milliways_bar | Entries tagged with yvaine

[OOM: A thought - If you should decide to bicker about matters that are of potential political importance, it just might be advisable to try to use your inside voices. And maybe some common sense.]

tristranthorn

[OOM: Two very dorky lovers travel across Faerie in search of soft beds and pie, all while continuing to shirk their responsibilities.

Millitimed to half a millenium ago because slow muns are slow. But still alive, promise!]

an_evening_star

It's been a while.

Okay, so it's been way more than a while, but the narration would go so far as to err on the side of diplomacy lest it be included in the general air of 'royal lazyasses' that seems to follow its charges around on a near-constant basis. It is not lazy - it is abused and mistreated.

"- should have seen your face when it started moving!"

"It was a tree. Trees don't move - there are roots involved - it's rather the point, Yvaine."

"So you talked to one, but they cannot move?"

"Yes, but that's an entirely -"

You see what it has to live with on a daily basis?

The couple that appears along with the bickering looks rather like they've been walking a great deal - vaguely dusty, slightly threadbare, and sun-darkened (well, one of them, at least) - but altogether rather pleased, if a little footsore.

"Oh," the star remarks, blinking once at the sudden change of scenery and grinning widely. "Civilization!"

Company would be welcomed. (As would dinner, more likely than not, but first thing's first.)

(OOC: ~~Two for the price of one! It's sort of a discount ... only not at all.~~ AND NOW - for bedtime!)

tristranthorn

[OOM: Remember these two? Yeah, they're not dead yet!

Millitimed to a bajillion years ago, slowtimed to Hell and back, Tristran and Yvaine finally get around to telling Tristran's family of their newfound relationship. There is awkward dinnering, good-natured teasing, and exhausted debriefing all in very typical Tristran and Yvaine fashion.]

an_evening_star

(OOM: It's summer in the land of Stormhold, which is a perfectly good time for ~~irresponsible~~ vacationing royalty to do ... well, absolutely nothing of consequence, of course.)

tristranthorn

[OOM:
And every stranger's face I see
reminds me that I long to be
homeward bound.]

an_evening_star

(OOM: In which there is worrying over injured parties and a great deal of ridiculousness.

Millitimed to just this side of forever-and-a-half ago.)

tristranthorn

The bandages around his shoulder and arm are sufficient enough, still present (mostly because he doesn't care to take them off just yet). There is no longer any blood and the wound is still a little sore but it is nearly completely healed, which is a rather good thing.

He has been resting upstairs in their room, bed-ridden for the most part, in order to regain his strength. After a few days, he'd become a little restless and bored, but Yvaine had been around to keep him company - which he is immensely grateful for.

As Tristran ambles down the steps towards the bar proper, he feels quite a lot better.

It is nice to be able to stretch his legs a bit.

will_scarlett

The days are shorter, but after talking to John, Will can't be inside, knowing Molly won't be coming through the door.

So he goes to the heavy bag, punching and moving for a time though it doesn't do enough.

He comes back inside and collapses on the couch, can't look at the Front Door, so his arm is covering his face.

How can she not be coming back? It doesn't make sense and it hurts yet he knows that she'll be happier out there, find someone from her world. Just hurts.

an_evening_star

It's unusual, really, to see the star much of anywhere on her own.

But she's there all the same - curled up in one of the armchairs near the fire with her legs over the armrest and a long white jacket slung over her lap. There's a neat slice on the side of one coatsleeve and a larger hole in the shoulder - and the fine, white string she's attempting to wrangle has stubbornly wound its way down her arm and doesn't seem particularly inclined to cooperate with any amount of frustrated glaring.

She's terrible at this. (Which, truthfully, is most of the motivation for not attempting it upstairs - where certain people could wake up and see.)

She's terrible at it, but that doesn't seem to make her particularly inclined to give up. She continues on, frowning stubbornly, curses soft and mumbled against bleeding fingers and messily tended material.

Interruption would be a blessing. Unless you happen to be a very angry sewing needle offended by the sort of language your tiny, prickly child might be picking up, mind you.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: In an attempt to make each other less guilty about various things, Atton and Will beat each other up and yell a lot. It works surprisingly well. Healing of various broken bones and a discussion on a lot of different stuff follows.]

Atton and Will half-walk, half-stumble into the bar, making a beeline for the Bar and ordering drinks.

Neither of them, apparently, see anything unusual about having a lot of blood on their faces, hands and shirts (and, in Will's case, hair) or about all the rapidly forming bruises. Obviously, these are a secondary concern to acquiring to alcohol.

Botherable.

[Is two muns and two pups.]

aka-casanova.livejournal.com

Giovanni is out behind the bar, out of the direct line of sight of the back door, trying to practise dancing.

He doesn't think anyone's watching. Especially when he trips over a rock and nearly falls in the lake.

Care to disillusion him?

visible_sariel

OOM. In Will's world, Sariel lends a hand to the outlaws of Sherwood, and gets quite a bit more than she bargained for along the way.

A second ago, the door opened on dappled green and fading battle, and two people came through. A heartbeat later, a somewhat disheveled Sariel Rager steps in and makes it three.

She's not paying the attention she might normally as the door swings shut behind her; she's crossing to Bar on boots smudged with forest soil and lifting something in her right hand by the very furthest of one end, the better to lay it on the counter. the knife vanishes in the next second, and to say Sariel looks anything but relieved as she watches it go would be a lie.

