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TDM #2 - Spring is in the Air~
Spring is In the Air;
Our Second TDM is here and we're ready for some warmer weather!
☙ Arrival ☙
'You find yourself wandering through a forest of strange colors. The last thing you remember is a strange ring of mushrooms in a riot of shades, singing to you in ethereal tones, tempting you and telling you to step in the midst them to discover riches beyond measure. As you do, a bright white light flashes before your eyes. When your sight returns, the forest of bizarre trees and plants looms before and around you.
As you step forward, laughter—deep and menacing and also light and tinkling—follows your footsteps. Yelling, questioning, gets you nowhere. Only a narrow path of stones allows you to avoid the foliage that seems to want to eat you alive. If you step off of the path, you find vines wrap around your legs, dragging you into the dark interior of the forest, until you wake up later, your body covered in strange symbols that will disappear after a few days. For those wise enough to not tempt fate and stay on the path, soft blue lights—fairies of indeterminate sex—appear, and beckon you to follow them down the path through the trees. A few hours of walking brings you to a village of stone and wooden thatched houses that appear as if they're both brand new and ancient at the same time.
A creature that at once appears to be monstrously beautiful and hideously decrepit steps forward to greet you, holding out a small silver hand mirror with a smile that makes your blood run cold (if you have any sense). "Welcome to the Fae Wild, child. This is the domain of the Handmaiden of the Sidhe Queens. Come with me. The others are waiting. All will be explained once we are gathered." It is then that you see the others spoken of, people that look almost.... normal and just as confused and angry as you are.
Dare you step forward to learn your fate?'
So, you’ve survived the trip down the path and made it to the village that is the heart of the Fae Wild. The Handmaiden and her helpers, mostly pixies, brownies and some sylph and dryads, are handing out silver hand mirrors to all of the newcomers. Once you’re all gathered, the Handmaiden will explain that you’ve been brought here with the promise of riches and treasure through the magical fairy rings. While you’re here, you will be expected to assist the fae creatures in the activities the Handmaiden has picked for you to do.
If you agree to it, you will be richly rewarded. If you refuse? Well, how much do you enjoy the thought of being put under a cloche jar for a while? Don’t worry. You’ll be able to breathe in there. It wouldn’t be good to have someone die on their first day after all. After securing your agreement, your mirror will flash five times, and tapping the surface shows a letter-type of message in flowing script, telling you how to reach your new cottage during your stay.
Questions to the fae may or may not be answered, but never fear. They want you alive. For now.
☙ Clever Clovers ☙
With the warming of the weather, more small fae seem to be spilling into the Fae Wild all clad in green. Against the starkness of the snow of winter and the darkness of the long nights, the sight is a welcomed one by the regular denizens of the village. While these new fae travel around, they’re followed by trails of light that disperse in many directions. As the motes hit the ground, they burst into showers of sparkles that leave behind bright sparks of greenery that would make a fully stocked conservatory blush in envy.
For those that know, the closer you get to the new plants, the better you can tell that you’re staring at Trifolium, or better known as clovers. No flowers have bloomed yet, but the unmistakable clusters of three leaves gathered around a central stem are there in all their simple beauty.
The new fae—leprechauns from the Summer Court, of course—are happy to tell you that they will reward you if you can find their special shamrock among all the new plants. For those of you who pick the standard three-leaved clovers, you’ll be given recipes for teas and dishes that they can be used in, with the promise that any food products consumed of these varieties will shake off the last of the Winter’s blues that are sticking around stubbornly. If you are lucky enough to find a four-leaved clover, a real and true shamrock, the leprechauns will happily reward you with one wish (within reason, of course). And, those of you who find a five-leafed clover….
Well, you like having green skin for the next week, right?
Make sure that you sign up down below so the mods can RNG which clover you find.
For those that know, the closer you get to the new plants, the better you can tell that you’re staring at Trifolium, or better known as clovers. No flowers have bloomed yet, but the unmistakable clusters of three leaves gathered around a central stem are there in all their simple beauty.
The new fae—leprechauns from the Summer Court, of course—are happy to tell you that they will reward you if you can find their special shamrock among all the new plants. For those of you who pick the standard three-leaved clovers, you’ll be given recipes for teas and dishes that they can be used in, with the promise that any food products consumed of these varieties will shake off the last of the Winter’s blues that are sticking around stubbornly. If you are lucky enough to find a four-leaved clover, a real and true shamrock, the leprechauns will happily reward you with one wish (within reason, of course). And, those of you who find a five-leafed clover….
