synthneon | · CALL ME OUT (AUTUMN) ·

Edited 2021-10-02 04:58 (UTC)

He looked down at the cup that was placed into his hands with something akin to deep suspicion. He chuckled, a hint of breath visible on the air for a moment.

She'd called it a casual thing and, well, he'd tried - but the jacket was still fitted and he still look as he always did - like he'd wandered into the future from yesterday while absorbing voltage along the way.

"What is this?" said the wine-drinking vampire; the last of her old life, somehow.

Edited 2021-10-25 00:14 (UTC)

Well, at least he still remained who he was. Posh and certainly demanding attention wherever he went. It was good that somethings remained the same even as time marched on around them. Everything was done in the name of progress - of course - yet tradition still had its place. Or, perhaps, they were simply to old to do anything else of the sort.

"Chai Pumpkin Tea." Her eyebrows raised. Honestly, would she have gotten coffee? "Something to change your palette up a little."

"Well, they say a change is a good as a rest," he replied, sniffing at the aroma.

"And apparently drinking wine in public is still frowned upon after all," he added. He took an experimental sip.

"Well, not bad," he said, afterwards. But it is a small mystery for the pile of mysteries today - why suggest a change now? Why meet at all?"

A hum of agreement left her then. Tesla always had a way with words. She wouldn't call it poetry by any means, but, there was certainly a way about them. Then, in true Nikola fashion, he had to go about with his opinion on the wine. Helen couldn't help the small smile and shake of her head.

"A brief window of opportunity." She said simply, as if it would explain everything at all. "Maybe the season struck the right mood."

Bruce wants me to be the JL spokesperson.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.

[ mia sits in the middle of the floor in her room at the lake house, text books and cue cards all around her. she still didn't really understand why she needed to get a ged, it wasn't as if it was required for being a sidekick and there wasn't a single time in the real world where she had needed to use trigawhatever. she groans in frustration before leaning back and lying on the floor. why bruce and diana had insisted on this she doesn't understand.

she had texted barry asking if he wanted to come over for pizza - more she had dared him to get new york pizza and then come over. maybe he could help her study. the tutors bruce had hired for her were smart but they were also boring and not the most patient. was it her fault she had to learn how to learn again? mia sighs and grabs some the cue cards and holds them up so she can read them. ]

Ugh, I am never gonna get this.

[ she tosses the cards up in the air and the fall around her like the worst type of confetti. ]

And someone who hadn't been a close student of her and how she did business since the reign of Queen Victoria might have believed that, but not him.

"You being so prone to seasonal changes," he replied, beginning to walk. "And in a conveniently public place - should I be looking for your backup?"

You're one of the most social people in the bloody league, Laurel.
Besides the over excitable puppy of a speedster they have.

[ Where am I?

The thought is said only in his mind, as he's still far from returning to awareness of the waking world. There's no answer to that question, of course, and all he knows is that he's drifting somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

But it hasn't been a particularly restful sleep either; instead, it's been full of fire and storms and an overpowering sense that everything is wrong. And although his still sleeping mind can't quite make sense of it, there's a great evil looming over all of it. He can't see its face, but somehow he knows that the dark being that he's seeing is both dangerous and powerful, and that it's because of this evil that he's in his current state.

He can't know how long it's been, but somehow, it seems to him that it's been many days since he has been awake and part of events as he ought to have been all along.

Still, it also seems that a page has been turned and he could rejoin the waking world if not for the feeling that something was still pulling him down and keeping him eyes that won't open and a form that won't rise.

There are voices around him; he can hear them, but he can't make sense of their words or of who they might belong to. Awareness is at the tips of his fingers; he just has to reach out and take it, if only he can find the strength to do so.

Finally, it happens slowly, so slowly that it's almost to the point of ridiculousness, but his eyes slit open and he's greeted by his first glimpses of light in a long time. His limbs feel heavy as if something that he can't see is weighing them down.

Why can't I move? The frantic thought pierces through some of the fog, but it does nothing to get him up and moving. Is this a trap? An orchestration of his enemies? He'd thrash if only he could, but all he can do is lie there and wait for something, anything to happen. ]

[ Sunlight has returned to the land of Egypt, but many would say that the darkest days of the kingdom are truly upon them. The Evil God Zorc had been banished and defeated, yet, the once strong kingdom was in disarray and fear. While the dynamics of power and politics had fallen to the High Priest and the few that remained of Atem's inner circle? Bringing the Pharaoh back from the brink of death had fallen to her.

It had been a struggle enough to bring the Pharaoh to a point of stability to even be moved back to the palace. In the following weeks, she had hardly left his bed side as she continued to heal the near fatal damage done to his body. She could sense something else had still lingered with Atem. However, that could be addressed after he was well enough for his body to heal on its own. Her attention had to remain on healing him... even if the High Priest had grimly noted it might be only enough for the burial process.

