fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

[fair_trouble]

[New day, new town, and hopefully new opportunities. Specifically opportunities to make some money because Zel and Emery’s funds have been running kind of low after their most recent misadventure. This has meant a temporary separation while Zelgadis goes to look for merc-type work and potential cure leads and Emery goes around chatting up the locals without terrifying them.

Or at least that was the plan, until Calanthe showed up.

By the time Zel gets back to the inn, Emery’s still busy talking to Calanthe in their inn room, although the conversation’s just about wrapping up. If he’s perceptive he might even catch a bit of Emery’s words.

“...some funds this time? ...Seriously, is that it? He’s always such a cheapskate. …Okay I got it. I’ll see you later.”

A few moments later a woman wearing a green cloak exits their inn room. Her hood is up, partly obscuring a pale face and hair, and she barely spares anyone a passing glance as she drifts down the hallway.

Emery is still standing inside the inn room looking pensive, but when Zel enters he’ll give him a bright smile.]

Oh! Hey, Zel. Did you manage to find anything?

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["You paid for passage to Fairford. We couldn't hold up our deal if you got incarcerated here,' Tantabel says. With a thoughtful look, she adds "Unless you'd rather have a refund...?"]

We'd like to keep traveling.

[Gift horses etc. Emery figures Zel will need time to recuperate, and he doesn't want to them to still be here when the locals start looking for the miscreants who unhanded the spring's guardian. He sets a foot on the edge of the trunk, but he won't actually climb in until Zel's on his feet and headed in the same direction.

"Don't touch anything while you're in there. You're both filthy."]

[chimerad]

[Zel slowly climbs to his feet, warily watching Tantabel, as though he expected some double-cross. by the time Emery's looking back toward him no such thing happens, so he can't really belabor the moment, can he?]

...Thank you.

[he won't refute looking a goddamn mess, so he'll just offer thanks and move to Emery's side, giving the case in front of him a side-eye.

pocket dimension...in a case...?]

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[The thanks earns Zel a nod from Tantabel. Emery steps into the trunk, and from his perspective it feels less like jumping into the room and more like the room rises up to surround him. It's a tad disorienting, and when he looks up he can see the square-shaped hole in the ceiling a few feet above him.

Emery shuffles back, careful not to bump into any of the shelves behind him.]

Come on, it's safe.

["It certainly is!" quoth Tantabel.]

[chimerad]

[Zel has to put a hand against a wall or a shelf for a brief moment despite the request to not touch anything, if only to keep from toppling over from the weird, disorienting sensation that hits him. it's brief, at least...

until he tilts his head up and sees the warped perspective - the god in the sky being the view of a goblin's nostrils.

weird.

he blinks, then looks around the space to get a better sense of the small space.]

What kind of enchantment is this?

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Some sort of... spatial, sub-plane manipulation? I don't know much about it but I think it's kind of-

[Any further fumbled explanations are abruptly squashed when Tantabel closes the trunk, leaving the two of them in total darkness.]

Ah...

[Emery blinks a few times and realize there's no light for his eyes to adjust to. Welp. More magic it is.]

Lighting.

[With the bright ball of light drifting above their heads, Emery's able to get a better look at their surroundings. The walls, floor, and ceiling appear to be all made of wood of the same kind as the trunk was made out of. No windows or doors can be seen now that the trunk has been shut. As for the contents of the shelves- it's a pantry, so there's an assortment of wooden dishware, herbs, root vegetables, etc.

After looking around for a few moments, Emery glances back at Zel and gives him a tentative smile.]

I guess there are worse places to hide out, right?

[chimerad]

[Zel murmurs a faint, affirmative sound, looking about, his eyes lingering on the crates of foodstuffs.

he looks down at his sleeve, where some of the blood has stained the fabric.]

Worse, but...not the best. I don't want to taint their food stores.