Well, you like having green skin for the next week, right?
Make sure that you sign up down below so the mods can RNG which clover you find.
☙ Rampant Blooms ☙
Spring arrives with the first few brave buds of crocuses and daffodils pushing their way up through the still snow-scattered ground. These blossoms are only the vanguard of what is to come, and soon the Fae Wild is awash in flowers, bright and colorful and full of the promise of warmer weather and brighter days.
And also full of magic. Because it’s the Faewild.
Each species of flower seems to have its own flavor of enchantment. Breathing in the scent of the flowers or even a casual brush against their petals will be enough for the spell to take hold.
Luckily for everyone the effects will pass in a few hours’ time as long as you get away from the flowers. Unluckily for everyone, you don’t build up a resistance to the effects, so second and third exposures will have the same effect as the first. Also, multiple flowers can affect someone at the same time. Hopefully you aren’t gifted an unfortunate bouquet.
And also full of magic. Because it’s the Faewild.
Each species of flower seems to have its own flavor of enchantment. Breathing in the scent of the flowers or even a casual brush against their petals will be enough for the spell to take hold.
Daffodils will inspire uncontrollable joy. Even the most dour and curmudgeonly sort will find themselves all smiles and laughter, unable to contain the happiness, Hey, there are worse things, right?
Soft blue forget-me-nots on the other hand, are the source of sorrow and tears. They will dredge up the saddest moments and memories in your life and leave you a weepy, sniffly mess. Cry it out, babes. Maybe it’ll be cathartic?
Trumpet shaped petunias will leave you in a rage. Even if you’re not the type to ever lose your temper, you’ll find yourself lashing out. Verbally, physically, who knows. Could get dicey.
Hyacinths summon jealousy and envy strong enough to overwhelm your better senses, even if there’s no rational basis for it.
Regal irises stir terror inside those they afflict. Everything is suddenly frightening, even for the bravest warriors.
Red, pink, white, and lavender roses will have you absolutely bursting with love. Romantic love? Platonic love? Could be either, but wow are you just so full of love. Better share it. Hugs? Confessions? Crying over how lucky you are to know the object of your affection? Yeah, all that.
Orchids on the other hand, well, those are less love and much more lust. Orchids act as an aphrodisiac. Hopefully you at least wait until you’re behind closed doors? Or else the Fae are likely to get a free show.
Soft blue forget-me-nots on the other hand, are the source of sorrow and tears. They will dredge up the saddest moments and memories in your life and leave you a weepy, sniffly mess. Cry it out, babes. Maybe it’ll be cathartic?
Trumpet shaped petunias will leave you in a rage. Even if you’re not the type to ever lose your temper, you’ll find yourself lashing out. Verbally, physically, who knows. Could get dicey.
Hyacinths summon jealousy and envy strong enough to overwhelm your better senses, even if there’s no rational basis for it.
Regal irises stir terror inside those they afflict. Everything is suddenly frightening, even for the bravest warriors.
Red, pink, white, and lavender roses will have you absolutely bursting with love. Romantic love? Platonic love? Could be either, but wow are you just so full of love. Better share it. Hugs? Confessions? Crying over how lucky you are to know the object of your affection? Yeah, all that.
Orchids on the other hand, well, those are less love and much more lust. Orchids act as an aphrodisiac. Hopefully you at least wait until you’re behind closed doors? Or else the Fae are likely to get a free show.
Luckily for everyone the effects will pass in a few hours’ time as long as you get away from the flowers. Unluckily for everyone, you don’t build up a resistance to the effects, so second and third exposures will have the same effect as the first. Also, multiple flowers can affect someone at the same time. Hopefully you aren’t gifted an unfortunate bouquet.
☙ Kelpies, Kelpies, All Around! ☙
The Fae in the village are hurried around this time of year, openly talking of Kelpie mating season. There are open warnings to stay away from any body of water, whether it be the lake or the various streams in the forest.
The villagers mostly tell you to beware. They've lost too many to the mating season.
Upon asking any of the village denizens, they'll tell you the tale of the kelpie, a beautiful and powerful black horse that preys on anyone it encounters. They seek companionship, in either form. In its equine form, the kelpie is able to extend the length of its back to carry many riders into the depths. In human form, they lure their victims into the water to devour them, then throw the entrails to the water's edge.
