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[open] Inkchanted things, Quests, some general prompts

Who: Cú Chulainn (Caster) and you!
When: through Mareuer
Where: Aefenglom, the Wilde
What: Inkchanted things, Quests, some random prompts
Warnings: one of the quests could go NSFW, will update if necessary

INKCHANTED, business hours

[ Even before opening the business harbor has been very familiar to Cú. Now it's closing onto the range of "second-home" especially as the staff's room of Inkchanted allows crashing over for a night. Something both he and Waver have been doing not just once, or twice. Workshop and office rooms certainly helps. Now with the daily rhythm, of coming here everyday it starts to feel even more so. Though Cú's also aware that while right now the familiarity is grounding, it might one day become something he feels tired of.

It is not yet that day, and it is not close any time soon. ]

A )
[ Should you arrive in early hours, just before opening, or just before closing, you might find him inside, unceremoniously working a tattoo into his own skin. It's still might be very much in progress or close to what it is intended to be, depending on the day of the visit. A clear sound of a bell rings every time someone opens the front door even if the bell itself is not connected to the door, and placed in the main room ]

Ah, are you here for a session or to set up one? [ Caster tilts his head seeing early/late client or guest, but does nothing to dissuade them to leave ] Come in here, it's empty for now.

B )
[ Entering during the proper business hours guarantees a similar, welcoming treatment. No one is put away, albeit they might need to put you on the calendar first, depending on what kind of spell or design you'd like to take. Paintings and small tattooed spells, or touch-ups can be made on the spot should there not be anyone on the chair (or someone has canceled appointment), larger projects typically need to be put on the calendar.

Any inquires regarding the materials in enchantment used will be answered, but if someone askt the question of too much detail he will put his finger to lips and playfully declare it a trade secret. ]

｢ ooc: if your character participated in the battery-charging fun at the beginning of February/or got a tattoo/painting already, and you'd want to handwave some initial introductions, let me know. The tattoos are ICly handled by CU, painted spells by Waver, only they need to be at the end enchanted by a witch after finishing (either Cu or Iskandar, depending on the type of spell). More info here, there's also a pinterest board for a reference for the tattoos/magical batteries/and jewelry available and also for a board for decor made by tryhard ｣

QUEST #2 - L'Amourtentia (can go NSFW)

[ Maybe the bubbling energy comes from the official mark of his recovery, maybe it's the side-effects of the Moons (or rather whatever bleeds on the Bond he has with his Monsters), but enjoying the evening, the bars, and everything else the Entertainment District has to offer to the fullest— it just seems like that type of night today. Sometimes this is exactly where the city feels more alive.

Perhaps that's how Cú finds himself, and so do few other people, handed the samples of famed Kiss of the Rose. What an unexpected surprise. ].

It would be rude to refuse such a gift, no? [ There's teasing lilt to his voice, playing it off as a joke. But truth is, he can't really refuse food or drink being handed to him by a woman. He's not willing to try breaking off his geis, besides it's not like he's opposed to it in the first place. ]

And there are a few places around that would allow the quiet spot to drink.[ Lounges are one, pleasure houses are other if the drink really could work as advertised. ] Though last time they were giving these there were mazes covering the district to give one another a chase

[ Ah yes, Litha. That was fun. ]

QUEST #3 - Strae

[ It takes a moment to gather all the information needed. Seeking a fabled flower to save the love of one's life— good material for a story, but... it's close to a sad ending, isn't it? Fortunately, a few rounds of drinks and an acquainted Wilder confirms the existence of said flower ]

Sorrowful Sapling tree— Truly a crying tree they said. Looks like we got a large area to cover if we want to find it, let's make it on time.

