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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Domino Dancing (Neph!)
« on: March 07, 2022, 09:12:57 pm »
   Oh, yeah, this guy was absolutely shitfaced. Not that Ren was unused to such a thing - he, too, often enjoyed the state of being commonly known as Blackout Drunk. It was a great place to be, right up until the end when he was left with a splitting headache and the sensation he had attempted to eat out the stuffing from a pillow. And he had been the tamer of the two former Raven leaders.

   Still, it was always a bit awkward to see someone get messy drunk. It was like the witnessing of such an event unlocked some deep embarrassment in his DNA, the entire line of his ancestry shuddering and trying to hide their faces to avoid looking at it directly. And man, was this guy messy drunk. Swaying and dripping and looking somewhere between passing out and bawling.

   Still, it wasn't like Ren hadn't been messy before, either. He'd just had the sense to do so in his own goddamn apartment, away from prying eyes and the gossip chain that was the general public. He supposed Sadsack here had the benefit of his messiness being contained to the wee hours of the morning when no one in their right mind was going for a day at the beach. Not yet, anyway. Cussing, Ren looked at the time. Yeah, not yet was rapidly becoming 'quite soon'.

   "The Starling?" He looked at Sadsack like he'd grown three heads. He'd walked all the way from there? It wasn't an establishment he had personally patroned before, but it was in a cluster of hotels and resorts that all circled close to the rails. They weren't even anywhere near a station, that being down the beach and west by several blocks. Whoever this guy was, he had remarkable coordination to have made it so far while this inebriated. It was almost impressive.

   "That's... a very long way to be walking soaking wet." A very long way to be walking soaking wet, and right in the middle of one of the busiest sections of the island city. Ren's mouth pressed together in a thin line, and he strongly considered his options. They could probably make it to the hospital before dawn, but on the other, Ren could feel the crash hitting him hard, and he was certain any trip there would be a day lost to the both of them.

   He'd really prefer to have his personal meltdown in the privacy of his own home, but he couldn't just leave the man on his doorstep to fend for himself, either.

   Hospital it was. Sighing deeply, Ren moved forward, shaking in place a bit as he took a very firm hold of Sadsack's upper arm to lead him away from the sands and out to the walkway.

   "Come on. This way."

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Domino Dancing (Neph!)
« on: March 07, 2022, 12:27:17 pm »
   'That mercy would have been better spent on someone else.'

   For a long moment, Ren just stood there, hands on his knees and bent to ease his panting, all the adrenaline and the physical exertion and terror leaving him feeling like a trembling kitten. With his hearts thudding as hard as they possibly could, with every synapse poised to respond lightning-quick to danger, there just really wasn't room to understand the Aedolian language.

   It was like his entire brain was screaming at him, 'we are at CAPACITY, sir!'

   So for that long moment, all Ren could do was stare dumbly at the drowned rat of a man before him, until finally the air-raid-sirens of his own mind quieted just enough for him to hear the rough thanks. And then, all at once, everything caught up, like a tape being fast-forwarded and full of jittery motion.

   "Mercy? Were you trying to die out there?" Ren asked incredulously, eye wide as he finally straightened up, already regretting his life choices as the cold seeped in. The crash would be coming soon, and he was not looking forward to the soggy slog home. "Far be it from me to critique anyone's death plan, but mate there are simpler methods that won't end up with you traumatizing beachgoers in the morning."

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Domino Dancing (Neph!)
« on: March 06, 2022, 09:33:27 pm »
Late nights were the worst nights.

No, scratch that. Late nights that had never been intended to be late nights were the worst nights. It wasn't as if Ren had wanted to be out in the wee hours of the morning - he'd had dinner, his evening glass of wine, had even gotten all comfy under his freshly laundered comforter, the lights out and soothing noise playing from his comm.

That had been at 10pm. It was about 2:45 when he'd decided staring up into the dark of his room was doing nothing for him. It was frustrating, especially when this had been the pattern all week. Nothing seemed to help - endless playlists and meditations and lavender scented bubble baths and more wine than he was used to chugging down on a weeknight all seemed to be about as effective as a caffeine IV drip.

Because of course. Why not. It wasn't as if he had anything important to do at work, certainly nothing that required higher faculties or quick thinking or anything else closely resembling a working brain. Nah, he could get along just fine without any of that. It'd served him well the past three centuries, after all!

