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@arch-faes-son
@icancorruptyou Gets killian for Myth!Loki
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Its been a while since the inciting incident that made his life just ever more magical, now that hes connected to an arch fae. Killian knew the feeling of being followed magically, though this signature was different.
"Can you stop following me..." He turns to the other, smiling a little at the sight of the other. "For two seconds?"
@icancorruptyou Prof Loki and Killian bc i cant help the angst
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Shrike was.. Kind, despite the obvious shock Killian was experiencing. With everything really, Not only knowing that magic and fae exist, That he was now so closely tied to that world, but also that all the people in that small university and even smaller and more prestigious music department had well... outcasted him. Wanted to get rid of him permanently.
"Killian." Shrikes voice soft as he appeared and opened the door, his appearence non magical, more like a man who could appear as Killian's father. "We should at least say goodbye to your favorite professor.. before you move out."
Killian sighed. He was right, there was something to say there anyways. 'I know im a good student, im sorry this has to end' could just be it.
"Ill be with you." Shrike pats Kilian's shoulder and is gone without much flourish.
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Office hours were nearing their end, Killian just making it to the out of the way office of one of his favorite professors. Knocking before peeking his head in, he stops in the doorway. "Hey, Just wanted to say bye."
It took a moment to realize that Perrin didn't know this guy. And of course he immediately started to turn to see who was supposedly following them. But this guy was a bit drunk and Perrin wasn't about to get his pocket picked.
"How far is that? Why are they following you? Can you at least stop hanging off me so much?" Perrin wasn't the most comfortable with physical affection. It was something quite foreign to him.
The moment he mentioned not hanging off of him he moves back, patting his shoulder to try and keep it nonchalant as he puts his hands in his pockets. "Only like ten minutes out, i swear."
looking over his shoulder at the two men retreating only a little. "Its part of the business, your a bard, you sing about people and they don't really take kindly to it." Killian sighs, looking back at him, still looking like he's giving him puppy-dog-eyes.
“Yes, well… something like that.” He chuckles at the mention of Dorian’s mother. “My mother is Always there to lend an ear but not much to say. She still travels, still a nomad like me so having the time to meet is like making planets align.”
his eyes look down at the drink in his hand at the mention of the college. It was… a great opportunity ruined by a small few, but he nods, looking back up at the other bard. “Yes, well. were both here, arent we?”
“Indeed we are,” Dorian nodded, offering no more mention of his own parents. The threat of returning to them still loomed large in his future. Instead, he removed his lute with a small florish, nothing too show-off-y as the fellow he was with was also a bard.
“Could you perhaps show me a few tricks from your bard college? I could teach you a few… improvisational skills I’ve picked up? I doubt they teach that at college.”
Killian's smile sits bright but a touch somber. "I'm more of a jack of all trades master of none man, i don't know if i could teach you anything new..." He says, reaching for his pack. "Could Never really pick out the best instrument so i got a few in here...."
Pulling out his fiddle and cupping it in between his shoulder and chin, he then retrieves the bow for it. "You can add to this if you want to."
@cupcakesmuses bc i wanted a boy to kiss Perrin (eventually)
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"Hey! Gods its been so long!" Killian rushes up behind the taller man.
This was going to turn into a dangerous situation if he hadnt asked for help... Throwing an arm around the mans shoulders, He pulls him in to whisper in his ear. "Don't look but I'm being followed, please just walk me to my carriage house." He looks up at him, brown eyes pleading.
It was evident that Killian probably had a bit too much to drink, but the two big men looming behind him was a telling sign.
@sah1x1s Gets another thing ported from Discord
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“You know what time it is!” Killian beams, despite the fact that halfway through is set he’s covered in sweat, his short dyed hair sticking a little to his forehead, His shirt half buttoned showing his chest. “Request time! My friend in the pit, grab our lucky friend and bring him up here!”
It was all not that random, though killian didn’t know exactly who would be picked, backstage managers had pulled the man at admission to ask for consent to be put up on stage for a serenade. Killian holds out a hand to help him on stage, as their backup singer puts a stool in the center of the stage.
“That’s a pretty big bruise, how’d you get that one, handsome?” He asks as he escorts the man to the center, cocking the microphone to him so that he can speak if he wants to.
