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crescentview2022-12-10 01:58 am
for8000amonth) wrote in crescentview2022-12-10 01:58 am
| you put a fever inside me
▶ WHO: Adelis and you!
▶ WHAT: December open/Catch-all
▶ WHEN: Until January
▶ WHERE: All over
▶ WARNINGS: TBA
≫ The Hands-on Approach
[ he was hoping he'd be able to put off dealing with it for longer, but life is never kind, as he's come to learn the hard way. he's put a decent effort into the fields thus far, but as the days went on, it became harder to stand outside for long periods of time...especially under the blasted sun, which still made his eyes throb in pain. even it's warmth can't chase off the ice cold beneath his skin, which drains the color from adelis' features and leaving him pale as a ghost.
finally, he can't take it anymore. his pride be damned, he can't stand being nearly utterly useless. so he shoves that stupid card in his pocket, laces up his heels and attempts to make himself look presentable, and locks the door behind him on the way out.
maybe you're a neighbour, who's farm happens to be not too far. maybe you're passing by on errands, to and from town. or maybe you run into him in town itself, gaze latching onto the first tolerable(?) person to pass his vision. ]
...Pardon me.
[ he looks, well...not good. he's abnormally pale, circles dark under his eyes. while adelis holds himself up high, back straight and gaze sharp, there's an exhaustion clinging to his limbs that's easy to note. ]
I require your...assistance with something, if you've a moment to spare.
[ he's trying really hard to make it look like this isn't paining him to ask. ]
≫ Overdue
[ while not the sort you'd think to frequent the library, should you enter one day, you'll happen to see him with a rather tidy stack right next to him. the titles vary, all from various genres and tip sections, but judging by the scowl on his face, he's not having a particularly swell time.
there's an exasperated noise as he drops the one he was currently holding beside him, closed, with a soft thunk. ]
Useless. [ he isn't shouting it, but he isn't particularly keeping quiet, either, as he grumbles to himself. ] This would be far easier if I could parse half the bloody words they were using. 'Simple' my arse.
[ maybe he needs a dictionary. ]
≫ Wildcard
> want something in particular? want to fill out some bingo? shoot me a pm or dm and i'll write something asap.
▶ WHAT: December open/Catch-all
▶ WHEN: Until January
▶ WHERE: All over
▶ WARNINGS: TBA
≫ The Hands-on Approach
[ he was hoping he'd be able to put off dealing with it for longer, but life is never kind, as he's come to learn the hard way. he's put a decent effort into the fields thus far, but as the days went on, it became harder to stand outside for long periods of time...especially under the blasted sun, which still made his eyes throb in pain. even it's warmth can't chase off the ice cold beneath his skin, which drains the color from adelis' features and leaving him pale as a ghost.
finally, he can't take it anymore. his pride be damned, he can't stand being nearly utterly useless. so he shoves that stupid card in his pocket, laces up his heels and attempts to make himself look presentable, and locks the door behind him on the way out.
maybe you're a neighbour, who's farm happens to be not too far. maybe you're passing by on errands, to and from town. or maybe you run into him in town itself, gaze latching onto the first tolerable(?) person to pass his vision. ]
...Pardon me.
[ he looks, well...not good. he's abnormally pale, circles dark under his eyes. while adelis holds himself up high, back straight and gaze sharp, there's an exhaustion clinging to his limbs that's easy to note. ]
I require your...assistance with something, if you've a moment to spare.
[ he's trying really hard to make it look like this isn't paining him to ask. ]
≫ Overdue
[ while not the sort you'd think to frequent the library, should you enter one day, you'll happen to see him with a rather tidy stack right next to him. the titles vary, all from various genres and tip sections, but judging by the scowl on his face, he's not having a particularly swell time.
there's an exasperated noise as he drops the one he was currently holding beside him, closed, with a soft thunk. ]
Useless. [ he isn't shouting it, but he isn't particularly keeping quiet, either, as he grumbles to himself. ] This would be far easier if I could parse half the bloody words they were using. 'Simple' my arse.
[ maybe he needs a dictionary. ]
≫ Wildcard
> want something in particular? want to fill out some bingo? shoot me a pm or dm and i'll write something asap.
Hands-On
It's no trouble. What do you need? [A medic??]
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there's a pause as he seems to take a moment to brace himself. ]
...If possible, I need you to hold my hand for a while.
[ ugh. ]
I have an...affliction, of sorts, that can't be fixed without contact, and this is the most painless method. I'll return the favor however you'd prefer.
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You needn't worry about that. [He probably doesn't mean for six hours or something, right? This is too small to need anything in return.
Syrlya holds his hand in offering. It is gloved--he hasn't considered if it might need to be skin contact yet.] If it will help, here.
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Well. Thank you for your generosity.
[ whether or not that's genuine is another question, but he seems to be putting on enough of a believable face.
the hand, though, he gives his head a shake at as he lifts up his own to peel the black leather off his fingers. his skin is so pale, you can see the abnormally clear outline of blue veins juxtaposed against the flesh. ]
I'm afraid it has to be skin contact. Otherwise, it's worthless.
[ if he could light a certain benefactor on fire right now, he'd certainly be doing it. ]
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Oh! Of course. [He looks back down and tugs his glove off similarly. Over the pale grey-green skin is a splotchy teal pattern that goes from the tips of his fingers and up into his sleeve.
