Nico continued staring up at the stars, watching the way they seemed to twinkle above, the way they seemed so bright against the dark curtain of night. Did Sam see them the same way? Were they brighter for him? Could he see more of them? Or was it something like looking up at the sun? “I’d like that,” he murmured softly, his words barely audible. “I’d like to know more stories. And I’d like to know about Ophiuchus.” It would be easy enough for Nico to do his own research on it in his world, but he found he didn’t want to do it without Sam. He found that, if Sam wanted to help, who was he to deny him? Finally, he turned his gaze fully on Sam, a smile tugging at his own lips. “Twice the stories,” he echoed, closing his eyes as he imagined that. “Yes,” he whispered, “Yes, that’s more than alright. That would be… that would be great.” He was silent for a long moment, watching Sam’s expression as the boat pulled closer to the shore. The kayak he’d abandoned was already there, bumping lightly against the shore. “We haven’t really talked about what happened… last time.” He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but it seemed unlikely they’d have another time to talk when they both felt they were allowed to be vulnerable. “I’m not… I’m not talking about the bite,” he added, in case Sam was worried, “Though we should probably talk about that at some point, too…”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 21, 2021 20:54:29 GMT -5
"Oh I -" Sam started, thinking Nico was talking about something else to start with. Not the biting, but maybe about Myrnin. Then he paused. M-maybe it was about the other thing. He flushed a little, trying to work out what to say. Wait. Wait. "Well, uh," he started. "If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to." Then he realized how that might sound and continued quickly, "But if you want to, I'm okay with talking about it. Really. I ..." Weakly, he offered a small smile. "I'm okay." He chewed at his lip a bit and looked down at the water. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable about talking about ... anything, really. I don't want to pressure you into trying to do anything you don't want to or face anything you don't want to face." As for the bite ... "We ... when you need to we can ... can talk about that too." They'd need to eventually.
Nico watched Sam carefully, a hint of red coloring his cheeks as he realized just how thoroughly he had managed to shatter the moment. That hadn’t been his intent, but now this room would always be the room he ruined. Fantastic. “I just… was going to say that I didn’t let you talk,” he murmured after a long moment. “Which wasn’t very fair of me, and I guess… I wanted to give you a chance to say whatever you were going to say. Before… you know.” He wasn’t sure what he was doing. He didn’t… he couldn’t get attached to anyone like that, not now. Not when he was in danger of dying at almost any moment. He couldn’t put someone through that. “I just mean… yeah, I care about you. A lot. And my heart tends to do things that don’t make a lot of sense, and I guess I wish you didn’t have a way to know that, but… I won’t deny it now that it’s out there. And you never got a chance to say your piece about it.” Did he expect Sam to row the boat to shore and kick him off and tell him to find his own way back to the living room? Not exactly, but the fear was there, if only in the back of his mind.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2021 3:12:05 GMT -5
That was awkward. Sam found himself looking down at his knees while he was still in the boat, trying to work out the best response to this. "Yeah, I know that," he said softly. How did he feel? After a very long second, just listening to the lap of the water against the boat, he looked up at Nico. "I don't really know," he said after a second. "I like you too though. And I don't want to ... stop your heart doing things that don't always make sense. Mine might ... if it was beating in the first place. But I don't know that yet. But I don't like the idea that I wont find out." He found one hand going up to his bird necklace, rubbing his thumb along the contours of the wings. He took a breath in and then breathed out again. His voice was soft again when he next spoke. "So ... maybe we can see what happens?"
