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esp_dragon) wrote2011-01-09 06:37 am
esp_dragon) wrote2011-01-09 06:37 am
Searching
Fandom: Original
Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains swearing.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
Back to updating every Sunday! (And I seem to be attempting to twist my NYR into 'write five-hundred words of Searching a day, and then write five-hundred words of fanfic a day too'. :P)
Argh, Marland's wings. :P Yes, it's a good thing that they're not just there in a cosmetic way, but dammit, they're always getting in the way!Yes, this is the entire point. It's still annoying.
Okay, Nillos is supposed to be a comic relief character, but he knew what Marland was like before and just how touchy he was about… okay, everything so he's normally a person who cracks jokes to keep things light-hearted but Marland hadn't react too well to those…
Every time I wrote/read Nillos yawning, I feel myself start to yawn too…
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 2,936
Total word count: 78,016
Status: Work in Progress
Marland didn't know where he was. The smells were different, far too different. Smelled of people and cooking food, but nothing that he was familiar with. There was softness under him, and that was strange, an unused to feeling.
"And that was when we found out the spines weren't just for decoration – it could shoot them out, almost with the same force as a gun."
He had tensed at the first word, ears swivelling to pinpoint the person talking, but as the person continued, he relaxed slowly as he realised that he recognised the voice. Nillos.
A light chuckle. "But I take that you were…" A small pause before a clearing of the throat. "You were all right in the end?"
Marland's ears froze as he took in the second voice, trying to not give himself away. Ronthar. And just like that, everything settled into place: where he was, why his wing felt warm and stiff, pain a regular beat, why he didn't recognise anything around him. He hunched his shoulders, curling in on himself as best as he could in his position. He didn't want them to know he was awake; he just didn't want to deal with anything right now.
"Heh, yeah. A couple of chunks taken out of us, but nothing serious, nothing like this." He could hear Nillos swinging his leg in small, quick arcs on the bed beside him. "You still worried about Marland?"
A sharp intake of breath. "Ah…"
"You just keep glancing at him and uh…"
Marland was pretty sure that sound was Ronthar's hair moving as he shook his head.
There was a drawn-out silence and the only thing Marland could hear was breathing.
"You up, Marland?"
Slowly, Marland opened one eye. He did that just in case the lighting in the room was too bright. No other reason for it. Just like there was no other reason for why it took him so long to open his other eye. Both Nillos and Ronthar were sitting on the edge of the other bed, Nillos closer to him. Nillos was sporting a bandaged head, tufts of his blond hair poking through, but other than a couple of bruises, he didn't seem to be injured badly anywhere else. The blinds at the window at their backs were closed, but Marland couldn't see any light coming through it, and he couldn't hear any wind or rain either, so it was well into evening. The only light was from the furthest away bed-side table and it was dim enough that it didn't hurt Marland's eyes.
At the sight of Marland opening his eyes, Nillos grinned widely, putting his teeth on display. "Great! We were starting to think you weren't going to." He gestured to the bed-side table, where there was a glass of water sitting on it. Marland stared at it, and just felt like hiding under his wing. He was just a little too far to be able to reach it comfortably so he'd have to shuffle closer and as well as that, he couldn't really drink from it without standing and he really didn't want to at that particular moment.
"Straw?"
Nillos turned his head to look at Ronthar. "Huh?"
"Do you have straws?"
"Oh, yeah." A quick glance at Marland. "Hang on, I'll go them." He left the room quickly. Marland continued to stare at the glass and Ronthar didn’t say anything either. He could hear Nillos moving around in the kitchen, quickly opening and closing doors before there was the eventual crow of triumph.
"Ah-ha!" A couple of seconds of rummaging through it before Nillos made his way back through, a straw in hand. He handed it over with a quick grin before settling back in place on the bed.
Marland did a quick test of his limbs to make sure everything was still in order. Apart from an overall stiffness and just feeling weak, he was all right. He edged towards the table, stuck the straw in and began drinking. It was a relief to have liquid in his mouth and it made him realise just how dry it had been.
"Ooh…" Nillos exhaled after a few seconds. Marland flicked his eyes to him and saw that Nillos had his head tilted to the side, interest clearly seen in his eyes as he looked at his wings. Nillos smothered that look as soon as he realised that Marland was watching him. It was with a start that Marland realised that he hadn't been able to interpret that look before he'd met Sho… Shodin – he'd always thought any kind of attention was a threat (which, usually, it was) but he used to back away with his teeth bared, even from the people he knew, when he thought he was getting looked at more than he should be. Which, apart from Kendal and Laris, usually meant anything more than a quick glance began to set him on edge.
