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kingdomcomes2017-08-19 08:09 am
dravanicide) wrote in kingdomcomes2017-08-19 08:09 am
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The time has come
Who: Estinien, Aymeric, and YOU!
What: Partially open; Estinien is around town as a half dragon, then he seeks Aymeric for the cure.
Where: Around town for the open part, the guard barracks for the closed part.
When: Evening
Warnings: Probably sex. Also, Estinien is half dragon??
Open to all:
[Estinien had originally hoped that the threat of slowly turning into Nidhogg was naught more than the bluffing of a deranged woman who could not handle his defiance. For the first couple days, it seemed to be the truth--but it took less than a quarter moon for the first signs to appear.
Try as he may to reverse the effects--avoiding the solution the Mistress offered him--he met naught but failure, despite what promises the town's alchemist gave him. Failure that has lead the dragoon to acquiring not only a tail and wings, but scales slowly consuming the expanse of his body, some adorning his chin and cheeks as if he were an Au Ra, and not an elezen.
Claws for hands and feet, he found himself budding four horns that protruded from his face in a manner not unlike a cone of shame. He could be seen around town, avoiding people as much as possible, zipping around corners to try and lose any who might attempt to tail him.
He's quite the sight to say the least, even more so when he attempts to leap away at the first sight of someone approaching him from the front--his horrid appearance was not one he wished to bear to any, and if he could avoid the attention, doubtlessly he would.
Jumping is something he is highly familiar with--after all, dragoons use jumping to dispatch dragons of their lives, it's their bread and butter in terms of fighting. What he isn't familiar with is how the wings offer a considerate amount of drag, and thus throw off the trajectory of his jump. Atop the roof he aims, but right into the second story window he lands.
Face first, and through the glass. A sorry display if there ever was one.]
Closed to Aymeric:
[After his humiliating run in with those around town, he's decided to give in ere he becomes Nidhogg himself. Slinking around the barracks as he can, avoiding what guards might be around, he finds Aymeric as quickly as he's able.
A feat that might have been easier through the journal, but he cannot entertain the idea of writing with these hands. He hopes Aymeric will aid him--he cannot begrudge him if he wouldn't. Not many Ishgardians would wish to bed a half dragon, after all.]
Aymeric. 'Twould seem the Mistress' word is far more good than I had hoped. I fear I need your assistance if I am to shed this horrid display.
[Help him Aymeric, he done cosplaying Nidhogg...]
What: Partially open; Estinien is around town as a half dragon, then he seeks Aymeric for the cure.
Where: Around town for the open part, the guard barracks for the closed part.
When: Evening
Warnings: Probably sex. Also, Estinien is half dragon??
Open to all:
[Estinien had originally hoped that the threat of slowly turning into Nidhogg was naught more than the bluffing of a deranged woman who could not handle his defiance. For the first couple days, it seemed to be the truth--but it took less than a quarter moon for the first signs to appear.
Try as he may to reverse the effects--avoiding the solution the Mistress offered him--he met naught but failure, despite what promises the town's alchemist gave him. Failure that has lead the dragoon to acquiring not only a tail and wings, but scales slowly consuming the expanse of his body, some adorning his chin and cheeks as if he were an Au Ra, and not an elezen.
Claws for hands and feet, he found himself budding four horns that protruded from his face in a manner not unlike a cone of shame. He could be seen around town, avoiding people as much as possible, zipping around corners to try and lose any who might attempt to tail him.
He's quite the sight to say the least, even more so when he attempts to leap away at the first sight of someone approaching him from the front--his horrid appearance was not one he wished to bear to any, and if he could avoid the attention, doubtlessly he would.
Jumping is something he is highly familiar with--after all, dragoons use jumping to dispatch dragons of their lives, it's their bread and butter in terms of fighting. What he isn't familiar with is how the wings offer a considerate amount of drag, and thus throw off the trajectory of his jump. Atop the roof he aims, but right into the second story window he lands.
Face first, and through the glass. A sorry display if there ever was one.]
Closed to Aymeric:
[After his humiliating run in with those around town, he's decided to give in ere he becomes Nidhogg himself. Slinking around the barracks as he can, avoiding what guards might be around, he finds Aymeric as quickly as he's able.
A feat that might have been easier through the journal, but he cannot entertain the idea of writing with these hands. He hopes Aymeric will aid him--he cannot begrudge him if he wouldn't. Not many Ishgardians would wish to bed a half dragon, after all.]
Aymeric. 'Twould seem the Mistress' word is far more good than I had hoped. I fear I need your assistance if I am to shed this horrid display.
[Help him Aymeric, he done cosplaying Nidhogg...]
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[It would really help if Estinien would admit a longing affection for him or a penchant for blue eyes. Anything would help here.]
[His own hands move from his neck to his chest, his hips rolling rhythmically against Estinien's. He parts for breath, looking at Estinien's face. He could barely believe he had just kissed him. This isn't how he thought this would happen at all. Well. He was a man of flexibility, at least. As it was, Estinien's sweet, boyish kisses were melting his heart.]
[He sits up to look at him and to catch his breath. He pulls the laces loose on his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal a bare chest.]
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Eyes scan over his shirtless torso, tracing the scars that painted him like a canvas—though their numbers were dwarfed by Estinien's own. There's some raw beauty to it, something that stirs Estinien far more than Aymeric's failed attempt at pleasing him orally couldn't achieve.
Claws settling on Aymeric's hips, Estinien grinds up against Aymeric, hoping the continued motion might further stir this foreign feeling, so that his loins may play their part as well. There is pressure forming down there, a feeling almost uncomfortable, but Estinien has suffered worse for less, and so he's content to continue.]
..'tis passing strange. Never did I imagine the situation where you would straddle me like a chocobo.
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[The nerves and the pressure had thrown him, but he was still half-hard and making a valiant effort. Spurred on by Estinien's reciprocation, Aymeric braces himself on Estinien's chest, doing his damnedest to keep the pace of the grinding consistent.
[Why was the topic back on god damned chocobos. He would have to fix that.]
I might have imagined it. 'Twas more of a youthful thought, however.