Reflections from the Night Before

[faewildmods]

J-Dawg

my bro from another ho

Puck

Did you get the name of that naiad last night?

J-Dawg

Are you fucking kidding me? I should punch you in the junk rn. My M O T H E R is livid

Puck

Oh, that explains a few things.

Puck

Uh, can you get someone with fire magic to come and help me de-ice the walls?

code

You wake up a little bleary-eyed and fuzzy-minded. It's strange. You don't really remembering overindulging last night, and yet here you are with the distinct sense that somehow you weren't making the best decisions. Faerie magic is funny like that.

But it's probably fine. It's not like you made any really poor life decisions, right? Like drunk-mirroring your fellow Faewild guests?

Oh. Oh no.

Better check your messages, and see what's in your Reflections from the Night Before.




All right, dears, you know the drill. Your characters have found themselves firing off (perhaps) ill-advised texts. Choose from the horrifying archive of text based debauchery or craft your own bespoke messages.

All threads in this post may be considered canon if all parties involved agree. All threads may be counted for Activity Check as well as Rewards.

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[makingmyway]

Some of us enjoy the room.

[ He says that, but ever since he started traveling with the Crown Keepers, he finds comfort in close sleeping spaces. ]

[halfling_dad]

Your feet don't hang off the bed.....I always thought that was cute.

[makingmyway]

[ The response this time comes verbally as Dorian steps into their shared bedroom, snorting first. ]

You would. Meanwhile you’re always perfectly comfortable.

[halfling_dad]

[Orym is indeed in a little nest of blankets blinking up at Dorian.]

It makes traveling easier sometimes.

[makingmyway]

[ With a chuckle, Dorian crosses the room to change into his sleeping clothes. ]

It certainly was convenient during our time on the road.

[halfling_dad]

You and Fearne were a nice balance....she was warm and you were cool.

I always had someone to keep me at the right temperature.

[makingmyway]

That’s true… [ Letting his hair down from the topknot, he glances at Orym over his shoulder with a small smile. ] I hope it hasn’t been too cold with just me.

[halfling_dad]

I...love Fearne...I do. But you mean so much more that sometimes it's hard to put into words.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian feels his cheeks grow warm, and he ducks his head sheepishly. ]

You…You mean so much to me too.

[halfling_dad]

You are so pretty when you blush.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian laughs, a bit embarrassed, as he finally slips into bed next to Orym. ]

Well, I’m glad you think so. Because you’re very good at getting me to.

[halfling_dad]

[Orym chuckles]

It's fun to see what works.

[makingmyway]

[ With a playful roll of his eyes, he lightly shoves at Orym's shoulder, trying to push him down onto the bed without any real force. ]

You're a menace sometimes, you know that? Go to sleep.

[halfling_dad]

[Orym leans up to press a sweet kiss to Dorian's mouth.]

Love, love, love you.

[makingmyway]

[ Though a bit surprised, Dorian tilts his head up to return the kiss, one hand reaching back to hook behind Orym's neck and hold him there for a moment longer. ]

I love you too.

[halfling_dad]

Never gonna get tired of saying that.

You are made for loving.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian chuckles softly. ] Only because you taught me how.

[ Wrapping his arms around Orym, he then drags him to lie down on the bed, cuddling him like a stuffed animal. ] But now can we please get some sleep?

[halfling_dad]

[Orym snuggles against Dorian.]

Okay....

[makingmyway]

[ With a smile, he holds Orym a bit tighter to his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. ]

I love you.

[halfling_dad]

Love you too beautiful.