After Marland was done with the water, the other needs of his body made themselves known: he was starving, his stomach feeling like it had already eaten itself, and that he needed to go to the toilet. One other need was that he absolutely stank of blood and other things that he couldn't identify. Yet another was the awareness that he'd been lying down towards his right side of his body for too long; it was feeling a little numb.
"How long've I been out for?" His tongue felt thick and still dry, sticking to the roof of his mouth annoyingly when they came in contact.
A shrug from Nillos. "A couple of days now. We, uh, weren't able to give you any food during then because we weren't sure what we could give you."
That explained the hunger, and people might not have been willing to disturb him while sleeping, which would explain why he hadn't moved. Knowing his own sleeping habits, he might have nearly woken up just by people walking into the room. He looked at the other bed doubtfully. But if that was the case, with Ronthar sleeping so close to him… and Nillos had obviously gotten in without disturbing him that much either. So maybe he had just been that tired.
With a sigh, Marland settled his head back down on the bed and twisted slightly so that he was leaning more on his left side. His wing protested a little (so that was also probably why he hadn't moved) but he ignored it, sighing again as he felt his blood circulating a little easier on the other side.
"So…" Marland flicked his ears towards Nillos. "I'll just go make something to eat." All right. "Instant chicken pasta all right for you?"
Marland nodded and then he tracked Nillos with his ears as he left – but why was he closing the door?
"Are you okay?" Ronthar asked quietly after a small pause. His ears swivelled around.
He shrugged with his right wing. Once it had gone back in place, Marland decided to stretch, the wing feeling difficult to control smoothly. Slowly, he arched it up, extending it as far as it could go until it started to brush the wall. He held it there for a few seconds and then folded back in, feeling slightly better after that.
He didn't want to have a conversation with Ronthar. Not right now. It wasn't like they were going to talk much after this anyway, what with Ronth… Marland's ears sank down slowly. Ronthar didn't have a place to stay, did he? Not if he'd… but that was him assuming again, wasn't it? He hadn't asked anything about Ronthar, too, well, distraught if he was being brutally honest with himself about Shodin being gone to be able to think about anything else.
"How did you…" What was the point? And why ask that question first? It wasn't like Ronthar was going to know.
"How did I…?" Ronthar prompted. Marland was fairly sure he could hear him playing with his hair.
He'd already said it, so now Ronthar knew he wanted to know something (but he probably did already anyway) and then he'd keep asking until Marland gave in and just said it anyway. But, again, that was just an assumption, wasn't it? But Ronthar had shown that he was… that he was still Shodin, although more wary, and they definitely had the same stubbornness.
Ears lowering fully, Marland asked the question he should have once he'd met Ronthar. "How did you get your memories back?" he mumbled to the wall.
Ronthar was silent for the next couple of seconds, not fiddling with his hair either. "I'm not sure…" he admitted slowly. "I remember losing consciousness after one of the sessions, and I had thought that it was only for a few seconds because I woke up being dragged into the room. With you."
So he really had absolutely no recollection of what had happened between losing his memory and regaining it. …Except he did, with things like the medicine. Which then meant what, exactly? Ronthar's memories were more in the forefront than Shodin's memories, or were Shodin's memories just residual now, completely gone? But if Ronthar had gotten his memories back when it had seemed like that for Shodin, then maybe it could be like that with Shodin's memories too. Was it just going to be that only one set of memories could be accessed at the one time?
"But… I do think that it might have something to do with Fion."
Fion? Oh, right, Puzz. Marland's ears lifted and turned towards Ronthar.
"He had been saying something just before I lost consciousness, and when my memories come back, he isn't there anymore."
…That did make sense. Fion had been really protective of Shodin, but could he really…? They were an Other, so Marland couldn't say what they could and couldn't do. He hadn't really heard of possessing actually happening, so really, he didn't know the limits that they had.
"What, Fion can do that?"
Ronthar moved his head, humming at the same time. "Yes. We never talked about it, but it's one of the abilities of a laknur."
