i'm a healer, but... /cocks gun [ nehan ] (
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[open] bad doggie!
Who: Nehan + OPEN (one thread closed to specific people)
What: Someone (Nehan) died before someone's (Nehan's...) birthday, and not of fun. Featuring the aftermath of said death, an angry squid, and a doctor who's bad at taking care of himself.
When: forward-dated to Jan. 19 and later
Where: Primarily in Nehan's house, but the death thread is set in the wilderness.
Content Warnings: Violence, beasthood, death, paleblood powers, traumatic memories of near-death experiences, some nudity, Nehan-typical self-loathing, mentions of sex, Jan. TDM-style body horror. More TBA as they come up.
a: squid time
b: cant sleep (cw: really morbid jokes)
c: winter mourning's last hurrah (nehan's memories/cw: eventual near-death experience)
d: the days after: achelliac (cw: nudity, self-loathing)
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[[ hit me with your best shot-- everything is a-ok and will match prose or action, but the actual boss battle is restricted to certain characters. nehan dies on the 19th, revives as a squid on the 22nd and is returned to his house on the same day, while his headcanon birthday is on the 20th. thanks to #justpalebloodthings, nehan can admit that his birthday is coming up to any palebloods. he is also a paleblood, so people can speak to him more freely as well.
people are free to come and go as they like. snooping is encouraged, but the basement is guarded by nehan's omen. i'm also open to changing the memory in prompt c. if we haven't threaded yet, we can just handwave the first meeting and nehan giving out his address. if you're unsure, just ask! ]]
What: Someone (Nehan) died before someone's (Nehan's...) birthday, and not of fun. Featuring the aftermath of said death, an angry squid, and a doctor who's bad at taking care of himself.
When: forward-dated to Jan. 19 and later
Where: Primarily in Nehan's house, but the death thread is set in the wilderness.
Content Warnings: Violence, beasthood, death, paleblood powers, traumatic memories of near-death experiences, some nudity, Nehan-typical self-loathing, mentions of sex, Jan. TDM-style body horror. More TBA as they come up.
a: squid time
[nehan's tub is modest by human standards. large for a man of his (usual) size, but massive for a little squid, almost transparent save for its rainbow-colored insides, the most prominent of which is sunshine-yellow. the squid is absolutely tiny, no bigger than an adult human's hand.
there's a grab bar attached to the wall next to the tub, and the edge of the tub opposite it, clearly for nehan's use when he's an erune, because what will a squid do with those? he cant even reach them. though he's definitely trying, swimming back and forth, and occasionally reaching out with a little tentacle in an attempt to reach it.
but of course, he cant reach it, and that frustrates the squid enough that he jets out a little bit of dark ink. literally farting in anger, this one is.]
b: cant sleep (cw: really morbid jokes)
[the evening after nehan's squid was retrieved from the water and returned to his house, he returns to normal. annoyed as he rises from inky water and having to clean himself, but still, he's a skinny, scarred erune again, without the additions he gained over the past months. an erune that needs a long, long nap, and will head straight to his bed to have said long nap without even drying his hair.
if anyone chooses to stay longer and keep vigil over the once-squid... well, no one is stopping you, not even the omen, who is guarding the door to the basement underneath the stairs, and will not move away.
nehan might not be too much of a host however, when he's bedridden, having gone through a traumatic death and unable to control his limbs well. every time his left arm or leg has a spasm, his expression twists into one of chagrin and irritation, and he clutches at the limb until it stops. he tries to lay under his bedding just to lessen it... but well. that doesn't work as well as he hoped, and it's not proper medical procedure, but when it comes to himself, nehan has never cared a goddamn bit. still...]
... Stay a little longer. Without anything to do, I'll have another death soon, and this time of boredom. [that was a joke. but it's bad and he knows it's bad.]
c: winter mourning's last hurrah (nehan's memories/cw: eventual near-death experience)
[there is a winter mourning in nehan's house, a wreath laying in the seat of an armchair in the living room, and despite looking innocent, it is still active. and if it's touched, instead of dragging some poor unsuspecting bastard into a dream, it drags them into a memory.
the nehan in this memory is an adult, just like the one in bed, recovering from his violent bout with death-- but he's also different. seemingly younger, more filled-out, less scraggly hair, and lacking in the eyepatch and crutch that has become nehan's signature. but his ears have much less fur on them and are tattered at the ends, the shadows under his eyes are darker, and he's sporting fresh bruises on his face, like he's just been in a brawl. or more than just a brawl-- he looks like he's been beaten within an inch of his life.
