i heard the thunder [open]

[goodweather]

Who: Phil and you!
What: May/June open
When: Late April and through May, probably June too
Where: Around town, the skies over the island, the Library, the hot springs
Warning(s): nudity in the hot springs prompt


but i find i got the question wrong [exploring]

A whole town. A whole island. Imagine that.

It's almost overwhelming, honestly, but Phil figures he may as well start big and wide before getting into the real nitty-gritty of it. So once things are slightly settled, once he has the time, he takes off. It won't be so unusual for people to see his silhouette soaring in the sky. If something fascinating catches his attention on the ground, perhaps he'll come down to check it out; his eyes are fit to see detail miles away, so distance is hardly a problem. Perhaps he'll land near you, or you can find him freshly landed someplace else. This is a lot more flying than he's done in years.

i was trying to run away [around town]

And of course, there's the glory of having more than a couple dozen other people to talk to. Phil makes himself a real neighbor's neighbor; he introduces himself to as many people as he can, he chats up anyone who seems free enough, he wanders place to place in the town, invites people to lunch or a drink or what have you. Sometimes he'll just be sitting around, pleased to be people-watching.

but a voice told me to stay [library]

Ah, weather. His old friend.

He's got to brush up. Get back into the swing of it, you know? And he's got to figure out what sort of currents and forces are acting on the meteorology of the island. Phil schleps down to the Library then, and spends long days tracking down research material for the case: he cross-references reports in the newspaper archives, digs up a scientific textbook on the global climate and its impact on the island, and even fishes up a few academic papers of... uh, dubious helpfulness, but it's fine.

Exhaustion catches him more easily these days than it used to. He's not terribly proud of it, but more than once he dozes off him his chair. Then shakes himself awake, then... dozes off again. At least he's not drooling on the books.

put the feeling in a song [hot springs] (cw: nudity, artistic nudity painting the link)

One of the things he'd spotted from above was, of course, the hot springs. There's even some signage nearby, so this is definitely both a public space and safe to take a dip in. Not saltwater, not chlorinated... jeez, it feels like it's been ages since he's been able to take a proper soak without having to take on some shape that got rid of his feathers. It's a relief. A good place to keep in mind if he has a particularly awful flare, too. (Although getting here would be tricky if he's gotten that bad.)

One day or another, Phil stops up there by himself. Undresses. Sighs a long sigh as he rests in the water. Lounging below the water or up on the grass, anyone is free to encounter him (and his shockingly sculpted figure), although he'll certainly hear you coming.

(And of course, do mind the wedding band he's wearing as a necklace.)

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[goodweather]

Phil snorts at that first remark. Sorry, Hawkeye, Phil’s first impression of you is entirely without game.

“It’s fine, it was mostly just something really weird that happened. We made plans to go and get coffee some time. He’s kind of intriguing.”

Weird, he means, but in a good way. (As if they aren’t all weirdos at this point.)

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy makes a small noise in answer, more an affirmation he's heard than anything.

To someone fluent in Darcy, it means he is trying not to view this as the start to a new different slippery slope where interesting precedes God knows what that directly causes their world to upend a number of times. Phil only just got here and already Darcy's going to be shunted out of the nest by someone 'intriguing'.

Not that any of it is Phil's problem. He's not going to make it his problem. At least this one is fair game if he fucks up.

"Cool," he offers after that moment of thoughtfulness, but can't work out what to say that isn't just asking more about him.

[goodweather]

He lets that stand for a while, blowing over the top of his tea.

“I'm making new friends. We’re not cramped up with the same stale crowd anymore, ehn? I want to meet new people. Get to know our neighbors. I’ve been talking to people all around town, not just the doctor. I’ve met a jeweler, woodworkers, definitely a few tailors, farmers, and one guy who makes ink. Pierce’s just the one I have the weirdest story about so far.”

A beat. “Well, Cecil did try to teach me words like ‘blorbo’ and ‘skrungly,’ but I’m not sure I get it.”

