Think happy thoughts!

[rebull]

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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[aim_exorable]

A hesitant knock on the stairs before a familiar hulking figure slips into the room where Summoner is, quiet as a ghost and appearing practically like one. Unlike all the other times he's appeared, he's not soaking wet; the last few days have brightened up, to his relief. The idea of Summoner staying here while the weather was... less than favorable..

He didn't like it, to put it plainly.

Knowing how his matesprit can be about weakness showing- even in this sort of relationship- Darkleer keeps his distance. "How bad is it?"

[rebull]

Summoner's head jerks up at the first sign of company, his eyes wide, hands with clenched claws at his neck and weaving into his unstyled hair. His eyes dart around before locking on Darkleer and he visibly settles, his body still tense, but his sense of alarm drains from him. The slight calm doesn't last though, and is quickly replaced by his body crouching forward again, feeling that dual stabbing pain.

"At a-" He gasps, his voice rough, "Bit of a loss... for- words- here..." Each word escapes with a dry breath, and he stays curled into himself, still shirtless, he has been since his wings started to really drop off.

"You really shouldn't..." Swallows, letting out a deep breath as the pain dies a little. "Be seeing this."

[aim_exorable]

"I'm your matesprit." A snort, and he begins to carefully approach. This is positively wretched experience in deja vu. He can remember the last time Summoner was in despair and looking positively wild. He had not asked for help then, wretched pitiful fool that he was and is, but he had needed it then. He needs it now, too. "If I could not see you, I would imagine the worst at any rate, and you would be alone. Then where would we be?"

A pause, only a few feet away from him, and Darkleer wonders if he should take him back. It's an easily dismissible thought. While there are better supplies in the city proper, he knows Summoner would never agree to it. He draws into a crouch and offers his hand. "Let me have your hand."

[rebull]

A huffed breath, almost a scoffing sound at the 'matesprit' term being used, like it was a card Darkleer or he could pull out to reason with. Summoner shakes his head with a slight laugh, moving his hands to brace his upper body on the floor again.

"Well, you'd be doing something more worth-worthwhile, and I'd be doing this." Another forced laugh, kneading his eyebrows together.

"I mean look at me, time of my li- Ahh, hah..." Another jerk of pain, collapsing forward to the ground as he feels those piercing stabs move about under his skin, the brown tinted light grey plates on his back shifting.

His head jerks up again as Darkleer gets closer and his next reaction is immediate upon seeing a hand come near. Like a wild animal stuck in a trap he growls, low, feral, a bubbling rasping sound rolling from him as he stares at Darkleer's huge hand before he shakes his head, shakes out of it.

"No, just, I, fuck don't, don't touch me." Suppressing this animalistic need to growl and lash out, Summoner's fingers open and his hands moved to push him away from the other troll, slides over to the ground before collapsing into himself again.

[aim_exorable]

It's almost darkly amusing how Summoner never seems to learn. You would think the first time would have been a sign enough, when they were not even in a quadrant. It is apparently time to remind him that Darkleer is not a troll deterred easily.

Without another word, he moves closer and makes a grab for Summoner's hand. He won't tug him closer, won't pin him- he just wants to hold it for now. Perhaps the better phrasing would be to give Summoner something to hold instead of himself.

"Watching over you is worthwhile, you thrice-damned idiot, now be quiet and just accept help for once!"

[rebull]

"Nnnneh let, let go!" His voice is ragged, that growl picking up again, teeth clenched, looking like he's ready to dart forward and take a chunk out of Darkleer's arm. He can't help it, he doesn't really enjoy people seeing him weak, because he knows he's weak, he knows he relies on flight, knows his body is... not what it used to be. It's hard not to notice how easily you break when your life is a constant literal war. Summoner's done well to get used to dodging, fleeing, flying, used to speed, and without his wings it's tough. So it's just a body reaction to growl and glare, even though he recognizes he should save his energy.

Lysunder lets out a long breath, trying to tug his hand away, trying to scoot further from the other troll, slide along the wall and away, but before he can focus on it much anymore, his body curls forward again and he gasps out a high pitched shriek. As he crouches forward Darkleer would be able to see his back, and see how the plates are shifting, see his skin start to lift up in dual peeks, trying to push up through all layers of his flesh to the outside.

