Maiuril Open Log and Catch-All [OPEN]

[curruid_coinchenn]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and various
When: Throughout Maiuril
Where: Various places
What: Many things
Warnings: None so far, check thread headers for specific warnings



[ 1. Ashes to ashes again ]

[ The rains from last month means that Berserker has yard work to handle. Weeds to pull, flowers to plant, and more. Of course this means he's in the front yard of his house, completely bare from the waist up. He only has on a pair of worn trousers and sturdy work boots. The side benefit of the weather is that he can warm himself doing this. It also means that his scars are on full display, for better or worse.

Berserker notices he's being watched and lifts his head. He yanks up a hardy weed that normally needs a tool for removal without putting much effort into it, then drops it with an annoyed grunt. ]

What? Is there a problem here?

[ 2. The sunlight that shines overhead - NSFW potential option ]

[ Again, it's warm enough he can take advantage of the sunlight. This time, he ventures away from his home to the rooftops of the outer city. It's mostly abandoned and sparsely populated, which means that Berserker sunbathing nude on a rooftop is unlikely to be noticed.

Unlikely, but not impossible. He lays flat on his stomach, his scarred wings stretched out to catch the most sun. His tail covers his butt, at least, though it's obvious he's completely naked. He raises his head, realizing he's not alone, to cast an annoyed glance back over his shoulder. ]

Why are you here? Go somewhere else.

[ 3. Wildcard ]

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[kuroi_taiyo]

Problem?

[ Why is it automatically assumed that someone has a problem? Judar can't figure it out.

Though it really is a nice day. He'd been walking around, able to enjoy that there was a good amount of sun again, without the prickle of some winter coat making it uncomfortable. The fact that one of his neighbors was outside, topless and hard working, was a benefit to the day. A somewhat distracting benefit, but it's not as if he was in the rush to do anything. ]

A very well-built and attractive dragon is working outside, with muscles that can be seen and appreciated. I can't see any way that it's a problem. Especially for a neighbor.

[ If that's wrong, he can make up for it. ]

If there's anything you're having trouble getting a grip on, I can give it a controlled growth boost. The faun benefit of nature magic.

[ As useless as it seems to be in battle, as far as he can tell. ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker narrows his eyes with a huff through his nose. ]

I'm not out here to be gawked at.

[ He's shirtless for practical reasons. He tosses the weed he'd pulled up aside with a shrug. His focus remains mostly on his work, yanking up another hardy weed as he talks. ]

It's too soon to tell if anything needs help. Most of this has only just been planted.

[kuroi_taiyo]

No, it's just a benefit for those around you.

[ Even if Judar's version of being 'around' is literally being a door or two away, and having plenty of opportunities to pass by. He knows well enough that this was the dragon being very practical. ]

Mm, I didn't mean that. Though go ahead and grab me later on for that if it seems like anything needs it. I meant that if any of those weeds have been snapping off before you can get the roots up, I can give a controlled growth so it'll just grow at the top for a better attempt.

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[piromare]

( the outer city... well, there's not much for lio to do but explore his surroundings. the understanding that he will be able to one day fly around is somewhat encouraging, though some of his changes have been gentle to him so far. he's aware that there are dangers out here, but he's positive he get his bearings straight without exposing himself to too many problems. jumping from roof to roof is the best way to travel, keeping him somewhat safe, and by wearing less clothes (a white shirt that doesn't hide the feathers peeking out and his black pants with the straps) he can keep somewhat cool in the nice weather.

whether the sunbathing dragon is one of those dangers, though...?

well, he is naked. even lio can tell that. is that the threatening part, he's not really sure. )

Am I blocking the sun?

( he checks. doesn't seem like it, though. )

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Considering he has weaponized his nudity previously to get people to leave him alone, it is potentially threatening. For now, he doesn't move much. He looks Lio over with indifferent eyes. A harpy, maybe...? Or a chimera, perhaps. Still in the early stages of transformation, the poor bastard. ]

No. But I came out here to be alone. [ Berserker pauses as he rolls over onto one side, tail draping over his hip to keep himself somewhat decent. ] Why are you even here?

