Winter Catch-All

[chtholic]

WHO: Enki and whoever else is putting up with him.
WHEN: Late Dec-March
WHERE: All around Etraya!
WHAT: Oh, you know, Enki things!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will update as needed, each thread will be marked, but let Enki be his own warning as a necromancer who does not care one wit about annoying things like ethics.

[ooc: This will just be a convenient place to toss starters as needed! If you wish to plot anything or want a log with Enki, please feel free to hit me up on discord (Zanono) or at ZornSable!]

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[devowr]

[Ragnvaldr instinctually wakes as the door opens and that blade enters the room. Even if Enki has no killing intent, that little dagger is steeped in it. He blinks blearily even as his heart thuds. Was he having nightmares? Probably. He identifies Enki’s silhouette as friend rather than foe and wordlessly pulls the covers open. Moonless makes soft sounds of protest, and Ragnvaldr meets them with soft hushing. He gathers Moonless into the crook of his neck, so that she may resumer her slumber on his pillow.]

Come, rest. [Ragnvaldr speaks in his mother tongue in his tiredness.]

[chtholic]

[The invitation almost makes Enki recoil from his contrarian nature. The offer giving him a feeling of vulnerability that he does not care for, but he is tired, and the bed is warm and far more comfortable than anything that damn dungeon had. Which is why his expression goes from contorted offense to something more neutral and resigned. Taking one last puff of his pipe, he snuffs it, before placing it down on the nightstand and climbing into the bed. He frowns at the proximity that it affords him and Ragnvaldr, something he doesn't think he will ever get used to, but he has suffered far worse fates...so he simply deals with it.

Pulling the blanket over himself, he lays so his back is to the brute and his mutt, his eyes upon Miasma who is likewise staring at him. With a huff, he closes his eyes, trying to force himself to sleep.]

[devowr]

[Ragnvaldr settles against Enki, his pounding heartbeat slowly settling back down to a more regular rhythm. He shifts onto his side, bringing Moonless to tumble harmlessly into the back of Enki’s head. She settles in Enki’s hair as Ragnvadlr’s chin comes to rest above the other man’s head.]

[His arm gradually becomes dead weight over Enki as he casually spoons him in his sleep.]

[chtholic]

[Surprisingly, Enki actually falls asleep fairly quickly. So tired is he, that the tumble Moonless takes isn't even registered by him, the warmth and comfort of it all dragging him down deeply into slumber. However, such peacefulness cannot last, before when he eventually wakes up some few hours later, he is shocked and appalled by the situation he finds himself in.

Enki attempts to pull away to complain—but that falls short because Ragnvaldr's obscenely muscled arm rests upon him and that becomes his shackle. He squirms, but fortunately nothing covers his mouth!]

Brute! Wake up! Get off of me—get your beast off of me!

[It is...a little embarrassing how easily Ragnvaldr's dead weight makes this difficult for Enki, he begins to kick his legs and push in an attempt to get purchase to free himself! His little bony arms grasping at the mattress to attempt to assist in his great escape!]

[devowr]

[Of course rest could not last a normal amount of time. Ragnvaldr wakes with yet another start, battling the sleep paralysis to understand and attempt to comply with Enki’s words penetrating his sleep. He instinctively crawls over Enki, briefly crushing him to stand in front, looking around for the source of danger, arms up and ready to defend. Yet there is nothing but a dark room. ]

Priest. [There is still sleep in his voice. Moonless is tangled in Enki’s hair now.]

Did the blade give you a nightmare?

[chtholic]

[Ugh, he did not LIKE Ragnvaldr climbing over him like that!! All of this is a fucking mess! However, when Ragnvaldr realizes nothing is truly wrong, Enki offers hims a flat look at his question.]

Only if it was the work of Miasma that made you cradle me—as if you would ever have the right.

[As he talks, he is attempting to get Moonless de-tangle from his hair. He is...more or less succeeding.]

I accept that we must sleep in the same bed for our own safety, but that does not mean you get to be overly comfortable with me. I do not know the intricacies of the barbaric customs in Oldegård, but do not assume they apply here. Or to me.

