[Several days after Ras and his beefcake friend arrive, Ain has completed their outfits! Unfortunately he is not aware that Ras has moved out so he patiently waits until he sees him out and about because he missed him in the inn the first time around, and yoinks him into the tailor shop.]
Mr. Floaty! There you are~. I have your clothes for you and your friend ready. Will you try yours on here so I can make any adjustments on the fly?
[He hands Ras two sets of clothing. One is very flowy and in Ain's usual style, except the neckline is more open and not meant to be closed and has extra fabric around the neck to hold it over his shoulders while leaving the chest open. It's very well-thought-out so that it doesn't fall off all the time. The second is simple, masculine, and comes with a jacket that Ain emphasizes "would look good tied around the waist, but it's cold out so probably don't do that".]
Ah, hello. I'm more than happy to - I hadn't realized you worked this quickly. [ Or maybe this isn't fast? Admittedly, Ras doesn't have a concept of how these things are supposed to go. It isn't as though he actually gets clothes tailored for him that often. Regardless, Ras takes the clothes and sets them nearby before he just ??? starts disrobing in the middle of the shop. Help, was there a changing room or something because he is just doing- ]
I worked fast because you and your friend arrived here and needed clothes. I usually have a longer timeline, haha.
[he has not slept. That's normal for him though, he has his brainghost friends to keep him happy and sane :)
Anyway the temptation to stare at ass vs the temptation to be noble... noble wins out in the end because brainghost Raven is yelling at him so—]
Oh, but you should maybe change in the room over there since it's private? [It's a small changing room, Dachie is usually in there playing if he's not in the storeroom.] I'll have to see you slightly undressed anyway if I have to make alterations, but I don't want you to flash anyone looking in the windows.
Ah... apologies. I should have told you it truly was not all that urgent. I hope you did not work yourself too hard for our sakes. I do appreciate it, all the same.
[ Shuffling only half dressed over to the changing room- ]
Of course. Would you rather stay out here while I change...? Admittedly, though I have been fitted before, it was under much different circumstances. I am unaware of your protocols for such things.
Haha, actually... the neck might be weird if you're not used to it, so I can help you and show you how to wear it properly. I hope you don't mind.
[lol get fucked @ vildred hes gonna put his hands on your not-bf before you
Anyway, Ain is shuffling into the back with Ras. There are no windows here. There are more mannequins though, and Dachie is sleeping on top of one he knocked over.
Generally speaking, I had caretakers who would dress me. I had... [ "lots of people around me who believed that raising a hand for small things was blasphemous." ] ...a hard time learning how to do a lot of things that humans seemed to do without thinking. If it is complicated, I likely would need the assistance.
[ Anyway, hi Dachie, sorry for holy boy ass, hope you're having a good day.
Fortunately, Ras knows how to take off his clothes at least. The robes come off easily, but the armor underneath is a little trickier. It takes him a few tries to get his chest cage off.
You can probably stop him from taking his underwear off, though. He doesn't know better. To Ras this is just part of the outfit. ]
Haha, your underwear can stay on. This is just for the pants and a shirt. [And once that's done:] The pants will be easy enough to put on, so here. You can put them on normally like you would with any other pair of pants. I designed them after your flowy ones you have now.
[And once Ras has those on, Ain will do circles around him to make sure they fit everything. Make him sit down and move and don't rip or anything. Make sure they're nice in the butt department, y'know, the things that matter.]
[ He's being so good. He's like weirdly the perfect model. Even if he doesn't know how to put them on himself, he moves and turns and shifts as if he's done this part plenty before. Mostly because he has. ]
The material feels nice. It's certainly looser than my battle attire.
Oh, good, haha. Not too tight, no weird seams, nothing tearing?