His hand clenches hard on Darkleer's, opposite from when he was calmer, when he was trying to pull away, and now it just tightens, looking for relief. The orange blood shakes, staying crouched tight as the skin on his back continues to lift and deep cracking sounds can be heard from the two moving places on his back.

[aim_exorable]

If it's a pound of his own flesh that Summoner needs to rend for him just to distract himself from his own pain, Darkleer would let it happen. There is nothing more he can do in this situation, no way to take away Summoner's pain or speed the process up in a way that wouldn't just make matters worse. If it's physical pain, he can take it. This was a body made for punishment, if nothing else. As if in preparation for claws digging into his skin, or teeth drawing blood, or anything, anything at all, Darkleer breathes in deep and tries to force his body to relax. He'll make it worse if he tenses up.

But before any violence can happen to himself, Summoner suddenly lets out that shriek. Even as he grips him tightly, Darkleer is pressing closer and cups his free hand around Summoner's face. He's heard worse, he's seen bloodier, and he knows he can handle this. So he keeps his calm and presses his lips to Summoner's temple.

"Just hold on. Hold on. It will be over soon."

[zelda_hylia]

Zelda had grown rather fond of the island during the thought bubble curse. There was certainly something to be said for the feeling of a proper breeze against your skin, and with Link now in Vatheon she was taking a little time alone to think about everything. Alone. Hopefully.

But it didn't sound like she was alone. Though the lighthouse was somewhat out of the way, her sensitive ears picked up what sounded like a yell from that direction. She'd never heard Lysunder in pain before so she didn't register the owner of the voice. Zelda was curious to a fault, though, so she went in that direction and looked up at the building, listening carefully.

Who or what was in there?

[rebull]

A calm, not for very long, but when the piercing pain wasn't poking into his skin he was feeling pretty okay, you, besides lacking two of his appendages and still feeling ghost ones there. Only for that illusion to be shattered by yet another flash of pain through his system.

"FUCK YOU." Not really sure what made him say that. It was hard to really choose the correct words once his back started to hurt again and he breathed deep, fast, eyes closed tight as he remained huddled on the floor. The worst of the pain was really only starting, since the cutting web of his wings only had started splitting his skin. They were no where near fully out of his back yet, and the plates moving on each place was painful enough.

[zelda_hylia]

That time she recognized the voice as well as the pain present in the exclamation. She hurried into the lighthouse and glanced up towards the top, eyeing the stairs warily. She wasn't confident in her ability to make it up safely, and getting herself hurt wouldn't help the situation anyway.

It was Sheik that made his way up the stairs, sticking to the shadows cautiously in case this was some sort of personal confrontation. Once he saw that Lysunder was alone, he approached with his hands in front of him, speaking softly. "Lysunder?"

[rebull]

"WHAT-!?"

He jerks up to see the person entering and immediately recoils, eyes searching every inch of Sheik before his hands clench claws into the floor under him. Summoner hadn't seen anyone but Darkleer and Mindfang since he got up here and he wasn't prepared to see anyone else. The need to back away from the other was great, holding his torso up so his bare back couldn't be seen, knowing the sight of it wouldn't be very enjoyable. Orange dripping down from the places where his wings were pointing through.

"Zel-" Shakes his head, clearing his throat. "Sheik, get, get out of here."

Keywords, bro

[zelda_hylia]

The Sheikah transformation faded. Zelda was worried, but she was also irritated. Did he just constantly push people away? Lysunder had relationship problems (or whatever had driven him to drinking, but she knew vaguely what happened during the fairytale curse). Alright, that was his business, and she didn't bother him about it. She would prefer to be left alone about her relationships, too. Then he went on a secret mission. Okay, she understood. Best to not compromise that sort of thing.

But now he was bleeding on the floor and telling her to leave, and she was not about to put up with it.

"You can't be serious! You're bleeding, have you forgotten that I'm a healer? Unless you desperately want whatever is happening to be as painful as possible, let me help you."

??

[rebull]

"I'M SUPPOSED TO BE!"

A growl, eyebrows arched and back trying to straighten. His hands move to cradle his front, digging claws into his arms as he feels another pull of pain. It's accompanied by some rather audible cracking sounds, the points on his back pushing through further and moving about amongst the hard plates on hi back.

