Who: wanda and others When: april & may Where: solvunn, horizon What: catch-all for the month, closed and open prompts within. Warnings: none at the moment, will mark as needed.
[He doesn't disagree. The only thing that pisses him off is he had to stand by and watch her get what she deserved -- which is death -- instead of doing it himself. But the thing is, he doesn't think she needed to be turned into a fucked up animal corpse. She just needed to die. To take responsibility, even if it's only a drop in the ocean's worth.
Nero only shrugs, looking out into the fields. Wanda pushing against him is enough to give him something to think about, sure, but the fact he's seen this, that he grew up in this, can't assuage every worry he's got. There were plenty of people in the Order who didn't turn into demons, sure. But everything that happened didn't stop 'em from still worshiping Sparda, either.
Like none of it meant anything.
He turns his head back to her. All at once, Nero is like a fist that has unclenched. He can't lie; the idea of leaving them behind and being like Aloy, even for a bit, did come to him. And it's not something he wants, but he isn't forcing anything on his friends, either.
He's just -- fucked. A little.]
I've seen it too. All the flirty side-eyes. [His hardened brows relax.] The three of us, huh? You know what? I'd like that. If it's not... you know, a pain in the ass.
[wanda sets down her food on the blanket and, then, without much preamble, lies back. she feels the pinpricks of the grass blades against her skin, just under the blanket, smells the wet soil from an earlier spring shower. her eyes dart up to the sky, blue and endless, scattered clouds as far as one can see, allowing them to plan out where to go before it even thinks about raining again.
her shoulders have been tense, so she lets them relax.]
The three of us.
[eyes closed, she tries to sound as confident as she feels.]
We live by the laws of the commune, but we set our own pace. What we want, how we want it. We look after the others, we make sure... we won't be caught off guard again.
[because, truth be told, they know that out of everyone who has been summoned here, despite their own strengths and abilities, the three of them might be near unkillable. being here for as long as they have... they owe it to everyone.
[It's pretty much that simple for Nero. If Wanda and Himeka were down, so was he. Though, you know. Funny. Thinking back the first day he'd come, still sopping wet from the water he'd been ripped out of, the last thing in his head had been tryin' to make friends. Or getting pulled into someone else's home.
Hell. Working on a fuckin' farm, of all things. He's a devil hunter. Not Farmer Joebob.]
I'm not lookin' to completely abandon Solvunn, either. Just need some distance. [Despite the seriousness of what's led to this, he snorts.] And I want my own damn room. I'm sick of sharin' it with a bunch of lizards and goats. [He looks up into the sky, too.] What do you think of buildin' something? Never tried myself, but with the three of us, guarantee we won't fuck up too bad.
[that answers a question she had on her mind about whether nero would feel more comfortable where more summoned were, like in the cities. even if there being a crowd doesn't necessarily mean they'll be safe.
it makes her feel a little better knowing that nero doesn't want to leave.]
You sound like the type who would want to build something.
[and if that keeps him happy? sure—]
I think we can all have our own rooms. A proper bed with a mattress, a big kitchen, an actual garden...
I mean, why not? Call it manly impulse or whatever.
[He had a feeling Himeka and her would assume that anyway. The thing is -- he's never really built anything. Not from the ground up, not out of nothing. He can't even say Devil May Cry is entirely his. Just another branch of something bigger.
He'd like to try new things. Survive different shit. Give Kyrie stories like she might not believe.]
And you sound like the type to want to garden. [Maternal instinct, maybe? Or maybe 'cause they just need to eat, aas tempting as the screaming mandrakes are.] That sounds awesome. And no one's stopping us, right? We don't even have to buy property.
[wanda can’t help the smile that pulls at her lips as he ultimately calls her out on the wanting a garden bit. that’s exactly what she wanted, to get some of that usual nero snark thrown at her, because that tells her that he’s still there — they’ve not lost him entirely, yet.
and he can heal.
she turns her head in his direction.]
We might have to ask, but I don’t think they’ll stop us. Between you, me and Himeka, I think the commune and the council know that they can trust us.
[from where she is, lying on the grass, she reaches up with a hand to lightly shove at his arm. her smile is a little wider, showing teeth a little; she has fun with nero—she really does.]
It's not exactly as exciting as being thrown through four stories of a skyscraper, but I guess I can find a little fun in it. [Besides, that only happened to him, like, once. Or twice.
He's not around a lot of skyscrapers. Other buildings? Sure. Lots of churches, for one.
