out from his lips and he sends his companion for the evening a cheeky grin. “Did you really?”

[davheira]

who? @mortalisla where? near the ruins of the pyramid, rome when? day 9, before the chancellor's re-starter their orgy

The fey are no longer aligned with the Senate. Meryasek had made clear that he wants nothing more than for the city to burn down to ashes for all that they had done to their kind. Davhy understands where his King is coming from, understands the deep disappointment that comes from offering the Senate over a century of loyalty only for them to turn against them at the drop of a hat. Over and over, humanity had betrayed them, and yet, he cannot stop nosing around the ruins of the Pyramid in hopes of finding any survivors. Tamlen had left just recently to meet Laer, so he had at least half an hour before the Titan reappears on the horizon. He is moving through the ruins with a familiar smell reaches his senses, and he turns his head towards it.

"Isla? Where is Evan?"