quietmounds | (no subject)

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WHAT In person or texting, I don't know, I'm not your boss
WHERE Wherever you'd be at night
WHEN Day 1, night
NOTES aj said i was allowed to make a new post

[So, you've survived your first—or fiftieth, or five-hundredth—day in Quiet Mounds. Tonight, it's raining—or, it's not. Maybe you're trying to get used to your new, quiet apartment. The electricity is buzzing in that way that's hard to ignore, a silence so loud it's deafening, in that poetic sort of way.]

[Or maybe you're one of the sad sacks still working at the 24/7 joints. Or their why-am-I-even-up-this-late customers. You're the reason why capitalism does this to people, you know.]

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I know that.

Give yourself some time. You're not going anywhere.

Is that—meant to be reassuring?

[ pauses ]

Perhaps the intention did not properly come across.

What was meant, then?

I only meant you need not rush easing your hurts.

I just need them to . . . not interfere. That's all.

That sounds suspiciously like pretending they aren't a problem.

I'm not pretending anything to myself.

What kind of help do you expect to give?

. . .

I. I don't know.

Maybe I won't be able to do anything here.

[ pours another cup for him ]

That is entirely possible, in the sense of how you want to be helpful. Though I'm certain there are other ways that may aid in your healing as well.

Companionship, for instance.

Healing?

Correct.

You are hurting and raw, though I do not know how or why, I have dealt with humans enough to know that even minimal support works to their benefit. Specifically in the case of socializing.

I am afraid I do not know you well enough to offer more than I have, a place to come back to or have a drink, and I don't believe there's anything you could help me with. So I can only offer you "support", and I suppose if there is nothing specific to be helped, perhaps you could do the same for others. Companionship.

Edited 2017-05-13 21:51 (UTC)

[he's going a little pale throughout that, and suddenly there's just this—]

[wave of emotional despair, sucking and empty and dark]

[—that gets shut off after a moment as Vanyel's hand flies to his mouth, and he clamps down better on his shields]

[ stops, staring at him, a little surprised. Honestly that felt nostalgic and not in a really good way.

Comes around the table again, leaning down. ]

Vanyel.

[he shies back, scooting the chair back and leaning away, throwing his hands up in defense]

Stay away!

[ stops where he is. This isn't an abnormal reaction honestly but not usually in his human form. ]

Do you think I'd hurt you?

No, I don't want to hurt you.

You can't possibly hurt me.

[ very very confident ]

I can't know that for sure.

[ a bit irritated; ]

If you can't trust yourself then trust in my power and wisdom. You can't hurt me, tiny mage.

And you can't heal me. Nobody can.

If you do not wish to change that would be true.

I do not offer healing. I cannot offer something like that. I offered only support-- if you would throw it away, that is your own choice.

. . .

Do you know what a lifebond is?