[Well that's good! Next step, showing Ras how to put on this shirt. Really it's simple: the arms go in the sleeves like a normal shirt, there are two buttons that close it at the tummy but leave his chest exposed due to how the fabric is shaped, but the neck is the more complex part. There are two wraps of fabric at the collar that get tied loosely around his neck, and a diamond-shaped blue button gets pressed through the holes in both to keep it held in place. This supports the garment without it falling off his back, and is relatively easy to do. Just, y'know, if you're not familiar with clothing you need to be shown, that's all.]
What about this? Raise your arms up high and put them down, and then twist around like this...
"Style"? [ Like how there's different styles of sword fighting...? ] I'm not sure I have one of those...? Maybe... my style is... "fits me" and also... "allows my mana to flow"? In that case, it fits me.
Haha, maybe... but I mean the things you prefer to wear. I guess that does count. My style is big fluffy coats and no sleeves, but I like flowing clothes like this too. [He tugs on Ras' collar.] And my favourite colour is green, and I like flowers and butterflies and birds, and gold accents. Lately, I've been exploring my style a lot. You could do the same~. I don't mind dressing you up.
I cannot say I have a favorite. Though, I did experience the smell of rain for the first time here. Without the smell of smoke diluting it. I liked that.
…I do not believe that can be translated into clothes, however.
Haha, um, I think I can work with the feeling of rain though. But for smells, they make things called perfumes and colognes. I love berry-scented ones in particular, like lychee and stuff. I think lychee is a berry?
[Fruits is berries is fruits is berries...??? Is tomatoes...?]
You might be able to get some cologne that smells like rain.
Should I be keeping track of the things that I like? How do I know if I like something? Why would I have a favorite color if all of them exist within the world to make it beautiful? What sort of things are okay things to like?
[Ain is going to lead Ras out in his new clothes and pack his old ones + his friend's into a bag, and then head out. Dachie can stay asleep in the room for now. He wants to show Ras his perfume and stuff.]
You don't have to track things you like. I think you know if you like something if it makes you feel good. Like, my favourite foods are pastries and cheesecake and cute little desserts, and I know that because I get really happy when I eat them. And I looooove humans and the colour green and flowers and animals. I know that because all of those things make me feel happy.
[He hums.]
Some people don't have a favourite colour. Some people really do love all of them, and I think that's okay. And you can like anything other than... I guess, evil things? Like evil people and... stuff. [thanks ain]
Being "green" means being new to something, unless someone is literally green.
[He explains this succinctly as they travel down the path leading to the tailor shop, off to the other side of the Grove. It's a nice day out, Ain thinks. Perfect for, uh, discussions... about emotions that are hard.]
Um, happiness for me feels like... it tickles in my chest, which you don't have but go with it, and you feel like smiling and laughing a lot. It feels warm, like when someone gives you a hug or you're under a nice blanket. It's kind of like when you feel leaves brushing against your cheeks? [Hm.] You know, nice things like that.
When I'm happy, I just do whatever I want. I go talk to people or play my guitar, or nap under my wisteria trees, or... anything, really. Sometimes I'll treat myself to good food or go buy something from Mr. Shopkeeper because I'm happy. Or I take Dachie to go play, or something. I dunno.
I think if you like something, you're probably happy, at least with whatever it is you like. Sometimes there are exceptions, but those are kind of hard to point out. I like roses, but it makes me unhappy when I get pricked by the thorns. Sometimes I find a green shirt in a store and I don't like it, not because of the colour but maybe because of the shape of the sleeves or the patterning. Stuff like that... it's hard to put it into words, but when you grow into your emotions more, you'll kinda figure stuff out! Some of it, anyway, haha. I don't know everything yet. I've only had them for a few years.
[ Ras listens. He tries to absorb, but as one might expect, it's hard to explain feelings to someone else who doesn't experience them the same. It's like explaining colors to someone who's never seen them, or describing music to someone who's never heard it. He struggles to understand, even if he's technically had these feelings. They're just... not always working like they should.
After a moment, though, Ras will meander off the path Ain is on to go pick up two stray leaves on the ground and just sort of... rubs them against his cheeks?
He's learning. So this is happiness...! ]
...So if I feel something like this, it's something I like?
