#zahkin mavdom

[roetrolls]

House Visit

You hear the clamor outside your door before Teddy even begins growling at it, a delayed reaction from your lusus that is more than a little unusual.

Her head swings towards the entrance, and you wipe your hands on your skirt before stepping around the kitchen counter to approach it, footsteps wary and cautious.

There’s a thud against the wood, not the rapping of knuckles, but a dull stomp that rattles the thing in its frame. Teddy’s lip pulls back into a snarl, and a wave of confusion and fear washes over you. You pat your pockets in search of your phone, wondering if you should call Sineha, when a voice sounds from outside.

“Ottana! I need some help out here!”

It’s unmistakable. Zahkin is here, just as you’d been dreading. 

Why your ex-kismesis is kicking your door, you have no clue, but you’re hesitant to answer his plea. Instead, you stand in the center of your living room, fingers weaving together in an anxious braid.

“Ottana!” he calls out again, straining slightly. “Come out here, please!”

Despite your pounding heart, you move closer to the door, bolstered somewhat by the fact that your guardian makes no effort to stop you.

It doesn’t seem to be a trap, at least, given her complacency, but you can’t help wondering why it took her so long to react when Zahkin first showed up.

He knows of her abilities. Did he find a way to combat them somehow?

Cautiously, you let your legs carry you closer, all but holding your breath as you draw near enough to open the door. Faintly, you hear Zahkin grunt, his breath heavy enough to carry through the wood.

“Please!” He tries once more, and you do not stop your hand as it rises to turn the lock.

When you open the door, you feel as though the floor has fallen out from under you.

Zahkin is there, as you expected, his once ill-fitting suit replaced with a well-tailored fleet uniform. He looks different. Grown. But his appearance isn’t what first catches your notice.

There is a towering blueblood at his side, one arm slung across Zahkin’s shoulders in a manner that suggests his presence is all that keeps this troll standing. He holds his head low, hair hanging in a curtain around his face, and his breathing is ragged and labored.

Zahkin grits his teeth with the effort of supporting the larger troll, one hand gripping the man by the wrist while the other arm snakes itself around his waist. 

Like Zahkin, the blueblood wears a fleet uniform, though his is far less pristine.

“Ottana, move!” The violet snaps. 

You blink, the intensity of the command returning you to yourself. Without a question, you pull yourself out of the doorway, watching as your former kismesis drags the near-unconscious stranger into your home.

Teddy tenses when they enter, three beady eyes centered squarely on Zahkin. Shockingly, though, she does not attempt to threaten him, allowing the seadweller to approach the sofa without any manner of protest.

Rather unceremoniously, he contorts himself over the couch and lets the man slide from his grasp, dropping him to the cushions in a heap. Now, lying on his back with one leg hanging off the side, you finally see the blueblood’s face in full.

A mangled sound rises from your throat, something between a gasp and a yelp, and your hands shoot up to cover your mouth.

Zahkin, slumped against the wall and fighting to catch his breath, watches idly as you rush to the larger troll’s side, dropping to your knees and ghosting your hands over him as if unsure what part of him you are even permitted to touch.

“Emmion…” You choke, palms shaking as you fight the urge to take him by the face and run your fingers over the moles and scars that have always defined your former moirail’s skin. There are more of the latter than you remember. His eyes are fixed blankly ahead, awake but unseeing, and you finally give in to the desire to cup his face in your hands.

Emmion raises an arm to place his fingers over yours, and you turn a tearful gaze to Zahkin in desperate hope of answers.

“He had some kind of psychic blowout,” the violetblood explains, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Took his vision and left the other senses scrambled. There was an order to euthanize.”

Your head snaps back to Emmion, a fresh wave of tears rolling down your cheeks. You remember, from your youth, the doctor’s appointments you had followed him to, the warnings he’d received. It was unusual for someone of his caste to possess psionics of any kind, and his body wasn’t built to handle them. He’d been content not to use them, then. How naive you were to think the fleet would be, too.

