millionsnife

[millionsnife]

Oh. "No, I..." Have no idea why I'm here. "I came to check on the plant," he finishes lamely, finally wrestling the wing into submission. "Stupid thing–how, er. How has she been? Did you find... the... whoever it was. Human girl?"

He can't remember if there'd been a name at any point. Certainly not from his sister, she'd never known the girl as anything but one of her humans. Names didn't matter to most plants anyway. Knives personally doubts they even understand the concept. (He remembers he hadn't, either. Not at first. It had taken months for Rem to explain the idea to him and Vash, to convince both of them they needed names. Separate ones.)

He can feel his sister perk in her tank, not quite uncurling but definitely listening.

Mona jumps in her seat, the disturbance causing her to swivel quickly to look at the door proper. Instinct dictates she get up and investigate, but then that voice...

"...Knives..?" She hopes she remembered correctly. It had been the name he had given her in case she needed him, not that she could think of a reason why she might at all but nevertheless. His name comes as an unsure croak. Hoping it's him, not someone here to steal the plant, or worse.

As she wheels closer on her stool, Mona can catch a glimpse of his quite obvious figure in the dim, flickering hall lights. She swallows. He still is a touch unsettling, the feeling causing her to hesitate scurrying to his side to help. She remains glued to her seat.

"Are you hurt again..?"

#trimax verse;; sorry for what i said i didn't mean to get so emotional #halcyon mind

[millionsnife]

I don’t know if I’ve ever said this on here guys, but 

I AM SO FUCKING GAME FOR USING THE SAME PLOT WITH MULTIPLE PARTNERS. 

someone messaged me this morning after I sent them a message late last night about a plot on their wishlist, saying that we couldn’t play it out because “somebody messaged me about it first”. I find that VERY rude, just because there are SO MANY WAYS you can go about a plot!! It doesn’t matter if you have the same plot with two people or twenty people BECAUSE there are so many angles you can play it at!! 

So I just thought I’d throw this out there, that if you see a plot on my wishlist FUCKIN MESSAGE ME. I literally do not care if I’m playing out the same plot with one person or ten people. Throw the fuckin plot at me guys. I want that plot from different angles. I do not care how many people I’m doing it with. THROW IT AT ME. 

this has been a psa. 

#if it's not specific to a character/ship then yeah ABSOLUTELY #everyone has such varied interpretations of characters that i really enjoy seeing how the dynamics of those different versions take a #basic plot premise and make it something unique and personal to the dynamic between your muse and knives

[millionsnife]

"No, they're not nearby." Or well, they were, but not in a place they could easily access without him having to order around the Doctor to get Merlin to restricted spaces.

"We're connected. On the higher plane." Knives wrinkles his nose, trying to find a way to explain it in a way Merlin would understand. "It's like sharing a brain," he settles for finally. "All of us. Except my brother, he doesn't know how."

Hm!

“Well, what are they interested about?” Actually, he held a hand up for Knives to hold that thought. “Better yet, are your sisters nearby?” Or at least, a handful of them. “I think I see several things we can do to alleviate the latter issue, the first one is speaking with your sisters.”

Merlin gave cath palug a scritch, allowing his familiar to hop back onto Knives’ shoulder. “The reason why I ask to see your sisters, is I get the feeling they’re curious.” And lonely, but he didn’t have to add that, “All creatures are going to wonder what their sibling is doing. If my talking to them eases that curiosity for you to focus; we can go from there.”

#merlin summoned verse;; i could see a color that no one else could see #avaloniamagus

[millionsnife]

He leaned slightly, swaying absently in Zazie's direction. "You're going to stay aren't you?" he asked the bug, already thinking about ways he could spread plant life across the desert. "To help." And to protect him, like Zazie had promised.

Besides, god or no this Merlin was a stranger and Zazie was familiar. A known variable, one Knives could predict with fairly high accuracy when it came to what they'd do. Merlin, he wouldn't be able to predict at all. He'd rather Zazie stay.

"Or do you have things to do?"

