#guest muse: opettaja Aamunkoitto

[shiroi---kumo]

( @aquaticsoul is cuddly ) ->

✨📚 / ☀️📚 +

The blankets are all out of smells again. Normally, he would just swap them, but he cannot seem to find a way to do it without waking either of his friends this time.

After an increasingly stressful few minutes spent trying to figure it out, he finally finds a solution: moving his entire blanket and pillow supply from his room to their bed in a strategically-arranged pile.

They will just have to deal with him for a while. He picks up one of Valo's arms to put himself under it, burrowing his face against the historian's chest as he settles into the first proper Misterican nest made in the past sixteen years. This is his comfy spot now.

Hopefully they don't get too upset.

.·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. There is an invader in their bed. A small blue invader that neither of them need to open their eyes to know who it is. He's crawled into their bed far too many times before from all the way back to his very first week of employment by the palace. It's almost too easy the way the newest member of the nest manages to sandwich himself between them.

An arm is lifted after a blanket is added. A body soon follows along with more pillows and once that arm is lifted and a smaller form of blue has squirmed his way underneath, the Historian only coos a little as his locks down and he gives the body a tight but quick squeeze. His eyes never open and his head leans to rub his horns against those of the man in his arms.

A larger arm swings over the both of them as the man of pink moves himself closer to keep that new form firmly (but gently) sandwiched between them. He took leans down without opening his eyes to place a gentle kiss on the top of a cyan head. It's then that the purring starts. Loudly does the pair begin to let their bodies fall to a natural rumble. It's so much warmer now and they're both so comfortable.

They've been so exhausted since finally finding a place they could call safety. Revon is still recovering from his injuries, Sielu is with them now and Pilvi is healthy and safe. There isn't much more to worry about now. They could sleep a little longer.

Like they used to all those long years ago. Now it finally feels like home.

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Everything in this place is upside-fuckin'-down and he hates it. Fuery is trying to show him around the place with Pinkie as their guide. They got brought to another strange man he could call lollipop mk. 2 if he wanted to because even though they have described him as the word 'orange' he sure isn't what he would fuckin' call that color.

"Valo - Aamunkoitto - "

All heads turn at the new voice as there is a man of bright green hair as tall as a tree and if he remembers right he was the silent guy with tall dark and broody.

"Hey Tree Guy." The teenager injects before anyone else can answer. "Where the fuck is yer friend n' didja ev'r find sugar cube like ya said ya would?"

He watches as pink eyes lock in on him and stare for a moment. He's quiet and the teenager finds himself crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for an answer.

"Sugar Cube?" He can only say as he tilts his head in question. "I'm afraid I don't follow. Anyway I came to tell Valo and Aamunkoitto that not only did we bring the bring back safely... but Sinfonia had him."

He doesn't have a chance to explain what he means because apparently no one knows fuckin' names in this joint before the lollipop duo are near leaned over themselves at the other name that got mixed into that mess.

"Sinfonia?!"

"He's alive?!"

Tree guy is nodding and he doesn't know why this sin-phony-whatever wouldn't be. There is something here he's missing. Maybe he's important to them and they would understand why it was so imperative that he found Al some time fuckin' soon hopefully.

"Joo. He's alive. He's with Sielu right now, and His Highness is resting. The doctor put one of those sugar lines in Sinfonia's arm for the time being because he's very sour. Very very sour."

"Thank Tiamat they're finally together. He needed this."

"Maybe Sielu will finally start feeling a little better. He must be so relieved to have his bond."

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ It's nice to hear that Valo and Aamunkoitto are here and together no less. Being without your bond is hell and it's not a hell he ever plans on experiencing ever again. Sielu is clung to him so thoroughly he almost wonders if the man is trying to push himself inside of him so their spirits can truly become one. What color would they be then?

Green probably with the yellow dominance of his orange and that would be fine with him. That would be more than fine. Then he would have the toxins required to keep away anyone in this world that dare threaten the being his heart beats for. He doesn't care if Sielu crawls right into his chest. His breath is his anyway. He's always belonged to him and that has never changed - even now - even after all these years.

