kingdomcomes | MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

[What a world.]

[As much as she is up for the challenge, it is bizarre to think that winter is embodied in a woman (goddess?) who has actual tangible control of the seasons, and that they require very mortal needs to be controlled. Well, it's a nice way to warm up and... get to know people? She guesses???]

[Most importantly, if she can get the Echo back...]

[So here she is in as warm a shack as they get around here, awaiting her challenger as she plots her strategy in front of the fire.]

[The cold had truly pushed him over the edge. He had dealt with this once before in his homeland with nothing to do about it but pray and bundle up. Except... the Mistress would not even allow a proper change of wardrobe. She allowed scarves and woolen leg warmers for her scantily clad guard, but that wasn't nearly enough.

This entire situation posed entirely too many problems, yet he saw this as the only answer. He would need to dodge anyone who knew him— at least for now. If he could win this contest and defeat the snow queen, then he would be able to levy the heroism of it against his shame. He had reached the stairs to the inn rooms before his anxiety stopped him. He turned towards the bar, purchased a bottle of wine with haste, then headed to the agreed upon location.

He knocked to announce himself, then tried the knob. He really didn't want to be caught in the hallway here.]

'Tis I, Aymeric.

[he attempted to project his voice through the door without being too loud.]

[Egon had also gotten himself a nice big bottle of alcohol. He's glad he got matched up with a man for the first round, but he also hopes its not one of the several teenagers he's seen around. It's also a stranger, and- well, he does so much for science. Sue him.]

[Egon looks up from his glass of bourbon at the locked door, letting out an anxious little sigh and going up to open the door for his equally anxious partner.]

[He'll offer a polite little handshake as he hurriedly lets the younger man in.]

Hello. I'm doctor Egon Spengler.

A healer! What valuable, fascinating work. [he takes his hand in kind as he steps in quick, making fairly serious eye contact.] I'm Ser Aymeric de Borel— [he tries to think of something pithy on the fly and as any Ishgardian does, fails] the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights— overseen by the Holy See, and High Chancellor of House of Lords.

[He closes the door behind him, letting out a soft sigh. He smiles all the same, like any good politician]

You need only call me Ser Ay- Just Aymeric. Forgive me, I'm not this sort of man. Few address me without title.

[Of course Sirius signed up for a fucking competition. Overestimating his own skills in literally anything, but especially in being charming and sexy, is an essential part of who he is. It's only an added bonus that it's for the sake of fixing the seasons.

The chill itself doesn't bother him so much. He's used to worse winters at Hogwarts, and his Apprentice salary is more than enough to get him a good sweater, cloak, and scarf.

He's cozy enough as he marches to where Yenh told him to meet her, the only chill he feels a little anticipatory tingle up his spine. New friend, new fuckbuddy... he has to make a good impression.

Not always one for manners, he at least remembers to knock.]

[She glances at the door. It's time. Taking a deep breath, hoping for the best, and smiling on the exhale, she leans against the wall in what she hopes is a somewhat sultry pose.]

[In a sing-song:] Come in!

[Sirius will be treated to the slight of a woman in her change of clothes from home—a very fashionable mage's coat and accessories, all black—albeit with more feline aspects, such as her casually twitching lion tail, perked ears, and her pointy-toothed smile.]

[What a title. Egon nods, locking the door back so they don't find themselves interrupted in the middle of this competition. He gives his partner a quick, critical but not unhappy once-over. He does appreciate a man who's taller than him. Hopefully that's a good sign, what with the very royal attitude.]

Sounds like you come from quite a place of power.

I don't actually specialize in medicine, the the study of quantum physics and paranormal occurrences.

Ah, I suppose so. Pray pay it no mind. I am little more than a doorman these days.

[his accent would be that of any Queen's English Shakespearean actor. He pulls off the things that the cold has clung to- his helmet, his gloves, he hesitates on the bodice-like chest armor. But reasons that it's not uncouth all considering.

The skin below his cruelly metal torso piece is wind-slapped red. He drops himself on a short stool by the fire, his long legs making him look a bit like a cricket.

With his visibility regained, he gives a relieved smile. He wasn't an elezen, but at least he didn't seem to be half his age.]

That is... What would that be? [he feels like he understands parts of those phrases, but comes up with nothing usable]

[Egon raises his eyebrows as the guard removes his armor and sits down by the fire, turning and pausing before removing his suspenders and bringing over this bottle of bourbon and a pair of glasses, offering one to Aymeric.]

See, quantum physics is a branch of physics that includes the fundamental theory of nature at small scales and low energy levels of atoms and subatomic particles.

[He shrugs, sitting down by the fire as well and attempting to soak up it's warmth.]

Paranormal occurrences include ghosts, monsters, demons, and spirits appearing and causing disruptions in our world.

What species are you?

[The first part just whiffs over his head, but he figures it's technology of some kind and lets it go. The mechanical engineers had given him similar reports for their ships and canons. He accepts that he won't understand and that this is for smarter men than himself.

however, the second part he understands.]

