Reborn

[beingsofkismet]

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME :   Auro Taeral Sylvaris

TITLE :   Golden Sun of the Forrest

AGE :   37

ROLE :   Crown Prince

KINGDOM :   Umoria

GENDER :   Cis-Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION :   Pansexual

APPEARANCE:

HEIGHT: 6' 1"

EYES: Hazel. Though some have said that it changes based on the season

HAIR: Jet Black hair with natural waves, but constantly styled away from his face

BUILD: Athletic. Muscular. Years of rigorous training, hikes, and tree climbing developed into an agile but aesthetically pleasing frame.

NOTABLE FEATURES: His dark hair. Full lips. Youthful appearance. Calloused hands.

CLOTHING STYLE: Auro has a wide variety of clothes, all dependent on what he is doing. Despite that, most of his attires have similar through-lines, such as the earth tones, clean lines mimicking the grains on bark, and not to mention, they are all made out of the best material the lands can offer to them. Gold is used to accent his attires, and any additional colors are added through fine jewelry. However, he is quite fond being nude, he is not shy but he is courteous.

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR:

SKILLS: Multilingual, Elven Magic, Diplomacy, Physical Combat.

HOBBIES: Night walks, Grove restoration, Whittling, Archival Work, Training apprentices, Personal Gardening with non-native plants.

LIKES: The stillness when everyone is asleep, Skinny dipping, Rainfall and the mist it brings, Old maps and star charts, Genuine attempts, Being underestimated.

DISLIKES: Crowded urban cities with no greenery, Unnecessary praise, Wastefulness, Incompetence.

POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES:   Collected, Empathetic, Loyal

NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES:   Withholding, Persistent,  Controlling

QUIRKS: He can hold incredibly still and can much quieter than what people already anticipate.

AESTHETICS: A meticulously cleaned blade and an unguarded warrior embraced by the soft moss as the dawn’s light peeked through the forest’s canopy. Calling to the flora of the land with whispered secrets and their responses carrying through hushed gusts of wind. Leather-bound books pressed with feathers and petals 

Many people may have believed that the first sons of any crown automatically made them fortunate beings. After all, their life was already laid out with the promise of the crown and the luxuries that came with it. But if Umoria wanted to not only survive, but thrive, the spirits of the forrest had to pick a soul who was not only resilient, but empathetic as well. Not just lucky.

With the dawn's light was slowly flowing down to the forrest floor and bathing the newborn child in the golden glow. It appeared the spirits had named the child for him. Auro. The Golden Son of the Forrest. A rather gaudy title, but the prince did hold it near his heart.

After that, his life has only been different forms of grueling training. Etiquette. Education. Sparring. Magic. Culture. History. The Arts. Anything that was deemed necessary to be learned, was pushed onto the young prince. Fortunately for them, they did a good job of training the boy well when it came to obedience, because he never went against their wishes. Auro just followed their orders and pushed himself to the high standards many believed he needed to reach.

There was a brief moment where he did believe that having brothers would ease him of his burdens. However, as the prince got older, it became clear that the weight on his shoulders would never lighten. One was too sick to do so, and the other unwilling. Reaffirming the belief that he could only depend on himself.

Days would continue to pass and the people around him would change, but he would stay the same. They even got the fortune to age and become older all while he remained stuck in time. At first, Auro saw this as a curse. Damned to follow this unending cycle in the hopes of finally becoming king. It was not until he was disrespected by a foreign diplomat for being too "young" that something changed with him.

While it was not was not his intention, Auro was able to humble the stranger with the knowledge that he possessed despite the other's assumed seniority. And unlike the man he just humiliated, the prince was only going to grow more as a person. From there, he realized how much he can still do with this blessing.

He will change the world.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Apprentice/Student: Auro had spent the entirety of his life learning. And although he continues on his pursuit of knowledge, he thinks by teaching others, it applies the things that he has learned instead of it just being frivolous achievements. It can be something easy, or more of an intense relationship. Alternatively, if there's something that your character can teach, Auro may be willing to learn from them.

Suitors: As a crown prince, half of his duties is to find a proper mate and siring a child. Because of his age, he's been going at this for a while. So there can be history, first time introductions, bad initial impressions, or flings that are being kept secret for one reason or another. (Or, he's testing out suitors for his siblings hehe).

Old Friends: Fairly explanatory. Though, for someone who is always calm, collected, and never shows his ego, he will need someone he can depend on and trust enough to reveal the less than perfect sides to him. Additionally, there can be different nuances. Maybe they are more competitive than they appear with one another, only friends because of connections, etc.

Servants: This can be a personal guard or knight, staff at the castle, a noble who's become a gentleman in waiting for him. I don't know, I personally like this plotline and kind of had to put it here hehe.

[quillsandcrowns]

@beingsofkismet ❥ an event starter featuring Biju & Elrik

The Solstice Games had always been a fascination for the young mage, the way that people came from all over to just celebrate other people's talents. Biju had always been a curious soul and the games gave him a chance to not only practice his own skills, but to meet people from others places and learn everything that he could. He really felt like this was the way to be the best high priest, just like his dad.

Biju was talking to someone from the kingdom of Vissai when he spotted a familiar man across from him talking to a small group of men. A blush rose to the boy's cheek as he remembered the last time he had seen the older man. Biting his bottom lip, he excused himself from the current conversation and walked towards Elrik. Smiling to the other men before focusing on Elrik. “Afternoon Elrik, It is very good to see you again,” said Biju with a bite to his bottom lip, “our conversation has been on my mind since last time.”

