#wingedthorne

[draconicfool]

     Suppose in a way, that was something they had in common. That Eros quite hated having nothing to do. But in this moment, at least there was technically something. He was making sure that his newest patient was okay. That was enough to keep his mind occupied for now. To keep him from getting too antsy himself. 

     Besides, it was best to keep an eye on the stranger that just showed up on his doorstep, right?

     “ Mm, I guess somethin' like an assistant sounds fine enough. Someone t' help with th' paperwork that needs t' be done ‘round here �� and errands when I c’n't get t' ‘em m’self. ” He tapped a manicured nail against his cheek. Seeming to think it over. “ Occasional deliveries of medicine f'er th' older folks works, too. ”

Sunday didn’t know what to do with himself, used to doing something aside from sitting there. Still, he managed to keep his hands from fidgeting, taking in the kitchen with curiosity. He’d never seen much beyond Penacony’s own, personal buildings in the reality and dreamscape. And even then, that would be on a whim, wanting to make his own cake; or fixing a drink.

He never did much beyond that – he had no reason to.

“What sort of work will you be needing? I’m good at numbers, and clerical work.” Gopher Wood had him doing that since he was little, when it came apparent that he had no interest or inclination to the show business like Robin did. “If you need someone to deliver things, I can do that as well.”

[haloedwings]

Continued from [here] | @wingedthorne

Robin had been having strange dreams. She didn't quite understand them, but she worried they had something to do with the state of Penacony. She hoped not. She worried about the people here, and she also worried about her brother. He had been seeming a little... different, lately. Perhaps he was worn out?

She silently prayed for forgiveness as she stopped him before he went out for the day, running down the hallway before he left.

As he turned, confused, amusement plain in his features, her troubles eased a little. It was fine. Everything was fine. A smile came to her face, and she lifted her hands to adjust and then re-adjust the cross-tie on his chest. "I hope you have a marvelous day," she said softly, "that's all." She looked up at him, smiling.

[wretchedstraystars]

@wingedthorne

"For the last time. I don't know what 'Penacony" is, I don't know how I got here, and I am not a 'stowaway' because of that fact."

Great. Just his luck. Winding up in a world so strict with security he didn't even have the chance to make a cover story. These "Bloodhounds" stupid fucking name had found him discombobulated on the street and questioned him. And seeing as he was not this world's native, he couldn't answer any.

Hence the situation he was in now.

Unimpressed as ever, he didn't even flinch when a fist banged against the table. What a pain.

"Look, you can interrogate me till the end of time, but it won't change the truth."

[melodicbreeze]

@wingedthorne | ( Cont. )

"Venti~!" That's all he has to give. Such a calm response has Venti giving a small laugh, though perhaps a touch quieter, as if he were reluctant to disturb the sense of peace.

"I've found those in positions of responsibility often have a scowl permanently etched into their face. Quite the work, you must do, to keep up your demeanor, hm?"

He shakes his head, then, putting the words behind him. "Forgive my boldness, this is simply my first visit to such a place. A wonder, really, it is."

[praetexere]

@wingedthorne

"Do you think Ena knew that the attempt to revive THEM would fail? It's hard to imagine an Aeon that has been assimilated by another being able to simply...reemerge without consequence." The definitely not an aeon wondered out loud.

"Even then, I don't think an aeon being usurped by another is a very common occurrence either, so how do we know something like that would've even worked?" Kairos huffed.

[littlebluestorm]

❝ we look up at the same stars and see such different things. ❞

"Do you think so?" She leaned back on her hands to peer up at them thoughtfully. "What do you see, then?"

Blue squinted at the stars thoughtfully, absently tracing familiar constellations and picking out ones she and Silver had made up together during their time on the run after their escape. There were far more of those than real ones she could pick out.

"I see people."

[starsasunder]

@wingedthorne, cont. from here.

Though nostalgia was often wont to color the memories of childhood golden, Penacony was somehow exactly as she remembered it - neither dimmed nor brightened by the years. The din of the Reverie brought memories rushing back, and as Inanna stepped lightly from the ship that had brought her hence, she clutched her suitcase close and peered up in wonder. But she had little time to appreciate it, her thoughts derailed by the sudden murmur that rushed through the surrounding crowd. She had just enough time to spot him before they closed in, the mob of awaiting paparazzi pressing close as cameras flashed and newshounds yelled for her companion's attention.

Robin, the darling of Penacony, had returned home at last, and of course her brother was there to greet her. As shouts rose around them, the Bloodhounds pressed in, shoving back the most aggressive of the reporters. Space cleared around them and Inanna missed what was said between siblings in the midst of the chaos, spacing out a bit as she nervously edged closer to the pop star's side, Robin her lighthouse amidst the storm. It took only a few moments for the crowd to be pushed back and some amount of calm to be restored, but during that time Inanna receded into her thoughts, so much so that she did not notice his approach until he was upon her.