But the sound of his love's voice is breaking his heart. He can hear the break in it. The fear. The uncertainty. The loneliness.

Just what did that bitch do to him? He'll tear her throat out for it the next he see her.

He can hear all of it in Sielu's voice as he begs him not to leave. Not to go anywhere. To stay right here with him and he can't think of a place he'd rather be. Sielu swears he'll do whatever he needs to "get him better" and how he'll take care of him now. So all he can do is stroke his hand gently through blue locks as he holds the smaller man as close as he can with this thing stuck in his arm and they were right - he wants to tear it out.

He wants to tear it right out because Aqua comes before whatever it is. Is it really sugar? He supposes he'll have to find out. It certainly feels like it is.

"En lähde minnekään, rakkauslaulu. Lupaan. Olen täällä ja olen sinun aivan kuten olen aina ollut."

( I'm not going anywhere, Love Song. I promise. I'm here and I'm yours just like I always have been.)

"Joten itke kaikki mitä tarvitset. Ei hätää. En jätä sinua enää koskaan. Olen pahoillani."

(So cry all you need to. It's okay. I will never leave you again. I'm sorry.)

Sitriini wants to know if he's angry with him for being late.

But it's better late than never, isn't it? He thinks so. It has him near frantically shaking his head, shoving his face into the man's side just so he can be as close as possible. It still doesn't feel close enough. It never will unless they mix their Mist, but this will have to do for now.

"Ei, ei," he squeaks. "I could never be mad at you. Not - not for this. I'm just glad you're here again. Just don't go. I'll take care of you and get you better. Whatever you need. I promise."

Pale hands twist into tattered fabric. He can't breathe in enough of the smell, yet still the floral undertone remains and he can't say he wants his bond to be covered in it - but he also can't tell whether it's real.

Maybe Revon will have an answer when he returns. It will make more sense when he can ask, even if the answer scares him. If Herba had her hands on his bond for any length of time, he doesn't know what he'll do.

He doesn't know if he'll be able to fix that kind of damage. He certainly hasn't fixed it in himself, regardless of how hard he's been trying. Maybe he needs to think about something else.

"Valo is- here. Valo. Remember, we looked for him? And Aamunkoitto and Revon. They are here. With Pilvi's human and Cid. The doctor. They are nice. I like them. You will too, I think. I missed you. Please don't leave."

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Neither pair of eyes look up when footsteps enter room. The historian is perched in bed again, health failing for the day as it had so many times in years long past. Mint green eyes are focused in on the book in pale hands as the man of orange reads over the words as quietly as his mist.

"You can join us if you want Sielu, it's no trouble." The younger of the pair says as the dawn turns only to stop as deep pink meets jade green. "Ah - ah Your Highness I didn't -"

"Am I interrupting something-?"

"N-no not at all."

A head of orange is raising, soft mint meeting jade moons as a smiles stretches out behind the man's mask.

"Minun Pilveni. What can we do for you, Highness?" (My Pilvi)

That's enough of a welcome for the prince to enter as his weight shifts from side to side making his way across the room to take a seat beside the bed the historian occupies.

"What are you reading? Sorry I haven't -"

"Nonsense. I know you've been busy, Pilvi. There's no need for apologies. I'm just glad you're here and you're okay."

The Dawn shifts to pull a second chair up next to the young prince so he can join their conversation.

"Highness, we are aware that things that been complicated for you and for Sielu. We know Revon has needed your presence far beyond anything we could understand. It's alright that you've taken some time. We waited for you for sixteen years. Waiting a little longer is no trouble."

Jade drops down to his lap as hands stitch together to twist fingers into themselves. Fingers picking awkwardly at fingernails while the boy turned man starts fidgeting with what to do and what to say.

"I - I missed you both so much. I was so scared I lost you. I - did some pretty foolish things when you disappeared and I - "

A hand is moving from the lap of the man of pink to rest upon fidgeting hands in hopes of calming the lunar prince's nerves.