“Is that what humans claim nowadays?” He had to laugh a little at that, “Well, they’re wrong. Magic is far deeper and intrinsic than science. Science is what humans call it to dupe themselves into thinking they’re smarter than everyone else.” They were in fact, two sides of the same coin. One was simply the more commonly spread, well known type. The kind that offered an explanation; where magic simply was.

Zazie stared at Merlin for a minute, before they slid their gaze to Knives. It was weird hearing such a casual tone from a creature not of Nomans or humanity. Plants aside, they had little understanding of non-humans. “You’re an odd one.” They said finally, frowning at Merlin. “I guess you’re allowed to stay, but if you hurt Knives we’ll eat you.”

A blink. A brief smile, “I have no intention of harming the one who summoned me, of that you needn’t worry about.” He bowed his head in deference to Knives, “You want this world to be given life, which can be done.” Merlin needed to see Knives’ conviction, though. His purpose, his duty – and most of all;

He wanted to see if Knives would tip everything over, or balance it all out.

#merlin summoned verse;; i could see a color that no one else could see #avaloniamagus

[millionsnife]

"At least you're a pretty face." It's mostly teasing. "So I can forgive you for being stupid." Definitely teasing. Knives shifts, sinking teeth into the juncture between his neck and shoulder with a low hum. Not enough to bleed, but definitely enough to leave a mark that'll last awhile.

"Looks good on you."

"I noticed!!" Midvalley immediately defends himself, "I just... thought you were using them as leverage, I guess. Been waiting for the other shoe to drop, but uh... then this happened. So here I am, looking like an idiot."

His breath is snatched from him as he's pushed against the bar and tugged. He lets out a small gasp; he's in so much danger like this, and if you'd've told him a year ago that this would happen, he'd assume he was in the process of being murdered. A bead of sweat forms at his temple already, formed by sheer fear? Arousal? What the hell is he supposed to feel? Millions fucking Knives wants to have sex with him—how the hell did he get here?

"Y-yeah. Not goin' anywhere, boss. Ahem."

#thathollowsound #trimax verse;; sorry for what i said i didn't mean to get so emotional #suggestive;;

[millionsnife]

"... It's boring," he grumbles after a moment, shuffling his feet. "It's hard to focus when it's not interesting. Or if I'm reading for a long time." He liked reading, but something about the topic–it was hard to read the basics for longer than a half hour at a time.

He squints up through his hair, frowning. "My sisters keep asking questions too, they think it's all silly."

“That depends entirely on the level of effort you’re putting in on learning the basics.” Merlin had been teaching him through lessons, but he’d been stubborn about it, and if it weren’t for the fact he was a determined teacher; Knives would’ve been labeled a lost cause. Not anyone could say they learned under Merlin and excelled, because he certainly failed plenty of students when they got too cocky, or he could tell they weren’t taking it seriously. The magus had seen far too many accidents, or lack of care towards others in people to start limiting his acceptance of students.

Hm.

Merlin reached out and ruffled Knives’ hair, “Where exactly are you struggling? If its the studying aspect, perhaps we should take a more hands on approach. If its the application; perhaps finding this planet’s leylines might be able to jump-start some of your struggling.”

#merlin summoned verse;; i could see a color that no one else could see #avaloniamagus

[millionsnife]

"I'm not being vague!" He scowls harder, crossing his arms. "Humans don't have the words for it." It's not his fault that humans lacked the words for something so basic. Besides, he's certain that a familiar that's an extension of himself will understand easily enough. If it's a part of him (them) then it shouldn't need words should it?

He had been studying though, mostly. Some of it was kind of boring, and it was easy to get distracted if he didn't focus hard enough. Which Knives doesn't think is his fault either. Magic should be more interesting. How could basics of magic be so boring?

"How much studying do I have to do to make a familiar?"

Merlin sighed, summoning his staff and gently bonking the young man with it.

“You need to stop being vague.” Was the first thing the magus said, bringing his staff up and resting it ‘gainst his shoulder. The humans didn’t look at them oddly anymore in this ‘Julai’, having gotten used to him being about; but Merlin still exercised caution. “Secondly, what you’re asking for isn’t something you can do at a flick of your wrist. It’s going to take time and dedication to your studies for you to even begin the fundamentals of magic; let alone summoning a familiar.”

