Thōṛā havā || ਥੋੜਾ ਹਵਾ

Feybent!Sylphie! Dolorosa Daya Maryam; Landlady, gardener, Lady of the Air Fae Court

[damnitvantas]

In the Arms of the Angel

[damnitvantas]

Ugh that bump is going to be there all morning. :/. Karkat slowly gains self control, sitting up slowly so not to startle her. Pointy ears, fangs when he speaks, yeah he’s some kinda bloodsucker all right. Well. Half of one. 

She smells so nice….no bad thoughts. (If he could get a sip. Kar no.) The lump on his head is barely the start of the bruises and cuts he’s covered in, more a function of getting in fights and controlling crowds all day. Or at least trying to. 

…”Um. Yes please, ma’am. Sorry…I’ll pay for anything I broke…”

Ah yes the military Politeness to Ladies that was drilled into him. 

“So…where am I?”

[thorahava]

Right, Ice then. You scoot around him and glide into the kitchen space to start fishing out ice into a baggie though you expect he could very well use more than that after getting a proper look at him. 

“Just on the edge of the City.” you say loud enough for him to hear, but still managing to keep your words soft while you rummage for an extra cup. “I brought you here after your, ah, Festivities, got you into a bit of a tight spot.” he could probably hear the smile in your words towards the end there. Really, when you weren't actively dragging him down the streets, the whole idea was relatively funny, but the fact that he wasnt yelling and screaming for waking up somewhere he didnt know or still in some kind of intoxicated stopor did held the mood some. 

You come back in with ice wrapped in a towel and a cup identical to yours which you set on the table with one hand, the other hand going right to his head with the ice while you tutted under your breath. There was little to no fear there, even as blantantly obvious as he was being with this breed; just a fussy sort of tug to let you get a better look at him.  “now where else does it hurt?”

[damnitvantas]

In the Arms of the Angel

[damnitvantas]

Of course he slept like a rock he was hexed. Sorta. By a good friend trying to keep him out of harms way. Well intentioned. Stir and grumble, looking for the husband…that should be sleeping next to him…but is not wh. What. It smells like coffee and other pleasant things but it’s not Your coffee and Your pleasant things. 

Do the dignified thing.

Flail, and summarily fall off the couch, banging your head on the table and getting tangled uselessly in the blanket. Yes, you could tear through it and attack whoever deviously bundled you up on their comfy couch, but you’re also slowly waking up and realizing you’re acting like an idiot. 

“Ow…”

[thorahava]

You dont know what you expected. You’d brought home some poor drunk kin and wrapped him in a blanket and you didnt think his first reaction would be to flip out on your couch (and subsequently your coffee table), but alas, here we were. 

You must be slipping. 

Theres a mild rub of a forehead, the setting down of the cup, and a quick change back into glamour before you bend over his prone figure on your floor, where you promptly and calmly ask , “Would you like some ice for that.”

[damnitvantas]

In the Arms of the Angel

[damnitvantas]

Ironbow is a terrible womanizer, but also a very good negotiator. It’s a surprise Methril didn’t try to bother her too. The walk back was a blissful sleep for Karkat, however, once mounting the stairs….the sleep spell pinned to your jacket tears, then falls off. The magic itself wouldn’t be overly long to wear off, but long enough to give her time to get dressed, surely. 

Dei Malleus members saw you getting draged off…and made no attempt to capture her. Whatever, dead kindred is dead kindred. And really to that one good riddance. They don’t even note down the Fae that took you away. Just said ‘unknown assailant.’ If they bother to file the report. Probably that’s something that goes to her benefit. 

It’s a few hours later as you wake, making little groggy sounds and shifting. The world feels tilty and you’re going to smack the truck that hit you. With an open palm. Because it feels like you slept on a rock. 

“Mphmrhg.”

So eloquent. 

[thorahava]

You wont deny that she’d made eye contact several times, but never seemed to make the move to save you. You also dont recall anyone out of the ordinary keeping tabs on you, so their thankful negligence is lost on you.

Youd just finally settled into a chair across the room to watch your guest (whom you’d tucked in with a spare blanket) with your fresh shirt and a cupa, when he starts making noises and nearly causes you to need yet another fresh blouse. The fabric is saved however, though your nerves are not. As loud as he was snoring and as intoxicated as he’d need to be to decide that laying bridal style in some statues arms was a good idea, you’d expected him to be out for many more hours than this. 

