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Open Post ☼ 04 | ❝We're going down...❞
【3.5】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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prompt ideas. + full muselist. + coding.
CALLING: HEY AUNT-IN-LAW
He may be an apex predator, but he's also a practical man. Usually.
But, given that their quarry is the actual divine, well. Hunting it is.
Tonight that actually means roughing it. Camping is fine. Curran has spent his share of nights out under the stars. Magic is up, and with any luck will linger through the night and into the morning, if they have any chance of finding the animal god the rumors they've chased have been about.
The tent is pitched and he has a campfire started -- for his own benefit given that the spectral woman and the blade she's bound to aren't likely to care much about warmth or shelter.]
This is taking too long. [His voice is a frustrated growl.] They're getting harder to find. And Kate will start asking questions.
[And he doesn't want to lie to her. It's the last thing he wants, but if he's going to be able to save her when the time comes, what choice does he really have?] If she weren't so distracted with everything going to hell, she already would have.
[Did Erra expect to be playing marriage counselor? Well. Surprise. Now she is.]
NEPHEW-IN-LAW....
Of course they are getting harder to find. [Says the ancient princess to the former lord.] Im is having his people hunt them down as well. If we have heard these rumors, doubtless his spies have too.
[She says it in simple words. As if it weren't obvious after her nephew-in-law's first little "snack". Erra's eyes narrow, studying him.]
Are you asking me for marriage counseling?
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[They don't get to set the timeline. They're in a game of fucked up chicken with Roland, and whenever his father in law decides to strike, they'll be forced into his own schedule. Hell, they're lucky they've had this long. Curran doesn't like relying on luck, doesn't like all the variables so beyond his control.
He frowns.
And then he chokes on the breath he's in process of taking.] What? No. Hell no.
[Except yeah? He kind of is.] But you're around enough to see the situation. And Kate trusts you. [HOW HAS IT COME TO THIS?]
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[And their entire plan hinges on the point that Curran won't be lost during the next technology wave. That was the danger of this little agreement of theirs.
She blinks, raising an eyebrow at his outburst. Well, could have fooled her. If he wasn't fooling himself considering the line of questioning. Were this not so terribly sad, she'd be bending forward and laughing. She may just do so yet. (Blame Im going senile; she has.)]
She likely already has noticed, cat. Yet for some bizarre reason she trusts you enough not to start asking those questions. Especially since it is the two of us.
[Considering their track record, it's not that hard to understand any potential suspicion. And she fully expects her niece to stare at her the same way her brother did whenever she got up to some sort of mischief when they were children. Kate still has no idea how alike they are in body language; it's shocking sometimes.]
Start glowing even more than the child can see and that may change.
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[He needs to survive Tech as long as it takes until it comes down to the final showdown with Kate's psychopath wizard father. In-laws. ...not that Kate has it easy with his adopted father, he considers.
He watches Erra now, closely, the beast inside the man dangerously close to the surface. Curran has come to trust her, somehow, or at least to acknowledge that they share the same priority in this, Kate and Conlan's safety. And he'll take whatever ally he can get in pursuit of that.]
We should be nearly done. We have to be.
[He lifts his chin now.] She'll figure it out before the end anyway.
[Maybe it'll be the final straw; maybe she'll leave him for not telling her their plan. He's pretty certain that will break him, but it doesn't matter. As long as she's alive to walk away, Curran can live with it.]
So it had better work. It had better be worth it.
[And then, less the Beast Lord, and more a petulant, tired man.] I hate hunting.
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Yes, you have made that painfully obvious the last few trips we've made out here. Thankfully for all of us, this should be the last. [Should, if their prey isn't too powerful and she certainly doesn't want to cause Kate and Conlan the pain of losing him. It all comes down to what her niece's Herald says of its magic.
and now she raises an eyebrow.] Given the fact your hair is beginning to rival that of one of my sons I sadly had to put down, I have no doubts of that.
