a soldier on my own

[uprisings]

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here

[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]

[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]

[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]

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[uprisings]

[Alright. Forceful push. Probably a telekinetic of some sort. Which sucks! There are very few things more annoying then a good telekinetic in a fight, but he's dealt with worse]

[Stumbles back, wings opening to keep his balance, and the moment he's got his feet back underneath him, he's pushing back towards her, claws making a ragged sweep through the air towards her chest]

[entropied]

[She steps back, though clumsily because she wasn't expecting that, and his claws open up long cuts on her collarbone. She blinks at him, looking utterly betrayed--she didn't think he'd actually retaliate. Of course that's ridiculous, considering she attacked first. She scowls, raising her wand and sending a crackling blast of energy at his torso.]

[uprisings]

[Yeah that was pretty dumb, brosis. This is a guy who kills his matesprit. He really don't let his FEELINGS on a certain subject get in the way of things]

[Still, he's hardly expecting the MAGIC BLASTS, so while he certainly does his best to dodge, he's still caught across the side and WOW FUCK IT HURTS??? Stumbling away, hand immediately going to his side. Ow... ow ow ow fuck. FUCK]

[entropied]

[Too easy.

She's smirking again, but she doesn't pause to savor that small victory. Instead she steps forward, trying to harry him back as she sends another arc of majyyk toward one wing. Might as well keep him from getting away before he tries, right?]

[uprisings]

[NO]

[He would rather get hit anywhere else, actually! So his wings snap closed and he turns, catching it across the shoulder instead]

[Aaaand so you get a pained growl for that, and he kind of completely unbalanced himself so there he goes... hitting his knee as he falls. Trying to scramble up to his feet again, and get away before she's got him trapped in a corner]

[entropied]

[In her current state, that is incredibly amusing to her, and she crosses the distance between them to stand in front of him, leveling one wand at his chest.]

You're slow.

[uprisings]

You're underestimating.

[And welcome to being swept down towards the ground by a bull horn!]

[entropied]

[Yup, she wasn't expecting that, and down she goes! Her tailbone hits the floor hard, and she lets out a little "oof!" of surprise. She held onto her wands, though, which is all that matters, so she aims another blast at him, though a bit haphazardly.]

[uprisings]

[Yep just gonna sort of awkwardly duck around that, grabbing her wrists and moving to straddle her waist. aughlajsdf it hurts like a bitch to move like that though so don't mind the sort of pained sound he makes as he tries to pin her]

[entropied]

[She jerks one wrist aside at the last second, and though he still grabs hold of it, the grip is probably weaker than he intended. When she realizes there's absolutely no way she's going to be able to squirm away from him, considering how much bigger and stronger he is than her, she lets the flickering of her eyes die away and blinks up at him, looking utterly confused.]

[uprisings]

[He is going to readjust his grip on her wrist, hold it a little firmer, but then she gives him that... confused look and he just... stops. Staring down at her, and for a moment the cold, flat lack of expression of his face is replaced by a sudden worry]

Coleta...?

[entropied]

[She tries to pull her hands away, brow furrowed. Her voice is back to normal--harsh and impatient, though she still sounds totally disoriented to find herself pinned by him.]

What are you doing? Get off.

[uprisings]

[...fuck. WHAT. He doesn't let her go entirely, still too caught up in adrenalin and pain and needing to protect himself, but his hands loosen slightly around her wrists]

You. Just attacked me?

[entropied]

[She scowls, giving her wrists another tug.]

Why would I attack you?

[uprisings]

[Hands... loosening again... Sitting back... Still not getting off though]

I don't, know...? But you did. [Twitches the shoulder she burned, hissing faintly]

[entropied]

[She blinks up at him, frowning as he sits up.]

...I did that?

[uprisings]

Yes... [...WELL THIS IS DISTRESSING. He wants to let her go but what if she does it again? );]

You. Don't remember...?

[entropied]

[She shakes her head, reaching for his wound and stopping just short of touching it, as though wishing she could fix it but knowing she can't.]

Are you...

[She hesitates, swallowing hard.]

Are you okay?

[uprisings]

[...oh. His eyes search over her face and he... he doesn't...]

I'm. Um. I don't, know. Are you? [Lets go of her wrists finally...]

[entropied]

[As soon as he lets go of her wrists, the worry completely disappears from her face and she lifts one wand, blasting him back.]

[uprisings]

[...too... kind of horrified to try to dodge. Not that he could even if he wanted to. She is far too close, and so he's hit full in the chest, and slammed back into the ground, back arching, going sort of shocked and numb from pain and... this awful hollow sensation in his chest. Oh god oh god she really does want to kill him]

[And worse he fell for her trick. He's stunned for now, but yeah... he's done. He's gonna fuck her shit up the second he can move again]

[entropied]

[Oh, good, he's finally off of her. She stands up, dusting off her dress and approaching. She stops a few feet away, deciding that he's not quite out of it enough. After all, he really is breathtaking, and she'd prefer to savor this.

So the next arc of magic is aimed at his head, not nearly enough to kill him, but more than enough to stun him. It's really too bad she has no reliable way to keep him down but conscious.]

[uprisings]

[FUCK YOU he was really just about to get on his feet, and then...]

[But it doesn't matter because he has no way to dodge her like this. He is starting to ache, and then that blast strikes him across the temple and he just... nearly blacks out, but not quite. Hovering at the edge of consciousness, whole body shaking as he tries... tries so hard to make his body move again]

[entropied]

[She is going to hate herself forever when she's back to normal.

But once she's sure he's down, at least for a while, she approaches, nudging him gently with one slippered foot before kneeling beside him. She reaches out to brush his hair from his forehead, sighing wistfully. He really is an impressive specimen for a troll.

She pauses for a moment, then rolls him over almost gently, though it takes a fair bit of work considering his weight and his stupid horns. Those wings of his are beautiful, and she smiles as she traces the veins absently. They must be quite a source of pride to him. She wonders how fragile they are.]

[uprisings]

[Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck]

[Of course he knows what she's doing. He knows the second she starts to roll him over, and even as much as he tries to resist, his body just won't fucking respond and then her fingers are there. The veins are the most sensitive part and there are muscles twisting themselves up in his back each time she sets her fingers against them. And he can't--]

[He can't make words form. He can only make this sort of pained, desperately distressed sound that gets caught in his throat anyway as panic sets it. No no no no no oh god oh fuck no please don't--]