No, no. That wasn't how he talked to himself. Not anymore. Slow breath in, slow breath out. Insomnia happened. He'd be cranky and he'd have a headache, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He'd been at war with far less sleep before, after all.

Still, staying in the apartments wasn't going to help him get to sleep or not climb the walls. He needed out, somewhere that wasn't still up and running and humming and alive.

Which was precisely how he found himself wandering the black sand beaches Ryun was famous for. Inky darkness, the faint promise of a sky on a clear night, and the steady roar of rolling, heavily sanitized waves against the shoreline. Ren reached down and pulled off his boots, carrying the pair with one finger through the back loops. Bare feet always made it easier to move, and the sand against his bare feet felt... grounding. Like a drink of cold water on a hot day. He took a deep breath again, let it out, and commenced to wander through the night.

At least, that had been the plan. Not ten steps in and something pricked his ears beyond the crash of the waves. Ren tilted his head, trying to pinpoint and identify it - it couldn't be Pol, could it? No, he was supposed to be in a bathtub somewhere, and there wasn't nearly enough commotion for him having been on the loose and unsupervised. That tended to get noticed very quickly.

Squinting into the dark, Ren could make out a rock in the water, just far out enough to not be noticed if you weren't looking. He took a few more steps (and a little cursing at his reduced perception abilities),  and that something-sound grew, and a few steps more had him recognizing it for the music it was. Some poor bastard had climbed all the way out there and was now drunkenly serenading the sea.

As one in a long, proud line of Deis, Ren could not judge. Still, he had to grimace at the choice of venue. While the waves were filtered, they were still beholden to the motion of the tides outside the dome. And the longer whoever the fuck that was dscided to stick around, the higher the waterline was going to get.

"Hey, buddy, you're gonna wanna--Oh, fuck."

Ren watched in horror as the distant shape of a person tilted to the side, and slowly, almost majestically, flopped right into the water.

Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.

Desperately, stupidly, Ren looked around at the empty beach as if hoping by some miracle to spot some other passing insomniac who could help. As it was, indeed, ass-crack-o-clock in the morning, however, there was not another soul to be found. Just him, a drunk, and the murky depths of a black and unforgiving sea, utterly ambivalent to the hopes and dreams of living, breathing land-dwellers.

Ren made a soft, breathy note of panic, stared at the water where the person had gone under. Turned in circles a bit, stepped to the water, panicked some more, before finally tossing his boots to the side with a sharp, almost defiant "fuck it!"

He ran to the water before his good sense and self preservation could kick in, and fought the urge to gasp as the cold of the water hit him full force. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it. Don't at all think about how you can't see shit under the water. Don't think about how quickly the current can take you. Don't think about getting hit with waves, turned around to where you don't even know which way is up. Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it.

He got to the rock, one hand clinging to the surface as he looked around, and cussed again before taking a deep breath and ducking under the water, mentally shrieking to the stars about what sadistic little cocksuckers they all were in blinking up there watching him die, when he managed to grab a fistful of hair (oh he hoped it was hair) and yank it up to the surface again.

After that, it was an entire blur - all those pesky self-preservation instincts now had fulk control, and adrenaline had him swimming back to the shore as hard as his long legs could kick him. He didn't even think to adjust his grip, he was still dragging the poor drunk bastard by the hair until he was firmly on sandy shores again, and only once he was free of the waves did Ren let go and let the man's head think unceremoniously onto the sand.

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Aedolis Characters / Connor Remington, Pilot Echo Murder Machine
« on: September 23, 2021, 04:53:17 pm »
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art by meee
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{NAME}
Pilot Echo Connor Remington

{ALIASES}
“Connie”, “Remy”, “Good boy”

{AGE}
Somewhere over 40

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Cisgender male, homosexual

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Vampiric Human, 2nd generation Edani immigrant

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
6’, Lithe

{OCCUPATION}
Murders Inc.

{RESIDENCE}
good question

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IN DEPTH STUFF
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}

Young, blonde and cute. Connor usually keeps his hair cropped short and floofy, but it has a tendency to grow whenever his regeneration kicks in. Which, considering his usual occupation, can be pretty often. He’s very pale, with pale blonde hair and light brows and lashes to match. His eyes are also pale, a kind of off-grey color that seem bright even in dark light. His ears are pierced, with two studs in his left ear and two rings in his right around the middle cartilage. He also has a very vibrant thigh tattoo of a bright pink poodle with big anime eyes with “Daddy’s Bitch” written under it. Which is constantly maintained.