[Maybe he shouldn't describe emotions as physical sensations, but he doesn't know how else to describe them... they feel physical to him... but maybe that was too specific? Hmm.]
Haha, yeah, I think so. Maybe a little less literal, but it's that kind of tickly nice feeling.
[He feels like he's not helping that much.]
before the nov event but after roseroot. time for pining
[So Vildred is going to the baby dragons soon. They have explained to him that if he takes on the blessings he wants, he's going to not only sprout horns, but a tail... and that means he has to get his pants re-fitted at the tailor. And probably his shirts too, since some of them are quite long. The problem is, Ain looked him in the eye and said "I'm going to need to take measurements, I can't just guess how large your tail will be" and told him to come back when he had the tail, so.
He's at home again, sort of looking at Ras sidelong from where Vildred himself is sitting on the couch, chin in his hands.]
So, like you suggested a while ago, I'm going to go get blessings from the dragons so I don't get Corrupted. But I'll need to drop most, if not all of my clothing off at the tailor's for modifications, which means I'm not going to have anything to wear for the next... week?
...
If I walk around without pants for the next week, do you care? [And then he laughs like. Totally kidding! But also yeah he's not going to have pants on for the next week.]
[ If Vildred says this in a way that truly means he's joking, Ras does not pick up on it. In fact, he simply nods in understanding. His only real concern would be... ] Should I be going out to get food and such for you, then...? I cannot imagine you would want to be indecent in the Grove...
[ He's pretty sure Ydalir would not allow this anyway- ]
I might have some longer robes for you to borrow as well? Ah, all to say, I do not mind, personally.
I have some robes lying around, but they're short. So yeah, I'd need you to pick food up and bring it back here, but if I go to Heimr's and get groceries in advance, it's not like we'd run out before the week was up.
[Looking at Ras... wondering what Ras would look like with a tail...
[ From where Ras is, he puts his hands on his head, right against his temples. He then closes all his fingers inward, sans his pointers, to make "horns" on his head. Then he goes over to Vildred, and settles these hand-horns against his temples instead. ]
[Ooh you know what this is So not solving the issues he's been having with cute aggression over Ras. They were a bit softer, a bit more muted, when they first arrived, but they've been ramping out of control lately. Hhh.]
I doubt they'll be as small as your hands, though. [haha ras smol. But Vildred is raising his hands up to hold onto Ras', his much larger ones practically enveloping the Covenant's.] Everyone that gets those has huge horns. The tailor, and that, [disdainfully:] fire guy from the bakery, to name a few examples.
...Mister Flamebringer? He has a couple sets of horns... [ Ras may or may not have poked one while he was sitting on his lap- ]
Regardless, people may assume you to be Suin when we go back home. It might be funny to explain to people how you got them from a dragon... Especially since they tend to steer clear of Ezera.
Oh. I... I do not wish for your mother to be upset with you. I mean- That would be a horrible first impression on her. "Hello, I suggested your son get horns"... Do you think she will not like me after this?
[He laughs softly, bringing their hands down and just sort of... holding onto Ras' for a while. In his lap. No big deal just two dudes out here holding hands.]
I think it would be hard to make a bad impression on her. I more meant flip out as in... she'll wonder what the hell I'm doing. It's hard to explain. [He snorts, then drags his thumb across Ras' knuckles. Why are his hands so small...] I'm more worried about you sticking your hands in the stew when I bring you to dinner to meet her.
I would not do that. You taught me to use the proper utensil, remember...? [ Well. Hopefully Vildred's Future Ras(tm) will remember their time here. Otherwise, maybe he really will stick his hands in the stew. Ras isn't too concerned with that now, though.
It's a wonder how he doesn't currently think they're dating with how much Vildred has been Very Touchy with him. But he's genuinely just used to all this by now. He will attempt to move their hands together so he can twine their fingers together, though. ]
Anyway, I promise to make a good impression. Once we figure out how to get home to begin with...
