#now we just need Fannar home

[izayoichan]

Lucas: Ehm… River: What?

He was handed Lucas’s phone, and as he read the mail, he lifted an eyebrow and looked over at Lucas who just stared back at him. 

River: Well… Will you look at that? Seems like Mel’s record company has an interest in you. Lucas: You knew he was in music? River: Me? Nooo… -he gave a sheepish sip off his drink, grinning-  Maybe. I may have been hoping this moment would happen? Maybe? Perhaps? Who knows. Lucas: But it’s known for taking on new talent, not old talent like me. River: Perhaps your performance at the restaurant made this happen. Lucas: Maybe.. He wants a meeting with me and my manager… River: Time to call Thomas then? Lucas: I guess so, will you come too? River: Of course, if you want me too. Lucas. I would like that. River: You call Thomas and talk with him, I’ll go back to work for now. Lucas: But shouldn’t I work too? River: I think this might be important, so as your boss, you have the afternoon off.

Lucas just chuckled, giving River a quick kiss, before walking out in the backyard off the shelter where they had a place he could sit. Some rather long talks afterwards, he had set up to meet with Thomas later, and they could set up a contract between them, so that he had a manager he could both talk to and someone he trusted. Then he would set up a meeting with Mel and his record company. 

River: Holding in there Sunlight? Lucas: It’s suddenly all happening so fast, it went from zero to one hundred in a day. - he chuckles a little nervously.-  River: You can always stop and say you need a little time. It's all you now, Sunlight, you're the boss here. Lucas: I know.. I think I want to get started on it, but if I put it off, I will second guess so much. Better to just jump into it? River: Sometimes yes. -he led Lucas to the car, they would drive to Thomas’s house and get the contract ready. - Let's get this show on the road.

Just a month later, Lucas was signed to Mel’s record company. Unlike the last contract, this was one he, Thomas and River had all read through, and added some things too, before it was accepted. It became big news in the media world, Lucas signing a contract again, for a solo career and perhaps most, that it was for a “small time” record company was something that blew up. It was one of the things Lucas and Mel had talked about as well, that some would see this as Mel trying to leech off Lucas’s fame, so Lucas was very clear in his message that this was his choice. He also commented that the bigger companies he had been in contact with only wanted him for bands which he had turned down several times. So after a bit of controversy and speculations it died down, and the new questions turned more to music once more. Working closely with Thomas and Mel, he took songs he had made while outside of it all, and started working on a first new album with that.

River: Happy?

Lucas: Yeah, I am, this is so different to what it once was.. Everything is different, but in a good way.

River: Good.

He wrapped his arms around Lucas, watching the first draft of the cover of the new album over his shoulder, smiling as things just felt right.

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#the ward legacy #writblr #simblr #simblrstories #ts4 story #ts4 alpha #ts4 #co created with mahvaladara #River Ward #Lucas Sunstar #this time around #the contract is one that is safe #for him #and for Mel #and its his music #no one controls him #he works with Mel now #not for #which is the big difference #now we just need Fannar home #to make this family whole #and John I guess

[mahvaladara]

Emil nodded and bowed their head respectfully.

Flynn: I asked him to come home, and he said yes, so I guess now we know we will still be welcome for family dinners. 

He smiled at his uncle, although now curious to learn more about how their laws worked. He had been surprised when Vy had asked his questions, but mostly the fact that he called it the duty of truth. It was something he would have to ask Emil about later. At least it seemed Vy had accepted him. 

Fannar: I'll just go out and check on Arlo and grampa. -they smiled, putting away their empty plate, walking outside.-

Chris: I'll leave you to it, I can help innside.

Fannar just smiled, their grandfather was always the type to understand, so not really saying anthing he took his place, just sitting there watching the now starry sky close to Arlo. Flynn looked over at Syra for a bit, wondering how she was doing. It was her big brother after all. 

Flynn: Does this place have some extra beds, or do we need to find some sleeping options?

Syra: No. But I'm sure one of you can squeeze into the chicken coop. 

Vy looked around the room and sighed.

Vy: If you get us some blankets we can make arrangements.

Syra: I'll go get some.

She nodded and walked out, before she left to go gather the blankets she gave her brother a big hug and walked out.

Arlo just kept there, watching her leave.

Arlo: If this fails... don't let her see.

Fannar: I won't I promise.

#ts4 story #the sims 4 story #the imortal #gen 1 #fannar #arlo #syra

[islandiis]

Hi I'm on the bus up from Dublin but I'm listening to Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face and just thinking about Fannar in the first few days of his independence feeling both liberated and excited but also lonely and terrified and him just. Learning to exist again...... A new life... Stepping off the plane in Keflavík and then getting 'home' to a cold, empty apartment he has to make his own. Lying awake at night thinking about Elias ( @xbasilrp 🌞 ) and the home he left behind, but also... How free he feels... Or how free he thinks he SHOULD feel, for his people, but it's just. Marred by loss and loneliness... Even though he is excited he's super conflicted, too.

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun, and the days blur into one. On the backs of my eyes, all the things I've never done. Sheets are swaying from an old clothes line, like a row of captured ghosts. Old dead grass, it was never much, but we made the most. Welcome home.

Him lying in bed on those first few nights feeling cold and alone, thinking about what he left behind in Denmark and how he has to now build his life anew 🌞 "welcome home" but it doesn't feel like home...

Ships are launching from my chest, some have names, but most do not. If you find one, please, let me know what piece I've lost. Peel the scars from off my back, I don't need them anymore. You can throw them out, keep them in your mason jars. I've come home.

