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middaeg2020-08-22 08:14 pm
faithlikeaseed) wrote in middaeg2020-08-22 08:14 pm
closed | leave your life open
Who: Everett, Viren, & Myr
When: Mid-Auguril, [waves hand]
Where: Everett's garden
What: Two dads and a deer celebrate a year in Aefenglom together
Warnings: warnings for DISGUSTING, FILTHY WHOLESOMENESS and TEA
It's somehow been a year since Myr found himself on the wrong side of a mirror from Thedas, and what a year it has been. A year of prophetic dreams, liberated cities--near-deaths, unwelcome transformations--magic lost and magic found--
And miraculously, wonderfully, a family new-made after he'd thought his lost to him entirely. More miraculous still that it had begun with friendships forged on that very first day in Aefenglom, two of them with men he'd not trade for all the worlds.
It had been Everett's idea to celebrate their mutual anniversary among the three of them, with a leisurely mid-morning tea in the older man's garden. There's a table spread with a truly respectable Springtide tea service set out among the flowers, while the rats hasten to erect an umbrella over it against the sun and any unseasonable rain. A half-grown wormipede drowses under the table, and Myr...
Myr, for once in his life, isn't doing a thing to fuss over the preparations. His contributions to the day--a basket of rose petals, two jars of new honey, and two little wrapped gifts--sit on the table while he sits half-sprawled over a chair turned backward and simply enjoys the sun.
Who'd have thought: Everett's had a tempering effect on him after all.
When: Mid-Auguril, [waves hand]
Where: Everett's garden
What: Two dads and a deer celebrate a year in Aefenglom together
Warnings: warnings for DISGUSTING, FILTHY WHOLESOMENESS and TEA
It's somehow been a year since Myr found himself on the wrong side of a mirror from Thedas, and what a year it has been. A year of prophetic dreams, liberated cities--near-deaths, unwelcome transformations--magic lost and magic found--
And miraculously, wonderfully, a family new-made after he'd thought his lost to him entirely. More miraculous still that it had begun with friendships forged on that very first day in Aefenglom, two of them with men he'd not trade for all the worlds.
It had been Everett's idea to celebrate their mutual anniversary among the three of them, with a leisurely mid-morning tea in the older man's garden. There's a table spread with a truly respectable Springtide tea service set out among the flowers, while the rats hasten to erect an umbrella over it against the sun and any unseasonable rain. A half-grown wormipede drowses under the table, and Myr...
Myr, for once in his life, isn't doing a thing to fuss over the preparations. His contributions to the day--a basket of rose petals, two jars of new honey, and two little wrapped gifts--sit on the table while he sits half-sprawled over a chair turned backward and simply enjoys the sun.
Who'd have thought: Everett's had a tempering effect on him after all.
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From Viren... now, he's so very curious, opening it up with enthusiastic rips of paper wrapping. The rats will happily clean up the mess, taking away any shiny paper as treasures to place in some hidden away nests in his rafters and garden.]
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... Should a Witch provide magic, they're supposed to—with whatever beverage's contained within—refill, if you clink a glass against another of the set.
[ of course it has to involve magic, of course it does. viren finds it difficult to recall the last time he hadn't given a gift that didn't have a magical touch. ]
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Oh, that's clever--a conjuration that copies your drink from one t'the other? Can it do anything wet? [--and then, with a beaming grin in the direction of Viren's voice,]
And they're Faunproof, right? Or how many rounds could you get through with them before they need a recharge?
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Thank you both, I feel very honored! [and Everett's just GLOWING with contentment and gratitude in his bonds, simply can't help it.
But of course, he's swiftly curious what they gave to one another.]
Both of your turns!
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Three times, is what I was told. But, I also look forward to putting that to the test.
[ and he's excited for his own gift as well; with an inquisitive look to myr, kindly coupled with a verbal announcement, ]
I'll go, then.
[ begone, wrapping paper ]
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Viren's gift is a little larger than Everett's. Something in it shifts promisingly when jostled, and beneath the wrapping paper is a lovely little cherrywood box inset with a thin band of mother-of-pearl around the outside. It's padded with velvet on the inside (pretty to the eyes, not the most expensive stuff to the touch) and cradles three shark-Merrow teeth. They've each been scrimshawed with scenes of the sea hat lock together in a tableau of a leviathan hunt, if one can solve the puzzle of slotting their carved edges together.]
They didn't have one with Dragon teeth, [Myr volunteers, apologetically, when he hears the box opened.] But the artist was keen to get her hands on some if there were any available. Said she'd carve three for a fourth one to keep.
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No, it's, [ give him a moment -- he has to remember himself, multitask his attention away from admiring the tooth to finish his sentence. ] ... very nice. I like it a lot.