The kelpies are solitary creatures, able to transform into human figures. The only distinction is that they usually have water weeds in their hair. Traditionally, Kelpies keep to a male form, but are known to revert to a female one as well. A telltale sign a horse is a kelpie is that their hooves are backwards.
The villagers tell you that it's your job to keep them away from the village so everyone stays safe. It's an honor to be chosen for this because of how dangerous it is. There are several ways to do this - you can try to outright kill them. They have a weakness to silver and iron, the villagers say. The second way is to gain control of the kelpie's bridle while in equine form. It's a risky maneuver, but on rare occasions you can instruct it to go back to where it came from. Or put it to work.
The kelpies are solitary creatures, able to transform into human figures. The only distinction is that they usually have water weeds in their hair. Traditionally, Kelpies keep to a male form, but are known to revert to a female one as well. A telltale sign a horse is a kelpie is that their hooves are backwards.
The villagers tell you that it's your job to keep them away from the village so everyone stays safe. It's an honor to be chosen for this because of how dangerous it is. There are several ways to do this - you can try to outright kill them. They have a weakness to silver and iron, the villagers say. The second way is to gain control of the kelpie's bridle while in equine form. It's a risky maneuver, but on rare occasions you can instruct it to go back to where it came from. Or put it to work.
The villagers mostly tell you to beware. They've lost too many to the mating season.
☙ Mirror Network ☙
The mirror plays its cheerful and difficult to ignore chime, flashing to let you know that you’ve received a message. Everyone has. And it’s not going to stop until you give it a look.
When you do, the face in the mirror belongs to a woman, eerily beautiful in the way the fae seem so talented at. Her hair is dark, skin fair but looking faintly sun kissed, cheeks flushed and full of life. Her eyes seem to shift, blue to green to gray to darker, to an impossible violet and pink and green and back again. This is the face of the Summer Queen, greeting her Handmaiden’s guests as Spring has finally arrived.
“Winter is ending, and all the secrets hidden by the snow are starting to be known. Tell me a secret, my dear? Share with me something you keep in your deepest heart?”
Her voice is gentle and musical, lulling, as if you can trust everything and anything she says. Of course you can. And why would you possibly refuse her request? Unless you muster up an impressive amount of willpower to resist the magical charm being cast upon you, you will find yourself compelled to reply, to share some unspoken secret with the woman in the mirror.
Sadly, your reply will be broadcast to the entire mirror network and shared with everyone. Oops. But hey, what better way to make new friends than a speed run to vulnerability and intimacy? Happy Spring!
When you do, the face in the mirror belongs to a woman, eerily beautiful in the way the fae seem so talented at. Her hair is dark, skin fair but looking faintly sun kissed, cheeks flushed and full of life. Her eyes seem to shift, blue to green to gray to darker, to an impossible violet and pink and green and back again. This is the face of the Summer Queen, greeting her Handmaiden’s guests as Spring has finally arrived.
“Winter is ending, and all the secrets hidden by the snow are starting to be known. Tell me a secret, my dear? Share with me something you keep in your deepest heart?”
Her voice is gentle and musical, lulling, as if you can trust everything and anything she says. Of course you can. And why would you possibly refuse her request? Unless you muster up an impressive amount of willpower to resist the magical charm being cast upon you, you will find yourself compelled to reply, to share some unspoken secret with the woman in the mirror.
Sadly, your reply will be broadcast to the entire mirror network and shared with everyone. Oops. But hey, what better way to make new friends than a speed run to vulnerability and intimacy? Happy Spring!
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Well, it works to shut him up, not necessarily because she tells him to, more because he literally chokes, his mouth falling agape for a few seconds as he stares dumbfoundedly.
Way to call him out, Wednesday! Not that it's anything abnormal. It's just another day ending in 'y' for him. Noctis figured it was only a matter of time before someone took up the mantle of official 'dunk on Noctis' representative anyway.
Get a grip! He chides himself, running a hand through his hair again.
"Overthinking. Got it." Noctis replies as he tries to compose himself.
Which doesn't last long as she closes in and her hand assertively fists in his shirt. His eyes not only widen in surprise, but a certain heat starts to trickle in as she locks her gaze to the deep blue of his own.
Shit. Why is that so damn hot!
Ok. He can do this!
His heart is thumping a mile a minute as he swallows and brings a hand up to cup her cheek while his other falls to her waist.
Leaning down, he finally goes for it, and presses his lips gently to hers for what's meant to be a simple, chaste kiss.