" -whatever you did is done, Highness. All that matters is you're here with us now."

There is a drop of his head as he nods, listening to the elder's words as the pink star speaks only for the orange to chime soon after.

"Come here, Highness. Come set with me. Let me hold you. It's been so long and I -please let me be this selfish."

So he rises, moves to shift himself up to the edge of the bed so he can perch himself next to the man of orange only for the starlight to reach forward and envelope him in his arms. Softly is he brought to the elder's chest, just as softly as tears start to rain like falling stars weeping from a sunlit dawn.

His mask floods back, lips pressing down with love behind the motion as they gently rest into snowy hair. His family. His binds. He's missed them all so much and how Opettaja Valo is acting now ... Is how he should have known it was all a trick.

This was the truth of it. This is what the man was really like. There was no ulterior motive or grand scheme to whisk him back into hell's grasp this time. This time it was just Opettaja Valo and Opettaja Aamunkoitto and this time he was safe.

He should have known. He should have known they would never be apart. He should have known Aamunkoitto would never leave Valo's side. Not with the state of his health and not since it seemed the state of said health hadn't improved even in all these years.

"Rakastan Sinua, Minun Pilveni. Paljon. Niin Paljon." (I love you my Pilvi. A lot. So much.)

And the scent of books and fresh ink is filling his senses to the brim. The smell of fresh tea and the soft dew of the morning. This was Opettaja Valo. No dust or mildew.

This was Tähtien for truth this time.

And he finds himself sinking into his hold. He finds himself sinking into his arms and melting against his chest so he can listen to the heartbeat that has always been a tad bit weaker than most but still proud all the same. He's sinking and he doesn't mind going under this time.

It's been so long...

The bed sinks down. There is weight just behind him and strong arms are reaching forward to wrap both himself and Valo within the embrace of the rising sun. He feels so small like this. He feels so small as he is neatly tucked into the space between both of them, and he doesn't have it in him to move because as Aamunkoitto's head leans down, he can feel the tears dropping onto his shoulder.

He's always been a crier. Despite the frowns and deep voices. Despite the strict rules and unwillingness to accept any of his tomfoolery, Opettaja Aamunkoitto has always been so quick to cry.

"I missed you so much, Highness. I was scared. So scared we lost you. I didn't know what to do. How to keep going. It was miserable. We thought you were -"

"But I'm not." The youngest sounds as he allows his body to fall into a low purr. "I'm not and I'm okay and I'm right here in your arms. I'm alive and you're not dreaming Opettaja. I promise you, I'm not a dream. I'm really here with you."

The tears rain harder. Both their souls storm. A torrential downpour that had been held a bay for so many years too long.

Both men can only hold on to him so tightly. Both men can only thank the heavens that he's okay. That he's alive and he doesn't know how to tell them the truth so for now he'll just allow himself to curl into their presence and he'll allow himself to be tucked away from the world where he can be safe within their arms.

He's no longer a child, long since grown into a man but for the next few moments he'll remain their boy just as they remember him. He doesn't have the heart to tell them they have to let go.

[shiroi---kumo]

📚☀️☁️ + hair care routine??? how long does it take to braid?

[ X ] || accepting

"That's all you'd like to know? Well in truth - "

"It takes a while and his hair gets carefully washed at least twice a week because there is so much of it. I am always very gentle when I wash his hair for him. I take my time brushing it all out and it takes me a little while to get it all braided back but if we don't do that it'll snarl and then it takes even longer to get any knots out of it. I can't imagine Nousi cutting it though. I love his hair as long as it is. He's been growing it out since we were kids, so I just can't imagine him with short hair anymore."