He does, he’s just trying to fuck with Darcy.

[saltwaterlungs]

"I'm not- you can do whatever you want," Darcy starts, but then.

Those are words from pretty much immediately before he got taken. He kinda blue screens for a moment.

"He... why? Was he teaching you those?"

[goodweather]

“Not sure. Something about me being a wet cat to one of the goddesses? The sky one.”

[saltwaterlungs]

Very, very tiredly;

"Don't... pick up literally any slang from Cecil, he sounds like one of those weird basement people who are on Tumblr making up words that don't mean anything."

Huffs. Anyway.

"Why did he think you were a wet cat to her anyway."

[goodweather]

“I don’t even know what Tumblr is.”

Darcy knows for a fact that he does.

“It was something about the fact that I’m a meteorologist. Celestine’s the local sky goddess, among other things, so he thought she would take interest in me. Which is kind of intimidating, to be honest.”

You know. Especially since it was a goddess that made him a weird bird guy in the first place.

“I should… probably look at what’s going on at the Temple, if I’m going to be dealing with her. Might make my job easier.”

[saltwaterlungs]

"You make it very hard to be related to you sometimes," Darcy deadpans.

Still, he listens, and his gut twists a little. God help him if Phil gets a second pair of wings stapled to him. Or a tail. Or a beak.

"Would probably feel like cheating, ehn. Having a sky goddess feeding you the answers for how the weather is going to be."

If Phil wants to associate with them, it's his choice. Not like he's the Catholic one.

[goodweather]

A lighthearted scoff. "If I know weather, I doubt it'll be that easy. But hey, maybe she can give me an extra heads up if we're gonna get drowned in snow for the next four months. Or help keep our radio connections steady. I'll at least throw an offering at the Temple or something to make sure I don't get another deluxe upgrade on the bird package."

Mortanne, too, now that he's thinking about it. For bringing them to safe harbor. For keeping him and Darcy together. And maybe Serranai, for that visit. May as well throw in something for the fourth sister at that point, why leave her out.

[saltwaterlungs]

A small acknowledging noise. Darcy scoots over a little bit, not close enough to curl up against him or anything but certainly flagging that intention.

"You're really just... cool with picking up these new goddesses now we're here?"

[goodweather]

He glances at him, drumming his fingers on the table.

"... I mean. Well. First of all, I stopped going to church when I was 9, and I only went because my mom made me. So I don't have any allegiances. Second... the way I see it, they're also like, locals, ehn? The moon goddesses from Lunatia haven't really followed me except for the physical changes to me that one of them left. Otherwise they're just the big magic beings that oversee a different planet in a different dimension. I may as well work with the ones here while I'm here. And if I don't say anything, they're not gonna know that I don't want more feathers."

Probably. How do goddesses work again? He assumes they aren't just reading his brain, or at least that they haven't gotten around to it yet.

[saltwaterlungs]

Another small noise of acknowledging. Maybe he'll come to not immediately associate the top of the food chain with terror and see this as different to how Darcy ended up under Him. But for the moment, all he sees is something he can't protect Phil from. If they decide to curse him into a pigeon in a room full of pigeons, all he can do is try to pick Phil out again. He hates feeling like he's staring down something big enough to be out of myth.

Darcy sets the tea on the table and curls up into Phil, like he's wanted to do since he got here.

"I ehn... can't. But you know I'm here if you need otherwise, ehn."

[goodweather]

"I never would've asked you to."

He takes in Darcy at his side, both an arm and a wing coming around to rest at his back. Magic still scares him. The people capable of the most of it most of all. But still--in all his years, he's still found all the beings capable of talking to him to just be beings, wanting similar things, and Serranai decided to speed date with him.

It's a start.

"I've already met two of them, anyway. We all met the local death goddess coming here, but at the speed dating charity thing, the Spring sister just... sort of showed up and said hi? She was really kind."