[piromare]

( his attention goes from berserker's face to his tail, where he then immediately looks up at the sky instead. something about staring at it brings him some odd comfort and settles his nerves, though he's not exactly anxious about anything in particular. )

It may sound strange, but I've been feeling restless while walking in the streets. Being around people, too.

( lio rolls his shoulders, letting out one long and slow breath. )

Alone, huh. ( he snorts softly. ) Sunbathing?

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ There's something to be said about being in the presence of a predator, even with one as indifferent as Berserker is. He still exudes an aura of danger, mostly due to how cold his gaze is (his general size doesn't help, either). ]

I understand. [ His instincts make him less than personable -- even without the help of his transformation, he was never much for people. ] There's no peace to be found in the city.

[ As for the question, Berserker grunts in annoyance. ]

Obviously. Being cold-blooded is in a pain in the ass. This is the best way to warm myself...Clothes only get in the way.

[piromare]

( he remembers the lizards that crawled around in the desert, how they sat in the sun... they also enjoyed being near the burnish camp; after all, a place full of people wielding fire would be heaven for anything cold-blooded.

anyways, berserker is certainly big! maybe the biggest monster he's seen, yet lio isn't feeling particularly fearful. not yet, anyway. he's not one to back down in the first place. )

I'm not used to feeling cold. ( and he's not a huge fan; the chill makes him feel sluggish as well, but probably not to the same extent berserker probably feels. ) I had a lot of experience working with fire.

( that's a pretty simple explanation, as lio crouches down, leaning forward to let the sun cover the top of his head and his shoulders. )

... I'm guessing not a lot of people willingly head out to this part of the city. Is it really that dangerous?

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ It's a bit weird to talk to a stranger like this when he's laying around naked. If Lio's not bothered by it, he's not going to go to the trouble of covering himself up. He shifts to lay on his back, looking up at the sky. Laid bare as he is with his tail alongside him now, the extent of his transformation is even more clear. ]

Yes. Shades will get in here sometimes and if you aren't capable of fighting them, it's easy to get infected or even killed.

[ Berserker closes his eyes. It's clear he doesn't view Lio as a threat at all. ]

Who are you, anyway? I'm Ciarán Cú.

[ In his state of undress, it feels like the course of a normal conversation skipped a few steps. ]

[piromare]

Ah, are those what I saw lumbering about?

( they reminded him of shells or husks. he felt sympathy towards the ones that looked more or less resigned to their fate, shambling about while keeping their heads down--- some humanoid, some monstrous. either way, he felt that he was safe while bouncing from rooftop to rooftop. )

I can't imagine any of them catching me.

( and lio isn't particularly offended or surprised by berserker's nudity. his eyes may occasionally linger, but he's naked for a reason. it's not like he wanted someone to ogle him, right? )

Lio Fotia. ( a beat, then: ) I assume you're more than capable of fighting them off, if they somehow happened to reach you here.

[curruid_coinchenn]

More than likely, yes. Glowing white eyes...As long as you can outrun them, you're safe.

[ He doesn't open his eyes as he talks, content to bask in the sun like this. Even if Lio were ogling him, he can't particularly mind that, either; it's not as if he doesn't know he's easy on the eyes (and, you know, naked). Lio is probably the best company he's had in this sort of circumstance and a nice change from someone panicking and trying to get Berserker to cover up.

He finally opens his eyes, looking over at Lio. ]

And you're right. They're no threat to me. [ He sits up and leans back on his hands, folding his wings in some. ] ...You're a recent arrival, I take it. So what are you? If you know for certain, that is.

[ Berserker was a stubborn idiot when he arrived and refused to let the Coven test him, so his transformation into a dragon was a surprise. ]

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[judgementor]

[He doesn't get out in the daylight much, not anymore, but he's passing by in the shade of building opposite when he catches the other person's eye and briefly pauses to observe. Berserker is familiar to him, thoug he couldn't say that they know one another.]

No.

[They do just keep meeting like this, don't they?]

Would you accept an extra pair of hands?

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ He's familiar with the behavior of vampires -- he's Bonded to one, after all -- so the way Red Wine keeps to the shade doesn't particularly surprise him. The other man isn't unfamiliar to him, so his offer isn't met with outright hostility, at least. ]

Are you going to insist if I say no?

