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aionlogs2022-08-13 12:58 am
bythelight) wrote in aionlogs2022-08-13 12:58 am
[ ACTIVE / OPEN : GODSBLOOD ]
WHO: Anduin Wrynn & Anyone in Godsblood
WHAT: Local 19 Year Old Boy Realises He May Need A Job
WHERE: Godsblood
WHEN: August, up until the event (17th)
WARNINGS: None at the offset
Being in a coastal city, surrounded by mountains, inevitably makes Anduin think of Stormwind. Only if he was in Stormwind, he wouldn't be in quite the predicament he's in now.
Anduin has no money, one set of clothing and a thin blanket. That, and Wrathion. He's not certain if that's a blessing or a curse, but company is company.
I. HEALING
"Hold still," Anduin says softly.
"How long will this take?"
"Just a moment --"
"And how much will it cost?"
"No charge, as I said."
"I do not need your pity. I can afford to pay! Tell me the cost."
Anduin shifts on the crate he's sat on by the boat moorings, looking up into the expression of the woman whose arm he's healing. A soft, warm glow of light is enveloping the limb as he holds it steady, a gentle buffet of magic rustling Anduin's loose, blond hair. It is, at least, now dry -- but what he wouldn't do for a comb and a hair tie.
"This may burn a little," he warns, and she hisses in response. "You'll need to rest it a few days, so I'd advise against fishing --"
"Payment," she emphasises, and he warily lets go of her arm again as she wiggles her fingers to test it.
"Well," he says finally. "I wouldn't say no to something to eat."
There's a pause before she nods, studying him warily before walking away towards her boat to search for something. Anduin watches her leave, then turns his attention back up to the figure nearby who had been watching.
"Can I help you?"
A start. Perhaps they need healing too? Or just have questions.
II. EATING
Now armed with something to eat, Anduin has moved to a quieter spot along the shoreline. He's watching birds wheel through the sky, boats moving back and forth across the horizon.
An unease grips him, but it feels... formless. Like there's an emptiness inside him he isn't sure what to do with.
Is Azeroth... truly gone?
Genn Greymane. Jaina Proudmore. Veleera, Velen --
So many people. Everyone in Stormwind.
Gone.
Where does that leave him? What does that leave him?
A sovereign, this place calls him, but of what? Anduin Wrynn is no longer anyone of import. He's not sure how to feel about that.
He also has no money, nowhere to sleep. As much as he doesn't want to ask people for payment, he will need a job sooner rather than later. Light, what would he be good at? It feels wrong to ask for money in return for healing. He can use a bow and sword if he needs to, but enough to charge for it? He could hunt at a push... Carrying messages, perhaps? Loading and unloading stock?
He frowns in thought as he picks at the bread he has, then turns as he senses someone nearby. Maybe the easiest thing is to ask --
"Excuse me?" he prompts, pushing up to his feet. His leg twinges and he winces briefly before straightening. "Do you know this place well?"
Better to start gently than to question someone who knows as little as he does.
III. WILDCARD
Pitch me your own starter! I can switch to brackets if you want, prose is just my default.
WHAT: Local 19 Year Old Boy Realises He May Need A Job
WHERE: Godsblood
WHEN: August, up until the event (17th)
WARNINGS: None at the offset
Being in a coastal city, surrounded by mountains, inevitably makes Anduin think of Stormwind. Only if he was in Stormwind, he wouldn't be in quite the predicament he's in now.
Anduin has no money, one set of clothing and a thin blanket. That, and Wrathion. He's not certain if that's a blessing or a curse, but company is company.
I. HEALING
"Hold still," Anduin says softly.
"How long will this take?"
"Just a moment --"
"And how much will it cost?"
"No charge, as I said."
"I do not need your pity. I can afford to pay! Tell me the cost."
Anduin shifts on the crate he's sat on by the boat moorings, looking up into the expression of the woman whose arm he's healing. A soft, warm glow of light is enveloping the limb as he holds it steady, a gentle buffet of magic rustling Anduin's loose, blond hair. It is, at least, now dry -- but what he wouldn't do for a comb and a hair tie.
"This may burn a little," he warns, and she hisses in response. "You'll need to rest it a few days, so I'd advise against fishing --"
"Payment," she emphasises, and he warily lets go of her arm again as she wiggles her fingers to test it.
"Well," he says finally. "I wouldn't say no to something to eat."
There's a pause before she nods, studying him warily before walking away towards her boat to search for something. Anduin watches her leave, then turns his attention back up to the figure nearby who had been watching.
"Can I help you?"
A start. Perhaps they need healing too? Or just have questions.
II. EATING
Now armed with something to eat, Anduin has moved to a quieter spot along the shoreline. He's watching birds wheel through the sky, boats moving back and forth across the horizon.
An unease grips him, but it feels... formless. Like there's an emptiness inside him he isn't sure what to do with.