“Maybe you can find out even if your heart doesn’t beat,” Nico replied quietly, searching Sam’s expression. “I mean… your heart is still there, even if it’s not beating.” Was that comforting, or did it just make him sound stupid? He was messing this all up. His own hand found his ring and began subconsciously twisting it around his finger. He hadn’t yet considered that the ring could be dangerous to Sam. There was a lot about falling for a vampire that he hadn’t thought about yet, mainly because he refused to admit to himself that he was falling for a vampire. “I’d like to see what happens,” he added after a long moment, forcing himself to smile. “I will… warn you, though… it wasn’t very fair of me to become friends with you. There’s… a lot going on in my world, and chances are pretty high I’m going to die fairly soon, and I don’t… I didn’t want to hurt anyone. But if I live… then maybe we can see where things go.” It wasn’t quite a promise, but it was as close as he could come given the circumstances. “Thank you for not being upset with me,” he added quietly, voice small. He had expected the worst. And that… that wasn’t what he had gotten.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 25, 2021 20:25:44 GMT -5
That ... was true. And Samuel wanted it to be true as well. He wanted to be able to figure this out. Sam bit his lip, aware of what Nico was saying and how hard that was. That he was facing something in his world which Sam wouldn't be able to directly help with. But he didn't want to regret knowing the demigod. He felt like it would ... it would have to be enough that they were friends and leave the rest, if there was a rest, for the future. "Alright," he agreed. "But don't regret being my friend. I'll be okay. Promise." Would he? Could he promise that sort of thing? It seemed like such a scary thing to promise. His was a promise where Nico's wasn't. "No problem," Sam said, looking across the last of the lake as the boat finally bumped against the dock. "You listened to me. Thank you too." He stood up, clambering out of the boat. He didn't reach out to Nico's hand. But he smiled. "Come on. Let's see what's next."
“What?” Nico asked, voice a little bit shocked. “No, I… I won’t regret that. Your friendship has meant a lot to me, even if we haven’t really been friends for that long, and… I really enjoy seeing you around and doing rooms with you. I just… I don’t want to hurt anyone.” His voice was small as he admitted it, and he couldn’t quite look at Sam. Had Sam experienced loss in his life before? Did he know what it was like to lose someone he cared about? Nico hoped he didn’t. He hoped he wouldn’t ever have to. But… well, Sam was a vampire. It sort of went with the territory. He outlived people. It was a big promise for Sam to make, and Nico wasn’t sure he could accept it. If it were anyone else, he would have told them not to make promises they couldn’t keep. But… for some reason he didn’t want to tell Sam that. “Yeah, of course,” he returned, following Sam out of the boat. He dusted himself off, though he didn’t need to, sinking his bare feet into the soft grass and mud. He followed, giving a small smile. He had expected to unintentionally ruin the whole moment. Somehow, he hadn’t.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 30, 2021 20:34:32 GMT -5
The door had appeared again, and Samuel was able to walk toward it. He looked back every now and again to check that Nico was coming along. He was glad that things seems to have gone well. He pushed at the door, standing there in the middle of nowhere. Opening it just showed the living room beyond. Then he stepped into it, holding the door open for Nico to come in afterward. The living room hadn't changed. Sam almost expected it should have. When he was sure that Nico had come in after him, he stood there awkwardly. He wasn't sure if he was going to blink out soon or whether they -
Apparently it was the first, since a second later, Sam blinked out.
Nico appeared, pacing the room. He didn’t have the glowing purple scepter anymore. That had been destroyed. It was odd, almost, blinking in without it. As much as he hated it, as he hated what he’d gone through to get it… he’d had it for so many blinks now. It wasn’t that much time in his world, but it was all the time he had known Sam. All of the time he had known Myrnin. Still… it felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Someone was going to blink in soon, Nico figured, though he didn’t know who to expect. His shoulders slumped as he recalled his last blink. It had been a nice moment, and he’d ruined it. He should’ve just… kept his mouth closed for a little while longer. Maybe Sam hated him for bringing it up. Maybe the entire room was tainted for him now. Nico groaned, sliding down the wall and resting his forehead against his knees. The last thing he wanted was to lose a friend, especially in such a stupid, easily preventable way. The truth was, though, that he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since he’d blinked back. If he had to guess… it was probably on Sam’s mind too.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 5, 2021 0:58:29 GMT -5
As if thinking of Sam had conjured him up, Samuel appeared. Time must have passed for him - hopefully at any rate - since he was wearing a different overlarge hoodie and looked like he may or may not have gotten a bit more sleep. It was a start. He was surprised to just ... turn up in the House though. The living room was a welcome surprise. Usually he sort of felt like he kept ending up in rooms. There was Nico though. "Nico," he greeted. If he'd been thinking about the previous room (he had), he didn't show it. Instead he just looked pleased to see the other boy. "What ... what have you been up to?" he asked, more out of politeness.
