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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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."

"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...

His expression was difficult to look at. Not because he was in pain - Zelda could deal with that. It was the sense that she has violated him somehow that unsettled her. Now that she'd had a moment to think about it, his behavior made a little more sense. If this truly was a natural process (and she belatedly realized that it must be - where are his wings, after all?), it wasn't strange that he wouldn't want people to see him in such a state.

Even so, she still wanted to help.

"Even natural pain can be soothed somewhat," she murmured, looking off to the side. "It doesn't have to be so horrible. If you let me look, I could probably numb the pain somewhat. If you truly want to be alone, though... I can leave."

Violation, yeah, that definitely made sense, in a way, anyone but himself that saw him like this was violating him. This moment was extremely personal and having it his way? No one would see this, at all, ever. It's difficult for him to allow himself to cry from pain, difficult to deal with the fact that he can't stop himself from feeling it without assistance from an outside force. And it's worse when others can see him, see how he strains and aches. It feels like something he should hide.

"Don't, just..." Ugh, but now he feels bad. Summoner's gotten out of that shock, the shock that stripped him of his empathy and made him react by fight or flight. Now that he has understanding of his situation, he also has enough sense to see her react so, in that way that seems pained. Summoner knows she isn't trying to guilt him, but it certainly feels that way and he snarls ducking his head down and putting a hand to his forehead.

"This is really not- meant to be shared..."

She looked back at him with a small smile. He's such a viciously independent creature, it's really rather charming. Zelda stayed in her current position a few feet away, kneeling so that they could speak without her looking down on him.

"I can see that now. I apologize for allowing myself to get worked up about it. I do care for you though, and I would like to help if you'll permit it. If not... is there anything I can bring before leaving?"

Zelda couldn't just leave, she had to do something.

He tilts his head down, eyes dancing over the floor, over the various pieces of molted wing.

"Help how?"

Social, yeah, he's social, he likes his friends, being around people. And though he would prefer to be alone, she's already here, isn't she? Even if part of him is really fighting being all right with this, having her say longer, being able to study him. Suddenly his mind flies into a flurry of negative thoughts about her accidentally being followed, leading someone here that shouldn't be. Lysunder's eyes close tight and he quickly puts his hands up to his face, breathing in deep,

"Y-you're alone, right?"

"Numb the area. You'll need to keep an eye on it to make sure everything is doing what it should if you're numb, but it won't cause any harm. If being entirely numb worries you, I can simply dull the pain instead," she explained. It was a spell that she had been careful to learn in her childhood, knowing that she would have to have children someday. Zelda did not plan on becoming a screaming crying mess during childbirth!

She pauses at his question, folding her hands and sensing for any other sentient life in the area. It's not perfect (someone with Darkleer's abilities, for example, would go completely unnoticed), but as far as she can tell she wasn't followed.

"No one is here but you and me."

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