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[draigfaequeen]

Ellyn's Birthday Revel

@thenexusofsouls posted:

Nuada chuckled at the implication that Ellyn would use his willingness to extend himself for his friends as a way of getting him out more often. "Now you know my secret. I trust you will not take advantage of it, except in cases when it is necessary," he said with a hint of playfulness. Just the fact that she had him feeling even slightly cheerful, given that he was about to enter a large party and that he hadn't been feeling like himself of late, was a testament to what a good friend she was.

Inside, the party was alive with energy. Nuada felt like he was both overwhelmed by it and feeding off it simultaneously. There was a time when such revelry would energize him, and perhaps it stirred him still, but years in exile had made him all the more sensitive to the intensity of situations like that. Fortunately, Bea gave him something narrowed and more innocent to focus on for a time. "Is that so?" he asked when the child said he was almost as tall as her father. "Your father must be very tall indeed, then," he said, hoping that her father treated her far better than his own had treated him. Having the scars on his face inspected by a young one with bits of cookie still clinging here and there to her fingers was not where Nuada thought he would find himself this evening, but… he did not mind it. It was far easier to tolerate missteps in social etiquette from a child, for they did not know any better. Or if they did, they were full of far too much energy and curiosity to restrain themselves and remember to be proper. Maybe he was remembering how socially unacceptable he'd been as a youth, and now was forgiving of others because of that. He unfortunately didn't realize the small missteps he was making himself along the way. His etiquette was outdated, unpracticed, left to wither in favor of him living by his own rules for so long in exile. Though he cut a very proper, regal, and attractive profile, Nuada was rougher around the edges than first appearances might seem. In very polite company such as this, no doubt some would notice those moment of unpolished behavior, those rough edges, where the warrior and the disenchanted prince in exile would shine through the noble facade he put forth. "I imagine I must have wept, yes. Thankfully, if they were painful to receive, I have no memory of it," Nuada said, smiling at how soft her little fingers were. He wondered if there had ever been a time when his own fingers had been as soft and new. When Ellyn returned with the cupcake for Bea, Nuada rose back up on his feet. "You are very welcome," he said in response to Bea's thanks. Her enthusiasm for the cupcake was precious and it caused a smile to linger long on his lips. He was quiet as Ellyn tried to get the young one to go to bed, his smile growing into a grin as she said she was going to try to squeeze two dances out of Nuada. "It may very well happen," he said.

Ellyn couldn't help a reflexive bit of a pout to draw her lips together when he told her that she couldn't take advantage of leveraging their friendship to get him out and about more. Though the slight frown was quickly wiped away as she giggled at him and gave a delicate shrug. "Y'know I can't make any promises, but I will try to wield such a power with care, Nuada. After all, you are a very dear friend and I'd rather have you in my life in small bursts than not at all." Her voice was soft but just a bit more serious than she intended, and she was glad they entered the castle before she managed to muddle through another faux pas by accident.

The Fae Queen was glad that her niece could provide a bit of a distraction for the rogue prince. She knew all too well how overwhelming revels could be and Bea was all too glad to soak up the mysterious male's attention. Still, she hung back a little to watch the pair interact and found her chest curiously tight with some unnamed emotion. He was wonderful with Bea and she assumed he could manage well enough with more children at a later date. A tiny, gravelly voice whispered in her mind that he'd make a good father, too and she shoved that into its own little corner as she came back to give Bea her cupcake reward.

Bea was more than content to leave her aunt after being bribed, though she still wondered a few things about the prince. "Tall is good, it means y'can help Aunt Elly get things up high--she needs helpers." Ellyn playfully rolled her eyes at this and leaned down to kiss the crown of her niece's head before steering her towards the archway a bit more. "You'd best head upstairs now while your father is distracted, Bea. Sweet dreams, sweetheart." Bea was caught mid-yawn by this and mumbled her goodnight to both her aunt and Nuada before shuffling off and munching happily on her cupcake.

Ellyn turned to Nuada and beamed at him, ready to tease him a little once more, when she noticed a few crumbs on his chest. Brushing them off gently, she pauses and meets his gaze for a long moment before taking his hand. "One slow song and one fast one is all I request, Nuada...If you feel inclined to give me more, I won't complain at all! And thank you for indulging Bea, she's always full of questions and opinions."