Marland drew in on himself mentally, not sure what he should be asking, if there was any point in doing it. But… he felt like he had to know. It wasn't a want, but a need to know what had happened, and to know about Ronthar and Shodin when he could. "Laknur?"
"It's…" A puff of air. "A laknur is a… being that creates a contract with a human and through that contract, the human is able to use their powers and abilities, if the laknur grants them access."
So, the magic that Shodin had was Fion's. And fuck, so if Balt tried to force a contract, then that human would have magic. His ears flattened.
"Fion wouldn't allow that," Ronthar said quietly, fabric ruffling. "A laknur chooses who they create a contract with, and they can't be made to against their will."
Still. Who knew what the fuck Balt was doing with him right now and dammit, they should be trying to get Fion out of there!
Marland made a move to get up, and he quickly turned his head when he heard Ronthar slip off the bed and come towards him. "Rest for now, all right?" Ronthar said gently, and Marland could see his hand hovering over his wing, fingers flat, maybe trying to go closer, to go for his shoulder.
"But…" he trailed off uncertainly. Saying it was redundant; Ronthar knew that Fion was being hurt, and he would be feeling it more, if Marland was right about just how close they were.
"And we're both hurt and tired," Ronthar filled in. "We shouldn't do anything if anything we attempt will result in us being captured again."
His ears lowered at that, growling softly. Yeah. He didn't like it, but it made sense.
There was a knock at the door just then, and Ronthar turned his head towards it, his hand falling away. "Come in," Ronthar said, taking a step back.
Marland looked at Nillos, his ears back in confusion, after he had nudged the door open and poked his head through the crack. Nillos wasn't shy, Marland definitely knew that much, and he'd just shown that he was still the same by the way he had talked to Ronthar. So why was he acting so hesitant now?
Seeing Ronthar settling back on the bed, he came in with more confidence, a plate in one hand and a bar of chocolate in the other, smiling. He paused next to Marland, the items bobbing up and down. "Which one do you want first?"
He eyed the two, and then nearly pointed to the food with his wing out of habit. "The food." And then he blinked, grumbling, his wing covering him for a second.
"Um…?"
Screw it. He brought his wing back and moved so that he was leaning more on his right side again. Nillos was peering down at him, his eyebrows drawn in. Marland really couldn't be bothered seeing if his legs could support him yet; he took the plate and fork out of Nillos' hand, placed in front of him and slowly began eating it.
"Ever thought about cutting them off?" Nillos said lightly after he'd put the chocolate down on the table, a small smile on his face. When Marland looked at him, Nillos tried to wipe the smile off his face, eyes a little wide.
"Where'd I put 'em?" Marland said, making his voice gruff, feeling weird about teasing him back, not making eye contact with him but keeping his ears up, not sure if Nillos would realise he was being teased if he kept the eye contact. It wasn't like he did anything like that normally; he had only just started tentatively teasing Shodin back right before the whole getting kidnapped by Balt situation. "We don't exactly have a lot of space in the flat." He'd realised too late that he'd used 'we' out of habit, but he didn't let that stop him, only stumbling after the first word, and continued on.
Ronthar chuckled while Nillos didn't comment, and Marland could see his head was tilted slightly. He supposed he couldn't blame him for being confused, because Marland knew that he wouldn't have been reacting like this before he'd met Shodin.
Nillos then half-choked and laughed in one breath. "Sorry!" he said, waving his hands –palms vertical, fingers not spread- side to side. "I'm just not used to hearing something like that from you." It took him a while to get it out of his system and Marland used that time to eat.
"I'll go get you something to drink." Nillos left the room again, still smiling widely, and Marland only really had enough time to eat one piece before Nillos was back again, a jug of water in his hand. As soon as he had filled the glass and set the jug down, Nillos yawned widely and loudly, using a hand to cover his mouth.
"Well, I'm really tired right now," he announced, "so I think I'll just be going to bed."
Marland watched him as he left, one ear down to the side. He hadn't seemed that tired before, but he was injured as well and he'd just been walking back and forth because of Marland. The other ear went down when he realised that.
Sighing, Marland reached over and snagged the chocolate with his claws, bringing over the water as well. He ripped the packet open and broke off a piece, weighing it in his hands –should be just right for the amount of pain he was feeling, and he shouldn’t overdose on it either- before dropping it in his mouth. He tried to swallow it as fast as he could.
