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Test Drive Meme #3

GOLDEN GREENERY
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Bloom by The Paper Kites
1:24 / 3:33
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The Paper Kites are an Australian indie rock/folk rock band from Melbourne. The band was formed in 2009 by lead vocalist/guitarist Sam Bentley and keyboardist/guitarist Christina Lacy. Their 2010 single "Bloom" has been certified Platinum in the United States.

Recently, Town was decorated by locals and Fae folk both. Things are a bit more colorful and the sun is shining more and more instead of the continuous winter gloom from before. The world finally feels like it's coming alive again.

Sorry about your possible allergies as trees blossom and spit excess pollen.

There also seems to be an emphasis on both green and gold. Crowns or other accessories of clovers are being made for luck. Whether or not they're actually lucky, who knows! Dragon-bonded are also being enlisted in helping with post-winter (and post Mind Flayer) repairs. Those creatures did quite a number skittering around some homes so why not lend a hand - clawed or otherwise - now that you're here? It'll help with offworlders reputation if nothing else!

Meanwhile, the Fae appear to have taken to the opposite of helping as they are wont to do. They are instead trying to trick locals and offworlders both with glittering chests of gold that most would know are too good to be true.

These are mimics who will attempt to devour someone that falls for the temptation of quick riches. Not to worry though, they're relatively harmless and all just for a good bit of fun. You might need some help though getting unstuck since they can be pretty persistent once their trap has been sprung.
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There comes a time in every young dragon's life where they begin to experience some changes. That might be nothing new to those established in Town by now, of course, as the majority of their changes have come and gone. Nothing can surprise them anymore about their dragon-bonds.

...Or so they thought!

Whether established characters or ones just pulled through the summoning circle, springtime is a season that throws almost all dragons for a little bit of a loop. It is a common rutting season and those hormone fluctuations can strike when least expected.

Even if outside of your specific dragon's season or newly arrived, they'll be swept up by the rest being in so close proximity and likely be at least mildly affected as well. Some handle this season better than others, but there are still specific things to watch out for as more 'universal' experiences.

    Heightened aggression - The ways that this can manifest varies wildly! Perhaps you're more easily irritated or frustrated. It's also possible that this presents as an increased competitive drive with someone else or just in general.

    Brooding - While usually described as an instinctual behavior of sitting on eggs to incubate them, for most dragon-bonded this will instead appear as a compulsion to cuddle up with someone dear. You have the instinct to keep them safe, warm, and where better than right here with you?

    Nesting - That stick is really neat. It'd look great in your home, wouldn't it? Dragon-bonded will feel the desire to create a safe and comfortable environment for themselves and friends. This often involves cleaning, organizing, and preparing a space. For what? Maybe your character doesn't know, but will feel the urge to do it anyway!

    Increased Libido (The NSFW Option) - For those of age, there will be a distinct increase in sexual desire that can be noted as well. While not everyone will experience it, it is something that can be present as an undercurrent either on its own or coupled with other instincts. (For example, the compulsion to cuddle isn't just that or nesting will be a result of attempting to breed.)


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To help dragon-bonded with their seasonal and instinctual urges, Charlie and others have put together some games. They understand this might be a bit overwhelming and strange to those unfamiliar. So, why not make it as fun and enjoyable as they can?

    Horn Locking - All dragon-bonded will find that due to the season 1) if they have horns then they aren't going away no matter their attempts to shift and 2) they're extremely itchy. Even the newest among them will have small stubs of horns pre-maturely! To help combat this and channel some unexpected aggression, dragon-bonded are encouraged to lock horns with one another. It hopefully scratches both the literal and metaphorical itches they're dealing with.

    Scavenger Hunt(s) - To help with the nesting urges, a list of miscellaneous items has been given to dragon-bonded to search for. The reward for completing this list* is five (5) bond points. Charlie trusts that you'll find what has been asked for... but doesn't need to see it. Yes, that is a nice rock. It can stay in your home though, really.

    Baseball - Even if called something else here, people will realize quickly enough: this is just baseball. Dragon-bonded will be encouraged though to hit the ball with one of their draconic extremities rather than a bat. They can use their tail, their hands, or even their horns to whack a small ball as far as possible. This game is set-up to help release some of that pent-up energy as well as indulge in that competitive instinct.
Rocky Talky
One of the things that was given to you in your welcome pack from Charlie was a summoning-stone. Although it looks like, well, an ordinary stone- It's actually magic! You can look through it and see someone else's face too if you're both viewing your stones at the same time. It can also record your speech and deliver that to someone else in a snap.