Settling into his new independence... He's come home, but he doesn't feel welcome. I love the imagery in this one bc, omg. Ships - Denmark having such a huge naval force - Fannar's chest being the center of a lot of his problems... The scars ON HIS BACK... chefs kiss

All my nightmares escaped my head. Bar the door, please, don't let them in. You were never supposed to leave, now my head is splitting at the seams.

🌞🌞🌞 I'm suffering

#out of character. #to be deleted. #my best friend also pointed out to me that last line could be either Den @ Ice OR Ice @ Nor 🌞 #pain.

[the-finch-address]

Tag: Word Find

Tagged by @sharraus! Thank you!!

tHO isn’t at the stage where I can find half of these words in a comprehensible state since most of it is Draft 1 gibberish. So instead I’m using the opportunity to write something new for each prompt; some being canon from the book and others just standing as an excuse to write the characters interacting. Bc of this the length got a bit......Out Of Hand. Sorry about that. Putting it all under the read more so I don’t bombard anyone’s dashboard

> Prompt: Work [Note; This occurs years before the plot begins]

Vestiel ran his fingers through the grass and picked at early yellow blooms. The harsh clang of metal against wood echoed around him, the sounds of the forest easily lost behind it.

“Can we go home soon?” he whined, “I’m so hungry I could eat a bear.” His bottom lip is brought between his teeth, and he waits. Clang. Clang. Clang. “Please?”

The axe stills. Andi turns, wiping the sweat from his brow while fitting Vestiel with a look. Magpies trill in the wake of his silence, the flutter of fallen leaves following the breeze. Andi straightens his back. “Silas won’t have finished dinner yet, lad, the sun’s still well up the sky.” He answers, looking annoyed, “We’ve plenty of light to finish this up first. Fill the baskets if you’re so restless.”

He reaches for the axe again. The disappointment must have shown on Vestiel’s face, though, since the tool remains lodged, and Andi continues to look distracted. He knew the boy was too young to understand how important this work was, how it kept them warm and fed. He couldn’t blame a child for prioritizing an empty stomach over harsh and thankless labor. Still, that morning’s storm had downed too many trees to not take advantage of. It had to be done.

“Tell you what,” Andi resigns himself, a weary smile lifting his eyes, “I’ll let you do a few strokes, but Vestiel-”

The boy is already up and on his feet, dandelions forgotten in the sunken spots of grass where his legs had crossed, “You mean it?” He brightens, “I can do it all by myself?”

“Listen to me,” Andi lifts a hand, demanding attention, while the other remains on the hilt, “you’ll start with the axe wedged in and bring them down together-” he offers a stern look, “--and I don’t want to hear any complaints. This is your first time, I don’t want you lopping off a toe or, North forbid, a whole foot. You need a feel for the tool before you do anything else.”

Vestiel acknowledges this with a hasty nod, the muttered agreement of “Yeah, yeah, sure” crossing his lips, hand already reaching for the axe.

Andi comes between him with a harsher expression than before, eyebrows raised expectantly. Vestiel lets out a sigh.

“The axe will start in the wood. Got it.” The impatience hasn’t fully left his tone, but it’s an improvement, and Andi appears content by it.

The wood is already a narrowed size when the axe is driven through its flesh. The blade settles halfway down the block and wedges itself firmly along the grain with little resistance, just on the edge of splitting. He brings it to Vestiel, who takes the closer end of the block with his left hand and the hilt with his right.

“Now, you’ll want to bring it down towards the back of the splitting block,” Andi starts, “Make sure you do so with both hands together, or you’ll only-”

Clang. Vestiel opens his eyes, already knowing that Andi is going to ring his neck for having closed them in the first place. All is forgotten at the sight of the severed wood, though, and he can’t help but be excited with the results. It isn’t perfect by any means, but it’s his, and he’s no less proud of it despite his brother's hand-holding. He looks to Andi in hopes of praise.

“Mother’s grief, Vestiel, have some patience!” Is the chastised response he receives instead. “You couldn’t have at least waited for me to finish?”

Vestiel makes a sour face. “I did it fine, didn’t I?” He retorts, “Isn’t that good enough?”

Andi raises a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, a long and tired breath escaping him. After a minute of patience himself he’s able to give Vestiel the reaction he was looking for. A smile, small but proud. “It’s not bad for your first time,” he says, “but you’re going to need more practice, and patience, than that if you want to hack apart whole trees in a few years.”

He extends a hand to bring Vestiel near, pulling him snug against his side. “You did well.” Andi continues, “but, lad,” his voice lowers to a stern whisper, and

Vestiel pales, “If I ever see your eyes closed with an axe in hand again, you’ll sweep the whole corridor. Twice.”

He swallows harshly and answers only with a nod. The pride blooming in his chest doesn't falter.

> Prompt: Weather

The evening sky flashes white, casting shadows across paintings framed in gold and goblets of silver. Across the room, Caprice of the North hunches over a desk painted in candlelight. He draws a finger across the map in study of its various routes and borders, frowning. Behind him, thunder crashes down. He flinches. Pitiful.

Shaking away the thought, the young deliverer refocuses. His back arches further towards the desk until braided locks of gold spill over onto the wood. Especially now, as he squints in the darkness of his shadow, does he wish this dreaded storm had chosen another night. It brought a miserable chill to his bones despite the grizzly pelt draping heavily over his shoulders and brought an ache to his bones.

Lightning comes again, its brilliant light cutting into the room with the swiftness of a sword’s blow. Capri anticipates it this time. When thunder claps against his window he’s decisively ready for it, his knuckles gone white against clenching fists. He can’t stop their trembling no matter how tightly he’s squeezing.