[ That's the last moment to check supplies and get some new ones before heading out. All the equipment for the expedition, check. Some alchemical tools to extract and transport the flower. If not for the threat of Cwyld in the marked area, he'd take his druid staff but this time he opted for a dragon-scale spear. It's lined with carved enchantments and needs just a bit of magic to activate the spells— magic is effective against the Cwyldtid. ]

Are you ready? [ The expedition is marked by an air of sombreness and urgency, but there is still something almost up-beat about going outside the city. ]

WILDCARD + shorter prompts

｢ ooc: Wildcard aka hit me with whatever, but also a few prompts/facts that are a thing but didn't get their own prompt. If you're interested in any of that let me know and I can write you a starter, or just hit me with yours :

- occasionally he can be found fishing in quieter spots of the harbor
- just meeting him at some kind of bar crawl is easy enough for more social situations
- alternatively, he also hangs around DiplomaTea, prefers this place to study/research spells in fact
- Coven lessons, while his general specialization fluctuates between Evocation-Enchantment-Alchemy for the first time ever he can be found attending Abjuration classes. Yes, he is starting to study healing and protection spells.
- can be found chilling in the garden of his cottage, spending time with very lethargic and zzz Petalwolf (looks they prefer burying for winter most of the time). The gardens remain green despite the winter thanks to a combination of his own Enchantments and Fauns magic. A spot for plants that require winter hibernation has been made outside of the green zone. While Garden Warfare seems to be paused, be warned that trespassers might still accidentally walk onto, screaming plants ant the like.

I'm always open for plotting through plurk aetarna, discord: shuu#0043 or PM ｣

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[Caster's reaction sparks his own. Archer has been hoping for it, after all the time spent recovering. He leans so close that he can feel the warmth seeping off his lover's skin. So close that his lips brush Caster's cheek.]

They have comfortable beds. Comfortable and sturdy. [it's something he heard from the madame, not what he knows from experience.]

[ The kisses, the affections, the softer forms of intimacy forced by the recovery... there were a time and place for that. But there is no denying that the mention of comfortable (sturdy) beds, sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. ]

And even a wider variety of drinks I heard. [ Not that they really need them to get going, but it's a curious thing to try. The gifts come first though. As they get close a soothing music and singing can be heard from inside— if they can afford artists to perform, that's a good sign. The inside proves to be luxurious and comfortable, dotted with comfortable sofas and chairs, often with panels offering privacy. Some couples are just warming-up here with a bit of food and flirting, others might be waiting for the short-term rooms to open.

They are quickly approached by a lady working here, with wide smile, and an elaborate updo showing of the column of her neck. "Welcome! What are you looking for tonight? Can I help you with anything?"

Cú can't help himself and offers her a grin ] My partner was interested in how this place works...

[It's different. Perhaps it's the Moons, perhaps it's the mischievous smile his Witch offers. Perhaps it's the timbre of his partner's voice. Perhaps it's all of it and the realization that tonight it will be just them, healed and - more or less - whole. The thought is enough to heat his blood.]

We're interested in renting a room for the whole night. [Archer tugs strand of blue hair teasingly. He's heard enough during his work here, which - surprisingly enough - was metalwork, an ornate stair rail decorated with roses that are the namesake of this place. Providing rooms and company as well as sex toys and drinks (that are often a sample from local suppliers and impossible to steal from the house.] Soft, with a whole variety.

[Which means a simple room with bed and a choice of toys.]

[ Ah, here he was hoping to maybe fluster Archer a bit, but once again he proved that he's a tough opponent. The woman leads them on an upper floor, and tells them to wait by the sofa for a bit, as she looks for a free room in the register. ]

I can't believe it— [ He says with a chuckle ] You really do know your way around here.

[ Also knowing that there are certain keywords in places of this sort that determine what you're getting... his mind certainly wandered elsewhere. The fact that Archer simply did commissioned work for the house does not cross his thoughts. ]

I worked here some months ago. [Archer informs him in deadpan manner then waits for his reaction. Ten seconds, twenty— he cracks up and gestures at the stair railing.] That's my handwork.

[He can be horrible when he wants to.]

There's a tale about this house and roses painted on the windows. Something about a famous painter and the woman he loved. He painted a rose for her each time she smiled.

[ There must be something more to it... there must. Cú just stares at him in silence, eyes wide open, owlish and unblinking. Trying to imagine Archer in one of the uniforms here, as an attendant, host or— it comes easier than he expected. Had he wanted, Archer could blend in. Knowing him better, he suspects it's out of his water, but also knows that if Archer HAS to adapt, he will.

Then his face falls when the bastard mentions metallurgy. He registers the story told and it brings his attention to the roses, realizing how many of them are here ]

He must have cherished each one of them very much. [ Each window has one big rose and a dozen smaller ones. Flowers hidden within flowers, and on the frame. It would be an insane ordeal to count all of them just in the hall ] But still, there's a finite number of windows, and you can fit only a few dozens of roses on each.