Oh! You're quite the scholar! I would have good use of you among my knights. I fear that ill-prepare thins my ranks just as much as the frostbite some nights.

[nothing weird about ghosts, monsters, demons, or spirits. not at all. He graciously takes a glass before he shucks off his boots. He is left only in the leather guard shorts and the cloak, but he is warming by the fire and cannot care. He would balk if he hadn't received this question most every week now.]

I am an Elezen. Those unfamiliar have called me an "elf". A difference in dialect, I suppose.

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I think I could have managed there. I'm a member of the Ghostbusters, we regularly face off with massively destructive entities.

[He leans back a little, nodding and looking Aymeric over again and taking a quick note.]

I've never met one of your kind. Or slept with one, for that manner.

[Might as well be forward about what they're here to do. He glances down, fingering over his top shirt button before undoing it.]

You sound like a very impressive gentleman.

[He lets out a tired chuckle. It was clear that Aymeric was hesitant to cut to the chase. ]

Nor have I with yours. I... [He trails off, deciding not to burden the other with how taboo this all is. He watches the undoing of the button intently, trying not to lose nerve.]

A drink first, please, Egon. It's... Been a while for me. I mean not to take your entire night, just... Forgive me. You understand, don't you? [He holds his glass up to be filled with a shy, but charming smile]

Thank you, I am.

[So much for humility. He nods understandingly, taking the glass and filling it about halfway with bourbon. And don't think he hasn't noticed the wine. He's never minded the idea of sleeping with someone outside his own species, so long as they got along and were sentient enough to consent. But he could see it being a problem for others.]

It's been a while for me as well. It's not exactly a well accepted thing where I'm from, to sleep with a man. Take all the time you need, we've got the room all night.

[he gives a small chuckle in response. The confidence was... refreshing.

[Aymeric's eyebrows raise in impossibly masked surprise.]

It's not well accepted- [He can't help but dumbly parrot it.] Pardon my cultural ignorance, but why not?

[He takes a sip of the bourbon. It's not his usual beverage, but the prolonged exposure to the cold makes him want the warmth it provides.]

You're terribly kind, considering that we are now in competition with one another. I won't abuse your allowances. [ He looks into his glass, impulse taking him as he drops the liquor down his throat. He barely grimaces. He stands, shedding the ridiculous cowl. His hands hover over the ties to his terribly revealing shorts. ]

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[The older man shakes his head a little, taking a swig of liquor for himself and frowning. It's a mess, back home. Not that he thought about it much, or let it get to him visibly.]

It's considered unnatural. Most people don't acknowledge how advantageous it is to the countless species, not just humans, that it appears in.

[Another swallow. He's tired.]

The political and health climate isn't particularly healthy either. So I prefer to keep it to myself, at the best of times.

[Aymeric gets an earnest look of momentary appreciation, leaning back and watching him strip a bit more. His one button and suspenders doesn't seem like much. He's overdressed.]

I'm doing my best to make it a comfortable competition. This is the sort of thing that I don't think can be measured or graded without some collaboration.

[He glances towards the bed, not quite uneasily, before standing and beginning to undo the remainder of his buttons before his shirt gets shrugged off. His shoes had been abandoned well before this at the bedside, despite the cold.]

[At least if he lost, this would be some source of warmth. He glances towards the shorts again and sighs softly.]

May I? I mean, if you want to begin.

How... difficult. [He looks at him with genuine concern on his face.] Are you interested solely in men, then?

[His pulse begins to quicken. They're really getting into it now, aren't they? He's very nearly naked in front of another man, and. Well, it was this other fellow's turn to show some skin. He gives a soft chuckle. He takes a coal from the hearth, setting it into a brazier for better lighting.

He turns properly towards the other man. Without the cowl, without his hunched posing, without blocking the firelight, and the wind chapped redness calmed, it is plain to see the dozens of scars littered over his body. There appear to be from a mixture of blades and claws with a fair number of burn scars, too. There is particularly deep, nasty scarring around his neck and wrists as if he were clasped in red-hot irons.]

Aye, what an odd competition. There are so many variables betwixt the sheets. We will simply see who the gods and goddesses deem worthy. [He would have called specifically upon his own patron diety, The Fury, yet he wasn't sure if it was appropriate. This wasn't exactly a trial by combat.

He glances between his shorts and his partner-opponent. At least Egon was attractive. This wouldn't be unpleasant, probably.]

I've stalled long enough, I think. [He gathers himself one last little time] Come here, then. We might warm ourselves by the fire ere we warm one another.

I am.

[He nods a bit, watching the coals before, quite methodically, turning to light a few of the candles over the bed. For when they eventually get there.]

[He'd gotten a few essential items before arriving, some of the thankfully numerous packages of lubricant and condoms that are handed out nearly everywhere are on the bedside table, right now an afterthought.]

