songerein | open [catch-all, quest 202]

Who: somnus & you
Which: log
Where: around
What: Quests, Catch-all, Wild-card
Warnings: cupid's pranks prompts

Quest 202: Cupid's Pranks

[ That this dream world is able to alter one's state of mind, consciousness, and emotions (or all three at once) is nothing new. Having been here over a year, the mayhem caused by these alterations is anything but charming. Phantom-- that is, incorporeal-- or not, wayward arrows bearing the mysterious power of this realm affect him as well; thus, he, too, must remain vigilant. But there's a flutter of wings, a giggle, a swift woosh, followed by a muted tap of a toy arrow against his back... and it's all over. The projectile falls upon the ground, joining a few soft, white feathers scattered behind as the cherub vanishes from sight... ]

Amorous
[ It could be within the smithy, the town square, near the treehouses, the cafe, or anywhere, and it could be any time of day or night, but you will find that Reverin's resident ghost stands alone, striken and still. Only the pale, spectral aura of his death long passed shifts about him in its usual light, ambient and cold as the moon. His cloak rustles, and a hand emerges from the dark, heavy fabric to rise upward. Long fingers make a cage upon the slight-left of his upper chest. The motion is tender, steadying, and fragile, braiding all three delicately and deadly as a weaver's edge.

His expression, polished as marble, ripples with an unseen weight. Ashen, solemn, his gaze raises... to meet yours.

This. This is a great, incomprehensible, and terrible pain. ]
Hostile
[ Among the various treehouses is one that's long been unoccupied-- seemingly, anyways, because the entire year that it has been claimed as a residence, very rarely has the resident himself occupied it. Curiously, though, there is a modest bit of land beside it that's cleared of snow and ice, thanks to the warmer weather besetting Reverin. Unfortunately for the same reason, the soil is no longer "soil", but melted slush and mud, with all four of its stone borders in disarray. This garden, if it can be called that in this state, is largely ruined, indiscernible from the rest of the land.

To make matters worse, the long-absent resident himself is actually here. He's leaning against the base of the tree, shadowed by its bare branches, his focus remaining fixed upon the damp, turned soil. Brow lowered, jaw tight, he doesn't appear too pleased. Perhaps the uncanny weather may have disrupted whatever he was trying to grow...

Or maybe it's you, who's unwittingly encroaching on this meager, misshapen mash of mud and brick if only to pass by. It's here that he stops you immediately. His voice is frost over steel. ] Hold.

Smithy

[ As ususal, Somnus can be found in his smithy within Reverin. He no longer manifests in his traditional, giant-suit-of-armor, but instead his phantom form that gives him the ability to craft with much more precision. Here, he works on weapons, tools, and even jewelry! ]

Wildcard

[ Have an idea? PM this account, drinksteapots, or Jade294#6977! For the Amarous prompt, please only characters 18+ because of romantic overtones. For Hostile, depending on the interaction, Somnus may lash out! ]

Threaded | Flat

[And here she'd only gone to the smithy to assist with clean-up, like she does periodically while Alphen is taking a break. She's about to call a greeting and grab a broom, normal as ever, but when she looks over and spots Somnus's expression, she's immediately alerted to something being Up.]

Somnus? Are you alright?

[Do ghosts get sick?? Why does he look like that.]

I promised I wouldn't take anymore work and I've done my best to uphold that. This is for you.

[Alphen remembers how Somnus took his weapon last time he was here. He felt like leaving behind his old armor in his care as well.]

Take care of it for me, would you?

[He's simply out for a stroll, fanning himself with his fan as he do. To see what's around, and refresh his memories after his coma last month. As he's about to take a step, he heard a voice and pause.

Norimune looks up with a smile. But he definitely heard that chill in the other's voice.]

Hello there. Did I intrude on you?

[Right at his hip is his sheathed blade. His hands aren't reaching for it... yet.]

cupid's pranks because im terrible

smithy

cupid's prank - hostile