Both hands and one of her dress's sleeves are smeared with blood, though it doesn't appear that any of it's hers; she looks shaken and tired, but not visibly injured. dark eyes scan the room for Tristan and Yvaine, for any of the others who'd gone along, for anyone she knows. If this were a routine mission coming to a close, she'd have a superior to report to. But it isn't, and she hasn't.

and she's at a rather frayed loose end, say true.

[Warnings for violence and whitetext references to canon doom in the above OOM.]

tristranthorn

[OOM: In Sherwood, Tristran and Yvaine help Will Scarlett retrieve the tax, but skilled guards are too much for some - especially where heroics are involved. With that done, there are injuries to deal with - luckily, there are fellow Milliways-ers, such as Sariel, to help.]

The door opens in a disappointingly undramatic sort of way, but two rather familiar and roughed up individuals come through. One of them, a certain Tristran Thorn, is injured; his shoulder and arm are very efficiently bandaged but blood is still slowly soaking through. He's all right though - or, he will be. Unfortunately, he isn't feeling very good and is hardly receptive to the environment around him.

With her arm around him, murmuring words of worry and words of chiding, Yvaine helps him into the bar space. She is going for the stairs and to their room; neither of them seem to be thinking right now of doctors.

will_scarlett

Its time to go back, Will's standing at a table wearing his jerkin and cloak, his quiver on his back, longbow and sword at his side.

He asked Bar for clothing to help those coming blend in and so there's a pile of medieval outfits on the table, a tankard he keeps drinking from though the bruise on his chin from sparring with John hasn't faded yet.

There are a few people he's keeping an eye out for, some to speak to before he leaves and others to come with him, they all offered, he just wishes this was over.

ETA(OOC: There is now a comment at the bottom of the page with a link to the OOMs.

(OOC: Not plotlocked at all though only a few will be going through the door. Seminar is finished and I'm back for the rest of the day.)

tristranthorn

It is rather fortunate that Tristran and Yvaine have not been turned into animals - who knows what sort of strange ruckus the two of them might have caused as animals with very little inhibitions.

Besides, Tristran already knows exactly how it feels to be an animal, and he can't say he enjoys it very much. He's rather glad that chapter in his life is gone and done.

There are two glasses of water on their table, and Tristran has an arm draped around the star. The couple have been out of the bar, doing what they do best (which, basically, is nothing productive) and are back tonight for even more nothingness and are very much botherable if you are so inclined to meet their acquaintance.

an_evening_star

[OOM: In which Tristran and Yvaine move too slow, too fast, and in an entirely unexpected direction.]

The impressiveness of the rather sudden and rather solid thunk of bodies hitting the hardwood is only truly impressive until one hears the inventive string of curses that it prompts.

It continues on without repeating (which might be the most impressive part) in a manner entirely unbefitting the the ladylike voice of the decidedly shimmery body on the bottom of the tangled pile of limbs and flushing and far too many skirts, and only cuts itself off at a particularly scandalized, "Yvaine!"

The muffled laughter that replies is significantly less scandalized and significantly more amused.

That is, until it registers that they are lying in what is most definitely not a hallway.

The quiet, "Oh, this is lovely." is much more appropriately mortified.

an_evening_star

[OOM: After the happy endings - rather immediately after the happy endings - there are obligations, in-laws, and unexpected career opportunities.]

tristranthorn

[OOM: It cannot be any sweeter than this, as the fallen star and the half-mortal faerie-born man make canon-history. The way they go about it is, as to be expected, unconventional, but oh - it is lovely anyway.

For the record: it tastes distinctly of sap.]

an_evening_star

[OOM: In which the star certainly doesn't mope and has an enlightening discussion with a certain perfect pastry.]

tristranthorn

[OOM: Tristran is acquainted once more with all the important people in Wall. Arrangements are made, concerning the ending of his quest, and once that is over, very important truths are learned.]

tristranthorn

[OOM: After a disappointing turn of events, Tristran and Yvaine camp outside of Wall. There is more Awkward and drunken antics - mostly on Tristran's part. It all makes for some jolly good fun, really. Well, for some anyway.

Then later that night, Yvaine is met with a mysterious presence who comes to give her warning.]

an_evening_star

[OOM: In which spells are broken, baths are taken, and the merry travel down the path of Awkward continues.]

an_evening_star

[OOM: (In honor of movie day!) In which there are important lessons learned about hitchhiking, slightly deviant attractions toward sarcastic men, and further unfortunate (though slightly less unfortunate than the last time) encounters of the witchy kind.

And later on, Yvaine says a lot of things that she means, a lot of things that she feels, and a lot of things that she really would have preferred not to say at all. It's mostly fortunate that certain other parties aren't in the habit of answering.]

tristranthorn

[OOM: Their escape from the tawny eagles lands the two companions in the town of Fulkeston, where Tristran gains great renown for his ability to tell stories, leading him to quite a bit of popularity with some of the ladies (much to Yvaine's discontent).

Eventually tensions run so high that upon deciding to leave the village, Tristran and Yvaine get into their first fight. They say that sometimes fighting can be healthy. In this case, that is definitely a possibility.]