Nico looked up, a small smile pulling at his lips of his own volition. He almost certainly hadn’t intended it. Almost. It disappeared almost immediately as he remembered how he’d ruined the last room, though. At least Sam didn’t seem… upset… “We closed the Doors of Death,” he replied, shrugging a little. “I guess… that’s a good thing.” Had he even explained what the Doors of Death were? Well… if he hadn’t, he figured Sam would probably ask. Probably. “What about you?” he added after a few moments, “Have you figured out… you know?” And there was another thing he probably shouldn’t have mentioned. That was a great way to talk to the boy you may or may not like. ‘Hey, remember when I told you I like you but I don’t actually want to date you, and remember how you bit me immediately after and almost killed me, and oh, by the way, have you figured out if you’re homeless yet?’ He groaned internally. There was probably a reason he didn’t have friends back in his world.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 8, 2021 2:51:30 GMT -5
Sam hadn't heard about the Doors of Death. His slight confusion was written across his face. But it sounded ominous. He said as much. "That sounds ominous." He walked over to the couch and lowered himself into a seated position. "I'm glad whatever it was got sorted out though." Nico sounded ... not very stressed? So he hoped that was good. He wasn't completely sure about the 'you know' until he remembered the situation of his last blink. Honestly, there hadn't been a lot of things which hadn't been high stress. Everything seemed to be a struggle. There was just a lot on everyone's plates. At least having a home wasn't one of them. Well ... Not home. But it was someplace. "I'm okay," he answered slowly. "The Doctor and Missy are looking after me. I think. They're at least letting me travel with them now. I think that's a good thing. I hope that is." It was hard to say when everything still felt so new. "I'll admit I really don't want to ... impose on them," he mumbled. "But it's been ... nice." Ish. He didn't mention the nightmares.
“Oh,” Nico replied, blushing a little bit. He thought he had explained that to Sam, but it seemed he hadn’t. Right… he frowned, unsure if Sam wanted to hear. Especially since it seemed to sort of apply to vampires as well… “The Doors of Death keep the dead in the Underworld. With them open… it means monsters can come back a lot more easily, and… well, it means that all sorts of malevolent spirits were set free on our world. They caused a lot of chaos, and… I know what it’s like to be manipulated by those kinds of spirits. With the Doors closed, they can’t get out.” Did vampires count? He didn’t know. They seemed to defeat death by bypassing the Underworld entirely. So… it wasn’t like he was saying he helped close the only way for vampires to be created. “I’m glad,” he added after a long moment. “That you have somewhere to stay, I mean. And… I think they’d probably tell you if you were imposing.” At least… he hoped the people Sam had mentioned would be nice enough to tell him. He forced a small smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Where are you going?” he asked, tilting his head. “I mean… where are they travelling?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 13, 2021 3:42:02 GMT -5
"Huh," said Sam. He wasn't sure if he sounded concerned or not. He was trying to not sound that way, but he was mostly wondering what it meant. He assumed that Nico didn't have vampires in his world. Or that there wasn't something that mattered when it came to vampires. And did he care if it did? He didn't think so. He wasn't invested in the culture or livelihood of the species. But he did find himself really caring about Nico's opinion. He leaned forward a bit, hoping that the concern about that either didn't slip across his face. There was a relief that he asked the question that was something which he could answer. "All over the place," he said. "They have a time machine. And it's a spaceship. They can go everywhere." He wasn't sure how else to explain it. There was a weak smile on his face.