“Ah, Miss Issar, it’s lovely to have you with us again,” Sunday said with a smile barely concealed as he offered her a welcoming bow, “and I see you’re our newly esteemed vendor for spirits. May I take this as a sign that you will be spending some time on Penacony? And if so, may I consider this the beginnings of a wonderful partnership between The Family and the Luofu?”

Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, familiar and yet much deeper than she recalled. Dragging her gaze away from the Reverie's grand sights, she greeted him with a smile that grew quickly once she spotted his own. "Sunday," she breathed, finding that the noise of the landing platform faded away entirely when she focused on him - a blessed relief for someone who disdained crowds as much as her.

Her hand had been taken as if on cue, gloved hand holding it firm as Sunday brought it up to press a chaste kiss ‘pon her fingers. Golden eyes flickered up to her, his smile pressed faint before he pulled away. Time and presentation, immaculate as ever. To an outsider, he was merely greeting an old friend in pleasant surprise. “Hm, yet you must wish to settle in your rooms. I will call upon you this evening – unless you wish for an earlier time?”

"I see you're still a charmer," she huffed, a faint flush of color rising to her cheeks as his lips ghosted across her knuckles. "Do you have any idea how good it is to see you?" For a moment he stunned her, all effortless grace in a way he had never been when they were children. Then she remembered herself, and all the training she had undergone to be a sufficient representative for her family's business enterprise.

Sketching a Xianzhou-style bow in return, she rose and tucked a silvery-blue curl behind her ear, needing something to fidget with. "Later is fine. I know Robin has an entire itinerary to fulfill, and I bet the two of you would like some time to catch up." She could take some time to settle into her suite, perhaps explore the dreamscape a bit on her own. She would vastly prefer that to the storm of politics and pleasantries that would inevitably follow in these two's wake.

[draconicfool]

     The smaller male lets out a pleased hum as he notices the other acquiescing to his request. Even that droop of his shoulder doesn't discourage the ever excitable doctor. 

     If anything, he finds it a bit cute the way the other seemed to mull it over.

     ��� Well y'er doctor thankfully doesn't mind jus' swayin' t'gether while th' music plays. He is a very understandin' man. ” He reached to rest a hand on the other's shoulder then. Batting those bright pink lashes up at the other. “ Ya ever been t' one of these fancy parties b'fore? I never thought they'd be somethin' I'd see growin' up in Boulder Town. But now th' planet's open and things are lookin' up… and now people like invitin' th' handsome doctor t' places like this. But s'nice seein' a familiar face. ”

@wingedthorne || c.

[melodicbreeze]

( I think I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again! I adore your Venti. You bring out the playful nature of a whimsical bard, and sprinkle in just enough for there to be an underlying current that Venti’s struggling with something. And let’s also delve into your multi!

Stelle is a delight! I love how aggressive she is, how she’s unafraid to set the record straight and makes a point that not everything is forgiven, but seems to be willing to extend some olive branches. ( situational, lol )

Ryou!!! I love Ryou and his grouchy half, Bakura <3 You handle both of them really well and it shines when they open up and be passionate about their separate interests!! I adore catching your threads when they fly by my dash!! )

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

YOU'RE SO SWEET I'm so glad you enjoy them!! I love writing them all so much. I love reading your writings too!! Casper is a delight, and Sunday is such a little squish to gnaw on haha. Thank you again<3

[haloedwings]

As Robin shifts her brother's tie (which was not at all out of place to begin with), she can sense he knows something's wrong. They've known each other long enough -- in fact, their whole lives -- for her to get a feeling of it. In fact, perhaps this is why Sunday can sense something's off as well.

Thus her brother decides to cancel his plans, saying his meeting with Gopher Wood can wait. Robin's gaze lifts to look at her brother, and she takes his hand, feeling a little more secure already. So she smiles, exhaling a little breath at her own foolishness, and nods.

"Of course. That sounds lovely." It will also help for her to walk around and see nothing's amiss in the sweet dream.

There was a discordant hum in the air.

Sunday held still as Robin’s hands fixed his tie, head tilting slightly to the left as her troubled expression shifted from troubled to smiles – he had a feeling that it wasn’t so simple as that. Nothing had ever really been simple for them, not ever.

“Well, I had intentions to, speak with the Dreammaster, but the appointment can wait.” Gopher Wood wouldn’t mind the wait if it meant that he was spending time with Robin. Sunday could easily smooth ruffled feathers and such with a few, carefully placed words.

It had, after all, been quite some time since Robin had returned to Penacony.

He offered his hand to his sister, smiling, “Come, shall we see what the planet of festivities has to offer us this day?”

[starsasunder]

@wingedthorne. cont. from here.

