Aguril Catch-All Prompts (open and closed)

[silentsavant]

Who: Soren and the Aefengang (that's you guys....)
When: Anytime in Aguril
Where: your heart's desire.... or wherever the prompt designates
What: Open and closed prompts for events and quests and whatever strikes our mutual fancies. Prompts are in the comments.
Warnings: Minor blood. Mimes. Will add warnings as/if they come.

If you would like to plot a custom starter for your character, feel free to hit me up at wingything or my CR plotting meme comment! I absolutely love tailoring threads for just one character. Feel free to create your own starter in the comments below if there is something different you have in mind (wildcard option??).

➤ Red-String Strung Along. Soren and some poor shmuck (your character) discover that they are ~destined to be~ via the red string spell that went haywire. Original prompt can be found here.

➤ Match Made. Two prompt flavors: help Soren try to find mates for difficult customers, or get paired up with him for a complimentary date instead and see if you can get him to say yes. Quest page can be referenced here under the part-timer quest titled Match Made.

➤ Forget-Me-Nots. Two prompt flavors: Soren experiences pleasant memories while picking flowers, and then there's the option where one of those flower-loving foxes bites him, causing him to accidentally poke himself on the toxic thorns. Quest page can be referenced here.

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[silentsavant]

[ that little beardie wave is cute and all, but it's winning no points from soren, who is ticked off! and what's worse than being ticked off by someone? being hormonal and helplessly attracted to them...

needless to say, he has quite a few bees in his bonnet. he gets up from falling flat on his grumpy face and thumps him on the chest. ]

You should have been sorry before you started jerking me around like that. What did you think was going to happen?

[usurpers]

[ soren’s punches on eren probably make that sound when flats tries to kick spongebob’s butt. at least the disgruntled slant in the other dragon’s brows does . . . little in changing eren’s expression: big eyes just staring down, and an intrusive tongue flipping out to tickle and taste the top of soren’s head, or the start of it. ]

Something else would come out. [ like . . . food? a knife? an apparition. he didn’t know, spells were immensely capricious. ] Are you hurt?

[ pulling his arm up, eren dips to take a look at the (probably) rising other hand that’s tangled in this mess, that is, if soren doesn’t forcefully yank back. ]

[silentsavant]

[ you aots are all the same, aren't you? yanking on your strings; sticking your long sensory appendages out to poke poor soren in the head... not that he's thinking this whatsoever. he's mostly just bothered by the getting licked part on top of being pulled, and how easy it is to rile him up with something so primitive, so stupid. especially by eren, who radiates sex appeal more than usual. he just wants to live his life... he looks away, frowning, and huffs, but doesn't jerk his hand away. ]

I'm not hurt. I'm just annoyed and inconvenienced.

[usurpers]

[ eren just has this natural smolder to him. just look at him, every hover of his arm wings look like a glistening FLEX and his tall, scaly complexion the dark side of a tempting moon . . . beckoning for sin.

but really he’s just standing there. ]

Then you’re ready to break this.

[silentsavant]

...

[ breaking it means communicating his true feelings. it's not that he has any trouble telling people his honest opinion of them (especially when it's not flattering...), but when it comes to eren in particular, it's... not something he finds easy to translate into language. and moreover, thanks to horny!vision, he can't stop fixating on one particular aspect of their relationship.

he heaves a big sigh and looks him in the eyes, frowning. he hasn't gotten any less sexier. his tail brushes the earth behind him and thumps lightly. he takes his hand back and crosses his arms. ]

I'll go first, then. I find you... inexplicably handsome. From a purely physical standpoint, I cannot resist you. [ he looks so serious about this, and yet... he cannot keep his cheeks from getting a little pinker.] You also intrigue me. The nightmarish experiences that have whetted you into who you have become now seem beyond my capacity to imagine, but I can tell that your unique hardships have made you redoubtably strong.

[ okay, the pinkness is mellowing out a bit as the topic becomes more sober, and he lowers his vision to look straight ahead, actually capable of seeing past the hunky dreamlizard before him. ] With strength such as yours comes immense burdens. I'm not presumptuous enough to say that I understand them. We all shoulder them differently. But I can see them in you like a sailor only fathoms dark, living shapes moving beneath surface of the sea. It's never been any of my business to ask, but... [ he shakes his head. ] no, it's nothing. I appreciate all you have done to help push me to grow as I am in this body now, and I hope that by helping you to restore Creia, I have repaid your efforts sufficiently. There. I ended up rambling for more than I probably needed, but... there it is.

