Ryan

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 20:32:25 GMT

Ryan has been found, by a friend of Lucian. His fears are confirmed, and he is worse; staying in what he has been told is a 'hospital'.

He doesn't think he likes the word. He's been told Lucian really wants to see him, too, and though he's hesitant about being around so many people, he agrees to come. He even puts on actual clothing for the occasion; loose cotton pants that come to about mid calf and a baggy shirt, in muted greens and blues. He doesn't like the smell of the hospital, and the technology all around him makes him very nervous.

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 20:15:26 GMT

Ryan has not seen his friend Lucien for a while...and Ryan may not be worried except for the fact that he remembers his friend Lucien has heart trouble. So, Ryan is a very, very worried nymph.

He's been looking, as much as he can, as many places he feels he may be able to, and all that is happening is that he is getting more and more worried.

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 05:49:16 GMT

Dib's PINpoint drops him and Ryan into the Nexus Botanical Gardens. Fortunately it's away from the triffids.

Ryan takes a step back away from Dib, despite his song, worried about the effect his voice may have had on the young teenager but still pleased to see him. "I haven't seen you in a while," he offers quietly.

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 23:51:47 GMT

Ryan lays draped over one of the lower branches in his tree. He feels the music that he wants to sing bubbling up, not just in his chest, but throughout his own body. There are leaves covering him, out of sight so he thinks, safe.

He starts to sing, something in his own curious language.

nsfw, locked to Dib

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 05:01:25 GMT

Ryan brings Dib to the gardens, still touching him, still nuzzling him, still making noises to make it known he's still wanting.

Moss is soft. It makes sense to lie down there so Ryan pulls Dib down with him*

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 03:42:21 GMT

Ryan shows Grint the way to the Nexus Gardens. He keeps his mouth bothering his neck because he's a terrible terrible man.

Tue, 15 May 2007 02:04:10 GMT

Ryan's in the Nexus Gardens in a pool, naked, scrubbing himself furiously. His fingernails are gnawed down to the skin and some are bleeding a little.

He's crying.

((Open))

Thu, 03 May 2007 13:30:12 GMT

Grint was hurt. Because of me. He went after Dage and and he got hurt. Badly.

Vyshaan says I shouldn't blame myself, but I can't help it. This is why I didn't ask anyone to go after him because I didn't want anyone getting hurt. But he got hurt.

;_;

Thu, 03 May 2007 13:24:23 GMT

I am sweet, like Sugar.

I am all sweetness and light; fluffy bunnies and dancing fairies; happiness and joy. Too much of me will make you sick. What Flavour Are You?

if I was not sugar I would be

Tomato is what I taste like.

I taste like nothing, except a tomato. I'm sometimes sweet and sometimes tart; sometimes juicy, sometimes crisp. The roles of a tomato are many and varied. I am an exception to all the rules. What Flavour Are You?

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 06:55:46 GMT

Ryan is, rather unsurpisingly, curled up in his tree. He's more miserable than usual, arms wrapped around his knees and face buried in said knees. He's trying rather obstinately not to cry hard, or at all, but a few tears leak out of his eyes. He doesn't like crying, but when everything is pressing down upon him, he can't help it.

He doesn't want this, he doesn't want people wanting him for their own, he doesn't. He doesn't even know why they do. But he doesn't want it and he wants them to stop and he wants to feel safe again.

~~The emo radiates...~~

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 01:30:15 GMT

you are steelblue
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Your dominant hues are cyan and blue. You like people and enjoy making friends. You're conservative and like to make sure things make sense before you step into them, especially in relationships. You are curious but respected for your opinions by people who you sometimes wouldn't even suspect.

Your saturation level is medium - You're not the most decisive go-getter, but you can get a job done when it's required of you. You probably don't think the world can change for you and don't want to spend too much effort trying to force it.

Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's. You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up. You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 16:27:24 GMT

He'sbackhewantsmtogohomeIcan'tIwanttogohomebuthe'sthereandhe'swaitingandIdon'tknowwhattodo

[locked to Thomas]

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 20:51:36 GMT

((Continued from here ))

Ryan turns his head to look almost lazily at Thomas. "Um. Are you comfy up there?"

Smile?

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 22:50:44 GMT

Ryan is in his tree in the Nexus. Big surprise.

He's more scared than usual though. He's sent word to Grint, saying he wants to talk to him. And he's asked Thomas to show up, so he's a little bit less scared, but he's still scared.

Now he's just waiting, trembling a little.

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 17:46:16 GMT

Ryan leads Thomas into the Nexus Botanical Gardens, where Dib had brought him before and suggested it be a good place for Ryan.