Cath palug hopped from Knives’ hands to his shoulder, then onto Merlin’s shoulder; giving a reprimanding chirp alongside the magus’ words. “Thirdly, you have no direction. Have you been studying the books I gave you?”

#merlin summoned verse;; i could see a color that no one else could see #avaloniamagus

[millionsnife]

.

#my cat is now home where she belongs!! also v stressed out #i'm a bad cat parent and accidentally left her stress meds at home when dropping her for boarding and didn't realize until i was already go #e so they had to deal with that #she apparently spent the week and a half stress shitting every time she got medicated tho #and they didn't clean her up so her entire ass and her legs has caked on shit in her fur #which lmao means later i have to bathe her and that's going to be an. ordeal and a half on it's own #i'm going to need so many bandaids

[millionsnife]

He gives Merlin an odd look. "I told you I'm going to rescue my sisters and my brother, of course there's more like me." Maybe the man had just not been paying attention. Knives huffs as he tries to think of a way to fit the concept into words to answer the original question.

"My dragon will be mine, that's what I'm going to use it for." An extension of himself, someone who understands without needing to be told in this clunky human language that can't convey anything properly. One that would understand how to slip in and out of being many minds at once. He tries to pack all of that into the words, but he doesn't know if he succeeds. "It'll be like me."

It didn’t seem that he quite understood what Merlin was trying to tell him. Going in one ear and out the other, and the magus seriously contemplated on bonking the young man with his staff – just to knock some sense into him. Whatever.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, after stewing on what Knives said. They’ll be mine? Who would? “Are there… more of your kind in this world?” Actually, now he wondered how Knives even managed to summon him. Were there other – potentially, Servants here? Unlikely, but now that the thought had taken root, the magus had to prevent the grimace from being seen.

Stars alive, this could get complicated.

#merlin summoned verse;; i could see a color that no one else could see #avaloniamagus

[millionsnife]

"Did you not even notice?" He's been starting to wonder–but no, of course Midvalley was that dense. He and Wolfwood really were too similar, how annoying. Well, at least he gets it now. Maybe now he'll start responding properly in ways Knives can interpret.

Probably not.

His fingers flex under Midvalley's even as he takes the gesture for permission to crowd him against the bar and set his free hand in the man's hair. Curls his fingers in it and pulls, the way he's been thinking about for weeks, until he tilts back against his hand.

"Long as you understand where I stand on sharing."

"Pft, Plant courting rituals, huh? Don't Plants all consider other Plants their siblings?" He hesitates slightly before cementing Knives's hand's place on his hip, holding it there. "Besides, I, uh, think we skipped the whole... courting part. Wait—"

All the gifts. The things Knives had done for him. The food. "Oh my God. You've been courting me this whole time, haven't you?"

Suddenly a lot of things make sense.

Even with his heart caught in his throat, he shrugs, "Yeah you can bite," he responds without thinking, "And I'm not exactly lookin' to be shared. I barely even considered... this... an option, pretty much anyone else is off the table."

#thathollowsound #trimax verse;; sorry for what i said i didn't mean to get so emotional #suggestive;;

[millionsnife]

"Sure." He twists a hand in a dismissive gesture. "I just pick up odd ones here and there. Tame worms, now I guess." Hardly taming but let the humans think what they will. He sucks honey off his thumb absently, contemplating the breakfast options. Not that he'll eat any.

"The fuck does salmon taste like?" he wonders aloud after a few more minutes of silence staring at jars, though he acknowledges Midvalley's decision with a tilt of the head. "That's a fish right?"

Midvalley sits down at the table, staring down at the tea in front of him. Just one part honey is good enough he decides, so he takes a spoon and stirs it in. "I think I'm gonna check the town out. I'll see what kinds of people we got here. Guess I'll need a job too, huh."

It feels strange, settling down. Even if it's not permanent, it's extended enough where it feels real. He's still not sure if he's used to calling the man who nearly ended the world his roommate, but they're amicable enough. Maybe it can work out.

