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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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.

[peripheries]

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!

[peripheries]

"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."

[unsheathedfromreality]

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.

[peripheries]

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."

[unsheathedfromreality]

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.