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy settles noticeably with his wing around him. If it wasn't so inconvenient in a real world, he'd probably just sleep right here like he often did back on the ship.

Still, Darcy gets an Expression at the one-two revelations. Hard to tell if it's the concept of his dad speed dating or the idea of a goddess showing up in person which is worse.

"That's..." it's a little like trying to get molasses through a sieve, "cool."

[goodweather]

Phil's quiet for a little bit, sipping at his tea.

"You don't have to be okay with me associating with the local goddesses while we're here. I'm not committed to anything."

[saltwaterlungs]

"I didn't say anything about it not being cool. I remember saying it was cool actually."

[goodweather]

“Sure, but you said it weird. You took a big pause and everything. Something there was bothering you.”

[saltwaterlungs]

Looks up at the ceiling.

"It sounds cool. I'm glad you're making friends with her or whatever. Better?"

[goodweather]

“C’mon, Darts.”

…

“I had a sign put out saying I was just there to socialize, if that’s what you were wondering.”

[saltwaterlungs]

"Don't c'mon me, I'm being reasonable. You can do whatever you want, I don't care, I got over this shit back on the ship."

[goodweather]

It’s more of a breath than a sigh that he takes, and the hand he has on Darcy’s shoulder squeezes gently.

“You are being reasonable, and I appreciate that, but if something I’m doing is bothering you then I want to know. Those big pauses you took when I talked about Hawkeye and just now makes me feel like you’re ignoring something for my sake. I don’t even know what ‘this shit’ is supposed to be.”

[saltwaterlungs]

"I don't know how I'm meant to respond. Okay, sorry that guy was weird, whatever."

It's Phil, so Darcy is watching how grumpy he gets, but it's also Phil which means he is apparently incapable of taking a hint or inferring. Darcy is so fucking tired all the time these days, he really wants to just end the conversation and go find somewhere to sleep for a bit.

But it's Phil, and he deserves more than that. Darcy knows he's just trying to understand, too.

"Being weird about a parental figure dating, alright? I got exposure therapy to the worst possible version of it. I'm fine. You can't live your life worrying about if something might bother me. Everything fucking bothers me."

[goodweather]

Whatever gods or goddesses are out there give him grace. He has no idea how to handle this, and Darcy's gotten especially snippy. Not that anyone can blame him; the memory of them still burns in his gut, and they weren't even that close to Phil.

It's funny, isn't it, how the longer he goes without seeing or speaking to the man, the more that...

"Sure," Phil does sigh, "but I don't want you to make a habit of being miserable because you don't want to tell me when your dad is doing something that upsets you or even just, when something's going on. You're still my kid. You do come first, you know. I mean it."

Inhale. Another sigh. "Sorry that I upset you just now."

[saltwaterlungs]

He hates being snippy at Phil. He hates how he's still not good at being cared for, how the same damn fights he'd have with his mum echo in every other interaction. Worst is how stupidly insanely relieving 'you come first' is to hear. Makes him feel like fucking Cinderella fearing for her place in the house after her father remarries. Probably closer to a narrow miss past Cordelia, or Donkeyskin. Darcy turns his face into Phil's sleeve, his father who he loves like salt, who loves him like water. Needs to do a better job of remembering that love, and being secure in it, when it can't be taken from him by someone else.

"Sorry," muffled through his sleeve and Darcy sniffs, "I didn't mean to act weird."

[goodweather]

There. Another day Darcy won’t suffocate himself just to make someone he loves happy. The last thing he wants is his silence, for him to disappear himself from view. Phil may never be able to keep him from doing the same for others, but God willing, his father will never be someone he needs to do that around. (Will never be someone who begs his silence. Never someone who gnaws at his heart so bad to drive them away.)

He knew what he was asking for when he first saw him glaring across the room. Nothing’s changed.

Phil squeezes Darcy’s shoulder again. “Thanks. It’s all forgiven, don’t sweat too much about it, ehn?”