[devowr]

Priest.

[Well. First things first. He hears Moonless fussing. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he can see what is wrong. He turns back around, a familiar exhaustion in his bones. He rests a knee on the bed as he tries to assist with the dog removal from his hair. It’s not that bad.]

… Are you getting out of bed?

[As he tries to identify his real problem. ]

[chtholic]

[As Ragnvaldr addresses him, he snaps his attention to him with a narrow-eyed stare as if to silently retort with what? However, as Ragnvaldr helps free Enki from Moonless (not the other way around), he settles down a little bit.]

...Perhaps. Why? Are you concerned?

[Naturally Enki doesn't see the problem with his own behavior, or how he has disturbed Ragnvaldr's own rest. As far as he's concerned, Ragnvaldr disturbed HIM.]

[devowr]

[Ragnvaldr rubs his face. Enki might be brilliant, he he was just downright difficult and obtuse in moments like this.]

No, I just wanted to understand the nature of the emergency.

[There wasn’t one.]

How many times do you intend to wake me tonight? Were you an anxious newborn, I’d understand. Is an embrace truly so vexing to warrant this?

[He sighs, lowering his body onto the carpet as he snags a towel from the drying rack to cover himself and Moonless.]

No matter, I shall sleep on the floor till sunrise.

[chtholic]

I am not anxious, I simply awoke and you were holding me for some reason.

[Enki rises to his feet, and he looks...better rested than he normally does. Even if it was only a few hours, it was deeper rest than he normally gets. He scowls down at Ragnvaldr as he crosses his arms over his scrawny chest.]

You can use the bed. I have no need of it. Besides, you awoke on your own the first time, I was quiet so do not hold that against me.

[That was all Miasma's shitty vibes, not Enki's!]

[devowr]

Whatever you say, Priest.

[Seems like Miasma’s proximity is noticeably affecting Ragnvaldr. He was almost getting used to the calm of being outside of the dungeon, and now this. But he won’t say anything for now. He trusts Enki and will give him some grace.]

[He lifts himself off the ground and gets back onto the bed, curling up against the wall. He pulls the blanket along with him. It should be no issue, he said he was getting up, right? ]

[chtholic]

[It is no issue, seeing as Enki was already up. He watches as Ragnvaldr settles into bed for a long few moments, then looks to the sword that has been watching him unblinkingly (it's a vibe) this whole time. Letting out an audible sigh, he takes it, his pipe, and returns to the kitchen.

From there, he will focus on experimenting a little with the blade. See if anything changed since he gave it some of his blood, while likewise trying to further understand the magic of this strange weapon forged by the God of the Depths...and brought here to him.

When Ragnvaldr eventually rises, Enki will still be there. He might be giving it more of his blood, just a drop of two from his freshly cut arm (he maybe used the knife he threw into the sink). He pays him no mind when he enters, clearly focused on the task at hand.]

[devowr]

[Ragnvaldr eventually rises, measuring the weight in his chest against how it was days and weeks prior. Nightmares are fairly regular, even with his vengeance settled. Ragnvaldr enters the kitchen in just a pair of shorts. He goes immediately to the fridge and pulls out a beer and opens it. With Moonless in one arm, he prepares the milk again, taking sips of ale on an empty stomach. He looks at the sink- the knife, he looks at Enki- the cuts. He’d only really seen glimpses of the other man’s bare skin before. ]

How often does it feed now?

[chtholic]

I am testing to see its limits. Discerning just how little and how long between feedings it will stand.

[After a few drops more, he covers the cut, though he does not heal it this time with magic. He looks to Ragnvaldr, looks at what he's dressed in. Enki frowns.]

I shouldn't be surprised that your hulking form keeps you warm despite the season, but must you wander about like a beast bereft of shame?

[devowr]

I see. [As he watches the blood disappear into its seams.]

Despite the season he says… It is as hot as midsummer in the south ever is in here. We keep it this way to ward off the chill your eating and sleeping habits create.

[He sighs as he starts to bottle feed Moonless.]

This is not so different from my usual garb. My genitals are covered, yet you hate the sight of my shoulders and calves so much? Is that it?