Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Partially Accidental) | Action for those in Troichean Beinn

[teenyoda]

[The image comes on of a room, an unfamiliar room to all but a small handful in Troichean Beinn. The picture rises and falls rapidly, a panting sound coming before there's a sharp cry and the visual changes to the wall as the body wearing the locket rises.

Sorry, folks, but it seems like Stiles turned the locket on while he was having his nightmare or vision or whatever the hell it was, reaching for something to help him get out of it and flicking on the video. Oops? He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so confused.]

Scott? Malia...?

[He blinks, eying the stone walls in front of him and groaning as it all comes back in a rush. Drabwurld. Fairies. Crap.

It's a moment after that that he realizes the locket's on and he looks tired as he turns it to peer into it, seeing it unlocked to both courts. Great.]

Um... I guess I left? But I'm back now. Though... I'm not at Caer Glaem. Am I still at Troichean Beinn? Gendry? Jon? Sansa? I thought I would have shown up back at court, but hey, look, they don't entirely suck.

[Nope. Someone didn't know they'd been sleeping. He thought he'd left and gone for months and came back. Who wants to break the news? Shut up, Peter.]

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[teenyoda]

Woke up about what, twenty minutes ago? Yeah, no time for a shower. Do they even have showers here?

[They had a rudimentary system at Caer Glaem. He wasn't looking forward to trying to sit in a bowl of Stiles-soup.

But she looked chagrined over something and he couldn't help but tease.]

You thought what?

[steeledskin]

I thought perhaps you'd given up that silly wildling look-- [ her eyes wander to the window. it isn't a pretty thing to say. or even to think. that she might hold some preference for one appearance over another.

she moves topics like sure feet on ice: ] How did it happen if you did not cause it?

[teenyoda]

[Okay, he laughs. Has a good chuckle over that.]

Yeah, it didn't look that good, did it. I guess I'm not really the beard type. Not like I knew that before. That was sort of my first, ah, attempt. We'll call that a failure.

[He shrugged.]

No idea. It's why I thought I'd gone home. I feel... like I did back there.

[steeledskin]

[ it hadn't been terrible. it had (perhaps) lacked for precise grooming. but she liked better to see the shape of his jaw and cheeks. ]

Home? [ she chirps. ] You're certain--?

[teenyoda]

[Fess up, it was terrible. But now he knew what it looked like and could maybe try again. With grooming.]

I think so. I mean, it felt like it. And things happened that fall in line with just how messed up my home life was.

[steeledskin]

...Do you want to discuss them?

[ these things. ] We don't have to. We can talk about whatever you like.

[teenyoda]

God, I don't even know where to start. Dead people who apparently don't stay dead and weird steroid berserkers and hunters and people getting kidnapped and things other than the weird things we already knew about and a deadpool and...

[He sighed, giving her a sympathetic smile.]

It's really just a big huge mass of confusion.

[steeledskin]

[ that is quite a list. but she sits quietly throughout -- keeping careful reign over her shock. she does not want to seem too provincial. too horrified.

and to that end, she strives to downplay its significance: ] Dreams, surely. Only dreams.

[teenyoda]

I... don't think so. It didn't feel like a dream. I've been punched in the face before and that face punch felt exactly like getting hit. Same with... well, everything else.

[Stiles was a vivid dreamer and tended to remember most of the ones he had each night. This had felt so very different from a dream.]

[steeledskin]

[ and so the only alternative is that he has lived as renly has lived -- growing older by some degree in his slumber. she's not certain she can believe it. ]

S-someone hit you? [ she frowns still. ]

[teenyoda]

It happens.

[Usually when he stuck his human nose in non-human business. So like, all the time.]

[steeledskin]

It ought not to.

[ she speaks with the clear and present wariness of someone who knows the displeasure of being hit. there is a slight wince in her shoulders when she imagines his fine face below someone's metal-bound fist. ] I'd rather it didn't. Not to you.

[ stiles, she thinks, is too sweet to be hit. but maybe he opened his mouth too far; maybe he frustrated the wrong person. like she-- ]

[teenyoda]

Yeah, well, a lot of things ought not to, but life doesn't really care about wants in the long run.

[If it had, his mom would still be alive. So would Allison and Erica and Boyd and... yeah. Life sucked.]

I'd rather not get punched in the face either, but the bad guys are bad guys for a reason. They like being punchy. But hey, I'm all fine now. See? Not even a bruise.

[steeledskin]

Who did it?

[ she doesn't mean to ask. she shouldn't ask. she knows she should hold more discretion. but she wants to know who dared it. ]

[teenyoda]

Doesn't matter. It wasn't the first time and for some reason, I doubt it'll be the last.

[Hey, at least he hadn't gotten shot in the face. That was a plus, right?]

[steeledskin]

[ she feels it matters. it matters so much. but she doesn't raise a fuss; she is not here to raise fusses. instead, she folds her hands on her lap. and nods. ]

I would see that were not the case. [ can she offer him protection as keeper of cothromach? she isn't sure. ]

[teenyoda]

So would I. I didn't exactly have a magic staff back home, so I guess I was a bit more... susceptible to face punches.

[And other things. Sansa, don't worry about him so much. He'd already died once. The worst was behind him. Probably. Maybe?]

[steeledskin]

Perhaps you ought to have Ser Gendry make one of his helmets for you.

[teenyoda]

[Well, she'll get a smile for that.]

Don't think it would help in dream-home land or whatever that was. I didn't have my staff, so I don't think a helmet would go with me either.

[steeledskin]

But what about for these lands? Surely, he could be prevailed upon--

His work is fine.

[teenyoda]

I'm sure it is, Sansa. I just... really hope not to need it?

[steeledskin]

And yet perhaps you should have it -- for any eventuality. [ her concern roils and mounts and grows. ]

[teenyoda]

Preventative measures, huh?

[Yeah, Sansa seemed like a planner.]

[steeledskin]

These lands are at war.

[ even if stiles himself is not. ]

[teenyoda]

[He wanted to say that so were his lands, but it wasn't the same thing. The war at home didn't kick in his door and come into his life. Okay, wait, the werewolf stuff did, but not the actual war war that his entire world was involved in.]

That's why I have my magic stick.