still, he's walking amongst a crowd that doesn't seem to notice him, in a crowded marketplace in a bustling town with airships flying high above them. he looks like he knows where he's going, and behind him... behind him is another nehan, walking much slower, bearing a crutch and an eyepatch-- the nehan most people know, by now.
he pauses when he notes he's not alone, turning around and ears twitching, then tilts his head towards his younger self as if to say come along.]
d: the days after: achelliac (cw: nudity, self-loathing)
[achelliac's usual clientele may be sailors, but at least they don't turn nehan away. and, as he finds out, some of his fellow customers are fascinated enough with him that he just decides to indulge them with what they want. even if he's here just to deal with the aches of his body that still linger after his rebirth. at least he's no longer suffering from muscle spasms.
the hot springs will deal with what other aches he gets in this place, in any case, that's why he's here-- get himself up to snuff so he can get back to work without problems.
making his way to the pool from the showers is always an adventure in going slow to accommodate his too-thin, too-scarred body and not slipping, just because he leaves his cane with his clothes (he needs a new crutch, a cane just isn't the same...). though he's right at the edge of the pool, he pauses when he sees another man there already.]
May I, or do you prefer privacy? [perhaps he should have asked that before he got naked...]
wildcard
[[ hit me with your best shot-- everything is a-ok and will match prose or action, but the actual boss battle is restricted to certain characters. nehan dies on the 19th, revives as a squid on the 22nd and is returned to his house on the same day, while his headcanon birthday is on the 20th. thanks to #justpalebloodthings, nehan can admit that his birthday is coming up to any palebloods. he is also a paleblood, so people can speak to him more freely as well.
people are free to come and go as they like. snooping is encouraged, but the basement is guarded by nehan's omen. i'm also open to changing the memory in prompt c. if we haven't threaded yet, we can just handwave the first meeting and nehan giving out his address. if you're unsure, just ask! ]]
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Needless to say, he'd been doing a lot of learning through experience.
He stands as Nehan approaches, sending ripples across the pool, and shifts himself over to give the erune a better seat. "Coincidentally," it means he's also on his feet if he needs to prevent a fall (though he highly doubts he will).]
You are looking well enough for one so recently back from death, [he remarks, offering up a hand if Nehan needs it; if not, it's no bother to the shrike.] Though I see, [being delightfully not blind anymore,] I must be sending more food over.
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The state of my body is something not easily remedied by a lot of food.
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[He's a lot more emotive like this (alive); the actual regret he feels to see anyone in Nehan's state is very much there in his tone.]
But a lot of food would not hurt, no?
[Still a gremlin. But at least a gremlin who will play a nice, steady support for Nehan until the erune's settled.]
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[when nehan finally gets into the pool properly, he sighs deeply, and rests against the edge of the pool. the hot water is definitely a balm to his aching muscles.]
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Does it? You are the doctor, not I. What do you prescribe, for one in your condition?
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For instance, red meat, rice, eggs and milk. The fruit you sent helped as well.
[then he pauses to get his hair wet, scrubbing at his ears with one hand.]
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[He tips his head with one of those birdlike jerks, watching Nehan's ears with sudden avid interest.
But says,] I will hunt more. Anything you are preferring, or cannot eat?
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at least, for now, they're wet, and thus the fur is more manageable. but nehan still has to scrub them to make sure no water gets into his ears.]
You don't need to bring me food like you're a hunter-gatherer and I'm your wife waiting at home.
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He makes a note to himself, and gives a huffing laugh at Nehan's jibe.] Perish the thought! If you are my wife and not hunting with me, you are heavy with my child.
[He eyes Nehan up and down in a mock-critical appraisal.] And you are worryingly too thin for me to put a child in, impossibilities aside.
No--if we are being primitives, you are a wounded member of my flock. I hunt for you until you are well; it is what is done.
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No thank you. [his tone is frostier than the coldest, windiest mountain.]
I wont play that role.
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Illarion returns the look mildly, not missing the mismatch between it and Nehan's tone.]
Of "wife"? I do not ask. This is what I court women for.
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No. Nevermind that-- this conversation is going nowhere. Find something else to talk about, or do with your free time. I wont accept something dead on my front step.