We'll get there. [Stan thinks they'll spend 30 years here.] We have to figure out surviving the goings-on here first. So far we're doing a good job, but people are warning me that it could get pretty intense.
[Their fingers are twined together, and Vildred pulls Ras onto the couch next to him instinctively, close enough for their legs to touch.]
But I know she'll adore you. [vildred she's going to think you're gay (and she's right)]
...Should I bring her something when we go to meet her...?
[ Ras fidgets slightly. He knows that when people want to "talk" to Diche through Ras (aka pray) they bring her gifts and such. Wine, flowers, incense, gold - things like that. Is that normal? To bring gifts to one's creator/mother? ]
No, you don't have to worry about that. She probably wouldn't accept a gift because of your status. We used to visit the church at least once a week and pray... you were in that glass box.
[He hates that glass box. He hates the Ras Containment Prison, and he really wishes the priests would stop kissing Ras in his sleep. Can people just stop kissing Ras for five seconds he hates it stop doing that—]
In a way, I guess my family "knows" you, but they definitely don't know you the way I do.
...I have not met your family, now that I think about it. Not in any of the worlds that I have known you. I suppose it has been hard to do so, considering our situation. [ The war, he means-
He gives Vildred's hands a little squeeze. ]
I would still like to do something for your family all the same. You are very dear to me, after all.
I definitely didn't show you them in "my" timeline either. But when we go back, you'll get to see my mansion, and meet my staff and parents. Oh, and I should have you meet my mentor too — he's a bit dry, though, not fun like I am.
[Girl,]
There's a whole bunch of stuff I have to show you when we kill the Archdemon. A whole bunch of human stuff, that you can't do if you're sleeping.
... [ He dips his head down after a moment's pause. He doesn't usually "express" much, but there's a tinge of sadness in his eyes all the same. ]
I... had not considered what would happen after the Archdemon is dead... [ He probably... like... should go back to sleep, right? Or, does he need to be the one to check on Ilryos? ] I do not think I want to go back to sleep, though. I would like to see the world without the war.
I know. We had a whole talk about that on the balcony. [Vildred's gaze softens, and he brings a hand up, freeing it from Ras' momentarily only to thread it through the other man's hair.] I still... want to spend the rest of my life with you.
[i'm calling the police can you Exit the fucking closet???]
...I just... do not know how to progress in that regard. There are some possibilities that come to mind, but... [ Pause. ] I suppose now that you know you have been with me for far longer than you know, it is hard for me to imagine a time when you would not be there. We have been through so much together, even if I were there for the rest of your life, I do not know how to progress... after.
I know that is selfish thinking of me, though. I apologize.
...I know. That would be hard for me too, saying goodbye to you in any capacity.
[He strokes Ras' hair slowly, gently.]
I guess we have to do what we opted for last time we talked about it! I guess I'm gonna ask Diche if she'll let me spend the rest of eternity with you!
[Whenever Ras walks into one of those glowing orbs, he will get thrown back to Orbis, in the Church he's so often woke up in. This time, it's from the perspective of an onlooker, though he might be lucky enough (? source needed) (source mildly horrifying) to see himself in the glass box, hair shorter than he normally keeps it.
Ahead of him is a family. Stark black hair going grey for the two adults, the youngest child wearing shorts and with his own black hair tied up into a short ponytail. One guess as to who this little boy is. Carefully, said baby Vildred ambles up to the glass case Ras is in and knocks on it like he's tapping on a fish tank. When Ras doesn't respond, Vildred looks back at his parents, frowning.]
Is he in there 'cause he's dead?
No, sweetheart, he's alright.
Well, he's gonna suffocate in there. Then he'll be dead.
[Vildred cannot be older than five or six here, but he definitely talks with the tone of a rich child who's been well-educated at his big age of Baby.]
Why's he in a coffin anyway? He should have a bedroom.
Well, sweetheart, he's important to Orbis and the church. He's holy.
Then he should have a bigger bedroom. I bet he's not all that comfy in there.