#trimax verse;; sorry for what i said i didn't mean to get so emotional #thathollowsound #no one tell mv it's zazie honey

[millionsnife]

"Human courting rituals are stupid," he grumbles, vague annoyance tinging his tone before it falls away again. "Plants are superior at it." Like he has any idea what a plant's courting rituals even are. Like he isn't just making it up as he goes along.

"Do you want me to bite you?" He doesn't sound hopeful at all and any claim otherwise would be denied. His hand shifts, fingers dipping below for an instant before he curls them against Midvalley's waist instead.

Thinks about crowding his space.

"Should remind you I don't share well either."

Midvalley flinches slightly at the touch, but doesn't reject it outright. He does, however, look at his hand, then back to Knives. Normally he's fine with his partners biting him but—

This is Knives.

Seriously?

"Wait—so all of the... when you..." he shakes his head, then cocks it, "You were interested in me? Like that? This whole time?" He does have to admit, the new Knives is fascinating himself. They do work well together, as weird as it is to think. That's what Wolfwood and Vash meant when they said 'Good luck'? How many other people knew?!

#trimax verse;; sorry for what i said i didn't mean to get so emotional #thathollowsound #suggestive;;

[millionsnife]

"Oh, it'll be that too don't worry." There's just a hint of fang before he leans in, setting a possessive hand on his waist briefly. "I promise not to bite unless you ask."

This time, at least.

⩥ @millionsnife || haha unless...?

"It almost sounds like you're being serious," Midvalley remarks nervously. That's... not what he expected to hear from Knives after one of his own typical snide remarks. It's as if he'd said 'Fuck you,' and Knives responded 'Okay.'

"And I'm not a coward, obviously, I..." he opens and closes his mouth, unsure exactly what to say, "Interesting? What do you mean by that? What happened to 'messy'?"

#thathollowsound #trimax verse;; sorry for what i said i didn't mean to get so emotional

[millionsnife]

have you been keeping an eye on me? (for !widow, max.... whatever you're feeling really)

"That's what he wanted."

He still thinks this was a mistake; that Vash should have asked one of his friends to care for the woman and plant child in his stead but it's Knives he chose so he has to live with it now.

"You've been upset again," Knives adds after a moment. "Did you visit the tree again?"

#halcyon--mind #widow mona verse;; though I call out to reach you failing time and again; my heart is all I have to give you

[millionsnife]

Knives bites back a smirk, amused. The kettle whistles as he pulls it off the stove, pouring water until the mugs before adding a healthy dollop of honey to each mug. A second then third dollop goes into his own mug, before he dumps the water and tea bags into them.

"Are you playing housewife again today and doing more cleaning or do you intend to wander the town?" He does intend to get more done in regards to... peopleing? Whatever. But maybe not today. Today feels like a cleaning day for him.

(He's feeling a little fragile, and the idea of interacting with humanity exhausts him even before he's actually tried interacting.)

He rises from the pillow with a palm to his forehead, listening to Knives chatter away. Seriously, the man doesn't need to sleep, and he always has energy. Must be nice.

Although, dreaming is nice too. Maybe sleep isn't so bad. Something to think about.

"Yes?" Midvalley responds to 'honey' as if he were called. Realizing his inflection, he corrects himself.

"Er—yes. Honey sounds good," he gets up and off of the bed, running his fingers through his bangs. He'll need a shower today, especially after all that cleaning yesterday. He should've showered last night, but by the time he was ready to sleep, he was ready to collapse.

#thathollowsound #trimax verse;; sorry for what i said i didn't mean to get so emotional

[millionsnife]

hello i have returned from vacation

#ooc; snife knife

[millionsnife]

"is that your way of asking me to bed?"

@thathollowsound - he's joking but...

"Do you want it to be?" Knives tilts his head the way he tends to when he's interested in the conversation, eyes flicking to Midvalley and then away in a not quite invitation.

If he wants it.

"I'm sure it'd be interesting." What that means is left to interpretation as he shifts to his feet and nudges the bar stool back under the counter. "If you're not a coward."

#thathollowsound #trimax verse;; sorry for what i said i didn't mean to get so emotional