One of the other features is that you can scrawl on it. It will turn your writing into legible text that you can send others to read on their stones. Of course, you need to attune yourself to your stone first. To that end, it prompts you to set up a Rockstar Profile:

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⁂ Hello and happy Spring! Welcome to Children of Bahamut's third drive meme! If you have any questions, suggestions, or feedback then feel free to ask here.

⁂ We have a top-level directory drive for ease of finding new players to tag! After some feedback, we ask that only new players link their top-levels though current players are allowed to top-level and enjoy the TDM if they so wish as well!
    (Example header: character name | canon )

⁂ The list provided by Charlie will have approximately ten (10) miscellaneous items on it to find and collect. You can decide what they are and we're operating on the honor system here of your characters going out and finding everything if you so wish. (Just let us know when you turn in your bonds that's what your character did and provide a link if possible, but know that one isn't necessary!)

⁂ You can customize the the Rockstar Profile however you wish! So long as its readable, have fun. The profile image appears best when a 250 by 250 square image. Anything too tall might stretch it strangely or cause issues. If you need to edit or crop a picture to suit, we recommend using Pixlr as a free option for up to three images! We're not sponsored or anything, it's just neat and convenient.

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[personal profile] zodiheart 2025-07-04 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
The sound coming from Themis's chest and throat intensifies as Lahabrea's tail makes contact. His own coils out to entwine where the other allows space, its flexible and lithe nature allowing for the delicate control to fit himself where he may. Once in place the fan of feathers at the end fluffs outward in full view of them both, his moon-like eyespot on display - the luster and color a thing meant to be appealing, to be enticing.

Pressing closer Themis can sense Lahabrea's settling. It spurs him onward, this time not just pressing his face to the other man and rubbing but finding the bit of exposed skin above his higher collar. His lips do not press to it quite yet, but only just. Instead he rubs the space between his cheek and nose there, sound thrumming all the while.

His instincts want more, crave it even, but he will not push too far for his own wants. No, he means to coax it from Lahabrea. Draw it out lovingly, savoring each moment until Lahabrea reveals his own wants and needs.
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[personal profile] aureliasharr 2025-07-04 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Watching Rosie strip so quickly is an unexpected delight, Aurelia's eyes widening and taking in the other woman's body with a note of delighted awe. The other woman is beautiful, and the way she wants so intensely only adds a vibrant note to it. It's clear to Aurelia that the only thought left in Rosie's head is desire, so perhaps that's why when the other woman pushes her back down into the mattress the only response she can muster is a drunken giggle.

Pliant, almost submissive, she let's the other woman pin her to the bed and looks up at her with a soft little smile. She spreads her legs a little wider and shifts, rubbing herself against Rosie's shaft to draw another of those delightful whines out of her. Mustering more words though, seems excessive. So she nods to Rosie's request, then on impulse reaches up and drags her down for another kiss. Giggling into it.

For once, she's not the one overthinking everything. How delightful
hasitsthorns: ᴀ ɢᴀʀʙᴀɴᴢᴏ ʙᴇᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ (I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀʏ $300 ғᴏʀ)

[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2025-07-04 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ohhhh, fuck. Yeah, that rubbing definitely does pull forth another needy noise from the blonde. She's so warm and inviting that Rosie can only roll her hips in response at first to match the rhythm being built. "Mmn," she moans against Aurelia's lips as she's pulled in for a kiss. The giggling is sweet and reassures her simultaneously. Rosie wants this, Aurelia wants this- So, what is she waiting for?

While still kissing her, Rosie takes that open invitation of her widening legs though and presses her cockhead against the heat of her sex. "Oh," she says, at first pushing up into her and relishing in the warmth hugging her cock. "Oh, gods," she mutters, next, as she gradually slides in to the base of her knot. "This is so- I can't-"

Her words come out clipped as she pulls back her hips and thrusts again up into that lovely, welcoming sensation. It's easy to get lost in it before long as she gradually builds up the clip of her thrusts with low moans interspersed between kisses. Her knot bumps against Aurelia's cunt but she doesn't push hard enough to fill her with it just yet. Soon, but she's enjoying right now just the tight heat and how it's unraveling her with each pass. "Oh, you feel so good-" she whines, voice cracking in a throaty moan.
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[personal profile] aureliasharr 2025-07-04 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Aurelia's thoughts vanish for a moment as Rosie pushes into her, she'd given permission but had never expected so much sensation. She's grateful, briefly, for having had so thorough and orgasm pulled out of her, her body warm and slick and accepting the length with only small twinges of pain. The shock of it all only drawing a single startled hiss out of her, clenching tighter around Rosie before she relaxes into the rhythm.