[beingsofkismet]

Any opportunity was the perfect opportunity for Elrik, but events like this made his life substantially easier. He was not very interested in the games hosted, despite his participation, but he did whatever he could to keep up his appearance. At the end of the day, people believed him to be from a humble noble house, with barely any status to their name. This was an attempt for honor, they would think. Many would understandably despise apparent social climbers, but being a changeling had its benefits.

It was naturally to pull folk here, it was like moths to a flame. And just like one, he'd burn them if they got too close. However, his attention was pulled away from the crowd he curated, and onto a familiar face. Of course, he remembered every little detail about their encounter, but he did love to toy around with his meals. "Hello." He said, as if he forgot the others name but was trying to be polite. "And what was the last conversation we had?"

[beingsofkismet]

Auro was never much of a show off, especially if he considered about how his parents already flaunted him around like some sort of trophy. However, something about these games brought something out of him. The prince was not sure if it was the competition, the fraternization, or if he thought this event was just seen as entertainment for him, but he had signed up for practically every event. Even if he had busied himself to the brim with extreme activities, he has not had his fill.

Back at his camp, the crown prince still trained with anyone willing. At first people were eager to volunteer, only to realize how intense Auro was with even his training. The day may have passed, and only a few people remained, tired and ready to leave hoping someone else would be unwise to go forward and relieve them of their duty.

"Come on, do not tell me this is the extent of your enthusiasm!" The prince shouted. His words were said harshly, through heavy breaths from all the activity, but there was no malice in them. "Let us have some fun!"

@quillsandcrowns

[heavensoared2]

@beingsofkismet

the  quiet  afterward  was  his  favorite  part.

darius  lay  sprawled  across  elrik’s  chest,  one  arm  loosely  draped  over  him,  the  sheets  tangled  somewhere  around  their  legs.  warmth  still  lingered  in  his  skin,  a  pleasant  heaviness  settling  through  his  limbs  that  made  it  difficult  to  imagine  moving  anytime  soon.

lanternlight  flickered  softly  against  the  ceiling  beams.  he  watched  it  lazily,  eyes  half-lidded.  elrik’s  chest  rose  and  fell  steadily  beneath  his  cheek.  the  slow  rhythm  of  it  was  calming  in  a  way  darius  rarely  allowed  himself  to  acknowledge.  his  fingers  moved  absentmindedly  along  the  man’s  side,  tracing  idle  shapes  without  any  real  purpose.

he  felt…  quiet.

not  just  the  room.

himself.

that  alone  was  rare  enough  to  savor.

his  eyes  drifted  closed  for  a  moment  before  opening  again,  gaze  sliding  upward.  “if  anyone  in  vissai  knew  i  end  up  here  half  the  times  i  visit,”  he  murmured,  voice  low  and  warm  with  lingering  ease,  “there  would  be  an  entire  council  convened  about  it.”  the  thought  made  the  corner  of  his  mouth  lift  slightly.

his  fingers  stilled,  resting  against  warm  skin.

“several  councils,  probably.”

he  shifted  a  little,  settling  more  comfortably  where  he  lay.  his  cheek  pressed  more  firmly  against  elrik’s  chest,  listening  for  a  moment  to  the  steady  heartbeat  beneath  it.  so  simple.  so  strangely  comforting.

darius  exhaled  quietly.  “they  already  think  lysain  is  a  bad  influence,”  he  added  after  a  moment,  tone  thoughtful  but  light.  “too  many  secrets  moving  through  one  city.”  his  fingers  resumed  their  slow,  idle  tracing.  “information  travels  faster  here  than  anywhere  else.”

he  paused.

“the  skywardens  hate  that.”

the  words  came  easily,  carried  on  the  same  soft  current  of  afterglow  and  ease  that  always  loosened  his  tongue.  darius  shifted  again,  stretching  slightly  before  settling  back  down.  “they’ve  been  adjusting  patrol  routes  lately,”  he  said  idly,  gaze  drifting  back  toward  the  lanternlight  above.  “further  west  than  usual.”

a  small  pause.  “closer  to  the  coast.”  he  didn’t  think  much  of  the  words  as  they  left  him.  his  body  was  warm.  his  mind  quiet.  and  for  the  moment,  the  world  beyond  this  room  felt  very  far  away.

[beingsofkismet]

Despite Elrik's skill, this was no longer a performance. In this private ritual, what had been unlikely now felt so vital it ached, a comfort stitched deep into their nights.

They moved together with practiced ease, fitting like two puzzle pieces. Elrik wrapped his arm around the prince, drawing him close so the prince lay atop his chest. The prince’s beard rasped against Elrik’s skin, and it felt as though the night would be incomplete without that familiar touch.

Lingering silence offered warmth as they savored their closeness. From early on, Elrik discovered that, given time, the prince would eventually speak, revealing answers to unasked questions.

Waiting, he relived every sharp detail he had learned about and from his partner: the warmth of his laughter, the coldness in his silence, the bitter taste of the lies he'd swallowed, and the precise spots where a touch drew a shiver. Each memory pressed in, until the crown prince seemed more vulnerable, more naked, than if exposed in this very moment.

