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[hobbitstho]

THINGS THAT COULD HAPPEN IN THIS POST
-worlds colliding!
-worlds existing comfortably side by side, like they're all squished together and shit and no one questions it!
-AUs of all flavors!
canon AUs!
AU AUs!
Pacific Rim AUs!
your-character-lives-in-Middle-earth AUs!
Boromir-lives-in-your-character's-world AUs!
they both live somewhere else AUs!

THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS

so hmu if u need a prompt I am prepared to accommodate u

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[bindsthedead]

Everyone and everything has a time to die. This was a lesson painfully learned, in Sabriel's case, but she understood it.

Still, the line between life and Death was not always clear, and sometimes, with a late baptism and some Charter magic to patch up the body... Sabriel knew that it wasn't what an Abhorsen was supposed to do, but the baptism had held as she grabbed the man's spirit, his weight making the current more vicious than usual, and began the trek out of the First Precinct and into Life.

[hobbitstho]

[TELL ME IF THIS OKAY, I have not read the Abhorsen books in a little while!]

It was a lesson not unknown to Boromir, either. All Men died, and he had, at least, found a good death; the best one he could have asked for, following his last minutes of life. He'd thought of this, as he'd slipped into darkness, as the pain had grown more distant and the cool water of the river risen around him-- it was not good enough, not honorable enough, and no one would sing of it, if they knew the truth. But it was better than he deserved.

He'd accepted this. He'd given himself over. So when they burst back into Life together-- when breath came back to him, all at once-- when suddenly the air crawled, sharp and cold, into his lungs, when the ground filled in under and around him, when the pain came back-- his first thought was not I have come back to life.

He didn't have a first thought, in truth. Just the ache in his chest (less acute than it had been, but still sharp), the dim and fading memory of water closing over his head, and-- and the stranger in front of him.

He didn't yet have it in him to speak, or to do more than breathe cold, uncomfortable breaths-- but he stared at her, bewildered, pained, alarmed, questioning.

hope you don't mind

[espigeonage]

[Yuuya doesn't have much to do with the ongoing negotiations with the tribe of Gondor. He's young and brash with neither the skills nor the temperament for diplomacy, especially somewhere as sticky as this. And this is days from the structure, as the human walks, so he just whirs to a landing in a tree nearby.]

Salutations! You may not wish to venture in this direction just now, things are a bit, ah, difficult right now.

NOT REMOTELY :D

[hobbitstho]

[Boromir startles. He should have heard someone coming, but it's been long hours without a sound, and he was lost in his own mind-- he turns a full circle, reaching for the crude weapon at his waist, before he thinks to look up and see who's found him.

His expression turns from wary to guarded the moment he sees what it is.]

Difficult--? Has travel been restricted again, or are you simply disinclined to welcome me?

[espigeonage]

[The man's vocabulary is more advanced than Yuuya might have expected, given the state of education way out here - not nonexistent, he knows there are programs set up to teach reading and so on, but 'disinclined' is a big word.]

Oh no, no, no! You're free to go where you please. It's only that I have no idea of your intentions towards the good folk of Harmony, and if it happens that they are unsavory I really must turn you aside. They're not in their usual fine form, I'm afraid.

[It's a settlement or neighborhood, still miles and miles from the city, where some birds live as well as humans. The wind changes. Is that a smell of smoke?]

[hobbitstho]

[His vocabulary's more advanced than most in the settlement; the old stories come down through the Stewarts, after all. And that's to say nothing of diplomacy, where humans have found that having more syllables to put together commands marginally more respect.]

Turn me aside--?

[Boromir turns his head into the wind, and catches the smell of smoke. Guardedness is starting to turn suspicious.]

If you would see me gone, then say so; if you would warn me of danger ahead, then tell me what has happened. But say it outright, and do not tell me in one breath that I am free to go where I please, and that you must turn me aside!

[espigeonage]

[Yuuya is not inclined to straight answers for anyone. His handler did tell him to try to be more forthright for this.]

If you insist!

Last night there was a rather impressive fire. We're investigating the cause and making the area safe again, meanwhile these people are vulnerable. I'm tasked with making sure no visitors come and make things worse. [Says the twenty-pound bird.]

[hobbitstho]

[You and what army, Boromir chooses not to say, letting a slightly longer look say what he wishes.]

You suspect the People of the White City.

[He doesn't sound surprised.]

[espigeonage]

[He's White City? That explains some things. Yuuya doesn't appear to react to that though. Even his eyes are so dark that his pupils can't be seen adjusting.]

Anyone who pokes around when the ash is still warm doesn't quite have a clean beak, I'm afraid. But you're not on the hook this time! Safe to say there are other suspects with entirely unwholesome origins, and more of a claim.

[and yeah he saw that longer look, but you don't get to be an S-rank Dove agent without being able to defend things.]