Soon enough she's panting and rolling her hips in time with Rosie's thrusts, savoring the feeling of fullness, but savoring more the look on the blondes face as she loses control. She trades kisses, but soon pulls away, watching with awe as the pleasure warps her face.

She's not sure what she likes more, the pleasure cascading through her thoughts from the feeling of being used. The tingling electric feeling racing up her spine with every thrust that pushes all the way in... Or the simple pride and satisfaction of Rosie's praise, knowing that she's making the other woman feel good.

It all blends into a haze of quiet euphoria, her eyes glazing over as she gives herself over to the moment
hasitsthorns: (Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇғ ᴅᴏᴇs.)

[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2025-07-04 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
While she does push to penetrate, she does make sure Aurelia is comfortable before setting a more... intense pace. It's only a mild consideration though. While she wants to be better, honestly, she's also losing herself to the moment and pleasurable sensations rolling up through her body at their point of contact. Each pass of her cock up into Aurelia's sex pulls another moan or shudder or some kind of equally wanton reaction from the blond.

Eventually, her knot is bumping harshly against the other woman's thighs. "Mmn," she moans into Aurelia's neck as she thrusts up harshly. "Ha, almost- Almost-" Claws have replaced her regular fingernails as she gives in to those more draconic, primal instincts. She holds Aurelia tightly enough to bruise now. Her worry about the other woman is waning as she just keeps feeling better.

"Please, please, please-" she whispers frantically in time with harsher thrusts. Eventually, she does push with enough force for that knot to be enveloped by heat and Rosie to lose her composure entirely. "Oh, gods-" she chokes out, flexing her hips and tensing as she unloads spurt after spurt of home come inside Aurelia almost unexpectedly. "Ah, oh, oh- Fuck-" she mutters, grinding against the other woman as she kisses her desperately through her orgasm.
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[personal profile] aureliasharr 2025-07-04 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Aurelia can't stop the scream that escapes her throat as Rosie pushes all the way into her. The stretch of the knot pushing into her is nearly painful, the overwhelming sensations of Rosie's grip and Rosie's lips and Rosie's body all piling up against her... For her first time it's pushing the edge of what she can handle. Her already hazy thoughts getting blurrier and blurrier as she clings tightly to her and rides the storm.

Even if it's overwhelming, she's never felt so much before, and she wouldn't stop for the world.

Yet Rosie spraying additional heat into her draws her thoughts back out of the fog. Her eyes blinking open and looking up to Rosie as she rolls her hips... Pulling the swollen knot against her folds and her tight walls dragging around her shaft. She fails to pull away, and she can't help the shuddery moan that escapes her as she moves. A moan followed by a whispered. "Oh that... That was fast. Are you... Done?"
hasitsthorns: Wʜʏ ᴅᴏ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ? (Oʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ)

[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2025-07-04 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good question. Thankfully, it's one that Rosie can answer almost immediately. If not verbally than with her actions; despite having just come, she's still near painfully swollen and hard. She does have a lot of time to make up for and an unintentionally extended mating season catching up with her.

The attempt to pull away is futile. It drags a small, keen whimper from Rosie of mild overstimulation though. "No," she finally manages to answer. "Not yet, not... for a bit probably." This said as she already starts a grinding again against where they're connected. She can't get much more leverage like this though so she has another idea.

Rosie uses her grip on Aurelia to roll and switch their positions. She hisses and shudders at the sensation but then sighs as her pupils dilate further. The blond sits up with Aurelia firmly planted in her lap. A slender green tail wraps lightly around her waist just above Rosie's hands. "Fuck," she mutters, seeing where they connect and her cock twitching deep inside Aurelia for it. "Oh, you're just what I needed."

She starts to buck her hips up with small, needy whines. As she does though, she's kissing Aurelia again. First on the lips but then dragging down her neck and back to her breasts. A now elongated tongue wraps tightly around one of her nipples as Rosie suckles on it with a throaty moan. Her larger, pointier fangs drag lightly against that delicate skin and may even cause a little pinch or two.
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[personal profile] zodiheart 2025-07-04 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Instead, you could be kind to yourself and not allow these temporary urges torture you so.

