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archishellago2018-01-05 10:58 am
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Test Drive Meme #001
KHU IODUAN; TEST DRIVE MEME #001    | |
I. THE VERDANT SENTRY - Attention, New Recruits! It's clear that all of the city's law enforcement is handled by the various branches of the Sentry: from Mounted Division handling street patrol, to the Aerial Corps provided airborne support for tactical and rescue operations, to the Nautical Branch undertaking regular sea patrols as the first line of defense along the archipelago's borders. But everyone interested in joining up has to go through their basic training program, and that starts today with a general skills assessment. There's quite a mix of attendees today, spread across nearly every race represented in Aifaran and including other Dreamfolk, but whatever the recruiter is saying is getting lost in the two chatty Igheeri who seem to think they're too good to listen to the standard welcome speech... time to interrupt by signaling the person in charge? Take care of it yourself? Gripe about it to the person in line beside you? II. KIRIN RODEO - Place Your Bets! At the end of every month, the Mounted Division of the Sentry holds their skills competition. When they're not on the field, their steeds are often the subject of much admiration from children and more than a few adults. Astride many breeds of kirin, some lithe and fleet, some stockier and stronger, these off-duty officers demonstrate their control and bond over the notoriously strong-willed and intelligent creatures with complicated maneuvers. There's a surprisingly in-depth system for betting on one's favourite to win the various matches, and just about everyone's willing to explain the odds to newcomers. There's only one rule: all proceeds go to funding of the city's charities. (Bragging rights on winning are still yours to keep.) Two bells ring loudly over the crowd - last call for wagers! III. WE HAVE REGULATIONS ABOUT THIS - Munga on the Loose! Munga are ill-tempered, rat-sized spiky lizards with a gift for camouflage, and whose venom in their spines and teeth is also highly hallucinogenic. And... they're on the loose. Fortunately, keeping them is highly regulated, and pretty much everyone in Aifaran knows about them, but loose Munga are uncommon enough that the reaction is more likely to be startled flailing at a hint of spines and skittering. Today someone's exotic pet has slipped out of their hands, and it's trailing a harness and lead as it zigzags away, prickling and hissing and going for the ankles. It's given a wide berth, except by those who don't notice until it's too late or those too preoccupied by something else. Hopefully the proper authorities have been notified to catch and return the creature, but maybe someone helpful can keep it from getting too far away? IV. A SURPRISE WINDFALL - Officer, This Isn't Mine... There was a loud thud as someone tosses a heavy bag from the window of a dilapidated building. Five seconds later there’s smoke pouring out the windows and your holding what seems to be someone else’s luggage. Opening it, you find carefully wrapped bricks of some very illegal drugs, and someone down the side alley is pointing at you and yelling. A mounted Sentry officer is giving you a rather peculiar look as well while he calls in the fire brigade. And among the people fleeing the building, there are five Kin’nal looking at you, wide-eyed, as it suddenly dawns on them that they messed up. Take your new prize and split before reinforcements arrive? Try to explain the mistake? Take note that the building is still on fire? V. INTO THE UNKNOWN - Watch Your Back Out There The sea patrol discovered the new irregularity a few days ago, reporting that it looks like a series of tall and jagged stone towers rising up from the ocean. It's incomplete as these planar-shunted locations often are, as if something massive had taken a bite of some mysterious city and then spat it whole into the seas of Konryu. Having been chosen as part of the exploration team, you've been working your way through the complicated labyrinth of stone tunnels and dead ends, searching for what the Opara engineers had enthusiastically described as a potential new power source. "Trace the green glowing power lines," was their (sort of helpful) instruction. However the lean, dark and toothy thing you've just glimpsed should probably be a more pressing concern... warn others? Take it on yourself? Pray it hasn't spotted you? VI. WILDCARD - Because You're Not The Boss Of Me Anything else that doesn't fit the above prompts is welcome, just keep it within the game setting please! Applications • Reservations • Taken List • Game Navigation |
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And this is the center of the matter between them. That there are no shields, no guardedness, they are always only too aware of the other's emotions and vulnerabilities... and nevertheless must sometimes disagree, must sometimes hurt. With no other but Nighteyes has Fitz had anything resembling this kind of closeness.
The Fool's fingers trail down his face, then across his lips. Fitz catches his wrist very lightly once again before he can turn away.
He wonders at himself.
With his knowledge of both the Fool's soul and his body, with the wholeness that the Fool's presence brings him, with the fire stirred in his blood by the Fool's presence... how can he claim that there is no desire?
He knows enough of himself and of different forms of love, these days, to know that it need not be limited as he had assumed in his youth. He knows enough of general society's misguided ignorance about something which is seemingly 'wrong', which deviates from the norm.
To love one such as the Fool, who defies norms, and to desire him?
...is not difficult.
He swallows, then turns the Fool's hand over in his. He places a kiss in the very center of the Fool's palm. "If it would not hurt you further, I would give you more to remember."
On 23 January 2018 at 03:25, afoolsgold - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org</p>
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There can be no misunderstanding his meaning now. Somehow, that makes it all the harder to believe, all the harder to trust that it is happening, that this is not some wild, juvenile fantasy that he'll awake from at any moment--
"Tell me that you want me," he pleads softly, taking a fraction of a step nearer to the warmth of Fitz's body. He can't look away from his dark eyes. "Don't touch me out of pity, Fitz, I could not bear it--"
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The Fool is limned by firelight, and starlight. He is a slight, ethereal figure.
...not that it was entirely needed, but there is his consent.
"No pity," Fitz says. His voice is low, and there is gravel in it. "I have ever been foolish, and I wonder that you continue to forgive me for it, over and over. I wonder that you continue to be so very beautiful, and I wonder that you are not in my arms, FitzChivalry Farseer."
He names him Fitz, and names himself Fool, and catches the Fool up in an embrace. Fitz bends his face to the Fool's, kissing him soft and sweet. There is a quiet huff of approval from the wolf. Incipient pleasure begins to thrum sweetly along every one of Fitz's nerves.
On 23 January 2018 at 13:58, afoolsgold - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org</p>
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He leans his slighter form against Fitz's, the contours of their bodies fitting together neatly; bits of flint from the same stone finding their partners at last. (Perhaps one day, they will carve a dragon together--)
Though his fingers tremble, he brings Fitz's hands to the fabric of his cloak and shift, a clear invitation to remove the fabric that covers his skin. He breaks the kiss long enough to request softly, "Take me back to the fire, Fitz, I would be warm if--"
If? When. He almost laughs.
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The Fool tucks himself against Fitz, and with shaking fingers wordlessly encourages Fitz to remove his clothing.
And this, this, in itself is a great intimacy. A trust. A vulnerability. Fitz is honoured, He is no expert; however he knows enough of lovemaking to know that being entirely naked is not necessary for pleasure, joining, or for love. He knows enough of the Fool to know that being trusted with the Fool's nakedness is an overwhelming compliment.
So, while his own nakedness it bears nowhere near the same significance, he undoes the laces and removes his own shirt, first. To show in some small, small way that he gives trust for trust, gives love for love. Then he encloses the Fool in the circle of his arms, before taking the few small steps back to the fire.
On 24 January 2018 at 05:22, afoolsgold - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org</p>
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