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Erika: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.
@5218 I stole Nuntius for some of these cause it was funny
More under the cut!
This is a small fic to Introduce Nuntius. Will write more indepth fics later I just wanted everyone to meet him!
The day was coming to a close. Elijah had done all he could to clean up Klaus's mess of chaos and murder and he was, exhausted. He finally made it to his bedroom and took off his clothes. They got put away neatly ready for dry cleaning later in the week. He went into his bathroom and started a hot shower.
As he stood there waiting for the water to be ready, something hit his head like freight train and he dropped to the floor. He hadn't had a headache in so long he forgot how they felt. It pounded louder and louder till he was curled into a ball yelling Klaus's name.
No one answered.
He groaned and forced himself to his knees wincing. Another attack shocked his system and his hands fell to the floor, bracing himself. He tried to move, to get into the shower hoping the water would ease the tension. He'd just managed to get to his feet when all of a sudden the pain stopped. He leaned against the sink counter breathing heavily. He then heard the sound of footsteps all around him and a chair sliding against a floor.
He looked around the room confused and hurried to his bedroom. There was no one there. "What?" He asked in a whisper.
The next sound that he heard was a voice.
"That took far too long and far too much effort. You going to stand there naked or are you actually going to get into the shower?"
The voice, sounded, like his, but deeper, and more declarative.
"Where are you!?" Elijah demanded grabbing a pair of loose fitting sweatpants.
"Somewhere you don't go often enough," the voice snapped back. Elijah threw on the pants and a T-shirt and started to run out of the room.
"You left the shower running."
Elijah huffed and darted back to the bathroom. He could feel this, presence, smirking at him.
Once the shower was off Elijah made a mad dash about the house trying to find this stranger, and the voice sighed heavily, annoyed.
"I'm not there, Elijah."
Elijah stopped. "Tell me who, and where you are!"
"Maybe have some blood? Breathe. We'll get to all that."
Elijah growled and he heard a growl follow his but it was far more intimidating. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He debated asking more questions but this voice wasn't exactly the friendliest he'd ever heard and it wasn't really answering him anyway. He went to the blood stash and pulled out a blood pack then went to the dining table to fill a glass with blood.
The front gate opened and Klaus came walking in. He stopped, seeing Elijah under dressed and tilted his head, more curious then anything.
"What happened to you?" He asked approaching the table.
Elijah tried not to be aggressive in his response.
"I got, a headache…." Klaus was the last person on the whole of earth that Elijah was about to tell that he was hearing voices but if this was some witch or other enemy he would have t-
"I'm in your head, my name is Nuntius"
Elijah froze mid sip and put the glass down.
Klaus rose an eyebrow at his older brother. He was in sweats and t-shirt, drinking blood and he looked like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Elijah," he snapped, not out of impatience per-se but to get Elijah out of whatever trance he'd just fallen into.
"I……there's a voice…..inside my head" Elijah's eyes went to Klaus's then back to the table. He was reeling with thoughts now. What was Klaus gonna do? Dagger him for going mad??
Klaus reared back. Their journey thus far had done many things to them and he knew about the red door. Maybe it broke? Maybe this was something Esther had done when Elijah was kidnapped?
"Did the red door break?" Klaus asked as gentle as he could manage.
"Enough for me to get out," Nuntius replied
Elijah's eyes went up listening.
"His name is Nuntius and he says it was broken enough for him to get out….."
Klaus blinked at Elijah "Latin? Really?" He said, vaguely annoyed. He remembered Elijah trying to teach it to him and how dull and pointless it was especially considering how little of it was still around in the world.
"That's your concern?" Elijah asked surprised having not expected Klaus to focus on that first.
Klaus shrugged a shoulder "Seems a tad dramatic to me. What's this voice saying?"
"I'm going to strangle you," Nuntius replied
Elijah reared back and didn't respond.
"'Lijah!" This time Klaus's snap was impatient.
"He…..he's not exactly the kindest sort and he doesn't answer me he only told me his name till after you started asking questions."
"Helpful," Klaus replied sarcastically. "Mother must have done something when you were kidnapped then. Put that voice in your head. We need to get it out"
"I've been here long before you were kidnapped. Your mother put me here ages ago and now she's damaged her own spells."
Elijah blinked, confused.
"What?" Klaus asked.
"He said he's been here for longer than that; Mother put him there ages ago…."
"Why are you just hearing him now then?"
"He says Mother broke her own spells…."
"That doesn't make any sense."
Elijah shook his head "No it doesn't and if he'd just answer me-"
"If you'd stop interrogating me."
Elijah huffed and crossed his arms.
"He says im interrogating him."
"Damn right we are" Klaus stormed up to Elijah and stared him in the eyes. Elijah took a step back instinctively. "You're going to tell us who you are, where, you came from and what your doing here."
"No," was all Nuntius responded.
Elijah took a deep breath and exhaled. "He said no…."
Klaus growled and glared at Elijah "Fine. Then were going to kill you."
"Good, luck."
Elijah swallowed hard. Nuntius wasn't backing down……"He said good luck…."
Klaus snarled and stormed away from Elijah.