[The blue of his eyes is made piercingly bright by the dark sclera that surrounds them in his dragon form. He fixes Emet-Selch with those eyes straight on, not needing to see to navigate his way through the skies, and the effect is a far more intensive stare than usual.]

Whoever said that you would remain empty at the end of this? That I would allow that to happen, were you to ease yourself in my presence. I mean not to offend any sensibilities but I see no strangeness in building a place one may deem safe within your home. That is how I have worked alongside these instincts. I built a nest and allowed those close to me to assist in its construction.

Do not think for a moment that I will think worse of you for such a thing.
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[personal profile] recreator 2025-07-07 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Do we not have enough individuals filching personal articles and weaving them into makeshift pillow forts already?

[Quite an impressive stare, this one, though Emet-Selch is not so practiced in his flying ability to return the look and remain aloft at the same time. Elidibus will have to be satisfied with a single pointed sideways glance and a slow, deliberate flap of his wings - one which has him billowing upwards a few ilms at a time thanks to the pocket of warm air that catches beneath. He bobs there a moment, leveling out again.]

You would also be mistaken if you think I find the idea of a nest too embarrassing to consider. I've already commissioned a wine cellar beneath mine abode, and next to my little project hidden on the ocean floor, well, what's a pile of dirty laundry, really?

["Torture" seems such a pointed and dramatic linguistic choice, and Emet-Selch chews on that for a moment more. Maybe Elidibus has a point that something tangible and material - however foolish - would be more impactful than clinging to ideas and impressions. Indeed, he could see the logic in that.]

After all, one does not get much more self-indulgent than that when it comes to building a "nest". Yet for all that I toiled, it could never compare to the genuine article. Not even a little.
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[personal profile] perfectteatime 2025-07-07 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can be patient." The smallest hint of wry knowing in his voice. He allows his head to rest down again, sighing against Emet with a languid roll of his tail. He's content to let the man write, or offer his opinions. Moments like this are fleeting after all. Peace rarely lasts for someone like him.

He'll enjoy it while he can. More and more he has come to appreciate the small and mundane moments. The in-betweens. A meandering conversation, a decent nap, quiet time spent sitting with a friend.

This is the ideal.
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[personal profile] perfectteatime 2025-07-08 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
A low growl acknowledging the sharp sensation at his back, to Lahabrea's benefit. It's strange to kiss like this in such a strange body, but Byleth is all too pleased to experiment.

As much as Byleth might like the challenge of two at once, he has an intent here. Perhaps an instinct leftover from memories of other places and other selves. The sense to be dominant unless pushed otherwise is there. So he slides from between the dual shafts and uses one clawed hand to pull Lahabrea's leg up, giving him more space to lean back and try to find an opening. He slides the tip of his cock between the man's legs, pushing slightly. Prompting him for perhaps some guidance on where exactly to push it into. His ass or perhaps if he has one as well- cloaca? It doesn't matter.

Green eyes flick up to look at his partner, another prompt. Checking to see if he wants this, or if he prefers the other way around.
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[personal profile] perfectteatime 2025-07-08 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Byleth's head faces ahead, one ear is turned to Emet, clearly listening and processing his words.

That is true. All that he knows of Emet, which is a great deal, does not speak to the actual core person completely. They are all spokes of a whole. A moment, he slides away to sit in the grass, looking across the flowing golden waves.
]

I guess... I have a lot to think about.

[ He means that, too. So much rumination doesn't suit someone like himself, he knows. He recalls the month after his father died. How he stayed in his room, refused food, refused to do anything. Just stagnated. He doesn't want to repeat that again. To get stuck in his own head. Even Sothis could offer him very little comfort.

No, he must work through this. He can't stand all the naval-gazing.
]

Would you fly with me a bit more?
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2025-07-08 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
It's a lot! She doesn't blame him! Honestly, she was surprised more people didn't have a similar reaction. For her part, she'd always been a bit more easygoing but the dragon changes were still... a difficult adjustment.

"Probably," she answers. "Horn growth doesn't usually start until a couple of months in, but I think this season is making them come in prematurely?" She's not sure how that all works, honestly, but that's her best guess. "And I can! I have more control over it than before, but it can be a hazard if I get too emotional and am not careful." Not her proudest admission.
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[personal profile] recreator 2025-07-08 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever Emet-Selch may be thinking, his posture and his gaze betray nothing. He just sits and watches like a silent sentinel. Clearly all of this has been weighing upon Byleth for some time, and only now, it seems, has it all finally caught up with him; too much momentum to set aside any longer. Sink or swim against the tide. He doesn't envy Byleth, but he will keep an eye on him all the same. Best not to leave anyone alone with his thoughts for too long - as he well knows from personal experience.]