A knock at the door sends him out of his skin.

Like a sharp wound, the anticipation drives him into a panic. Young flesh grasps aimlessly for a new frame to stretch into, finding nothing but mortal bones. By the time the door swings open he is straightened, remembering a human form, begging the drum within his heart to settle.

Silence greets him. A form approaches from the doorway and draws towards the light, illuminating their features quick enough that Caprice’s hand stills where it rested on the hilt of his sword.

“Dove?” He relaxes and lets himself breathe, forcing air into his lungs with more effort than is needed. “I thought you were with Eivind."

“He was needed elsewhere,” Dove signs. His hands portrayed a sense of disappointment where one couldn’t be seen in his expression, brown eyes seeming indifferent.

Caprice looks away shamefully, “You didn’t have to come,” he says.

“I wanted to.”

His gaze again lifts to meet the other with only a grunt, reluctant to answer in words for fear that his voice might betray him.

Light consumes the room with blinding force and concurrently Caprice’s hand reaches blindly for the edge of the desk to ground himself. It’s silly, he thinks, ruined pride staining his cheeks red. Internally he’s counting the seconds as they go by, steeling himself.

Dove reaches for him--

Capri recoils just as thunder cracks and booms overhead. The approach was too quick, well-meaning as it may have been. Dove understands the reaction. He reads Caprice as well as the noble reads his sign.

The thrashing of rain fills the aching silence and neither of them dares interrupt it. Seconds pass by without distraction until Dove again extends his hand forward. He moves slower than he has to under the young emperor’s weary gaze as though addressing a wounded animal.

When Caprice notices it’s not without backlash. His eyes turn hard, looking fussed. His nails dig into the wood beneath them until angry lines form on the underside of the desk and pain shoots up his fingers.

Dove’s palm settles over his hand, squeezing.

He flinches but can’t bring himself to shake the man away. The silence between them stretches on unbearably after, broken only by the rain. He releases the desk and turns his palm face up, intertwining their fingers wearily. “Thank you.” He whispers.

When the thunder comes this time, he doesn’t flinch.

Prompt: Help

Vestiel’s heartbeat thuds like thunder roaring inside his ears. He stares with too much intent at the earth beneath his worn shoes, doing his best to concentrate on the hole boring over the space near his toes.

Much to his dismay, Fannar-Haise appears to notice.

She carries herself past the snow huts and politely cuts through the crowd, stepping lightly around the fire and between celebrants, their songs alight with a different kind of flame.

Vestiel can’t hear them past his own thoughts. Get out, get out, get out. He forces some semblance of greeting out as she approaches but can’t manage to look her in the eyes. It’s hard most days, but especially now.

“Enjoying the party?” She asks, making no mention of the answer being pretty obvious. The smile on her lips is pitying, judgemental at worst, he just knows it. He can’t bear to lift his chin and see. If Andi were here he could explain himself easily but, as it was, he was going into this situation alone. Completely, utterly alone.

“Yeah,” he lies, “just tired from all the traveling.”

It’s a witless excuse and she knows it. Instead of pointing it out, though, she only offers a shake of her head. There’s a lot to say about communication and Fannar-Haise considers herself an expert on the subject. She watches him fumble about; the trouble in getting his tongue to do its job sticking out to her as sorely as the restless, rhythmic tap of his hand against his hip and the blatant avoidance of eye contact. It answered her question more than his words could, and that was okay.

“You’re overwhelmed,” she nods to herself this time, having seemingly come to a conclusion all on her own, “Let me help. You don’t have to answer with words, a nod will do just fine. Can you walk?”

Vestiel squints at the sole of his shoes, looking confused, then apprehensive, “I’m-”

Silence. No matter how hard he pries, not a single word comes loose from his tongue. The thoughts are there and plentiful, excuses and apologies, maybe something more, fastened tightly like honey coating his throat and hidden away between his ribcage, leaving him breathless and useless.

His chin tilts upward, lips parting, but he can’t manage it. Instead, he allows himself the nod she had been looking for.

“Good. That’s good. We’re going to go somewhere quiet and after that you can tell me what you want to do. Can I touch your hand?”

She patiently waits for the resulting, albeit cautious nod, and takes his hand within her own.

She guides him past the bustling scene like this. As they reach a distance where the noise has muffled he finds it in himself to speak again. It’s slow, at first, allowing his mind time to find the right words. “How did you know?”

Calmly she turns her gaze from the sky, not looking directly at him but rather just past where he stands. There isn’t a soul there when Vestiel follows her gaze over his shoulder, but he’d only half expected one. Andi had learned with time not to stare too long; something told him Haise was just as quick of a learner.

“Call it a hunch,” she hums, “I’ve experienced my fair share of things, Vestiel. This isn’t new or strange, it’s just you.” She pauses to face him, eyes still averted. He returns the favor and looks at her nose like it’s his only salvation, seconded only by the sight of his snow hut in the distance and the soft murmur becoming of the crowd ever fading behind them.

“Besides,” she continues, “these celebrations aren’t a requirement by any standard. They’re here to bring happiness. If something causes you to be unhappy you have no obligation to stay. If you need to step away, I will understand. We will always understand.”

Vestiel doesn’t know what to say when they reach the entrance. Despite her words, he can’t help but feel a wave of guilt wash over him for having both left the celebration early-- a celebration of his arrival, no less--and now, leaving their leader at the door.

She picks up on this, too.

“I’m going to head back to the others for a while longer. You can join us if you’re feeling up to it, or you can stay here and get some rest. Don’t overthink it, okay?”

