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

[silentsavant]

[ Anyone with a little bit of empathy couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Were she a stranger he had never consorted with, someone who hadn't stargazed familiar constellations with him while he recovered from a cherished memory's end, who hadn't suffered losses like he had... he might shrug her off even more brusquely and decide the burden of handling the delicate feelings he'd cracked with crude tact was too troublesome to bear.

It still is. He's not noble enough to hold fast and stay with her while she reminds him how he's lacking and he reminds her how she's truly alone with him, no matter how much her voice erodes at his sympathies and her tears sting him. This moment is charged, unsettling to him, and he's never handled a situation quite like this before. Why, he's never even heard someone say that they love him. Not with any sincerity. What is he supposed to do with that?

Solemnity paints his expression, tinged with regrets. He remains polite in his bearing, but it just makes him colder. ]

I've done quite a fine job at souring the mood, and I suspect that this will be lingering heavily between us. You said you were bonded now, yes? [ Soren waves his hand at her in dismissal and shifts away to advertise his intention of leaving. ] Go surprise them with something nice. I think it will cheer you up, too.

[wylderrant]

[ Cold and distant. She's never quite felt like this before. She's known for a time that he won't be a One True Love. He isn't hers and she isn't his and she can live with that. She's had dalliances before, she's had people she's cared for and not loved loved. He doesn't seem to want that, though. In a way, he seems unwilling to even try and that stings but she still wants to try. Even if he's pulling away. ]

Soren - wait-

[ It's impulsive, but she's always been impulsive. She follows him with a step, then two, and wraps him in a quick hug. It's not all that romantic, probably. It's just someone seeking comfort and companionship in a moment where they feel alone. Then she releases him, takes a step back, tries to smile even if she's still aching from the rejection. ]

I'll find you later, then. And we can have a drink or something and you can... I don't know, complain about your day to me.

[ Unsaid: don't simply walk out of my life. Not yet. ]

[silentsavant]

[ The dragon stiffens in reaction. This time, he doesn't pull away. He doesn't return her hug, either. But he accepts it. When she steps back, she finds the rueful disturbance living in his eyes more evident. The rest of his face yields with less expression, as if unsure how it should move. It's painful simply to remain here any longer. Finally, he looks away and stretches out his wings for flight. ]

Later, then. Have a better evening than I left you with, Iramaat.

[ With bursts of his wings that whip the wind around them, he takes off, up up and away, and heads opposite the sea, back the way they came together. ]