sixteen [action] | Saturday

[imatreenow]

[On Saturday afternoon, villagers may notice a peculiar sight while out and about in their daily routines. Or maybe they've learned not to question anything that happens here, so they won't pay any mind to Freyjadour as he carries a damp and shivering Mithos through town in what is generally described as 'bridal style'.

...There's an explanation for this. Really.

It has something to do with being unceremoniously dumped into the fountain upon return from a death penalty removal, a minor inconvenience known as pain-killers, and a major inconvenience known as muscular atrophy.

Feel free to awkwardly run into them at any point during the trek to House 11. Tread close enough and snippets of arguments are likely to be heard:]

Put me down...! I am fine.

You can't even stand. Stop struggling, please.

[Or maybe something like:]

I don't need your help.

Yes, you do...just calm down.

[They stop to rest a few times along the way, because while Mithos isn't exactly heavy, he still isn't exactly light either. And he refuses to make this easy on Frey, putting up a constant sruggle against his hold. Good thing there are benches to sit on. And awkward, sullen silence to enjoy, in which Mithos pointedly looks the other way and Freyjadour just has a patient if long suffering look on his face.]

[LATER ACTION - House 11]

Throughout the rest of the day, Mithos has taken up temporary residence on the living room sofa of House 11. The side effects of the drugs have worn off, but he's still in no condition to go off on his own. According to Frey, anyway. Regardless of his condition, a house full of humans is one of the last places he wants to be. House members, come gawk at the grumpy kid in the living room all you want. He defnitely looks like he could use a little company, right? ...Right?]

[OOC NOTE: As you probably expected, responses in the earlier part will come from both Mithos and Freyjadour. Surprise on who will tag first, decided on a thread by thread basis. Later action portion may or may not include threadjacking from Frey or Kaori. You have been warned, friends.]

Comments

[imatreenow]

[On each return, Mithos warily follows Silver with his eyes, hating everything about this. He does little more than stare coldly at the food set in front of him...and sniffle. Stupid fountain. Stupid grumbling stomach. Stupid Silver, still sitting too uncomfortably close because anywhere in the room is too close.

...Also, some of these ice cream flavors? Food is not supposed to be this color. He's pretty sure.]

[tsuntrader]

[It takes a bit for Silver to even notice Mithos staring at his food instead of eating it. Once he does... Well, it takes everything in him to keep from saying something. Saying something would just make things worse, wouldn't it?...]

[imatreenow]

[Now he'll turn his head to glare pointedly at the wall, to avoid eye contact with Silver as much as possible. Still not touching his food. Accepting it would be the same as accepting that Silver wants to help him, and that's just...a can of worms that's best left tightly shut.]

[tsuntrader]

[...] If you won't eat it because you're not a charity case or don't want anything from me or whatever, you could at least eat it because it would be a waste of food to leave it untouched.

[imatreenow]

[Nope, not caring.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Alright, fine. Maybe if he doesn't focus on the food, something will happen.

...Speaking of not focusing on the food-] What did you mean last time I ran into you? [...] Before all the world switching stuff.

[imatreenow]

...You can't expect me to answer such a vague question. [...still glaring at the wall by the way. And ugh don't remind him of 'all the world switching stuff'.]

[tsuntrader]

"...If I can manage to stay here, I have a bunch of special half elf stuff that I expect you to hate me for." [It's pretty clear what part he's focusing on.]

[imatreenow]

[...Okay, fine, he'll glare at you instead, Silver.] I believe I made myself very clear. [Yup, he's focusing on the part about how much you should hate him and missing the point. But what else is new.]

[tsuntrader]

"If I can manage to stay here".

[imatreenow]

[.......Oh. He...didn't expect him to latch onto the implications of that 'if'. Such a small word, but so heavy. His tone had already been cool, but suddenly it is frigid.]

Tell me...what do you think I meant? [this is probably a trick question.]

[tsuntrader]

I don't know. That's why I'm asking.

[imatreenow]

[What had he been talking about that time? ...Ah, yes...] I'll only age - or stop aging, as the case may be - 'if' I stay here, because I only exist 'if' I stay here.

Do you understand now?

1/2

[tsuntrader]

[...]

[tsuntrader]

...Yeah. Yeah, because you explained it to me. [He's not sure how to approach this, so... He might as well reiterate something important here.]

[imatreenow]

[...What is that supposed to mean?

He isn't going to pause on it too long, to avoid the cloying discomfort of thinking too hard about anything Silver says or does. He'll just plow ahead with his poor little victim complex.]

Do you want to know why? Because I was killed by humans [and half-elves] who didn't agree with my vision of the world, one where discrimination would be eradicated as my sister wished for.

[tsuntrader]

...I feel like you're only giving half of this story.

[imatreenow]

I am telling you a simple fact, but believe what you will. [The whole story would take a long, long, long time to sort through. All it would get him in the end is more misunderstanding, so why bother?]

[tsuntrader]

Was it because they disagreed with you, or were you trying to do your Thunder thing and sword stuff because they disagreed with you so they defended themselves?

[imatreenow]

Don't assume that you know anything. They came after me - I had no wish to fight. [because he was the one who had everything to lose if the status quo was upset...]

[tsuntrader]

I can't understand anything if you don't tell me about it. I'm not psychic. I'm not a god. And you don't exactly strike me as some passive easygoing type that would do things in a way that your sister would approve of.

[imatreenow]

[Whatever scathing protest he was putting together crumbles apart in his mouth. Silver may as well have just slapped him hard across the face with that last part.]

...Shut up. You don't know anything about my sister. [But there are things he doesn't understand either...things that hurt. Things that dig underneath his fingernails and gnaw through his skin to worm their way down to his bones.]

[tsuntrader]

I know you're harsh and your sister is gentle.

[imatreenow]

Is that my fault? [Really? Really? It would almost be funny, except for the part where it's just hideously depressing.]

[tsuntrader]

Not really, but it's not something you can't change, either.