This is a fill for this ask game for my friend @painful-pooch!!
right as rain: [character] says they’re fine right before collapsing.
TWs: Fainting, accidental disordered eating
"Mariano, Bastian! This way!" Up ahead, Laredo waved. The black and white masquerade mask of his chosen character peeked out from under the tousled black wig he wore. "Thought we lost you in that crowd. The panel's in five minutes--eleven sharp."
Mariano had no idea how Laredo wasn't dying in the long black coat that Joker wore. He was already warm in the black SEES jacket his own costume needed, but at least he had short sleeves underneath it. His blue wig was the warmest part, really, but it was worth it to see how Laredo lit up further as he and Bastian rode the escalator up to the next floor of the hotel.
"What's this one for, again?" Mariano asked as Laredo grinned at him.
"It's about mock fights for LARPing." Laredo said, leading the way. "And after that is the Call of Duty tournament." He added, glancing at the schedule on his phone.
"Which you gotta go win." Bastian chimed in. "That won't even last two hours, right?"
"Probably two and a half, but there's that new movie screening afterwards in the same hall so it'll be chill afterwards." Laredo said, leading them into the panel room and to where the others were already seated.
"Cool, cool."
As Bastian took his seat next to Manuel, the medic with his silver wig and tarot cards, Mariano felt like they were forgetting something.
The panel was interesting, and Laredo did better than they'd expected in the tournament. It was loud, exciting, almost dizzying, Mariano thought as he watched Laredo's character sprint through the maps. He was moving so quickly, and picking off enemies that Mariano couldn't even notice. The crowd liked it too, and towards the end he found himself pulling his costume's headphones on to get some relief.
Thank goodness Bastian had insisted on springing for functional ones with noise cancellation. They didn't ease the headache that had snuck up on Mariano, but they made it less overwhelming. The lights had started to burn, too, but the movie wasn't too far away. Mariano could deal with it.
Laredo came in third, after a close last match. The movie melted into a blur. Something kept nagging at Mariano, even as he leaned into Bastian's shoulder to close his eyes. Somehow, even having to lean around his cape of coffins, Bastian managed to be entirely too comfortable.
Mariano dozed.
"Hey." Bastian said, lips against Mariano's forehead as he spoke. It was bright again, and the crowd's din was back. "C'mon, you still wanna do the photo shoot?"
"Yes, yes." Mariano said, standing and staggering as his vision was overtaken by black spots. "Whoa--" He muttered, leaning into the scaled hands that grabbed his shoulders.
"Are you sure?" Bastian asked, tilting his head. Behind his gleaming silver mask, Mariano knew that he was looking at him skeptically. "You look like you need to sit down."
"Yes, I'm sure, treasure." Mariano said, giving him a smile. "It's not far anyway, and some pictures won't hurt me."
They just had to go upstairs, to the roof. There was a photoshoot for people in Persona costumes. It was part of the reason they'd all dressed up, really, beyond getting to enjoy the benign attention of people getting excited about seeing a whole group.
It was a lively group, with people recognizing the "Jacked Joker" from the tournament and dragging Laredo in to chat. Dimitri and Izan were excitedly approached by the more hardcore fans, who wanted to talk about how they never saw Naoyas or Tatsuyas at these gatherings. People even tugged Bastian away, since Thanatos cosplayers were even rarer.
Manuel glanced at him as the other Makotos started to group up, Bastian having been chosen as the centerpiece for the picture. "Hey, Mariano, you okay? You're looking a little off."
"Yes, I'm fine." Mariano said as he started to join them, pushing off from the fence he'd been leaning up against. The ground tilted dangerously under his feet as he started to walk. "I'm just...just..."
The next thing Mariano knew, people were looming over him and his back was flat on the concrete.
"Hey. You with me yet, idiot?" Bastian asked, one eyebrow raised, and Mariano realized that he'd taken his mask off. "You fainted."
Mariano blinked hard, raising his hands to rub at his eyes. His tongue felt clumsy and heavy. His stomach was turning. Words fell through his fingers as he groaned. At least he had something soft for a pillow.
"Slow down, Bastian, it's okay." Manuel said, coming into focus next. "He wasn't even out for thirty seconds." Soft brown eyes flicked down to meet Mariano's next, and Mariano realized that there was a smooth pinky pressed to his pulse point as Manuel held his face.
"Heyyy." He said, in the voice that told Mariano he may not have been in trouble but that Manuel knew something was wrong. "So what was that?"
"Just...just got dizzy." Mariano said, wincing as he tried to sit up and was promptly pushed back down by two pairs of hands. "I'm--"
"Shh." Dimitri's sharp hiss sounded from behind Bastian, and he leaned over a strong shoulder to glare down at Mariano. "No you are not okay. When did you eat last?"
"...When did any of us eat last?" Izan asked, wonder filling his voice as though he'd only just realized he was feeling hungry.
Laredo started to speak before frowning and closing his mouth. "I think we missed lunch, guys."
Dimitri slapped his hand to his eyes, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Since civilian life has made us so soft, I'll call in a pizza order. Izan, there's a stall downstairs selling candy and soda, you know our favorites, go on, go on, five minutes. Laredo, go tell those other Makotos that ours isn't dead and doesn't need the hospital--I think that tiny one is going to cry soon. I'll be back with dinner." As easily as ever, Dimitri rattled off orders, pointing to Izan and Laredo in turn, before walking off towards the elevator.