“I manage these sort of cases,” Zahkin continues, answering a question you had not thought to ask. “Not the orders, but the paperwork. I saw his name on my desk and I…” 

He gestures helplessly at Emmion, then tilts his head back and runs both hands down his face, a frustrated sigh falling from his lips.

“I fucked up, Tana. I broke so many laws.”

You look back at him, confusion lacing itself into your brow. Zahkin knew Emmion, of course, from the sweep their relationships with you had overlapped. But you never would have thought them close enough for this.

“Why?” You ask him, voice small.

“Cause I knew who he was.”

[roetrolls]

No one talk to me I’m thinking about what that Ottana drabble represents to me…….

Go ask Chase about their headcanon also, it’s a good one

And somebody tell 15 year old Roe that Zahkin’s getting the glow-up he deserves

[roetrolls]

panic for ottana

You've never heard Teddy bawl like this. Everything seemed fine when you woke up this evening, but as the night drew on, she began growing anxious.

Now, try as you might to calm her, the bear won't stop barking at you, all three of her eyes wide with alarm.

It's obvious she's had a distressing vision, and though you can't begin to fathom what she's foreseen, you know better than to ignore one of her premonitions.

Amidst Teddy's growing panic, you gather a small bag of clothes and a pre-made emergency supply kit, complete with food, water, and medicine. Just in case.

Then, you clamber onto your lusus' back, threading your fingers through her fur and holding on tight as she bursts from your hive. She takes off running into the woods, gigantic paws pounding against the dirt.

The forest passes in a blur, trees zipping by and animals fleeing from the giant bear's thundering steps. Her pace is steady, and before long you find your head growing heavy.

Whether she feels your grip loosening or senses the approaching sleep attack, Teddy slows to a trot, huffing loudly as she does. She seems calmer, at least. In that case, it should be safe to slow down.

You nod off quickly, trusting your lusus to keep you safe as you sleep. She has long since grown accustomed to your condition. A good thing, too, for you doubt you would have made it this long without her.

It's an uneventful slumber. Not long enough to dream, or if it was you can't recall. When you stir, you find that you are exactly where you were, atop Teddy's back as she tramples through the brush and carries you away from home.

You pat her side, letting her know you're awake. She huffs in response.

After a few seconds spent reorienting yourself, you pull your phone from your pocket to check the time. When the screen lights up, your blood runs cold.

Five texts from Zahkin. Three missed calls. All in a matter of minutes.

You open the messages, shaken by the apparent urgency with which your ex-kismesis attempted to contact you.

«Get out of your hive»

«Friendz on their way. Found out you dumped me»

«Told them not to bother, didn't listen»

«I don't care if you get killed, for the record, zo ztay if you don't either. Juzt want to enzure that if you live, you do it knowing I took the high road»

«Your not the only one who can do the right thing»

You stare at the words in front of you, hands trembling. So that's what Teddy saw. Zahkin's hemoist friends coming to put a lowblood in her place.

Her panic means you wouldn't have seen the messages in time.

You take a shaky breath and text him back.

*You'rre ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔb

[roetrolls]

Posting these on their own cause I like them... Ottana's past quads

[roetrolls]

Don't mind me, just working out which of my og 12 I've brought back in one way or another

Taegan Aerrys -> Became Julika's childhood friend (and psuedoym)

Ottana Osonya -> No change

Pelius Catase (not revamped... yet?)

Amalyn Itrate (not revamped... yet?)

Kalias Malien (not revamped... yet?)

Acorvi Nalaco -> Aged up, took on her ancestor's title and role

Bellys Kraine (not revamped... yet?)

Aviias Otrame -> Became an alien, had last name given to twins, still under construction

Emmion Lagdon -> Became an NPC for Ottana, mostly unchanged

Wrania Mopuss -> Became a Mahkir (Ben's future descendant)

Zahkin Mavdom -> Became an NPC for Ottana, mostly unchanged

Fausia Pallus -> Story completely revamped, put on Zerkev's ship