“Of course, like a rock all the way here, and yet.” you mutter gently as you wait to see if he was awake or just making sleepy attempts at it. 

[damnitvantas]

In the Arms of the Angel

Is right were a sleeping Karkat was deposited by his best friend, statues are great for holding dead asleep Dhampirs. His tools of the trade were gone, along with his wallet and watch. Someone totally could have knocked him out and left him there. 

Other members of Dei Malleus sighed and rolled their eyes, calling it in and turning their backs , rounding a nearby corner on the trail to get better reception. He’s just a Kindred member anyway. They don’t really care if something happens to him. 

…Karkat is snoring like the loudest drunk ever.

[thorahava]

Speaking of Angels, Thats the route you were heading for on your way home. It was ‘Only’ midnight, but you’d had about all the excitement you wanted to deal with tonight. ‘go to the rally’ they’d said, ‘you should see it, it’ll be fun’ they’d insinuated. And, truthfully, it had been. It’d been the first time in an age that you’d walked the streets of the city without a glamour on; you’d walked past faces you’d seen for years and years unrecognized  - Unfortunately, that also meant faces you’d not seen since your last appearance at Court were doing the recognizing. All you’d wanted was to listen to the Seelie Court’s Representative, talk to some old faces and go home. But as soon as Ironbow (you had a few other choice names for him by the end of the night) got word of a Lady of the court in the crowd who was living amongst the chaos he’d smelled a press opportunity. When he’d seen you, it’d been a different sort of opportunity he’d been after for the last two and a half hours, much to your chagrin. It’d taken at least that long to come up with your brilliant albeit smelly plan to brush him off. A disarming smile here, a “careless and accidental” swish of a wine goblet there, and  you were horrifically stained, but free. 

You pick at your shirt and sniff. You’d liked that shirt. You couldnt tell if the loss of the white fabric was worse than walking through new york at midnight smelling like alcohol in the midst of. this. or not, to be perfectly honest, but you dont really get to weigh the pros and cons of that delima when you hear it. You may smell like a drunk but at least you dont sound like one, Where - or better yet, WHO was that racket coming from. 

You look around as it gets louder and louder as you walk. “Alright this is getting ridiculous -” you mutter as you look behind statues and squint into the darker recesses. Where on earth was it coming from, it sounded like it was right here, but there was nothing to be seen, nothing should be that loud and not be visable, hell, it sounded like it was. 

Right ontop of you. You glance up to a faceful of some poor man’s backside. Some...poor, and talented man’s backside. “Really.” you mutter to no one but yourself, and the sleeping man. “I know this is supposed to be a night to let loose a little, but this is a little much, dont you think?” 

Theres only a moment or two of deliberation. However talented he’d been, if left he’d be bound to hurt himself, and you’d been the unfortunate karmic target tonight. You heave a sigh and cant help the habbitual check of passerby before you magic up a mighty powerful air current to help him down and into your arms. This was going to be a long night. 

about half an hour, a long walk, a suspicious policeman, and some lewd jeering about getting laid and something about who wears the pants ( you were both wearing pants, thank you very much) later, you haul him up the stairs of your building with minimal complaining from the tenants and deposit him squarely, if ungracefully on your couch.  You stand a moment to catch your breath before you get a wif of yourself again and sigh deeply before slipping away to change. This was going to be a very long night.

[thorahava]

damnitvantas ohgoodgrebe

You flatterers.

[thorahava]

It Has been many and more moons. 

[damnitvantas]

ONLY THE STUPID ONES DO THAT, GO TO CENTRAL PARK, IT’S ACTUALLY PRETTY COOL.

[thorahava]

Your advice has been heeded and its been an age since I’ve seen so many kindred in one place and so open. There are so many without glamours it almost makes me nervous. And eyeing the crowd, it doesn’t seem like I’m the only one. 

[thorahava]

I’m not really certain what some of the kindred are thinking today going out the way they are. What possessed them to assume that scaring the humans was going to incite a positive response, i mean really.