Her warmth is everything to him, more grounding than a hole in his shoe could ever be. He wants her to know, wants to find the right words to explain how much her actions mean to him, but there isn’t an easy way to go about it without making a greater fool of himself. He answers with a weak smile and a simple, “Okay”, the best he can offer in way of thanks.

She matches his smile and bids him goodnight.

Prompt: Hope

The scent of leather tanning above flame clings to his nostrils. It fills him with a sense of despair unlike any other, weighing different from the miserable few weeks he’d spent mourning Andi, even. Putrid, a nauseating sort of agony like snakes writhing and tearing at his stomach. Burning. Burning. Burning.

The forest was ablaze. That was all he could possibly know, here in the dark. Shadows drove past him in a stampede of bodies carving through the night, survived only by a name and footprints worn into the poaching grounds.

He scares awake. Stars wink faintly above him, hidden behind the morning sun.

“Bad dream?”

Tupelo’s voice startles him a second time from where he lay, their trek up the hill all but forgotten until that point.

Vestiel slowly drags himself into a sitting position with a grunt of effort. Sweat collects at his jaw, cold against his cheeks. He licks his lips and tastes salt.

“A fire, just to the north of here-- tonight maybe--the forest, the people-”

Tupelo tends to the campfire, looking drained. It was suddenly apparent neither of them had slept well. “The forest?” they ask with a shake of their head, “Not to the north, yet.”

“Yet?”

Vestiel draws his shirt away and uses the

bottom corner to dry his face. Goosebumps still clinging to his arms, the memory remaining like a fresh wound.

“You don’t have to believe me,” he says, “I can’t explain it to you and if I do, you’ll just think I’ve gone strange. I’m only asking that you take me north of here.”

He reaches for the map tucked inside his rucksack, spilling a few more items in the process, “It shouldn’t be too far off from where we’re going already. I’ll show you.”

Tupelo is quick to rest their hand against his wrist with a sympathetic, albeit calm look on their face. “We’ll go.” They assure him, pointing to the north. “If it’s important.”

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It quickly becomes evident that Tupelo is just as ill-equipped for this kind of travel as Vestiel. For as nimble as they are the hill obviously called for a different kind of strength. The original path would have taken them up and around, but this new direction was a straight shot to the north, uphill for the better half of it.

Tupelo watches Vestiel out of the corner of their eye, checking up on him every now and then as though waiting for Vestiel to change his mind, or hoping he’ll get around to it if they climb for long enough.

However, Vestiel remains steadfast in the endeavor, eyes locked on the horizon. He’s certain of what he saw, having learned to trust the dreams long ago, and he had no plans to stop now. The smell of burning flesh still lingered undeniably.

“We’re almost there.” Tupelo breaks the silence.

“Finally,” he gasps, “I don’t think my legs can go on for much longer.”

He can feel it already. The weight of the earth shifting beneath his feet, a familiar pressure that seeps into his bones, pungent smoldering inside his nostrils once more. “It’s right over here,” he drags himself the last few feet to the summit, “It’s-”

Dead. Every tree, every blade of grass, the entire opposite face of the hill lie dusty and black, an empty expanse of burnt trunks where the forest should have been.

Tupelo comes up beside him.

“What happened here?” Vestiel gasps in disbelief, “I was sure-- my dreams have never lied, not once before. Were we too late?”

“Your soul tells stories, not prophecies.” Tupelo answers, “Father told me you can hear them.”

“Them?”

“The spirits,” they gesture to the barren woods, “they speak because they know you will listen. Come.”

Vestiel follows their lead. Dry grass crunches underfoot as they descend the hill. Patches of green pop up here and there, but aren't constant and don’t compare to the full weight of the forest that should have been in its stead. It’s a sight he feels the need to grieve over as though his own soul were tied to the scorched land. The thought scares him.

Tupelo steps ahead and crouches to their knees, hands smoothing over a ring of stones that would have gone unseen had they not brought attention to it. Wordlessly, they pull the canteen from its strap and let the remainder of its water drip out.

Vestiel inches closer now. He kneels beside the other, “What is it?”

Tupelo sits back on their heels, palms opening to show a young sapling, green and healthy, standing tall, small as it may be. It rests in a forgotten graveyard.

“A tree?” Vestiel reaches for it and thumbs carefully along the juvenile bark. “What is one tree to an empty field?”

Tupelo cradles the sapling fondly. “Hope.”

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I'm tagging @faenova @squid-scribe @zmlorenz @ashen-crest @henrike-does-writing-sometimes and @sharraus (can I tag the tagger? I'm doing it anyway)

Your words are Drenched, Gather, Cradle, and Howl

#finch writes #tHO #vestiel #andi #capri #tupelo #haise #dove #tag game

[maydaymadier]

OKAY SO TONIGHT’S COOL PATROL SESSION WAS A FUCKING BANGER SO HERE WE GO

So we’re going over what we’ve learned from our research in the big old library/temple of thoth

Isorropia (ranger) spots the two dragon monks we’ve encountered before through an illusion

The green dragon monk we’ve killed twice now (he’s a lich).  the first time Sun Wukong punched him to dust through the ethereal plane while we were saving Fannar’s (warlock) home kingdom.  the second time was in a feywilds-y real life game of clue murder mystery dream sequence

The red dragon monk we’ve encountered once before in the vaults of the greed district in Vanity City, where he’d tricked the mythril dragon Lythrim into setting up shop. (Fannar slept with Lythrim and she gave him a dragonmark, mark of shadows specifically)  During said encounter he nearly one-hit-killed Norman (bard)

We’ve been casually trailing the dragon monks for a while now

By collaborating with the various temples, and especially getting in contact with O’s (sorcerer) family in the Temple of Bahamut we’ve figured out that they’re stealing items from temples around the world, probably to summon/revive Tiamat

So we run into them BOTH in the library

Green: What are they doing here?/Fannar: WE LIKE TO CAUSE PROBLEMS!!!