Ugh. Tasted like crap and with his ears flat on his skull, he drank the water, hoping it would wash away the taste. It didn't, not in the slightest, but he did have the rest of the food to go, and it looked like it would be enough to cover the taste.
Ronthar didn't seem to be looking at him while he ate, but he could just be watching him from the corner of his eyes, so Marland wasn't sure. The food wasn't enough when he was done –he still felt hungry- but he knew better than to push it; he felt like he needed more food, but it also felt like his stomach couldn't expand any more than the point that it had gotten to.
He glanced at Ronthar, not entirely sure why, after he'd put the plate on the bed-side table. He wasn't exactly ignoring him, but he just didn't want to talk to him either. His ears pricked up and faced forward when he noticed something; Ronthar was wearing a different set of clothes, most likely borrowed from someone else, but that wasn't what caught Marland's attention. What had caught his attention was the fact that Ronthar had bandages around his neck again, no bulge under them to hint of them covering something either.
Ronthar saw him staring, and he smiled wanly at him, a hand slowly going up to brush the bottom edge of the bandage. "Kendal called them 'powertool's?"
Marland snorted, one ear flicking down. Yeah, that sounded like her.
"That was what she was planning on using," he continued, his smile melting into something a little more natural, "but I wasn't quite reassured by the grin she was wearing at the time."
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XDDD *cough*
Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains swearing.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
Back to updating every Sunday! (And I seem to be attempting to twist my NYR into 'write five-hundred words of Searching a day, and then write five-hundred words of fanfic a day too'. :P)
Argh, Marland's wings. :P Yes, it's a good thing that they're not just there in a cosmetic way, but dammit, they're always getting in the way!
Okay, Nillos is supposed to be a comic relief character, but he knew what Marland was like before and just how touchy he was about… okay, everything so he's normally a person who cracks jokes to keep things light-hearted but Marland hadn't react too well to those…
Every time I wrote/read Nillos yawning, I feel myself start to yawn too…
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 2,936
Total word count: 78,016
Status: Work in Progress
Marland didn't know where he was. The smells were different, far too different. Smelled of people and cooking food, but nothing that he was familiar with. There was softness under him, and that was strange, an unused to feeling.
"And that was when we found out the spines weren't just for decoration – it could shoot them out, almost with the same force as a gun."
He had tensed at the first word, ears swivelling to pinpoint the person talking, but as the person continued, he relaxed slowly as he realised that he recognised the voice. Nillos.
A light chuckle. "But I take that you were…" A small pause before a clearing of the throat. "You were all right in the end?"
Marland's ears froze as he took in the second voice, trying to not give himself away. Ronthar. And just like that, everything settled into place: where he was, why his wing felt warm and stiff, pain a regular beat, why he didn't recognise anything around him. He hunched his shoulders, curling in on himself as best as he could in his position. He didn't want them to know he was awake; he just didn't want to deal with anything right now.
"Heh, yeah. A couple of chunks taken out of us, but nothing serious, nothing like this." He could hear Nillos swinging his leg in small, quick arcs on the bed beside him. "You still worried about Marland?"
A sharp intake of breath. "Ah…"
"You just keep glancing at him and uh…"
Marland was pretty sure that sound was Ronthar's hair moving as he shook his head.
There was a drawn-out silence and the only thing Marland could hear was breathing.
"You up, Marland?"
Slowly, Marland opened one eye. He did that just in case the lighting in the room was too bright. No other reason for it. Just like there was no other reason for why it took him so long to open his other eye. Both Nillos and Ronthar were sitting on the edge of the other bed, Nillos closer to him. Nillos was sporting a bandaged head, tufts of his blond hair poking through, but other than a couple of bruises, he didn't seem to be injured badly anywhere else. The blinds at the window at their backs were closed, but Marland couldn't see any light coming through it, and he couldn't hear any wind or rain either, so it was well into evening. The only light was from the furthest away bed-side table and it was dim enough that it didn't hurt Marland's eyes.
At the sight of Marland opening his eyes, Nillos grinned widely, putting his teeth on display. "Great! We were starting to think you weren't going to." He gestured to the bed-side table, where there was a glass of water sitting on it. Marland stared at it, and just felt like hiding under his wing. He was just a little too far to be able to reach it comfortably so he'd have to shuffle closer and as well as that, he couldn't really drink from it without standing and he really didn't want to at that particular moment.
