Mareuer Quests, Full Moon, and Catch-all [closed]

[curruid_coinchenn]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and various
When: Throughout Mareuer
Where: Throughout the city
What: Lots of things
Warnings: Check thread headers for specifics

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[futhark]

[ Dragons. Dragons and their urges and possessiveness. Enjoy Diarmuid, that kind of attention can be very fun. If you don't mind wearing marks, especially when they were put in places that don't make them easy to hide. Caster surely doesn't, doesn't even bother to cover them unless required— but the Lancer here seems like someone with more exercise in modesty than either of the two Cú's. Both part of his charm, and what kind of makes him a target ]

You can't tell me that's not pleasant— [ The embrace right now he means, even pointing finger at them. ] Sure he got spikes here and there but knows how to be mindful of them.

[ If there is one thing that he should be careful about right now, is giving in to the thought, the thought that says trading places with either of them would be a thing to experience. So instead, more teasing and bullying there ]

Unless you do need to test it at the same time to make sure if it's really pleasant or not.

[ He moves closer as he speaks, making the smallest contact possible— grasping Diarmuid by his wrist and sliding his fingers down and intertwining them with Diarmuid's. Magic crackling between their skin as the residue of Enchantments activates under different energy. ]

[ua_duibhne]

[Instinctively, Diarmuid leans back into his embrace, completely forgetting that they have company in his eagerness to soak up the dragon's heat and scent. You've got him there, Caster. Though he makes every attempt to hide his bruises and battle scars in public, he takes a certain, guilty pleasure in admiring them sometimes, counting the dark blotches and remembering how each one was made. It's a strange feeling to be loved so aggressively but he can't say he doesn't like it- or that he doesn't leave his own fair share of marks on Berserker too.]

I defy anyone to- [wait hold on caster is suddenly very close] Ah-

[Before he has time to react to being inches from the druid's face, Diarmuid finds one hand on his waist and another linking through his. Even without the more literal spark of magic between them as they touch skin-to-skin, the contact feels electric; it sends a shiver through his body that he doesn't have the presence of mind to repress. Diarmuid's aura, heightened by the connection, has a shade distinct from both of theirs: it wanes in comparison to Caster's ethereal glow but waxes like a moon amidst Berserker's darkness.

He catches his breath. In spite of his cool expression, his face is warm.]

... you'll be the death of me. Both of you.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ The marks left on him are marks of pride, really. Berserker doesn't care enough to hide them -- no one would dare say anything. Any glances they get seem to be more of surprise: who would be brave enough to leave such marks on someone as intimidating as him? ]

Mm, maybe a little bit of pleasure before we get down to business.

[ Berserker can't help himself as he stays close to Diarmuid with that gently possessive arm around his waist. With Caster in front of him and the dragon behind, there's no easy escape route from the pair of troublemakers. He presses a kiss to Diarmuid's neck with a brief smirk. ]

If you're interested, that is...

I live... AGAIN!

[futhark]

[ Hashtag that escalated quickly.

But backing off too soon to leave them to their devices would be— almost merciful? There are surely things he could take care of while the lovebirds take care of each other. But that soft inhale of surprise Diarmuid made, that expression, the blush and gleam in beautiful eyes when they both did something unexpected. Oh, Caster does not wish him the death he so proclaims they will cause... but it's hard to resist being a tease.

Maybe it's a way to work out the feelings that awaken now too. Hopefully, he will be able to take a step back when needed ]

Listen how eager he is. [ Amazing on its own, truly ] Can you really say no to him when he gets like that?

[ So far, he takes no step back, remaining almost too close. Diarmuid surely gets to feel the warmth radiating from him, Berserker holding him close— maybe it's all a ploy to have him huff and get shirtless, who knows? ]

I LOST THIS TAG N O

[ua_duibhne]

[It's all too tantalising- but while the most pragmatic part of him is, for so many reasons, immediately set on edge by the arrangement, it's all but drowned out by something more emotional and primal. Caught neatly between someone he loves deeply and another he's admired- fine, been attracted to- from the day they met, he's not really in any place to be thinking sensibly. Particularly not when Berserker's own response is so enthusiastic. That alone sets his pulse racing.

But as much as he'd like to finally give in and kiss him like he's wanted to for so long now, Diarmuid demurs- and not simply out of indecision. It's a little like watching a savvy maiden pretend not to be interested in a suitor's flirtations.]

I'd hate to deny any of us the experience but... [Gently, he lifts Caster's hand to his lips, placing the most disarmingly chaste of kisses upon it.] Is it really wise to steal two hearts in one go, Caster?

[This time, his smile is lazy and teasing, head cocked to the side in a way that might even be called coquettish. While he won't say it out loud for the time being, the casual flirtation in his body language and the glint in his eyes probably speaks for itself: he's game if they are.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ This little game they're playing isn't dangerous, rather it's thrilling. Even the normally hard to excite Berserker's heart is racing. He should probably feel bad for instigating this, but he doesn't. This is just what he does: incite chaos and push people towards doing questionable things. Nothing about this is inherently dangerous, at least. ]

How selfish of you, Caster...

[ Diarmuid's tone and body language speak clear enough for him. His hand splays flat against his stomach, holding him more firmly in place for a moment. ]

...But it seems wasteful to do this here.

[ And just like that, his grip loosen, though he doesn't entirely free Diarmuid from his grasp. ]

We should move somewhere more suitable.