@arch-faes-son sent from Shrike...
"He is My son, and I take care of him."
"Well, that may be, but... All I see is a kid who's afraid of his father most of the time. That ain't no way to live. For either of you."
FCG's head shook gently, blue lighted eyes dimming slightly and glowing more brightly. Any of the Bell's Hells would tell you they did that when he was concerned. They weren't looking for an argument with Shrike, far from it, but what Letters had seen from this guy, he was sort of expecting one...
Though one might expect the being to become belligerent. but the looming figure of robes took a step back in shock, a skeletal hand moving to its chest as if they had been shot.
"Is it true?" Shrike near sobs out.
"I- I know i can be a little overbearing when he gets hurt but... what should i do, little one? do- should we talk about it?"
“Oh, no. Well, not originally. I work here now. At the academy, on and off.” Caleb blushed at the flirtation, chuckling slightly at the other’s embarrassment. He was fairly well dressed. There was a humbleness about him that didn’t quite match the silvery vest he wore under a dark burgundy suit.
“I’m not much for singing, but thank you for the compliment. I grew up in the country, a little village in this area. So the accent…” He waved his hand, indicating why it would be so similar. “What about you?”
He nods, cocking his head to the side and grinning a little. One part about being a bard that surprised others was how much he liked hearing other peoples stories. One could talk to him for hours and only hear the basics about Killian, But Killian could learn everything from them. He lets out a small 'Oh' before rubbing the back of his neck, its not everyday people asked about his childhood.
"My Mother is nomadic, so we never really stayed in one place long enough to pick up anything accent wise." He chuckled. "We used to live in this Carriage house and only stay places longer than.. say three weeks when there was repairs being done or the weather wasn't cooperating."
Caleb gave a short chuckle, raising his glass to the young man, taking a sip before shaking his head, "I am afraid some obligations are keeping me here, but... I suppose you are right. For some people. Are you an adventurer?"
If Killian had hung around Rexxentrum for any length of time, he would easily hear that Caleb's accent was incredibly similar. Though his dialect was not as clipped or precise as most of the locals of the Capital.
"Not really... Maybe wandering scholar would be a better word for it." He smiles crookedly into his drink before taking a big sip. "My mom never tended to stay around one place for too long, and i take after her, so..."
"Are you from Rexxentrum?" he asks, tilting his head a little. "You have a really nice voice, would love to hear what singing voice you have."
".... That came out more flirtatious than i wanted."
"Drown you?"
For a moment it was if those bright little light blue glowing eyes widened, by way of brightening just a touch more. The little robot looked down for a moment, giving the sound of a sigh and looked back up, shaking his yellow head.
"That's awful. Truly. You musta been so scared... But honestly, I know that are you enough. You are. Just because you're not enough for them? Well, hell, if they go around trying to drown people, trying to hurt them? They ain't worth anything. But something tells me that you are."
Killian shrinks back a little during the pause between them. It was something still very shameful to him, despite that people said it wasn't his fault.
He only nods when FCG mentions how scared he must've been. that he was.
"Thank you." He sighs, his eyes now wet from the affirmations. "Its unusual... to hear this sort of thing. Not like the people close to me say its my fault, or-" He sighs again.
/// @cupcakesmuses this is the peak Killian and Shrike aesthetic. Just imagining orym in the back listening to this lol
@arch-faes-son sent...
an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation
It wasn't that she didn't like Killian... She did, very much. But her life, such as it was, was so complicated. Romance wasn't something she had on her radar. Not truly, anyway. She had her fantasies of someone coming into town, declaring their love for her and filling her in on the last few years. The fantasy that a kiss would break some curse and her memories would return in an instant.
But for six years, none of that happened. Her memories were still piecing things together, trying to distinguish dreams from fantasy and from slipping memory. And something... else.
Killian was kind and handsome and he seemed to enjoy spending time with her. Vesper enjoyed his visits to the Sun Kissed Tavern and Inn where she worked. After being asked to take a stroll through the market, Killian kissed her. It was a surprise, but not an unwelcomed one. Just... a surprise. Vesper kissed back after a moment, letting herself have, without holding back for someone or something she couldn't remember... something good.