[shiroi---kumo]

( @aquaticsoul , the glitter pen has concerns. )

📚☀️ +

Sielu's being exceptionally clingy to Aamunkoitto today beyond just choosing a spot to nap. He's been like this since he's woken, ignoring any other possible places to be in favor of wrapping all four of his limbs around the mathematician, hands both tightened in a death grip around whatever fabric they could find. And he's stayed like that for hours. He's started to speak a few times, but cut himself off before he could get very far into it - and it's not out of fear. It's out of "trying to make the words make sense", and at least he did manage to explain that much a while ago. Finally, though, after spending time trying to think between short naps, he decides to just tell the truth plain and simple. "I'm having a bad day," he mumbles, and it's possibly the most honest thing he's ever said in his life. "My chest hurts and I'm tired and... the plants keep saying you're going to hate me when we find him. You're going to hate me and get rid of me because he's better than I am but... You wouldn't do that, would you? I don't feel like you would... They're lying, right?"

.·:*¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨*:·. Fingers are slowly stroking and twisting through blue waves and even if they've been stuck out here in the forest more often than not most days now because of his stupid mouth, that doesn't mean they've neglected basic care and that means making sure that Sielu's hair (and his own) got brushed each and every day. These musical waves of blue are an ever extending song nowadays and he'll listen to whatever tune they have to sing for him.

No matter the genre. Whatever it was, that was fine.

Sielu says he's having a bad day and with the way the musician is clinging to him like a lifeline he gathered that much. At least he's honest about it this time though. He's honest in his fears that once they find the prince - find Pilvi - that they'll simple replace him and turn on him as the prince apparently did.

He still wants to know the full story with that and wants to hear the reasoning for it from the prince's mouth because it doesn't make any sense no matter which one of it had been but it makes even less sense for it to have been Aqua Sielu of all people. Mr. Nap Spot Do Not Touch the Prince himself.

It hadn't mattered how old the prince got. Somehow he managed to drop that man from time to time and sure enough they would find the pair of them curled up and sleeping when they should have been working. They were so close. It was no mystery why having someone like Valkoinen Pilvi abandon him was so crushing. Soul Binding aside. Even if the two had not been bound it still would have hurt just as much. Sielu treated that boy as if he was his own from the day he met him and Pilvi - he adored Sielu so none of it made any sense.

So that's why he would still like to hear the reasoning straight from the prince. His answer would decide on whether he hugged him or he punched him. Even if the boy was his Liege, that doesn't mean he wouldn't knock him down a peg when he needed it and if he was still the same person - his Pilvi wouldn't have it any other way.

He expected his binds to check him and to keep him in line and on the right path.

It doesn't make sense, but doubting Sielu or questioning what he experienced wasn't going to change anything other than making it all worse. What happened, already happened and he couldn't do anything to take it back - so disqualifying what Sielu experienced because of his own questions and doubts would just make the musician spiral again and no one needed that.

"He is my liege and you are my friend. The two of you are not the same. He cannot replace you in my heart. It would be like saying I would simply stop being friends with Valo because of the prince and we all know that's impossible. No matter what His Highness has to say about it, you're not going anywhere. We won't just abandon you. He is my Liege and you are my Glitter Pen. Simply not comparable. I love you both for different reasons, but His Highness has never quite had the same sparkle that you do. Even now you're still so glittery."

His other hand moves and it slowly slips under cyan bangs and swipes them to the side so there is a clear path to the man's forehead and a light kiss is placed down on the top of his head.

"Whatever you're hearing is a lie. I will always want you in my life, as long as you'll have me. You're family to me. No one can ever replace that."

[shiroi---kumo]

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

📚☀️ +

"Hyvää syntymäpäivää," he says. "... No present really, but... I wanted to tell you."

It's plain. It's simple. He doesn't have anything to his name to offer as a gift aside from the cookies he's holding out.

"Thanks for being alive an entire additional year. I think I'd fall to pieces without you. Rakastan sinua."

It's not grand, but the attempt at humor is the best he can do. If one were to look closely enough, they'd be able to catch the hint of the very rare genuine smile creeping onto his face.

He smiles a genuine smile at the offered cookies and the well wishes but his arms open instead to pull the man of blue into them so he can hold him lightly with one hand pressed against cyan hair to allow the musician to rest his head against the elder's chest.