{PERSONALITY}

Bright, bubbly, personable, friendly, snarky, fun, and yet surprisingly mature considering his perpetual baby face.

Fun Facts!:
  • Huge boba fiend. Or anything liquid and sugary.
  • Likes going to the equivalent to Dave and Buster’s and winning a ton of stuffed animals.
  • Lapsed Ansgarian.
  • Subby af.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}

Vampire; Connor enjoys several perks because of his condition, namely increased strength, stamina and speed. His sense of sight is heavily attuned to movement, and he can see very well in the dark. Extended eye contact can let him hypnotize his target, though this has to be done with purpose on his part. His sense of smell is similarly increased, enough that if needed, he can track a person just by their scent. He also has increased regeneration, and can take severe damage to his physical form but have it look like nothing happened at all some days later. He also has the ability to turn himself into mist, and travel long distances in that way, though a well-placed fan might disorient him quite a bit.

The downside to all of this, of course, is to be expected. He’s allergic to pure silver and will get a nasty, blistering rash wherever the metal contacts his skin. He goes completely unconscious during the daylight hours, regardless of whether he wants to or not, and he cannot be woken no matter what happens. As such, he has to make sure he’s in a safe space before the sun rises, or else he absolutely will fall right over into a gutter and not wake up again until sundown. He’s dependent on human blood to function normally, and has to feed fairly regularly as a result. He’s got several assistants who he pays VERY well to donate their blood to the cause.

Oh, yeah, he’s also psychic, but he’s not usually tapped to use those abilities much.

{RELATIONSHIPS}

Aaron Stohl; Best friend and old war buddy

Joseph B. Tucker; Best friend, old war buddy, and former fling

Adara Stohl; Close friend

Some unknown bastard; Vampiric sire

Wick; <3

{HISTORY}

Now, normally when you graduate from ATC, you get a couple weeks off to party it up before being thrown into the meat grinder. And party Connor did! Except in Connor’s case, he woke up alone in a motel room after having been dead for several hours. Upon arriving in DoSaM, and further treatment, Connor emerged a literal goddamn vampire. Which had its perks during the height of the war with Edanith, but is something that Connor very much wishes was not the case. He doesn’t talk about it much, except when he absolutely has to, and even then he tries to make light of the whole matter and change the subject real damn quick.

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TIMELINE:
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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: oh, it's you [Cheesi!]
« on: August 20, 2021, 06:25:27 pm »
Oh.

Well, that did the trick.

Ren had been folding a paper towel and was just about to get to blotting and scrubbing when the champagne literally lifted straight out of the fabric. He turned to watch it float up when Andy walked in and flicked it into the sink, and for a moment Ren was at a loss. Had she followed him in there to help, or was this a prelude to some snide diatribe of some variety?

He gripped onto the paper towel a bit, and felt the pressure of his own claws against the meat of his palm through the thick material. Still, he somehow managed to keep his expression neutral, and instead leaned back against the countertop, unfolding the paper towel and slowly shredding it piece by piece.

"Yeah. The dress is okay. Is your nose?"

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: oh, it's you [Cheesi!]
« on: August 17, 2021, 06:24:56 pm »
   Honestly, for how much Ren's joints were not listening to him, he might have taken the blame for the impact. It wasn't as if he had been particularly paying attention to where he was going, rather it was all about going, and keeping going, and just pretending to not-go enough to avoid looking like a lunatic walking in circles all damn day.

   But that, of course, would have been his reaction for absolutely anyone but Andromeda fucking Messiere. Ren had no gods to curse, but oh, he had a few choice words for whichever one was responsible for this particular bump in an already turbulent road. Still, three hundred years of training prevented his face from crumpling into an immediate sneer full of teeth and hissing, and instead he straightened his back to better assess the damage.

   Yup. That sure was a load of champagne, alright. All down his front and everything. The lack of patterning just made the deepened black of the damp fabric all the more telling, and Ren had to take a long, slow breath through his nose. This was fine. He could handle this. This was absolutely fine.