[ Berserker's not going to say no, if only because pulling weeds is an annoying task. ]

[judgementor]

No.

[But he doesn't move off just yet, because he hasn't been told no... and maybe some company that isn't going to ask him annoying questions would be welcome at the moment.

Berserker has not struck him as the type to ask annoying questions.]

Were you planning to say no?

[curruid_coinchenn]

Yes, but...

[ An extra set of hands would help. The house had been abandoned until he and his Bonded moved in and the yard hadn't been touched much since then. He had a vague recollection of Red Wine; neither of them had a penchant for useless chatter. There's certainly worse company to have right now. ]

Fine. Start pulling up the weeds around the beds. [ He doesn't offer a tool to help with that or anything because he forgets he's a dragon sometime and has unusual strength compared to most others. ] You can do that much, can't you?

[judgementor]

[One corner of his mouth twitches in a small, amused smile and he crosses the street - wincing just slightly under the sunshine - to join him in the garden. The first thing he does before undertaking anything is remove his coat, waistcoat and the ruffled collar at his throat, setting them all aside (over a wall, a fence, whatever is to hand) before he pushes up his sleeves.]

I'm sure.

[Red Wine may look as if he had never done a days labour in his life, but he has put in many, even while he has been here. He sets to work on the weeds without complaint.]

If you've a trowel spare I'd appreciate it. Otherwise, I can manage.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Of course. Everyone's always so needy when they want to help him -- bring this, let me borrow that. Berserker looks vaguely annoyed (though let's be honest: when doesn't he?) as he just sort of tosses a trowel at Red Wine. Not that he's ungrateful for the help, he's just exceptionally bad at dealing with people. ]

Most vampires aren't eager to work in the daylight like this... [ Berserker seems satisfied with the patch he pulled up as he sets a batch of seedlings down alongside the freshly cleared bed. ] Are you that bored?

[judgementor]

No.

[But something about the question - or perhaps the statement before it - causes a clear (if subtle) reaction. Red Wine ignores the trowel, digs his fingers deep into the dirt and all but wrenches the next weed up out of the ground.]

There's a limit to how much of my personal agency I'm willing to give up to this place. If that means tolerating a little discomfort, then so be it.

for diarmuid, nsfw

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Accompanying Diarmuid to the Coven's library was a distraction. It got him out of the house, away from the endless reminders of Flat's presence. Unfortunately, the distraction only last so long because he gets bored. Diarmuid's been away from the table, looking for something particular; it's long enough that Berserker's boredom gets the better of him.

Instead of waiting for the witch to return, he rises up from his seat and seeks him out. Their Bond makes the game of finding him trivial, but that's okay -- the dragon has a different kind of game in mind. He comes up behind Diarmuid, pressing himself close as he wraps an arm around his waist. Insistent kisses pepper his neck as his free hand slips in between his thighs. ]

You've been studying so hard... [ He murmurs, breath hot against Diarmuid's ear. ] A break's in order, don't you think?

[ua_duibhne]

[Any other day, Diarmuid would have simply grabbed the books he needed and left- much like Berserker, he's not really one for quiet, solemn study- but it's as good a reason to get him out and away from the house as any. It's not really surprising that he's gotten bored- no, what is surprising is how he's apparently decided to handle it.

The witch is looking through a shelf of tomes on healing and toxins when he realises he has company but, before he can look around, a strong arm hooks around his middle and he finds himself pressed up against a very familiar form.]

Cú, what are you-

[He's laughing a little as he glances back but the sound is quickly cut off by a startled intake of breath. Try as he might to look indignant- he can't help but immediately start looking around to see if they're alone- though, he's not really doing much in the way of stopping him. Whether it's the gravel in his voice or the thrill of the situation or something else entirely, Berserker's words go straight to his di-

Flustered, he tries again. As before, though, he's really more bark than bite; Diarmuid sounds reproachful but he can't resist leaning back against him.]

Not here. What if someone notices?

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker gently catches Diarmuid's earlobe between his teeth and gives it a gentle tug. His voice is husky, though playful (as playful as he can get, anyway). Shades of who he truly is shine through right now, for better or worse. ]

No one will notice if you can keep quiet.