"Straw?"
Nillos turned his head to look at Ronthar. "Huh?"
"Do you have straws?"
"Oh, yeah." A quick glance at Marland. "Hang on, I'll go them." He left the room quickly. Marland continued to stare at the glass and Ronthar didn’t say anything either. He could hear Nillos moving around in the kitchen, quickly opening and closing doors before there was the eventual crow of triumph.
"Ah-ha!" A couple of seconds of rummaging through it before Nillos made his way back through, a straw in hand. He handed it over with a quick grin before settling back in place on the bed.
Marland did a quick test of his limbs to make sure everything was still in order. Apart from an overall stiffness and just feeling weak, he was all right. He edged towards the table, stuck the straw in and began drinking. It was a relief to have liquid in his mouth and it made him realise just how dry it had been.
"Ooh…" Nillos exhaled after a few seconds. Marland flicked his eyes to him and saw that Nillos had his head tilted to the side, interest clearly seen in his eyes as he looked at his wings. Nillos smothered that look as soon as he realised that Marland was watching him. It was with a start that Marland realised that he hadn't been able to interpret that look before he'd met Sho… Shodin – he'd always thought any kind of attention was a threat (which, usually, it was) but he used to back away with his teeth bared, even from the people he knew, when he thought he was getting looked at more than he should be. Which, apart from Kendal and Laris, usually meant anything more than a quick glance began to set him on edge.
After Marland was done with the water, the other needs of his body made themselves known: he was starving, his stomach feeling like it had already eaten itself, and that he needed to go to the toilet. One other need was that he absolutely stank of blood and other things that he couldn't identify. Yet another was the awareness that he'd been lying down towards his right side of his body for too long; it was feeling a little numb.
"How long've I been out for?" His tongue felt thick and still dry, sticking to the roof of his mouth annoyingly when they came in contact.
A shrug from Nillos. "A couple of days now. We, uh, weren't able to give you any food during then because we weren't sure what we could give you."
That explained the hunger, and people might not have been willing to disturb him while sleeping, which would explain why he hadn't moved. Knowing his own sleeping habits, he might have nearly woken up just by people walking into the room. He looked at the other bed doubtfully. But if that was the case, with Ronthar sleeping so close to him… and Nillos had obviously gotten in without disturbing him that much either. So maybe he had just been that tired.
With a sigh, Marland settled his head back down on the bed and twisted slightly so that he was leaning more on his left side. His wing protested a little (so that was also probably why he hadn't moved) but he ignored it, sighing again as he felt his blood circulating a little easier on the other side.
"So…" Marland flicked his ears towards Nillos. "I'll just go make something to eat." All right. "Instant chicken pasta all right for you?"
Marland nodded and then he tracked Nillos with his ears as he left – but why was he closing the door?
"Are you okay?" Ronthar asked quietly after a small pause. His ears swivelled around.
He shrugged with his right wing. Once it had gone back in place, Marland decided to stretch, the wing feeling difficult to control smoothly. Slowly, he arched it up, extending it as far as it could go until it started to brush the wall. He held it there for a few seconds and then folded back in, feeling slightly better after that.
He didn't want to have a conversation with Ronthar. Not right now. It wasn't like they were going to talk much after this anyway, what with Ronth… Marland's ears sank down slowly. Ronthar didn't have a place to stay, did he? Not if he'd… but that was him assuming again, wasn't it? He hadn't asked anything about Ronthar, too, well, distraught if he was being brutally honest with himself about Shodin being gone to be able to think about anything else.
"How did you…" What was the point? And why ask that question first? It wasn't like Ronthar was going to know.
"How did I…?" Ronthar prompted. Marland was fairly sure he could hear him playing with his hair.
He'd already said it, so now Ronthar knew he wanted to know something (but he probably did already anyway) and then he'd keep asking until Marland gave in and just said it anyway. But, again, that was just an assumption, wasn't it? But Ronthar had shown that he was… that he was still Shodin, although more wary, and they definitely had the same stubbornness.
Ears lowering fully, Marland asked the question he should have once he'd met Ronthar. "How did you get your memories back?" he mumbled to the wall.
Ronthar was silent for the next couple of seconds, not fiddling with his hair either. "I'm not sure…" he admitted slowly. "I remember losing consciousness after one of the sessions, and I had thought that it was only for a few seconds because I woke up being dragged into the room. With you."