When the low, gruff voice finally spoke, Elrik’s eyes shifted from the ceiling to the prince cradled against him. Elrik reached out deliberately and traced his hand down the prince’s muscular back, as if gently urging him to continue speaking.

"I didn't expect our meetings about bureaucracy to draw so much attention," he joked. The affection in his touch shifted as his hand wandered lower, cupping the familiar curve he had claimed many times before. "Don't worry, this is our secret. I want this to last, and I will see that it does."

In some way, he could convince himself that withholding these truths from Darius was its own kind of twisted loyalty.

"The Skywardens are a mighty family. What would they be so scared of?" Following his comment, he listened for the most part. With no desire to reveal anything about himself, Elrik let others view him as the noble known for his looks, content with the role. Because of this, he’s become adept at playing the vapid yet caring character.

He shifted closer, planting a kiss on top of his head. His voice trembled, the question slipping out almost against his will. "What reason would they have to do that?" he murmured, clinging tighter. "Hopefully this doesn't mean you'll be taken away from me."

[prodigysang]

with the conclave being hosted every decade, this was not fabianus' first time in varlinnis. he was five years old when he first had to step foot on the land as a young prince. not the crown, never the one next in line, but the spare that would have taken over if something every happened to his dotting brother. not that the king wanted that.

one of the things that annoyed him the most was the fact that he couldn't ride pyraxis that often. in the early mornings, sure, they both stretched out their limbs. yet throughout the day, that would have been too dangerous. he would have been deemed a threat to the crown if he brought his dragon that close. idiots, all of them. he could have burned some of them down quicker than they could have reacted, probably.

somehow, he found himself walking into a tavern that would have made his father roll into an early grave. good, he hopes the man finds out that he's here. he's still wearing parts of his royal garments. the black and red showing signs that he's from vissai and can't be mistaken for anyone else. can you imagine? the shame. the further he walks into the establishment, the more that he seems to call attention to himself. yet it's the pretty man with the earring that he wants to tug that seems to capture it the most. his body slowly turned over to him, head slowly going down as he inspected him. would this be a good companion for the night? at least for the tavern? probably. he didn't seem as dirty as some of the others, which was good. so fabianus looked up at the man and smiled softly, never forgetting the charm a prince was meant to carry. "i won't be drinking this early on, but i can join you for some company if you'd like." never trust a beverage he wasn't used to. still, he decided to join the other and take a seat. "it's a beautiful night, is it not?"

[beingsofkismet]

A light chuckle was how Elrik responded to Fabianus's little ruse, somewhat amused by how natural he was at this. So much so that he decided to play along, because he was not the type to concede first. "Apologies for my presumption, my lord. However, I am delighted to learn that you have restraint amongst such vices." His voice was soft, almost yielding to the prince, but they both knew how that was not the reality. Elrik's green gaze followed the dragonrider's eyes as he sat down, now at eye level with him. "Stunning, more so now that I have you by my side, my prince." This time, one could tell he was saying things in jest, even if he did swipe over the other's form with unadulterated hunger. His finger traced the rim of the glass as he moved closer ever so slowly, appearing as if he was just an advantageous noble trying to make an impression on the prince. "So, what is stopping you from indulging tonight? Attempting to keep your wits so someone doesn't find you vulnerable?" He asked before taking a swig from the chalice.

[heavensoared2]

the  doors  had  barely  settled  behind  him  when  a  voice  reached  him  from  further  down  the  corridor.

darius’  gaze  lifted  immediately.

the  man  approaching  could  only  be  arteros.  there  was  a  certain  confidence  in  the  way  he  moved,  an  ease  that  suggested  the  corridor  itself  bent  quietly  around  his  presence.  and  yet  the  appearance  was  something  darius  could  not  help  but  notice.  where  he  himself  favored  structured,  practical  fabrics  embroidered  with  the  small  dragons  and  crests  of  vissai,  accented  with  a  few  subtle  rings  and  chains,  arteros  moved  with  bare  feet  against  the  polished  stone,  chest  bare  save  for  chains  and  jewels  that  caught  the  lanternlight  with  each  step.

darius’  eyes  lingered  only  briefly  before  returning  to  the  man’s  face.  the  smile  there  was  unmistakable.  so  this  was  the  infamous  tempter  of  the  desert.

“master  arteros,”  he  greeted  evenly,  though  a  faint  note  of  curiosity  threaded  beneath  the  calm  composure  as  his  gaze  swept  the  corridor  around  them.  the  space  felt  deliberate  somehow,  as  though  every  turn,  every  shadow,  had  guided  him  here  without  his  noticing.  perhaps  it  had.  “i  cannot  say  i  expected  to  find  you  waiting  quite  so  precisely.”

the  mention  of  the  oasis  drew  a  faint  tilt  of  his  head.  “not  a  struggle,”  darius  replied  after  a  moment,  a  quiet  skepticism  in  his  words.  “though  i  suspect  that  may  have  had  less  to  do  with  my  own  sense  of  direction.”

and  then  arteros’  hand  touched  his  shoulder.  light,  casual,  almost  incidental.  and  yet  darius  felt  it  immediately.  not  unwelcome,  not  intrusive,  simply…  unexpected.  his  gaze  flicked  toward  the  goblet  offered  between  them,  the  deep  red  wine  catching  the  corridor’s  firelight  as  it  nearly  spilled  over  the  rim.  shared  cups  were  rarely  accidental  gestures.  for  a  moment  he  considered  refusing.  etiquette,  propriety,  the  thousand  small  rules  he  carried  like  armor  pressing  against  his  chest.  then  again…

come  as  a  man,  not  as  vissai.