"Kiitos. I already have the best present I could ask for though. You. However, your cookies taste like your mother's, so I won't ever deny them. Thank you for being here with me. Rakastan Sinua niin paljon, Aqua."

[shiroi---kumo]

Misterica - Land of Mist || Always Accepting

Anonymous asked: 📚☀️☁️ + What made you fond of those twins you keep so close, anyway? They seem like the type of people you'd scold for a lack of discipline and try to avoid... and their Mist is nowhere even close in color to yours. How do their antics not get on your last nerve? Shouldn't they be working instead of slacking off? They're supposed to teach the prince, but are they even doing that? Why would you ever tolerate their behavior?

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. "For starters, you're getting on my last nerve faster than either of those two do. Also their names are Sielu and Sydän, not 'those twins'. Being twins doesn't sum up their entire reason for being. They're twins but they're entirely different people with different personalities, so I suggest you respect this.

As for slacking off, they hardly do either. Both of them are some of the hardest working Mistericans in their fields I have ever met. Do you think they became experts at their crafts over night? Obviously you know nothing of the arts.

So for your information if you must know, I tolerate their behaviors because they are both literal geniuses in the arts they profess in. They are teaching the prince and masterfully I might add. Prince Pilvi is becoming single-handedly the most talented musician and dancer, Misterica has ever seen and they're to thank for it.

There's more to life than your human based academics. The sheer arrogance ... I swear."

[shiroi---kumo]

📚☀️+ what's the most complicated decision you've ever had to make?

"The most complicated decision I've had to make? It was right before Pilvi found us out in the wilds of this world. We were stuck because we couldn't go into town anymore after I foolishly asked around if anyone knew the boy, not knowing how much this world hates him. We were attacked by a beast, and Revon begged us to run. Sielu refused and even if I had tried, I couldn't - not when Tähtien when down. The illness he had already been fighting, getting the better of him. We were all so sour but it was getting to Tähtien and Sielu more than Revon and I.

So the decision was to stay, and die with my fellow binds. The family of my soul, or to take Tähtien and run. Tähtien is my bond and my best friend but I care for Revon and Sielu like family. I couldn't abandon them no matter how much Revon begged me to do so and Sielu gave permission as if he wouldn't have been mad if I simply abandoned them.

Tähtien never would have forgiven me and I don't even know with the state he was in, if we would have survived. If Pilvi hadn't dropped from the heavens when he did we all would have died. It makes me wonder how Sinfonia did it for so long because the years certainly wore on us and Tähtien and I always had Revon."

[shiroi---kumo]

What's your earliest memory, Aamunkoitto?

"My earliest memory? That was some time ago. Mother and Father were both knights and fought in the war. Mother was a skilled warrior and Father too, but he was a combat medic. The war took them both from me. They were strict and there was a very precise set of rules in our house, but yet they loved me endlessly. If you're wondering both my parents were of pink mist. My entire family, cursed by the church.

People in school avoided me. That's my earliest memory. People in school avoided me and I didn't understand why. I had no friends and the whole of my classmates made sure to stay clear of me. I was much too young to understand the damage that the church had done and would continue to do. Misterica was already busy fighting a war against Windaria - we shouldn't have been fighting each other and yet - we were.

And we would continue to do so. I watched the populace point fingers at each other and place blame right up until the Dark Gales hit.

But regardless. I couldn't understand why people were afraid of me, and if that doesn't make sense to you stranger, it is because my Mist has the ability to strip your sight away. A cruel joke in a way. Anyone who dared mock my own sight - I can make them just as blind as I am if only for a little while. Perhaps worse. I haven't lost my sight completely, yet.

I made my first friend as a child when I was just a tiny thing. A young boy slightly older than me by two years, from a few classes ahead of me. My sight has always been poor but it got worse as the years rolled on and this boy never cared. Tähtien never cared. He still doesn't now. My first friend, who took my hand and told the other kids to back off and leave me alone when they could make fun of me.