So he really had absolutely no recollection of what had happened between losing his memory and regaining it. …Except he did, with things like the medicine. Which then meant what, exactly? Ronthar's memories were more in the forefront than Shodin's memories, or were Shodin's memories just residual now, completely gone? But if Ronthar had gotten his memories back when it had seemed like that for Shodin, then maybe it could be like that with Shodin's memories too. Was it just going to be that only one set of memories could be accessed at the one time?
"But… I do think that it might have something to do with Fion."
Fion? Oh, right, Puzz. Marland's ears lifted and turned towards Ronthar.
"He had been saying something just before I lost consciousness, and when my memories come back, he isn't there anymore."
…That did make sense. Fion had been really protective of Shodin, but could he really…? They were an Other, so Marland couldn't say what they could and couldn't do. He hadn't really heard of possessing actually happening, so really, he didn't know the limits that they had.
"What, Fion can do that?"
Ronthar moved his head, humming at the same time. "Yes. We never talked about it, but it's one of the abilities of a laknur."
Marland drew in on himself mentally, not sure what he should be asking, if there was any point in doing it. But… he felt like he had to know. It wasn't a want, but a need to know what had happened, and to know about Ronthar and Shodin when he could. "Laknur?"
"It's…" A puff of air. "A laknur is a… being that creates a contract with a human and through that contract, the human is able to use their powers and abilities, if the laknur grants them access."
So, the magic that Shodin had was Fion's. And fuck, so if Balt tried to force a contract, then that human would have magic. His ears flattened.
"Fion wouldn't allow that," Ronthar said quietly, fabric ruffling. "A laknur chooses who they create a contract with, and they can't be made to against their will."
Still. Who knew what the fuck Balt was doing with him right now and dammit, they should be trying to get Fion out of there!
Marland made a move to get up, and he quickly turned his head when he heard Ronthar slip off the bed and come towards him. "Rest for now, all right?" Ronthar said gently, and Marland could see his hand hovering over his wing, fingers flat, maybe trying to go closer, to go for his shoulder.
"But…" he trailed off uncertainly. Saying it was redundant; Ronthar knew that Fion was being hurt, and he would be feeling it more, if Marland was right about just how close they were.
"And we're both hurt and tired," Ronthar filled in. "We shouldn't do anything if anything we attempt will result in us being captured again."
His ears lowered at that, growling softly. Yeah. He didn't like it, but it made sense.
There was a knock at the door just then, and Ronthar turned his head towards it, his hand falling away. "Come in," Ronthar said, taking a step back.
Marland looked at Nillos, his ears back in confusion, after he had nudged the door open and poked his head through the crack. Nillos wasn't shy, Marland definitely knew that much, and he'd just shown that he was still the same by the way he had talked to Ronthar. So why was he acting so hesitant now?
Seeing Ronthar settling back on the bed, he came in with more confidence, a plate in one hand and a bar of chocolate in the other, smiling. He paused next to Marland, the items bobbing up and down. "Which one do you want first?"
He eyed the two, and then nearly pointed to the food with his wing out of habit. "The food." And then he blinked, grumbling, his wing covering him for a second.
"Um…?"
Screw it. He brought his wing back and moved so that he was leaning more on his right side again. Nillos was peering down at him, his eyebrows drawn in. Marland really couldn't be bothered seeing if his legs could support him yet; he took the plate and fork out of Nillos' hand, placed in front of him and slowly began eating it.
"Ever thought about cutting them off?" Nillos said lightly after he'd put the chocolate down on the table, a small smile on his face. When Marland looked at him, Nillos tried to wipe the smile off his face, eyes a little wide.
"Where'd I put 'em?" Marland said, making his voice gruff, feeling weird about teasing him back, not making eye contact with him but keeping his ears up, not sure if Nillos would realise he was being teased if he kept the eye contact. It wasn't like he did anything like that normally; he had only just started tentatively teasing Shodin back right before the whole getting kidnapped by Balt situation. "We don't exactly have a lot of space in the flat." He'd realised too late that he'd used 'we' out of habit, but he didn't let that stop him, only stumbling after the first word, and continued on.
Ronthar chuckled while Nillos didn't comment, and Marland could see his head was tilted slightly. He supposed he couldn't blame him for being confused, because Marland knew that he wouldn't have been reacting like this before he'd met Shodin.