he  let  out  a  quiet  breath  through  his  nose  before  accepting  the  goblet,  fingers  brushing  briefly  against  arteros’  as  he  lifted  it  to  his  lips.  the  wine  was  warm,  rich  and  smooth,  settling  carefully  along  his  tongue.  “i  imagine,”  he  said,  lifting  the  chalice  slightly  as  his  dark  eyes  returned  to  the  sorcerer,  “that  refusing  the  first  drink  offered  by  the  host  would  be  considered  poor  manners  here.”

his  gaze  lingered  on  arteros  now  with  renewed  curiosity,  noting  the  way  the  jewels  glimmered  against  bare  skin,  the  casual  ease  in  every  movement.  “though  i  am  curious,”  he  added  calmly,  the  faintest  hint  of  amusement  threading  his  tone,  “how  exactly  you  knew  where  to  find  me.”  but  most  importantly,  why  me?

the  corridor  fell  quiet  around  them  for  a  heartbeat,  the  music  of  the  oasis  drifting  faintly  upward  through  open  doors  and  corridors.  darius’  fingers  tightened  lightly  on  the  goblet,  a  small,  controlled  gesture,  as  he  measured  the  energy  of  the  man  before  him,  the  pull  of  the  party  beyond  and  the  strange,  inevitable  weight  of  being  where  he  had  been  guided  to  stand.

[beingsofkismet]

With his lips tight together, Arteros offered the prince a smile and a nod of his head. "Arteros is fine. Tonight, we are just men enjoying the pleasures of the world," he began, voice soft as not to upset the other if he were to perceive this as a reprimand of sorts. As the other took the scene into account, Teros' gaze remained on the man, noticing every small feature on the perfectly sculpted face. "That's where you are wrong, Darius," he said familiarly, something that was not uncommon for the Master even in more formal events. "I simply waited at a random spot. I had no reason to believe that this was the route you would take. Fate brought us together."

A light chuckle escaped the man's full lips, and he briefly glanced down at the stone beneath their feet. He then looked back at Darius. "You're sharper than the finest sword," he said. "Yes, it may not have been navigational skills that found me, but rather the direction within you." Arteros shifted, moving his hand again, and this time pressed his whole palm to Darius's chest. Not just a finger, though that might have sufficed, but Arteros was nothing if not audacious.

Arteros could instantly feel it, even beyond his expertise in sorcery. When he gently placed his hand on the prince's arm, the tension was unmistakable. For the prince, even a simple touch seemed foreign, as if no one had ever reached him before. Yet, it was unsurprising. A man who's lived a life behind a gilded cage would act no differently than a frightened creature. Still, he wanted to care for him.

So, Teros did what he was good at: pushing people's boundaries. Though with Darius, he has been comparatively gentle. As he watched the Vissai prince take his initial fill, the mage reached and swiped his thumb over the man's lips. Only to bring his digit into his mouth and lick the thin coat of the wine of it. A deliberate move that he executed absent-mindedly, answering the other as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred. "No, it would not be the best impression that you could make on me, but that drink is more for your benefit than my own."

The mage's smile lingered, but it softened; he raised a brow and tilted his head, studying the other with equal curiosity. He spoke, "I hope you're not asking because you're worried about a breach of security. Believe me when I say I would not stoop so low." His voice dropped to a low murmur. "Unless it was absolutely necessary." He paused, then admitted, "As to how I found you, I don't know. It wasn't deliberate. I just sensed you. It felt as if you were lost, and I was drawn to you. That's how I managed to send you the invitation."

The conversation could have delved into the intricacies of the ether, but Arteros took charge and placed his hand on Darius' lower back. Less assertive than usual with others, but firm enough for Darius to notice and follow. "I'm just glad you came," but we’re not here to stand in an empty hall; we’re here to have fun and forget about the world,” he cheered as he led him to where the party was. Behind a misleadingly small door, there was an expansive ballroom holding anything anyone could desire. The spirited music filled the space with ease, leading the performers who amused the guests who were not busy with either music or a lover or two. Arteros looked at Darius, head leaning closer to whisper into his ear. “As I said, that drink was for your sake. And if you want another, your cup is always full,” he said, borrowing the man’s chalice and taking a hearty swig from what was already an empty glass before handing it back to him full as ever.

[quillsandcrowns]

@beingsofkismet closed starter ➶ corvus & auro

This little meeting up had been going on for a few months now, after their chance meeting at a gathering of kingdoms. Auro had been on Corvus mind nightly since their first night together, luckily something that continued to happen when they are both in the same area. Tonight Auro was here to visit the royal family, but he wondered if that was just something he made happen so he could see Corvus. Probably not, but it did help to stroke his ego a little.

Corvus smirked as he was let into the guest chambers of the prince by one of the guards, peeling off his shirt before the other could even ask. “Did you miss me, your highness. I felt your eyes on me the entire night,” said Corvus as he moved to Auro, “Have I been on that cute mind of yours since last time?”

[beingsofkismet]

Traveling to another kingdom was something that Auro always enjoyed, but lately, it felt like it was becoming another slog of responsibilities. The moment people catch wind that a foreign prince is arriving, they push all of these events for him to join. Of course, Auro is not the type to be rude. Originally, to meet with the princes of Kaleris, the Son of the Forrest, ended up attending a party of one of the noble houses here. It was lovely, but it still didn't capture the elf's interest. That was until he saw a familiar face.