[shxfting]

@babyitsmagic

sapphire sets down the dress she’s working on and stretches, pops and cracks sounding from all different parts of her body. she’s been hunched over her work space for far too long. she’s on a tight deadline with the wedding but a few minutes away should be fine, especially when she’s stuck on which fabrics to use for which sister anyway. she yawns and makes her way to the front door, slipping on shoes on her way out. she stops short at the bottom of the stairs, seeing her cousin on the path. “ki-moon! have you come all this way knowing i’d need company that isn’t sewing supplies?”

[voxtek-time]

@bewitchedmuses said: Alastor appears behind him, one hand wrapping around Vox's throat as the other reaches around his waist to feel down his torso and between his legs. "I'm happy to switch things up if you want... Though I'm feeling in an extra bity mood..."

Any other sudden presence behind him would register as a threat, setting Vox on high alert. For Alastor though, he does the opposite.

His whole body responds, head tilting back to better expose his throat and legs spreading where he sits, giving Alastor free reign to touch as he pleases.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Vox chuckles, voice already raspy with anticipation. It seems he's more pent up than he thought he was, or Alastor is simply that arousing when he's forward like this.

"I love your bitey moods."

[thecatgoddessbast]

The tiny oni is grumbling and annoyed, somewhat resembling her younger self..somewhat. "This is Ridiculous.." Her voice is even tiny as well!

"...?" It took only a split second for recognizing and adoration to color her face. Wide eyes were filled with love for the tiny oni.

"OH, storm cloud."

Her knees touched the ground, body bending over to reach her smaller statue. Given her massive height, she would need to physically adjust just to hold her daughter.

"What has brought this upon you?" Through all the nostalgic bliss, she still was concerned.

[ltcainemdpd]

Continued from here. @resolutevalor

Horatio gave her a warm smile when she apologized to him, not believing there was any need for it. Sure, she went out to a bar with her friends, with the intention of enjoying herself to the fullest, but there wasn’t anything wrong with that. She was allowed to have fun, she was allowed to enjoy herself, so long as she remembered to take care of herself, too, and not drive, but she knew that already and she was capable of taking care of herself. Fully. She was also in good hands, surrounded other responsible adults. Rooster, especially.

Although he wasn’t the one to bring her home. It was Hangman, much to Horatio’s surprise. But not his dismay. He’s grown to like Jake after getting to know him a little more, his respect for the other pilot growing, though his arrogance and over confidence was still something that desired work. Or less of it, rather, and Horatio admittedly enjoyed the fact - maybe a little too much - that Hangman was sometimes intimidated by the Lieutenant. Phoe seemed to get a kick out of it, too, especially since there wasn’t a lot that could scare or intimidate the arrogant pilot. But the Lieutenant was one of them. He could humble the younger pilot real quick.

However, he was gone by the time Horatio arrived and that was likely due to Phoe’s insistence.

And when she insisted he didn’t have to watch this, Horatio remained. He wasn’t going to leave. “I’m not going anywhere. Alright?” He reassured her, not at all disgusted about the scene in front of him if that’s what she was worried about. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen someone vomit before. Hell, he’s seen much worse, so it didn’t bother him in the slightest. He did, however, move briefly to fetch a wet wash cloth to dab at her forehead with, wiping the sweat and even some of the vomit from her mouth. Her comment about the clams and nerves had him grinning just a little, appreciating that she still retained her sense of humor even while this sick. “No, it doesn’t sound like it, does it?” He chuckled, pulling his hand back when she turned back to the toilet, retching some more.

He hated seeing her like this. Hated the misery she was in, but he knew she’d start to feel better as soon as it was all out of her system. Then came another apology, though she didn’t outright say those words, but she could hear it in her voice. “Tonight is special in its own way, I think.” He responded, offering his own humor in an attempt to make her smile, even if just a little, but then his expression became soft again, his hand still rubbing her back. “Sometimes things don’t happen the way we want them to, and that’s okay. Just having you here is what’s important to me.” Whether they had a romantic dinner or not, he didn’t care. He just wanted her with him, and her being sick didn’t ruin that, he just hated this for her.

