selvin-9 system mingle

[rebuildyourruins]

Who: everyone
Broadcast: no
Action: Selvin-9
When: throughout December until mid-January

[It's fluff-planet time, fleeters, and there's plenty to do. Snow time like the present!]

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Shopping

[starless_sky]

<sub>[They don't have Christmas in his world but he is out wandering around the marketplace anyway. He isn't as determined as Hermione but he is shopping for her among other people. He doesn't really know her well but he knows she must be hurting the same way he is... he's got a hole in him where Ignis and Luna used to be. He feels so lost and confused and numb.

He's accompanied by two dogs Umbra and his gift from the Atroma.... Pryna.

They catch the scent of Romulus from fairly far away and hurry over to Hermione. They sniff around and try to make themselves acquainted with the wolf the the girl with him. Noctis comes hurrying up behind them. "Umbra, Pryna, enough." Both the dogs sit and Noctis approaches.</sub>

"Hermione... sorry, they just ran off, I guess they got bored with me window shopping."

[brainiest]

[ Some things are universal, she thinks, and gift giving is one of them; Hermione can get bogged down in needing and wanting to make sure she has something suitable for all the people she cares about, and that gets her harried in the same way that studying at Hogwarts used to. If she didn't have Romulus nipping gently at her fingertips to remind her that she ought to take a rest she might shop until she drops - a very novel feeling.

The dogs shock her, just a little, but Romulus is careful; he sticks close to her, investigating the two newcomers. He's large, bigger than a regular wolf ought to be, and Hermione has to rest a gentle hand on his head before he backs down and settles at her side. ]

It's alright. They probably just wanted to make a new friend. [ Shifting, she leans down, offering out her hand for Umbra and Pryna to have a sniff at. She probably smells like cat and Direwolf, really. ] How are you, Noctis?

[starless_sky]

<sub>[Umbra and Pryna are very kind and friendly dogs. They'll sniff her hand and lick it once each. Their tails are wagging energetically. They really want to run in the snow but... Noctis said to wait. Romulus doesn't frighten them, either from bravery or sheer ignorance. The dogs haven't met anyone cruel in the fleet, especially Pryna who is brand new here. They just wag their tails eagerly because they met new FRIENDS.

Noctis steps to the side of them and looks Romulus over. Huge beast. He is glad he doesn't have to fight that thing, how did she even get that?]</sub>

Oh, they've never met a stranger. You know Umbra... this is Pryna, she was Luna's other dog back home. I opened a package on the ship and there she was...

_{[He looks depressed as he says it and he meets her eyes.]}

Which answer would you prefer? I know... I ought to be better about throwing a smile on but it's hard... I'm lucky Prompto is helping me a lot. And Pryna helps too. I just...

_{[He looks out at the snow]}

We finally have a peaceful planet... a fun planet... and they're gone. It feels hollow now.


...What about you, Hermione? Are you okay? Do you need to stay on the ship with us? You shouldn't be alone.

[brainiest]

[ The dogs are lovely and remind Hermione of Saffron and Godric, of her pets in the Drabwurld that might well be waiting for her to come back. Something tickles in her chest and she breathes out, lavishing attention on them for a few moments, spoiling them with idle pets and soft touches. It makes the conversation she knows is going to happen easier, she thinks, to have something soft and happy to focus on.

At her side, Romulus makes a soft noise, nudging his huge face into her stomach, and she swallows. He recognises her hurt just as much as she does. ]

I hope it stays that way. You're both lovely, aren't you?

[ She scratches behind their ears - and only then does she manage to look up at Noctis properly, her hands slipping away from the soft fur. ]

I'm not here to make you give me what you think I should be hearing, Noctis. I know neither of us are happy right now, and pretending otherwise just seems silly, doesn't it?

[ All that settles in her mind are the weeks of distance between herself and Ignis, finally coming together again and then waking up to see that he was gone, slipped through her fingers. It makes a lump grow in her throat and she has to force herself to breathe, to stay calm. ]

I - I don't need... [ It's kind of him, she thinks, but she has no right to intrude upon his and Prompto's mourning. ] I'll be okay.