Once uncovered He holds his hand out in offering again, allowing Adelis to make the first move. His hand is slightly cool to the touch, completely absent of any internal heat, and the texture is smooth and slightly waxy. Rather like touching grass wrapped around a stem.]
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once it's offered, adelis reaches forward to grasp the other's hand firmly, but not tightly. his own hands are equally cool, if not more so, much akin to that of a cooled corpse rather than a living person. he clearly wasn't expecting the other's skin to...well, feel the way it does, evidence by the way he freezes for an abrupt second. the lack of warmth is concerning.
then he coughs, trying to hide the way his face twitches at the realization. ]
I...apologize. This may take longer than I originally thought.
[ not too much longer?? hopefully?? but man, he has the worst fucking luck. ]
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Um--no, it isn't any trouble. [He clears his throat.] I'm Syrlya, by the way.
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[ well, he's managing to at least look like he doesn't want to die right now. hells, this is awkward. scales balanced or not, if he ever sees that godforsaken seer again, he's putting a foot up his arse for his troubles.
he's never actually done this with someone who didn't have a heartbeat and a warm touch before, so he doesn't really know what to expect beyond praying that it won't be forever. the only thing worse than having to hold someone's hand is having to hold someone's hand in palatable, awkward silence, so after a few moments pass, he opts to open his mouth again. ]
Judging by your appearance, I take a lot of this is very new to you, as well.
[ the 'i don't know what the fuck a television is' club. ]
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The farming, you mean? [His attire is a bit fancy for a farm. Granted, it's also fancy for being a soldier.] It isn't in my experience, no. And the technology here is... odd. Have you seen all of the food packed in colorful bags and boxes?
[Modern food packaging is an enigma.]
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Not entirely, but I suppose that, as well. [ not that he has any farming experience himself- it's hard when the soil barely takes, so most don't try. ] Tending the soil is nigh impossible where I hail from, so I've never bothered.
[ technology...that's a phrase that makes his head hurt, and he gives his head a shake. ]
No. I fail to see how you can even call it food, but perhaps I'm simply not used to seeing so much of it in one place. Nor for so...little.
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[He cants his head.] Is food scarce where you are from?
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[ and his constitution is questionable now, so something he'd rather not risk. he'll stick to things he recognizes that aren't wrapped in a mile of dubious clear film.
he gives a derisive snort at that, although there's not a lot of hostility in it. ]
If the Weeping Pox or the Undead don't get you, then the starvation likely will. Nothing takes well to the soil. The fact it's so healthy here is jarring enough.
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Mm, I'm sorry to hear that. [Land that is so desolate is heartbreaking to witness.] May I ask what happened to it?
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I'm afraid agriculture isn't my strong point. That's simply how it's always been. [ there's a dismissive shrug. ] You could say anything struggles to grow under the dark of Ostoya's skies- the people included. Only the forests manage to thrive, and more often than not, most of what thrives in there you've no desire to meet.
[ now that a few minutes have passed, syrlya can notice a curiosity; despite a complete lack of heat between the two of them, adelis' hands now seem a bit warmer than they were, and the barest hint of color is returning to his face. ]
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I see. [It does cross his mind that perhaps, Trahearne could offer insight... but by the dismissiveness in his reaction, it may not be of much help if Adelis doesn't know what existing efforts have been.]
Everything here really must be quite a shock to you. How are you faring?
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really, how peaceful it is here is uncomfortably jarring. despite all his efforts, nothing really prepares you for...well, things being that different. his face twitches for a moment, before he gives a dismissive wave with his free hand. ]
Well enough, for somebody who nearly got blinded on the first day. [ he grimaces at the thought. ] Forget the nonsensical terms and objects, the sky has been giving me more grief than anything else.
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...The warmth is fine. [ he'll admit that. especially now that he can actually feel it in some way, heat returning to circulating through his body slowly but surely, but even without, it's...pleasant enough. ] As is the...color. I was not aware things could be so vibrant with the absence of the moon.
[ and you can see so far, when things aren't cloaked in the night and the shadows. it's...been an experience. ]
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Life is vibrant when it is allowed to thrive. [He'd give everything to assure that it could. He'd never want to see the Grove end up like Orr.] Though the most tenacious of it will find a way, even when it is not. Still, you should see the flowers when they bloom. They are many beautiful shades.
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'Tis quite a feat to see anything thrive, really. [ anything that isn't the rich and undead, that is. ] But you're not wrong, I suppose.
[ begrudgingly. ]
...Flowers are not oft something I tend to give attention to. [ he's being honest. ]. But I suppose I'm already here, so if they're going to be there regardless, I wouldn't be going out of my way. Better than staring at the broken streets and the shadows.
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Speaking of color, yours seems to be returning to you. [He gestures with his free hand.] Are you feeling better?
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So it is. [ he absentmindedly examines their hands, especially the lessening of the wax-white of his complexion. he looks far more alive, that's for sure. ] Somewhat. It won't last for too long, but I'm grateful for the respite.
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It will last me roughly half an hour, before I begin to lose it again. [ this is a souring fact, as his grip tightens unconsciously. ] However, I can tolerate it for a day or two...even though 'tis bloody exhausting.
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[It's worrying enough, but he's gauging just how much worry is necessary given how Adelis came to him.]
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