[usurpers]

[ that was so packed with detail that for the first few moments of listening and even after, it seems as if the dragon has. stopped! froze. the blue screen of death. he is in need of a reboot. his pupils have engorged and thinned so many times as opinions were given and painted colorfully— not sweetly but certainly colorful and intricate and even poetic. luckily, eren wasn’t one to feel like he’d fall short when curtness was simply the way he’s spoken his whole life, but. he does blink. enough that the silence becomes awkward. did he care that he was handsome or desired? not particularly. did he care that soren was at least minimum lay aware that there was something to him? more interest pique him there than his appearance.

it’s nothing, indeed. perhaps the final bundle of experience was what stuck out the most for him, believe it or not. breathing in, eren’s tail flops from one side to the other. ]

You don’t have to repay me for . . . Anything. [ he was not as deserving of any sort of compensation. chewing the inside of his mouth, eren pulls up the finger tied to the string, with one half weakened to its fullest. now it’s him. ] I just wanted to help you. We share similar experiences, so I know sometimes . . . I understand you.

[ had that been it—? it’s still tight. there was something that he was compelled to address. ]

When we’re together you only let me think of one thing. Freedom— nothing else matters during those times, and that . . . Gives me peace. Even if it’s temporary.

[ immediately after, the strings burst into a confetti blast of magical mini fireworks, and they are left with. hm. truths.

eren seems to be staring at soren, now with something odd: his cheek scales are showing off in a brand new color! ]

[silentsavant]

[ oh. the mood of the moment is rather... touchy, isn't it? in other words, soren has a bit of a heart-on. he would never admit it, but that color sweetening eren's cheeks is endearing.

soren has already revealed that eren's truths have bored into him by way of his wide-eyed and careful reception.

it's difficult not to want to take eren somewhere right now and foster that powerful feeling he just confessed to. now that the words linger between them this way, soren has come to recognize it, too. freedom...

he thinks of ike for a moment. he thinks of ike a lot. the deep blue back of his head against the sky, the chatter of birds leaping through branches, catching insects on the wing in summer, soaring on thermals way up high, unrestricted by gravity and inspiring wonder with the boundlessness of where their natural gifts could take them: anywhere. he feels, for a moment, what he felt in such a prosaic snapshot of a memory like that. whatever hangs here is this. whatever they share, even if it's a fleeting crash of their bodies beyond the walls of cities, nothing but their bodies moving together in combat or otherwise, erases all of the useless noise that crowds his brain when the freedom to be with who he loves beyond his own life's worth is denied him.

soren lowers his sights, for looking at eren right now is a little too much. his tail tucks loosely close to himself as if in shyness. ]

Yes... Freedom. I think... I reciprocate that.

[ you can be done confessing, soren! and yet here you are, having human emotions. ]

[usurpers]

[ what was freedom to eren, now? was it still a vast canvas clean of the cruelty he came to know? if it were, he’d still be trying to return home to see it, to feel it: a sky that only he would see, and a world he could travel away from its impurities. now . . . no, lately, doubt has reached him in what he saw, and liberty came in the small pockets of time where worry wouldn’t beseech him to cease. it would simply happen, and he would . . . exist. exist in peace, alone or whilst sharing his space.

so, when he comes to think of that, with the silence beginning to gather and the awkward stillness the air meets despite being spectators to such a lovely little firework show— eren’s intense gaze remains, but his lips!! his lips pull down in a frown of growing embarrassment. or shyness, as well? his mind is caught wandering to the “sharing” part of grass being torn and frames a wave just by, oh, there, he went and did it, the eye dart. the thing you do when you try not to look at something (lips, neck, then eyes) and end up doing so anyway. the dragon’s brows seem to clinch slightly where they meet by the space of his forehead, and there his color changes again, dawning an influx of more purple hues.

he was honest usually, but it didn’t mean he had an easy time expressing what he felt sometimes. he doesn’t even know what to say anymore— see you later? it is stuck. in his throat.

soren would be surprised to find that the only way eren can express anything right now was to give the other dragon’s gut a “harmless“ jab. how “harmless” depends on soren’s intake. ]

[silentsavant]

Ah- oof...

[ his hands were flying to that spot, but too late... now they're just clutching himself not in any significant pain but as a reflex slightly delayed by the distraction of eren's evolving expression and because it still knocks the wind from him. his gut isn't exactly armored by scales in this form... he squints up at eren petulantly and offers his thigh a quick tail lash in retaliation. ]

What was that for...

[ he actually doesn't understand!! is he mad at him for embarrassing him? flirting aggressively with him? soren doesn't speak the language of friendly jabs. ]

[usurpers]

[ so, that’s the game they’re playing. cool. eren accepts it. would readily accept hitting people than talking about this anymore. with his thigh chafing the hit, he moves his way forward with a shove, and his face: the same way. purple and utterly embarrassed. ]

Let’s just go.

[ together????? who knows. he just wanted to start walking, away from standing still and looking meek. ]