winter catch-all

[orbicularis]

WHO: Mithrun and whoever else!
WHAT: A catch-all
WHERE: Around
WHEN: Winterish
WARNINGS: Will be marked per thread

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[zodiheart]

"You need not do so alone."

Closing the distance between the two is easy. Elidibus is clearly not repulsed by the damage or blood, and nor does he seem to be fazed by the fact that Mithrun had been doing this to himself. There are all sorts of ways to damage oneself, after all. This is merely a physical one.

He offers his hands, palm-up, but does not do more else yet. He'll let Mithrun make the choices.

"I may also offer you a distraction, if that would make it easier, even if only temporary."

[orbicularis]

Mithrun forces his grip to relax, a little at a time. Pulls the claws from his wing, flesh and blood squelching under the keratin and nerves lighting up in protest.

He makes no move to accept Elidibus's hands. But he's still watching.

"...A distraction. From which part?" He sets his hand back on his wing - palm curled gently over the wound, this time. For the moment, Molik's voice has quieted.

[zodiheart]

"Neither of us are strangers to pain. It was my assumption that while a distraction from that aspect would be appreciated or helpful, it was not the driving intention of my offer."

He remains in his position, almost eerily still as his body holds it with ruthless control.

"No, I mean a distraction as to the root of what caused this." Skirting around naming the issue outright while simultaneously making it obvious as to what he is referring - an effort to keep 'him' quiet.

[orbicularis]

Appreciated or helpful... Mithrun doubts it. He doesn't care about the pain. Of course he doesn't.

But, in any case: The actual focus of Elidibus's offer sounds more worth pursuing. Mithrun hesitates - then he nods. "Fine. Go ahead."

[zodiheart]

One hand comes to rest upon Mithrun's shoulder, beginning to glow with soft magic. The healing of their worlds could not be more different from one another in how it feels, and Elidibus ensures that this is an especially pleasant experience. It begins with a soothing of the pain at the source before blooming into warmth.

But the heat is gentle, akin to the fire of a hearth, and in its wake it leaves unblemished skin, scale, and flesh. When the magic retreats that warmth stays behind, lingering like the touch of an old friend.

"That was the initial step of distraction, with the next being an invitation. We do not have the same facilities as in our previous world, but what we lack I am able to make up for with magic."

Now, he grins. "Would you like to make some crème brûlée?"

[orbicularis]

While the healing isn't exactly a relief to Mithrun, it is to his body - Elidibus can likely feel that, in how tense muscles relax, a little at a time, as he heals away the damage Mithrun had done to himself.

Elidibus's next offer does get his attention a little more - Mithrun's ears literally perk up, his petulantly avoidant gaze flitting to Elidibus.

...Then he looks away again, ears and wings drooping. "...It's not going to help."

How does he know, one may ask? Because he's fucking miserable and he said so.

[zodiheart]

Elidibus tilts his head, an animalistic gesture that is rather new for his general mannerisms and giving lie to his own changes. As if the scales and spines were not revealing enough.

"Have you already attempted such a thing and found it to not 'work,' as it were? If not, how are you to know such a thing? I have found that doing something one enjoys tends to bring some improvement."