We start fighting them in what’s basically the library’s lobby

Isorropia attempts to blind Green, turns out he’s immune

Fannar uses a spell to thoroughly fry Red’s brain

Green and Red try to dimension door out, Fannar counterspells it to keep them from escaping

Green and Red make it outside

So do Thrain (druid), Norman, and O

O casts reverse gravity to trap them

Green casts banishment on the three of them

The library is its own sort of pocket dimension and Green gets in and breaks the doors once O gets banished and the spell drops

Breaking the doors causes an explosion of wild magic in the city outside

Isorropia and Fannar are stuck in the library

Thrain, Norman, and O are stuck outside/in another dimension for the time being

Red uses a horn with an Orb of Dragonkind on/in it to summon five chromatic dragons down on the city

Green summons a shit ton of skeletons inside the library with us

Thrain manages to use calm emotions to end the orb’s effects on one of the dragons

There’s some good lightning bolt and fireball action from Fannar and some sweet bow moves from Isorropia inside against the skeletons, trying to work our way to Green

Green attacks Fannar with a quivering palm strike and immediately drops Fannar down to 0hp

Outside O and Thrain both end up going down, O takes damage while down and automatically fails two of his death saves

Inside Isorropia gets Fannar back up

Green sees that Fannar is back up and goes  "...I don't like you...", Fannar shoots back with  "YEAH?  WELL I DON'T FUCKING LIKE YOU EITHER!", to which Green goes  "You won't like anyone real soon"

Fannar then proceeds to roll a nat 1 on his intelligence saving throw and is feebleminded, as well as the spell’s damage knocking him back unconscious 

Outside Red sees that he isn’t going to be able to get the dragon currently with him to do what he wants so he pulls out a crystal shard and breaks it in his hand, teleporting away to an unknown location to get out of the fight with, at this point, just Norman

Isorropia gets Fannar back up again, there are still a few skeletons left and something’s clearly wrong with Fannar.  Isorropia also kills Green, he turns to ash.

Fannar gets a critical hit and max damage bonking one of the skeletons on the head with the staff of the magi instead of actually using it to cast anything since he can’t right now.  Helps Isorropia best he can with the one remaining skeleton

Isorropia checks Green’s ashes, finds a few things, a strange arcane focus, a note

Outside Norman is desperately trying to stabilize O and Thrain instead of risking setting off a wild magic effect

Inside Isorropia is guiding Fannar along by the hand trying to find help, the high librarian can identify it as a powerful enchantment but doesn’t have the proper spells prepared to help him.  While being dragged along Fannar tries to have a thought but stringing words together is too hard and it gives him a headache and he starts crying

The high priest is currently away on a mission so the high librarian plane shifts the three of us outside upon learning the doors are broken

Norman manages to stabilize Thrain and O, with his deva wings still activated he activates his fiery eyes cantrip and demands the gathering crowd go find a doctor

Norman and the dragon have a brief exchange, they seem to be allies now

An apothecary comes with potions and helps get Thrain and O back up.

O finishes his teleportation circle to get in the library right as the three of us appear outside.

Isorropia immediately takes Fannar to Thrain and O and demands that one of them fix him

O casts greater restoration on him before Thrain can finish getting the components out

Fannar suddenly is able to process everything again and it’s too much so he sinks to his knees and hugs Thrain since he’s closest.

Somewhere in all this the dragon leaves

According to the note Isorropia found (handed it over to Norman so he could read the draconic), the dragon monks are in league with someone named Endymion

We agree with the high librarian that we need to regroup and try to get some more answers by using a teleportation circle to go back to the Temple of Bahamut once the wild magic outside clears up

#my post #tal plays dnd #the cool patrol #fannar

[izayoichan]

Vy: He despised himself. He wanted to die... River: He couldn't live with the guilt, and now he's going to spend the rest of his existence staring at someone who loves him so unconditionally, feeling the unbearable weight of the guilt he feels for all the pain he caused him. They're both broken, Vy. Fannar flinches when someone touches him. Fannar is terrified of being 'alone'. Help them heal together... Or keep being a stubborn lizard. Your call. 

River shrugged his shoulders leaving the two of them to talk. He hoped this would open Vy’s eyes to the fact that as much as things weren’t perfect, Fannar needed their mom.

Hayden: Maybe it’s time we just go? See how our little star is doing? Vy: He told me to go home… Hayden: Telling someone to go home does not mean you stay away forever. You went home, now perhaps it’s time to visit? Our son needs us, both of us.

Vy sighed and let himself be pulled into Hay-Hay's arms. He missed his little star, he worried about them every day, perhaps they were right, it was time to come back and visit, and talk.

Hayden: We can’t change the past, but perhaps we can help make the future for both of them, just a little easier. Like you did for me? Vy: It…-they were about to say different things, but they stopped. It was different, they all knew this, and they would have to choose between anger and resentment, and the love of their son. - If they will allow me in, I will try. I miss my little star, and I worry about them.

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[mahvaladara]

Syra: Well. I need to go home now and help Dim and dad. But... how about I come over tomorrow for a bit and bring food for your chickens? My idiot brother made sure to give you chickens but forgot the food! -She giggled- If he’s hoping they lay eggs, corn won’t be enough! We can feed them together.

