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ASURA ([personal profile] mirshikar) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-01-24 10:34 pm
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(Closed) Event & Aftermath Catch All

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Late January - Early February
Where: Rescue basecamp, Asura's shared home, and likely the steps of Parliament.
What: Wrath, dumb jokes, politics, and a lot of h/c.
Warnings: Strong descriptions of injury, mentions of torture (re: event) and slavery.

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[personal profile] enkidoh 2020-02-23 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Enkidu is still busy with trying to find the answer to a lot of questions. What it is they miss, what it is they are truly longing for. Humanity and their politics. The only thing that has become clear to them is that they like to have more friends than one and that humanity is far more complicated than they thought at first.

When Asura starts to add bushes and birds on the paper they lean forward a little, watching with a growing smile around their lips.]

Yes! [Despite the fact that their voice is soft there's an obvious enthusiastic undertone in it.] Imagine the tree covered in it. From top to bottom. [They place one of their hands on his arm.] We could grow plants in it as well. Create a good place for plants to grow. Perhaps we can... [Inside their head the tree house is becoming this beautiful, sunny home for flowers and animals.] ...ah...imagine a separated area meant for plants to grow. We could collect all plants we can find. Even in remote areas. Perhaps those plants could...be of some help. To heal others. After Edelgard saved me she brought me to this healer who used plants and herbs.

[Enkidu chuckles when Asura mimics eating one of the bird-flowers.]

Would you truly eat them? You seem more like someone who could enjoy a big chunk of meat. Beef, perhaps. [Enkidu hums in a thoughtful way.] I like mutton a lot. And bread. And then flushing that away with beer. It is such a hearty meal. It reminds me of Uruk. [More humming.] There should be butter cake as well.
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[personal profile] mirshikar 2020-03-01 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Uruk. [ —just this once, Asura is not overly verbose in his response, finding a particular sort of pleasure in listening to the lilt of Enkidu's voice, their cadence no different from the whistling of the wind as it cavorted through the forest. And with Enkidu's hand at rest atop his arm, perhaps the thing to do at present is act, instead of speak; share warmth, now that their plans have been given life upon paper. Lifting his arm (and so too raising Enkidu's own along with it), Asura's free hand finds Enkidu's waist, coaxing them closer with a languid, amorous, thoroughly playful tug. And if Enkidu should so allow it? They will come to find that Asura's series of tugs leads them to rest atop his lap, well within the circle of his arms as he sits lotus-legged and tall.

But even after, he cannot resist asking, if only to hear Enkidu's voice as it fills the room once again. ] Your home?

[ Growing plants and healing others. Mutton, bread, butter cake, and beer. All of them are worthy aspirations, humble things. And with the way Enkidu speaks of human food... maybe, they stand a chance of someday convincing Asura that savory dishes can be just as delectable as sweets. Does this dragon have a sweet tooth? Yes, yes he does, and it's been incurable to date. ]
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[personal profile] enkidoh 2020-03-15 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It is Gil's home... [Speaking of their friend is still not very easy, but this time their voice doesn't change into a sad one. They seem relaxed and even when Asura pulls them in his lap all they do is lean back, basking in the sudden closeness.

Ever since enduring that torture they have started to find a certain solace in being close to another. Where hands don't hurt and words aren't cruel. Where there is a certain sort of trust. And really, they want to learn how to trust again. To see the worth in humanity and experience the joy humans could bring them once again.] ...so it became a place where I have stayed as well. Still, I preferred the Cedar Forest. Or the lush jungles I've seen during our travels.

[One of their hands slides over Asura's, the remaining fingers carefully curling around said hand.]

And what place do you call home, Asura?
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