The air is warm, and...well there's a lot of green. It's a botanical garden so yes, there is a lot of foliage. Ryan's looking at Thomas though, a liiittle on the wary side. "Um. Here it is."

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 05:58:59 GMT

((Continued from here to prevent thread-breakage))

Ryan smiles a little bit shyly and leans a little bit more against Grint. His instincts still go 'ack powerful ack run' but...less. And he's starting to get over it.

[open]

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 20:59:35 GMT

Ryan is dancing. Not singing, surprisingly. Humming under his breath a little, but mostly just dancing, swaying and moving his feet to some rhythm in his mind.

He has his eyes closed, believing himself to be alone.

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 21:32:22 GMT

((okay so uh, this is the story I wrote for my class and it's...not I think the most perfectness it oculd be but it's the general gist of what happened to Ryan. Concrit if it pleases you or whatever. It' s just...here. ))

Ryan knelt over the lake and ran his nervous hands over his chestnut-brown hair for what was probably the sixth time in the past few minutes. The lake didn’t give the best reflection, rippling and changing the image with every breeze and pass of water creature. But at least it gave the nymph an idea of his appearance.

“Stop fidgeting.” Strong but gentle hands took his wrists and pulled them away from his hair, helping him to his feet.

“Sorry,” Ryan mumbled, looking down. “Sorry, I just, I’m nervous and—” the other man pressed Ryan’s lips together with his fingers, looking amused.

“And stop babbling. You look fine. Are you going to calm down?” There was a nod and he released the smaller man’s mouth.

“Sorry Trei,” he apologized again. ”It’s just—” he closed his mouth when Trei raised a warning finger.

“You’re worried, I get it. But there’s really nothing to be worried about. Laira and I will be doing all the talking. You’re just there to show willing. For appearances.”

“I know.” Ryan ran his hands over his vine and birch-leaf suit, making sure it was smooth. As one of the few male nymphs existing, Ryan was obligated to go on this trip as a sort of emissary. And this was an important meeting; if this went well they had a good chance of convincing the elves to grant them greater access to more of the land, and possibly open the door to trade negotiations. Ryan thought that last was unlikely, as he couldn’t see something like an elf deigning to deal with anything as lowly as a nymph. But the other nymphs, including his friends were optimistic about it, so he kept quiet for their sake.

Ryan wasn’t his real name. Nor was Trei’s, nor Laira’s. Their real names were hard to pronounce in a mouth not suited for speaking with the trees, and impossible to put down in any human alphabet. ‘Trei’ and ‘Laira’ were vague abbreviations of their real names, or as close as could be. Ryan, however, was named by a human conquest, who couldn’t pronounce his name and thought he looked like a Ryan. He’d liked how it sounded, so it stuck.

“The pressure is on Laira and me,” Trei reminded Ryan. He was taller than Ryan and broader across the shoulders, with lighter hair. “So let us do the worrying, eh?” He smiled, green eyes glinting.

“Okay,” Ryan said, finally smiling nervously. Trei leaned in to plant a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“There’s a good boy.” Trei’s grin widened as Ryan pouted at the patronization.

“Are you having fun?” Laira’s voice came from above a few feet, on a rock. Her legs were curled underneath her, long hair pulled back and braided with vines.

“Very much.” Trei nodded and stretched out his arms. His arms were bare, which was a sore point for Ryan. He wasn’t used to wearing anything to cover his arms or chest, and was feeling uncomfortably warm and itchy in his suit. Laira also looked comfortable, in a loose shift made of woven vines and leaves. All three of them were barefoot.

“And have you finished embarrassing Ryan?” She jumped lightly down from the boulder, bracing herself on the stone. “Try wetting your hair,” she added quietly to the smaller nymph. He dipped his hands in the lake and ran them over his hair, trying again to use the water as a mirror.

“He’s fun to embarrass.” Trei grinned, not even bothering to deny the teasing. Laira bopped his arm lightly with a balled-up hand, smiling fondly.

“We should be going,” she said. Ryan stood up quickly, forcing himself to drop his arms to his sides.

“Already?” he asked, voice almost cracking from nervousness. Laira looked at him sympathetically, with a touch of impatience.

“We want to make a good impression,” she reminded him gently. “That probably means arriving early and…and well it can’t hurt.” Her foot was tapping, either out of nervousness or impatience.

