blood sweat tear

[imeanforever]

He's moving her to a different court to see if it'll improve her attitude. She's allowed to fly. It's been a long, long time since she was allowed to -

She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.

---

with Miles (kappa)

with Minus (kappa)

Comments

[imeanforever]

"Well, you've gone and made me nervous, so consider my original phrasing replaced by the more recent."

[eversomuchfun]

Snort.

[imeanforever]

"There's just the one bed, isn't there. Will there be some sort of horrible danger if I just go sleep in a tree outside instead of on the floor?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Oh, many sorts of horrible danger. Individual risks are fairly low, but they loom in aggregate; this is the sort of town where any random passerby might think you a fine target for their particular hazard, whether that leads to you being eaten, kidnapped, dissected, set on fire, pelted with rocks, sacrificed to dark gods, something entirely different, or any combination of the above."

[imeanforever]

"If somebody tries to eat me they won't get very far, but I suppose if you don't object I'll sleep indoors."

[eversomuchfun]

"They won't?"

[imeanforever]

"Vassals can't harm their masters."

[eversomuchfun]

"If I were you, I wouldn't rely on that holding for any given variety of demon until you actually see it demonstrated," he says.

[imeanforever]

"I suppose that makes sense."

[eversomuchfun]

"Anyway, you can sleep in my crypt or you can take your chances outside, whichever you prefer. And if you prefer bed to floor, feel free."

[imeanforever]

"You don't prefer bed to floor? It's your crypt."

[eversomuchfun]

"It's my crypt, but you're my guest. If you continue being my guest I suppose I might have to get a better-furnished crypt."

[imeanforever]

Promise looks at the bed, then says, "Thank you," and flutters into it and flomps.

She has learned to fall asleep quick when she has the chance.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock does not disturb her sleep. Nor is she interrupted by hungry demons of any kind.

[imeanforever]

Then she will sleep for ten and a half hours.

[eversomuchfun]

And at the end of ten and a half hours, Sherlock will be sitting on the floor, quietly drinking tea.

[imeanforever]

She yawns groggily awake, mumbling to herself.

[eversomuchfun]

"Good morning. Well, technically it's late afternoon."

[imeanforever]

"I started in a forest where it was almost always late afternoon," remarks Promise. "How much would you mind having a gate to Fairyland inside your crypt? I've already mapped the room and should be able to make one, and if I aim it inside my tree that should be safe even if the outside of the place is being staked out. I could get a branch and plant it here and stop crowding you."

[eversomuchfun]

"Oh, go right ahead," he says.

[imeanforever]

"It might take any amount of time to settle. Days possibly," she mentions. "Where should I make it so that if it settles while I'm not paying attention you won't stumble into it? I don't actually know if you can get into my tree that way but it's not impossible."

[eversomuchfun]

"Can it be put anywhere? Why not there?" he asks, pointing to the wall at the head of the bed. "I don't make a habit of climbing onto my bed and walking directly into the wall."

[imeanforever]

"That's fine," says Promise, and she consults her map for a few minutes before finally saying, "There. Not an instant settle though."

[eversomuchfun]

"Oh well."

[imeanforever]

"Oh well. Can I have breakfast?"