aterat | Logs for October

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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“That it...?” He hummed a little, supposing that he could understand at least. It just seemed that in order to belong, they so often were expected to blend in and be what they weren’t.

Still, this was a whole new world for the lot of them. “Between us, we’ll make sure he knows he belongs while he’s here.”

"Good," Nida smiles. Because he is going to continue trying to protect people who are too scared to be themselves.

Look at them, a couple of helpful guys. Caelan can’t help but find it slightly amusing, but even if it was rather different from the help he normally gave people it still was helping. “I somehow think that we couldn’t help but do anything less.”

For Nida that was perhaps doubly true.

"We're meddlers."

Caelan couldn’t help but laugh again, more than a little amused. “I can’t deny that I’ve been accused of that many times, Nida. Meddling for the better, I alway say... There’s no lack of need for it either, between all of us stuck here, and this place.”

"Oh who said I thought your meddling was for the better?" Nida teases, grinning.

“You are rude tonight.” He was still laughing though, “I don’t need anyone to tell me if it’s for the better or not, I always know when it is.” He paused, tilting his head a little. “It’s just that not everyone realizes who I mean to meddle for the better for.”

"You love it, Smushie," Nida counters. But he supposes for oneself is definitely a reason to meddle.

Or sometimes it was better that the person you were meddling for didn’t know that you were doing it. “Do I? I’m not sure that I do. The fae are known to be rather fickle at times.” He chuckled a little, not quite able to sound serious.

"You're not the normal fae," Nida counters. "Because you put up with me."

“Am I not? You don’t have much experience outside of myself, Nida. Unless you met some in the other worlds you’ve been to.” He responded with an arch of his brow. “I’m reasonably certain that I know other fae that’d like having you around too.”

“One doesn’t have to run into other fae to recognize that you’re an experience all unto yourself,” Nida counters with a smile.

“Now that I can’t think of a clever argument for!” He laughed, so very amused. “The question remains what kind of experience that is. Good, bad, a very specific pain in the neck?” Caelan certainly had experience in being several of those.

“Well, you’re not a pain in other areas which is fine because someone else is.”

Oh yes, he feels more comfortable making the jokes now that he’s getting some.

“I would hope so, someone has to be.” He grinned, a chuckle escaping. This was definitely a change in Nida, and a welcome one considering what the guy had been like when they met.

“No one ever HAS to be,” Nida laughs, but he definitely likes this.

The cheer is back in his heart, the brightness back in his eyes. And he’s happy.

“True, but it’s definitely fun.” He wiggled his brows a bit before he downed the rest of his cider.

Both happy and satisfied with the turn of their evening between the beverage and the conversation, he plucked his violin off an end table to fuss with. “You going to stay for a few songs and crash on my sofa?”

Of course Nida isn’t going to argue against that. He smiles and nods.

“I’m cool with that. But I have to get up early. I have a shift tomorrow morning. The only reason I’m not with Ignis right now is because of that.”

“Well, I’m glad my company is convenient in the meantime.” He teased, before shrugging lightly and setting bow to string and drawing out a soft melody.

“But yes, best that you get rested. Someone has to keep the streets safe, and of the people out there I would say I trust you to do it.” Caelan just hoped the man stayed safe himself, he’d be upset if something happened to his friend now. Especially when so much seemed to be looking up for the guy.

“So king of you,” Nida laughs before finishing his own drink and moving to the couch. This was one of his favorite ways to wrap up a day.

“That’s me, a kind little soul. Just here to serenade everyone and make sure they have sweet dreams.” He chuckled, the song weaving around the space lightly and definitely with a tone that would help sooth and relax people for sleeping.

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Wanna FTB and when Caelan is back from the dead Nida can be angry at him? XD