middaeg | Aguril Catch-All Prompts (open and closed)

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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( it was perhaps a little unfair, but aziraphale had been intensely relieved to find that he had been able to partner up with mr soren during this particular endeavour. this was the first month that he was trying his hand at doing something other than part-time work, not that he had had actually been there all that long, but he was incredibly anxious about it. he hardly even knew where to begin! finding himself able to work together with someone who was far more knowledgeable than himself about the area and how it works felt like nothing short of a blessing.

as did the apparent simplicity of the request itself. they just needed to carefully retrieve the seeds of a particular flower and rush them back. it hardly seemed like an issue at all.

or at least until he catches the sharp change in soren's expression. he had been very curt, but not impolite, this entire time with a very serious expression, but now he seemed to have greatly softened around the edges. was that the flowers, he wonders? they did say something about why they needed them. )

Mr. Soren.

( he begins, running the rim of the bag he had been holding for soren to deposit the seeds into between his fingers. )

Has it gotten easier?

( soren blinks up at a.z. fell, a note of mystification in the margins of his dreaminess as he puzzles out why he's asking such a question. what does he mean? it had never been a particularly difficult task. then, it hits him, and he sends his attention back down to his work and releases the handful of seeds into the sack presented, a bit shier than before as he shakes his head and remembers he's not alone. )

Oh... It's nothing. The flowers are just... doing what they're sought after for. ( another breath, another memory breezes by. it's sunset, it's simple, he's talking to ike about nothing important, but it means everything to him. he sighs and smiles to himself against all restraint. ) I can see why they're wanted so much.

( oh.

that's a little uncomfortable. by no stretch of the imagination could he say that he knew soren very well, but he had spoken to him enough to get a fairly decent idea of his personality. he hadn't thought he would see this particular side of him.

at least not so soon? surely?

his gaze flicks over him. )

Ah, yes. I do recall that they were said to be quite comforting.

( and dangerous. )

Were you able to see a pleasant memory?

...Yes. ( so lulled is his aching heart by this cherished and vivid recollection that he leaves himself rather open for aziraphale instead of closing up and deflecting his curiosity. his happiness wanes to something more wistful: still distant, the smile shrinking but still present as he turns his eyes up to the brambles above to reflect. ) It was of my friend.

( they're all of his friend. )

He is not here, so the memories are especially potent.

Oh, that sounds lovely.

( softly said as he moves to kneel down beside where soren is crouched. he thinks that if they were going to have a conversation like this, he should let him know that he had his full attention.

it was so sweet to know that soren had someone who could make him make such an expression. )

It seems like the two of you were rather close. Have you known him long?

( he looks back down, a bit away from aziraphale as he speaks. he's letting him see what really makes him tick at his core, which makes him feel somewhat antsy and exposed, but... at the same time, the mood in the air is helping to drop his guard enough not to just brush him off or change the subject. )

I have known him since we were just children.

( their story is much more complicated and may impart a different impression than simply meeting someone when they were so young, but he can say at least that much. talking about his favorite thing in the world brings him a curious source of joy amid the ache of having been apart from him for over a year, and not on his own terms or with a guarantee that he would ever find him again. )

Edited 2020-09-16 21:49 (UTC)

( how sweet.

childhood friends! he has always thought it to be a lovely concept that humans get to have such a thing. someone to grow up alongside, navigate through the trials of adolescence with, and they struggle with what it means to be a good person. it's a precious, wonderful thing. a childhood friend must be like no other.

since he has soren talking, he thinks to poke a little more. )

What sort of person is he?

Open-minded. Big-hearted. Strong in body and spirit. No one can measure up to him. Ike is everything a warrior wishes to be and everything a man should. His experiences forced him to grow from the untested son of a mercenary commander to a hero lauded across the continent for his role in restoring our homeland, and a few years later, humanity itself. Numerous kingdoms and their leaders came to depend upon him, and he never let them down.

( soren is positively brimming to himself. he finally sends his eyes back up to aziraphale, and never before has the angel seen such wistful passion dance for him in a dragon ordinarily so cold and practical. this is who he really is, deep down where it counts. )

No matter what hardship or atrocity was thrown his way, he overcame it. And it never managed to harden or destroy the kind and unprejudiced person he was when I met him.

Aguril Catch-All Prompts (open and closed)

A, but later....... B.

cackles ominously

hmm, not a good sign

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