Nillos then half-choked and laughed in one breath. "Sorry!" he said, waving his hands –palms vertical, fingers not spread- side to side. "I'm just not used to hearing something like that from you." It took him a while to get it out of his system and Marland used that time to eat.
"I'll go get you something to drink." Nillos left the room again, still smiling widely, and Marland only really had enough time to eat one piece before Nillos was back again, a jug of water in his hand. As soon as he had filled the glass and set the jug down, Nillos yawned widely and loudly, using a hand to cover his mouth.
"Well, I'm really tired right now," he announced, "so I think I'll just be going to bed."
Marland watched him as he left, one ear down to the side. He hadn't seemed that tired before, but he was injured as well and he'd just been walking back and forth because of Marland. The other ear went down when he realised that.
Sighing, Marland reached over and snagged the chocolate with his claws, bringing over the water as well. He ripped the packet open and broke off a piece, weighing it in his hands –should be just right for the amount of pain he was feeling, and he shouldn’t overdose on it either- before dropping it in his mouth. He tried to swallow it as fast as he could.
Ugh. Tasted like crap and with his ears flat on his skull, he drank the water, hoping it would wash away the taste. It didn't, not in the slightest, but he did have the rest of the food to go, and it looked like it would be enough to cover the taste.
Ronthar didn't seem to be looking at him while he ate, but he could just be watching him from the corner of his eyes, so Marland wasn't sure. The food wasn't enough when he was done –he still felt hungry- but he knew better than to push it; he felt like he needed more food, but it also felt like his stomach couldn't expand any more than the point that it had gotten to.
He glanced at Ronthar, not entirely sure why, after he'd put the plate on the bed-side table. He wasn't exactly ignoring him, but he just didn't want to talk to him either. His ears pricked up and faced forward when he noticed something; Ronthar was wearing a different set of clothes, most likely borrowed from someone else, but that wasn't what caught Marland's attention. What had caught his attention was the fact that Ronthar had bandages around his neck again, no bulge under them to hint of them covering something either.
Ronthar saw him staring, and he smiled wanly at him, a hand slowly going up to brush the bottom edge of the bandage. "Kendal called them 'powertool's?"
Marland snorted, one ear flicking down. Yeah, that sounded like her.
"That was what she was planning on using," he continued, his smile melting into something a little more natural, "but I wasn't quite reassured by the grin she was wearing at the time."
XDDD *cough*
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He hunched his shoulders, curling in on himself as best as he could in his position.
Aww, Marland. I have a feeling they'll notice he's awake already. Does curling in even work for Marland?
"Straw?"
*imagines Marland using a straw*
It was with a start that Marland realised that he hadn't been able to interpret that look before he'd met Sho… Shodin – he'd always thought any kind of attention was a threat (which, usually, it was) but he used to back away with his teeth bared, even from the people he knew, when he thought he was getting looked at more than he should be.
Eeeeeeee! (Let me translate that squeal - Marland interpreting that kind of look differently! Stumbling over what to call Shodin!)
He didn't want to have a conversation with Ronthar.
You shouuuld. Don't hide or put things off!
and stop making assumptions"How did you get your memories back?" he mumbled to the wall.
Oh, finally. XD
Ronthar moved his head, humming at the same time. "Yes. We never talked about it, but it's one of the abilities of a laknur."
Huh, interesting.
"It's…" A puff of air. "A laknur is a… being that creates a contract with a human and through that contract, the human is able to use their powers and abilities, if the laknur grants them access."
I am somehow reminded of Kuroshitsuji. Ooo, a contract. I wonder if he could be forced into a contract... I hope not!
"We don't exactly have a lot of space in the flat." He'd realised too late that he'd used 'we' out of habit, but he didn't let that stop him, only stumbling after the first word, and continued on.
Marland teasing! And using "we"! *flails*
Nillos then half-choked and laughed in one breath. "Sorry!" he said, waving his hands –palms vertical, fingers not spread- side to side. "I'm just not used to hearing something like that from you." It took him a while to get it out of his system and Marland used that time to eat.
Hehehehehe.
*imagines Kendal's grin*
Now I want to see how Marland was with everyone else before. XD; Like... a teasing attempt from Nillos that backfired? Or got no reaction? XD
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