Daemon AU

[luckysock]

DAEMONS
A dæmon is the animal embodiment of a person's inner self - their soul made corporeal. In childhood, daemons can shapeshift; around puberty, they settle into one form which represents a person's personality.

Daemons can talk, are typically of the gender opposite their human, and can't go more than a few yards from their human half. Any pain felt by a person is felt by their daemon, or vice versa, and to touch someone else's daemon is painfully intimate and the greatest taboo.

RNG:
1. meetings (mean snap judgments; what do you think of someone with a snake soul?)
2. fight scenes (are a lot more badass with a lion at your side, or tricky when your weak spot is a poodle)
3. rescues (are difficult if your daemon can't drag theirs to safety. you won't break the taboo, will you?)
4. cuddling (gets weird when your alligator snuggles up to their rabbit)
5. confined spaces (are more claustrophobic with the risk of touching someone's soul)
6. poor conditions (when your cat can't swim or your dragonfly might freeze)
7. lies (are harder to tell with daemons telegraphing body language)
8. touching (from a torturer is horrifying; from someone intimate, it's powerful)
9. abnormalities (include same-gender daemons, limitless separation ranges, or inhuman lack of a daemon)
10. suddenly (everyone has daemons. they didn't before. what the hell.)

Want to rehash a canon scene, now with daemons? Make up your own prompt? Just here to dump your "why X has Y animal" in a toplevel? Go nuts.

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[not_kenway]

[ He considers these words. Sixsipita buts under his hand and he absently starts rubbing behind one soft ear, watching his dæmon's eyes. ]

Yes, I suppose I am.

[ It has brought home just how far away he is from, well, home. Both in space and time. He gathers Sixsipita in his arms so they rest against one another, the raccoon's brow pressing into his cheek and his other hand pressing to the still healing wound in his gut. ]

My mother's mother has not yet been born.

[digrazia]

[A relatively contented hum of agreement sounds from him, largely missing the tone from Ratonhnhaké:ton's realization. He finds this all endlessly interesting, evident by his enthused scrawling. Cesare, again, catches on more quickly than his human and is keen to clue him in, digging at the blond's boot and looking to their guest once he has attention.

Leonardo's heart drops to his stomach at the display.] Ah—most likely... [The quiet agreement trails with a soft clearing of his throat. He's gone and done it again: gotten too enthralled in a subject and entirely missed the perspective for someone else. Closing his notes and pushing them away, he picks Cesare up and holds him securely as he burrows, focusing attention back on the assassin.

Perhaps he can help ease him into all this. Or at least provide some distraction.] I do not mean to pry terribly, but your bruises, [A hand moves while he speaks, motioning towards the other's face.] They are fresh, sí? If you are not opposed, I have an ointment that will help the ache and healing.

[not_kenway]

[Stroking the thick tail of his dæmon, Ratonhnhaké:ton looks up through his lashes at Leonardo, then nodding slowly and letting his gaze fall once more.]

Relatively. Some are very fresh, others are simply injuries on injuries. The... I am not sure what word I want. I was injured, by a beam of wood, through here.

[He touches his stomach and then gestures to his back.]

I fell, onto my back. Most of these are just, fists.

[He was used to being hit. People had been hitting him since he was five years old, he's much less concerned about the bruises.]