   What he really was not in the mood for was beratement over the encounter. He knew Andromeda well enough to expect to be put on the defensive as quickly as it took her to realize who she was talking to, and Ren pushed everything into overdrive just to catch up and keep that very thing from happening.

   "I don't suppose you're hydrokinetic, because that would actually be useful right about now." He stated flatly, making a swipe at the mess even though he knew full well that would not be nearly enough to get it all out and dried. As if it weren't cold enough in the room already. He half considered trying to get his own kinesis to do the trick, but with his control, that'd more than likely end up with him ripping the dress completely off in the process. A fun parlor trick for later, but definitely not one to try out right then, right that second.

   Ren channeled his birthgiver as best he could with the sharpest, coldest sigh he could muster. It really wasn't too bad, if he said so himself - if Reitrael Dei was capable of being proud of him for anything, he might have considered it just for that.

   "No, it's fine, it's only a hand-me-down from a thousand years ago. No harm done." The truth was, something Starstrider-made was more than capable of handling a little bit of champagne, and for a single solitary moment Ren wished he could turn back time and retract his words. This wasn't the person he wanted to be - as much as he wanted to lash out, especially to Andromeda, who did that actually serve? It certainly didn't make his dress any drier, nor would it make him any happier to be there. He sucked hard on one sharp canine before shaking his head tiredly. "Really, no harm done. If you will excuse me."

   Back still ramrod straight, Ren headed directly for the nearest bathroom, opting for the unisex option just so there would be less likely a chance he'd be walked in on while attempting to pat dry the fabric. Or maybe he could just get a bottle of vodka, lock the door, and stay there for the rest of the night.

   Inwardly he cringed at the idea as soon as he had it. He could hear it now: local Pilot has considerable issues, locks self in bathroom for the night. No, no. He could do this. Just get some damn paper towels, run the fucking thing under the hand drier, whatever it took, and he'd sit down for the rest of the night. That'd keep it from being too noticeable, right?

   Right.

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 17, 2021, 10:59:05 am »
"I think I'm tall enough, thank you." He grinned, even as his hair was tugged, and ducked his head slightly in deference to her. It was all in jest, of course - he knew he wasn't truly in trouble, and it never failed to strike him how refreshing that was. This wasn't like with his birthgiver, where there was no knowing if he was pleased or angry until it was already too late. Either way, it usually meant some string of insults and barbed words, so the difference never really mattered anyway.

Kielen, however, was different. He could push and if it was indeed too much, she just told him so. The first few times, of course, had led to a pretty bad meltdown on his part, but by now... by now, he didn't even get a twinge of panic. It was nice, not being terrified of interaction.

"I'm fairly full. To be honest, I had ordered it for you, so if you'd like it now, it's all yours." He shrugged a bit. "I can get it for you."

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 17, 2021, 07:57:34 am »
   "Duly noted, I shall make every effort to not be a queen in heels." Ren nudged her teasingly, attempting a smile as if that would somehow cheer her up. Soon after though, he softened, and gave her another little nudge. "You also just got done with a near-death experience right on the heels of a catastrophic breakup that nearly meant the death of your career. Being a depressed mess, I think, in this case, is a midge understandable."

   He tilted his head a bit, and attempted to tease again. "But if you insist, I can eat the chocolate cake all by myself."

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 16, 2021, 09:02:40 pm »
   "Yeah, they're a mess," Ren agreed with a little shrug, drinking deeper from his glass and letting the wine sink into his bones, melting him further into the couch with every swallow. It made the topic easier to deal with - he didn't blame Kielen for lamenting, and he certainly sympathized with her, and sure, it gave him plenty of something besides his own fool self to focus on.

   ...Where was he even going with that train of thought?

   Right, Kielen. Kielen and her ex and the conundrum that was.

   "But it sounds to me... like you're tired of being numb."

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 16, 2021, 07:06:12 pm »
"Better than you?" Ren clicked his tongue. "Not likely. Better than him? Does that even matter?"

Ren shook his head some with a sigh. "It'll never be something you can sit and tally. It'll never be something that's such an easy choice. There's probably a thousand men as good or better, out there somewhere. But what is it you want? Is it something you'd even want to look for? You were happy before having a boyfriend, so why not that again?"

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 16, 2021, 05:38:18 pm »
"Thank you," Ren said, quietly. He looked over at her and gave a tired little smile. "Really and truly, thank you."