Nico was grateful Sam hadn’t gotten upset about the Doors of Death closing. It was… well, it was further proof that he was overthinking this whole thing. Sam was his friend. Sam wouldn’t mind the things Nico had to do in order to save his world, right? A bit of doubt flickered across his expression. As much as he liked spending time with Sam, he still felt like there were probably things they needed to talk about. The only issue was that he didn’t want to ruin yet another room by bringing up the bad things. He pushed the thought away, turning his attention towards Sam. “Time machine and space ship?” he asked after a moment, tilting his head. “That sounds pretty cool. Are you going anywhere specific or just… everywhere?” Nico was pretty certain that time travel didn’t exist in his world, except in the context of the Lotus Hotel. Wherever Sam was going… it probably wasn’t somewhere Nico had ever heard of. “If you end up anywhere cool, you should tell me about it.” There… that was at least something they could talk about in future blinks if they didn’t want to think about the complicated stuff.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 18, 2021 23:17:26 GMT -5
"I'm not sure yet," Samuel admitted. "Missy seems to be implying that I might be learning some history that way." He shifted a bit in his seat. "So I guess back in time, eventually. So far I've been to a couple other planets." All of them at night, but that was still something that was really nice. Even if it was just that. He brightened ever so slightly. "I'll tell you," he assured. Hopefully he'd end up somewhere cool. He'd really like to do something that Nico would enjoy listening to. At least, Samuel hoped he'd be interested in it. "I ... I'd love to hear about your world," he told Nico. He didn't know a lot about where Nico was from. In fact ... he didn't feel like he knew enough about Nico either. "And ... if you wanted to talk more about what you like?" Samuel asked. He hoped he wasn't embarrassing himself. He really hoped that he wasn't.
“I’m jealous,” Nico replied, a small smile crossing his lips. He didn’t sound particularly jealous, though it did seem like a cool opportunity. “Maybe that’s just because I like history, though.” Nico’s head tilted to regard Sam at a slightly different angle. “I don’t… actually know what subjects you like. If it’s not history… I guess I hope you learn something cool anyway.” Part of him wished he could just… abandon everything he had to do in his world in order to go spend time with Sam, to travel worlds and cross time periods… he knew it was impossible, but he didn’t want it to be. He also knew that even if it was possible, he couldn’t just abandon his world like that. Sam’s questions caught him off guard. How did he describe his world? How did he describe himself? He didn’t actually know. He sighed, then forced himself to look back up again. “My world is… hard to explain,” he murmured after a moment, giving a soft shrug. “If you asked anyone in my world who didn’t know about Camp Half-Blood to describe my world, I think they’d come to a very different conclusion.” As for what he liked… he stared at the ground. He didn’t know. He hadn’t had time to enjoy anything or pick up a hobby for… well, for the last four years. Hopefully he’d have time soon, if he didn’t die.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2021 2:00:45 GMT -5
“I wouldn’t really know if I like history,” Sam admitted. “I didn’t think I did, but the idea of going back and seeing it … maybe I’ll start to think about it differently. I don’t know.” He thought about it for a second, but still wasn’t sure if he exactly had a stance. Finally, he just admitted, “I like art. Sometimes. I like doing things with my hands and making things. It keeps me busy.” Another pause. “And I like moving around, so things like PE were pretty fun. You showing me how to use your sword was really fun as well.” That was before Nico had known that Samuel was a vampire. He wondered if things would be different now. There was a lot more to what he could do than what he’d probably showed off. “I know what you mean,” Samuel admitted after a while. He didn’t think he could describe his own world either. There was just too much of it now. But he did notice that Nico was being quiet about his own likes and interests. “It’s okay if you don’t have any,” Samuel admitted after a second. “Sometimes it’s just nice to try different things at different times.” A pause. “Is there anything you’d like to do now?” It was a start. He didn’t want to bore Nico.