“She’s right.” Trei slung an arm around Laira’s shoulders—careful to mind her hair and outfit—and squeezed gently. “She looks lovely, you look lovely, so let us be off to represent the whole nymph race to the upper crust.” Ryan twitched a little, fingers drumming over his arm and hand. Trei noticed this and reached to take his hand. “All right. So let’s go. Okay?” He smiled at Ryan, who smiled shyly back and nodded. “Then we’re going.”

They walked. It was the only way to get there, walking. Nymphs didn’t have access to higher magics, and couldn’t cast spells other than what they could already do. Their natural talents included communing with nature, or literally being able to speak to the trees, or whatever element they were bound to. Sometimes the foliage moved for them and did their bidding. What they were most known for was their singing, and their ability to seduce. The two went hand in hand usually, as it was not uncommon for a nymph to draw in ‘victims’ with their songs, voices of such clarity and beauty that people would walk until their feet were bloody to reach the source. A nymph’s song wound its way inside a person’s mind and body, making them notice and want the nymph. It was subtle and sometimes slow, and not all of them knew when they were even doing it. The three nymphs on their way to the elves’ now were cautioned to be wary of this, even if it was unsure as to whether this magic actually worked on elves or not.

The trip took them about two hours. When they arrived, they were not given the option of resting before entering the Hall. Ryan watched Laira and Trei exchange glances but not object as they were led to the room. ‘Room’ was a subjective term; the elves’ chateau was more of a glen with rings of trees, close together and forming the mazes of what could be called the habitation, and which was called Ta’ar. The Great Hall was the largest area of them all, canopy of trees letting a few rays of light through. The ground was covered in moss, giving a soft carpet for anyone who entered—everyone being barefoot. Crystals were enchanted to glow and placed in tree branches to illuminate the place further. The hall was shaped like a teardrop, with three throne like seats by the narrow end. The elves ruled by threes, and whoever was in charged changed by rotation every month. Ryan didn’t know who was in charge during this time, but then it wasn’t his job to know. He was told to stay by Trei and Laira and to stay quiet if he could.

When they were told they would not be allowed to rest after the journey, it was not because the opening ceremony had already begun, and all three of them knew it. But they could not object without risking insult to their hosts.

The Hall was already quite full, mostly with elves, but there were some dryads and a troll here and there. There was even a few sidhe, which Ryan tried hard not to stare at. The sidhe didn’t even spare him nor his companions a glance, for which he was thankful for. What if they’d spoken to him? He wasn’t sure he could think of anything to say to anyone, let alone one of them.

While he was getting food, he felt someone tap on his shoulder. It was an elf, pale and lovely and smiling at him. Smiling. At him. He tried a smile back, fingers suddenly fumbling the piece of fruit he’d picked up. She simply smiled and picked it up for him, taking his hand and placing it in his palm.

“Will you walk with me?” Her voice was low and soothing and Ryan found himself nodding before the words fully finished echoing in his mind. She was smiling and taking his hand to lead him off when his brain caught up.

“Wait, I can’t.” His face flushed when she turned her head to look at him, one exquisite eyebrow raised. “I I mean, I’m supposed to stay, stay with my friends,” he stammered, looking down to avoid her gaze.

“I am sure they will understand my need to borrow you for a walk.” Her smile was so beautiful. Ryan nodded and followed her towards the outskirts of Ta’ar. The sun was setting, painting the sky beautiful and unlikely colors of orange and pink and red and purple. “It’s beautiful, is it not?” The lady turned to Ryan finally, setting sun casting flaming colors onto her skin and hair.

“Yes. I like to watch the sunset.” Ryan’s voice was uncertain, adding the second part on simply out of a feeling that something was required of him. He wanted to ask what she wanted of him, what they were doing out there, alone. She was standing very close to him. And…touching...

….oh.

Afterwards, the lady brushed herself off and slipped her shift back on, going back inside without looking at Ryan again. He took the extra time to re-arrange his outfit and smooth down his hair again. He felt shaky and confused, and maybe a little bit afraid. He’d been unsure about it, but hadn’t dared refuse her for fear of offense. Ryan re-joined his friends once he was sure he was completely back together.

“Where have you been?” Trei hissed, leaning over to reach his ear. “They’ve almost begun, where were you?”

“I needed some air,” he said blandly. His friend looked at him, frowning a little as if in concern or concentration.

“Does it matter? He’s here now.” Laira tried to speak without moving her lips. “We’ve been asked to take our seats, come on.”

Their ‘seats’ were really just kneeling on the moss in front of a low long stone slab. The trolls were having some trouble with this, as their knees were thicker than the slab itself, but they made do after a few minutes of comical mishaps. The three ruling elves for that month had already taken their seats, and Ryan was having difficulty swallowing. The lady was up there. He kept his gaze down on the slab, observing the stone as close as he could without being obvious.