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[Emery grimaces at the reminder and raises his hand, as if intending to try and wipe some of the blood off. But then he sees the state of his hand and turns it over, looking at the grime from various angles.]

No wonder Tantabel was appalled. Ehe... heh...

[The weak attempt at laughter dies almost as soon as it comes out, as Emery just winds up staring at the blood on Zel's face and clothes. Unable to speak around a peculiar lump in his throat.]

[chimerad]

[the sound of Emery's discontent is practically palpable, especially in this space where the air doesn't seem to move. Zel lifts his gaze from the plants to Emery himself, scanning his expression.

...he looks very troubled. considering the circumstances, not a bad thing. and it's kind of hard to be reassuring while a mess himself, right?

Zel hesitates, then finally sheathes his sword, freeing his hands up to grab a length of his cape, bunching it up until he reaches the damp end of it.]

You'll...have to tell me where to wipe off. Unless there's a mirror in here.

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It's mostly on your face. Kind of- here.

[Emery gestures towards the left side of Zel's face. He gives Zel a few moments to at least try and get clean(ish) while Emery fidgets in silence before he finally blurts out an apology.]

I'm- I'm sorry about this. Really.

[He blinks several times, feeling an ominous sting in his eyes. Goddamn, he can't just start crying on Zel right now, he's not the one who got his face ripped up! But the growing shame of having endangered Zel like this, however unknowingly, is threatening to swallow him whole.]

[chimerad]

What-?

[he stops mid-scrub, eyes getting big as he sees Emery's watering up. there's an inherent sense of oh no at that notion - that he's run afoul of something he missed, since tears are almost always, always bad (right?).]

You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who got jumped, but not because you did something to make that happen...

[beat.]

This isn't...even the worst I've ever had.

[it's KIND OF true, given he's been actively dead before.

...also he has no concept of how heinous his injury looks; that might change his tune slightly.]

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Right... That spring guardian wasn't exactly Dark Lord caliber.

[Emery offers Zel a weak smile, still doing his best to not start crying with, uh, mixed success. His eyes are definitely very shiny right now and it's not solely due to the fey reflective quality.]

But I'm still the one who dragged you into here assuming you'd be totally fine. I should have thought things through more.

[He's normally the first one to go que sera, sera about troublesome situations, but it's one thing to get himself in a fix, it's another thing to drag somebody he cares about into one.

He blinks a few more furious times and scrubs at the corner of his eye with one hand, leaving a smear of dirt on his cheek.]

[chimerad]

[matter-of-factly:] You don't have the core strength to drag me anywhere.

[he knows that's not what Emery means, but the point still stands, and it stands while he starts to move to wipe at that dirt, double-taking at the blood smears on his cape, and sighs.]

And in any case, there was no way I was letting you come alone. Wherever it is...we go together, right?

[his eyes stay downcast in saying that, a bit hesitant to look up and perhaps see regret in that expression Emery's wrestling with.]

[fair_trouble]

[Emery scoffs a little at that remark. He gets what Zel is driving at but still! Still.

It's the next bit that's tricky. Wherever, together... it sounds kind of serious, doesn't it? Emery swallows. He still feels like he screwed up, but he can't bring himself to properly deny what Zelgadis is saying.

Emery's already said something similar himself, after all.]

...Right. We're a team. Ev- even if the situation's ridiculous.

[Although as far as Emery's concerned, he prefers the maid outfit sort of ridiculous over the ridiculousness of getting jumped by a violent water fairy that looks like a horrible frog gibbon thing.]

[chimerad]

[to be fair, Zel prefers those outfits, too.

he makes himself look back at Emery's face, trying to discern his expression without succumbing to the little doubts and fears that he's prone to in assuming the worst at his own expense.]

Having second thoughts?

[is this the point where it's not worth toting a chimera around?]

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[And Emery in turn stares at Zel, brow furrowed as he tries to figure out if there's any subtext there he needs to pick up on.]

Are you?