My first friend who would let me come stay at his house with his family when mine was pulled away by the war again...and let me stay when the war took them from me entirely. I didn't have anywhere else to go after that. Mother and Father faded in the war. The Windarians took them away. So what was I supposed to do? I was only a boy. But Tähtien didn't mind. His family took me in anyway. "

[shiroi---kumo]

Dawn's Day || Accepting

@expressionbean asked:

☀️📚 + How do you feel about Kain?

"Pilvi's small human. He has earned his place. He is so kind to all of us and very polite and respectful. I can see the love in his eyes when he looks at His Highness or even talks about him. I can see why Pilvi chose him as his bond. I trust him with my boy. He is also so kind and concerned about us. I've seen him be so gentle with Sielu and Valo and go out of his way to make sure Revon is eating and taking the time to take care of himself.

He seems to be quite good at mechanics because I've seen what he's done to Pilvi's room for him. The cloud lighting and the loft and sound proofing the room for when storms roll in. It came in handy the other day for all of us. He has my stamp of approval. He'll make a fine bond for His Highness."

[shiroi---kumo]

Dawn's Day || Accepting

@expressionbean asked:

☀️📚 + Thoughts on Black Wind?

"The Windarian is complicated. He's - ... he's the foretold bringer of destruction by the text of our religion but Pilvi says most of the sacred text were altered and largely untrue. So I don't know how to feel about him. Our entire religion dictated that he would engage Pilvi in battle and kill him but he hasn't lifted a finger to do so. In fact, I have seen him be quite tolerant of the prince's antics and he seems almost protective of him in a way.

I could do without the direct translation of his name, though I can understand if Pilvi doesn't want a Windarian speaking his name in our mother tongue aloud. I would never impose my views on His Highness.

The Windarian is passable for now but I have my eye on him. I don't trust him but I don't distrust him if that makes sense. He's not in the negatives yet but he's not quite in the positives. He's found himself at dead zero... but he is vessel to Lord Bahamut and I also don't know how to feel about such a thing since our religion stated that the Dragon Lord was the Devil himself, but Lady Tiamat wouldn't think so poorly of her brother would she?

I am just struggling to trust someone who is tied so closely to the soil."

[shiroi---kumo]

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. They keep getting pushed from town to town and it's exhausting, even for him but especially for Sielu and Valo. The Historian can only hide his symptoms so well and recent weeks, it's been worse than normal. He's slower in his motions and coughing. Even with keeping his mask on at near all times, he's coughing. He hasn't wanted to say anything about it, but his breath his smelling awfully sour - they all are and the small bits of fruit they keep managing to find within the few times that don't immediately run them out haven't been enough to keep their levels up.

And now they are being run out of towns faster than ever when Aamunkoitto made one very foolish mistake. He doesn't blame the man, it was all on their minds but he should have been a little more cautious about voicing. A woman with long hair of a deep brown and animal like ears had been glaring them from across the street, holding what he could only assume her child close to her chest. She was watching their every move until she finally broke and snarled at them, as the Knight had approached a vendor on the street to attempt to purchase from goods.

"Get out of here!" She had hissed at him. "We don't need your kind! You're just like Lord Makenshi and we don't want you here!"

And that was when the man of roses made a terrible mistake. It's only to lead to make their lives worse ever since.

In the purity of his innocent, Aaamunkoitto had approached the woman and smiled the best he possibly could in that moment despite his face being half covered by his mask.

"If you've met him, can you tell us where he is? We'd like to find him, so if you could - point us in the right direction we would be most grateful."

Grateful to find the White Devil.

What could they possibly be thinking?!

They were declared devils on the spot and drove out of town without question and word must have spread because finding any town that would tolerate them for more than a few hours now was nigh impossible.

The Aurorean doesn't want to make the Dawn feel any worse about this than he already does. They could survive in these conditions for the most part but Valo and Sielu were looking.... the knight is sighing as he thinks about it; pink vision dropping to glance at the man of blue in his arms and his consistently paling complexion. Neither the musician or the historian were looking very good at all.

