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Rules | Character Select fandomless original character multimuse, working within the framework of side quest NPCS! Written by Lanna follows back from @vierandancer
"Aidan... all right, I have some spots open next week if that works for you? Mainly towards the end of the week unless you've traveled far to get here and need more time?"
To Elias, this man was nothing more than a curious fellow who wanted to speak to his departed grandmother. Nothing about him revealed that he was actually secretly investigating Elias and didn't actually agree with what he did. If he'd had any inkling of suspicion, the conversation would have been shut down right away, and Elias would have retreated inside his home.
It was just in his nature to be trusting of others, even if that was quite naïve.
"The end of the week would be perfect," Aidan bowed his head, pausing to finish off the water he'd been given and stand. He handed the glass back to him.
"I shall return soon, then. Thank you for your hospitality --... " He chuckled sheepishly. "Apologies. I gave you my name, but only know you as the shaman."
❝ With the soldiers? I suppose that makes sense… ❞ She would have been surprised, admittedly, if Cynder and his father managed to sit through dinner together on a daily basis. Was she to join him in the Great Hall, then? Or was there perhaps a separate space for the women to eat? She had questions, but when she felt the man's hand against her back, suddenly she couldn't recall them. Oh, well. She was bound to find out eventually…
As she descended the steps her attention shifted to observe the open space Cynder had led her to. It was a bit comforting, seeing more people in a singular place that weren't an army of men, but she didn't allow her gaze to linger overlong. She could feel eyes on her, and once again that anxious feeling crept up, causing her to turn away from their curious gazes and look to Cynder once more.
❝ What if I… ❞ She paused, recalling his previous words. If she proved poor in these aspects, would they simply keep trying? Asking felt foolish, especially when she remembered how adamant the prince had been before. She shook her head.
❝ N-nevermind. It's not important. ❞ She brushed it off, peeking towards the large fire to avoid his gaze. He'd likely scold her for fretting about it. Apologizing in anticipation of what she may do, as he had phrased it.
❝ Preparing food is not my strong suit, ❞ She had no strong suit. ❝ But I will do my best. ❞
She came to a stop as a child ran up to her, having escaped the watchful eye of one of the nearby women. A young boy with round cheeks and even rounder eyes, staring at her as if he'd just discovered a new animal. Despite her nerves, Borte offered a gentle smile to the boy, politely gesturing for him to return to his caretaker. She didn't want him to get into trouble. The boy, delighted by the acknowledgment, had no qualms and hurried back. Borte watched after him, her shoulders relaxing a bit.
Cynder had wanted to insist she ask her question, but allowed Borte to make the decision for herself. He did not want to keep scolding her.
And he predicted her saying she was poor at preparing food. Before he could assure her, an interaction unfolded before him that was ... almost healing for him, in a way. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen a woman interact with a curious brat before. That boy in particular had a knack for running up thoughtlessly to whatever he fancied.
But to witness Borte's gentle nature in a child's presence was like a glimpse at the future. The near future. And it was exactly what he desperately needed in his life since his mother's exile.
As the child fled, he moved up beside her and placed a palm on her shoulder.
"You won't always be viewed so," he assured her. "You are my bride. Half of them will fear you, until they learn who you are."
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from @newsidequest >> [ teaseback ] March & Everleigh!! go march go
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧 (VERY USFT!!!!) send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed! @newsidequest
from @newsidequest >> [ control] Everleigh @ Casper RIP
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧 (VERY USFT!!!!) send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed! @newsidequest
from @newsidequest >> [ edgeplay ] Florian @ Eiland oops
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧 (VERY USFT!!!!) send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed! @newsidequest
[ edgeplay ] sender toys with the line between too much and not enough, until receiver’s begging
It didn't take much to leave Eiland begging. His body shook with tremors ransacking his body, his arms tied behind his back, left on his knees and staring up at Florian with begging eyes. He couldn't move. Tied at the ankles and his hands bound behind his back, he was at Florian's mercy.
He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against the bulge in Florian's pants. Closing his eyes, he felt like he was on the brink of tears if Florian teased him any longer. He wanted him, but Florian was seemingly playing hard to get. Or was at least enjoying how pathetically close the archeologist was to begging for him.
"Please, Florian." Eiland whimpered, leaning into him, his nose and mouth buried in Florian's groin as he looked up again, his eyes glistening with tears that couldn't seem to fall. His face blushed as pink as his hair, and his arms pulled at his restraints in a feigned attempt to release himself. He was the perfect image of debauchery packaged perfectly for Florian's whims.
"I--I don't know how much more I can take." Eiland whimpered, near the edge of sniffling. "Please. Give me anything-- I just want... you!"