[Egon looks over his companion and competitor for the evening, noting all the scars and burns quietly, empathetically. He's got a handful of very small ones himself, mostly on his hands. Nothing like what Aymeric bares here.]

Yes.

[He nods again, waiting a moment before undoing his belt and discarding it before coming over, large hands placed very carefully on Ay's shoulders. He offers a very light squeeze, all in the fingertips and feeling across those little knicks and scars. The blonde lets out another unsure little breath, closing his eyes for a moment before one hand goes carefully sliding down a little, across bare chest and ribs.]

[His breath hitches, his head swims with the heat of the moment, and the alcohol already permeating through him. His eyes follow Egon's hands, traveling up his torso back to his face. He remembers that he's trying to win this, and places his hands on Egon's hips.

His hands slide around the waistband, ready for any number of trouser components. Feeling little else but pockets, his hands come to the front of his pants. He pulls the button apart with ease, then... finds no more buttons. No laces, no clasps. His fingers run along the teeth of the zipper, his cheeks reddening slightly. How casually he just touched another man's crotch-]

Pardon my clumsiness, I haven't felt anything like this before... How do these come apart?

[Excuse him if he laughs at that, just a little. Right, someone like Aymeric might not understand modern trousers. He tightens his grip a little before moving his hands down, demonstrating by undoing his zipper and taking the elezen's hands, guiding them gently into helping him slide down his trousers and leaving behind only a pair of boxers.]

They're very simple, really.

[He'd figured he should dress nice for this, and the nicest thing he had was the outfit he'd arrived in. His hips hitch forward a little bit into Aymeric's grip, keeping that entertained little smile.]

Ah! So it is!

[He watches the zipper coma apart with slight awe, realizing that he's possibly staring too much. The laugh rolls right off. He's not ashamed that he doesn't understand these terribly foreign things. Was there really such thing as too much when they were about to get so intimate?]

Oh, how sorely I've missed wearing my smallclothes day-to-day. They simply don't fit under the leathers elegantly.

[He bites his lip in spite of himself. He was absolutely much more into this than he thought he would be.

It had been a very long time. He presses his hand against the front of Egon's boxers, feeling him though the fabric. A very important thought occurs.]

Say... How would you like to do this?

The outfits you've been given are terribly impractical, aren't they?

[He lets out a short breath of anticipation as the other man's palm goes firmly on the thin material at the front of his boxers and the important bits underneath. It's quite the palmful.]

[In response the scientist works his hands into those leathers, giving the taller man another look of appraisal. Not many people are taller than him. There's something he considers very attractive about that, some sort of innate sense of command do it.]

Would you want to take charge?

[Of all the ridiculous, cockamamie shenanigans Remus has ever let Sirius Black drag him into, Remus is pretty sure this takes the cake. A fuck fest? Really. He should have known this was a terrible idea to top all terrible ideas.

And yet—maybe, just maybe, he's taking the opportunity for what it is. He's a hot-blooded teenage boy, after all, grown wizard or no, and this is an excuse to delve once more into the world of sex. The first time was more than enough to convince him that he likes it. It's just that he's been paired up with Éowyn, who seems very nice and with whom he's formed a friendship that he'd very much not like to fuck up. He's already skirted around temptation once, but this is a much more cut and dry situation.

At least, at the very least, they don't have to do this in public. That's his one comfort. If he embarrasses himself, only the two of them need to know about it.

Remus steels himself, and opens the door to his chamber. Much more secluded than the guards' barracks, after all. He gives his partner for the day what he hopes is an ingratiating smile.]

Come on in. Hope you're doing okay. Is there anything I can get you? Tea? Biscuits?

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They'd behead me in Ishgard if I instated something similar, and I would deserve it.

[He has had his number gripes with the uniforms from day one with absolutely no platform or access to the Mistress. The powerlessness had been getting to him, but he had at least resolved to work his way up. Hopefully it wouldn't take another ten damn years.]

[His lips quirk into a catlike smile as he gave his package a testing little squeeze]

I usually do.

[He seals that idea with his free hand at the back of Egon's head and his lips upon his. Aymeric is entirely comfortable taking the lead here. It would hopefully also give him the advantage.]

I wouldn't doubt it.

[That's a response to both, and he sucks in a breath at the squeeze, tensing. His own hands slide around, loosening the last item of clothing Aymeric's kept on up until now and taking a firm handful of ass.]

[The kiss should have been more expected than it is, but he leans in willingly and even takes an excited little nip at the taller man's lower lip.]

[Invitation gratefully taken. Sirius is already unwinding his scarf in a way he imagines is somewhat sultry when he actually turns his eyes up to Yinh.

And stops.

And stares.]

Woah, are those real? [He means the tail and the ears.] Did the magic here give you those?

[He temporarily forgot all about being sexy.]

MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

Sirius vs. Yenh

Aymeric vs. Egon

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Remus vs Éowyn

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