ᴀʟᴛᴜs, ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴍᴀɢɪsᴛᴇʀ (tevene) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-11-25 08:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, god of war: atreus, ₴ inactive: dorian pavus |
WHO: Atreus and Dorian (special guest appearance by Ratatoskr)
WHAT: Atreus makes his boyfriend Do a Battle at Ass O'Clock
WHERE: The Forest
WHEN: This morning, the 25th
WARNINGS: Floating eyeballs and a creepy Revenant thing, schmoop, a cursing spectral squirrel
STATUS: Complete
Atreus had pulled Dorian out of bed early that morning - earlier than usual for his lover, with the sun just lightly making it’s appearance on the horizon. It was still quiet in Skyhold, and Atreus had made murmured promises to make it up to him later. And he would do just that, but after they investigated the rumors whispered around the tavern the night before, where Atreus had heard stories of a monster that struck a familiar chord with the demi-god. If it was what he was thinking of, it wasn’t required that they go out before the sun was up, but Atreus had a difficult enough time sleeping the night before with restless thoughts running through his brain. So murmured promises to go with the early morning awakening, and the extra promise of adventure, he was outfitted with more armor and weaponry than usual here in Vallo. Blackwall was left at home - their dog was loving but not much of a hunter - and Lore told to scout ahead of them. The wolf had run ahead without complaint, and Atreus gave Dorian a fond and apologetic look. “If it’s a Summoner Revenant, they usually keep near caves and other dark parts of the forest, but if it’s just Nightmares, they could be anywhere on their own.” Maker’s cock, what time was it? Too unfathomably early, that was for certain. Dorian didn’t even get to take a leisurely morning bath, perfumed with silky oils (the modern ‘twist’ to this was that he’d lie in the tub scrolling through the network posts on his mobile device), or prepare a cup of tea to sip on while reading a book with crinkled onion skin pages. He was usually teaching much later, or heading to the shop of enchanted doodads much later, so this was just - unheard of. The sunrise was lovely, the way it spread gold in every direction and splashed a myriad of other warm colors against the clouds - but he wouldn’t have complained to miss it. Early riser he was not, however, this was apparently important to Atreus so he tried to be supportive. Besides, there was something exciting about battling beside your beloved. Thus, he slapped on his light armor, easy to move in, and slung his Earnest Reprisal staff across his back. Now they were traipsing around the forest and ready for action. Mostly. Dorian’s timberwolf gray eyes were a little bleary, but he’d be alright. “And they’re just pesky, you say?” he wanted to know. “Nothing too...intense?” Or would they be battling the equivalent of a high dragon? Breakfast, that leisurely morning bath, maybe a massage. Atreus would offer it all later, with a grin on his face. Traveling around back home was a lot more difficult than it was in Vallo, and involved a much higher amount of combat, but it wasn’t a complaint that things were a little easier here. He liked that about this place. Plus there was less snow. That was nice too. “Very pesky, father hates fighting them.” Atreus confirmed with a grin. He had his bow in hand and quiver stocked with arrows and was ready, just in case. He moved forward, boots picking up little droplets of dampened earth as he stepped across mossy ground. “I’ve fought hundreds of them at this point, they’re all over Midgard and usually on whatever path I’m on just to annoy me. You’d think they would have learned their lesson by now?” “Creatures such as that usually do not. I doubt they’re capable of such things,” Dorian said, and he was incredibly familiar with the pesky sorts - demons came to mind, and his sleep was often fitful because of their attraction to his necromantic prowess. Mages often had trouble sleeping anyway but the last thing he wanted was to let his guard down and suddenly be possessed, upon traveling into the Fade to dream. Luckily that wasn’t so much an issue here because the Fade was so small - he slept soundly for once. It was quite amazing. Well, slept soundly until he was awakened to do battle. More pesky sorts that came to mind were Deepstalkers - they actually looked somewhat similar to a smaller dinosaur, lizard-like creatures that they were, but their faces were pure nightmare fuel. He had a feeling monsters from Atreus’ world wouldn’t be any prettier. He followed though, fingers itching to grasp his staff - which he hadn’t really gotten to use much, but it was mainly a staff best for cold magic, the more frigid spells. If nothing else, the scenery was pleasant - mighty oaks, some green with moss, their roots thick and old. As the sun rose higher, it was intriguing to see light streaking through the boughs in brilliant beams. “But I’m sure you flinging arrows at them is incredibly attractive,” he noted. They’d make such an aesthetically appealing monster-slaying couple, would