// I guess it's part of why I wanted to write him in particular (asides a shocking resemblance to an older muse I had on this site, iykyk) is that as someone who's also lived his life wracked in pain but knowing the only way out is through, I got perspective. But we'll see, yeah?
// I'll admit I haven't been in the RP scene in a while and I've, a tad ironically to some, struggled with A Lot of chronic illness, pain and fatigue woes that made it hard to feel like I was even 'allowed' to RP anymore.
Thank you for the warm welcome tho, I hope we have fun 💚
"Alright, you can call me a believer in the fae," he says in a dry tone. The relief is pretty damned palpable at least.
"But you're sure you have a thread strong enough to hold me together? I'm uh, I'm a bit accident-prone and I don't want to waste your efforts within the day."
Victor's lip tightens with uncertainty, the situation has gotten a bit out of his hands but he's willing to give anything a college try.
His digits flex experimentally before he shudders... it's a strange, blossoming sort of feeling that prickles before it buzzes to a null. —
[The fae jumps up on Victor's knee, being very delicate. He uses his quarterstaff to gently run the wood against from Victor's shoulder to his wrist. A numbness begins to settle in quickly. The staff is placed down and Thimble hums.]
Let me know when you cannot move your arm.
@prefersthedead // It does make me feel really old... 💧 I personally believe if you're spending way more time making every other word in all your replies look fancy than thinking about how you're using the words themselves, the point is a bit lost.
"That's, uhm, rrreassuring..." Victor manages to croak out, grateful he wasn't one of the east coast vamps at the moment.
He's still not sure how he feels about this for all he heard, but he does limply extend his still half-sewn hand.
"Okay, if you PROMISED no funny business."
No extra limbs or appendages, don't worry! Only if you consume fae blood, will bad things happen to you. Last guy who tried turned into a rabbit.
[True story. Poor thing got swooped up by a hawk an hour after transforming.]
I promise you'll just be numb for like an hour ++
Where does he begin? Few /thousand/? Healing under a day? The cadaver's lashes flutter in utter confusion over eyes that widen at the shimmery portal. Maybe there's a reason he'd never seen fae before.
"That isn't going to make me grow a tail or extra limbs or something, right?"
I know quite a bit of healing-related magic, but it's been a few thousand years since I've put it to use. Usually, when I am injured, my body heals in under a day, so I've healed humans and humanoids in their time of need.
Just gotta find my healing focus. [Fingers ++
The life he's got now is... Well. He isn't going to bitch and whine for the sheer sake of bitching and whining, but it could be going a little better.
And maybe... right now, 'better' sounds like some of that weird spreadable cheese he tried once. Sounds a little more filling.
He listens patiently through the faerie's little ramble, feeling a bit awkward knowing anything he could add to that would likely only be seen as ghastly.
At the mention of numbing, however, his thick brows arch in curiousity.
"... You can do that? Some kind of magic trick?"
T'is a pleasure, Victor! Ah, yes, I did craft my ensemble... I do need to freshen up with a new look, but for now, I have this. Lots of people's orders to get through.
[The fae yaps a bit, but soon silences himself.]
Are you sure you'd not want help? I could probably ++
Suppose he never thought about it like that- there was usually too much else going on in his mind (like who his stomach belonged to in the first place) to have that time to experiment.
He appreciates the offers nonetheless, maybe once he gets some peace he'll take her up on it.
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𝒂h, well ─┄ like people say, baby steps, right ? he can accustom his palate, and digestive system, to new flavors, spices, and recipes little by little . trial & error, but for a 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦
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'Safe' is probably the best word for it when you're still trying to slowly figure out what your digestive system will and won't tolerate.
Had to turn down an invitation to Ivy's neighborhood for dinner knowing the food would probably have him doubled over for days. 💧
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𝒑robably because most people find it way too plain and boring .. still, he does have a point . & sometimes, plain can be safe and comforting, too .
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You ought to know, he eats more than just the occasional street hot dog. There's always a bag of plain saltine crackers and he's not sure why this gets called a 'struggle meal 😭 ' when everything about his damned life is a struggle.
— Better not to push that luck. The little sprite seems harmless enough but he's not going to go off asking for what he thinks he doesn't deserve, even if it was offered to him first.
"I take it that outfit is something you made, then? It's... very elaborate for the scale."
"Thimble..." He repeats, quickly running all that info through his mind. Faes and faeries? He's seen a LOT in the Cursed Apple, but there's always time to be surprised. "Hrm. Victor. Nice to meet you."
He'd offer some handshake but between the size difference and his situation —
++ I mean no harm. My name is Thimble, and I'm a clothier and the local faerie.
[He didn't intend to look like an Ixian, but that's kinda how the form change cocoon spat him out this time. Anything's better than a fae's true form; A grisly sight to behold.]
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— the 'handiwork' speaks a bit for itself in his lack of patience and frustration against his own pain hindering him. It's not exactly his best shot at it.
"I wouldn't want to waste your time trying to fix some stranger's morbid mess, you've probably got better things to do..."
Well. That's no standard subway pest. He doesn't care to make random judgements of her, lord knows he doesn't like it towards himself- but they almost looked like a very tiny ixian. How curious.
"No, no. I've uh... I've got this. Thanks." is what Victor says to him, but —
[The fae floats down, wings fluttering behind her, and gently lands nearby, walking under a streetlamp, revealing his glittery and impish self to Victor.]
Sorry, sorry, couldn't help but notice your sewing is needing a bit of assistance? As a clothier, my specialty is (CONT)