scawwy: pc: ashlyn

[trashprince]

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.weekend0 saturday;

[trashprince]

[ caelus is back in his usual duds and carrying a <href="https://trashprince.dreamwidth.org/file/3285.jpg">bat. he pokes around the church at the moment, casually tugging remaining swamp leeches off of himself and leaving them behind him like a trail of breadcrumbs. ]

[killies]

[ locks in your html. anyway ashlyn has also gotten her own clothes back. which apparently is just a white t-shirt and white shorts. and black boots.

she sidesteps the leeches... gross... ]

Someone stole the bible.

[trashprince]

[ my html...

white t-shirt buds rise up ]

That's terrible.

[ so bad! ]

What's a bible?

.week0 monday;

[trashprince]

[ coming by the cabin because the plaque has a list of exceptional names and he's kind of jealous...? the barn is nice and all, but a real bed sounds like an impossible to ignore upgrade. ]

Hey Ashlyn! Settling in okay?

[killies]

As well as can be expected, given.

You?

[trashprince]

Ishtar thought ahead and asked for cleaning supplies so the barn's already feeling homier.

[ ........separately: ]

But I ended up rooming with two people I know from before and they don't get along. I don't usually mediate without someone else doing a lot of the talking.

week0 friday;

[trashprince]

[ sitting on a bench, staring into the fire. elbows on his knees as he half bends over, hands clasped around the hilt of his bat. doesn't seem to notice ashlyn's approach. deep in contemplation. ]

[killies]

[ ah... she comes over and sits down beside him, and for a long time just doesn't say anything. she doesn't really understand what his relationship was with aventurine, but they knew each other, so that makes it harder. ]

... Sorry.

[trashprince]

[ that makes two of them.

they weren't enemies. fuh-rends isn't quite right, either, although maybe they were on their way to a relationship with a modicum of trust.

he forces a smile for ashlyn. (possibly only ashlyn.) ]

I'll make sure his stuff gets back home.

week1 monday;

[trashprince]

Ashlyn, want to brush the sheep?

[ he approaches her with a bucket of candy hanging off his arm and either hand holding a brush. one for caelus, one for her. duh.

sure, he's upset after the last couple days. really, really badly upset. but you know what those feelings can do? be tamped down, deep, deep inside! ]

[killies]

[ yeah the combination of affection week and knowing he just lost a friend. or two. really makes it hard to say no, here. plus he's already holding a brush, so... sure. she'll take one of those. ]

Alright. I've never done it before, though.

[trashprince]

[ yeah she's kind of obligated to brush the sheepies. ]

C'mon.

[ a shoulder pat and then he'll lead them toward where the sheep have congregated. it is not yet clear to caelus if they will have to chase them. ]

I've never done it either.

Week 1: Wednesday

[killies]

[ hello, she's snuck off from the party to go be in solitude on the beach or something. ]

... Not a great way to end the day.

[trashprince]

[ stalks--i mean, nicely follows ashlyn after they're all done prancing around the maypole. no escape. they're friends. ]

You were really graceful.

[ he noticed that dancer stature ]

[killies]

[ a lil nod because she's too rude to just say thanks. ]

I take classes.

week1 sunday;

[trashprince]

[ looking for ashlyn with two peaches and a lot of sympathy. when he sees her, makes sure he catches her eye before miming as if to underhand toss a peach. if she wants. ]

Hey.

[killies]

Hey.

[ oh! she holds her hands like she's ready to catch. ]

[trashprince]

It's a little spicy.

[ and will make you high. but it's been a real week and they could use a shared treat.

he tosses ]

week2 monday;

[trashprince]

[ standing by the new swamp dlc with a frown on his face.

the swamp heals??? does it? does it?

his bat must be at the barn since he has two hands to settle on his hips, his head shaking lightly in disbelief. this monday. the heck.

he turns when ashlyn arrives, and he has time to say: ]

Hey.

[ then they're flung into darkness and then the bright of a world enshrouded in snow, far far away.

cocolia has fallen to a stellaron.

it might be a trip, following along as caelus races and climbs and leaps upon that ancient machine. time and again, he's about to lose his grip or fail to make a landing, but one of his companions has his back. so, he can't fail them.

he doesn't know why he's able to follow his own will and not the voice of the stellaron inside him. it's not fair that cocolia couldn't ward off its false promises, that she now battles on behalf of the end of her world.

she kills him. tries to. awakens, instead, a sense of preservation. caelus' end has been foretold. this isn't it.

this concludes in a daughter losing her mother, a feeling caelus will never quite understand. it hurts, anyway. bronya doesn't deserve to suffer.

not long after, it's over. they stand by a swamp. ]

[killies]

[ bro fantasy worlds are too intense for her. it's a struggle to keep up with this as she tries to understand it at each part of the memory and—doesn't, really, before it's onto something else happening.

she understands that there's a threat. some kind of tragedy. something that protected him. ]

... Uh... What...?

[trashprince]

That was the planet Jarilo-VI. When we had to stop the Supreme Guardian.

[ a leader who once cared for her people so badly, corrupted by the stellaron and its false promises. ]

She believed her world's Stellaron and let it corrupt her. We were pushed into a corner.

week2 thursday;

[trashprince]

[ seeking out ashlyn post the initial frenzy of her group's return. did she get a heal? how's she looking? ]

Hey.

[killies]

[ she's sitting near the swamp after having been healed up. there's no longer a hole in her leg or her stomach, but the scratch marks across her face and the black chain-shaped burn marks around her remain. ]

Hey.

Week 3: Saturday

[killies]

[ waaaaandering over to where he's barriered off. ]

Feeling more like yourself?

[trashprince]

That's not a question I feel qualified to answer right now.

[ sitting on the ground by the pyre, knees to his chest,/small> ]