When it seemed like she was done, Horatio wiped at her mouth again then reached up to rinse out the rag before wiping her forehead again, then held it there. “Sweetheart, I don’t want you to worry about my day, okay?” He said, in part because the case was a little rough today and he didn’t want to concern her with the details. But more importantly, he just wanted to focus on her. “Do you want to try heading into the bedroom? Or stay here a little longer?”

[sircrocodillian]

The letter sealed with the Jolly Roger of the Red Hair Pirates had been causing stir among the residents of Karai Bari since its arrival, whispers shared among them as to who it might be for. Could it be their esteemed Emperor, Buggy the Star Clown? A known childhood associate of Red-Hair Shanks, who had refused to sail with him, chosen to oppose him and face him as a rival. Could it be for their stoic officer, the World's Greatest Swordsman, Dracule Mihawk? The known rival of Red-Hair, perhaps being chased for a chance to reminisce the old times or to challenge him once more?

When the letter arrives at the officers lounge, it is addressed to neither of the two, but to Sir Crocodile himself. Written on the page, in Shanks' messy scrawl i simply: HONEY, WE RAISED A GOD.

Crocodile held the letter in his hand, face nigh expressionless. Behind him, chaos had errupted in the form of Buggy furiously squaking 'that good for nothing Red-Haired has been?? Who does he think he is?? Messaging MY lieutenant like he knows the guy?? If I see that damned idiot I'll take care of him myself!!!'

"Obviously the letter was not meant with either of us in mind," responded Mihawk's stoic drawl, though Crocodile knew the swordsman well enough by now to read the surprise in the tone.

Crocodile didn't bother to acknowledge either of them behind him, simply letting the smoke from his cigar flow around him as he read and re-read each word. A god. So. The rumors were true. Little Monkey D. Luffy had become a god. Tenacious little brat somehow kept being put in fates hands. So deep in thought was he that he didn't notice the press of Buggy's head against his arm in order to read over his shoulder at the letter. His concentration was broken when Buggy loudly explained right against his ear, "HONEY?!?!"

Fist crushed the letter into a crumpled ball as Crocodile swung his hand over to knock Buggy against the head.

"Get outta here, Clown!!! This doesn't concern you!!"

He quickly shoved up off from the desk and proceeded to stalk off towards his study, stepping over the whimpering form of Buggy and passed the all-knowing gaze of Hawkeyes.

He had a call to make.

[absque-nocte]

@fxrbidden

Haneul lets it happen, for now. Raising a brow at the man’s actions. He made sure the other was finished before his fingers wrap around Tokki’s wrist, the one hand that was holding the market pen. “Having fun, hmm? You better not tell me that’s a permanent marker darling.” He takes the marker from the boy, still holding that wrist to make sure Tokki wouldn’t protest. “Since you seem to be having so much fun, then how about I have some fun too?” He uses his teeth to pop off the cap, thinking for a moment. What should he write.

"Property of Haneul.” Gets written on the man’s forehead. He doesn’t explain what he wrote and for sure he wasn’t going to let Tokki see what he had written. “There you go. Much better.” He smirks, only then releasing that wrist, but ready to grab the boy again if he tried anything funny. “Looking cute.”

he had been more than happy to have the opportunity to write on Haneul, that when it was flipped onto him, he hadn't been expecting it. he hadn't been mentally prepared for it but as the playfulness buffers the possession that Haneul was feeling, Tokki finds it was fine. it was strong, the transfer of emotions such an easy thing between them now that the thick, near bitter taste of possession was balanced with the saccharine of the playfulness making it like mixing sugar with liquid medicine.

small breaths, Tokki barely feels the marker on his forehead. he didn't need to see what the other wrote to know what was now on his forehead. there's a small twitch of his lips. so.. Haneul was possessive, hm? how fun~ the bun wasn't too surprised with what he knew of them, but so soon? he liked it.

"yea? couldn' wait ta mark me, hm?" he grins, eyebrows quirking barely

[mistakenmessiah]

I need to go to bed but… inbox/meme call?