Find someone else to fuss over and feed. [then he goes back to combing out his fur with his fingers. not the easiest of tasks when he only has one arm to use properly.]
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Illarion should know better by now, but like someone being stubborn has ever kept him from offering help.
He echoes the sigh, though his has more amusement to it.]
As if I am a cat, leaving you decapitated mice out of pity.
[Though, hang on. Watching Nehan finger-comb his hair like is going to bother him more the longer it goes on.
He climbs out of the pool without another word and pads off down the hall with wet footsteps.
He's back inside a minute, carrying a bone comb with wide-spaced teeth.]
This is not fussing over you, [he remarks, as he sits back down on the pool's edge, within touching distance of Nehan.] This is having proper tools for the job. May I?
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he eyes the comb warily.]
Do you know how to brush fur? [he's a bird-person, not an erune with fur.]
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He's such a bird-person he hasn't even got any weird mammalian vestigial bits like nipples or a navel. Comparative anatomy!]I am no mage at it, but I have brushed human hair often enough, and been honored once or twice with currying a great-wolf for her orc. What I do not understand, I will ask about.
[He studies the erune's head and ears carefully, already knowing the answer before he asks,] You have an undercoat I must be careful of?
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not to mention...]
My ears were also torn and ripped at certain points. They have healed, but it's impossible to knit the tears together.
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So they may catch, if I am not being very careful. Might I feel these?
[He can see them, of course, but that didn't teach his hands what their edges felt like or how not to mangle them.
And he really would not mind the excuse to touch Nehan kindly.]
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eventually, he unclenches his jaw.]
Very well.
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Thank you for permitting this. [There's a certain solemnity to the words; he means them in more than a casual way.
He leans forward, taking one of the erune's ears in both hands and working his fingers through the thick fur to feel where the tears are. He's gentle about it, thorough without fondling anything. The second ear gets the same treatment.
Quietly,] Your ears are not this way from fighting your rivals, I take it.
cw: incoming mentions of slavery
I have no rivals. [which, of course, means no. that the darkblood man has the right of it.]
If I had been fighting someone, they wouldn't have been allowed to do such a thing to me in the first place. But I wasn't allowed to retaliate or protect myself from those who handled me.
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As he weighs Nehan's response, and his expression darkens like the approach of a thundercloud.]
I see. [He needn't voice his conclusion aloud; he knows very well the evil the erune's describing. There is a wealth of suppressed anger in those two words.
He takes up the comb, takes a handful of Nehan's hair, and begins working on it with the same delicate care he showed the other man's ears. And, blessedly, for the moment, he's silent.]
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even if... his head feels much less heavy because his hair is no longer a tangled mess.
but his ears cant stop flapping because he's unused to this kind of attention.]
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When it finally does come to those ears, though... He tries to catch one and hold it still by cupping his hand around it, without actually grabbing on. Then he v e r y carefully attempts to comb that disordered fur.
This is not one of his areas of expertise, but gods spit on it, he will try.
At least until he drops the comb because he has to hold it at an odd angle, very carefully, while trying not to shiver. He breathes out in an exasperated noise at himself.]
Perhaps I am giving you the comb for this part, before I do your ears any worse hurt.
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but he has no control over how his ears move, so they're trembling as the comb brushes over them.]
I only have the one hand to use properly, and no mirror. You should just do it.
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As you will.
[He takes up the comb again, sparing a moment to flex the fingers of both hands, before setting back to his task. It isn't so different from trying to comb a wiggly toddler's hair and he's been successful at that often enough.]
There is a Sleeper here, [he says, conversationally--once he's got the rhythm of his task,] a human, who advertises his services at this--grooming "non-humans".
[Gods black and white but that term grates with its reminder that humans are the overwhelming majority of Sleepers and the rest of them are just "other".]
He said to me once he is not much interested in prying into others' pasts.
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cw: self-loathing and internalized ableism
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u activated his trap card
i anticipated this and am pleased. he isn't tho, but fuck him
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cw: just casual offers to be vivisected, i g
it's fine, nehan is a weirdo
he's in good company LOL
they can just be weirdos together, it's Fine
just two dudes being Strange with surgical equipment
it's the best kind of friday night
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all right with an ftb soon?
np!
be cute like that will you nehan... lmk if you want to pick up after!
we can wrap up the thread right here and move on to another thread if you want
down for it! i'll shoot you a PM