They needed to find some place or someone who wouldn't looking at them like demons and devils soon because the man of green can only assume this town would run them out in moments once they realized who they were. He could hope not though. Valo and Sielu needed beds to sleep in. This sleeping outdoors on the ground wasn't doing them any good.

None of them really.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Kain seems to have the situation under control, and he's digging through his bag to give him what appears to be a two way radio and upon explanation, it seems that's exactly what it is. He'll have to set Kain down and ask him about all of this later but right now he needs to go back through medical records and to run this blood sample he took, so he can find out just exactly what was wrong.

Because something was very very wrong.

"Thank you, Kain. I'll keep it on me at all times. Just call for me if anything changes or you need anything." He sounds with a smile and a sigh - shoulders rising a little only to fall with the motion moment's later. "I'm going to run this blood sample and I'll keep you updated with what I find out. If he wakes up and needs anything, just call and I'll bring it."

Indigo eyes are shifting over to glace at the pale form of the man of snow and he sighs again. Too many times has he seen him in that bed. Too many times has he seen him littered with the injuries or worse not breathing. He needs to know why the scars on Kumo's stomach and he assumes his back have gotten bigger.

"I'm trusting you with him."

And the engineer is finally leaving the room to part with his temporary help and head back to his office. He needs to get this blood sample set up to see what's going on and he sets the small metal square that is the Misterican's mask down on his desk once he enters the room.

Soon he's pulling out his files and the graphs and the timeline he'd been working on earlier when he was speaking to Knave about his concerns several weeks back. There's something deeper going on here than just a case of Kumo pushing himself too hard...

@flameleads -> forgotten-teammates -> shiroi---kumo

Of all the times for Hayate to run off, it had to be right after he ate. Roy wanted to be mad. As he followed behind both the Lieutenant and her dog, he wanted to be mad that their schedule just got ruined by what could be nothing. But, he knew that dog, and he knew Hayate didn’t run off without a reason. He smelled something. For all the two of them knew, it could be Edward and Alphonse! Their search could be soon over!

Would it be silly of him to hope that, after only a week of searching, he would find them? He didn’t want to go another minute without knowing where they were, that they were safe, warm, fed, in his arms—

It wasn’t them.

The Lieutenant came to a slow stop several feet in front of him, leading him to stop as well. She did not raise a weapon, and she did not seem alarmed by the man standing not too far from her. Roy tried not to look crestfallen at the fact that Falman met his gaze instead of a pair of golden eyes. What was he… why was he in Wonderland? Wasn’t he supposed to be in Briggs? Of all the places in Amestris, Briggs was safe. Briggs couldn’t be part of Wonderland now—Major General Armstrong wouldn’t have it. But, she wasn’t in Briggs anymore anyway, which meant… well, fuck. Nowhere was safe.

Fuckity fuck everything to shit.

The salutes came with ease—sloppy on Roy’s part, but with ease. It wasn’t as if he saluted anyone at the Comodeen. He and Kain were on a first-name basis now, and he had a feeling Breda wasn’t too far behind. The Lieutenant was the only exception, and she would undoubtedly remain that way for the rest of her life. His first name wouldn’t ever leave her mouth except when they were under cover. Falman, though, was different. He was far more formal, more prone to toe the line. 

And he had no idea what happened thus far, the things they knew, or what they knew of this damn place. They had a lot to catch up on indeed.

First things first, though…

Roy Mustang did not believe in angels. Yet, that did not explain why he could suddenly hear a choir of them singing in perfect harmony as Second Lieutenant Vato Falman all but glowed in front of him. Perhaps his time stationed at Briggs turned him into one of those divine creatures. Whatever the case was, Roy found himself a believer the second the word “coffee” left that man’s lips. It could be made of dirt for all he cared. The important fact was that it was coffee, something he hadn’t had in months, and he could use every ounce of it.

“You really are a sight for sore eyes, Falman. Congratulations on the promotion!” Roy offered him a smile before giving him his hand to shake. “I would love some coffee. Take a break while I get a fire going.”