[And then his little gremlin hands start trying to unlatch the lid of the glass coffin, and immediately, three nuns make for him. No no sweetie let's not do that—]
[ Incredibly horrifying. Though, Ras doesn't really mind. Perhaps he's just used to waking up in said case that he hasn't registered it as "odd" at all. He does tilt his head at Vildred, though. He's so little here... how is it possible that this small human grows up later to be such a big human?
(Also, why the fuck can he see all this? He didn't go back in time, otherwise he'd be IN the box? Right???)
He walks over to where baby Vildred is, reaching out to try and pat his head, but as he tries, the memory fades to glittering lights, and suddenly Ras' hand is instead... against Vildred's chest. His Vildred.
Oh.
He blinks, the backdrop of the fog and forest finally coming back into view. ]
...You truly did not like the church even so small, did you?
[What a cringy childhood memory to have shown his boyfriend noooooo—
Vildred's face flushes, and he clears his throat.]
That was the start of it, yeah. I was always arguing with the nuns and my folks about you. I thought it was weird... no, I still think it's weird that they had to open up the case to kiss you. I think it's weird they kept you in a glass case like a toy in general.
[He plops his hand down on Ras' head. Time to pet Ras.]
I think me being a kid thinking this was ridiculous is where it started. I didn't have a reason to think that, I just drew the conclusion on my own and became a hellion every time we went to church.
They are showing their reverence for Goddess Diche through me. I never minded - it is not as though mortals can speak with her. [ Hell, even Ras doesn't really get to speak with her that often. ]
They're showing it in freakish and increasingly absurd ways. There's a guy that— you don't know him yet I don't think, but there's this fucking guy— don't say that— a priest named Morfid who steals your hair and hides under your bed. I don't think that counts as worshipping Diche at that point.
[Angry angry angry angry-]
But, uh, humans do that. I mean, I'm taller than a lot of humans are, but that's still something that happens. I was about average height for a child my age back then, and I only really shot up like that during puberty.
I am not one to tell someone how they can or can't worship. It is important for people to express their faith in ways they find comfort with. I am a fragment of the goddess, so that surely confuses people how to respond to my presence in general. It is why Diche crafted this form like so - she wanted me to be as far less intimidating as I can be so people would not fear me.
More than that... I am also meant to be someone who saves Orbis. People are... They are told that I will, as well. Not that there is a chance I will fail, nor that there will be loss along the way, nor that I am only barely strong enough to fight the Archdemon alone, but that I will defeat him and bring peace.
...
I think it is safe to imagine people might act "freakish and absurd" when their hope starts to wane.
[ He gently stands onto his toes and presses a kiss against Vildred's lips. ]
It does make me happy to know... even so small, you were worried about me.
I still think they should try to treat you like a human, or at least, if they're going to treat you as divine... not manhandle you like you're cattle.
[Sighs, but he'll take this kiss. Ras really has to reach to do it... it's cute. Ras is cute.
Pet Ras.]
I was sort of unruly... and yeah, I really was worried you would suffocate in that glass, and was always mad on your behalf. I remember really wanting to talk to you while you were asleep, but obviously you couldn't respond... and then you woke up, and in each of my lives, I got to talk to you, and stand at your side. I guess fate sort of has a way, doesn't it?
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Mr. Floaty! There you are~. I have your clothes for you and your friend ready. Will you try yours on here so I can make any adjustments on the fly?
[He hands Ras two sets of clothing. One is very flowy and in Ain's usual style, except the neckline is more open and not meant to be closed and has extra fabric around the neck to hold it over his shoulders while leaving the chest open. It's very well-thought-out so that it doesn't fall off all the time. The second is simple, masculine, and comes with a jacket that Ain emphasizes "would look good tied around the waist, but it's cold out so probably don't do that".]
