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Dragon: it looks at Alex, flaring out it’s wings and chittering at him
Alex: what did I do “..Hello?”
Dragon: circles around a few more times, then jumps off of Tseth’s hand and approaches Alex
Dragon: it looks at Alex, flaring out it’s wings and chittering at him
Alex: what did I do “..Hello?”
Dragon: circles around a few more times, then jumps off of Tseth’s hand and approaches Alex
Nathaniel: He takes a flower out of his hair, holding it close to his chest. "People love the smell of flowers. They're warm and inviting. I guess it's hard to imagine someone like me liking flowers. But essentially, flowers are a gardener's ordeal, not farmers." He looks away.
Naveil sits still a for bit, contemplating this new information. He suddenly trembles, like an awful chill went up his spine, and he shoves the buttercups back towards Nathaniel.
Dragon: it looks at Alex, flaring out it’s wings and chittering at him
Alex: what did I do “..Hello?”
Dragon: circles around a few more times, then jumps off of Tseth’s hand and approaches Alex
Alex: He doesn’t move, but he stares at the dragon as it approaches him before looking up at Tseth “Uh.. am I supposed to do something-?”
Tseth: I thought you grew up around animals, Alex “Just let it do it’s thing, I guess. You’re on your own, Carissima.”
Alex: He doesn’t move, but he stares at the dragon as it approaches him before looking up at Tseth “Uh.. am I supposed to do something-?”
Tseth: I thought you grew up around animals, Alex “Just let it do it’s thing, I guess. You’re on your own, Carissima.”
Resh: :/ face
Dragon: starts circling around Alex
Naveil sits still a for bit, contemplating this new information. He suddenly trembles, like an awful chill went up his spine, and he shoves the buttercups back towards Nathaniel.
Nathaniel: He looks over at Naviel, tilting his head. "Are you alright?" His slight smile immediately turns into a frown. "What was that for?" He glares at Naviel.
Resh: :/ face
Dragon: starts circling around Alex
Alex: Watches the dragon as it circles, but does nothing else.
Tseth: Watching Alex and the dragon with a small smile.
(haha GAY I’ll shut up now)
Alex: Watches the dragon as it circles, but does nothing else.
Tseth: Watching Alex and the dragon with a small smile.
(haha GAY I’ll shut up now)
(Waka waka y’all gAY-)
Juni: glares at Resh in ‘bitch don’t u say shit’
Resh: innocently what?
Dragon: suddenly pounces at Alex
(Waka waka y’all gAY-)
Juni: glares at Resh in ‘bitch don’t u say shit’
Resh: innocently what?
Dragon: suddenly pounces at Alex
(Dying-)
Alex: Slightly startled by this “What was that for-“ he tries to pry the dragon from where it latched onto his clothing.
Tseth: wheeze- “Alex- maybe you shouldn’t do that-“
Nathaniel: He looks over at Naviel, tilting his head. "Are you alright?" His slight smile immediately turns into a frown. "What was that for?" He glares at Naviel.
Naveil: shivering, stands up "Bad memory. Bad memory- I just had a… oohh, no, no, no… really awful, terrible…" Naveil starts walking in circles, muttering something to himself. He's hyperventilating for seemingly no reason. "I'm really sorry I just had a… whew just a… huff and a…"
(i am so sorry for taking like 8 years between replies my brain isn't working fast right now-)
(Dying-)
Alex: Slightly startled by this “What was that for-“ he tries to pry the dragon from where it latched onto his clothing.
Tseth: wheeze- “Alex- maybe you shouldn’t do that-“
Dragon: hisses at Alex and bites his hand
Naveil: shivering, stands up "Bad memory. Bad memory- I just had a… oohh, no, no, no… really awful, terrible…" Naveil starts walking in circles, muttering something to himself. He's hyperventilating for seemingly no reason. "I'm really sorry I just had a… whew just a… huff and a…"
Nathaniel: He sits there, his shoulders tensing. He watches Naviel, unsure of how to handle him. Nathaniel isn't use to comforting people. Not after — regardless, he didn't know what to do. "Will you be…" What is the word? "Fine?" It comes out wrong. He mutters the word in a tone of annoyance. Nathaniel places his hands over his face, unsure of what to do.