He leaned forward, nudging Kielen's legs so he could get to his feet and put his leftovers into the fridge. It was also an excuse to fetch more wine, which he poured with gusto for them both.

"And you? What do you think you'll choose?"

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 16, 2021, 04:01:29 pm »
"I said I decided to be in love, nothing more than that," he said quietly, back to scratching her leg. "I just mean that... if I'm going to live my life, I'd rather not shut myself away."

He eyed her, perhaps a little pointedly.

"...Jain, yeah," he said, acquiescing to the change of subject. "It goes... slow. Neither of them are much for running blind, and Jain, she... is a lot like me in a lot of ways. Unsure of our worth in a world that seems brighter than we are."

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 16, 2021, 01:43:21 pm »
"Well," Ren said slowly, leaning back into the couch and eyeing her some, "what would you prefer? To be comfortable, or to be you?"

He stretched out his legs, humming softly as his ankles popped. He considered her question for a long moment, watching the incense from across the room, listening to the gentle ticking of the clock.

"I've decided to be in love. Whatever that'll bring me, it doesn't matter."

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 16, 2021, 12:04:05 pm »
   Ren took his plate without a word, letting her continue to gather her thoughts as he cut his steak down to easy, shred-able bites. It was a good steak, and his teeth made short work of it, though he was still careful to shield his face from view while he chewed. Even someone as familiar with elfkind as Kielen was, Ren was hesitant to put her on edge.

   So he listened, and carefully ate, and peppered in a few quiet 'the fuckers' as necessary, especially about her ex's penchant for rushing things and almost getting the woman fired. Or worse. As she nudged him with her leg, however, he had to smile and give her ankle another gentle scratch.

   "No, we are not about that life, mistress." He took a few more bites of dinner and drank down the rest of his wineglass. "Do you think, maybe, eight hours several times a week might be something self-destructive? I mean... I'm not exactly a good example of anything, but do you think talking that much is making sex boring? Or affecting things otherwise?"

   He hummed a bit, head tilting back and forth as he continued to scratch her leg. "I mean... I trust your judgment, of course. I can see exactly why someone would want to put a ring on you," he patted her shin teasingly, "and if it were me, I'd be clinging to every last scrap of attention I could from..."

   Ren trailed off, and cleared his throat a bit.

   "But it's hard to focus, being in love. Even harder to focus if you have to keep telling yourself not to be, at the same time. I think maybe... you'll need to decide, one way or the other."

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 16, 2021, 06:30:51 am »
"Fucking like wild rabbits," Ren offered helpfully. He sipped his wine again before setting the glass to the side. He considered for a long moment, and longer again still, before finally speaking again. "Do you think all the sweetness now is just an act?"

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 15, 2021, 09:45:15 pm »
As promised, Ren listened, tracing the claws of his free hand over her ankles in slow, soothing circles. It was a bit of physical touch that was every bit for him as it was for her - the repetitive motions gave him something to focus on, a task to complete that he couldn't possibly fuck up but gave a hell of a reward. It was something they'd both figured out a good while ago, but the fact remained Ren was starved for praise and validation. This was a very easy way to earn both.

He took another drink, hummed in thought, and drank again.

"...It's not stupid. I know for a fact you're not an idiot, and… life's so fucking weird. I can't shake my head too hard at wanting to call a guy who showed up in Aurora just to make sure you weren't dead. And, in addition, you're going on other dates, aren't you?"

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 15, 2021, 09:04:01 pm »
Ren's eyebrows went up in a perfectly knowing manner, though he dutifully went about setting both their plates on the coffee table before retrieving more wine, filling the glasses even more than he had before. He settled onto the couch, sharing the end with Kielen's legs and waiting for her to stretch them onto his lap before he reached for his wineglass and took a long drink.

"I'll help if I can, but remember I'm not exactly great at this. Listening, though, that I can do. Just tell me when to pepper in a 'the fucker!' and we'll be good."

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The Rest of Aedolis / oh, it's you [Cheesi!]
« on: August 15, 2021, 08:53:35 pm »
   The problem with evening gowns was that they were always absolutely fucking freezing.