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[he has not slept. That's normal for him though, he has his brainghost friends to keep him happy and sane :)
Anyway the temptation to stare at ass vs the temptation to be noble... noble wins out in the end because brainghost Raven is yelling at him so—]
Oh, but you should maybe change in the room over there since it's private? [It's a small changing room, Dachie is usually in there playing if he's not in the storeroom.] I'll have to see you slightly undressed anyway if I have to make alterations, but I don't want you to flash anyone looking in the windows.
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[ Shuffling only half dressed over to the changing room- ]
Of course. Would you rather stay out here while I change...? Admittedly, though I have been fitted before, it was under much different circumstances. I am unaware of your protocols for such things.
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[lol get fucked @ vildred hes gonna put his hands on your not-bf before you
Anyway, Ain is shuffling into the back with Ras. There are no windows here. There are more mannequins though, and Dachie is sleeping on top of one he knocked over.
Undress, holy boy.]
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[ Anyway, hi Dachie, sorry for holy boy ass, hope you're having a good day.
Fortunately, Ras knows how to take off his clothes at least. The robes come off easily, but the armor underneath is a little trickier. It takes him a few tries to get his chest cage off.
You can probably stop him from taking his underwear off, though. He doesn't know better. To Ras this is just part of the outfit. ]
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Haha, your underwear can stay on. This is just for the pants and a shirt. [And once that's done:] The pants will be easy enough to put on, so here. You can put them on normally like you would with any other pair of pants. I designed them after your flowy ones you have now.
[And once Ras has those on, Ain will do circles around him to make sure they fit everything. Make him sit down and move and don't rip or anything. Make sure they're nice in the butt department, y'know, the things that matter.]
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The material feels nice. It's certainly looser than my battle attire.
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[Well that's good! Next step, showing Ras how to put on this shirt. Really it's simple: the arms go in the sleeves like a normal shirt, there are two buttons that close it at the tummy but leave his chest exposed due to how the fabric is shaped, but the neck is the more complex part. There are two wraps of fabric at the collar that get tied loosely around his neck, and a diamond-shaped blue button gets pressed through the holes in both to keep it held in place. This supports the garment without it falling off his back, and is relatively easy to do. Just, y'know, if you're not familiar with clothing you need to be shown, that's all.]
What about this? Raise your arms up high and put them down, and then twist around like this...
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Not that I can tell. You are very talented with this, Ain.
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I think you look good, Mr. Floaty! Here.
[And he draaaaaaags the floor mirror over.]
Do you like how it looks too? You said it feels good, but I want to make sure it's the style you like.
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[ He's trying so hard to understand, help. ]
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…I do not believe that can be translated into clothes, however.
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[Fruits is berries is fruits is berries...??? Is tomatoes...?]
You might be able to get some cologne that smells like rain.
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[Ain is going to lead Ras out in his new clothes and pack his old ones + his friend's into a bag, and then head out. Dachie can stay asleep in the room for now. He wants to show Ras his perfume and stuff.]
You don't have to track things you like. I think you know if you like something if it makes you feel good. Like, my favourite foods are pastries and cheesecake and cute little desserts, and I know that because I get really happy when I eat them. And I looooove humans and the colour green and flowers and animals. I know that because all of those things make me feel happy.
[He hums.]
Some people don't have a favourite colour. Some people really do love all of them, and I think that's okay. And you can like anything other than... I guess, evil things? Like evil people and... stuff. [thanks ain]
1/2
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I believe I would say I dislike evil things, considering my goddess created me to cull them.
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[He explains this succinctly as they travel down the path leading to the tailor shop, off to the other side of the Grove. It's a nice day out, Ain thinks. Perfect for, uh, discussions... about emotions that are hard.]
Um, happiness for me feels like... it tickles in my chest, which you don't have but go with it, and you feel like smiling and laughing a lot. It feels warm, like when someone gives you a hug or you're under a nice blanket. It's kind of like when you feel leaves brushing against your cheeks? [Hm.] You know, nice things like that.
When I'm happy, I just do whatever I want. I go talk to people or play my guitar, or nap under my wisteria trees, or... anything, really. Sometimes I'll treat myself to good food or go buy something from Mr. Shopkeeper because I'm happy. Or I take Dachie to go play, or something. I dunno.