“Maybe you’ll end up liking it more than you thought,” Nico returned, giving Sam a tired smile. “There’s a lot of it out there. It’s not nearly as stuffy as they make it seem in books.” Then again, almost everything that appeared in books felt stuffy to Nico. Maybe he was just bad at reading. He shook his head of the thought. He found tablets and inscriptions from the ancients fascinating. It probably had more to do with what he was capable of reading than it did with the actual content of what he was reading. “Art,” Nico echoed, considering it for a long moment. “I used to doodle a lot, when I was at school. The teachers would always get really mad at me, because they thought I wasn’t focusing, so they told me not to. Which… made it harder to focus, but… doodling was fun.” He glanced up at Sam, then tilted his head a little. “I… know that art is really private for some people, but if you ever wanted to show me any…” he left the offer open, hanging in the air. He didn’t know how good Sam was, but… well, Nico’s bar was low. And as far as he was concerned, it was good as long as Sam had a good time making it. “I haven’t really had time for hobbies,” he admitted softly, something darker crossing his expression for just a moment. “I might, after the war, though. I hope.” He was silent for a long time, looking around the room as he tried to figure out what to do to pass the time. He didn’t know if Sam wanted to keep talking, or if he wanted to do a room… “I could show you more swordsmanship, if you wanted.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 2, 2021 0:01:26 GMT -5
“I like doodling,” Sam reassured. He was sorry that Nico had been encouraged not to do so. But that did sound like teachers that Samuel knew. He hesitated a bit when Nico said he’d like to see Sam’s art. But the small vampire nodded after a while. “I think I’d like that,” he said. He was interested in knowing what Nico thought. And he didn’t think that the other teen would misjudge his art either. “I hope you have time for hobbies soon,” Samuel agreed, leaning forward just a little. He really was just a bit worried by what Nico said about the war. He seemed too young for that and he seemed like he should have something he could at least try out. But it seemed like there wasn’t a lot of room for that in the position that Nico was in. “I’d … you can?” he asked. He stood up, just a bit unsure if Nico was serious. He wanted to learn more swordsmanship, but would that work if he … wasn’t … Well. “I’d … if you want,” he said, just a bit nervously. Even if there was an excited light in his eyes when he said that.
Nico managed a small smile, nodding a bit at Sam’s response. It struck him sometimes how little he knew about certain people in the House. He didn’t know that Sam did art, but it was just because he had never seen him do it. There were no casual opportunities for him to look over and see Sam on his own, doodling in the corner of a notebook or anything. The moments when he wished for a normal life were fairly rare, but now was one of them. He wished he could go to school and sit at a desk next to Sam and just… watch him doodle instead of paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying, because it was probably a lot less interesting than Sam and his drawings. “Thanks,” Nico replied, though it wasn’t clear exactly what he was thanking Sam for. Perhaps it was agreeing to showing him his art. Perhaps it was Sam’s wish for Nico to be able to find hobbies. Perhaps it was all of that and more. “Yeah, of course,” he added, dusting off his pants and standing up just moments later. “I didn’t really get the chance to teach you that much, and… maybe you’ll need a sword at some point. Or maybe it’s just fun. Either way.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 6, 2021 22:12:49 GMT -5
Samuel didn't know what he was saying thanks to either, but he nodded a couple times to confirm that he'd heard. It seemed impressive and kind to him - that Nico would actually be willing to do something with him. He stood up from the couch as well, eyes widening a bit. Then he had to chuckle. "I'm not sure what anyone would think about getting a sword." Maybe he could? He quite literally didn't know what anyone would think about him getting a sword, actually. It might be fine. He didn't know for sure. "I'll see," he said. It was what he could assure. With that in mind, of course, he glanced at Nico and his sword. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his tone curious.