[ and pulling the box just a little closer to himself. hopefully, everett got his chance to peek over to view the lovely scrimshaw. if he didn't lament the idea of parting with a single dragon's tooth, he may take that merchant up on her offer. ]
Thank you, Myr.
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You're welcome, Viren.
[(Shame he's not come up with a better endearment for the dragon yet. Put that one on the list of to-dos.)]
I'm glad they suit.
[And now!! It is his turn for a gift. He feels his way to it carefully, taking a few moments to explore its heft and dimensions. And a few more again to open it with the respect it's due. He's not quite the sort of fold up the wrapping paper after and save it, but...almost.]
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You two are most precious. [genuine, then far more teasing] Shall I play your romantic ballad? I have it recorded upon my watch.
[he delights in the tale of the grand opera singer and his blind faun lover even still]
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[ viren has withstood myr's joke on the matter, thus far, but is this is all somehow far more embarrassing when stated genuinely rather than teasingly. he feels his heartrate pick up, just a touch. ]
[ but so it's with some relief that myr moves on to open his gift. it's a wind chime, complete with anatomically inaccurate bees! please don't study these too thoroughly. the gold coloring appears to shimmer in the sunlight. like everett's gift, telling in that, on the bee's wings are inscribed delicate little runes. ]
It's a wind chime. [ if this wasn't immediately obviously. ] Imbue it with magic, and the sound it produces it meant to have a soothing effect on emotions. [ ... so he was told, anyway. ]
[ but, alas. viren's can't be certain if he purchased this because he thought myr would enjoy it, or because it reminded him of myr. ]
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Once it's stopped raining, so we can run romantically, screamingly off together, [he deadpans.
Neatly avoiding how precious he and Viren are together, because, gosh!! Everett!! Do you know how hard he is trying not to get his soft sentimental heart ALL OVER this Dragon? So hard.
...Though Viren keeps thwarting him in that aim, damn the man. See: This gift, which Myr traces over eagerly with his fingers as Viren describes it.]
Oh--these are, [flower flies? ...no, wait,] that's like honeycomb--oh, they're little bees, [naturally.
Then he's holding it up at arm's length--away from the table, thankfully--to catch whatever there is of a breeze, ears angled toward the tiny sounds it makes. Even without the runes empowered that's plenty soothing.]
--That is lovely, [he sighs at last.] And Maker knows the soothing effect will come in useful, like as not. Thank you, truly, Viren.
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I'm not certain I've ever asked, how did you two meet? I met you both, upon separate occasions of course, at the first festival we all arrived during.
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[ he pauses, mulling over the question, taking a moment to puff on his cigarette. lowering it, ]
We met at Precogstitchin'. [ he comes to answer. ] I confronted him over his pointed ears.
[ —very forthcoming, that. ]
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He wanted to know whether I was a Xadian elf. We got on to less fraught topics from there, [you know, little inconsequential things like the loss of their magic and how they'd get home.] Then began running into each other sitting in on Coven classes.
[His expression turns faintly wistful as he recounts that, one ear flicking.] And having you in common, dearheart, it wasn't all that long before we were thoroughly tangled up together.
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[a drag of his cigarette, before a well timed and casually delivered zinger]
You could both do with being more tangled up.
[a happy anniversary that would be!]
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myr you know perfectly well wat]Dearheart, [he splutters,] Everett,
[How can he be DECOROUSLY NOT HORNY for Viren when you do this!!]
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[ myr has what might have been his own sputtering, covered. he feels like he's very much in a position of "damned if you do, damned if you don't"— ]
This is something [ a protest that sounds weak ] we don't need to address at the table.
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I don't think the table is sturdy enough for that!
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He'll have to muffle his helpless laughter with his hands instead.
At last, when he manages to catch a breath,]
You're cheating, serah diplomat!
[Because he's damned sure Everett wouldn't have done that if the horniness wasn't reciprocal and, well. That's a thing that'll take a little bit to sink in.]
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Regardless of the table's sturdiness [ he drags a palm down his face, sounding exasperated ], I'm not throwing anyone down on it in the middle of our ... tea time.
[ this is a fairly explicit statement, coming from viren, but considering the nature of his company ... it's also generous with his hypothetical forwardness. ]
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If it weren't tea time, though...
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[f a u n s]
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[
[ that earns a dry look; forget being flustered, this has now entered into the realm of absurdity. ]
I do -- if only because I don't think him capable of it.
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Myr lifts his chin at that assertion from Viren; he'd been about to laugh off Everett's goading, but this provocation cannot stand.]
You're on, Dragon.
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This is not a matter of being capable. It is a matter of being willing.
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