Logs for October

[stickyflippers]

Who; Caelan and you!
What; Phone troubles, pillow forts, discussions on the weird goings on, and a seal in the tub
Where; Red building, and the docks.
When; End of September / Early October
Warnings; Mentions of nudity (Not descriptive, shape changing just doesn’t work with clothes), references to alcohol abuse (marked in thread with Nida), references to suicide (marked in thread with Nida)



What Do You Mean It’s Not Water Proof?

Caelan was experiencing some very obvious levels of confusion and frustration as he wandered up from the docks post swim that evening. His hair was still dripping and damp as he walked, eyes glued to the tell-phone that was looking rather... Less functional than it was meant to be. He hadn’t even bothered to button his shirt all the way, after the damn thing slipped out of his pockets and into the water when he was getting himself dressed and presentable by human standards.

At first, he’d only been annoyed because he’d had to stop what he was doing to fish it out of the water. Now he was doubly annoyed because the screen wasn’t lighting up. It was like the damn thing didn’t have any life in it...

Weird and very inconvenient if he had anything to say on the matter.

Which he was... At length, muttering under his breath and his accent growing a touch stronger than usual as he forgot himself. “The bleedin’ hell kind of joke is this? Really? Give the man who spends copious amounts of time near the water something that up and dies just because it gets a little wet. Can’t handle your drink at all, can yah? You finicky little box of nonsense.”

Speaking of a drink, he had a feeling he was going to need one very soon. Between that weird energy pulse a while back, the nightmares and now this? He was willing to admit he might need several.


A Fortress Fit for a Princess

Caelan wasn’t asleep when a mist slipped under his doorway, he’d come to expect at least one interruption a night since a few prior when something exploded somewhere and released a shockwave of mysterious energy. It had upset a whole lot of people (him included, for all he said he wasn’t bothered). Holly had become the most frequent guest, especially when the nightmares had begun.

Tonight he was ready though, and hoping to get the kid to talk a little more rather than the sullen insistence that she was completely fine and whatever other absurd excuses she came up with for her visit that night. Because honestly, she wasn’t the only one having nightmares, and he was starting to worry more about what they actually might have meant.

Hard to tell though if there were any connections or similarities if you weren’t talking.

Thus, tonight he was more than prepared for the visit. The living room space in his apartment had been entirely disrupted, cushions and pillows moved to the floor along with some of the chairs from the dining area, the sheets from his room and the pillows for good measure. All because he’d gotten it in his head that he was going to try one of those ‘Pillow Fort’ things that Holly had mentioned once or twice in one of her super-fact-filled-rambles.

When Holly materialized into a solid form again, she would be greeted by the sight of a very large, very chaotic looking fortress of pillows and blankets. If she ate food, there would have been all manner of sweets and snacks. Unfortunately, as happy as he was to make sure she could feed safely, he wasn’t confident in grabbing a random person off the street for her to snack on.

Someone would be bound to ask questions if they saw him lugging an unconscious body up and down the stairs... right?

So... No snacks, only a structure that was only slightly stable, but magnificent to behold (in his personal opinion).


Splish-splash

If there were any human creation that Caelan favoured over any other (aside from motor cars, they were fun) it was most decidedly the bathtub. A place to soak and relax at the end of a long day? A place where you could safely just splash around or doze off for a little nap without worrying about a predator?

It was brilliant. A private bath was practically a requirement when he was staying somewhere on a job. It wasn’t a replacement for the ocean by any means though, it did little to quiet the call in the back of his mind. It was, however, the nicest substitute on days when the call wasn’t loud, and he couldn’t be fussed with sneaking down to the shore.

Even the Lighthouse he’d purchased had a nice one installed, despite the fact that the ocean was just down the cliff side.

So after he’d finished a day busking in the market he hadn’t taken long to run a nice hot bath, grabbed his pelt, and slipped into the water like the delighted seal he was. It wasn’t as though he didn’t have the time, he wasn’t expecting any company for a while yet. Usually his visitors tended to show up slightly later.

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[skyward_eyes]

The problem was that Nida would probably fess up about it, just to stress that the other man should not be kept in irons. He wishes he could explain things, but he doesn’t know that he should.

“We’ll look out for each other. It’s what we do.”

[stickyflippers]

Probably best that he didn’t say anything now. Caelan would get mad if he thought Nida was going to risk his own standing with Khannar just because he went and did something stupid. As it was, the comment gets a slightly stern expression.

“We do... That much is true. But we do it smart, yeah? No need to go inviting trouble on yourself, if you don’t have to. I know what I’m doing. I’ve got almost 200 years of experience up here, remember?” He tapped his temple lightly, even if some of those two hundred years he’d been a very small, very round seal pup. That wasn’t the point.

[skyward_eyes]

“You know, I would think that something that lived as long as you might have had an extended childhood. For all I know you’re, like, twelve.”

Yep, teasing is a safer place to be.

[stickyflippers]

Caelan laughs at that, a loud and bright sound that was so very different from the serious expression he’d worn moments before. “Twelve? Definitely not, Nida. Have you met a twelve-year-old? I most certainly am not a child.” He chuckled, still so very amused. “If you need a reference, stick around long enough and you’ll see one coming through that door.” He tossed a small nod at his doorway.

“Not that you’re entirely wrong, our aging process is different from yours. Slower, I guess...?” He shrugged a little, “Hard to explain though, and it changes if I end up landlocked for too long.”

[skyward_eyes]

“I’d say I’m intrigued, but I really don’t want to know more about your vulnerabilities,” Nida admits. “But man, you sure act childish sometimes, my little friend.”

[stickyflippers]

He made a sound at that, high and shocked. “Correction, Nida, I’m a free spirit and I know how to have fun. Also, I’m only slightly shorter than average.”

