WAKING UP: The first thing Julien does finding himself here and something like himself is open his inventory again and haul out his human body. Not caring that it's soaked to the skin, he throws his arms around his thick-ruffed neck and pulls himself closer with a folded wing. He doesn't cry, he doesn't speak, he just sits like that for a while. He needs the contact, and who's closer than yourself?
He is a sight. A scalded, bedraggled pigeon the size of a microcar, with a small young man drenched in seawater hanging off him. Later he'll remember he was trying to hide that he's a two-parter. Right now it just doesn't matter.
Eventually he opens his eyes and, oh, that's more than he was expecting. It takes a while to figure it out. He's carried that weird fluid angel tendency for eyes to appear and disappear, except these aren't really set into his flesh. It's not too big a deal. His bird eyes have a really wide field of view, and he's had some practice looking at the world out of four which normally aren't pointed in the same direction, this is just an expansion of that. And if the eyes appear and disappear and are kinda hovering against him like his inventory portal, that's honestly for the good, they're not fragile and vulnerable in the same way as his actual eyes.
SUMMER CITY: His unharmed human body is just too small compared to his scorched bird one to help it move around much, and there's a while where he doesn't want to move them too far apart. It's just so reassuring to care and be cared for, even if he's aware the whole time that he's playing both roles. Still, he's got a healing factor. Within a few days his bird self can be seen dozing in the sun or half submerged in the lake, while at the same time his human body is in the city. Or it goes the other way around! The fae obligingly find his plumage elegant and appealing and enjoy his guitar skills. It's kind of nice.
He's not easily recognizable as Iuliael, though his voice and the eyes that appear over his skin and feathers and clothes are the same. Over the next few weeks he's able to control them better, but more tend to appear when he's interested or excited about something.
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He is a sight. A scalded, bedraggled pigeon the size of a microcar, with a small young man drenched in seawater hanging off him. Later he'll remember he was trying to hide that he's a two-parter. Right now it just doesn't matter.
Eventually he opens his eyes and, oh, that's more than he was expecting. It takes a while to figure it out. He's carried that weird fluid angel tendency for eyes to appear and disappear, except these aren't really set into his flesh. It's not too big a deal. His bird eyes have a really wide field of view, and he's had some practice looking at the world out of four which normally aren't pointed in the same direction, this is just an expansion of that. And if the eyes appear and disappear and are kinda hovering against him like his inventory portal, that's honestly for the good, they're not fragile and vulnerable in the same way as his actual eyes.
SUMMER CITY: His unharmed human body is just too small compared to his scorched bird one to help it move around much, and there's a while where he doesn't want to move them too far apart. It's just so reassuring to care and be cared for, even if he's aware the whole time that he's playing both roles. Still, he's got a healing factor. Within a few days his bird self can be seen dozing in the sun or half submerged in the lake, while at the same time his human body is in the city. Or it goes the other way around! The fae obligingly find his plumage elegant and appealing and enjoy his guitar skills. It's kind of nice.
He's not easily recognizable as Iuliael, though his voice and the eyes that appear over his skin and feathers and clothes are the same. Over the next few weeks he's able to control them better, but more tend to appear when he's interested or excited about something.
WILD CARD? ?