Killian never really had anyone to keep him from leaving, and still really didnt. He was obviously very fond of vesper, but that didnt mean their time wasnt... short.
"Im sorry to have rushed to this." He states, some moment of clarity. "i will, i will just not be here for long and i would regret it for years to come if i hadnt expressed my fondness for you."
"if, i mean if you want to stay friends i will make peace with this." he expresses, cheeks a little red with embarrassment. the kiss a surprise to the logical self as it possibly was to vesper.
[ cont from here with @arch-faes-son ]
Alastaire crashed into Killian, his sword hilt butting up against Killian's hip, pulled forward by his long mustard colored duster jacket. He kissed Killian back desperately. It had been a while since he allowed himself this. And how far he'd be willing to go even then. He wasn't that drunk. He knows he shouldn't drink, it's so stupid to do that with his 'condition' as he calls it, but life simply hurts to fucking much not too.
He hears the bar tender clear his throat and Alastaire eyes the large firblog, his lips still pressed to Killian, pulling away only momentarily to fumble with a few coins out of his pocket. About three silver and a gold, which is enough to pay for their drinks and a room, which Alastaire already has upstairs. And several coins that don't look anything like what this country uses as currency. The sun elf scoops those back up before shoving them back in his jacket pocket and grabbing Killian's hand.
"I have a room...?"
"Use the bloody room," The firblog gripes, "You got another night now. I ain't running a brothel here. Go on."
Killian moves to scoop up his things and put them on his shoulder, pale hand slipping into his easily. "Grab your things, love." they remind the sun elf, waiting for him and then going up the stairs about two stairs behind him.
He enters before Alastaire, moving to put his instrument and his pack in an empty corner. As soon as that door closes Alastaire is set upon again, Killian using his taller stature to pin the elf to the door, kissing him yet again, clumsy, passionate.
pulling away just for a moment, Killian gets down on his knees, hands on the mans thighs. He doesn't move to undo any closures or unbuckle anything, opting to simply puppy-dog-eyes him until he got what he wanted.
"Yes, well... something like that." He chuckles at the mention of Dorian's mother. "My mother is Always there to lend an ear but not much to say. She still travels, still a nomad like me so having the time to meet is like making planets align."
his eyes look down at the drink in his hand at the mention of the college. It was... a great opportunity ruined by a small few, but he nods, looking back up at the other bard. "Yes, well. were both here, arent we?"
"Yes, well... something like that." He chuckles at the mention of Dorian's mother. "My mother is Always there to lend an ear but not much to say. She still travels, still a nomad like me so having the time to meet is like making planets align."
his eyes look down at the drink in his hand at the mention of the college. It was... a great opportunity ruined by a small few, but he nods, looking back up at the other bard. "Yes, well. were both here, arent we?"
[ cont from here with @arch-faes-son ]
Orym's body language relaxed only a little. It didn't mean much to Orym, the strange being that was Killian's father. And not with the tone of voice Killian was using. Or the slightly belittling attitude of Killian's father. There was a difference between parents who helped in your initial creation and parents who helped in your upbringing. Something in Orym told him that this person was more of the former.
"So that means...?"
"well, thats a long story-" Killian sighs before shrike interjects, his gaze tilting to killian "'not that long of a story. Your mother wanted a son and i gave her the blessing. You have been my son since you were born."
Side stepping in front of orym Killian moved to pull at the mans robe. "Can you not be an asshole in front of one of my only friends?"
"that's just how i talk..." the fae grumbles, before making a nod at Killian's determined stare. "Nevertheless, i am pleased to make your acquaintance, orym. I have heard such good things about you."
“I did not think I could ever come back here…”
"You don't have to." The answer was plain to him.
Raising his glass of wine, he looked to caleb. "To being here tonight. And not Tomorrow?"
to lend a metal sound receptor | open FGC
"You can talk to me, ya know? About anything. Even if you think you won't want to hear what I have to say... You can tell me just to listen. If you want."
"I guess... I dont recall telling you, but..."
"Bardic college was an extremely rewarding, and extremely lonely experience. I was... under the wrath of men twice, triple my worth in gold. the tried to drown me. and i wonder just all the time, was i really not enough for them?"