He smiled as she finished braiding his hair, it was slightly like talking to his own little sister and he had to admit he enjoyed her company. It was a nice change from the grumpy one who would rather he go away apparently. 

Fannar: I'd like that, if it's up to me, and I guess it kinda is, you can come by whenever you want too. -he chuckled- and no, I do not think he brought food for the rabbit or the chickens, so I think we might need some for both. 

He sat and turned his head to watch her. 

Fannar: Thanks for visiting and the company, and I look forwards to your visit tomorrow.

Syra smiled and gave Fannar a tight hug. She could clearly see why her brother was in love with this beautiful person in front of them. There was a gentle calm to Fannar. No judgment, just an acceptance, an unconditional acceptance and empathy. They were the calm understanding that Arlo needed, no strings attached, no deals or promises, no requests.

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[mahvaladara]

Syra: But...? Why are you out here? Do they need anything? Maybe I can help.

Chris: Oh were out here because Flynn lost his dragon. -he chuckled and winked at Flynn.-

Flynn: I did not loose a dragon... or well... -he shook his head.- A friend of mine crossed over just a while after Fannar was sent home.. I wanted to see if I could find him while we were here. I want to see if they are okay and ask them some questions. -there was a sadness in his smile now.- I'm just worried the ones that hunted them here found him, and that I will never see them again.

Syra: A... dragon?... Emil?

She tilted her head wondering if that was who they were looking for. She remembered Emil when they spoke about 'hunting'. She had found Emil almost a year ago now. Where they seeking them? Was that why they were out here, looking for that pretty purple dragon who was always sad except when there were books.

Flynn: Yes.. Emil, you know them? Why didn’t you tell us?

Syra: I thought you were here for Arlo… -she shrugged.- Dragons aren't exactly something you run into in your day to day life. Most people don't know they are even real.

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[mahvaladara]

He smiled at Syra, their eyes quickly scanning for the chickens and the roosters, also suddenly noticing the flowers were now in small pens-like structures. 

Fannar: Did you make those mom? -they point at the small fences- Also, Syra can you do me a favor, and get the chicken feed, see if we can at least lure them back home?

They had no intention of going in and interrupting Arlo and his father. They figured they needed the talk, and it meant they could deal with things out here instead. Like runaway chickens, and the sudden appearance of little greenhouses.

Syra nodded and ran off to spread feed and find the chickens. Vy looked at Fannar and nodded.

Vy: Those flowers are considered an invasive species. They're not natural born, and spread like wildflowers -he explained and looked up at the room.- I am actually surprised he allowed them, and I am sorry. I just worry. You have already been hurt so much by this family I just... I don't want them to hurt you…

Fannar: I know mom, but neither Mal nor Arlo want to hurt me. - they hug their mom carefully.- Thank you for always looking out for me though, and for standing by me, even for this.

Releasing their mom from the light hug, their eyes looked for Syra and the chickens, they would need to fix the pen for them.. unless of course they would stay around after being lured back. Their eyes went to the house, wondering what Arlo and his dad were talking about. Then they looked back at their mom

Fannar: Shall we make a small place for the chickens to stay.. while we wait?

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[mahvaladara]

She walked to Fannar, carrying water as she started cleaning their wounds.

Anika: I'm sorry, dragon.

They opened their eyes, watching Anika. Maybe it would have been better if they died, foiled all their plans. But.. then they would just go after their family, which they really didn't want. For them it would be better this way then, of course the best way would be to stay alive, but right now, they had no big hopes about that. Why would they, they were stuck here, under the power of two dragons, one they knew hated them, the other one they weren't so sure about.

Fannar: Are you? You are literally saying it's okay to kill me so you can have my other heart. That doesn't translate to being sorry much to me.

Anika: I am fine with keeping Apollo's heart, but he's too pigheaded to understand I don't want to part with it. -She shrugged- If that plant can indeed cure the Rot. We won't be needing any more dragon hearts. Only if we lose the plant.

She started stitching his chest.

Anika: It would do you good to rest for today.

Fannar: Maybe you should sit him down and tell him that, make him understand? -they just watched as Anika worked - Rest.. sure.. 

They were sad, tired, and in pain, and they didn't really manage to hide that any other way than being short, somewhat rude and to the point. 

Fannar: Tell him you feel that way, maybe it will somehow get into his brain eventually.

Anika: Apollo only listens to himself -she scoffed-

Fannar: Must get very dull in his world then… 

To their surprise Anika giggled at their answer and she gave them an apologetic look.

Anika stared at the dragon and smiled. She walked out of the cell and returned eventually with a blanket, handing it to Fannar so he could cover himself.

Anika: You may not know. But I have struggled all my life with this. Both hating and not hating your kind. All my life, especially after my mother's death, I thought I'd have to hunt and destroy every dragon I crossed, that the only way to rid myself of the rot, was to rid myself of the creatures that caused it. But now? That small white flower... It's an answer. I don't need to kill your kind any longer.

She smiled and winked at him, hopeful.

Anika: Maybe we won't have to kill you. We just need to make sure your family won't seek us out for revenge.

With that, she walked out, locking the cell behind her.

Fannar just watched her, they knew at least two in their family that would struggle to not want revenge. His grandfather and Flynn.. they could not see their mom going after them in revenge, they saw them as just being happy with them coming home. Their other grandparents would probably like it too, but they knew better.. their dad, oh he would wish he could, but he also knew it wasn't that way.. his uncle maybe..

