Winter Whispers at Treasured

[Smudge]

Smudge watch as Dominyk Prise falls to his knees but waits for the right time before moving. He doesn't really listen to what Thomas says, mainly because he kept glancing to the Fairest that had just been royally fucked. He didn't even know him but Smudge still felt the urge to help him.

No-one should be on their knees. No-one.

When the Queen informed everyne to continue their discussions, Smudge knelt down beside Dominyk, his voice a low grumble. "C'mon, man, up yeh get," he said, gripping the Fairest's upper arm, trying to help him back to his feet.

[Dominyk Prise]

It was cold, numbing even. He could feel the detachment beginning, just like it had been before.

It’s...it’s...

Yes, it is, again.

He looked up at the queen then, a flurry of emotions coming to rest in his blue-crystal eyes. No tear graced his eyes, though the chill of emptiness still had it’s hand on him. He looked up and noticed the smog named Smudge holding his upper arm. Helping him to his feet.

His body moved with the man, but he felt distant, like a gorge had been opened between him and what he needed. There was the slightest tilt of bitterness in his posture (although his face remained neutral) as the Fairest rose to his height. “Thank you, Sir.” His voice was hard, almost choked and he noticed that the scent that normally followed him had lost most of it’s chocolate tint.

[Irea Dimelo]

Rea watched as Smudge did what any of them should have done, but none other dared to do. She drank a bit more spiked lemonade, hoping the vodka would help steady her, and considered getting Dominyk a fresh glass so he could calm himself. The feeling of Autumn was too strong in her veins, however, but when she caught sight of L'aire's violet gaze, something else began to stir, and the memory of subtly defying the Autumn king with Rook and Leo by her side sprang into mind. She needed to find the same strength now, she needed to do more than just believe Winter was a place to help shelter them, she needed to act as if this were so.

The Darkling held up a finger, mouthing un minuto to L'aire before setting down her glass and moving next to the Queen to pour a second glass. Then Rea carefully approached Dominyk and offered it to him, leaving it next to him even if he didn't accept it. She then moved back and turned to face her fellow lost.

"If any wish to get to know the city better, please allow us to trade contact information so I can set up a tour of a sort. I promise that it will help you get better acquainted with the city. And there will be cake."

[Key]

He accepted the glass of lemonade and nodded solemnly at the white-skinned woman. Perhaps it was a better idea...

But the near silence was deafening, being at the center of attention was one thing. but being at the center of pity attention when it wasn’t necessary or wanted. He had lost emotions, but he was a Winter, he could handle that.

Although, if he had manage to retain the ability to be happy at this point, he would have been. Winter’s banding together was better than them sliding off to their own respective holes and trying to ignore the light of day or the presence of each other.

Yes, they were the hiders of the seasons. But even those who hide need to know where other safe places are, if they didn’t they’d all be sitting ducks when they returned.

[Degnar]

Throughout the whole ordeal, Degnar just watched with a neutral expression as he sipped on his lemonade. He felt for his friend, as he witnessed Queen Byeli bind Smudge into a pledge. However, he understood why she had done such a thing. The Icelaw is what kept them safe after all, and each Lost present needed to understand that; one way or the other.

His expression remained the same as Katrin spoke to Dominyk, causing him to fall to his knees somehow. Perhaps it was shame that had made him react in such a way, perhaps it was something else. Either way, the Darkling wasn't particularly concerned with what he had just witnessed, or if he was, his facial expression didn't clue anyone into what he was feeling at that moment.

Instead, he just walked up to the table to get a refill of lemonade. He wanted to talk to Smudge, but seeing that the Ogre was occupied at the moment, he turned to the Wizened ( Magnus Wight ) who had provided them with the booze instead. "You brought the vodka," says the Tunnelgrub in a matter-of-fact voice. "Thank you."

[Smudge]

"I ain't no sir," Smudge muttered as he finally let go of Dom's arm, giving a grudging nod. Heading over to the table, the Ogre poured himself a drink before moving a step or two closer to Katrin, taking a large gulp.

"Me Queen, is there anymore business tonigh'?" he asked, looking around to those gathered.

[Swift]

Magnus turns his impassive gaze from the spectacle at the center of the room to Degnar . He nods at the darkling's gratitude. "You're welcome." His voice is it's usual, gruff sound, not betraying how he might feel about what has happened.