"Ah. A con crash." Bastian said, and Mariano realized that Bastian's lap was his pillow as he shook with each laugh. "I almost fainted during my first one. We'll get some food in you." One of his hands came down to rest over Mariano's eyes, slipping his glasses towards his forehead. "Just relax."
It wasn't hard to listen to him as Laredo's voice melded into the worried chatter of the other cosplayers, Izan's footsteps followed Dimitri's, and Manuel's hands shifted to hold his own.
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Re-rere watching LotR yesterday because why not -
I finally found out what was my obession from a few (lel) months (13) ago with Supreme Leader's crown, I was sure I saw her wearing this :
But I was bamboozled, because during that time, I was also re-re-rewatching LotR, and actually, I had in mind Aragorn's crown .
Now, why the fuck did I thought Supreme Leader wore this, I guess my brain fried.
Also, while I know LotR isn't supposed to be realistic depiction of "european life in the middle ages (european because europe is kind of the same from Spain to the British Islands, trust me I have a degree)", and given how "did y'know feudalism was BaD that's why it was dropped" became the topic of the week, I was thinking a bit about the "feudalism" argument from FE16's fandom.
In LotR, Theoden doesn't really like the Gondor, because when tragedy and disasters befell the Rohan, the Gondor was nowhere to be seen, they didn't help the Lords of Rohan, despite being their suzerain lord.
In turn, in the movies, Denethor feels like Theoden and the Rohan betrayed him, when they didn't come for help, as requested.
Of course everything is well that ends well, but I found it interesting that here, we got the very "basic basics" of "feudalism" written : the vassals assists and supports his suzerain lord, but the suzerain has a duty to protect/help the vassal.
Of course, those are broad and general principles, and more over, they only apply to nobles and not to Bob the peasant, which is a shame when peasants represents 90% of the population at that time.
Back to Fodlan, the uwu feudalism argument is often throw at the Kingdom, because kingdom = middle ages (please don't ask about current monarchies) = feudalism = Evyl, I guess.
But think a second about it.
If Faerghus is supposed to be a feudal state, why the fuck wasn't House Charon terminated on spot when Cassandra, the heir, was accused of regicide? Lonato later mounts an attack on GM - targeting, even indirectly, his own crown prince. Again, why the frick House Gaspard is left intact and wasn't dismantled?
Lonato and Cassandra broke their oath to their suzerain lord and tried to kill them (even if it was bonkers for Cassandra).
And talking about House Charon, even if Catherine's name is eventually cleared, I still find it odd that a great House like Charon wouldn't have some grudge or even a beef at the Crown (Uncle Rufus here!) for basically having thrown away their daughter and heir out from the Kingdom for what was mostly baseless accusations.
Oh, well, morale of the story : I should stop watching LotR movies before going to bed lol
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Summer Storm
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The two people at the table looked up at him as he closed the door behind him. Dain sat comfortably on one side, legs crossed at the knee and arms folded over her chest -- though her cool smile softened when she met his eye. “Welcome back, Miryn,” she called, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table and her chin over her laced fingers. “How was the market?”
“I sold out,” he beamed, easing his pack down beside the door with a bright clatter of glassware. Turning to the man standing opposite his sister, he bobbed his head in easy greeting. “It’s good to see you, Leander.”
The man returned the nod, hawk-like gold eyes looking between Miryn and Dain. “I was wondering where you were -- market day, huh?” he asked, giving the short tail of his red hair a brief tug. “Maybe you can help me convince Nightshade to help me out.”
“You know my price, Lee,” she said calmly, shrugging as he planted one hand on the table and the other on his hip. They all knew his attempts to put pressure on her with simple posturing wouldn’t work (though that had never stopped him from trying). “A quarter.”
“Highway robbery,” he shot back while Miryn unbuckled and opened his packs, removing his market purchases and bustling about to put them in their proper places. “Ten percent.”
“Twenty.”
“Fifteen. Final offer.”
She stared him down, a triumphant smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. “Fine,” she agreed. “Give me the details.”
Leander dropped into the empty chair across from her, pulling a folded map from the pouch on his hip and spreading it across the table. Miryn only half-listened while he prepared dinner: slicing vegetables, scaling and gutting and deboning fish, crumbling dried herbs and mincing fresh, and adding a splash of the stock simmering in the pot over the low-burning hearth to the heavy dish, before covering it and clearing a place for it to cook in the embers.
With that done, he left them to their discussion, moving into his room and emptying his satchel of the plants he’d collected along the way to and from the city, laying them out along his workbench and windowsill to dry: some would be key ingredients for his recipes, others would be moved to their kitchen to season their meals. The berries he piled into a bowl at the corner of his desk -- in easy reach for later when he needed a snack.
He'd cleaned his equipment the night before, after he’d finished packing the last of his market wares. Now he reached up to the shelves over his workbench, pulling down jars of dried leaves, seeds, flowers, and bits of bark, each neatly labeled in his most careful handwriting (though he hardly bothered to look at them anymore, knowing by habit what each one contained). Adding a thumb-sized piece of willow bark, a few dried catmint leaves, a sprig of goldenrod flowers, and enough water to cover them to a stone bowl, he placed it into the open cradle over a charred plate, a small pile of dry twigs and leaves already piled and waiting.
It would be a while until and Leander finished their discussion and dinner was ready to serve. Spreading his arms, he pulled in a deep, steady breath, and pulled the quiet energy of the room around him, focusing it by will alone into a bright spark that set the kindling aflame.
And with magic humming at his fingertips, Miryn rolled up his sleeves and set to work again.
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