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.

Comments

[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. ]