Unfortunately, not much was said that entire night between the two, but Auro knew that this would be not the last time he would see him.

"I was expecting you to rescue me from the insistent noble who was demanding my attention all night. But maybe I was expecting to much from you," Auro answered in jest, lounging in his provisional chamber as he watched the other take of his shirt. "So, in a way, you indeed were. Was I in yours? Those blue eyes of yours were on me no less than he was."

[heavensoared2]

@beingsofkismet (<3 finally did it lmao)

the  invitation  had  appeared  without  explanation.

one  moment  the  small  table  beside  darius’  bed  had  held  nothing  but  the  oil  lamp  and  the  stack  of  council  reports  he  had  been  reading  well  past  midnight.  the  next,  a  folded  piece  of  parchment  rested  neatly  atop  them,  as  though  it  had  always  belonged  there.  no  servant  had  entered.  no  door  had  opened.  just  his  name  written  across  the  front  in  an  elegant,  curling  hand  that  seemed  almost  amused  with  itself.

he  had  known  immediately  who  it  must  be  from.  he'd  heard  the  whispers  for  a  while  now,  though  truth  be  told,  darius  never  really  bothered  to  know  more.  maybe  he  should  have. 

few  men  in  liathra  would  dare  address  the  crown  prince  of  vissai  with  such  theatrics,  fewer  still  would  do  so  without  seal  or  messenger  or  even  the  courtesy  of  knocking.  master  of  revels  of  lysain,  lord  of  festivals  and  endless  celebrations,  a  man  whose  reputation  seemed  to  follow  him  wherever  he  went  like  the  lingering  scent  of  incense  and  wine.

the  message  itself  had  been  infuriatingly  brief.

a  night  without  crowns,  titles,  or  expectations. come  as  a  man,  not  as  vissai.

darius  had  very  nearly  thrown  the  parchment  into  the  fire.

it  was  presumptuous.  improper.  entirely  ridiculous.  and  yet  refusing  it  outright  would  raise  far  more  questions  than  accepting  it  ever  could.  an  invitation  from  lysain  —  even  one  delivered  in  such  a…  unconventional  fashion  —  was  still  an  invitation.  for  the  crown  prince  of  vissai  to  ignore  it  would  invite  gossip,  speculation,  perhaps  even  offense.  diplomacy,  irritatingly  enough,  demanded  appearances.

so  here  he  was.

seraphina’s  wings  beat  steadily  beneath  him  as  they  cut  through  the  cool  night  air,  the  great  dragon  gliding  with  effortless  strength  through  the  dark  sky.  below  them  the  land  stretched  wide  and  quiet,  broken  only  by  the  occasional  flicker  of  distant  torchlight  where  small  settlements  clung  to  the  earth  like  scattered  stars. 

arteros  had  chosen  his  timing  with  irritating  precision.  the  invitation  had  appeared  on  a  night  when  council  meetings  had  dragged  long  past  dusk,  when  reports  of  trade  disputes  and  border  tensions  had  stacked  themselves  endlessly  upon  his  desk,  when  the  silence  of  his  chambers  afterward  had  felt  less  like  peace  and  more  like  a  cage.

darius  exhaled  softly,  the  breath  carried  away  by  the  rushing  wind.

seraphina  shifted  beneath  him  then,  her  massive  wings  angling  as  she  began  a  slow  descent.  ahead,  the  darkness  of  the  landscape  had  begun  to  change.  faint  lights  shimmered  between  low  hills,  flickering  gold  and  amber  and  even  from  this  distance  he  could  see  movement  among  them  —  lanterns  swaying  in  the  night,  firelight  dancing  against  pale  stone.  music  carried  faintly  upward  on  the  wind.  not  the  distant,  orderly  sound  of  a  court  performance,  but  something  warmer,  looser.  drums  somewhere  beneath  the  melody,  laughter  drifting  upward  in  uneven  bursts.

seraphina  landed  with  a  heavy,  graceful  thud  upon  a  stretch  of  open  ground  just  beyond  the  lights,  her  wings  folding  slowly  against  her  sides  as  the  dust  of  their  arrival  settled  around  them.  darius  slid  down  from  the  saddle,  boots  meeting  the  earth  with  quiet  certainty,  one  hand  briefly  smoothing  the  silks  at  his  waist  as  he  stepped  away  from  the  dragon.

“go  on,”  he  murmured,  giving  a  light  pat  against  her  neck.

seraphina  rumbled  softly  in  response  before  spreading  her  wings  once  more  and  lifting  back  into  the  night  sky,  her  dark  shape  disappearing  into  the  stars  within  moments.

for  a  brief  moment  darius  stood  alone  in  the  quiet.

then  the  music  reached  him  again.

after  a  short  pause,  he  adjusted  the  drape  of  the  scarves  around  his  shoulders  and  turned  toward  the  distant  glow  of  lanternlight,  following  the  sound  of  laughter  and  drums  deeper  into  the  night,   lowering   his  hood   once   he   seemed   to   pass   a   ..threshold   of   sorts.  how  did  this  even  work? 

[beingsofkismet]

The sorcerer from Lysain had that effect on people.

Always as if he were intruding. That's how he gained the title Tempter of the Desert. But Arteros only laughed; it meant he had successfully lured men here.