[kindrednewsonline-blog]

Tensions Rising at State Building

As the Kindred Registration law makes its way through the Senate in our fair city, protesters for both sides gather to make their voices heard. The Whestboro Baptist Church continues to picket in a ‘Vigil for Peace’ while hoisting disturbing imagery of various kindred attacks over the centuries.

It has been rumored that Hominim has joined forces with the Church in this particular instance to fortify protests and provide security. It can be guaranteed Knights of the ever infamous Dei Malleus are lurking in the crowds as well. 

Various Kindred-Friendly groups, such as the National League for the Advancement of Kindred Peoples, as well as Amnesty International, have gathered to protest against the law, citing that such a requirement would put many citizens at risk for harassment and discrimination, as well as likely being a law that is overall unconstitutional. 

Locals respond to the law with mixed positive and negative feelings, one anonymous commentator, stating, “It would make me feel safer about sending my daughter to school if I knew ‘what’ she was going to school with! It’s only fair.”

And yet another speaker, Darnell Thomas, a local activist, states, “It is a travesty and a joke of the American Process to think that a law such as this would attempt to be enacted. Nothing of this ilk has existed since the end of the Jim Crow laws, and we hope to see a defeat of such a ill conceived idea.”

Debate on the law will likely continue until the midnight deadline as of July 17th, 2015. At present, a Kindred-friendly Senator, Mrs. Estelle Variacoso, seems to be in the midst of a day long filibuster in order to prevent proceedings. 

[thorahava]

There is really only so much incoherent yelling a girl can take before ones television ends up on the roof. 

[bedjacket]

[otteroftheworld]

My parents live in this town and the city legally can’t tear the tree down to build or anything because the tree has its own legal rights and they can’t do anything about it.

[dirtyfnafconfessions]

how does. how does this happen. how DID this happen

[giraffepoliceforce]

I love this story because this guy in the early 1800’s had so many great childhood memories of this tree and wanted to make sure it was protected no matter what. So he deeded the ownership of the tree to itself and everyone just went with it.

Then in 1942 this intense windstorm came and knocked the tree over. And people were bummed. But someone had saved an acorn from the original tree, so they planted that and now Son of the Tree That Owns Itself is over 50 feet tall.

And since this new tree is technically the offspring of the original tree it’s considered to have legally inherited the plot of land it’s inhabiting.

Two generations of trees owning land is amazing and if you don’t think this is the coolest thing get right out of my face.

[somuchscience]

If Valentines were written by evolutionists…

[damnitvantas]

thorahava started following damnitvantas

YOU THERE. WITH THE HAVA PUNS. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING WHEN YOU CLICKED THE FOLLOW BUTTON. 

WELL MAYBE I DO. 

OH LOOK AT THIS CHEERFUL FELLOW, HE USES ALL CAPITALS. HE MUST BE VERY EXCITED!

WELL SISTER LET ME TELL YOU, IT IS AN INDICATION OF MY CONSTANT AND UNENDING RAGE TO BE SMEARED ON THE INTERNET AS A DISGUSTING PUSTULE BURST INTO CONSTELLATIONS OF SHOUTY MEN. 

I’M KARKAT. HI.

[thorahava]

My that was colorful. You do tend to liven up the place, don't you? I'm Daya, Its a pleasure, Sir Pustule Constellation.

[legacyarsenal]

Haha, for me its the adventure! Theres nothing quite so fun as hunting for that one little bit of information and finding it in an exciting old tome with so much more in it-! Gosh I love books though.

[thorahava]

There is something rather exciting about the thrill of finding what you were searching for, I'll grant you! Both methods can be vexing in their own ways, though. The second page of Google is a wasteland, I assure you. 

[thorahava]

You must be excellent at forms in triplicate.

[legacyarsenal]

They are quite! and not all information is digitized, yet, as much as we’d like it to be. How are you today, miss?

[thorahava]

You may call me Daya; the miss is quite unnecessary. And if I were to be perfectly honest with you, I am unsure that I would like it to be digitized. A little mystery is to be envied and cherished.

[thorahava]

legacyarsenal replied to your post:One does tend to forget the existence of the...

Gosh it seems pretty easy for some folks?

If you mean easy to forget, Yes, its not the first time. I have gone so far as to walk to a library for simple information before i realized what I was doing. Libraries are lovely, though, and I spent the day there anyway, but still.