[If only he'd had as much brains as he did those feted locks. Despite that, her tone grows serious.]
Did she or did she not stay with you despite your poor choices prior to this?
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[Curran informs her. He's a grown man. Sulking doesn't become him. He's aware of all these things, and yet here he is, still grumbling about it. But part of that is to distract himself from the heavier concerns on his mind.
His hair is growing. He's taller than us used to be. Subtle changes in his physical existence that cannot go unnoticed for long. Kate will see, and he won't lie to her. That's worse than conveniently leaving out the whole story.
The question that Erra asks catches him off-guard and he looks at her like he's not sure what to think of this line of questioning.]
She's still with me. We've had our rough patches. [Though in the end the roughest of them were when they were trying to save each other in the only way they knew, despite the pain it might cause.]
You know the answer to that question. Why ask it? [What're you getting at here, Erra?]
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[It really doesn't become him, yet compared to her he's still a child and likely always will be at this rate. A foolish child, who is hopelessly in love and mated to the one sane relative she has that's alive (Conlan's personality hasn't matured enough to judge yet).
She sighs, exasperated.] To point out a fact you should already know.
[Honestly, how dense can a man be? ...Don't answer that. She more than knows that answer. She's courted more than enough to know in her thousands of years. That much hasn't changed over the course of millennia.]
You fear losing her over this, yet we both know she will be angry for a while but loves you and your son deeply enough that she brought me back with her tears, begged me to betray Im and help her, then swore in the language of Power to give up her claim on Atlanta after her father and my brother is dead or sealed away. The pull of the Shar is a bitch; she nearly broke the ceiling of my mother's tomb fighting its power.
[There's a few pieces she leaves out, but that's between her and her niece.]
She is young and madly in love. Meaning she's more likely to sprout wings like your friend and take off than leave. Tell her and see if you don't believe me.
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These are things he knows, but to hear them spelled out plainly puts it in a clearer perspective. Maybe Kate can get over this. God he hopes so. ...that pun is so unintended that he's nearly groaning at his own thoughts. He manages to stifle it.
Part of him wants to thank Erra. Hell, part of him wants to hug her -- that part is small and suicidal, apparently. But that's not what he does, instead he asks,]
Just to be clear, wings don't run in your family? [Sometimes he thinks he's funny.]
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No. Ask that again and I won't babysit your kitten the next time you ask.
[It's an empty threat. She's too fond of him.
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[Curran tries to turn the sound into a growl rather than a startled yelp because he is a lion and a former alpha; he is not so easily caught off-guard even by ghostly millennia old in-laws.
He lifts his eyebrows at her at that.
Oh yeah okay sure, Erra.]
Please. He's your favorite person... which speaks to your taste anyway.
[His son is the absolute best thing on this planet. Thank you. If anyone would like to argue this, he will fight them.]
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And you have an entire street of spree killers to be willing to watch over him and murder anyone who so much as looks at him funny.
I will nap, and it will be wonderful.
[Watch her do it, Curran. She totally would. (...and quietly be panicking because of the sahanu still out there, but details!)]
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[Curran corrects with a grin that is all teeth, like he's honestly all too pleased by the description. And he is. He may have left the Pack, and no one owes him that duty of loyalty and obedience anymore, but he's more secure than ever that the people he has surrounded himself are people can trust without reservation to have his back, to have his family's back.
And somehow that includes Erra. Life is weird as fuck.]
But you're right. The babysitter bench is deep. So don't worry. Have your nap.
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It's them. Of course they are.]
No wonder my niece fell for you. You've already mastered our family grin. [Is she just needling him for the fun of it? ...Maybe. Just a little bit. Though she does sincerely mean the our part; for better or worse, as this age says.
Life and death is a bitch like that.]
I will. [Yet she doesn't return to her dagger just yet, wanting to wait to hear from her adoptive grandniece first. After which is all up to the lion, anyway.]