And Darius appeared to be no exception. The arrival set things in motion, just as before.

Almost like an unprompted riff on a song, Arteros could feel the beats of a dragon's wings in the air as they approached the Oasis, their collective energy only crescendoing, adding to the symphony of vivacity. It was unique; even without their presence, it stuck out to the sorcerer. Perhaps not in harmony, but the man was rather excited about that, since it was his duty as the host to help this guest sing a different tune.

Once he knew Darius had landed at the Oasis, Teros slipped away from the crowd, navigating into a grand corridor. It was empty, except for two lovers far down the hall who focused only on each other. Teros paused in the middle of the corridor, waiting, as though he had been instructed that this was Darius’s arrival point.

Teros took a generous swig from his golden goblet, the red wine staining his lips as he stood patiently, eyes on the hallway for any sign of Darius. Though doors lined the hall, he made no move to search, trusting Darius would appear. As if on cue, a heavy set of doors opened further down, and Darius from Vissai entered.

"There you are~" The master said in glee as he approached the new face, almost as if he knew he would be. His eyes swept the newcomer, studying his attire and taking the other in. While the other was covered in fabric, Teros, comparatively, revealed much more flesh. Barefoot, with his entire chest exposed for anyone to gawk at, only sparsely covered by ornate jewelry and constellations of gems dangling off of him. Even his lower body, covered in sunrise orange fabric, could have been considered revealing given how thin the material was.

"Hopefully, the Oasis was no struggle to traverse.” Confusing, perhaps, but it was rather hard for one to get lost here despite how expansive it was. It had many possibilities to explore, but it led you where you needed to go. Good to know that he was in Darius’ mind. “Maybe a drink will help?” Gently, he placed a hand on the prince’s shoulder and offered the goblet he was indulging from. Instead of being empty, the chalice was practically overflowing with wine.

[liathracouncil]

𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖘 𝖒𝖞𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑; 𝖑𝖞𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓'𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘 @beingsofkismet

[beingsofkismet]

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME :   Arteros Arassai Myrthael

AGE :   32

ROLE :   Master of Revelry

KINGDOM :   Lysain

GENDER :   Cis-Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION :   Homosexual

APPEARANCE:

HEIGHT: 6' 1"

EYES: Warm-Brown, making him seem approachable and anyone who gazes into them feel comfortable, even if Teros might feel indifferent over them.

HAIR: Black with perfect curls.

BUILD: Muscular. Fuller. He is known to study in the arcane, but he found that the physical training has allowed him to better hold magic. Still, some indulgence can be seen on the edges with a fuller figure that he has.

NOTABLE FEATURES: His charming smile and charismatic eyes.

CLOTHING STYLE: Vanity is something that plagues the Sorcerer. Appearances and showmanship was what was expected from the Master and what he was good at. So, he was part of experience as well. Dressing himself in intricate clothing from all over Liathra. Expensive materials, impressive embroidery, visionary silhouettes. Arteros was always in an ensemble that felt out of place and made into a spectacle. However, he was also known for the lack of clothes on his body. Instead opting on sporting jewels and some light coverings. Practicality was not necessary.

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR:

SKILLS: Hospitality, Spellcasting, Arcane Knowledge, History, Performance.

HOBBIES: Collecting wines and spirits, studying magical manuscripts, exploring The Oasis,

LIKES: Genuine Joy, Intelligent Conversations, Music, Dance, Poetry, Witty Banter, Secrets, Freedom, Generosity.

DISLIKES: Religious Propaganda, Rigid People, Dated Ideologies, Political Hypocrisy.

POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES:   Spirited, Visionary, Bold, Generous.

NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES:   Salacious, Cunning, Arrogant, Self-Serving.

QUIRKS: Walks around barefoot at times to ground himself to the magical energies.

AESTHETICS: An ever changing mirage that tempts anyone that comes across it, cold and pristine jewelry on soft and warm skin, his desires being the command of others.

BIOGRAPHY:

The Arassai are a powerful and high ranking family within the kingdom as they creates irrigations, and distributes the water that is needed for this kingdom.

Myrthael is one of the six original ancient bloodlines from Varlinnis. Once deemed to be powerful protectors against arcane threats, they spearheading the creation of the veilbound ritual. However, whether it was coincidence or fate, the following generations of their lineage had not shown signs of any magic until the birth of Arteros.

This brings a lot of conversation that ultimately leads to the child to being trained as a high priest even before he could even form words.

Being dubbed as the chosen one of sorts. Even called a gift from the Slithering Serpent since everyone was patient for the return of magic for this house. However, there are some who have said that he was only a bad omen, since protection might be needed if a magic-imbued Myrthael was born.

Unfortunately, he rejected these rigid constraints. Using his magic for much more frivolous reasons. And as he grew older, the scale of his grandiosity only grew. This had upset many people, even outside of the family, and magical order, since his actions also appeared to have rejected the values of their deity. Yet, a select few say he may show different facets of the Slithering Serpent, as they are also associated with temptation and hidden knowledge. Regardless, the man managed to acquire the title of Master of Revels at a surprisingly young age of 17.

With this newfound freedom, he was left to his own devices. Traveling the desert on his own until he found an Oasis in the middle of the dunes. Or, rather, it felt like it called to him. It had ancient buildings already, preserved as best as it could in these harsh conditions. It was stunning and that's where Teros staked claim as his domain. Happily hosting festivities there for friends and travelers alike. Practicing his rituals. Only to notice that this watering hole was growing in size, allowing for bigger revelries, but aiding in his ability to give to travelers.