“I really don’t know why swords went out of style,” Nico said with a shrug, shifting his from one hand to the other with practiced ease. He couldn’t help but wonder if swords needed to be balanced differently for vampires because of their strength. He doubted it, but… it was possible. “If you’re going to be going to the past, you might as well be able to defend yourself with the right weapons,” he added, the beginnings of a grin forming on his lips. “Here,” he said, passing the sword to Sam. “We should probably brush up on what I showed you last time. The right positions and all of that. Then I can show you a couple of classic attacks you can use. If you’re travelling back in time, your opponent might be armed, so we’ll start there. Maybe next time we can look at how to attack an unarmed opponent or an opponent armed with an unequal weapon like a gun or something.” Nico immediately got into the stance he had shown Sam last time, trying to demonstrate what his form should look like. “Good form is half the battle,” he told Sam after a moment, dipping his head.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 12, 2021 21:59:20 GMT -5
Sam supposed that sounded alright. Anyway, swords were cool, so it only seemed right that he should have the ability to use one. Also, Nico looked cool with one. Not that Nico didn't look cool without one or anything! That wasn't what Samuel meant at all. But it was just very ... Cool. "That sounds great," he said, with a grin that he hoped didn't look too awkward. He tried to scramble to remember what Nico had shown him before. It hadn't been that long ago, all things considering, so the memory in his mind was enough to slip into a stance that looked like what Nico had shown him. It was a bit awkward, particularly with the sword. It didn't feel heavy to Samuel. Like no weight really. He half wondered if he could bend it in half. "Like this?" he asked, knowing it wasn't exactly right, but needing something to let Nico show him what was off. He adjusted his stance again as he looked at what Nico was actually doing. "You can disarm someone who has a gun with a sword?" he asked, sounding slightly impressed with this fact.
Nico wasn’t really sure he counted as “cool.” He could use a sword because he needed to in order to survive. He was used to having to fight tooth and nail for his survival, and if he could use something to help him do that? He was going to take advantage of that as best he could. It did help that his weapon in particular looked cool. Celestial Bronze looked cooler than not having a sword at all, but there was almost nothing that could beat Stygian Iron in the looking cool factor. “Almost,” Nico replied, glancing at Sam for a long moment before he demonstrated the form with his own body, then straightened back up to appraise Sam. He stepped forward, very gently adjusting the way Sam was holding the sword, then nudging Sam’s leg with his foot to get it in the right position. “You’re strong enough that it would be hard for someone to knock you off balance anyway, but you can’t always assume you’re going to be fighting someone weaker than you. Notice how much more stable that feels?” He backed off a few moments later, then gave a small nod. “It’d be more difficult for your average human, but you can go fast, and I can shadow travel, so either of us could probably disarm someone with a gun if we timed it right.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 14, 2021 23:03:27 GMT -5
Samuel let Nico adjust his posture, trying not to move in too many interesting ways to try and check his own posture was, in fact, staying where it was supposed to. He grinned a bit to know that he wasn’t completely getting this wrong. That was good. He liked knowing that he was getting something right, even if the mention of being … not human … brought a pained look to the back of his eyes. But he tried his best to push that thought away. Not here. Right now, he had larger things to worry about. “It feels more stable,” he agreed. That at least was true. He was surprised. It also felt a bit more comfortable. A bit more natural. Huh. “That’s cool,” he said. Shadow traveling sounded cool as well, though he did have to wonder how much harm a gun would actually pose to him. “What next?” he asked, since he thought his position was pretty solid. Though whether or not he could get back into the same sort of position when Nico wasn’t around to correct him was a completely other matter.