She had hardly slept these last few weeks. Any slight movement he gave or sound he made awoke her instantly. This time was no different. Her head shot up, eyes wide despite the dark circles underneath them. She leaned forward from the side of the bed, one hand raising to barely rest on his arm.

He is awake.

The thought oddly enough brought tears of relief and joy to her eyes. Lunafreya lowers her head, letting her long blonde hair slip over her shoulders as she tries to compose herself. Instead, the emotions over take her. She leans forward, her other hand moving to hold herself up as she hovers above him to meet his gaze. A watery smile takes her face before she gently rests her head on his chest. Her hands move to embrace him as delicately as she can. ]

You are awake at last...

[ For Atem, even though he's been practically senseless and unaware of nearly everything that's been going on around him, part of him could still tell that all was not well with the kingdom and with its people. Zorc might have been dispatched, but before that happened, a considerable amount of damage was done; damage that the ones who remain now have to see about rectifying. And that, more than anything else, is what is sitting most heavily on Atem's mind, even as he hovers between unconsciousness and awareness.

Still, he's in no condition to do anything at the moment, even as his eyes open more fully and he slowly begins his return to the living.

Someone is there with him; he can tell that much, and although his eyes are still adjusting to the light, he catches flashes of blonde hair as the person he can only assume is his caretaker and healer moves around him. He finds himself still unable to move, simply because his limbs still feel leaden and heavy, but even as Lunafreya rests herself against him and her hands lightly embrace him, he doesn't feel overly distressed by this. Her gestures are comforting, and as he's still trying to take control of his senses, comfort is exactly what he needs.

She speaks and he dimly registers the words, even if he doesn't fully hear them. His mind supplies the rest, and he understands that it's been a considerable amount of time since he'd been awake. He can't quite tell how long it's been, but it can't have been very brief.

Then he attempts to say something, to use a voice that's long been silent, and because of that, he only manages to get out a barely formed sound: ]

Wha- [ What happened? is what he means to say, but the words don't properly form. Movement is still difficult, but he manages to move his fingers just enough that they're just barely grasping onto Lunafreya's in what would have been a firm grip if he was strong enough.

She might not understand him, and even if she did, part of him realizes she might decline to give answers until he's stronger, but answers are what he wants most right now.

As always, he's already decided, even though his mind and thoughts are still very muddled, that his personal well-being has to come second to the state of his kingdom and his people. ]

[ There had been no original intention of speaking further or over burdening him with anything beyond his own recovery. He should not worry further than what he can see and sense. Additional stress could only cause him to recover slower. That option is far from the best in her mind for not only him but his kingdom as well. She is content to let silence fill the room until he attempts to speak.

Lunafreya pauses at the half-word that escapes him. She can surmise what he had wished to say. She would not say they had an intimate understanding of one another, but certainly a deep one. Many in his court had often whispered if perhaps they were in a secret relationship. It was a thought she had entertained privately to herself, but, had settled on the notion of simply being a close confident. While a princess from another kingdom, she was foremost the Oracle, and there would be little reason that would be appealing to a king beyond council. He had the concerns of his kingdom - the politics and power that would come from the concept of a relationship or marriage - to put first. She dare not upset any potentials for the kingdom that she, in all honesty, was merely a guest in.

A guest that may have stayed longer than any would have liked.

She wonders if he recognizes her in his haze and a part of her hopes he does not. No soul should see her with her barriers of the mantle of Oracle down. It is a carefully crafted mask and half-performance she gives, and a delicate balance of pieces of her as well as her mantle. This small selfish act of embracing him has been daring enough. It might be better if he does not retain the memory of her brief lapse of judgement.

Lunafreya pushes herself to sit again with the intention of still remaining at his side. Her own exhaustion and feeling of her magic reservoir being low is pushed to the side at the relief he is awake. Although... she does let her fingers remain in his weak grasp.

If it helps him then she will do whatever is asked of her. ]

The war is won, heka. [ Though, the finer details will remain. ] Your Priests are attending to the kingdom as you recover. Please, leave it in their hands.

· CALL ME OUT (AUTUMN) ·

🎃 AUTUMN

yugi mutou ⛛ yu☆gi☆oh!

🔥 john constantine | constantine / hellblazer

✝️ trevor belmont | castlevania

🔻 jesse faden | control/remedy verse.

🌙 lunafreya nox fleuret | final fantasy xv

🦇 bruce wayne/batman | dceu+zsjl

⚡ barry allen / the flash | dceu+zsjl

🦅 bayek of siwa | assassin's creed.

🐉 seto kaiba | yu☆gi☆oh!

🩺 helen magnus | sanctuary

🔮 adalind schade | grimm.

akira kurusu / joker 🃏 persona 5

jolyne cujoh 🦋 jojo's bizarre adventure

Les sanglots longs / des violons / de l'automne

a little late :'( my apologies!

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all aboard the h/c train

wait, we left it?! (thank you, nursed back to health)

good point, no we're permanently stuck on this train. rip us

or are we the conductors, h mmmmm