hugtopia_logs | Open + Closed prompts/ Catch all

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Open + Closed prompts/ Catch all

♥ Who: Pyra and YOU, also some various
♥ Where: Around town
♥ When: Around the entire month of december
♥ What: open log, some closed prompts
♥ Rating: nothing above PG so far

A: It's a Hat
[ For those who have met Pyra, they may probably recall that a golden headband set with a peculiar crystal usually sits atop her hair. Today that isn't the case. Instead, she appears to have swapped the accessory with something a little-- rather, a lot different: a hat. Not just any hat, but a flat-brimmed western, of which some may recognize belonging to another resident of the town.

It's too big for her head, and in accordance with the fickle weather of the city, a gust of wind blows the hat right off. ] ...Ah!

[ It's flying right at you, too. Catch it? Or, even if you don't, she will, sprinting and leaping past you to ensure that it does not touch the ground. This hat is important! Very important! She's not going to let it become damaged if she can help it. Whether you or she manages to save it from a fall, she breathes out a sigh of relief, smiling at you as she straightens up, tossing her hair. ] ...Thank goodness. That was a close one. [ Then, a polite bow. ] I'm sorry about that.

B: Wacky Weather
[ The weather is just... weird. And cold, very cold in this particular district, which may or may not be the most important district because it is the shopping district. But look at her, still dressed in the same outfit as ever! She's currently peering into one of the shops... There's a scarf. A very fluffy scarf on one of the mannequins that she's staring at.

Aaaaand since she's unnaturally warm and doesn't need it, she turns away from it only to spot..... you, at which point her eyes widen and she draws a quick breath, making her way over. Don't mind her, quickly reaching for both of your hands to take into hers, warming them with the unnatural heat of her touch. ]

Oh, no, you look almost frostbitten...

[ Guiding your hands up further, she brings them up to her mouth where she blows onto them gently, then rubbing her hands quickly over yours. ] Better?

C: Wildcard
[ yo hmu if u have any ideas for py here! she can be found lotsa places around the city, from the gardens to the zoo to looking at motorcycles/cars, to cafes. pm or pp

drinksteapots me for plotting, or surprise me here! ]

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You haven't forgotten how to wear them, have you? [ It's a teasing tone, one spoken lighter, as if it's meant to call his attention back upwards. Her hand slips from his, and in a moment she's taken another cloth and draped it about her. ] This overcloth... [ Whatever it's called. ] goes like this-- and then this, and then over the shoulder....?

[ She spins, pulling the drape of the cloth over her front. Then with a wave of her arms, she gestures to the feature outfit she's produced. ] Correct?

[ No, she hasn't gotten it quite right. But she's trying. ]

[ He blinks when she moves away, keeping his arm level to maintain the dark cloth while she demonstrates on his behalf with another. As soon as she falters, he senses that something is off, though not acutely enough to point it out in words. Somnus lowers his arm, and the cloth on it pools onto the couch behind him. He steps forward and, guided by some distant memory, fixes what she hasn’t managed to get quite right, then steps back. ]

[ When he corrects the fabric over her, she stills to allow him to do his work. Pyra lifts up an arm to note the elegance of the curves of the drape over her, and then the other, down, up, and then her head lifts to look at him.

Of course he hadn't forgotten. Her lips break into another smile. This isn't for her, it's for him, but she can't help but excitedly ask, ]

How does it look?

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[ Strange. The garment is not fitted for her. But that doesn’t answer for how it looks on her, and he gives this perhaps more thought than he should as he drops and raises his gaze.

It's been a long time since he last saw anyone dressed this way. ]

You wear it well.

You think so? [ She looks about herself, distracted, craning her neck as if she could see how it drapes behind her. She spins. ] It is rather comfor--

[ ...Waaaait a second!

She turns back to face him. ]

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Somnus! [ It's not so much the compliment but that he's given his opinion that garners her surprise and... ]

[ She smiles once again, reaching for his hand. A delighted laugh escapes her. ] Thank you, thank you... But I made these for you.

[ And she's certain they'll look better on him, anyway. ]

[ A simple comment doesn’t warrant such a reaction, but he supposes that it’s to be expected. He isn’t usually of the sort to concern himself over what someone’s wearing. As for himself: ]

I‌ will wear them, then. [ He pauses. ] You have my thanks.

[ Keeping the one she has on for the moment, she selects another one from the couch, one of those made from finer material. This cloth has a bit of a sheen to it, moving more fluidly. She imagines that when fashioned as he wears the one he has on, its curved drapes may look like the ripples of water of a riverbend. ]

Would you like to try one of them on...?

[ NOT... the whole tunic. He can keep the one he's wearing on. But the overcloth, whatever it's called! That'll be easy! ] Or, save them for later?

[ She’s put thought into this. Not just colors, but the materials used will allow him to wear the tunics at different times of the year—made with the assumption that they’ll be here long enough for him to make use of them. He, too, suspects that they’ll be in this world for some time.

