SCAWWY 😱 ash

[concoctive]

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wknd 0; saturday

[concoctive]

[ this place is a wreck, holy shit. alfyn crosses into the theater cautiously as he looks around, unhitching his axe from where he'd strapped it into his belt underneath the green vest he's put on. it's less intended as a weapon at the moment and more that he plans on using it to catch himself if he has to, or move debris out of the way if something comes crashing down. ]

There's really not anything in this village that isn't falling apart, huh... we're gonna have to watch our steps in all the buildings, but this one looks a stiff breeze from falling on our heads...

[killies]

[ oh this is such a cute catchall theme ]

Seriously. I was thinking this is the biggest building, so it would be nice if could be fixed up a little bit. Like a home base.

[concoctive]

[ holds it up!!! it's been a challenge for characters i don't know as well but that's always fun. ]

It's pretty defensible looking, right? At least on the outside. If we can get things fixed up it might be more doable, but as-is... eugh.

[killies]

... As is... Maybe just for meetings.

Week 0: Friday

[killies]

[ ashlyn is just standing by the bulletin board, looking at the new posters. ]

... Now what...?

[concoctive]

[ he'll come to join her, axe in hand until he carefully props the butt of the pole against his hip, axehead in the ground, and just crosses his arms over his chest to hopefully cover all of his ink writing everywhere. ]

... I dunno. That Death is one of 'em, I - I really got no idea. Miss Laudna found Aventurine while me and Todomatsu were with her, but...

[killies]

[ meanwhile ash has not done anything to hide her ink all week. it would be impossible to; all she has to wear is a white t-shirt and shorts. her left arm says YOUR FAULT. ]

You did? What did he look like? What happened?

wk 1; monday

[concoctive]

[ it's been a while since he's been on the beach. alfyn has an affinity for water, considering he grew up in the riverlands, in clearbrook, and was one of the few members of his traveling party that knew how to swim long before adulthood. this is just a little saltier than his norm.

he looks a little wistful for a moment as he takes his boots off. ] Tressa'd have a thing or two to say about all this...

[ talking to himself, but he shakes it off when he notices ashlyn and shoots a friendly smile over before leveraging himself up once he's shoved his socks into the boots. ]

You know how to swim? Not a lot of people inland, where I'm from, tend to learn how - don't really go far enough to need to. But this kinda view... s'quiet and peaceful, think we could do with it.

[killies]

[ she's also taken off her boots so she can walk around without getting a fuckton of sand in them. and wanders closer to alfyn when she sees him. ]

A little. I've been swimming at the pool and stuff. Did you not have... pools?

[ ye oldes... ]

[concoctive]

[ he gives a small bump up against her - not enough to knock her over, but enough for companionable affection - once she's close enough, before shoving his hands into hish pockets. ]

Probably not in the same sense of what you're used to. Clearbrook had every kinda body of water, though, except the beach. Brooks, streams, rivers, ponds, pools.

Week 1: Thursday

[killies]

[ sometime after he has been as tended to as he can be, she'll come find alfyn! ]

... Are you free to talk?

[concoctive]

[ he is cleaned up, thanks to everyone's help and daan's treatment, so he is all set! tired, still, but clearly glad to be with other people, looking up at ash where he's sat. still on the island! ]

Yeah, m'good. Mr. Daan patched me up.

[killies]

That's good.

[ she knows that it's kind of rude to come ask for information from someone who's hurt? but doesn't really know how to offer any comfort or help with the hurt part so she's just trying to brush past it awkwardly. ]

So... I wanted to know what happened. In more detail.

wk 2; tuesday

[concoctive]

[ after all of the shenanigans of the day, alfyn is hoping for something more easygoing to come in the evening. when he sees ashlyn, as he's heading past the pyre as he makes his way through the village, he offers her a smile and starts to lift a hand.

but fire casts shadows, and shadows are more inclined towards ensnaring the sacrifices and dragging them into memories this week. at least this one doesn't make him grimace to see. ]

[killies]

[ oh this is possibly the nicest memory she's seen yet. ]

... What a nice guy.

[concoctive]

[ WHAT HORRIBLE MEMORIES ARE BEING FED TO THIS GIRL? ]

... whole reason I am what I am. And that I'm here. [ tired of all this as he is, and COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF THE HELL THAT BRITT PUTS HIM THROUGH LATER, he still gives her a smile. ] Got lucky, for a lot of reasons, considerin' I had to replicate his whole concoction later.

Week 3: Monday

[killies]

[ let's be having a horrible nightmare adventure in the giant spider forest. ]

... Did you hear that?

[concoctive]

[ looks at both their canons and laughs sweatily at creepy noises ]

... yeah, bet it's nothin' good. Never is. [ he reaches back behind himself and unsnaps his axe from the loop on his belt, giving it a deft spin. ] How's your leg doin'?

[killies]

[ an appropriate reaction from alfyn but she's still like. hmm. oh no. ]

Good enough to run if we have to.

Week 3: Sunday

[killies]

[ well. ]

Things could have gone worse...

[concoctive]

[ there's a weak laugh. his heart's not anywhere in it. ]

... yeah. Mr. Gale will be okay, and. Cae got to die as himself.

[killies]

They usually do... It just means having to suffer for the last few moments, but—I guess it's better than not getting another moment as yourself.

Week 4: Sunday

[killies]

[ unfortunately, ash isn't very good company today... she can be found just sitting around outside, staring off into space, though. ]

[concoctive]

[ this is fine.

alfyn pauses a little ways back when he spots her, before he disappears for ten, fifteen minutes. when he returns, it's with a blanket that he drops around her shoulders gently before he drops to sit down near her. still giving space, but just propping his arms on his knees and staring off into the void. ]

[killies]

[ oh. it doesn't surprise her at least because she hears him coming. so she accepts the blanket and gives him a lil nod.

and after like an awkwardly long time of just sitting there finally thinks to say: ]

Thanks.