His gaze reluctantly dragged away from the drunk patron, Sunday found himself staring into shimmering silver. A pause, a hitch of breath. The atmosphere was too emotionally charged for his liking, and clearly Inanna had noticed his growing discomfort. His hand curled instinctively around her wrist, moving her hand up to press a kiss ‘gainst her palm. … What was it about her that made him do things like this? It was hard to say. “My apologies for such a scene, Miss Issar. Shall we retire elsewhere for the evening?”

She supposed, in hindsight, a foxian was quite an unusual site for those who called Penacony home. But that did not warrant the wandering hands that so frequently and confidently found themselves in her personal space. But where normally she was the one having to bristle and tell off anyone who dared to violate her boundaries, she had barely had time to squeak and register the drunkard's touch before Sunday came between them. She allowed him to push her behind him, gathering her fluffy tail to her chest and wrapping her arms around it.

It took her a moment to register what had happened, but when she did, she knew she had to act. She did not want Sunday to mar his immaculate reputation on her behalf.

Reaching up, she carefully slid her fingers along his jawline, cupping his face in her palm. A gentle redirect was all it took to have his eyes meet her own, and her gaze softened as she saw the glimmer of outrage behind those golden eyes. "It's okay, Sunday," she said quietly, a faint flush rising to her cheeks as his lips ghosted across her palm. "Somewhere else sounds lovely. I'm sure this gentleman won't mind if we excuse ourselves."

She was growing tired of the revelry anyway. She far preferred to keep him to herself.

[wretchedstraystars]

The childish urge to smirk at the gruff bastard in front of him was a challenge to resist, but he managed. His eyes kept pace with the Bloodhound's pacing - face impassive but mind racing. Ok, what the hell was he going to do out of here? Play up the innocent, lost traveler for sympathy? No, he'd wasted that with his outburst earlier. An amnesiac angle? No, he'll be monitored the second he's let free... if he's left free. Either way, he couldn't keep up that charade forever.

Maybe they'll kick him out. It's probably his best option.

".............." Oh great. The big shot is getting involved. Lionell couldn't help but think; 'what a handsome fellow'. For the first time in he didn't know how long, the boss was a being he'd never met before. Wings, a halo, an angel descended from above? Just what sort of place was this "Penacony"? Shame he might not be around long enough to see it.

"So long as we get this sorted, it's water under the bridge. And the only thing I remember about where I come from is the word "Earth"." Fuck it, selective amnesiac's the name of the game. Certain things on 'Penacony' can just trigger 'memories' whenever he sees them, so he doesn't have to play dumb forever.

A blink of confusion was evident on Sunday’s face as the other man spoke, yet said nothing – opting to take quiet notes until it was right. Which was now, since the Bloodhound representative scoffed and looked ready to argue his case further, to which Sunday gave a polite cough, “We’ve reviewed the records plenty of times, Mister Gallagher, and we are all in agreement. This man is not who we are looking for.” A polite smile, genuine in its softness.

Once, his companion stopped his pacing, Sunday approached Lionell with open hands. A sign and measure of trust, “Many apologies for the… brusque manner in which the Bloodhound family handled this situation, Mister… Lionell, was it? We are wary people by nature, given Penacony’s humble origins. Forgive us for this impropriety.”

A shift on his feet, the hands dropping so that Sunday may tuck his right behind his back, a habit. “May I ask, if it is not too much, if you know where you came from originally?”

[draconicfool]

     The dreamscape was an adventure, that much was for sure. So much so that a certain vidyadhara could hardly help himself from exploring. Thankfully, never too far from his father, doing whatever it was adults did while their children tended to run and play. A close eye kept on the ever excitable ball of pink fluff that Amatus was.

     A soft ‘oof’ that escaped the boy as he was bumped into by the other. Ears swiveling up and down before his tail started to wag. No, never upset. Only excited to see someone else his own age.

     Maybe a friend!

     “ S'okay! ” he insists, practically bouncing on his heels now. Oh, the little wings were cute! It was nice meeting someone else that wasn't human. Someone like him who was…different. Amatus found he quite liked that. “ Are ya um – playin' ‘round here, too? S' so pretty, ain't it?! ”

@wingedthorne || c.

[littlebluestorm]

“Blue, I’ve noticed you seem… adverse,” the term is chosen carefully, “to my familiars. Would you prefer I not use them in the meantime?” It was just the one origami bird, but he noticed she avoided it at any given moment. The curious little chr-chr-chr?? was heard as he put a hand on top of it from fluttering too much.

"I'm fine!" The strain in her voice gave away the lie even as she pulled her shoulders back to look more confident. "I'm not afraid of birds." She kept her gaze everywhere but the origami bird under his hand, shoving her own hands into her pockets.

"Your birds are fine!"