[ Oh, he knows the romantic story when he hears one. But is it meant to be happy or a sad one, that remains unclear. Some people go through hundreds of smiles daily. ] Makes you wonder if he got to see her as much as he'd like.

[ Busy lives, busy people. That's why they're here, stealing this moment to live in it. He squeezes Archer's hand as he adds ] Makes you realize it didn't matter, for every of these moments was well spent.

It was so long ago that no one remembers, and every person chooses the version they like the most. But they are remembered. Her smiles and his love.

[Archer's voice sounds surprisingly soft and quiet as he raises his lover's hand to his mouth and kisses part of it hidden by the glove. Again and again, tenderly and without hurry or hesitation. Moving lower and lower until his lips touch where new scars are hidden. Archer doesn't hesitate, his lips following the lines he remembers perhaps too vividly.]

Those moments will be well spent, Cú.

[ One arm is healed as if nothing happened, but the other— scars remain where a new skin was grafted onto the flesh. Scars on their own, don't bother him. It's the questions they might bring. Hence the gloves, for peace of mind.

But Archer knows very well what he's doing, knows where each of them is and— anyone else would make him tense and pull his hand away most likely. Not this man, though. They were through this together, they were hurt with an intention to hurt another as their captors become aware of their Bond.

Not thoughts he wanted to return now, but it's part of who they are now, pretending it didn't happen would be a mistake. So he brushes his hand gently on Archer's wide shoulder, where once scales were taken off. Then— he closes his eyes, taking in how the chapped lips feel on his skin, feel through the thin fabric of the glove. ]

Every second of them— and tonight, there is nothing else but you in my eyes. [ One could think this kind of place is ill-fitted for romantic words, but then it springs a story of myriad of roses and beloved smiles on you. ] I think they found us a room.

[ He adds as he hears the steps approaching them. Right on time ]

[Having his gesture misunderstood is a possibility, so Archer tries to make it obvious. It's not about memory and what hides under the scars.]

You are beautiful. [he murmurs when Cú touches his shoulder. That soft, tender touch makes him want to give his lover new memories to cherish and erase the worst ones.] Never doubt it.

[The woman leads them through the corridor as she quietly explains the house rules. Enchantments are allowed, of course, just away from the windows. Drinks and ointments are included, although if they desire more than provided amount they have to pay additional fee. Should they wish for anything more they need to ring and the staff will deliver, the same if they wish for a company. She shows them the room - nice and cosy one, with wide comfy bed, and bids them goodbye after ascertaining they have everything they want.]

[ There's an unmistakable flicker of warmth and fondness on their link, and maybe a tiny bit of something that could be identified as a fluster. Receiving compliments is a curious thing. ]

Come here, pretty boy. [ The door behind the woman barely shut and Cú drapes his arms around Archer, pushing him against the wall. All the soft beds in the world can't take his attention away from the lips he wants to kiss right now. And it can't even be blamed on the drink they had, he's just— really touch starved.

The idea of making new memories speaks to him, and he wastes no time. Even if once again he realizes he has to stand on his toes just to steal a kiss ]

I'm not a boy. [Archer protests even when he reaches for his lover, pulling him closer, and kisses back. Cú is the best addiction he's ever had and he can never get enough— of touch, of taste, of the mana shared freely, of warm presence of their Bond, of physical presence next to him. Impatiently his hands slide under the fabric to feel bare skin— not for long. Kiss that starts sweet turns passionate and Archer tangles fingers in blue hair needing to tilt his lover's head just so.]

[ There's just a tiny bit of playful resistance into that tilt, just enough that Archer can feel it. Just so Cú can get to better feel the tug. He presses into the offered touch, giving his lover plenty to feel when the hand runs across the skin. A pleased hum, allowing the kiss to go as slow and unhurriedly as Archer wants—

But there is unmistakable hunger in how he presses against his lover, one that can be felt on their link. ]

Not denying you're pretty— [ He whispers warmly when he breaks a kiss for a moment, trailing his lips in the direction of Archer's ear, as his fingers start to unbutton the black shirt Archer wears. ]

[That playful tease is how his lover is, and it's what Archer enjoys a lot. Making him feel appreciated and wanted. Making him want to make his lover feel it too.]