   Ren swore there had to have been some kind of conspiracy about it all - there was no way that no one had noticed that most charity balls and fundraising luncheons and premieres tended to be held in venues that seemed to think sixty degrees was a normal functional temperature. There was no way no one had noticed that all the drinks were chilled champagne or cocktails over ice, or that the appetizers very rarely approached anything beyond room-temperature.

   It had to be on purpose. Whether that was to keep makeup from sweating off (they made brands specifically for that, these days), or to keep stench down (god forbid anyone not smell like a delicately perfumed lily), or an excuse to make your date want to huddle under your arm all night (would be nice if you weren't always infinitely taller than anyone else), Ren wasn't sure. But what he was sure of, was that the venue owner for tonight was an absolutely sadistic bastard. Or did corpse storage part time. Either, or.

   Even with fur wrapped around his shoulders, Ren was cold. His fingers hurt from holding his champagne glass, and it took every bit of his willpower not to huddle up in a chair and just shiver. But no, he couldn't do that. Not when this was a state-led function and certainly not when he was the only Starstrider in the room. He just had to suck it up, keep his discomfort as inconspicuous as possible, and drink enough that he forgot what nerve endings even were.

   Which would have been much easier, again, if he could feel his goddamn fingers. He flexed the ones on his free hand under the guise of inspecting his nail decor - a fine silver-metal filigree that hugged each claw and extended upwards onto the fingers themselves. He'd opted for a more 'traditional' outfit for the night, and that unfortunately meant the simplicity of the gown itself was accented by plenty of metal armrings. Which, of course, was absofuckinglutely freezing. Even the fur shrug couldn't do much; it was small, meant only to wrap around his upper back and hook to the front of the gown, leaving the rest of him open to the merciless elements.

   Idly, he wondered how the hell any of his ancestors had dealt with it. Then reminded himself that his ancestors weren't usually so sensitive to the cold. And further reminded himself that was his own doing, thank you very much.

   Nope, no, bad. Self-defeating talk wasn't going to get him through the night any easier. Ren took a breath, drank his champagne in what he hoped was more of a sip than a guzzle, and decided it was time for another leisurely walk around the room. Anything to get his blood working again, and at least if he looked like he was en route somewhere there was less of a chance of being bothered while he tried to get sloshed.

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 15, 2021, 12:08:14 pm »
"I trust you," Ren blurted out in earnest. It was true, he really did. The very thought of losing this, this thing that he and Kielen had, the thought of losing his collar, all of that made him want to just run as fast as his legs would carry him - which was, in fact, very far and very fast indeed, even on his worst day. Too easily, the feeling of panic swelled back up again, and felt like it might float him away like the sea itself.

The touch to his collar brought him right back to the solidness of the moment, though, and the reassurance of her words. He took a deep breath, and let it out again. Another breath, and another exhale. Ren even managed to laugh at the little aside about Kielen's own relationship problems. It was small, and it was quiet, but it was a laugh nonetheless.

"Okay. Okay, I can do that."

His head perked up a bit at the sound of a knock - they were separated from the rest of the penthouse by sliding glass and the thrum of ocean waves, but he recognized it through all the noise.

"Dinner's here. I'm very curious about your insanity - talk more while we eat?"

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The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Session 9 [Goblin!]
« on: August 15, 2021, 08:29:02 am »
Ren shrugged a bit, his usual habit against questions he didn't want to really answer. It wasn't just the notion that he was the only one who could figure his own life out (and that was very terrifying). It was even in the math - the exact science of knowing just how short human lives were and how little time there really was to hold onto... any of them. Jain would be approaching thirty, soon. Kielen was younger, sure, but not by much. In the blink of an eye, they'd go from a quarter of their life, to a half, to three-fourths, to the end. Jain. Kielen.

Cabe.

Ren bit the inside of his cheek to dismiss the thought, and quickly lit up another cigarette, breathing deep and transforming it to ash just in time to light up a third. A few puffs, and he felt the panic dissipate, and then finally dissolve. The sun was still warm. Kielen's presence against his back was still warm. He flexed his fingers and toes. He was okay.

"It just happens so quick," he said, quietly, before clearing his throat and remembering to speak with more conviction, "the bad moments, I mean. By the time I'm in them, all I'm doing is holding on, you know? And then by the time I have a grip, the moment's gone, and I feel like a heel bugging you about it when it's already done. ...Especially when you're apparently texting your guy, madam."

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