Event Seventeen.

[awashmods]

I went to the wood and got it; I sat me down to look for it And brought it home because I couldn’t find it.

he magical vines creep ever onward, slowly infringing upon the Town. No matter how many are chopped down, no matter how many are set on fire, they keep coming even so. And slowly, one by one, the people in the Town start to fall to the curse that they bring along with them. Stay and tend to the cursed? Venture out into the woods to find the castle at the source of these vines? Whatever you choose to do, you'd better decide quickly; the curse only seems to get worse and worse the longer everyone is afflicted. Welcome to Awash's seventeenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[eusford]

[ It's humorous, the way Dextera goes back to minding his business and eating away like it's something not unusual; Crowley doesn't sit to admire him, however, but instead does so in pursuit of conversation. ]

This is the first I've seen you out in the open eating like this. [ Or eating in general, he might add. ] -- So... something's wrong, right?

[passio]

[ dextera is tired in a way he hasn’t been in a while, and that certainly counts as something being wrong. perhaps his judgment has slipped as well—he wouldn’t normally eat like this where people could find him, now that he knows it’s strange. ]

…

[ he lowers his hand after he swallows, his eyes flicking over to crowley. ]

I’m hungry.

[eusford]

That's obvious.

[ And not something to joke about, so he doesn't laugh. Instead he looks to Dextera's hands, lightly coated with blood and remnants of the heart he had just finished devouring. ]

Do you have some water on you?

[passio]

I…

[ dextera shakes his head, mostly willing to go along with whatever he’s told right now—even if crowley is the one at the helm. whatever this curse is that he’s spent so much time and energy trying to heal, it’s most certainly spread to him. ]

…

[ there’s a question on his tongue, but he’ll wait to ask it. ]

[eusford]

[ He keeps a smile on his face, slowly nodding his head before he breathes out a sigh. ]

I thought I'd be nice a little and help you wash at least... [ He pauses before lifting his left arm and offering his cape. ] Use this, at least, you can't be seen walking around with blood on your hands.

[ look he's trying to be nice ]

[passio]

[ crowley is being nice, and he has a point. dextera could purify this off him, but he’s sort of tired, and the more blood there is, the better—almost like a vampire in his own right. so he takes crowley’s cape, wiping his hands and his mouth, slowly, like an animal. ]

…thank you.

[ automatically signed, before he realizes he can use his voice and it’s fine. ]

Thank you.

[eusford]

[ Hey -- actually, his voice is something that managed to slip past him without any comments. ]

You don't have to thank me. [ He's gonna forget the blood and be confused about why his cape is so dirty later, anyway. ] When'd you start talking?

[passio]

When I wished for it.

[ his tone isn’t as combative as the words would imply. he’s just distracted by this display of gentleness, but maybe crowley did mean it when he said he was turning over a new leaf.

dextera shifts. ]

…you shouldn’t drink from Guren right now. He’s sick.

[eusford]

[ He snorts. ] Makes sense... I never would have imagined your voice to sound like this, though.

[ He's honestly trying, but he wouldn't put it against Dextera to be on the defensive. ]

I thought idiots didn't get sick -- I still have some vials of blood from, though, so I should be fine for the time being. [ A pause. ] Is that why he's not here?

[passio]

[ dextera nods. he’s been trying to get guren back on his feet, but it’s hard when even he isn’t feeling very well. the only thing to do is to try to take care of himself so he can take care of guren in turn. ]

…

[ he glances up at crowley—would be glancing up at him from almost any angle, really—and watches his face for some sign. ]

Do you feel… all right?

[eusford]

[ He blinks thrice, a little more than just taken aback by Dextera's question. ]

I feel just fine. Why do you -- [ It then hits him. Yes, it's understandable to be a little skeptical considering his attitude in the past, and it's unlike someone to simply change over night. Especially when they've basically had the same personality for over eight hundred years now. ] I'm not trying to pick any fights, y'know.

[passio]

…

[ dextera shrinks a little, at that, because he feels called out by crowley’s tone—maybe the question was unreasonable. maybe he should take crowley at face value. ]

I’m not either. I’m sorry. I meant everything I said to you, before.

[eusford]

[ Crowley is nothing if not honest, so of course he meant every word when he said he would be more considerate towards Dextera. Arguably one of his better qualities, he recognizes, and a core trait he's kept an iron hold on throughout the years of being a vampire; more so a gentle reminder of who he was when he was human. ]

Me too. [ His lips press together, pausing briefly. ] So you don't have to listen to me any, but you're... free to ask me for help. I'm at least a decent enough lapdog when someone gives me something to do.