“We’re limiting you to one cup only, Colonel,” the Lieutenant chimed in as she watched him gather some brush, “Your doctor may not be here, but I still remember your orders.”

“Yeah yeah.” One hand waved at her. “You said you’ve got a lot to report? How long have you been here? Last I heard you were at Briggs, but I’m guessing Briggs came here. Major General Armstrong’s gonna be pissed if that’s the case. Either way, tell me what happened, and we’ll share what we know too.” 

flameleads-> @forgotten-teammates -> shiroi---kumo

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The Demons come out || Accepting

Anonymous accused:

the demons come out: ☀️📚 + How helpless do you feel knowing you almost lost the others? It was your own negligence that put you all out in the wilds, was it not?

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. He almost hates this place as much as he hates the forests. He almost hates this place as much as he hates the towns because even if they're in a place they're supposed to be able to call safe now some days it hardly feels that way. Tähtien is still sick and Sielu is a shadow of the man he used to be. Pilvi is... different and Revon fell back into older habits just the same as if he regained his missing breath.

There were so many faces here he doesn't know and so many names he can't remember. So many new words he doesn't understand and people that Pilvi called friend without a second thought that he found himself wondering how he could. There were humans here and people that were not human but also not Misterican and he didn't know where to place them or how to even begin asking questions and then there were -

-the voices.

The quiet whispers that float down the halls and fall into his ears and he almost wonders if anyone else can hear them because Tähtien always just continues to read his book and Pilvi continues to talk to his small human and Sielu remains hiding in the dark. Revon is always just outside the room wherever Pilvi rests so it's easy at least to know where the prince is.

At least that level of normalcy has been restored.

At least that.

But there is the voices that only reach his ears and they're - they're right this time. It was his negligence that put them out in the wilds and it was because of that - that Revon got hurt and Sielu almost died and Tähtien collapsed. It was his fault and if Pilvi had been a minute later they all could have faded then and there.

If Pilvi had been one minute later then they would have -

He can't think about this right now and he can't answer them because he knows they're right. He needs to focus on the present and not how much guilt he's been carrying around because of it. Tähtien wanted tea and Sielu's room is on the way. He can spare him his jacket.

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·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. His Highness has tried to explain the people here but it hasn't all come across well. Tähtien is feeling well today as he is most others but that leaves him to navigate this mess on his own. It's nothing like the palace. Far as he's aware there are people here from a world known as Amestris, his Highness says and they are humans he's explained.

As long as they didn't make problems for himself and His Highness, he honestly could care less. Though he would be lying if he said it didn't interest him to find out that these humans seem to be new here and while himself and his fellow co-binds were the newest to take up residence in this building, apparently the humans have only come to have been thrown in this world within the space of the last year.

And there was no language barrier.

Apparently His Highness had found most of them over the course of the last year while he was out ... looking for a boy? One of the humans' children apparently. There is a child here already - a girl he sees running about. Pilvi has only explained so much and he doesn't have the best grasp of this damn language.

So he's stopping for a moment as he sees a blond man with soft blue eyes leaving a room to step in the hall.

"Ante -Excuse me." He calls out cutting off his reflex to speaking in a language far more comfortable. He's sure that's one of these Amestrians.

"Would you mind lending me a hand for a moment?" He needs to get a few things for Tähtien and an extra pair of hands would be helpful.

|| @madalchcmist if you have time he could just a bit of help.

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📚☀️ + *hands him a single blank piece of paper*

"I suppose you think this is ... funny."

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Would you rather... || Accepting

@dont-call-me-a-lyre asked:

📚☀️☁️ + would you rather have to take on sielu or sydän in a fistfight? one is really strong and the other is extremely fast/agile. i'm sure you can figure out which you're statistically more likely to win though, right math man? what do you choose?

"While I could set here and ramble about statistics with you all night, the answer to this not question has a much simpler answer than you're giving them credit for. I would rather worry about factors over statistics and the fact of the matter is sydän is the only answer here. Sielu bites."