It's Minglin' Time

[crittersheep]

WHO: You
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: Afternoon 62

[ With Bluebell's lovely morning rite, it's shaping up to be quite the peaceful day. The spring thaw continues, bringing young lilywogs with lingering stubby tails to the shores. It's easy to spot them floating among the reeds, though they're still prone to scattering if disturbed.

And across the pasture everyone is hopefully having a peaceful day, right? Or have some of you been getting up to shenanigans instead? ]

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Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

H- Heel, Tyr, ...I'm friend, not food. And you don't want to be seen as too greedy, right? Ah hah. [ he takes a step back and quietly orders tempo to keep an eye on the bindings. ]

[ yeahhh, the snapping of bones still makes kaveh flinch, so he looks aside as he begins to change back. ]

Tyr?

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

[hey, at least he isn't screaming, right? A plus side!

When the transformation ends he thunks his head against the ground, groaning as he catches his breath. He'll tug to try to free a hand, but when it doesn't work he just gives up]

F-Fuck.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

[ a definite plus. kaveh's nerves might have failed him if tyr started screaming. ]

Are you... feeling any better? [ lefts wolfish and ravenous? ]

[ he approaches cautiously, kneeling beside him, but he doesn't immediately remove the ropes. ]

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

[he doesn't move now that he's just kind of flopped. He's so tired and now even more sore]

I feel fuckin' peachy.

[too tired to even make it appropriately sarcastic. He huffs weakly] I never want to do that again.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

Not a fan of the werewolf roulette… h- heh. [ he unties him and, setting a hand on his shoulder, leans in to kiss his cheek to heal him. ]

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

[he lets it happen, but then something clicks and he jerks away, holding up a hand]

Wait - does that mean it's done? I didn't bite you, did I?

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

No, you didn't bite me. I had Tempo help me restrain you, so I could get the Wolfsbane into you.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

Thank god.

[he is just

gonna flop back down

he is so tired]

Sorry for the trouble . . .

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

I think you're going to feel like shit for... a bit longer, but at least there's no more concern of turning. I'm... sorry I didn't realize faster. If I could have gotten some tea in you, then you wouldn't have turned, but I just... I'm sorry, Tyr.

N- No trouble at all. I have caused my fair share as a werewolf, so don't apologize.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

. . .

[he slowly pushes himself up to sit, wincing a bit. But he wordlessly gestures Fantasia closer]

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

Tyr. Don't move. Rest a little longer.

[ he does move closer though. ]

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

I'm not getting up yet.

[as soon as he's close enough, Tyr is reaching up . . .

To very lightly, fondly, smack the back of his head. It's really just a brush, but it's the gesture that's important]

Don't apologize for things that aren't your fault.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

H- Hey! [ but all he does is smile. ] I'm glad you're back. [ to normal, that is. ] And I hope I didn't hurt you too badly. [ don't mind him just trying to check tyr out ( for once, not in that kind of a way ) to see if he's okay. ]

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

Thanks for bringing me back.

[he shakes his head, but he's letting Fantasia check before gently pushing him back] Just bruises. Nothing you have to worry about, I promise.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

Of course. I would have done anything to help you, Tyr.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

[what is he supposed to say to that, he's usually the one saying it!!

He glances away and, softer:] I know.