"I know you're a healer, haa, but- but this is natural." He doesn't like to say that because it doesn't feel natural at all. Lysunder's only felt this once before when his wings grew in and he had hoped he'd never feel anything like this again. But he is, so, he has to deal with it. This is what his body needs and despite how fucking painful and off setting it is, he has to just let it happen.

And he'd prefer to have it happen away from everyone else...

[lyrewings]

[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.]

[rebull]

[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?

[lyrewings]

[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.]

[rebull]

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.

[lyrewings]

[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

[rebull]

[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.

[hecklinghare]

"Wild carrots dey said." Someone was stomping up the stairs, the sound of dripping following behind him, "Up on da island dey said. Why I oughta show dose guys not-" The stomping stops in time for one of those nice little censored shouts to be caught by some rather long ears. Bugs blinks and stares up the rest of the way before shrugging and moving a little quicker and a lot quieter.

He hovers at the door a moment. Not to sure what exactly he's going to find on the other side of the door but...well Lysunder had never done bad by him so. He had to make sure the big guy wasn't doing something mentally moronic. The toon pushed the door open a crack, ears coming into the room before the rest of his head.

"Lysu? Uh...what's up, kid?" He blinks and walks in all the way in. He blinks in worry as he takes in the scene and let's a small frown cross his features, "So much for slow and steady bein' da way."

[rebull]

Not mentally moronic, no, not this time. This was a little necessary, albeit frustrating and painful, but necessary, a lot more necessary than all this company he seems to be getting. But then again, his other times of flying off to be alone doing something went rather well so it was bound to happen one time where people would find him.

Why did it have to be the time he was most vulnerable?

Well, at least Bugs was easier to speak to, the whole being an animal thing did him well and Summoner's not nearly as frustrated seeing him as he was seeing some of the others who happened upon him. Not exactly happy, but better.

"Know anything about the b-birds and the bees, Bugs?" A light joke on his part, followed by a harsh laugh as he crouches forward again, his bare back with six orange blooded points slowly splitting through his grey skin. Birds and bees, reference to wings, to be fare, molting usually helped with the whole mating thing afterwards so the joke pings in two ways. Summoner'd be proud of himself if he wasn't curling over in pain right now.

[hecklinghare]

Because life was a comedy of errors, things happening when they weren't wanted or needed. Just see the humor in it and things would be okay. Eventually.

"Sure, doc...if you were a boird or a bee I'd say you had one heck of a night. And ask for the dames number." He stepped closer, looking relaxed and trying to get a good look over his friend acquaintance . He notices the blood and shakes his head, "Or maybe not. I like my fur where it is." He smirks a little tilts his head.

Summoner was one of those proud types and Bugs wasn't going to try and step over it either. Of course he wasn't going to risk more of that guilt should things not go right. A little selfish but hey who was to complain right?

"Need anything? A bandage, iodine," He chomps on a carrot and kneels down to be a little more eye level, "brandy?"

[rebull]

"Heh, well I don't need to be either to get the action I do," a snicker, half hearted but there. He seems to be having a hard time focusing and his words are a little slurred from the mind numbing pain. He's doing his best to keep eye contact though, trying to sit up so Bugs can't really get a clear look at his back.

A coughed laugh, smiling up at him with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Take that brandy if you have it?"

[hecklinghare]

"Gee, don't tink I need ta know dat." He shakes his head and waves his hand a bit, "Stay down kid." Well...he didn't have the brandy before but now that the situation called for it? "Just stay still and I'll see what I got.

He reached behind him and pulled out an old ceramic jug. Three 'x' marks printed on the front. "How's dis?"

Bugs is pointedly not looking at his back. A little out of politeness but mostly because he isn't used to seeing people bleed. Even if just looks like really thick Tang.

A small pause, "Now dis for you or for dat action back der."

[rebull]

He'll just watch, kind of, hitching here and there in pain. He's a little confused about where he ...grabbed that jug from, and why there were 'x's on it. But Summoner didn't question, not now anyway. A slowly reach up, Summoner grabs the neck of the bottle, moving to sit in a less crouching position.

"Uh..." He starts, staring at the jug for a moment before kicking back and taking a heavy swallow, eyes squinting when he pulls it from his lips. Summoner coughs a little and smiles slightly, looking up to the rabbit with a harsh laugh. "Oh, fuck, haa, that'll do." A few more coughing laughs, taking back another swig.

"Both. Mostly me, heh."