Is Azeroth... truly gone?
Genn Greymane. Jaina Proudmore. Veleera, Velen --
So many people. Everyone in Stormwind.
Gone.
Where does that leave him? What does that leave him?
A sovereign, this place calls him, but of what? Anduin Wrynn is no longer anyone of import. He's not sure how to feel about that.
He also has no money, nowhere to sleep. As much as he doesn't want to ask people for payment, he will need a job sooner rather than later. Light, what would he be good at? It feels wrong to ask for money in return for healing. He can use a bow and sword if he needs to, but enough to charge for it? He could hunt at a push... Carrying messages, perhaps? Loading and unloading stock?
He frowns in thought as he picks at the bread he has, then turns as he senses someone nearby. Maybe the easiest thing is to ask --
"Excuse me?" he prompts, pushing up to his feet. His leg twinges and he winces briefly before straightening. "Do you know this place well?"
Better to start gently than to question someone who knows as little as he does.
III. WILDCARD
Pitch me your own starter! I can switch to brackets if you want, prose is just my default.
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How can anyone be. Anduin gives a small shake of his head, because he isn't. Because he keeps thinking of people in the past tense, and he doesn't want to, because he doesn't want them to be gone.
"No," he admits. "I haven't been for a while."
Even before this, before waking up in a crystal, before hearing his world might have ended, before being introduced to a new world and a new war.
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He doesn't think Anduin would even like the very idea. Not that Wrathion blames him. They are very different people (human. Anduin is human, and that means, in ways, that he has a very great heart, and cares deeply).
Sometimes, Wrathion envies him the capacity. This...is not one of those times.
Gingerly, he moves closer to bend down on one knee, reaching out to place a hand on the young king's shoulder. Nothing more. No attempts to take advantage (not that he had tried before, but if even that had been suspect, well) in any way.
"Is there anything I can do that you would accept?" Not that Wrathion is trying to be petty at the moment, but that last part is...added on, because he's sure there are a lot of things he'd attempt that Anduin would not, in their current situation.
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He takes a breath, lets it out slowly, and gently works his fingers under Wrathion's so he can clasp it a little better.
"Sit with me?" he hesitates, glances around, and his lips twitch in a weak but wry smile. "I won't impose on you for long, I promise."
He is aware he's still sitting directly on Wrathion's chosen bed, after all.
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"You, impose? Please. As if you could." He's aware Anduin is sitting on his bed. Anduin is simply unaware that he'd give him it, should the priest ask. Even so, Anduin just...isn't really the type.
"Maybe you should think about getting some sleep, if you think you can. This has been...a very great burden on you."
Not that Wrathion is particularly unscathed. He's only better at ignoring it, for now. Though when (not if) he cracks, it will probably be where others won't be able to see it.
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Shifting, Anduin adjusts his weight enough to lean gently into Wrathion's side. Enough to just... feel close to him, the reassurance of his presence.
"I missed you."
A soft confession. He hasn't spent all these years only being angry at Wrathion, he needs him to understand that.
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"I missed you, too. I thought about you, but...well. We've been over this." And really, he didn't want to rile Anduin up. He needs to sleep, not engage in another argument that was Wrathion's fault.
Nor is the dragon in a hurry to shift the priest away from him, either. He's well aware that remaining like this long term, falling asleep in this position won't do Anduin any favors, but for the moment, he's just going to...quietly accept this. Savor it.
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"Then stay this time."
Don't leave him again, don't allow him to lower his guard then abandon him again. Anduin has lost too many people, and now the whole of Azeroth. Wrathion is, as far as he knows, all he has left. He doesn't want to lose him too -- he can't.
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There's a slight surge of panic in Wrathion at the priest's words. They're in a war, there's no way he can promise--this is something too important. He doesn't want to placate Anduin, either--but wait.
"I won't choose to leave you this time. If I do, it's not because I wanted to, all right?"
That's an acceptable option. As close to a promise as he can get without risking it being untrue. He closes his fingers over Anduin's for a brief moment, allows himself to finally relax.
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Anduin can tell it's specific, that Wrathion has some circumstances he has considered -- some involuntary ones that he's deliberately not ruling out.
Death, he supposes, or being captured, or any number of things.
He doesn't like that Wrathion feels he has to consider them. He doesn't like that it's an option.
Still. It's good enough. It has to be. Wrathion won't leave him by choice, that's something. He nods acceptance, his weight leaning more heavily into Wrathion's side as exhaustion slowly tightens its grip on him.
"All right," he answers softly. He doesn't want to dig in too hard, he has to allow Wrathion time to be comfortable.
This friendship is all still... delicate, after all. Still slowly recovering from the damage it took.
Anduin will take what he can get. He allows himself to relax into the contact, and faster than he'd like his awareness of his surroundings begins to fade away.