[Apart from the scrutiny, Emery's expression is still kind of. Wibbly, overall, though he's holding it together. He can't deny that he's worried, however. Worried that Zel's hurt more than he already appears, that they might run into something even more dangerous later down the line that Emery hasn't anticipated, that Zel's going to hate the fae realm from now on and will only tolerate it out of chivalry towards Emery.

Zel doesn't have to love the fae realm or prefer it to the human one or anything like that, but if he decides he hates it, what will that mean for the two of them?]

[chimerad]

No. [he says so quickly, without a flicker in his expression; that comes belatedly.] But I asked you.

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[Emery shakes his head, agitated.]

I'm not the one who got attacked!

[chimerad]

And you're the one more upset about it. [clearly!] I'm used to being attacked - I'm not happy about it, but it's not life-ruining. [his life is already ruined! by his grandpa!]

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[Upon Zel pointing out Emery's response, Emery promptly turns red and looks away. Ugh! Damn it, he's not supposed to be the emotional one. There's a beat or two where Emery struggles to talk while he's trying to tamp down the agitation. Even though Zel's already acknowledged it.]

Well- Well, I'm sorry for freaking out. But I'm not going to be happy about you getting hurt either!

[chimerad]

I-- [huh??? whuh--

blinkblink.]

I'm...I didn't expect you to be happy about it. [and it's weirdly nice that he cares that much to be upset about it, but that'd be weird to say. weirder. say weird one more time.]

Emery, it's... [his hands move with half a mind to reach for him, hesitating and lingering in place. very statue of him.] There's nothing you need to hold yourself accountable for. And I'm alright.

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[It's a bit of a relief to hear Zel directly say it, though not enough to entirely keep Emery feeling like a heel.

Hesitant, but unable to completely resist the desire for closeness, Emery reaches out and grabs Zel's sleeve.]

...So. You're not sick of this place yet?

[chimerad]

[Zel tilts his hand to support the forearm in reach, less a hold and more a careful placement - like pieces of cut stone or wood fitting into place.]

Not yet. And even if I was, that wouldn't matter as much. [he's been sick of a lot of places and still endured. it just takes the right cause - the right company.]

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[It might not be a proper hold but it's enough encouragement for Emery to step forward and wrap a tentative arm around Zel's waist, disregarding that his clothes are soaked with water and blood.

Emery nearly says "sorry" again but manages to hold his tongue. He's already said it and he's not sure Zel would appreciate him belaboring the matter. Though all Emery's worries are still whirling around in his head.

Emery tucks his head into Zel's neck and closes his eyes.]

I don't know how you manage to be so calm about this sort of thing.

[Zel had been injured, for the first time that Emery had seen. It's making him think about how much worse it could be, that Zel could have died. And yet Zel doesn't seem all that phased. Isn't hesitating to go with Emery into potential further danger. Maybe he's just keeping it together for Emery's sake, but it still bewilders him.

It actually reminds him of those bandits they'd fought, shortly after their first time having sex. Emery had seen Zel break a man's neck right in front of him and then carry Emery off, with barely any acknowledgement of what he'd done to protect Emery.

Obviously Emery can't condemn Zel for it, he'd never think of Zel as a monster, but it gives Emery this sinking feeling, a dreadful reminder of how far out of his depth he is.]

[chimerad]

[Zel holds his latest breath until Emery's moved in as much as he means to. Emery remarks about calm, but his fast-beating heart might give him away.

gingerly, he rests a hand on Emery's back - a gesture that in turn needs a moment to settle in, to become less a brush and more a bracing hold.]

I wouldn't be doing you any favors if I was completely panicked about things. Outwardly, anyway.

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[Some of the tension in Emery's body melts away at Zel's touch. It's hard to feel a heartbeat through stone skin, but Emery certainly feels a fluttering sensation... Perhaps that's his own heartbeat, though.

Emery smiles slightly.]

What, are you panicking on the inside right now?