I would. Provided you don't mind a third wheel.

[Is the easy acquiescence a surprise? He pays it no mind, and instead he lifts a golden claw towards the tree line where a shadowy creature is rapidly descending, cloth billowing out from either side of its saddle like a pair of deep purple wings. The beast should look distinctly familiar to Byleth as it paws the ground amidst a jangle of tassels and armor.]

[Indeed, it is the selfsame "good boy" they had only just been speaking about. And no mere illusion, but the genuine article. Grani lets out a low snort in greeting, his great horned head turning from Emet-Selch to Byleth as if to inquire who this new stranger is.]


It has been a long time since last he stretched his legs, you see, so I left him to roam about on his own. I presume you need no introduction.
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[personal profile] abyssalflames 2025-07-10 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It may be a slow process, to draw Lahabrea's wants and desires from him. Even here, in the comfort he has settled to, he is not immediately inclined to directly speak of such things. True, there is no denying that the spring's influence yet runs through him. Nor that it offers a bit of additional warmth, even as Themis' tail entwines around where he has left space. An acknowledgement of that enticement in those eyespots and though Lahabrea himself does not have anything to offer by way of similar enticement, his wings ruffle and shift. Not protective, not precisely. But an acknowledgement of what he has seen and his intent to remain.

So too does the smile that cross his face at the feeling of Elidibus rubbing his face against that small bit of open skin, one of his hands reaching out to trace gently along the outer edges of one of Elidibus' wings before he finally speaks.

"I have no objection to kisses, if that be your desire."
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[personal profile] due_reckoning 2025-07-12 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
Wedge had been intending on heading inside to start washing some of the produce he'd gotten from the market, intent to start something that could cook low and slow over the afternoon on the stove. But then he'd also not been expecting there to be so much........ dirt.

Everywhere.

The immediate thought is that one of the cats that has been slinking around the house all winter (probably because someone has been leaving food scraps out for them) have gotten into some sort of tussle and torn up the grass. And then he comes around the side of the house and stops short, those blue eyes going wide in surprise and- something harder to name. Something that makes his heart clench and his soul ache and the soft voice in his mind that is only just beginning to make itself known gasp as well. Something that shouldn't hurt but it does, a deep, deep agony of loss swiftly buried in a blossoming swell of hope and love and things that align far more fully with Wedge's own feelings.

He blinks for a moment, startled by the sight Cloud makes (because it is Cloud, of course. Wedge would recognize those eyes anywhere.) Then he hefts the basket up onto his arm again and begins crossing the little field between the cottage and the hillside Cloud has chosen to dig out. He's all bright smiles and bubbling laughter as he picks his way around thick clods of grass and piles of dirt.

"I see someone's been busy."
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[personal profile] berriedmemories 2025-07-12 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He knew, sort of, that Lunafreya had been there. Had heard the radio transmissions claiming her death, had cried and raged on Ravus when they arrived here and her brother had to tell him that he was the chosen. The reason for all of the death and destruction around him.

He squeezes her hand as she begins to speak, trying to brace himself for the details of her escape. He's certain it will be horrible, of course, but nothing could prepare him for what she says first. General Glauca- also known as Titus Drautos.

His breathing hitches, ocean eyes widening first in surprise and then going unfocused and distant for a moment. Drautos? Drautos?! The man he'd left his father with that day on the stairs of the Citadel. He'd- Stars above, he'd practically delivered the man into the hands of his murderer. His eyes dart around the room briefly, desperately looking for some sign of his father in the cottage, the memory of better times here in the quiet of Town. Had he known who it was that executed him? Why hadn't he told Noctis who was responsible-

No, Dad had wanted to put it behind them as much as anyone, to savor the time they had here without the burdens of Lucis weighing on them. And no wonder.

But Luna carries on and for a fleeting moment his lips twitch into the faintest smirk. Of course it was Nyx. He's heard the way the Glaives talk about him. Knows he has to be at least that impressive just from the amount of respect he earned from Ignis and Gladio both. (Even if Noct will never forget the time the man had tried to cheer him up after school and how bad his taste in music was. Cringe.)

