The guard took moment to step away and properly cover the Icelander before returning his spot to watch the O'Mongan cast the spell using his spear. He must of had an easy time using his weapon as a conduit but the spell still seemed to be a bit of a control problem for him but the guard noted the young O'Mongan was probably already exhausted.
“Well, that’s one way-” the guard said blinking as Fáelán moved over to the young Queen to lay beside. He was about to protest and ask the man to leave until the Queenie rolled over and reached out to tug on Fáelán’s sleeve and wrapped a blanket over him too.
“Cuddle with me Fáelán.” she teased in a cheery tone. “We can nap together under this nice weather.” she grinned under her blanket hoping he would play along and join her as they were both tired anyway.
The guard sighed wondering if this was a good idea and just ran a hand down his face in utter bewilderment to the Queenie’s antics. Freyleif reached out to trace her fingers along Fáelán’s cheek and slowly recoiled her hand back unsure if he’d take to teasing. She kept her spiritual energy as tight as she could from not smothering the poor boy under her erratic emotions that spark her energy like wildfire. The blonde giggled and snuggled up to the redhead before closing her eyes slowly retreating into slumber leaving the guard to do his duty to watch over them.
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Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Apr 16, 2017 20:17:31 GMT -5
Fáelán turned his head to face the little blonde girl next to him as she covered him with a blanket, he was already starting to drift of to sleep because of how exhausted he was. He smiled down at her as she started to curl into him. The man raised his arm and placed it under the girls head to use as a pillow. "It is nice weather isnt it. And how can I turn down a request from my Teeny Queeny." He replied to her sleepily. He smiled as he felt her finger run along his cheek, then frowned slightly as she pulled away. The man reach over with his free hand and wrapped it around hers, "Hey... " His voice was only a whisper now, he was almost entirely asleep.
Fáelán could feel the young girls reiryoku like a tingle constantly darting across his skin, it tickled lightly but was clearly not the girls true power. If she wasn't restraining herself, he would most likely be dead. He chuckled lightly as he thought about her concern for his well-being, she truely was a kind-hearted person.
Fáelán glanced over to the guard, "Thanks man. Big help." The man was having trouble even getting the words out now, he turned his head and rested his cheek on the girls head. A smile crossed his lips as his arm under her head curled and wrapped around her shoulders and he drifted off to sleep.
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.