"No they don't, kid. I would've done the same thing kid." Hobbes goes back to his corner to drink and eat.
Seeing Hobbes sulk off back to his corner Neverhome will follow and pluck up the halfling to bring him back. "If you keep doing that Miss Percy might lose interest."
"Yer assuming she had any kid. And lemme go."
Setting the halfling down, but standing in direct line of a path back to the corner Neverhome will say "She does. Why do you think otherwise?"
"Because it doesn't matter what I do kid, I'm invisible. I give her some eggnog, and you get all the attention. I get her some nice jewelry, she forgets about it when a fat mook gets her something. I slept out in the cold fer her and everything." Hobbes takes a swig and a nom.
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Kneeling down to look Hobbes in the eyes Neverhome will put a hand on the halfling's shoulder. "Me getting attention due to evil plant ornament aside, you think just these three things should win her eternal affection? Get her better gifts, ones that compete with weird man in weird place that does weird things. Get her better drink, nyet, seriously, that eggnog is most vile thing I have ever smelt. And giving up your tent? That was most noble, but one noble act does not gurantee you place in her soul, nor should you expect to. Strive Hobbes, strive to be man worthy of her."
"I'm not expecting it to, kid. I wasn't born yesterday. Just some attention could be paid." Hobbes sighs. "It doesn't help that I became a solo act around this time of year. Lost the rents so I started wandering. Eh, it doesn't matter. Don't worry about it. I'll be fine alone, I'm used to it." Hobbes, red-faced, takes another swig causing one to wonder how he isn't unconscious. "Now lemme drink in peace." He then reaches into his bag and takes out an aged bottle of wine and a sparkler. "Here, give one to Percy and one to her sis. I think even you can figure out which one."
Thinking for a moment he'll finally speak. "Up till now you have been courting how, I assume, halflings court, da? But she is gnome, so maybe court like gnome, da?" With a pat on the halfling's shoulder Neverhome will take the bottle and weird stick thingy and stand up. Walking over to the twins he will give the sparkler to Allie and then immediately step away and turn to Percy and offer her the wine. "Gift! From Hobbes. His heart is hurting him right now, maybe you can talk to him?"
Sigrun shakes her head with a small smile as she hears Lyosha advising Hobbes and moves over to select herself a few things from the table of food.
Retreating from the gnome before she can protest he'll make his way over to the fellow northerner, after dealing with marriage proposals from princesses and relationship hurdles between star-crossed fey he felt a calmness around a kindred spirit. "Did I ... Do right thing? This is all very confusing to me, and I may have made their opinions of each other worse."
"It may be better to just leave well enough alone. If Percy wants something other than to just be chased she will let him know, and maybe he doesn't want to just chase with no reward." the redhead says quietly.
Percy examines the bottle. Where was Hobbes keeping all this anyway? She slices to the floor and walls over to the anti-social halfling.
Hey. Thanks for the wine. And the sparkler for Allie. Why do you keep sitting over here? There's plenty of room at the table.
"Daughter at war with her parents, one fey pining after another... I much preferred when I was only miserable person in this group." he'll muse aloud after mulling Sigrun's words over.
"Yer welcome." Hobbes looks over to Percy who just sat down next to him. "I'm surprised you even noticed anything I did." He says taking another gulp. "Thought it was impossible fer me to get yer attention, dollface."
Of course I noticed. Among all these longshanks, how could I not? You're much easier on the eyes than their backsides...
"Yea I am." Hobbes agrees with a grin. "But ya never show any interest. So I end up feelin' like a dumb mook most of the time."
As she takes the sparkler, Allie's face changes. With a peaceful, contented look, she lights it and uses the flame to draw a butterfly in the air. She gives a happy childlike laugh as it flies over to Percy and perches on her shoulder.
Big smile, a real one now.
Ered smiles as well, the first one in days. Since well before the trek to this strange, strange land and the winter that came from it.
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"I'd rather it if you weren't miserable either." Sigrun says quietly.
"I'd rather it if you weren't miserable either." Sigrun says quietly.
A faint smile growing on his face he'll give the red headed woman a hug. "So would I."
"Well we'll just have to work on that." she says smiling as she returns the hug.
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Whether from the fighting all day, the stress of almost having been married again, the stabbing pain in his brain lulling his senses, or just from the intimate closeness he just stands there holding her, starting to slip in and out of sleep as he relaxes for once in who knows how long.
"Yea I am." Hobbes agrees with a grin. "But ya never show any interest. So I end up feelin' like a dumb mook most of the time."
Percy looks sad. I'm sorry about that, Hobbes, you don't deserve it. But you should know that relationships and I have a... history. I'm not pristine merchandise. More like scratch and dent with strings attached. She glances at Allie and kisses the butterfly on her shoulder. Thanks for the sparkler, by the way. That was sweet.
Her previous appraiser was hack! She is Goddess of flame that warmth that ignites your heart!
Ered just shakes his head, consuming some of the eggnog, watching the others.
So much like the old days...All the other students milling about, and I'm standing here practicing forms.
The elf just shakes his head, trying to push away the dark thoughts as others seem progressively more cheerful. The elf just gets out his cleaning clothes and begins to work on getting the little bits and pieces of blood and flesh out and off of the blade.
Ered just tilts the hilt to get the light reflecting the obsidian, highlighting the larger patch. He strokes his chin, hairless, and hmms....