It's a nice day, his stomach's full of Himeka's food, and there's a plan. Maybe it was that simple. A plan. Something to do, something that needed to be done. Something to work towards -- and that would give him some space.
After a second, he leans his head back in the sun. The fresh air, the sun, and the scent of the living woods -- all the opposite of that fuckin' pit.] Thanks, Wanda.
[sometimes nero says some crazy thing that wanda can only imagine was part of his life, once, as a devil hunter. he just says it all without context, and wanda's learned to not ask for him to elaborate nor gets her hopes up for context.
he'll talk about it when he feels particular about proving how 'cool' he is, or whatever.
all she can really focus on is how nero sounds better, something lighter about him, and she smiles, eyes closing.]
You're welcome.
[because sometimes they can be genuine with one another, too.]
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Nero only shrugs, looking out into the fields. Wanda pushing against him is enough to give him something to think about, sure, but the fact he's seen this, that he grew up in this, can't assuage every worry he's got. There were plenty of people in the Order who didn't turn into demons, sure. But everything that happened didn't stop 'em from still worshiping Sparda, either.
Like none of it meant anything.
He turns his head back to her. All at once, Nero is like a fist that has unclenched. He can't lie; the idea of leaving them behind and being like Aloy, even for a bit, did come to him. And it's not something he wants, but he isn't forcing anything on his friends, either.
He's just -- fucked. A little.]
I've seen it too. All the flirty side-eyes. [His hardened brows relax.] The three of us, huh? You know what? I'd like that. If it's not... you know, a pain in the ass.
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her shoulders have been tense, so she lets them relax.]
The three of us.
[eyes closed, she tries to sound as confident as she feels.]
We live by the laws of the commune, but we set our own pace. What we want, how we want it. We look after the others, we make sure... we won't be caught off guard again.
[because, truth be told, they know that out of everyone who has been summoned here, despite their own strengths and abilities, the three of them might be near unkillable. being here for as long as they have... they owe it to everyone.
or something.]
You could have an actual room, for once.
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Hell. Working on a fuckin' farm, of all things. He's a devil hunter. Not Farmer Joebob.]
I'm not lookin' to completely abandon Solvunn, either. Just need some distance. [Despite the seriousness of what's led to this, he snorts.] And I want my own damn room. I'm sick of sharin' it with a bunch of lizards and goats. [He looks up into the sky, too.] What do you think of buildin' something? Never tried myself, but with the three of us, guarantee we won't fuck up too bad.
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it makes her feel a little better knowing that nero doesn't want to leave.]
You sound like the type who would want to build something.
[and if that keeps him happy? sure—]
I think we can all have our own rooms. A proper bed with a mattress, a big kitchen, an actual garden...
[okay, she would love a garden.]
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[He had a feeling Himeka and her would assume that anyway. The thing is -- he's never really built anything. Not from the ground up, not out of nothing. He can't even say Devil May Cry is entirely his. Just another branch of something bigger.
He'd like to try new things. Survive different shit. Give Kyrie stories like she might not believe.]
And you sound like the type to want to garden. [Maternal instinct, maybe? Or maybe 'cause they just need to eat, aas tempting as the screaming mandrakes are.] That sounds awesome. And no one's stopping us, right? We don't even have to buy property.
[Real Oregon Trail shit.]
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and he can heal.
she turns her head in his direction.]
We might have to ask, but I don’t think they’ll stop us. Between you, me and Himeka, I think the commune and the council know that they can trust us.
[from where she is, lying on the grass, she reaches up with a hand to lightly shove at his arm. her smile is a little wider, showing teeth a little; she has fun with nero—she really does.]
Sounds exciting, doesn’t it?
if we wrap up here I can hit her TL next!
It's not exactly as exciting as being thrown through four stories of a skyscraper, but I guess I can find a little fun in it. [Besides, that only happened to him, like, once. Or twice.
He's not around a lot of skyscrapers. Other buildings? Sure. Lots of churches, for one.
It's a nice day, his stomach's full of Himeka's food, and there's a plan. Maybe it was that simple. A plan. Something to do, something that needed to be done. Something to work towards -- and that would give him some space.
After a second, he leans his head back in the sun. The fresh air, the sun, and the scent of the living woods -- all the opposite of that fuckin' pit.] Thanks, Wanda.
anywhere anyplace all at once <3
he'll talk about it when he feels particular about proving how 'cool' he is, or whatever.
all she can really focus on is how nero sounds better, something lighter about him, and she smiles, eyes closing.]
You're welcome.
[because sometimes they can be genuine with one another, too.]