S T R A Y
shipping meme
Taking in strays is, all in all, an understandable vice. The dips in between their ribs, those large and forlorn eyes, they can help you forget the claws and the teeth and the danger lurking beneath fur. But the habit's a knife edge; your efforts may not be rewarded with kindness (animal instincts aren't discretionary) and you may get bit despite what you've overlooked. A stray doesn't care about pity. All it can know is survival.
These warnings apply to strays of the more human(oid) sort, too.
But what may even more perilous with this type than any drawn blood is what you can get when they grow to trust you. You can earn their undying loyalty...or their love. Either from such a wild thing is a precarious path to go down, if you allow yourself to do it.
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- ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?
- ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.
- ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any
- ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.
- ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.
- ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.
- sᴇʟғʟᴇssɴᴇss —
- ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.
- sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.
- sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.
- ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.
- ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.
- ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?
- ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.
- ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.
- ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is
- ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?
- ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.
- ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.
- ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.
- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.
- ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.
- ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.
- ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.
- ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.
- ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.
- ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
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bakerstreet2017-10-22 07:48 pm
1/3/13 + anything else you wanna throw in..!
That's his story, and he's sticking to it. The last thing Azazel is is a friend of humans.
As for why he's still here now, after having flown off and brought back a decent amount of staple food and water to help her get back up on her feet... well. Some questions are best left unasked, if only for the sake of Azazel's mood. He's leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree, taking advantage of the shade for more than just the fact that the sun's blazing overhead, glancing intermittently over at... whatever Ayesha's doing fumbling around her pile of Things(TM), undecided on whether all the clamouring is annoying or curious.]
... What are you doing?
[It's the most he's said to her so far, everything else being a single-word "here," or "drink."]
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She looks up to give Azazel a soft, but lingering smile. She's still looking at him with her eyes full of gratitude for the rescue. To be honest, she doesn't get to see a lot of people lately, human or not...
Ayesha lets out a hum in thought. She's just sorting through it all, trying to make it fit in her bags as well as she can. There's a small pile of discarded items to her side.]
Oh, I'm just looking over what I've gathered to make sure it's all worth keeping. [ Again: clumps of dirt have made it into the 'keep' pile. Yeah. ] It's a little bit heavy to carry so much around if I'm not going to use it.
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well, he's still hanging around, and that's unusual, and just the slightest bit vexing -- almost as much as the fact that when he sees her smiling at him, he doesn't immediately want to just scoff and walk off then and there.]
Then why did you pick all of this up to begin with? If you knew you'd be traveling, then you shouldn't have given yourself the burden of carrying so much uneccesary garbage.
[Whatever 'all of this' is, really -- but Azazel isn't necessarily judging that part of the whole situation, despite the fact that he's faily certain he just saw something in one of those jars move. He's seen his fair share of strange items, both in his own world and in the hands of humans; it's a fact that only seems to become more and more common with the passage of time.
Still, that doesn't stop the way he regards the little piles of bits and pieces with a slight scowl, even as the act itself gives away the fact that he is, on some level, interested, and he pushes off of the tree against his back to stroll over to stand before Ayesha.]
Give them to me.
[... The things she wants to keep that might be a bit more troublesome to carry, that is. Whether it's clear what he means or not, he's holding out a clawed hand all the same, staring her down expectantly.]
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But hey! Let's not talk about her restricted ruin trespassing!
She assumes he's asking for some kind of payment for having rescued her. But despite that presumption seeming a bit rude at a glance - from either side - she finds it reasonable, and starts rummaging through her 'keep' pile for something suitably valuable. Or at least, valuable in a way that a non-alchemist would understand. Maybe an... Ice bomb??? People like bombs, right???? She holds a couple small ice bombs out to him as an offering. ]
I'm sorry, I don't have much money on me at the moment.