04-13-2021, 01:37 PM
Danny would certainly be lying if he said that he wasn't worried sick when the time came for the entrance ritual. Admittedly, there was no volcanoes involved, and it was one isolated location rather than the entire stretch of territory. Still though, unlike the division ceremony, if something happened that wasn't supposed to, it was where he couldn't follow, unless he tried braving the sea itself, which was a terrible idea with or without the injuries. He had no problem with risking his health if it meant helping someone out, helping Vayne out, but he was pretty well aware that doing something that particularly stupid would have upset her if there was no actual need. Besides, this was a perfectly normal tradition, several others completing it before either of them were even born, and the Typhoon itself hadn't collapsed under several fatalities. It was fine, everything was fine. So he told himself when he watched the girl leave the Tavern, taking a brief swim in the ocean to work out his aching muscles from laying around with a lower possibility of fucking up his wounds. There was a concerned frown on his face but no more than that when she eventually left towards Haven Island. Haven his ass.
Sleeping would have been preferable to what he actually did, alternating between the Tavern and the beach, and getting several drinks throughout the night to keep himself awake, nothing alcoholic mind you. He was never totally alone, the group of night owls that were quietly shuffling about the bar kept him distant company, though he wasn't a huge fan of any background discussions about how the ceremony was possibly going. Neither direction the buzzing went pleased Danny, any questions about what Vayne's greatest internal desires were none of anyone's business, and of course the gossip about bad hallucinations pissed him off, a crankiness that was both foreign to him and unusual to everyone else. He would have liked to say it was just because he was tired from staying up, but he was often tired, and he knew that wasn't it. He'd never be confrontational, somewhere beneath his agitation he knew it was just normal curiosity about an important ceremony. But still.
So he left, again, to wander out by the shore and cast glances at the distant island while battling the anxiety wrestling with his sense of logical thought. The beach was a lot colder at night, he noticed, the tide rising until it splashed over his paws where it normally would not have during the day. Again, he could have slept. He could have slept and by morning it would almost be as if he time skipped all the way through the anxiety inducing hours of waiting, but that was exactly why he couldn't. He couldn't have slept even if he tried. A long, exhausted sigh left the wolf, once more trying to convince himself that it was fine. Lord knows if he even had the slightest idea what was actually rolling through that fog he would have had a grief stricken heart attack, at least for the part that he was still shouldering the blame for. After all, would that have been the nightmarish half of the hallucinations if she hadn't witnessed firsthand his near murder? What was worse, seeing something new or replaying a tragic event? Questions he couldn't answer. Granted, that wasn't even the worst, learning of Aphra hunting down her daughter on the island would have made him livid. Feral levels of lividity.
"I hope you're still alright out there." Danny thought to himself, only not saying his thoughts out loud in the mere chance she might have been able to read his thoughts even from here. He caught on pretty quickly to her newfound ability, almost as quick as her learning how to use it, a blessing and a curse. On one hand, thank the gods, he didn't have to say as much, but one misstep and thoughts he might not want her to have access to could be read. No bueno. A little awoo passed his jaws, not a full howl but a sound he couldn't bring himself to contain. Perhaps out of worry.
The hours passed by miserably, watching the sun rise gradually and the stars go away while anxious was like watching paint dry. Others woke up and passed him by, and he was zoning out several times by the time the sun was out. Eyes closing and threatening to stay closed, falling asleep standing or sitting up, which would have resulted in him going face first into sand, which was...less than ideal. But the closer the time got to the moment Vayne was coming back, the less he could afford falling asleep and missing her return. Danny was so exhausted from his all-nighter that he thought he felt a distant sense of nausea, muscles burning. He was gonna tell her congratulations, make sure she wasn't shaken up or anything, then go back to the Tavern and sleep for the next few hours. At least when he caught word of her return he had a little extra energy to even make it over.
"Thank the gods, you're alright-" Danny stopped, blinking at the minor sustained injuries, still bleeding a little. Must have been fresh then, he assumed, but why? It wasn't...terrible, but it also didn't look like anything she might have perhaps obtained while walking around the foliage, maybe. "Vayne? What happened? Are you...you okay?" He asked anxiously, motioning to his own face with a paw hoping she got the idea. She was probably just as tired as he was, but he couldn't help it, he really couldn't, even with the guilt gnawing at his gut.
Sleeping would have been preferable to what he actually did, alternating between the Tavern and the beach, and getting several drinks throughout the night to keep himself awake, nothing alcoholic mind you. He was never totally alone, the group of night owls that were quietly shuffling about the bar kept him distant company, though he wasn't a huge fan of any background discussions about how the ceremony was possibly going. Neither direction the buzzing went pleased Danny, any questions about what Vayne's greatest internal desires were none of anyone's business, and of course the gossip about bad hallucinations pissed him off, a crankiness that was both foreign to him and unusual to everyone else. He would have liked to say it was just because he was tired from staying up, but he was often tired, and he knew that wasn't it. He'd never be confrontational, somewhere beneath his agitation he knew it was just normal curiosity about an important ceremony. But still.
So he left, again, to wander out by the shore and cast glances at the distant island while battling the anxiety wrestling with his sense of logical thought. The beach was a lot colder at night, he noticed, the tide rising until it splashed over his paws where it normally would not have during the day. Again, he could have slept. He could have slept and by morning it would almost be as if he time skipped all the way through the anxiety inducing hours of waiting, but that was exactly why he couldn't. He couldn't have slept even if he tried. A long, exhausted sigh left the wolf, once more trying to convince himself that it was fine. Lord knows if he even had the slightest idea what was actually rolling through that fog he would have had a grief stricken heart attack, at least for the part that he was still shouldering the blame for. After all, would that have been the nightmarish half of the hallucinations if she hadn't witnessed firsthand his near murder? What was worse, seeing something new or replaying a tragic event? Questions he couldn't answer. Granted, that wasn't even the worst, learning of Aphra hunting down her daughter on the island would have made him livid. Feral levels of lividity.
"I hope you're still alright out there." Danny thought to himself, only not saying his thoughts out loud in the mere chance she might have been able to read his thoughts even from here. He caught on pretty quickly to her newfound ability, almost as quick as her learning how to use it, a blessing and a curse. On one hand, thank the gods, he didn't have to say as much, but one misstep and thoughts he might not want her to have access to could be read. No bueno. A little awoo passed his jaws, not a full howl but a sound he couldn't bring himself to contain. Perhaps out of worry.
The hours passed by miserably, watching the sun rise gradually and the stars go away while anxious was like watching paint dry. Others woke up and passed him by, and he was zoning out several times by the time the sun was out. Eyes closing and threatening to stay closed, falling asleep standing or sitting up, which would have resulted in him going face first into sand, which was...less than ideal. But the closer the time got to the moment Vayne was coming back, the less he could afford falling asleep and missing her return. Danny was so exhausted from his all-nighter that he thought he felt a distant sense of nausea, muscles burning. He was gonna tell her congratulations, make sure she wasn't shaken up or anything, then go back to the Tavern and sleep for the next few hours. At least when he caught word of her return he had a little extra energy to even make it over.
"Thank the gods, you're alright-" Danny stopped, blinking at the minor sustained injuries, still bleeding a little. Must have been fresh then, he assumed, but why? It wasn't...terrible, but it also didn't look like anything she might have perhaps obtained while walking around the foliage, maybe. "Vayne? What happened? Are you...you okay?" He asked anxiously, motioning to his own face with a paw hoping she got the idea. She was probably just as tired as he was, but he couldn't help it, he really couldn't, even with the guilt gnawing at his gut.
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｢ just saw god outside the liquor store ｣
he told me i was lost
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