the storm finally found me

[uprisings]

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????

[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]

[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]

[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]

[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]

Comments

[uprisings]

[Oh goodness!! He actually looks really... childishly excited about that offer, thinking back on the music Link had been playing when they'd first met. GOAL MET. HE HAS BEEN CHEERED UP. Well that was easy lksjdf]

I would uh... Yes. I think that, that would be. Nice.

[ocariness]

[ ... Yay! Oh, Link is really pleased. ]

What sort of instrument do you think you would like? I don't have any animal skin, but I could make you drums out of cloth... I could also make something that uses air, of course... or strings...

[ Guess who is also always excited by music? sgdjhfg HAHA SORRY WILLOW THESE TWO... ]

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow is not sad to be effectively excluded from this plan at all, and is just happy to see them both being happy.

She does chime in,] My vote is for pan pipes. Definitely pan pipes.

[uprisings]

[...confused. Look guys, he's lived a sad life pretty much deprived of the arts, you're gonna have to go slow with him ljef]

I uh... [.......] I don't, really know...! I am not, very familiar. With this kind of thing...? [Gives Willow a particularly confused stare. What even are pan pipes...]

[ocariness]

[ A laugh, hang on... Link's... thinking of an example here--oh okay right, grabbing some medical vials from nearby and sort of placing them together? The tubes are all sort of differently lengthed the way Link's holding them. ]

A Pan Flute looks something like this, you blow into each part. It's usually made from reeds, and each reed has a differently colored band. You use air to make the sounds, and move it to make different notes.

[ ... Link has played a lot of stuff okay. 8( ]

[guiltapalooza]

I think it would fit with your whole... motif.

[Vague hand gesture. She's only teasing a little, really.]