Grabbing his glass, he shrugged lightly, “Even if I did act a little childish sometimes, it comes in handy. People underestimate you when they don’t take you seriously.” He snorted a little, “I can’t even tell you how many times a job went off without a hitch because they thought I was just some silly noble without any common sense.”

[skyward_eyes]

Oh no, he sees himself as short too. Nida chuckles and tries not to laugh. He cares about his friend, and really needs to tease him more.

“I’m wondering how much common sense you have, my friend.”

[stickyflippers]

Caelan gently nudged Nida with his foot, tone playful as he laughed again. “You’re out for blood tonight, you are. It’s not going to be any damned bear that gets me. It’s going to be you and your sass that does me in!”

Folding his arms and tilting his head as though he were considering something, he added a moment later, “And just enough common sense, to answer your question.”

[skyward_eyes]

“I’m full of good energy. I’ve been very well fucked recently,” Nida counters with a great, awed smile. “Which means I’m on maximum sass. My sass circuits are fully charged.”

Answer to his question is the best he can do.

[stickyflippers]

Laughing, he shook his head a little. Seriously, it was just so good to see Nida this happy. “Damned right they are, it shows.” He reached out and poked Nida’s cheek teasingly, “Look at yourself, your face is going to freeze that way, and I for one support it.”

[skyward_eyes]

“Okay no,” Nida laughs, jerking back from the cheek. “Don’t make me ice you up, seal Especially since I don’t have those spells.”

[stickyflippers]

“Well, if you don’t have the spells, I can’t very well make you do that now can I?” He grinned, his tone teasing and merry. “Really, Nida. Empty threats don’t inspire much fear on my part, you know.”

To be fair, there wasn’t a lot that did. Fools were like that.

Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious. Was that actually a thing the guy could have done if he had the magic for it? That would be something and probably come in handy with all the weird stuff going on.

[skyward_eyes]

“Well, I do have fire now, so perhaps I will singe you instead.”

Because Ignis was full of fire spells, just like Caelan was of water. So at least he had one of the three basic elemental spells now.

[stickyflippers]

He twirled a strand of hair between his fingers thoughtfully. Fresh out of the sea it was quite soaked still. “You could, yeah. I don’t burn easily though, hair at least never dries and I could just throw myself in the canals outside to get away.”

Answer for everything, little brat.

Grin returning, he dropped the strand and moved a hand to his chin. “That said, it’d be sad if you scarred my pretty face. A complete tragedy!”

[skyward_eyes]

Oh, he’ll find a way to make you burn dude. Don’t be silly. He can manage it. But he doesn’t really have a reason to do it.

“I don’t know. I’d be half worried that your pretty face will lure the man away from me.”

[stickyflippers]

As much as Caelan loved the idea of poking fun at Nida some more, that suggestion gets a little frown. “If he’s that easily lured by the sight of a pretty face, then he’s not good enough for you.” It’s a statement, pure and simple.

“Besides, while I’m sure he’s a looker, I’ve got very specific tastes myself. Most of which don’t tend to fall into the category of kind.” He laughed a little, his track record was truly atrocious. “And I’m not in the habit of going after those who’re already interested in someone else. Especially if I know them.” He wasn’t his father. For all he liked to joke and tease and flirt, he wasn’t quite that thoughtless of others.

[skyward_eyes]

Oh no, he knows there isn’t anything that easy in Ignis. The fact that they’re together is... Strange. And he longs for it.

“Thanks,” Nida says, smiling to himself.

[stickyflippers]

Chuckling a little, “You’re very welcome, Nida.” That comes out a little more teasing, his mood lightening a little.

“If any of us should enjoy being smitten, I think it’s you. Suits you somehow, I think. Especially if it means you stopping by with cider and stories more often.” He’s more of a one night romp and get out before it gets complicated sort. Caelan tried to not stick around long enough for feelings to develop. That was risky business in his books, being tied to a person like that. The one time he had it ended messy. Soft-hearted fool that he was, he didn’t like breaking hearts.

[skyward_eyes]

Oh? Nida looks away, a bit flustered by the statement. Does it?

“I suppose I’m prone to falling for people. Maybe... this one won’t go that bad.”

Ad his heart definitely yearned for it.

[stickyflippers]

“Hopefully not, but I think it seems promising so far from how you’ve described it.” He definitely needed to meet this Ignis though, he thought. Just to get a read on the guy, and to judge for himself. He knew full well what it was like to get distracted by your feelings and not see the signs, another reason he avoided things like this.

But he wanted his friend to be happy, just like he wanted the others he’d gone soft for to be happy. It was a rotten situation to be stuck in a world that wasn’t your own, so what happiness that could be found should while here.

[skyward_eyes]

Yes, Nida wouldn't mind if someone was looking out for him. That could be really useful.

"I don't even know if I have described it well."

[stickyflippers]

“It’s not always words, Nida.” He responded with a small laugh, “Like I said. It’s plain on your face, builds an idea it does. Words, expressions, tone of voice.”

[skyward_eyes]

Tone of voice? Nida laughs.

“You can hear it in my voice, then? That I’m smitten?”

[stickyflippers]

The answer comes quick, tone rising as though it were so incredibly obvious.

“Yes, you really can! I swear, if I had a means to record it and show you, I would. Unfortunately, I don’t have a device or the magic to do something like that.

[skyward_eyes]

“Too bad our Tell Phones have a lot less functionality than the commas in the last place or the bracelets in the Iteration,” Nida sighs. Because then it could happen. Still, he just smiles.

“Theoretically, if you thought maybe it would be a good idea to get someone a thank you gift, what would you suggest?”