vax was gone for most of the time after execution, splitting his time between ruby and vin, for the most part - but with the two of them now safely in other people's hands, he's still kind of hard to find.
... however. a check in the simulation room might yield results.
the setting is somber, but very familiar -- it's that church, again. the architecture of the inside looks like delicately carved bone instead of brick, and the massive sweeping steeple above his head ends in a dome, where stained glass shines a kaleidoscope of colors onto the white floor.
in the middle of the room is the blood pool from last week's execution. the statue with the strange mask stands tall just above it, and there's a figure draped on the shoulder of it, a raven feathered wing hanging down vertical over the front like a cloak.
said wing is attached to vax'ildan, who's laying here with his hands folded on his chest, looking up at the stained glass. this is, of course, Raven's Crest.
when he hears the door open, he glances down, though. he's far away enough that his emotions are faint, considering he's a good twenty feet in the air, but there's a quiet warmth of recognition alongside a melancholy. ]
[ the tease has a little less giddy playfulness to it than usual, because he is just. so tired, but he can muster up the good spirits for emet. vax shifts, rolling over to his side, still draped over the shoulder of the statue to look down at him, for once. the wings go with him, the one not against the stone draping over his side, naturally. ]
Mm. [ because of course. his kids. ] I was gonna come back out eventually. Just needed a little time to think. [ brood, ]
[ he seems to be enjoying being tall too, actually. another shift - there's a flap of feathers as he readjusts, this time draping over instead of on his side. so he could reach out to touch, if he really wanted to. ]
[ how not tsundere of him to say so... vax looks fond, and as emet comes closer, he drops his arm, letting it dangle, fingertips close enough to brush if he reaches up. big man. ]
'm alright. [ ... death is what he's used to dealing in, after all. ] Fates have a way of falling.
[ the fondness is warmer as he speaks, a little more obvious. he really appreciated that little gesture from emet, maybe more than he could really say in the moment. ]
[ there's something about that - falling, and knowing someone wants to catch you - that's... well. there's a little flutter of emotion, there, deeply affectionate and warm, vax's eyes crinkling as he smiles. ]
... Alright.
[ no jokes or anything this time. vax closes his eyes, folds his raven wings - and just lets himself fall, doing a graceful flip so he's not going headfirst, but otherwise, fully expecting to be caught as he slips free. ]
[he catches him, of course. easy enough, gently-- and sets vax on his feet after, fingertips running briefly over the edge of a wing to smooth a feather.
the quiet warmth is easier to feel, now, this close. it's beginning to be present more often around vax.]
There. While I suppose you do deserve to make me look up for a change, I hardly intend to leave here with a sore neck.
[ he does not at all mind those feather touches - the wing shivers a little, a living limb attached to its person even if it's just a simulation, here - and just looks up at him. there's a brief moment where it's clear some kind of a dirty joke goes across his mind if the slightly raunchy edge to his grin and emotions are an indicator, but he bites his lip to not say it and just grins like a naughty cat.
and instead, once his feet touch the ground, delicately pushes back off on the ball of his foot to hover, wings extended, so they're eye to eye. ]
besides he doesn't have to say it because he just has to imply it and emet gets it and gets tsun about it and he just thinks that's very cute. victory for vax!
anyway. he does a little turn with his wings, feathers very gently brushing against emet when he does. ]
Do miss em. It's only recently I got to have them whenever I wanted. [ aka when he died. emet can probably fill in the blank. ] Figures I'd lose that right away.
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week 4, sunday
vax was gone for most of the time after execution, splitting his time between ruby and vin, for the most part - but with the two of them now safely in other people's hands, he's still kind of hard to find.
... however. a check in the simulation room might yield results.
the setting is somber, but very familiar -- it's that church, again. the architecture of the inside looks like delicately carved bone instead of brick, and the massive sweeping steeple above his head ends in a dome, where stained glass shines a kaleidoscope of colors onto the white floor.
in the middle of the room is the blood pool from last week's execution. the statue with the strange mask stands tall just above it, and there's a figure draped on the shoulder of it, a raven feathered wing hanging down vertical over the front like a cloak.
said wing is attached to vax'ildan, who's laying here with his hands folded on his chest, looking up at the stained glass. this is, of course, Raven's Crest.
when he hears the door open, he glances down, though. he's far away enough that his emotions are faint, considering he's a good twenty feet in the air, but there's a quiet warmth of recognition alongside a melancholy. ]
Hey.
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[he'd checked, naturally. he can't look in marine, but-- he figured he wouldn't really be there, after everything.]
...you've been with them, I take it.
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[ the tease has a little less giddy playfulness to it than usual, because he is just. so tired, but he can muster up the good spirits for emet. vax shifts, rolling over to his side, still draped over the shoulder of the statue to look down at him, for once. the wings go with him, the one not against the stone draping over his side, naturally. ]
Mm. [ because of course. his kids. ] I was gonna come back out eventually. Just needed a little time to think. [ brood, ]
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it's strange, looking up at him, but... maybe vax deserves to feel tall for once.]
If you would prefer I leave you to your thoughts, I shall. It is up to you.
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[ he seems to be enjoying being tall too, actually. another shift - there's a flap of feathers as he readjusts, this time draping over instead of on his side. so he could reach out to touch, if he really wanted to. ]
You alright?
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[of course.
emet-selch moves closer, then, as vax shifts. enough for that thread of concern to be noticeable, even if it's more for him than for emet himself.]
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'm alright. [ ... death is what he's used to dealing in, after all. ] Fates have a way of falling.
[ the fondness is warmer as he speaks, a little more obvious. he really appreciated that little gesture from emet, maybe more than he could really say in the moment. ]
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[he does reach up, after a minute. lets their hands brush, glancing up to him.]
You may as well, if you wish to come down here.
[obviously he's not going to let him just hit the ground from way up there.]
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... Alright.
[ no jokes or anything this time. vax closes his eyes, folds his raven wings - and just lets himself fall, doing a graceful flip so he's not going headfirst, but otherwise, fully expecting to be caught as he slips free. ]
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the quiet warmth is easier to feel, now, this close. it's beginning to be present more often around vax.]
There. While I suppose you do deserve to make me look up for a change, I hardly intend to leave here with a sore neck.
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[ he does not at all mind those feather touches - the wing shivers a little, a living limb attached to its person even if it's just a simulation, here - and just looks up at him. there's a brief moment where it's clear some kind of a dirty joke goes across his mind if the slightly raunchy edge to his grin and emotions are an indicator, but he bites his lip to not say it and just grins like a naughty cat.
and instead, once his feet touch the ground, delicately pushes back off on the ball of his foot to hover, wings extended, so they're eye to eye. ]
Seems a good compromise.
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and as he hovers, puts them eye to eye-- emet nods, approving.]
Much better. 'Tis a shame you may not keep these elsewhere; they suit you well.
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besides he doesn't have to say it because he just has to imply it and emet gets it and gets tsun about it and he just thinks that's very cute. victory for vax!
anyway. he does a little turn with his wings, feathers very gently brushing against emet when he does. ]
Do miss em. It's only recently I got to have them whenever I wanted. [ aka when he died. emet can probably fill in the blank. ] Figures I'd lose that right away.