How am I to deny if my partner considers me so? [he teases back, pushing his knee lightly between Caster's legs. Then, starting from waist up, his fingers find the clasps and ties that hold his Bonded's robes together. So close he can almost taste mana on his tongue, the taste and sensation unmistakable.]

[ One thing that can be definitely told about Caster's choice of fashion— it comes undone easily. Few clasps are undone, and what seemed like almost elaborate clothing, falls apart. He could slide out of most of it easily if he wanted— but that doesn't seem like a good reward for this boldness ]

I like that answer. [ His touch becoming possessive now, the press of his body a bit more insistent. Gods, was this the drink they had? Or is he that impatient? Even the place they've landed is a dream-like bubble where they can focus on nothing else but each other. No duties, responsibilities, other people.A brief pause followed by a more passionate, and less careful approach. Archer's shirt open wide, hand hungrily trailing on the plane of his chest and teeth nipping at his jaw ] Hope I'm not ruining your plans...

[Archer chuckles, a low pleasant sound that vibrates in his chest and throat - Cú can feel it under his hands, under his lips. Warm, unmistakable affection flows through their link as his fingers stroke the nape of Caster's neck.]

It's hard to ruin plans that consist of you and only you. [beneath the teasing lilt there's warmth and— love. The same feelings that light grey eyes whenever Archer looks at his Bonded. Impatience thrums over their link, urging him to touch more of Cú. Warm hands roaming over his own chest, warm body pressing against him— Archer presses against his Witch, shifts his knee to force Cú's legs further apart and slides his hands under the robe. His Bonded enjoys wearing robes, and he enjoys commissioning the outfits from a few gifted tailors they met (and modelled for) during Lunasa.]

We have a whole night to indulge ourselves.

[ How delightfully devious— Cú got no choice but straddle that thigh, resting his weight as he feels it lift just a bit. Pinning a tall dragon to the wall seems to be task met with difficulties, but that's what he finds fun about it. Feels more like he's leaning into Archer's arms than pinning him to the wall though. ]

It's been so long since we had a chance to. [ There's a weariness that threatens to tug at the edges of his smile and he does not try to hide it. They're doing something positive for a change, if selfish. There's been a lot of good steps made so far, starting with that Faiolleach night.

But never since then, they did allow themselves to be selfish in this way. A spontaneous night of passion, a beautiful idea and all more exciting that it came from his Dragon. ]

A daring knight and a dashing rogue— [ The kiss that follows is open-mouthed and demanding, and a sense of need very clearly running across their connection. He could swear he could taste the drinks ] —tell me more of that story.

[For every challenge Cú answers it and ups the ante or issues his own one. The thrill of the chase doesn't fade even when he surrenders, for he does it with rare grace. It is not a game neither the challenge; each of them gives the other his best.

It may be selfish, but it's what his Witch deserves— and what he wants too. Archer pulls Cú closer, one hand resting on the small of his back, as he kisses back almost lazily. Slow, thorough, and just as demanding, ending with a light nip.]

Their first meeting was in a battle, when the rogue was all too happy to test the knight's skill. [he murmurs, recalling his first clash with Lancer.] It was short, fierce and violent but both enjoyed it. For the knight it was the first time he's got to test his skills with such opponent.

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[ The story sets a nice tone and the red of Cú's eyes gain that unmistakable glint. His touch becomes even warmer as he imbues it with bits of his flame-magic as he lets his hand wander down Archer's chest and stomach. The warmth that fire-dragon hopefully appreciates.

Finding the perfect moment when Archer takes a break to steal another kiss— doing his best to keep going slow, but it's a bit rougher than before. ]

It ended in a draw before any satisfying conclusion could be met. [ Cú lowers his voice almost to a purr. He's making it up as he goes, as he thinks Archer is doing, but his hands sneak back to grasp at the edges of the open shirt ] Such a shame. A duel like that would be a great experience to repeat, perhaps this time with a definite result. But let's be real, the knight was expected to come on top in that.

[ He yanks Archer off the wall, returning more firmly on the floor, so he can turn them around in the direction of the bed ]

[Warmth invirogates him, giving him much needed energy. Colder months are annoying, even if he isn't forced to hibernate he does need heat to stop feeling so sluggish.

Archer almost stumbles at first but catches himself as he's walked backwards to the bed. Well, why not fall onto it taking Cú down too? And he does so with a grin.]

