o5 . bone house mingle!

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and CR!
What: Several teens move into the horrible necromancy mansion, and sometimes they bring their friends.
When: Early March.
Where: Bone House in Gaze.

Content Warnings: Skeletons, discussions of death and grief, violence where marked, vomit where marked. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[peripheries]

The reality is Kaworu adores Iskierka. He lets her perch on his head and sleep in his bed. She's a connection to someone that he misses so deeply and dearly that it eats away it him. His affection is evidenced by the notes and connecting screen have taken over and consumed his and Paul's room like a fungus.

The thing that he doesn't adore is when she tries to wake him up far too early (it's noon). He grumbles softly in his sleep and swats at her as she chirps and nibbles at his hair.

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Iskierka, in turn, adores Kaworu.

It used to be a subtle thing, before the last note--a preference for settling on his bunk, when she rested in his room with Paul; a little preening when his hair was in reach. Now she's awake and able to take care of him as he deserves, which includes a wake-up call when he's been in bed far too long.

She ducks the swat, putting her beak right by his ear and warbling directly into it. Get up!!

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There’s a miserable sound when she warbles into his ear, something a yelp and a groan. He swats at her again (without malice) and then rolls over and pulls the covers over his head and tries to wiggle under the pillows to protect himself.

“Stoooooop.”

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This swat sends her fluttering off the bunk to the floor, where she cranes her neck to watch Kaworu roll himself into a boy-blanket pastry.

She thinks about this.

She thinks a little more.

Then she stalks under the bed, rears up, and sticks her head ((around)) the mattress and pillows in 4-space to chirp softly next to his ear. Again.

[peripheries]

He tries to placate her, a single pale hand reaching out to grope at the space around him to offer pets. Of course, his fingers only brush the soft cotton of his matress.

A grumble and he pops his head out from under the pillows, red eyes trying to seek out the red eyes of said offending creature. Of course, if she's under the bed, then he can't see her without getting up and that's being avoided at all costs.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Him! A poor little meow meow.

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Iskierka chortles fatly from under the bed, muffled voice giving away her position. Yes, she IS down there, what's he gonna do about it.

Because she is not giving up on doing this, for his own good!! up. comes the not-quite-a-word, colored with shades of sunrise and morning birdsong that quickly slide into noon sunlight and daytime twittering. It's past time he be up and about! There is food to catch and mischief to get into and they need to go steal breakfast from Paul before he burns the toast.

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A huff! Laughing like that is so rude. But it makes him feel light. It reminds him of the Old Man's low, easy chuckle even though they sound nothing alike. It's the spirit behind it not the pitch that creates the warm connection.

With a loud groan and then an even louder sneeze that can probably be heard from the kitchen, Kaworu sits up, rubbing at his face. Then he flops back down onto his stomach so he can lean over the bed and peer down at her.

"Hey. Get out from under there."

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She peers back at him, head cocked and antennae forward. At heart, while she's got a contrarian streak, she's not a contrarian creature-- So now that Kaworu's well and truly awake she's happy to skitter out from underneath the bed.

Or, at least, skitter close enough to Kaworu she can nibble on a beakful of his hair. So messy, this fledgling, but he's hers.

preen. breakfast. Time to get ready for the (rest of the) day!

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"S-stop...!" He brushes her away without force behind it, instead taking the moment of contact to run his fingers through her soft feathers. Sometimes she lets him stroke her until he falls asleep. It's hard to be grumpy with her.

He pulls his head up, sneezes again, and grabs a sweatshirt that he tossed at the edge of the bed and pulls it back on, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Then he steps off the bed, feet so light on the ground it's like he weighs nothing. A yawn and a stretch before he turns to the funny bird offering his arm.

"Come on then."

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As ever, she leans happily into the touch, exactly as pliant as the feline Shinji-kun. It's nice to be petted. It's nicer to see Kaworu finally getting himself up and ready for the day, even if she blows a credible raspberry at him for wiping his nose on his sleeve. Messy!

breakfast. she sends, spreading her wings and launching herself for his arm. Her little claws tickle as she grabs on and wraps herself halfway around his slender wrist, tendrils and antennae waving. Pictures of meat and berries and nuts quickly populate the psychic environment; she can't get hungry but she can sure pretend she is.

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He sticks his tongue back out at her when she blows the raspberry! Shut up! He had to stop his nose with something and this was closest. Still, he lets her up onto his arm, giving her head an affectionate stroke, rubbing an antenna with a finger. He doesn't want to think about why she's more active now than before, so he simply will not.

"Fine, fine, breakfast."

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good. She accepts additional petting with obvious glee, then ladders her way up his arm toward his shoulder as they strike out. Images of meat and berries and meat and seeds and meat and little pastries color the psychic environment as the Omen rhapsodizes on the subject of breakfast.

Then--just as suddenly as they've begun--the impressions stop as something else catches Iskierka's attention through a wall. She drops back off Kaworu's arm, flicking through the intervening obstacle, only to shortly return with a handkerchief for the boy.

here. She knew she'd been missing something.