vatheon | Think happy thoughts!

Who: Summoner and who ever manages to find him.
Where: On the island in the top room of the lighthouse
When: Saturday Morning.
Style: Prose.
Status: Open

The worst part is over. That confusion, most of the fear, that's gone. For the most part Summoner's managed to stay alone, alone while he's wingless, while the plates that make up the connection points for his wings lay flat over his back and he's unable to soar. That's where the real fear lied after, that vulnerability caused from taking something so precious from him, taking his flight option away from him. It was conflicting and terrifying and Lysunder hadn't realized how different everything was when he couldn't take to the skies. He hadn't realized how much he relied on flying, and hadn't realized how weak he was. With his wings, at least it made sense that his body always felt so light. He flew and hovered a lot after all. But being grounded this long without the option? He's now realizing how different his body actually feels, and he's thanking the mother grub that he's been alone for most of it.

The fact that this was a molt was something he had realized finally as well. The way his wings stripped, it was obvious, though it was hard to figure out because molting was more of a bird thing than an insect thing (at least wing specific molting), but then again, he was neither, wasn't he? He was a troll, and he had no knowledge about how wings worked for his kind, nor could he know that his body would want to refresh them. It was good to know, sure, and to be honest, his wings needed the refresher since they didn't really heal and he had to fix them by hand. But still, to be flightless this long isn't something he planned, isn't something he prepared for. And neither is this sudden pain jolting through his body from his back.

"Ah... w-w..what?"

A breath, curling up into himself a bit more, his eyes blinking more than usual as he feels the pain start to grow, an ache in his mid and upper back. Summoner crouches away from the wall he had been propped against, the various shredded away wing pieces decorating the floor around him, and he places a hand to the ground, putting either knee, bent, under him. Another jolt of pain and he closes his eyes, breathing out of clenched fangs. This much, was it supposed to.. hurt this much? And... already? He couldn't even feel-

"AH... HOLY F-" A gasp and then a higher pitched 'hnn' sounds as he crouches down, forehead almost against the floor. Summoner can feel a splitting, like... popping feel of the skin on his back. Like someone is slowly stabbing him, pressing a blade point in softly and just slowly edging it deeper and deeper. But...it's the opposite, it's poking into his flesh from the inside and in two places. The pain starting from either spot under the two plate clusters near his shoulder blades.

"This slow, ha... are you kidding me?"

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[Woohoo, you thought you could hide from him, Red Bull Bro! You thought Butterfly wouldn't find you! Yeah, okay, it took awhile, since that elevator was hard to figure out, and man, have you checked out the flowers on this island? HAVE YOU?! THEY'RE INCREDIBLE! And then that jerk white bird kept trying to chase him off, so rude. But now he's here, fluttering into the room and landing on Summoner's largest mohawk.]

Love really is revolting,
It's even worse than when you're molting,
Enough of this fluff!
Just forget about love!

[He is the BEST friend.]

[He's more baffled by how you're here rather than you actually being here. But still his eyebrows furrow and he shrugs into himself a bit. He can feel his hair move just ever so slightly, small gusts of air feathering the skin of his forehead from butterfly's wings.]

Your humor is as dark as ever, butterfly... hah..

[He'd be freaking out more if you weren't an animal, bro, just saying. But still, Summoner does seem a bit agitated that he has company, even if he is getting gradually more agitation from his back.]

Is this necessary?

[Totally necessary.]

[Butterfly flits down from Summoner's hair and lands on his arm.]

I... hurt myself today...

[See, look, he'll hold one wing out and show Summoner how the scales on it got mussed and smeared around, the normally crisp dark lines between the purple blurred and blended together.]

I know I know.

[A deep breath, eyes doing their best to focus on butterfly's wings, but the pain is making it a bit hard to unblur his vision.]

Just thought I wou-wouldn't have to go through with this again.

[A deep suck in of breath, body jerking as the wing points on his back push through a little more.]

Heh, be so much easier if I could just sleep in a cocoon while it happened.

[Awwww, bro! Butterfly flutters up and lands on Summoner's cheek, gently batting his wings back and forth and brushing them across the troll's skin.]

Sing me to sleep,
Sing me to sleep,
I'm tired and I,
I want to go to bed

[The little gusts of air are actually quite nice and Summoner goes still, closing his eyes as he feels them.]

Guess I'm in no place to be asking questions like this, but ha.. are you okay little guy? Must be pretty, ah... ha, tired, from, the uh, the fly up here.

I'm not really the best company right now. Eh heh.

[Butterfly keeps flapping his wings then, sensing that his friend likes the air on his cheeks.]

You're the first one, when things turn out bad,
You know I'll never be lonely,
You're the only one,
And I love the things,
I really love the things that you do,
You're my best friend!

My brother... You're too kind, you know that?

[He manages a wary smile, keeping his eyes closed as he hurdles close into himself, enjoying every flap of small wings.]

W-well don't stay too long... get rest, okay? I promise I, ha... I'll be fine.

[Butterfly is not the brightest character in the bubble--except he totally is, look at these gorgeous wings, who dares question his prettiness?--but he can tell Summoner is hurting. He keeps up the gentle wing flapping.]

He roller coaster
He got early warning
He got muddy water
He one Mojo filter
He say one and one and one is three
Got to be good looking
'cause he's so hard to see
Come together right now
Over me

Come together, yeah
Come together, yeah
Come together, yeah

[If Summoner does that brain-meldy thing with him, he'll show him something really pretty!]

[He doesn't get it right away, it takes a few minutes before he finally starts a new commune with the butterfly. He closes his eyes when the commune starts and takes a deep breath, letting his mind melt into the insects, focusing on that commune more than the others he has going in this moment.]

[Butterfly stills his wings, feeling Summoner start to commune with him, and in the swirling maelstrom of his brain, something comes forward. Something white, and glowing, and so beautiful it makes everything else in the world hide its head in shame.]

Once, when I was searching
Somewhere out of reach,
Far away,
In a place I could not find
Nor heart obey...

[He watches, keeping silent, extremely so before he speaks.]

...Who.

[Butterfly is quiet for a long time, his wings slowing to a stop. In his mind, the white creature shines brighter than any star, more beautiful than anything imaginable.]

... the unicorn.

Thank you for... showing me.

[He's not sure what to say besides that, and besides wanting to ask if he may ever meet this unicorn...]

You're welcome.

[Exhausted by all this thinking for himself, Butterfly flutters upward and lands on Summoner's horn, near where it joins his head. There, he settles in next to the warm skin and sits with his wings spread wide.]

[A small chill shudders through him as the graceful touch to the base of his horn and he sucks in a deep breath, sitting back a little. A small smile finally graces his lips and he looks down, enjoying the lack of feeling at his back for the moment.]

Rest now, flutterbeast.

[Butterfly relaxes, humming quietly to himself as he rocks back and forth on Summoner's horn.]

The old boys, are all leaving,
Leaving one by one,
Where young birds go flying,
Spread your wings and run...

[He slowly closes his eyes listening, only twitching here and there.]

Think happy thoughts!

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almost answered this with my Helmsman account, whoops

I DO need to play with your Helmsman...

I agree, we should do that sometime soon

We can discuss it when either of us have the time.