They did repeat it some time later. This time rogue was serious, but knight couldn't stop himself from admiring his form. The way he moved, the way he fought— [he pulls his lover close to claim those tempting lips as he divests him of clothing. Granted, Cú never wears much, prefering clothes that offers a fair view of his assets.]

[ It's one thing to parade in undone clothes and it's another to lose them entirely. The fabric of his top slides down, tugged by Archer's insistent hand and falls onto the floor discarded. They're already making a mess— truly a testament on how they needed this. The long gloves stay and Cú makes no effort to take them off. For once, he already knows that Archer likes the view— scars are not something he wants to be reminded of, would be a second reason.

And there is a third one— one that comes into picture when his lips are released, and he raises to straddle his lover more comfortably— namely that his gloved palm offers a different sensation when he slides his hand, tracing the curves of Archer's abs ]

Sounds by it that knight was becoming distracted, enjoying the view a little too much. It would be far too easy to just— take advantage of that. [ He hums thoughtfully as his fingers trace into the valley between the muscles. Dark skin, scale coverage on the side. In those few months of changes and adapting— there is no denying on how simply the "powerful" look Archer has gained.

Damn right, distracted ]

[Cú is most distracting like now, his chest bare, long gloves in sharp contrast with pale skin and strands of blue hair tousled over his shoulders and chest. The way his skirt rides low is indecent, as it seems that only belts keep it from falling down. Archer knows from the practice it's not the case. He settles his hands low on Cú's hips and takes time to admire his lover. Navel piercing immediately draws his eye, tonight it's more ornate one, a clear sign that his Bonded has been anticipating it. It's touching to think his partner considers him worthy of such gesture, an admission how important he is.]

Rogue wields his weapon with a rare skill that's worth songs and tales passed generation after generation. His armor leaves little to imagination— [a beat, and breathy, with kiss right below Caster's ear.] I prefer yours.

[ Caster catches that glimmer in his Bonded eyes, feels the echo of appreciation of the view and well— giving of a show costs him nothing and it is but another way to indulge. Slowly and sensually he runs his hand down his own body. Starting from the collarbone, arching his back slightly as he draws his fingers down his chest, biting down on his lip as the caress primed him further.

The story continues and he makes a pleased sound when his Bonded's lips touch his skin. He leans into the touch, L'Amourtentia's effects making his senses all more intense— but he still notices a small part in that story— ]

I think I imagined that rogue a bit different... [ He breaks the tale to voice this slight, amused confusion. Wasn't he supposed to be the knight??? Looks like each of them assumed exactly that which is kind of hilarious ]

[The way Cú moves and shifts is sensual and sexual and it captivates Archer. It has been entirely too long since he's had a chance to see it. Too long since he's seen that teasing and mischievous sparks in crimson eyes. It has been a whole lifetime since he's felt so alive and hot and wanting—

until Caster voices his confusion. He startles and then laughs resting his forehead in the crook of his neck.]

My bad. I'm afraid that I'm not really dashing. Although I may be more of a rogue than the knight. [lopsided smirk curls his lips, but it's mellowed. Well, he did assume the identities based on descriptions without considering that his partner sees him a bit differently.]

Oh, you can be dashing. Like that time when you swept me off for the roof. [ Again. Not the first time. Not the last time. It is kind of amusing they assumed the same role. Cú adjusts his position a bit, moving to sit lower on Archer's thigh as he keeps admiring the dark skin and scales of his torso. Traveling lower until fingers playfully resting on the hem of his pants before he starts to slide them down.

Again patience isn't his strong suit, but fortunately, he is a good tease ] I do find myself more daring.

[ And as if to prove that statement he slides his hand into Archer's underwear, fingers shamelessly curling around his shaft. Still just a tease, a featherlight touch. Though really what he is curious about is what earned him the role of a "rogue" ]

[Archer wants to answer and tease back, but Cú effectively shuts him up. With the aphrodisiac just that light tease makes him gasp. The ring his lover wears is warm but he can feel the difference, just like the fabric of his gloves. Everything is sharper and more intense—]

You're the playfully mischievous one, Cú. [he laughs and runs his hands over his lover's body with appreciation. It's time to enjoy each other to his heart's content— so he pays back for the tease rubbing his thumbs over pink nipples.]

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