(Dying-)
Alex: Slightly startled by this “What was that for-“ he tries to pry the dragon from where it latched onto his clothing.
Tseth: wheeze- “Alex- maybe you shouldn’t do that-“
Dragon: hisses at Alex and bites his hand
Alex: “It’s a good thing your teeth are small-” He grabs the dragon with his other hand (with some protest from the dragon) and sets it down on the ground.
Tseth: “Heh, looks like Parvus doesn’t like you very much.”
Alex: “You named the little bastard?” you need to stop naming every small creature you come across
Alex: “It’s a good thing your teeth are small-” He grabs the dragon with his other hand (with some protest from the dragon) and sets it down on the ground.
Tseth: “Heh, looks like Parvus doesn’t like you very much.”
Alex: “You named the little bastard?” you need to stop naming every small creature you come across
(Last response before bed- also gonna start referring to it by the name Tseth gave it because yes)
Parvus: angry squeaks of protest
Juni: mumbles “I think it’s a cute name…”
(Gnnn good luck tmmr)
(Last response before bed- also gonna start referring to it by the name Tseth gave it because yes)
Parvus: angry squeaks of protest
Juni: mumbles “I think it’s a cute name…”
Tseth: “Why, thank you.”
Nathaniel: He sits there, his shoulders tensing. He watches Naviel, unsure of how to handle him. Nathaniel isn't use to comforting people. Not after — regardless, he didn't know what to do. "Will you be…" What is the word? "Fine?" It comes out wrong. He mutters the word in a tone of annoyance. Nathaniel places his hands over his face, unsure of what to do.
Naveil: sits himself down, breathing shakily [unsure] "Of course I'll be fine. It's not real. It's not real. It's over and done with, and I can't fix it or stop it or change it or help it or anything else. It is completely fine." He's still shivering like crazy, and his eyes are closed tight.
Nathaniel: He bites his tongue. There is one thing his sister did when he was upset. Nathaniel reaches out and places a hand on Naveil's shoulder. "Then it's not real. He really didn't do this comforting thing. He would rather set a trashcan on fire. But this kid reminds Nathaniel of his younger self. A sudden protectiveness grew within Nathaniel.
Naveil shivers less, but he becomes more… rigid. He can barely turn his head to acknowledge Nathaniel's hand. "See? It's not real. Be… because it's in the past. So you can stop panicking! Remember something good already!"
After a minute or so, the shaking subsides for the most part, but Naveil just… sits there, unreactive.
(And suddenly Naveil has earned the demon lord's grace)
Nathaniel: He watches Naveil's progression. He pulls his hand away, then looks down at him. What is wrong with him. He's not supposed to protect another being. But yet, he wants to. "Forcing yourself to remember something good never works. Trust me, I know. Live in the moment, for the past it unsavory." And yet Nathaniel always lives in the past.
Naveil: slowly regaining control, first his fingers, then his hands, neck, and the rest of his body soon after "Uh… thank you. Again." He looks away, embarrassed. "My family… the shaking sickness is in their blood, and it's in mine as well. It comes to me when I remember…" He pauses, and shakes his head. "…it."
Nathaniel: He stares at Naviel. The shaking sickness? Curious. “The shaking sickness? What is that?” He places a buttercup in Naveil’s hair.
(Kinda like how back in Rome they called seizures the falling sickness because they had no hecking idea what else to call it. Naveil is describing panic attacks.)
Nathaniel: He stares at Naviel. The shaking sickness? Curious. “The shaking sickness? What is that?” He places a buttercup in Naveil’s hair.
Naveil: stretches, making sure he's fully in control again "Well, it's awful. Once those with the shaking sickness are reminded of something… emotional… they start to shiver… like I just did. It was mostly our warriors who caught it from battle, but I think mine comes from my mother."
Nathaniel: He sits quietly, watching the small one curiously. “You’re describing panic attacks, kid. It helps when someone comforts you.” He bites his tongue. Nathaniel wasn’t the type to comfort another. “However, may or may not find that comfort from me.”
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