They shook their head, wrapping the blanket around them. They were tired, they would like to rest, but it wasn't that easy on the uncomfortable floor. They sighed, closing their eyes, perhaps they would at least be left alone if they pretended to be asleep. Perhaps unsurprisingly they did fall asleep a little while later, their body needing the rest.

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[mahvaladara]

Arlo: Hey... You're still in college, right? Or at least were. Well fuck me, I have just made a dent in your education!

He laughs nervously. That worried him. He was ruining Fannar's life in so many ways. How was he to make up for this?

Arlo: You were studying Bio, right? Medicine specialization, right? 

They sit down in the rocking chair they noticed earlier, letting their body rest, putting the book they had brought with them on their lap for now. 

Fannar: Yeah.. last year before we go into at work training, so to say. -they sighed, they would have to catch up on that.. if they actually managed to get back home.- And I yes, biology, specialty in medicine. 

They looked at Arlo wondering a little why they asked this now, closing their eyes for a bit, just to relax a little extra, enjoying the feeling of the sun on their face. The weeks inside a basement had been rough that way, much like their mom, light did them good.

Arlo: I never told you, but I figured out my degree... -he laughed and sat next to Fannar- Heh! Arlo actually made up his mind. No ghost trees though...

He crossed a leg over the other, watching the dried up and withered bushes outside, his eyes falling over the freshly cleaned and planted soil.

Arlo: Oh! I still dabble in the occult! But no ghost plants yet. Just Death flowers. 

He watched Fannar.

Arlo: There's no degree in the occult. So, I picked biology so I could perfect herbology and alchemy, to hopefully be able to do something with my time. Had to finish highschool through exams but, I did it. Not a total failure.

And he looked at the sky. Pressing his lips to a thin line he sighed. His mind elsewhere, in all the endless possibilities of the Universe. He wondered, if out there, was a version of him, that had stayed at the old school and grown normal. No magic, no labels, no rot.

Arlo: In my failed existence, if there is one thing I want to do right, is find a way for there to be no need to hunt your kind. 

Fannar: Hey.. maybe that's what your attempts have been missing. - they let their hand rest on Arlo's shoulder, looking up at the sky. - You always tried alone, right? Maybe they need two.. like you said, one needs a dragon.. the other rot? Perhaps it's a symbiosis of some kind? 

They turned towards Arlo again.

Fannar: I hope you get to do more, like enjoy life, and perhaps it won't be a failed existence in the end?

Arlo stared at him. It would be enough if he found a way to send Fannar home. He just had to find a stable portal back there and be ready to fight his brother away. It would be easier if he had the flowers to convince him to stop. As much as he hated Apollo, he didn't want to kill him.

Arlo sighed. What a predicament he got himself into.

Arlo: How about you help me with my presentation?

Fannar: Presentation? - they tilted their head slightly.- What kind?

They stretched letting their feet hit the ground so they could rock the chair just a little, like the one his uncle had on his side of the house, that they still remembered finding River with Flynn sleeping in his arms just sitting there rocking gently to keep them asleep. He remembered crawling up into his arms and joining, there was always room for both. He just hoped that they were okay, and that his uncle had not lost Flynn, if didn't feel that way though, somehow.

Fannar: I can at least try, I mean if you tell me what type it is. 

Arlo: "Cowplants: Should you eat the cake?" -He laughs- I'll go get the material, and we can work together.

And he walked back into the cottage with a smile. It felt comfortable and different to just be doing this with Fannar. Even if he knew he had ruined their life. But he'd do his best to fix things. Find a way to send Fannar home without them losing more of their time. He'd make things right.

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[mahvaladara]

Fannar almost asked if it worked, but then again, they did not know. If it did then what? Would they kill them, or would they do something else? More torture? If they had the answer they wanted, would they let them go home?

Apollo: Arlo?

Arlo: Now! Give me the pot! The one with the Plasma Plant!

Apollo quickly rushed past Fannar and grabbed a pot filled with dirt and a red pulsing fruit, walking to Arlo. Arlo opened the box once more and light erupted from it, he tipped the box and light poured into the pot, permeating the dirt and sinking into the mold, dragging the pulsing fruit behind. Arlo quickly closed the box again and waited. They saw a small shiny bud erupt from the dirt and Arlo grinned.

Apollo: It worked?

Arlo: I don't know... 

Arlo looked at Fannar and locked the small box. He felt the connection between the hearts fade, despite feeling within the box the strong heartbeat, almost yelling, as if the heart was calling for the other one. He knew Fannar would feel the same, that emptiness, that draw. And he looked at Apollo.

They knew this feeling, their mom had described it.. the disconnect of the hearts, the emptiness and that horrible feeling of loss just like their mom had told them about. They had only been able to imagine it before, now they could feel it, and they knew just how bad that made their mom feel. Still they were adamant to not show them how bad they actually felt, how much they wanted to scream at them all, no, they would not give them that satisfaction. 

Apollo: You're sure this is the way?

Arlo: No. My connection is... rotten. But again, I hope. 

Apollo: But... the Arys seems to have worked. 

Arlo: The Arys worked. It's the oldest lie in the Vala. It always works.

It worked because that lie was actually true. Much like Vala, Arys was a word of many meanings and one of those meanings was utter truth, but that was it. It was ignoring the truth of those words to do what had to be done. Yet, Arlo felt the spiritual yell, it was as imperfect as the one Anika held. 

Quickly he glanced at Anika. Now, he only needed to break a bond if it came to it.

Apollo: Then we need to give you the heart immediately.

