I don’t know if I remember the plot of TOS2 well, but I think I remember that correctly? lol it was so sweet and peaceful then I was like “nah.” Poor Emil.
❝ You don’t live anywhere? …Do you need a place to stay? I mean, the apartment’s kinda small, but we’ve always got room if y’need a place to sleep or something! Like, really, we’ve got room for you if you need it. ❞
"Wait! No, I–I don’t, I mean, I … what?“
”N-no, no! I’m fine, r-really, I j-just, I … I d-don’t need – I mean, I don’t, I’m not–not–I just.“
Cue Emil’s words slowly disintegrating into a jumble of rather unsure and confused noises.
There is silence as the god kneels, staring at a wolf cub. A pale hand reaches out to turn the frightened creature’s head, autumn star eyes dimming at the sight of a gash across its throat. It was unclear whether it was the work or a poacher or another of the beasts that roamed this world, though it mattered not. Neither was left in the close vicinity as he travels had brought him here in happenstance. And as a god of healing, he couldn’t very well leave the poor beast to slowly bleed out, now could he?
“Quiet now,” he cooed as the pup barked in its newfound strength as magic poured from the god’s fingers. Once the healing was done, and the injury left as no more than a thin red scratch, he pulled his hand back. The pup, however, still frightened, lashed out, small teeth tearing against digits before they could be snatched away.
“Ack—! Some payback. See if I help your help your kind again—” Injured hand was waved about in the air as the skin repaired itself. Though he could heal himself at ease if his wounds were not too dire, it didn’t take from the fact that had smarted.
Emil had been quiet, his voice unheard from those who traversed the wilds without his say-so, without his knowledge. Green gaze one of sadness, dissapointment, as he listened to cries of creatures ( game they call it. yet to play with life is no game) fall from their graces and collapse in piles of blood or muck, laughter heard amongst those hunters, slinging skins over shoulders, leaving behind that which would not profit them.
So, it was with a heavy heart and sullen feet that the spirit had begun his walk forward, retracing steps, large creature following behind faithfully ( orion always accompanied him when he was home, the poor wolf would never do anything but ). His stomach dropping to his toes as he ushered the older beast to the side, it’s green fur and large proportions difficult to hide within the confines of a forest, yet it was manageable, with back pressed against the trunk, deep breaths swallowed in his throat, he listened.
Soft squeaking, attempts of speech, of warning to something that would kill him.
Or, so it thought.
The sound grew more solid, it’s low noises, whining, whimpering, turning more. It surprised as a sharp snap was heard, cursing the wolf for it’s animalistic behavior as it rushed beyond, tearing away, yet stopping at the edge of the clearing, staring at Emil curiously.
Noise, head tilting, tail shifting, Emil slowly lowered on his haunches, offering a hand, despite the low gutteral noise made within his own wolves throat. A sniff forward, the creature gliding closer to the spirit who made no motion to disturb before it moved, jumping closer, a purr of comfort.
❝ P r ot e c t ❞
"Of course…“
He gave a light smile, it’s head pressing tightly into the blond’s bossom, not even going to glance over at what had been the reasoning for the wolf’s survival until it gave a low growl, his own beast following with barred teeth and green eyes jumped. Mouth open, attempting to form words awkwardly before he swallowed audibly, small fox within his grip as he closed his eyes.
( The royal had been perusing a rather weighty history book when the escort and his escortee made their arrival at the library’s entrance, and though the knocks upon gilded wood went unnoticed, it was what came after them — the knight’s calls to Her Majesty — that successfully snatched her attention away from the ancient tome. )
☩ —— ;; ❝Your Grace? I don’t mean to barge in on you, but a…guest requested for your presence.❞
( Tapered ears twitched, sapphire hues flickered upwards, and the thin page kept betwixt slender fingers was stilled in mid-turn. )
☩ —— ;; ❝—Your Grace?❞
♕ —— ;; ❝Hold, good sir,❞ Rosy fingertips lingered on the yellowed page for another moment before they were reluctantly moved to allow it to fall back into place atop its kin. ❝I will be there in a moment.❞
( Delicate brows furrowing ever so slightly at the thought of having to leave her comfortable seat — as well as her most intriguing book — behind to greet this ❛guest❜, the brunette gave a quiet sigh, deposited her bookmark (which was really just a rather short strip of satin) into place, and hesitantly closed the tome she was so engrossed in not a few moments ago before rising from the armchair she was seated in and hastily — vexingly — making her way towards the chamber’s entryway. )
( What — well, who was more like it — awaited her there almost instantaneously melted her displeasure away. Though it had been a while (a while too long, she bitterly mused) since she last fixed her gaze on those emerald hues or that mop of blond, pale hair, such features were all too familiar for the monarch, for they belonged to the man who had lent her people succour even when they shamed and degraded him. )
♕ —— ;; Blue optics widened, eyebrows were raised, and tips of elongated ears rose in position. ❝—Emil…?❞
Emil’s smile was thin upon lips, awaiting to be turned away or otherwise disengaged, royalties time not taken lightly before she proved the young blonde wrong ( yet again ) by coming forward to see him with his rag-tag grouping of flowers. Green eyes widened at the recognition which twinkled behind knowing eyes, ears tilting upward, eyebrows following such an expression and his name spilled from lips in a silent query.
Unsure how else to respond, Emil’s face growing as a fluster of color, he merely lifted the meager gift, –a silent apology– hair falling beyond his eyes, covering his face and leaving a nervous, awkward smile to stay his mouth. What else would such a spirit be willing to do? He could not think of anything, mind drawing blank as a soft cough escaped the back of his throat, forcing words from between dry lungs.
"i-I see … y-you haven’t forgotten me y-yet, y-your highness…“
Emil didn’t know how else to respond. He felt [ strange, weird, unworthy– ] confused to how he should be responding to this person. Someone who had saved his life –once upon a time– and he had done her a service back. A tooth for a tooth, allowing a chance so that he may continue to serve that which may be most beneficial to both of them.
As it were, he hadn’t expected to come back. Emil’s sentences in lands he was unaware of were typically very small. Come forward, get the monsters, go back. If there were ever any repeated incidents, it would typically be by accident, and he would never go out of his way to meet those few members of society which he had learned from or seen again. This was … a very special case.
Part of him, had been convinced that she would not remember him.
Embarrassment was clear on his lips as the guard gave a look, awaiting for instruction on what to do next with him. Whether it was to take him out, leave them be, or stay to watch. His duty was to she, and they ( despite their limited abilities ) would die in defense of the crown. Or, at least, most of them.
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