I think if you like something, you're probably happy, at least with whatever it is you like. Sometimes there are exceptions, but those are kind of hard to point out. I like roses, but it makes me unhappy when I get pricked by the thorns. Sometimes I find a green shirt in a store and I don't like it, not because of the colour but maybe because of the shape of the sleeves or the patterning. Stuff like that... it's hard to put it into words, but when you grow into your emotions more, you'll kinda figure stuff out! Some of it, anyway, haha. I don't know everything yet. I've only had them for a few years.
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After a moment, though, Ras will meander off the path Ain is on to go pick up two stray leaves on the ground and just sort of... rubs them against his cheeks?
He's learning. So this is happiness...! ]
...So if I feel something like this, it's something I like?
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Haha, yeah, I think so. Maybe a little less literal, but it's that kind of tickly nice feeling.
[He feels like he's not helping that much.]
before the nov event but after roseroot. time for pining
He's at home again, sort of looking at Ras sidelong from where Vildred himself is sitting on the couch, chin in his hands.]
So, like you suggested a while ago, I'm going to go get blessings from the dragons so I don't get Corrupted. But I'll need to drop most, if not all of my clothing off at the tailor's for modifications, which means I'm not going to have anything to wear for the next... week?
...
If I walk around without pants for the next week, do you care? [And then he laughs like. Totally kidding! But also yeah he's not going to have pants on for the next week.]
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[ He's pretty sure Ydalir would not allow this anyway- ]
I might have some longer robes for you to borrow as well? Ah, all to say, I do not mind, personally.
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I have some robes lying around, but they're short. So yeah, I'd need you to pick food up and bring it back here, but if I go to Heimr's and get groceries in advance, it's not like we'd run out before the week was up.
[Looking at Ras... wondering what Ras would look like with a tail...
........why is he wondering that, pause.]
Do you think I'll look good with horns?
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...Probably. [ Thank you, Ras. ]
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I doubt they'll be as small as your hands, though. [haha ras smol. But Vildred is raising his hands up to hold onto Ras', his much larger ones practically enveloping the Covenant's.] Everyone that gets those has huge horns. The tailor, and that, [disdainfully:] fire guy from the bakery, to name a few examples.
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Regardless, people may assume you to be Suin when we go back home. It might be funny to explain to people how you got them from a dragon... Especially since they tend to steer clear of Ezera.
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I can't wait for everyone I know to be jealous.
[Krau, immediately: ok but did the dragon blessing enhance your di—]
...I do have a feeling my mom is going to flip out, though.
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I think it would be hard to make a bad impression on her. I more meant flip out as in... she'll wonder what the hell I'm doing. It's hard to explain. [He snorts, then drags his thumb across Ras' knuckles. Why are his hands so small...] I'm more worried about you sticking your hands in the stew when I bring you to dinner to meet her.
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It's a wonder how he doesn't currently think they're dating with how much Vildred has been Very Touchy with him. But he's genuinely just used to all this by now. He will attempt to move their hands together so he can twine their fingers together, though. ]
Anyway, I promise to make a good impression. Once we figure out how to get home to begin with...
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We'll get there. [Stan thinks they'll spend 30 years here.] We have to figure out surviving the goings-on here first. So far we're doing a good job, but people are warning me that it could get pretty intense.
[Their fingers are twined together, and Vildred pulls Ras onto the couch next to him instinctively, close enough for their legs to touch.]
But I know she'll adore you. [vildred she's going to think you're gay (and she's right)]
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[ Ras fidgets slightly. He knows that when people want to "talk" to Diche through Ras (aka pray) they bring her gifts and such. Wine, flowers, incense, gold - things like that. Is that normal? To bring gifts to one's creator/mother? ]
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[He hates that glass box. He hates the Ras Containment Prison, and he really wishes the priests would stop kissing Ras in his sleep. Can people just stop kissing Ras for five seconds he hates it stop doing that—]
In a way, I guess my family "knows" you, but they definitely don't know you the way I do.