Arlo: The heart will not cure me. As I am, it will only rot. We need to wait. We need to wait to be sure the heart adapts and the flowers bloom, and only then can we try. Plus. We might need more heartlight if that bud fails.

Apollo: But will it grow into an Arian?

Arlo: I hope. If it doesn't, we did this for nothing.

The plant could save them, but he had to be careful. He also needed the others, and those were the dangerous ones, the one that spread like wildfire and could drown a world.

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[mahvaladara]

Fannar: You promise to take me home.. when?

And Arlo got up, stretching. He felt his spine pop and made a pained grunt hunching, reaching for his back with a strained breath. Breathing slowly, he stood straight.

Arlo: I promise. See this as a means to an end. If things go according to plan, one of three things will happen. I'll die and my brother will give up. I'll die and my brother will catch you and gets what he wants and then be stopped. I'll die and you'll get home and my brother will give up. Either way, now that he knows how to cure the rot, he has no reasons to 'kill' dragons. 

He just needed to figure out how to raise the Sillian flowers, that way, only horns would be necessary. No need to bleed dragons. He walked to the fireplace and grabbed a box, opening it. Inside, he placed three golden buds. He'd need them later for his plans. If he was going to leave this world, he wouldn't leave without letting behind a way to cure the ailment that afflicted him. Even if it was gone now, the rot would return, as the Eye would try to keep his spirit whole. 

He walked to the door and opened it, taking the staff with himself to serve as a walking stick.

Arlo: That crystal... -he pointed at the crystal ball- You can use it to talk with me if you need anything. We can't use regular glimmerstones. My brother uses those.

And with that he left. 

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[izayoichan]

Emil sat down on their bed, next to Flynn, taking his hand in theirs. They knew how worried he had been about leaving, but as they had agreed on, it was time for Fannar and Arlo to get used to being the two of them, and figure out a way of their own

Emil: You know it was the right thing to do, deep down. -they smile softly at Flynn.- They need to find their own path, and we need to find ours, here. Flynn: I guess so, I just worry that it will be too much for them on their own. Emil: I believe they will find their way, it might be rough for a bit, but I believe they will in time, and your twin will be happy there with his heartlight.

Flynn just nodded, resting his head on Emil’s shoulder. Being home was nice, it felt different though knowing their twin was on the other side, and he wondered what being here would now bring. 

After a couple of days resting and at home telling their stories to everyone present, Flynn took his test and passed, and started helping out his grandmother at her place, as River and Arlene mostly had the shelter under control. Emil also helped at the shelter, mostly with the cats, but he also went with Eltanin and Devan to the library quite often, giving a hand there, while also reading books whenever he had the chance. 

When they had time though, they still often talked about their times over on the other side. Emil often catches Flynn looking out the window or at the stars, much like he had done the first time he and his twin were separated, which Emil could not help but to smile when they saw. That connection between the two was still tangible even between universes. But things were good, they were home, with their family again.

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[izayoichan]

Chris: You're worried it will make you sick again? Fannar: Yes. Chris: I think your idea was correct though, remember we talked about it. Fannar: That it was taken and fooled made me sick? Chris: Yes, you are part stardragon, so it would be understandable if you didn’t work fully the same as your mom. If given though, I believe it should be fine, it will find its place and have the link needed. But your mom is the one who would know more.

Fannar sighed and nodded. They knew this talk would come eventually, as their wish to return had only grown stronger over time and after seeing Syra, they knew they had too. But they worried how their mom would take it. They knew how happy and worried they had been when Chris had brought them home. 

Fannar: I just don’t know how to start that talk. Chris: The same way you did this one. Just ask, explain why you feel the way you do, tell him about Syra, he will understand, he would do the same for his heartlight. Flynn: I can come with just like this time? Fannar: I think I’d like that, it's always good to have a backup.

They both hear Chris chuckle at them, making them both smile as well. The three sit there for a while just talking before Flynn and Fannar leave to go find Vy and Hayden, having agreed on it being better to do it now than wait. 

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[mahvaladara]

They had to smile a little at Syra's comment about brother in law, it wasn't something they would mind, but they couldn't quite see it happen. Not the way things were right now. Maybe never, they weren’t sure. Their sad eyes fell on Arlo, sometimes, a long time ago, they would have loved the idea of being Arlo’s boyfriend, or even more. Now, with all the pain? There was a lot to unpack between them.

Fannar: Too late, already bonded with this ship. - they smiled slightly.- Just she might be my prison guard from now on, and one that will help me cook.

Arlo: You’re not my prisoner… -Arlo sighed.

Fannar: I know that’s what you were going to say. And it’s true, I am your prisoner. Even if you don’t want to, I can’t leave this place unless you let me… 

Arlo brushed his eyes tiredly. He hated and simultaneously loved that Fannar was so intelligent and bright. And the gentle look, a look of utter empathy and understanding that Fannar gave him just made him feel worse, much worse. He indeed was a monster. His brother was right. He should probably just die. The world would be much better without him in it.

They had realized what Arlo was doing by now. They wanted to break ties with them, to make going home easier on them. So that they would stay on their side, and not come back. They had to admit it, if they would just get to go back home and get healthy, they would right now not see themselves ever coming back. But they wanted to get to know his little sister. 

Fannar: So little ship, what should we make for dinner.. preferably not singed chicken -they winked, getting up and holding out a hand to Syra. - Lets see what we have and what we want to make?

Syra stared between the two, a look of understanding in her furrowed little brow. She sighed.

Arlo: Mahv damnit, -He looked back down the path. Far away, he could sense his twin brother nearby. That had been too close, he was getting closer. He would need Syra to come more often.

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