Despite the grandiosity and strong attachment he had to The Oasis, he also had homes all over Liathra, in all kingdoms. Hosting parties and performing rituals. Respectively, there would be children of his all over the land as well.

Without any doubt, Arteros is a controversial figure. Seen as both blashphemous and devout. Politically dangerous and complacent. The Chosen and The Omen. The man did not care, because it only fueled something inside of him, and he knew that he was more than the perceptions people had of him.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

RIVALS: As stated, Arteros is a polarizing figure not only in Lysain but across all of Liathra. I need him to have some tension with others, since it would only make sense. This could be military figures, priests and religious folk, other sorcerers, childhood friend, even some of the veilbound. Additionally, he needs to find trophies. He is a descendant of the Myrthael, so fighting arcane threats like werewolves are innate to him.

VEILBOAND CREATION: Alternatively, he wants to practice the ancient magic of his family and transform someone into a veilbound. Perhaps somethings go awry, or everything happens correctly, but there is a strange connection between the two.

SERVANTS: Taking care of a magical domain is no easy feat. There's always something new to discover or to interpret. So anyone who could help run things smoothly, aid him in the arcane, or assist tasks that an indulgent sorcerer could ask for.

MENTOR: Someone who was helping him through his studies, even if Teros didn't want to participate. Perhaps someone who still tries to push him to follow the path to become a high priest.

GENUINE LOVER: Even though he is someone who appreciates authenticity, especially when it comes to joy, Arteros is performative when it comes to more vulnerable sides of him. He has had many lovers, and sees them as friends, but there's one who should be able to peak behind the scenes.

[supfag-archives]

MICHAEL EVANS BEHLING

[quillsandcrowns]

✎ ➳ closed starter for @beingsofkismet

✎➳ setting: in the library

Biju's mind had been reeling about werewolves all day since the talk with his father the other night. Since it was a bit of a slow day, he was deep in reading any of the books that he could find on the subject; though unfortunately for him there were many. He still wanted to have some kind of information to take home to his father, but now only had a few “possibilities” and “what ifs”. He closed the book and put it in the stack of books that he needed to take back as he leaned back in his chair. Biju ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his eyes before putting back on the glasses that he needed for reading. He saw someone enter the room, quickly moving to stand up and smile.

“Welcome, is there anything I can help you with or are you just coming to browse?” asked Biju as he moved his glasses on his head, “I know this place like the back of my hand, so lucky for you, you got the best person to help you.”

[beingsofkismet]

"I'm just coming here to look around," Elrik answered with a smile of his own. Of course, like anyone else who would visit the library, he was there to retrieve some books. However, unlike everyone else, the noble specifically sought certain books that served as dead drops for his covert messages as the Master of Whispers. Managing informants could be difficult, but for Elrik,whose secret identity demanded discretion, he approached each task with focused precision. Though he would have preferred to act alone to avoid risks, Elrik also recognized the advantage of having others unwittingly assist him and sought opportunities to reduce suspicion. So, he leaned in, pretending to be more intrigued than he truly was. "Is that so? Would that mean you're willing to help me out?" he cooed, his green eyes set on the man's dark pair. Elrik hoped involving this man might serve his purpose and perhaps prove entertaining as well.

[edwynxlaurentus]

Ever since he had been a boy, Edmyn had taken to the water. It did not help that so much of Kaleris was dotted with pristine, beautiful lakes. The most beautiful in the world, the Prince would argue. He was currently at a private, personal retreat from the palace that he owned. Though still within the capital, the property was built right at the water's edge and surrounded by trees, almost hidden away. Here he could come to disappear, to find quiet from the life of a prince. 

The Prince had been swimming, perhaps what he loved most in the world. Save for the few servants he had on the property, he had believed he was alone and so swam naked. What other way was there when swimming to truly enjoy it? After about an hour, he was pulling himself from the water, droplets sliding down his chest and thighs. He walked across the terrace only to see someone waiting. Making no effort to cover up, he smiled.

“Hello friend, what brings you out here seeking me? Business or pleasure?” Perhaps he was being too informal, but what else was this retreat of his for? “You'll have to forgive me, I was not expecting visitors, and I so often forget the importance of matters of state while I am here. Relax. Make yourself comfortable. Enjoy the luxuries we are prepared to offer.”

[beingsofkismet]

Diplomatic meetings now felt hollow, repurposed by his parents to push him toward courtship. Auro would have much rather done anything else. But by their directive, he was to travel to Kaleris and meet a prince, this time decided by their parents.

Despite his indifference, Auro enjoyed his visit to the kingdom thus far. It was quite breathtaking, and the property was nothing short of stunning. Instead of being taken inside to admire the building's extensive collection of rooms, as he had assumed, the elven prince was surprisingly escorted outside. At first, he was unsure why, standing with perfect posture and looking ahead as he was taught, until he noticed the ripples in the water and the approaching figure.

Despite the sight, Auro kept his composure. His hazel eyes met the blonde’s captivating pair. There was no reason he couldn't. But when the other finally stood before him, Auro definitely felt severely overdressed. "Busin-" Auro was quick to say. However swift his initial response was, the man cut it short just as quickly. "Pleasure," Auro amended, the word ending with an almost questioning tone. Technically, it was business, even if the subject matter was potential matrimony. Still, this was an endeavor most desired by his parents, and seemingly the crowns of Kaleris, who had chosen him to be the partner for the day, setting the tone for their meeting.