The company settled down and it grew quieter. Ryan wasn’t paying much attention, completely focused on the table. It was only when he felt Laira’s hand grab his suddenly, fingers tight over his that he looked up, startled. There were stares on him, almost the entire room. He could feel his face grow hot as yet another flush made its way over his face.

“You didn’t,” Trei said quietly, voice too low to be heard by others even in that silence. “Ryan, say you did not sing to the Lady Rakin.”

“I didn’t,” he whispered back, eyes wide. “I wouldn’t…I didn’t, I swear…”

“But you slept with her,” Laira bit her lip. “And they can’t prove you didn’t sing or make her want you.” There were murmurs, unpleasant murmurs all along the table. It was unheard of for a being to practice magic of any kind upon another during a meeting such as this. At a treaty.

“To break an Accord is a terrible crime.” This came from the elf in the center chair, a male with silver in his hair. “The nymphs will be eradicated from these negotations, and that one will be punished.” There were guards stationed at every doorway in the Hall and now two of them came to grab Ryan. He struggled, tried to pull his arms out of their grip as he begged for them to let go. They had to half-drag him to in front of the three chairs, bruising him as they tried to hold him still. A guard held onto one of his arms, hand extended, as another who wore thick leather gloves drew a sword from a wooden box. Every being drew back from the cold iron sword. Ryan screamed and struggled harder, desperate to get away. The sword was touched to his wrist to mark the target and there was another scream, this time of pain. There was a hiss where metal and flesh met, and a thin strip of white on his skin where the blade and touched him. The guard brought the sword up, face emotionless. Ryan kept his eyes screwed shut, hoping, wishing desperately for this to not be.

He felt his suit moving against him and it erupted in vines and leaves, blinding the guards and pulling them away from him. He lost a few seconds just absorbing the fact that they weren’t holding him any more, and then bolted as fast as he could. He escaped, but didn’t make it all the way home that night. He wasn’t sure he wanted to, with the utter catastrophe of what had happened. But by morning he was back in his tree, his tree, curled up and wishing it had all been a bad dream. But there were bruises on his arms, shoulders and sides, and the mark on his wrist. He couldn’t stop shaking.

Laira and Trei got home before he did, and Laira came to see if he had gotten back safely, or at all. He didn’t begrudge them when they hadn’t raised a voice in his defense. They’d been afraid, same as him.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of his mouth when Laira showed up. “I’ve started a war, haven’t I, I’m so sorry I was afraid of what would happen if I said no to her I’m so sorry.”

“You haven’t started a war.” She didn’t sound angry, or upset. Resigned was the best word for it, and Ryan cringed deeper into the branches of his tree. “But…they say there will be restrictions. I don’t know what they mean, they’re probably going to spend this treaty discussing that. They won’t deal with us again, ever I think. In this lifetime.” Several minutes passed in silence while Ryan digested all of this.

“I’m sorry.”

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 07:16:10 GMT

Ryan takes Grint through the portal. They come out in a dark cave with a waterfall at the opening.

It just takes a quick squeeze against the rock wall to get out without being soaked and Ryan and Grint are standing in front of a lake in the middle of the forest Ryan was talking about.

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 22:07:21 GMT

Ryan was wandering the Nexus, avoiding the busier parts. He was still embarrased over the whole...randomly falling in love with Hamlet and then realizing "what the hell I'm not in love". It was embarrassing for all and he'd rather not be around people. He came across a hot springs and, while he really should have been wary of a Nexus Hot Springs, he thought nothing of stripping out of his leafy leggings and taking a dip. Mmm hot water.

Being in such a good mood, he started to sing. Since no one was around, he sang loudly and enthusiastically, voice clear and beautiful. And, subtly, seductive.

WUV

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 02:58:00 GMT

So an LOL'd Ryan has an arm wrapped around an (also LOL'd) Hamlet's shoulders. Unfortunately Ryan's the only one who's got the love LOL. Which explains why he is snuggling a little against Hamlet's shoulders. "So tell me about yourself,!" he grins, beaming a little as they walk in search of hamburgers.

((Ryan may or may not be emitting his spishul nymph...mojo, whatever, that might make Hamlet all confused re:sexuality. It's up to you if it affects him.))

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 23:02:03 GMT

Ryan's Nexus portal is in a cave from his world. It's dark but there's light at the end, and the sound of water. "That's the waterfall," he says to Thomas over the sound. He reaches out to press his hand against the wall, starting to walk towards the water.