[ It's not entirely a lie -- it's late enough that there are few others around right now and they all seem to be focused on their own studies. The pair are hidden by the tall shelves; they're secluded enough to not be obvious, though the danger of being caught still lurks.

He slides his hand up, palming him through the cloth of his trousers. Berserker's own interest in this little game is quite noticeable with their proximity and he can't help but rub against his lover just a little bit. His grip loosens, but he doesn't back away. ]

Turn around...Let me suck you off.

[ He has no excuse for being this vulgar: the moons are nowhere near full. ]

[ua_duibhne]

[His gaze flickers through the gaps in the shelves, to the slither of aisle he can see to his right and the solid wall to his left and, while he knows they aren't alone in here, they aren't in any immediate danger. Immediate danger. That part should worry him but, against all logic, he can already feel his heart begin to pound as Berserker nips at his ear. Seeing this side of him feels like catching a glimpse of something rare and precious and he automatically wants to encourage it.]

They will. [It comes out in a soft, needy sigh. Even now, he's fighting to maintain the cover of a perfect student, continuing to thumb through the book he has in his hands as though nothing is wrong. As he strokes him through his trousers, he keeps his cool, even manages to keep the hitch in his breathing from bleeding into his voice.] We're not exactly subtle.

[He turns a page.

"Let me suck you off."

In five crass words, any blood not already warming his cheeks is promptly diverted southward. There's plenty he can say to disguise his arousal but his body is traitorous in its honesty. Instead of doing exactly as he's told- which is, incidentally, also exactly what he wants to do- he initially only turns slightly, capturing Berserker's lips in a brief kiss.]

... this is why I'm behind in my studies.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ It's too easy sometimes, though not so easy as to be boring. Diarmuid ignoring his attempts to pull him into something potentially dangerous only make him that much more determined. He can't fight the brief, satisfied grin as Diarmuid kisses him -- it's not total victory, but it's a good start. ]

You didn't have to take me with you.

[ Like Berserker wasn't the one that insisted on accompanying him; after Flat's disappearance, it's only natural for him not to want to let his other Bonded out of his sight. That's beside the point right now, however. He gently nudges Diarmuid to coax him to turn around fully, enticing him further with a deeper kiss and a firmer hand on his bulge. ]

Can't stop thinking about it now, can you? [ It might be worse to back away from this now with how hard he's made himself doing this -- a little difficult to hide it. Berserker kisses him again, more insistent. ] How hot and wet my mouth is, my tongue running over your cock...

[ He keeps his voice low, unable to keep the tinge of lust out of it. His eyes flick to the spaces between the shelves, aware of the ever present threat of discovery. ]

Grabbing my horns and fucking my face as I brace myself and take it...

[ua_duibhne]

[He's never thought that this kind of talk would get to him and yet when he hears it from Berserker- the faintest of groans escapes his lips. Against all his instincts, Diarmuid bucks into his touch, forehead coming to rest against Berserker's. He's putty in his hands.]

You're dangerous, you know that? [Diarmuid winds his arms his neck and pulls him in for another kiss. His lips part, inviting him to take as much as he wants from him. When he finally breaks away- or rather, allows Berserker to- it's with another sigh.] What are you doing to me?

[Diarmuid settles back against the shelf. His back arches slightly as he presses himself against Berserker- but he's quick to cover his flushed face with his book, already embarrassed by what they're doing before it's even really begun. This would be unbecoming of anyone, let alone a knight.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Dangerous, indeed. He greedily accepts the affection, giving a pleased hum at that messy, wanting kiss. ]

I'm helping you live a little...

[ Teasing and affectionate.

With a final glance around, Berserker drops to his knees. He makes quick work of opening Diarmuid's fly, pulling his cock free. His wings wrap around his shoulders to at least make it a little less obvious what's really going on here -- not that it really helps much, even the most casual of looks would reveal the truth.

He looks up at Diarmuid as he starts to stroke him. The scent of his arousal is enough to draw a quiet groan from him. His hand wraps around the base as he runs his tongue along the under side of the shaft. He teases the head for a moment, tracing the ridge of it with his tongue, before taking it into his mouth properly. Berserker knows he needs to be quick about this, yet he seems to be in no hurry. ]