Auro was no stranger to wealth, but it rarely caught his attention. Nature appealed to him more, which explained his growing interest in the other’s natural beauty and why he glanced at him when the prince wasn’t looking. "I apologize, Prince Edwyn. It was not my intention to intrude on your time of leisure," Auro said, and something that was an actual luxury for him. "Though I am unsure if you are aware, I have been sent here to become better acquainted with you as a potential partner," he revealed honestly, lacking the expected tact and grace. Still, he accepted the other’s invitation and removed his overcoat to feel more comfortable, revealing his muscular form beneath perfectly fitted garments. "I do hope you are amenable to this."

[khaosmeme]

M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 2.

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[ravenscrownsandspears]

The night was lovely, Elion always enjoyed nighttime because it was peaceful and he loved how the city lit up too. The crown prince had decided to explore, his guard and knight watching over him. The male always enjoyed going undercover because he believed that people were their true selves, they did not have to feel pressured nor do they have to worry about saying the wrong thing, doing and acting the wrong way. The prince looked around for a moment and he noticed the other.

He smiled at the male as they spoke and he licked his lips before speaking. "I would never say no to drinks with someone so handsome like you," he winked a chuckle escaping his lips.

[beingsofkismet]

It was always entertaining for Elrik to observe high-ranking figures dressing down, trying to blend into the common world. But he knew well that their efforts were in vain. His role demanded that he always know who everyone was and what they intended to do, even before they had the thought. Which is why his compliments were rarely without purpose, and sincerity was not guaranteed. Still, with the prince so near, Elrik found himself honestly admiring the prince's handsome features. Clearly a face suited for royalty. Which only made the man's compliment especially satisfying. "Oh, is that so?" The changeling purred, tracing the goblet's rim. "What else might I get away with, then?" he hummed, offering the prince the drink.

[prodigysang]

the crown prince was clearly a charmer. this wasn't the first time that the high priest would have to deal with him either, so he wasn't too shocked by that fact. fate also had a twisted purpose in life. as someone that had been plagued by images since his youth, he was not one to question a prophecy or what seemed to be the stars aligning. so this encounter for him was one that he must have had. there should have been a reason that out of all of the paths he could have taken that night, he chose the one that led him to auro.

the returned bow was also something that made him curious. not that devansh would ever voice his concerns, but he thought a royal should have never lowered himself like that. things were different in varlinnis than other kingdoms however. "something tells me that you don't allow anyone or anything to define your evening. you could have been putting yourself in danger." although the elf was capable of taking care of himself. as the older gentleman, he couldn't help but feel the need to slightly scold him. "allow me to be your guide for your nightly stroll then. after all, who better than someone that's been walking these paths for over a century?" not everyone knew his age, some assumed, but it had been a topic of conversation for the two of them already.

[beingsofkismet]

"Perceptive, aren't you?" he said, his tone casual. Maybe a misstep on his part, but nothing about this encounter is comparable to his diplomatic meetings. "I will not refute your claim. Even though I consider myself capable of handling myself, there is always a chance that things could go wrong. Still, as someone who has always had his life planned out and has been told what to do at every moment, I crave that period when everyone is asleep, and the world feels like it is mine alone. That solitude feels like freedom, and I am willing to risk discomfort to experience it."

Auro had no reason to explain himself to the other, but he didn't necessarily have anything to hide. Still, he smiled at the high priest attending him. "Lecture aside, I would be ecstatic for your company tonight." His eyes flickered with interest when the other alluded to his age, but he refrained from asking him a barrage of questions almost immediately. "Of course. Can't squander the opportunity to spend time with such wisdom."

[beingsofkismet]

open: to everyone location: You can choose, commoner's tavern, high society party, etc.

Among the revelry, people celebrated the enduring promise of peace in Liathra. Inevitably, however, their thoughts turned to the royal families, and soon whispers spread. They conjured rumors about intrigue in the Sunspire or insisted they'd glimpsed an improbable figure in the streets of Dawnreach. Whatever tales surfaced, Elrik was always listening, in one way or another.

Elrik had spent his life in Varlinnis, but with such a monumental event underway, the city felt transformed. Accustomed to crossing paths with people across the capital, he now ended the evening at a chosen establishment with a specific aim: to discover which revelers might further his agenda. Most would dismiss the choice as random, but Elrik knew,did not simply assume, that someone of value would come through those doors.

Until then, the changeling entertained himself, basking in the attention of the patrons drawn to his appearance and nature. His modest clothes disarmed many, leading them to treat him as someone in need of care. Of course, he was finding pleasure in the night, but it wasn’t because of the deserved praise or the endless drinks, but the little bits of information that they offered to him willingly, believing him eager for nothing beyond attention. He listened, collecting every detail, especially from one man who quickly became his unwitting source. While pretending to savor whispered advances, Elrik always kept an eye on the entrance, waiting for the true focus of his evening to appear. As soon as he spotted this person, he dismissed his companion with a few quiet words. Alone again, he poured himself wine, readying himself for the true opportunity: “Care to join me for a drink?” he asked politely, his eyes shimmering as they matched the dangling earring on his left ear.