p2iioniicii2t: (curiiou2)
The Helmsman ([personal profile] p2iioniicii2t) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2012-02-25 10:40 pm

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Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in.
]
bestestfurrend: (there there moirail)

[personal profile] bestestfurrend 2012-03-01 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
Really? Really really? Beclaws you can talk to me and tell me if you're efur worried about it, you know that, right?

[Equius, there are going to be TALKS about this later. Really, first pointing out that her new matesprit is too nice and then already worrying about him taking advantage of her? Such a silly meowrail.

But for now she’s just immensely relieved that it seems like everything is going to be okay after all. She’ll have to be extra careful to pay attention to Equius in the immediate future, she knows that much, but it’s hardly a chore for her. She wants to be with her moirail all the time and look after him.]

stayb100ponyboy: (content)

[personal profile] stayb100ponyboy 2012-03-01 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's a guy, okay? He knows how these things work, of course he was going to be worried!]

I promise I'll come and talk to you if I'm ever worried about it.

[That's good that she'll be feeling extra committed, because Equius will probably be extra needy for awhile. Fortunately, they'll be bonding over tormenting Eridan soon enough! Very carefully, he rests his head on her shoulder and sighs.]
bestestfurrend: (I ♥ Equius)

[personal profile] bestestfurrend 2012-03-01 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yes, he does know how these things work, doesn't he? Someone still needs to give all the troll kids that talk.]

Thank you. I want you to, really. You can always talk to me about efurything and anything at all.

[She cradles his head to her and pets his hair, carrying on the rocking he'd started before as she shooshes him quietly and rubs her face against the top of his head, thinking they've earned a bit of quality moirail comfort time after their conversation just now.]