Libertus... his memories of the man are vague at best, a warm boisterous laugh, a wink as Noctis slipped past him into the kitchens during some gala because "the boy's too skinny as is." That laugh becoming infuriating when Nyx was trying to teach him better warping techniques and he bungled it.

That Nyx was "found worthy" seems strange to him. Not that a man like Nyx didn't deserve it but there were so many warnings drilled into him that allowing another to touch the ring could be dangerous. Not for him so much as for them. But Nyx stayed behind and with what Noctis knows of the man he doesn't need to ask more. Of course... found worthy to die at a more convenient time. Which sure seems to be the M.O. of the Lucii as he understands it.

At least he can be quite certain that Drautos is dead if Nyx stayed to face him. The man doesn't know how to fail, once he sets his mind to something. (Especially if that something is stupid and dangerous.)

He takes the pause Luna allows then to lean forward slightly, drawing his hand from hers for just a moment to bow his head, elbows on his knees and head in his hands for a long moment. Breathing, just breathing. There's nothing he can do now. Certainly not from here. Dad is dead back home and gone from here...

Abruptly he pushes to his feet, pacing around the room once, twice- Moving more freely than Lunafreya might expect, really. Then he's yanking open a couple of drawers, the doors of a wardrobe, clearly looking for something. When he drops heavily back to the bed beside her he has a thick black scarf in his hands. It's not the same one his father wore as part of his raiment but it is similar in weight and size. Thick and warm and unseasonable but it was nearly new year when his father vanished. Something he can twist his fingers into, work the loops along between his claws and still have something to cling to so he doesn't tighten his hold on Lunafreya too much.

"I left him with Drautos... I didn't know-" Of course she knows that, knows he never would have left if he'd suspected. If they'd told him any of the pieces moving around him he'd never have cooperated with either of their plans. "Ravus told me. What I am, I mean. Or... meant to be." He shakes his head a little but then nods for her to carry on, at least offers her that information. It makes what comes next make a little more sense. Ravus had also told him that the covenants were killing her. Slowly grinding away at her until there was nothing left.

That he was so close and never got to properly see her again makes his heart ache, fingers tightening in the material of that scarf. And then comes the part of Leviathan fighting her. Another Astral fighting against a prophecy they created. His jaw is already clenched when she gets to the end of that, to the part he didn't know.

"What?!" It's not loud, he's too wrung out for it to be explosive in the way it might have been months ago. Instead it's a sharp hiss of disbelief and anger. Hurt and surprised and also not at all. Can anything surprise him any more? He feels like every time someone shows up here he's left laid out again and again, stunned and furious and so godsdamned sick of it.

"Ardyn- He... he's here. Says his name isn't Izunia. That it's Lucis Caelum. That I look like his brother and all sorts of other weird shit. I don't-" believe him? trust him? have any idea what to think??

He just shakes his head and withdraws his hand from her again but this time it's to put that arm around her shoulders, pull her in close. Her sniffling, even if she refuses to let herself cry, hurts. Knowing his Dad's fate hurts. Knowing Nyx is likely dead hurts. Being reminded of how much suffering came with the fall of Insomnia hurts.

It's all just so much pain and for nothing. For some stupid prophecy that the Gods don't even want to be involved in, clearly. But then... what was it Ravus had said? Such is the nature of cowards that dwell aloft of mortal lives. Unwilling to feel an ounce of the suffering they demand.

It's enough to make him sick.
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[personal profile] boarishboy 2025-07-14 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The move does throw Dimitri off his balance a bit. He isn't expecting the sudden lack of resistance and stumbles as a result.

The boy recovers quickly though. He hooks his leg against Caspar's in, if nothing else, an attempt to bring him down as well. Dimitri doesn't want to give Caspar the advantage of height over him so being on level ground - quite literally - will be best.
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[personal profile] abyssalflames 2025-07-15 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
As it turns out, Lahabrea does not have a cloaca. His ass it will have to be, though he makes no objection to his leg being moved. Nor, for that matter, does he seem to have any particular complaint about the feeling of Byleth's cock sliding between his legs. Quite the opposite in fact, given that he shifts on his own to make the positioning easier for Byleth to reach the opening he's seeking.

Still, he catches the prompt in that gaze, and though he, too, tends to prefer to be in control just at the moment he is willing enough to see how matters play out should he leave control in Byleth's hands. If nothing else it cannot be worse than anything that had come of Athena's desire, and it will assuage the heat running through his vein as surely as anything else.

There's a nod, in answer to the gaze, and a moment later Lahabrea speaks.

"You may."

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