Borte wanted to protest further — Cynder truly did look like he could benefit from a moment of rest, and there was a part of her that hated the thought of adding to that despite the circumstances… But Cynder insisted, and he was already moving to leave. Borte shuffled after him quickly, falling into step beside him.
Her eyes followed the sweep of Cynder's hand, peering down the hall whilst he explained the layout. She took mental note of the rooms he mentioned, trying to piece it all together in her mind.
❝ Ah… So no mindless wandering, then. ❞ She said, a half-joke. Curious as she may have been, she knew it wouldn't be wise to go poking around on her own. She continued at his side, glancing over with curious eyes.
❝ Does the Khan's family eat elsewhere, then? ❞ She asked. ❝ Since you said the mess hall was for the soldiers… ❞
Cynder shook his head. "I've always taken my meals in the Great Hall. My father, save for certain celebrations or feasts, dines in his chambers alone. It is all by choice."
He placed a hand on her back, directing her with a gentle but firm touch as he walked her out of the fortress.
"Valkin -- that is, the name of our settlement -- is not difficult to learn," he continued as they headed down a short set of steps. "Everything is enclosed."
Despite the damage that had been done to their walls during the harsh winter storms, they had already made full repairs. Most of the longhouses, as well.
"The healers' house and kitchens and gathering spaces for women and children are in the middle," he began, guiding her towards the center, guiding her towards a large central campfire. "Those who do not dine within the Great Hall often eat here. The women assist to prepare the morning and evening meals."
Indeed, there were a number of women -- a few even including those who had been taken the same day as Borte -- milling about, minding children and contributing to a stew pot from an open air kitchen. As Cynder walked through, once again eyes went to him -- and to Borte. He ignored them, looking at her.
"You will be expected to contribute as well, once you've settled in. The elders will teach you."
From @newsidequest: Casper has received a dozen selfies of Everleigh with particular emphasis on her cleavage!! She seems to have taken them while in the break room at her jobs. What do?!?!?
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Ping~!
It must have been the mortal again. Gods, she was getting really annoying lately. Didn't she know that spamming was not going to make him check his chat app any faster? Sometimes he regretted making the damn thing...
Ping Ping
Ping
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PING!
PING!!
❝ OK, I'M LOOKING! STOP SENDING SO MANY MESSAGES! ❞ He snapped out loud, even though the mortal woman was nowhere to be seen nor was nowhere near him to hear his childish outburst.
He fished for his phone and yanked it out of his back pocket to open the app, seeing what she had to say this time.
Except she had nothing to say. In fact, she didn't have to say anything at all.
❝ .......!!!!!! ❞
He never felt his cheeks get to hot before. Scroll after across, it was pictures of the mortal woman's voluptuous and attractive chest in all sorts of angles. Some showed just the cleavage, some with her pulling her lowcut shirt down a little more to show the color of her bra, and another that revealed just a hint of a pink...
He closed the app as quickly as he'd opened it and slammed his phone facedown on his desk so hard, it might have cracked the screen.
He needed to process what he just saw. He didn't think she could be so bold!! Then again, he should have known better. She'd been nothing but bold since the first day he made himself known.
.........
He picked his phone back up, opened the app once more, and silently saved every photo she sent, letting them pile up in his gallery for later... usage.
❝ Ahem. ❞
❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞
Oh boy. Delphi & Ryis. Obvs they just met so -waves hands- just practice, doesn't have to be canon lmao
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The door opened, and Borte turned to face Cynder as he entered the room. She looked down at her new garments, then back to him with a sheepish smile.
❝ They're quite comfortable, ❞ she said. Her head fell to a tilt, brows furrowing just a bit.
❝ Are you sure you wouldn't like a moment to rest? ❞ She asked. ❝ You look a bit tired… ❞
Cynder shook his head. "If I stop now, I will not wake until dinner. Or later. And you have waited long enough."
He motioned for her to follow him out.
"Regarding the fortress," he began as they stepped out into the corridor. "It is large, but simple."
He gestured to the hall, "The main corridor is straightforward. It runs the length of the fortress' keep, and then opens up on either ends to take you out onto the walls and their respective gate houses. It connects the Great Hall, which acts as both throne room and mess hall for soldiers, as well as the war room, kitchens, barracks, and latrines. As well as the Khan's familial chambers, like ours."
He looked down at her.
"You are free to wander, as I said. But you'll likely be scolded for going anywhere within these walls without purpose."
It seemed this woman had no intention of showing mercy and ending his suffering, even when so near death, the universe still showed him cruelty. Was his existence so shameful that he didn't even deserve to fade away without suffering?
Foulques did not have the strength to even scoff, but he wanted to as the woman instructed him to stay still. Did she think he had the ability to do otherwise? If he was capable of movement he would hardly be lying here, now would he?