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He gives Vildred's hands a little squeeze. ]
I would still like to do something for your family all the same. You are very dear to me, after all.
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[Girl,]
There's a whole bunch of stuff I have to show you when we kill the Archdemon. A whole bunch of human stuff, that you can't do if you're sleeping.
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I... had not considered what would happen after the Archdemon is dead... [ He probably... like... should go back to sleep, right? Or, does he need to be the one to check on Ilryos? ] I do not think I want to go back to sleep, though. I would like to see the world without the war.
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[i'm calling the police can you Exit the fucking closet???]
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I know that is selfish thinking of me, though. I apologize.
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[He strokes Ras' hair slowly, gently.]
I guess we have to do what we opted for last time we talked about it! I guess I'm gonna ask Diche if she'll let me spend the rest of eternity with you!
[do you hear yourself bud]
hi baby vildred memshare time
Ahead of him is a family. Stark black hair going grey for the two adults, the youngest child wearing shorts and with his own black hair tied up into a short ponytail. One guess as to who this little boy is. Carefully, said baby Vildred ambles up to the glass case Ras is in and knocks on it like he's tapping on a fish tank. When Ras doesn't respond, Vildred looks back at his parents, frowning.]
Is he in there 'cause he's dead?
No, sweetheart, he's alright.
Well, he's gonna suffocate in there. Then he'll be dead.
[Vildred cannot be older than five or six here, but he definitely talks with the tone of a rich child who's been well-educated at his big age of Baby.]
Why's he in a coffin anyway? He should have a bedroom.
Well, sweetheart, he's important to Orbis and the church. He's holy.
Then he should have a bigger bedroom. I bet he's not all that comfy in there.
[And then his little gremlin hands start trying to unlatch the lid of the glass coffin, and immediately, three nuns make for him. No no sweetie let's not do that—]
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(Also, why the fuck can he see all this? He didn't go back in time, otherwise he'd be IN the box? Right???)
He walks over to where baby Vildred is, reaching out to try and pat his head, but as he tries, the memory fades to glittering lights, and suddenly Ras' hand is instead... against Vildred's chest. His Vildred.
Oh.
He blinks, the backdrop of the fog and forest finally coming back into view. ]
...You truly did not like the church even so small, did you?
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Vildred's face flushes, and he clears his throat.]
That was the start of it, yeah. I was always arguing with the nuns and my folks about you. I thought it was weird... no, I still think it's weird that they had to open up the case to kiss you. I think it's weird they kept you in a glass case like a toy in general.
[He plops his hand down on Ras' head. Time to pet Ras.]
I think me being a kid thinking this was ridiculous is where it started. I didn't have a reason to think that, I just drew the conclusion on my own and became a hellion every time we went to church.
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How did you grow so big from something so small?
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[Angry angry angry angry-]
But, uh, humans do that. I mean, I'm taller than a lot of humans are, but that's still something that happens. I was about average height for a child my age back then, and I only really shot up like that during puberty.
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More than that... I am also meant to be someone who saves Orbis. People are... They are told that I will, as well. Not that there is a chance I will fail, nor that there will be loss along the way, nor that I am only barely strong enough to fight the Archdemon alone, but that I will defeat him and bring peace.
...
I think it is safe to imagine people might act "freakish and absurd" when their hope starts to wane.
[ He gently stands onto his toes and presses a kiss against Vildred's lips. ]
It does make me happy to know... even so small, you were worried about me.
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[Sighs, but he'll take this kiss. Ras really has to reach to do it... it's cute. Ras is cute.
Pet Ras.]
I was sort of unruly... and yeah, I really was worried you would suffocate in that glass, and was always mad on your behalf. I remember really wanting to talk to you while you were asleep, but obviously you couldn't respond... and then you woke up, and in each of my lives, I got to talk to you, and stand at your side. I guess fate sort of has a way, doesn't it?