(catchall / closed)

[paraselenes]

WHO: dimitri & co
WHERE: here and there
WHEN: december
WHAT: catch-all for the month! will include some basic prompts + more specific closed starters, but feel free to wildcard me if we have plans! here is my plotting comment.
WARNINGS: will mark where necessary

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[paraselenes]

[ The woods are lush, moreso than he's ever seen, an explosion of greenery and moisture that hangs in the air, water pushing past their shins. It's beautiful, in the frightening way that nature is wont to be. He'd take it in after the door slams behind them, the reaper's howls replaced by the clash of a training grounds, but the pedestal nearby has something that demands his attention. One that stands out, stark and almost viscerally unpleasant, and relieving all the same.

This weapon looks as organic as its surroundings, but in a completely different way—rather than tendrils of plants and lovely crystal, Areadbhar looks as though it were forged from blood and bone, meat and sinew wasted away until only a weapon remained.

It even moves, very faintly. Like a little muscle twitch to say hello. ]

Ah!

[ He hurries over to fetch it, urgent. ]

It's mine... how could it be here?

[ Nevermind the playful (thieving) sprites hanging around. ]

[terraria]

( guarded, aspen studies dimitri for a good moment. instead of keeping his reading casual, he hyperfocuses - he dusts off his analytical face-reading in his mind, looking at everything from the crease of the human's brows to the way he holds his strange, foreign-looking weapon. that thing looks like a nightmare. he would not have expected dimitri to be the one wielding it, and that in and of itself makes him pause.

but after a good few moments studying him, aspen exhales. no, dimitri is not playing stupid. no, dimitri is not lying and acting as if he was never here. that was all true - he can read no deception in his expression.

which means... )

I don't know. I haven't been here since we arrived. And, to be perfectly frank but without the intention of offense or rudeness - I would never touch a weapon like that.

( it makes his skin crawl. )

I don't see anyone else, though. Who could have brought it here? Those... pixies, flitting about? I heard they steal things, but I never would've thought they could steal something... ( he gestures to the weapon, uncertain. he has a tough time imagining a tiny pixie moving that thing. ) I don't even think I could lift that.

[paraselenes]

[ As soon as he grips Areadbhar, it glows in a brief, faint pulse of light, its parts moving like rusty phalanges waking up in a stretch before settling again. By now, he's used to it—though he can't blame Aspen for being put off. Legendary weapon or not, it's ominous-looking.

He makes to step out of the water with a sigh. ]

I didn't think they could even enter a place like this...

[ But they're capable of curses, so who knows what else they can do. Such as maybe spiriting away weapons taller than either of them. What a nuisance. ]

You aren't being rude—Areadbhar is a great and terrible thing. And I don't know what I would do without it. Thank you for sheltering it, inadvertent and unpleasant though it may be.

[ At least Dimitri is an easy read: his relief is sincere, as is his thanks, joined with a short bow of gratitude. ]

[terraria]

( the bow has him waving a hand, as if to tell him to not bother. the throne room reminds him keenly of his station, where he might have ignored it in favor of pretending like he wasn't royalty. it's hard to pretend otherwise now. )

It's alright. The Boreas is similar, though perhaps not as... visually intimidating. ( when he readjusts his crystalline staff, it almost seems to glow in the palace's light - and it's more clear that the glowing sword that had been next to areadbhar is its twin. ) Instead, it will just burn the skin of anyone who touches it and is not found worthy. It belonged to my father.

( the fondness in his tone is made jarring by the moving dark figure nearing them, amidst the tangle of vines and shrubbery that's encroaching on the palace walls. aspen, with his back to the figure, can't see it. )