Noctis' intent is to start by getting a feel for one another, work their way through it slow and steady. But the moment their lips meet, it's like a fire lights in his low belly, and all of those plans fly out the metaphorical window. So much for holding himself in check.
The hand on her hip slips around to the small of her back, his arm circling her waist as he pulls her form flush to his. Noctis' other hand slides around to the nape of her neck where he insistently cradles the base of her skull as he firms the kiss.
[[ooc: See? He just needed a little encouragement! Btw, he actually was only wearing his pants still, but I like this too much so I'm retconning that he took off his shirt lol.]]
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There's a certain hesitancy in his every move that comforts that small voice in the back of her mind that is constantly yelling that she's never done this before. And the voice quiets even more when he seems to get excited at the way she becomes aggressive. She can do this. Even if she has to channel her mother more, she can and will do this.
In that vein of thought, she allows the kiss to move along but she's no passive wallflower. After a few seconds, she pushes him back and hardens her eyes. "Your shirt and pants. Lose them. Now." Even while she's demanding he undress, she's removed her shoes and is returning to unbuttoning her blouse.
I like how they're both like "Ok I can do this!"
Yes.
Noctis is actually starting to get pretty into the kiss, the hand at the back of her neck skimming down her spine while his other slides up her side; both tentatively beginning to do a little roaming.
That is until she pushes him back; his first instinct being that he did something wrong.
"Shit! I'm-"
He's about to apologize when she cuts him off with her demand, and again, it sends heat streaking down to his core. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that almost no one back home would dare make such a tall order of the prophesied King of Light.
Noctis chuckles softly, both a little awkward, but also amused, and obliges the request; stripping his shirt off first and tossing it haphazardly, uncaring of where it ends up. His pants take a little more nerve, but once he repeats his mantra, stating that 'he can do this' a few times, the hesitation passes quickly, and those too, are kicked aside.
What makes it weird is standing there buck-ass-naked while Wednesday continues undressing herself, one button at a time.
So he steps back up to her and lightly catches her hands in his, offering her a smooth, almost playful, smile as he gently urges them down to her sides and picks up where she left off on his own.
I mean, what else could they do! Also, CW: sexual situations
While he strips, she tries very much not to watch, but even her limited experience with the male half of the species can tell her that he is toned in ways that come from heavy training and fighting. Well, she's not exactly built like Bianca, but she has some curves that are hidden by her clothes. When he comes over to remove her clothing, her blouse is undone, hanging on her shoulders as she pulls it from her skirt and tries not to let her mind go hazy with the overwhelming desire she actually feels for the ability to touch his skin, kiss him.
"Hurry. I don't like waiting." She has to ignore the slightly wavering hint in her voice. She doesn't like it, and much less than being denied what she wants. And to let him know that she's just as needful of this joining they're about to experience, she removes the camisole she wears under her blouse, letting the cool air whip across her skin, her nipples hardening in the chill. "If you make me go much further myself, I might have to finish that way as well."
Sorry for late! Moving and the sick from Hell! Hope you don't mind backtagging!
Of course, what kind of prince would he be if he didn't oblige the lady's request? So with deft, nimble, fingers he abandons conscious thought and lets instinct take over, proceeding with one hand to explore her breasts, while the other helps rid her of the remaining skirt and panties barring him from her full nudity, letting them both drop to the floor and pool at her feet in one fell swoop.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Then he pulls her body flush again, a little more forceful than intended, his form shivering and muscles tensing with the skin to skin contact, as he locks his lips with hers for a hot, just as needy, kiss.
Meanwhile, he continues to massage and knead at her breasts, pausing every once in awhile to toy with the sensitive peaks; pinching and rolling each between his thumb and forefinger in turn.
But the more of her Noctis touches and tastes, the hungrier he feels, desiring more, yearning for more.
It's not long before he breaks from the kiss to trail languid presses of his lips along her jawline, down her neck and to her collarbone where he gives an experimental nip to see her reaction. If favorable, he'll continue mouthing lower with a mix of teeth, lips and tongue, until he can capture a nipple lightly between his teeth, enclose it in his lips and suck, while swirling his tongue around the pert nub.
Noctis' other hand in no way remains static though, as he gets braver still, palm smoothing over the small of Wednesday's back, roving circles over her side and hip and down to her rear where he squeezes firmly.
She's free to interrupt him at any time. In fact, he'd very much enjoy it if she did decided to take the metaphorical leash into her own hands- even more so authoritatively, if she so chose.