they not? Atreus flashed Dorian an attractive grin, all teeth and seduction. If he wasn’t trying to be on high alert right now, he would’ve cornered Dorian up against a tree or a rock and invaded his space. Later, though. He heard something now, not too far away but was unable to pinpoint it directly. It had him distracted, even while he talked. If it was luring the Nightmare to them, even better, since Atreus wasn’t in the mood to play stealth games. “I think I do okay,” he confirmed, modestly, and lifted his eyebrows in the direction of Dorian’s impressive staff. “Not as well as you do, though-- Heads up!” There it was,a giant eyeball’ed monster that swooped in from the sky behind Dorian, in an obnoxious but familiar fashion. Atreus had an arrow notched before he even finished talking, but he didn’t risk taking a shot until it moved out of Dorian’s range. They were too unpredictable, too fast and he knew that some kind of poison or fire could be spewed at them in a flash. To his arrow, he muttered, “ þruma”, and to Dorian, he shouted, “Don’t let it barf on you!” Don’t let it what now? Well. Dorian didn’t have too much time to consider it, but it seemed like good advice regardless. This whole scene reminded him a bit of when the Inquisition was ambushed by Maker knew what, wandering in unsavory locales on some mission or another, and he tried not to panic then either. He simply drew forth his mighty staff (a situation rife for dick jokes, certainly, and the glint in his eye as he surveyed Atreus likely spoke volumes) and to arms then - those flying eyeballs (honestly, what?) were incredibly fast, and he wasn’t going to give them a chance to upchuck on him. One of the best parts of using a staff to channel magic was the twirling, so with a bit of showmanship because Dorian was nothing if not flashy, he unleashed frigid blast after frigid blast - what came (alright, stop that dirty line of thinking) out of the staff was ice, chunks of clear glass, cold, so cold; the eye monsters became ice sculptures, frozen in their tracks - one was actually vomiting dark matter of the abyss or whatever it regurgitated and that was frozen too, pretty icicles dangling in mid-air. He swung the staff a second later and shattered one, where it then became powdery bits. “There are more, aren’t there?” he asked rhetorically, giving another cautionary twirl with the staff and backing up a bit, glancing to and fro to see if there were any more pockets he ought to think about freezing or blasting with lightning. “Probably!” Atreus was more amused than anything, a laugh on his lips as he watched with enthusiasm as Dorian took out the Nightmare. He’d seen a number of people be impressive in combat but this was-- different. Enjoyable to watch, as Atreus could let his eyes wander over Dorian’s long lines and flourishing movements, not too worried about his boyfriend getting hurt even as he watched the Nightmare explode into an array of ice and snow. As if on cue, another appeared from the trees and spit poison in their direction. Atreus lept, avoiding it and landing on a rock to Dorian’s left, his bow releasing the lightning arrow from it’s notch with shocking accuracy and speed. The arrow hit true, sending sparks into the floating eyeball and incapacitating it. The poison that was left behind pooled where Atreus had previously stood, smoking and hissing into the damp ground as it had no flesh to eat away at. “I mentioned they’re really annoying, right? Usually there’s only a few of them at once but-- Keep an eye open. Sometimes they come from being summoned by Revenants.” “Revenants,” Dorian repeated. “Got it.” Probably. He too was a little twitterpated over Atreus’ display with the arrows - he really did look good holding a bow, with all those taut and rippling muscles - but he tried not to let it distract him. Too much. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a couple more Nightmare monsters, perhaps ones attached to an even stronger foe? The Revenant, as mentioned? “I’ve got the one on the left,” he promised and called upon a storm spell to prevent the thing from getting too close. A lightning spell, chains of lightning, cutting zig-zags into the sky and striking the eyeball mess before streaking to the earth. He smelled something sizzling now, and it didn’t smell good. “Nice,” Atreus didn’t bother keeping the appreciation out of his voice, he was impressed and would’ve been looking at Dorian with hearts in his eyes if he had the time to take his gaze off of the monsters in question. It was a good thing, too, because a half-second later, the Revenant teleported to the side, and Atreus was nocking another arrow in his bow. “Ljósta,” He whispered to it, and the tip lit up with a beam of light before it was released to embed painfully into the Revenant, and light flashed around the monster, causing the Nightmares around it to scream-- oh yes, they screamed, and it was an aggressively high-pitched noise coming from a flying eyeball, which made it even more cringe-worthy than a normal high-pitched scream. Another arrow, this one alight with lightning as þruma was whispered, drawn and waiting