Nico didn’t mean to upset Sam by mentioning that he wasn’t human, it was just that he hadn’t really considered that Sam might be upset by such a reminder. It was true – he wasn’t human. Nico didn’t think it was entirely a bad thing, it was just… a thing. And Nico couldn’t forget it, because every time he looked at Sam, it was incredibly clear that he had an aura of death around him. Not the same as the dying, not the same as the dead. But not the same as the living, either. “Good,” he said after a moment, giving a satisfied nod. “That stance will serve you well for now. Make sure you don’t let yourself be knocked down.” He took a step back, appraising for another moment before meeting Sam’s gaze. “What would you do if there was an opponent in front of you right now? One that would be safer to attack first instead of waiting for them to set the tone and pace of the fight?” Even with limited combat experience, Nico expected Sam to try to attack the imaginary person in front of him. Nico would be watching his footwork, paying attention to that before he paid attention to the rest of it. Sam’s superstrength and speed would serve him well, but eventually he’d meet an opponent with similar skills. If he didn’t have the right foundation for defense… Nico’s expression set and he gave Sam a firm nod. “Don’t be afraid,” he added, in case Sam was nervous about attacking the air.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 21, 2021 3:22:17 GMT -5
Attacking the air sounded easy - it wasn't like Sam had a target. But that might have been half the problem. He didn't have anywhere he was supposed to aim. There wasn't a direction which he could center himself on. Even still, he did attack the empty air. The most noticeable thing right off was the fact that he wasn't moving like he could have been. Even if Nico hadn't had experience with how vampires moved, he would have been able to tell that Sam was holding back. There wasn't as visible of a way to tell how this was happening, but it was, even if subtle. It was like there was an extra stiffness to his legs and hands and it lacked the grace that he should have been able to have. So his footwork wasn't really smoothly flowing into each other. It was just a matter of him taking those steps forward and looking almost like a jerky marionette. Vampire wise. Like he was trying to move like a human. "Uhhh," Sam said hesitantly.
Nico noticed. It wasn’t hard to tell that Sam was holding back, trying to act like something he wasn’t. Nico couldn’t blame him – he knew how Sam felt about being a vampire, knew he probably wouldn’t want to use the skills that gave him. It would kill him in a fight, even if he was fighting a human. They would notice the stiffness, the way he moved in awkward jolts instead of fluid motion. They would take advantage. Nico closed his eyes for a long moment, trying to figure out how to tell him. The thing was… Nico understood. He knew what it was like to be afraid of himself, to want to seem normal, to try to fight and act like he was normal. But in a fight, you had to use every weapon you had at your disposal. You couldn’t hide who you were or what you could do, because then half your attention was dedicated to that instead of paying attention only to the enemy. “Good,” he said after a moment, crossing his arms over his chest, “except you can’t be afraid of yourself. I’m not asking you to love everything about what you are, because that… would be hypocritical, but… in a fight, you can’t be afraid of it. If you’re fighting your instincts, that means you have two battles on your hands, not just one, and if your opponent’s been in battle before, they’ll find a way to take advantage of that.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 26, 2021 1:07:23 GMT -5
Samuel stiffened up a bit as Nico ... what ... caught on? His posture shifted and he pulled both of his feet back together, hunched his shoulders and looked down at the sword in his hands. He wasn't sure what to say. Even his own head was a mixture of white noise and distant thoughts of fear and sadness. He wasn't sure what to do. Eventually he looked up again, and over at Nico. "I don't know how," he said softly. Telling him that he couldn't be was all well and good - and he wanted to be able to do it - but that didn't mean he was good at it. It didn't mean that he had a guide for how to go about doing any of it. "What ... what do I do?" he asked. Did Nico have any suggestions? Anything that Sam didn't know or might have some way of being able to learn from. But that seemed ... so hard.
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Violetsky: Cymric is the technical term for a Manx cat that has long hair.
Jun 22, 2021 13:48:50 GMT -5
Violetsky: Technically they are Manx's as well; they are not a separate breed but an alternative variety of traditional Manx's, which are short-haired. They're also called longhair Manx's.
Jun 22, 2021 13:50:11 GMT -5
Violetsky: It's okay, I thought she was a traditional Manx for a while
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:13 GMT -5
Violetsky: Well, she is. It's like if brown bears that lived further up North had thicker and longer fur than their southern counterparts. If that was true, then they would be the same species and "breed", they just have different adaptations.
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:52 GMT -5