"Well that's just odd...Why would it be larger?...."
The elf looks to the others and toasts the happier of the bunch with his bit of liquid libation.
Percy looks sad. I'm sorry about that, Hobbes, you don't deserve it. But you should know that relationships and I have a... history. I'm not pristine merchandise. More like scratch and dent with strings attached. She glances at Allie and kisses the butterfly on her shoulder. Thanks for the sparkler, by the way. That was sweet.
"Yer perfect to me, beautiful. I don't see no scratches or dents. You should see it that way too. And no problem on the sparkler. Figured it was something she could light on fire that wouldn't go boom."
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he tasted the eggnog stuff and almost spit it out... it was certainly not milk. The cookies however were munchable so he had a few... He was half bobbing as he looked about scanning the room, on a whim he lifted up the tablecloth to look underneath it...just in case.
He didnt understand the layers and layers of moods in the room, but it appeared that friend Neverhome at least was less sad. And well hobbes was looking... his whiskers twitched and he stared at them for a moment almost giggling at the sight of the fiery sparkly flutterbye.
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Sigrun holds Lyosha, supporting him as he releases some of his suffering and stress. After a while she leads him over to one of the seats, letting him off of his feet to rest.
His head lulling from side to side as he's set down he mumbles out what might pass for thanks as well as a few other things, it was hard to make out as slumber wasn't letting go of him this time. The same could also be said about his hands that had slipped down and gripped Sigrun's wrists, his body locking up while his brain was off.
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Smiling, Sigrun simply takes a step closer, allowing Lyosha's head to rest against her hip. Gently freeing one hand while letting him hold the other wrist, she unconsciously runs her free hand through his hair, soothing the tortured warrior as he rests.
"... Alma... " Giving her a slight nuzzle he'll keep muttering, "... Please don't go..."
"Yer perfect to me, beautiful. I don't see no scratches or dents. You should see it that way too. And no problem on the sparkler. Figured it was something she could light on fire that wouldn't go boom."
Thankyou, Hobbes. She reaches out her hand for the Hobbit, intending to help him up. If you wish to pursue me, however, there is one person you're going to have to talk to. Mainly because she may boil off your blood if she thinks you've broken my heart.
She pauses for a moment to let that thought sink in, then says, On the bright side, that sparkler looks to have put her in a great mood!
"Oh joy. Fer the record, I'm against my blood bein' boiled. Welp, time to get this over with." Hobbes stands up accepting Percy's help and walks over to Allie, entranced by her sparkler like a wide-eyed child and a firefly. "Hey there. You like the gift?" He grins during the icebreaker.
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Sigrun looks down at Lyosha, her expression a mix of emotions. She remains where she is letting the gentle hearted warrior enjoy the rare moment of peace.
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"... Alma... "
Alma, so soft...
Alma, so warm...
Alma, so strong...
Eyes like night...
Face like heavens...
Hair like crimson...
... Wait... That's... Not right...
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What a sorry lot of broken souls we are...Lady, grant us some strength.
A little peace would be nice as well.
Allie smiles wistfully at the sweet Halfling. "Hey there, I love it! It reminds me of home. You're really nice!"
Her demeanor is open and friendly, and there's not even a hint of any pyromaniac urges. If you didn't know better, you wouldn't think she could even hurt a fly.
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A complex expression passes over Sigrun's face for a moment before she simply sighs quietly.
Allie smiles wistfully at the sweet Halfling. "Hey there, I love it! It reminds me of home. You're really nice!"
Her demeanor is open and friendly, and there's not even a hint of any pyromaniac urges. If you didn't know better, you wouldn't think she could even hurt a fly.
"Figured you'd like it. So speakin' of that, I like yer sister. And I'd like it if ya were okay with that. I won't hurt her. She's a great gal. So are you."
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Back and forth his dreams danced, as fickle as the fey as he stirred somewhere between between the land of the living and the dreaming.
Upon foreign shores he saw a colossal treant covered in glass ransacking a city of strange buildings that wedged upwards, cats on two legs fleeing about in the chaos.
In an old forgotten library where the lights had gone out he saw a dark bird flutter to and fro in search of a specific book, in the corner sat an old thin man reading, uncaring for the ever changing world around him.
In a room before a kitchen he saw a queen leading an army, massive in number but not in size, they were of mice, against a pale giantess that barred them from the pantry.
Stepping through the kitchen he saw a knight dive into a furnace to save a lady, just as a lady wearing the same face stoked the flames.
Slithering across the threshold of a familiar tent he found a woman upon a bearskin rug waiting for him with a smile upon her face. She did not seem scared as his scaled body coiled around her, returning his tight embrace. He had missed this warmth, this feeling of safe. Happiness.
Laying there coupled she whispered words to him long forgotten while she picked up her weapon. Asking him a question he returned her smile before gladly presenting her his neck. With a single swipe the rest of his body fell away, leaving his still grinning head in her hand.
Returning to her people she presented the grinning snake at which she was crowned King and lived and ruled happily, while the beast rotted and wasted to the bone, becoming forgotten to tales stuck in an old book in an old library where the lights had gone out.
But even in death he would awaken, for all dreams ended, no matter how desperately the dreamer clutched.
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Percy waits a few steps behind Hobbes so she can see her sister's reaction.