She claimed she would help him, but as far as Foulques was concerned, she would do nothing but cause him more pain. And as she began to cast her spell, it became clear he was correct. The pain was agonizing, moreso then it had been when he'd hit the ground or during the time he had laid there unmoving.
It was impossible to entirely hold back a pained gasp, even if his pride wished it to be otherwise. Bone and muscle were not meant to shift so, not in such a short period of time. Each movement was accompanied by a loud crack and a sharp jolt of pain.
When the woman placed something in his moth, he didn't hesitate to bite down hard, despite not knowing what it was. He would take anything, even poison, if it would help with the pain.
He couldn't tell how much had passed as the woman continued to mend his twisted bones, it could have been minutes or even hours, everything passing by in a blur of pain. Eventually though, things began to subside. The pain was not gone, but it no longer occupied every sliver of his being, allowing him the strength to slightly open his eyes and glare at the woman.
❝Why...could you not just let me die?❞ He rasped out, not a hint of gratitude in his tone.
Delphi continued to do all she could for the man. After a very tense ten minutes or so, she was exhausted -- but confident that she could help him get up and move. It would be painful, but not as excruciating, and her home wasn't far. Better medicine yet dwelt within those walls, and --
"--What?" The question he rasped out as the bark fell from his teeth froze her in her tracks.
Die? He wanted to die? Had his fall been self-inflicted then?
... No. No, no, no, no. That wasn't right. He was simply upset. Frightened. He was in pain. No, she would not simply allow someone to die. Not again. NEVER again.
"--Hush now," she soothed, obstinate. "I am going to help you up. Lean on me. My home isn't far, and I'll be able to better care for you there." She moved to help him stand. "Take your time."
"Shamanism runs in our family, and my grandfather was the shaman of this village before me, and his father before him." It had somehow skipped Elias's own father, and, apparently, it wasn't uncommon for an ability like that to skip a generation even though nobody knew why.
"When he died, it wasn't long before I was talking to him in my bedroom. I think that was more to do with his ability, though, rather than my own. He was the one doing all of the work at that time." His grandfather had found a way to show himself in the mortal realm, but only for a brief moment and only to those with the ability. "After that, I began to learn more about it all and practiced until I was able to let him talk through me."
Elias paused and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I sometimes get carried away when I talk." And he knew he didn't need to go into so much detail, but it really depended on who he was talking to. His friend, Elaine, said that he was naïve at times, too trusting... perhaps she was right, but this man seemed kind.
"What's your name, sir? If you're to come back with your grandmother's item, I can give you an appointment that will work best for you." He would have to slot it among the others.
"I don't think you talk too much," Aidan commented. Maybe it wasn't necessary to reassure the man -- especially if he was a heretic truly forming unnatural pathways with the dead -- but such self-deprecation was unwarranted. A few sentences was hardly an awkwardly long rant.
"It's Aidan," he answered. "And I would appreciate that. I apologize for showing up unprepared."
This man was far too... pleasant to be a heretic, though. Surely, it was some sort of scheme -- even one based in good intentions.
"She sounds rebellious." He smiled, already trying to picture what the woman might have been like in life. Elias had a lot of respect for people who went against the grain and didn't try to fit into what society expected of them. Maybe it was because he was like that, even though he didn't think he had the same ability to open doors. If anything, he'd probably isolated himself with what he did.
He didn't mind, though.
As the man queried his abilities, Elias wasn't offended. He understood there were many imposters out there who promised one thing and then fled with the money given by the grieving. It was sick and twisted, and he did not wish to be mistaken as one of those.
"Well, first, I don't charge for that. I make a living through funeral services and the wares I sell." But he didn't charge for someone to get in contact with their deceased loved one, even if it did take a toll on Elias' body if he did it too frequently.
"If I have an object that the deceased person owned—it has to be a special one... a prized one—and a description of them that would help me search the afterlife, then the object acts as a beacon for them to find me through the darkness, like a lighthouse guiding the spirit to me. However, I require a description because some of the spirits are tricksters who like to possess even when they aren't called upon." Which could be dangerous because it often meant they were up to no good and wanted to do harm in the world of the living.
"The only information I'd need is a physical description and a name." He didn't need family history or anything because when he found the correct spirit, they would then take over and talk through him to their loved one.
-- Ah, damn. No one had told him that he needed to bring something of hers!
"That is exceedingly generous, not charging anything for what many people would consider a miracle," he commented thoughtfully. "Unfortunately, I don't have any of my grandmother's possessions on me. I will need to head back to my family home to find one, although I have a few in mind..."
He took a sip from his water to hide his frustrated frown. This investigation was supposed to be quick. Now he was going to have to prolong it...
"Might I ask how you discovered this ability?"