In his youth, he enjoyed the luxury of tailored clothes. Now, as a spirit, it doesn’t strike him as important. ]

Later. I will inform you of any problems then.

[ Likely, there won’t be any worth mentioning. ]

[ She does appear disappointed at his refusal... but she doesn't insist on it. Her smile returns a moment later, and she begins folding the cloth up, setting it down with the others. The drape she wears will remain on, however, since he said it looks nice. Perhaps later, she'll make one for her own, but only to wear indoors. Wearing the garb outside this townhouse might invite questions from others that links her to him. Knowing that there may be those in this city who would seek to harm him, it would be unwise to reveal that connection. ] Alright.

[ She's worried, though. Surely he's used to wearing items far more luxurious than what she's providing. Instead of asking this question, a thought occurs to her.

Offering her hand once more for him to take, she asks: ] How.... are you feeling, by the way? Adjusting to... [ Should he have taken her hand by now, she will give it a squeeze. If not, she will gesture at him. ] ...having a body? [ And the need for clothes. ]

[ Of course, he takes her hand as soon as it’s proffered. She squeezes, reminding him yet again that he’s now flesh and blood. ]

A month has passed.

[ And how quickly it came and went. Some thirty days mean nothing before centuries upon centuries. ]

I‌ have yet to experience anything out of the ordinary.

[ Which is to say, he’s been adjusting just fine. It isn’t the first time his soul’s been stored in a container since his death. Learning the routine of contemporary life has been something of an uphill walk, but not impossible. ]

[ At his answer, she appears glad. Clearly she had been worried! Becoming flesh and blood must have been strange, she thinks. For her, just having a solid body had been!

Flesh means there are chances of feeling hot, cold, but also... ] Thirst and hunger... can’t be easy to become used to again. But you seem as healthy as ever!

[ More than thirsty or hungry, he feels weary. The first night he spent in the city was the worst. Now that he’s settled into something of a routine, he’s well-rested enough for most activities. As far as his body is concerned, he’s as healthy as he can be, and he has Pyra to thank in part for her care of him in this house.

Even now, she continues to care for him. If a god’s wrath is beyond mortal appeasement, then her love for creation truly can’t be measured. ]

By your grace, I claim this health.

[ ....Grace? It's an archaic way to put it. Not that she hasn't said something similar in the past. It just reminds her that he's a dead man walking, that it's a miracle he is here. ~~but also not really, she has a dead man within her too~~

She laughs softly as she happily swings her hand in his. ] ...Does this mean you enjoy my cooking?

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[ ~~pyra no~~ ]

I‌ cannot cook as you do, nor do I‌ have your knowledge.

[ Pyra bears an overabundance of it. Thanks to her, he’s eaten a variety of balanced meals in the month they’ve been here. Does he enjoy her cooking? ]

Perhaps I do.

[ ~~pyra yes~~ ] Er... "perhaps"....

[ Blinking. ]

[ The phrasing is just so... wishy-washy! Non-committal! She can't tell if he is trying to make her guess if he does, dodge the question, or that he doesn't even know the answer himself!

In any case, it's well played because-- ]

That's just going to make me try harder to hear a genuine yes from you!

[ Rather than be deterred by the answer, she uses it as motivation. She'll get that praise of her cooking from him, yet!! Of course she also takes a step forward to take his hand, because they can't go too long chatting without having a touch; that would just be a waste. ]

[ At the very least, he enjoys it in the sense that he benefits from her cooking. He can’t imagine what trying harder on her end would entail. She already makes everything with such zeal. ]

Your current efforts are more than sufficient. That energy is better spent elsewhere.

[ Bringing his other hand around, he cups hers to make that point. ]

[ She glances down at the touch. Anything he does as extra is significant, for he only submits the minimum for contact. Hand-holding is simple; him cupping her hand means that he’s reminding her to focus on this, first and foremost. ]

Sufficient....? [ She questions playfully with another breath. No, no, she wants to... wow him!

The most she’s gotten from him is a well done. ] Oh, what do you think of this—

On the few days that I’m planning a more elaborate meal... I can contact you in advance. Then while I cook you, ah, ...you touch my shoulder. Does that sound fair?

[ It does sound fair. She needn’t go out of her way to make an elaborate meal for him, but, so long as he maintains contact, her hands can be free to do as they please. The gods will receive an offering of touch either way. The hand he raised drops down to his side. ]

Very well.

I... suppose anything I make isn't quite as luxurious what you've eaten as a king...

[ So. ]

But perhaps I can try to make something you enjoy...? [ If he tells her what he likes! ]

[ Even if it were, that was so long ago. Combined with circumstances at the time, his appetite was greatly diminished then. Though he was never picky, he’s less pickier now than ever before. ]

I will eat anything. Whatever you choose to make will do.

[ ...Is he... going to have to make her guess. Or will she have to hope that Noctis and him both share the same tastes?

No, no, surely this man has preferences! ]

You've chosen the secret surprise option.

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