[netbook 01] before roseroot

[astralprojection]

[in the middle of the night, hastily scribbled words come across the netbook with the urgency of someone who really doesn't want to forget something.]

blizzard — cave in the mountains — nearing the peak? campfire dying, supply wagon visible but no one here

important:

sword, snapped, broken glaive stuck in ground

flowers blooming in the snow

glass ball, broken — crystal ball??

tree with unshed leaves

scarf, shimmering thread — looking at this prompted inhuman shrieks in the distance

skull, bestial, tentacles stuck into the eye sockets

orb of light — one of the few sources of warmth in the cold

golden scale, shielding the area from the storm

objects depicting a sun, moon, and half black sun — floating in the blue glow of a staff ending in a dreamcatcher — growing dim — trying to stay lit

[there's a period of time before an addition is added]

Hello— for those who have met me, this is Astrid. I have been known to have prophetic dreams; some straight forward, some less so. This was one of the latter, and I didn't want to forget the details upon waking up.

Unfortunately, I haven't been here long enough to accurately interpret what I've seen. Maybe we can all come together and figure this out? I'm worried it could spell ill fortune.


((ooc: absolutely feel free to threadjack around and discuss among yourselves as necessary!))

Comments

[unheiring]

[Luca only shakes his head. Astrid is right. If they were going to play that game, long term or otherwise, both of them were going to need a hell of a lot more alcohol than what was in front of them now.

... Though Luca might need more alcohol himself at this rate. He looks at Astrid's finger, the undone button and practically chokes on his drink. His cheeks warm, even as his feathers puff up.]

I - did not know that.

[He reaches down as if to cover it up.]

You realize I was in a hurry for your sake, yes?

[astralprojection]

[Astrid can't help it. The overall reaction is just so endearing and he's had enough alcohol that he straight up laughs, light and warm.]

My apologies. I didn't mean to make you embarrassed.

[Or did he]

[unheiring]

[Luca grits his teeth, even as he's trying so desperately not to smile. Damn this bastard.]

Why do I doubt that?

[astralprojection]

I have never done anything wrong ever, in my life.

[Smiling at him so angelically.]

Do you want me to fix it for you?

[unheiring]

No!

[It comes out closer to a squawk than actual words. Luca hurriedly reaches down and begins fixing the buttons himself. He does have to shift a touch to keep from flashing Astrid in the process but uh. Don't worry about it.]

[astralprojection]

[Astrid makes a point of turning to look up at the ceiling, fluttering his eyelashes as he acts befitting of a respectable gentleman. Allegedly.]

Do let me know when you're finished.

[unheiring]

[And Luca does indeed. Namely by kicking Astrid's chair when it's all said and done. His feathers are still afluff but... there's probably no fixing that, at this point.]

You could have warned me that you were a menace, by the way.

[astralprojection]

[heh heh heh]

Where's the fun in that when you can learn firsthand?

[unheiring]

And where's the fun in tormenting the kind, innocent bartender that let you in after hours, hm?

[astralprojection]

Because your face is very cute when I do.

[INNOCENT. NEVER DONE A WRONG.]

[unheiring]

[Well that shuts him up. Luca can only sputter and gape for a moment, before his feathers promptly bristle upward. He stands with a huff and instead points to the door.]

You - You're feeling better obviously. So it seems high time for you to go home.

[The threat... doesn't exactly carry all the weight it should. Oops!]

[astralprojection]

[He holds his hands up in mock surrender.]

If you want me to leave, I'll leave. It is quite late.

[unheiring]

[Luca's expression does soften in the slightest. But only a little.]

Will you be alright, after everything?

[astralprojection]

Yes, thank you. I should be able to sleep soundly, now.

[He offers a slight and gentle smile as he stands up from his seat, before a glint comes to his eyes.]

Perhaps I'll even do as you bid and visit you in your dreams tonight.

[unheiring]

Maybe I would enjoy that. If you manage to avoid being a menace along the way.

[astralprojection]

No promises.

[Said as he walks along to the door, doing an absolutely gay little wave as he goes.]

Goodnight, Luca.

[unheiring]

[And Luca offers a middle finger in kind. At least he's grinning along the way?]

Good night, Astrid.