for the light stun to wear off or for Dorian to make them explode, whichever came first was fine with him. Atreus dropped down from the rock and held the bow firm as he walked a little closer to Dorian. “You good?” He went for the chain lightning again, because teamwork, and it seemed to be the most effective thing and dealing with a bunch of Nightmares surrounding one Revenant target - the chain flashed, pushing its sizzling hot inverted limbs down. The spell struck one Nightmare, one eyeball, but then cracked off to strike the others in the vicinity, monsters wrapped up in lightning chains. This was all while Dorian was ducking and dodging frantically-tossed projectiles, ones that would probably burn if they came into contact with skin. He was glad he was still spry, and it must have been all the practice he got in awful Thedosian wastelands. Regardless, he was certainly being kept on his toes now. “Good,” he confirmed, slinging the staff across his back once more, meeting Atreus halfway. “What an annoyance, however. You suppose the waypoints just brought them through?” “That’s my guess. Like the dinosaurs, and the skeletons that came before. Maybe the killer bunnies too- I just hope nothing else follows, these guys are easier to take care of than other things from my world.” Atreus didn’t put away his bow fully, he just let it drop to his side as he brought out the knife from his thigh. There wasn’t anything else he could see, besides Dorian in all his battlefield glory, but while they had a second, he leaned down to stab the earth. “Ratatoskr!” He didn’t get immediate confirmation, but knew the summons worked as he felt the earth below his feet rumble a little as the squirrel moved around. So he stood again, and aimed a badly-timed seductive grin at his boyfriend. “You look good like that. I know I saw it before, with the dinosaurs, but--” There was a low whistle of appreciation that cut off abruptly as the earth below their feet rumbled again, and suddenly a spectral squirrel was burrowing it’s way out. “You called me for this, fuck nuggets??” Ratatoskr sounded immensely put out by the whole situation, but launched a few healing runes at the pair of them before skittering around in annoyed fashion. “You suck.” Oh, good, the fucking squirrel. Dorian let out a sigh, a whoosh of an exhale, though healing runes were vastly appreciated - he wasn’t hurt particularly badly, but even just having them made him feel more energized now, a bit sharper and more focused. Just in case anything else emerged from the shadows. Something besides a spectral critter. “Such language,” he clucked his tongue, stepping closer to Atreus - he couldn’t exactly sweep his manpanion up into his arms at this exact moment, but he did lean in and plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, something affectionate and feather-light. “You look good yourself, my darling. Are we going to spend the rest of the day patrolling the forest?” Hopefully there would be a break for sustenance and to wash off dirt and sweat and any exploded monster gore that may paint their faces. Ugh. But he was alright with helping to handle the situation - the last thing he wanted was for these things to hurt anyone (sssh, don’t tell, he was a softie at heart). The spectral critter chittered back at Dorian and loudly yelled (as loud as spectral squirrels could yell, anyway), “Goodbye losers!” before burrowing back into the ground. Atreus was laughing though, forever torn between scolding his furry friend and being amused by him. Ratatoskr was gone before he could say anything else, but Atreus held the healing runes in his hand just in case. It didn’t stop him from leaning in and stealing his own kiss, brief but this one was planted directly on Dorian’s lips. “At least a little of it? I’ll have to send Sara a message and make sure everyone’s aware. I’ve actually got a written bestiary of these guys in my journal, but it’s back at home…” He trailed off, already distracted from the kissing (which was difficult to do, as the kissing was excellent but Atreus had a less than stellar attention span.) “I wonder if I can get a copy of it onto the networks for people. Or just write it out.” Attention back on Dorian, he leaned in for another kiss, quicker than the first and but less distracted, “Let’s do a little more patrolling and head that way. But your bath and reward might have to wait a little while?” “Why do you taunt me so,” Dorian sounded positively fatigued, as if he needed the fainting couch right this very moment. He’d be alright, however, he was mostly all drama and sass anyway - but when it counted he could deliver results, damnit. “Alright, then - “ He was glad he got at least three kisses out of the deal, so he’d tuck those into his back pocket and cherish them until they could be clean once again. It seemed so far off into the future. “I’m certain a description will suffice for the network - not like we see many floating eyeballs in our midst anyway,” he flashed a cheeky grin. “Let’s go then, amatus, I’m with you until you run out of arrows.” Even after that too, of course. That was simply the way things were. |