"NIKLAUS!" the call was more desperate then Elijah had intended and he followed Klaus to the gate. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to find a witch to get that, thing, out of your head that damned red doors driven you mad."
"I am the red door."
Elijah's heart raced and he grabbed Klaus's arm before he could leave again.
"Klaus…."
Klaus stopped and groaned then looked at Elijah. Studying his eyes and face he saw the fear and the desperation. He stepped back closer to Elijah. "What?" He said measured
"He is the red door."
Amanar and Iconoskull
Nox: How long has Nuntius been your companion, what abilities does Nuntius have, and does Nuntius have a preferred set of pronouns?
Well to start with Nuntius prefers he/him.
I've known Nuntius ever since I was a filly, in fact he was the first spirit I had befriended!
He wasn't always my messenger though, he had volunteered to do that when Grimm was first training me to be a reaper.
As for his abilities, he is a wisp so it comes with the base set of abilities most ghost spirits have. ie: absorbing energy from heat/electricity as a primary source, movement of objects using thier flames either for utility or offence.
Nuntius himself has trained to use his flames to carry an echo of a point in time in order to use it to relay messages. This echo manifests itself as a projection in his flames, sort of like a spectral hologram.
Mere moments after she silently landed right next to a sleeping Light, Nox cast a muffling spell on herself, just in case she was not quiet enough, and gently lifted their mane off their front leg to find Boom's bracelet; but while it appeared to be little more than an unadorned piece of jewellery, now she looked more closely, Nox vaguely sensed the strange enchantment that had been cast upon it.
Though it was faint, and she only just managed to notice anything even through great focus, she was certain that the magic used was Ancient, akin to spells that she had been taught by both her Mother and her Mentor; but although she did not know whether Boom had created the bracelet himself, or had merely found it somewhere, it mattered not, as the foulness within him could not eavesdrop on them.
With great caution as to not wake up either Light or any of the others of their company, Nox placed her paws on the bracelet, and quietly whispered one of the very first incantations she ever learnt, which briefly caused the bracelet to glow with a pleasant warmth, before it dimmed again; and after she carefully snuck out of their small camp, when she got far enough away, she let out a deep sigh.
Unless one was the creator of the magic enchantment in question, it was far harder to break a spell or curse that had been cast upon an item than merely warding its effects, shielding the wearer from the negatives that could affect them; and while she knew not for how long her own spell would last, nor whether it had actually worked, Nox tried to think of a white lie as Nox flew back to the rock.
Fortunately, since he saw how tired she was when she offered to take over the watch, she could tell Boom that she had merely fallen asleep if she suddenly appeared in his dreams, or close to them, if his mind was akin to that of Discord, and forbidden from entry; and in the brief window of time she wandered in the Realm of Dreams, she could talk to Light, and Shining, and all the others, as well.
Although she was not certain that the Realm of Dreams was as safe and isolated as the Spirit Realm, especially since her Mother and she had led beings out of their own dreams before, she figured that it was one of the safest options to see if her idea had worked; so after she made sure that Nuntius was still resting beneath her wing, Nox closed her eyes, and let herself enter the Realm of Dreams.
The array of colours around her almost made her believe she had entered the Spirit Realm again, had it not been for a couple of doors that stood close to her, all unique in their shape, size, colour, and even the material of which they were made; and as she walked past doors of rock, fire, crystal, and wood, she could easily tell which door would bring her to whose dreams, save for a single door.
Some distance past the end of the row of doors stood a foul emptiness, but as she slowly approached it, Nox could tell that it was trying to push her away, and she figured that it would lead her into the mind of Boom, if she tried hard enough; but when she found her balance, and she peered into the darkness from a distance, she saw nothing but a faint figure standing motionlessly in the distance.
While Nox was not unfamiliar with the sight of faceless beings, having studied for many aeons under Grim, something about the faint and featureless figure almost froze her heart, and she quickly dove aside when it slowly turned towards her; and as she crawled away in fear, and hid behind one of the doors, Nox quietly prayed to forget the chilling image of its unnatural movement and hollowed eyes.
Whatever the terrifying figure was, Nox knew that it was not of any Realm she knew, not Waking, nor Spirit, nor the Realm of Dreams in which she sat, where she felt her heart beat faster than she had ever thought possible; and her only relief was that the foul darkness did not seem to grow past the doorway, but she preferred not to wait, so she quickly opened the door that had been shielding her.
As she leaned against the door, Nox waited for her heart to calm down, when she heard a faint echo:
"...bark bark..."
when malevolent god known for ignoring prayers and their followers suddenly adopts you out of nowhere what do you even do
Revisiting old (old old) ocs! Boy in blue was my first OC ever and his design has changed minimally while dude on the right has gone through a couple of make-overs
I love to show not tell, so I’ll give facts about them but not their lore! Nuntius has his reasons and Messenger has no idea what they are (no one really does, Nuntius doesn’t make anything easy)
Fashion posts of your altmer OCs? I love your recent Lucelion one!
I’ve actually been sitting on these two drafts as references for the sort of clothing Nocteriil and Nuntius would wear.
