why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.- Leo
“Why? Cause, you absolute brat. You may think you’re something special ‘cause you’re tall and all muscly” Oggy stood up, kicking his stool away as he sauntered over. Pointed finger waving over toward Leo. “You think, cause of all that I’m just gonna’ fall for your lines like I’m some sappy young thing. But you don’t know what kinda’ tiger you’re poking.”
“Like I’m just going to come over here,” he stopped in front of Leo, “sit myself down,” he planted one foot to the side of Leo’s lap before sitting down and straddling the younger down. “And just like that I’m--” he rocked back and forth “Oh. Ohh, now that is surprisingly plush.” Oggy blinked. Reaching down and squeezing one of Leo’s thighs. “Fuck, you’re brother’s gonna kill me isn’t he?”
“I’m not saying you don’t get invited to parties cause you look like a narc.” Oggy took a long drag from his cigarette. He was a ‘super senior’, older than Améla but somehow still in a number of her classes. His cigarette pinched between his lips Oggy held up the camera around his neck and flashed it at Améla’s slightly irked and disappointed face. He had ever changing interests, this week's medium was photography.
“I’m saying you don’t get invited to parties ‘cause your boyfriend, Preston Avenforth whatever his name is, Seaworth the 4th, looks like a narc.” He spoke out of the side of his mouth before pulling out the cigarette and blowing a cloud of smoke toward Améla. “Just come alone this time, or bring your cute friend. The girl with the nickname that sounds like she’s a fifty-year-old plumber. Summit, like Frank, or Jim, wasn’t it?”
He smirked. For reasons, subtle and obvious, despite his obvious shortcomings in tact and connections. There was a rumor Améla heard about him always having the best sort of drugs at parties; that he was a drug dealer or he was shagging one. Functionally it made little difference.
He laid down on the concrete bench to snap another pic of Améla as she adjusted the heavy easel and canvas. Adding more grit to the already grimey jean jacket that was by now mostly made of patches anyway.
“Professor Cressida says we’re supposed to be practicing our en plein air painting.”
“Yeah, well. I’m doing independent work study, aren’t I?” Oggy snapped another picture. “ ‘Sides, Cressida loves me. Speaking of, her star pupil is having a show tonight. Nora, you know her, she likes you. Forget your boyfriend and come to the afterparty.”
“He’s not my boyfriend…” Améla tried to concentrate on her painting, the way the light played against the leaves of the tree. Ignoring the snap of Oggy’s camera, and avoiding delving into what exactly her relationship with Seaworth was.
“Even better.” Oggy rolled to sit up on the bench again. “I’ve got a sort of friend who just had a row with his own trustfund-tryst you two can commiserate while I chat up less miserable people.”
Améla stilled her paint brush to glare at him angrily, having set up her palette while he was droning on. “I’m not miser-” Oggy, infuriatingly, snapped another picture right in her face. “Ugh! Oggy what are you even doing?”
“No, sorry love. Didn’t mean you were miserable. Just Kiri’s being a right ass to be around and I need him to meet some new people just to lighten up. As for what I’m doing, I am taking photos of a soon to be famous artist. Photos like this are sure to be in demand one day.”
“Right” Améla set back to work rolling her eyes and paused, teeth biting into her bottom lip. “Do you really think so?”
“Know so. Showed some of my pictures to Riza--art agent-- brilliant lady.” He said by way of explanation. “Your paintings in the photos were the only things she was interested in.” Smiling Oggy was just about to launch into some other spiel when Professor Cressida crested the hill, walking down the campus path toward them.
“Oggy, class time is for class work. Not for bothering other students.”
“Course ma’am, only just took a break. Easel must’ve fallen.” Oggy rolled off the bench reaching for the easel he abandoned to the side. Cressida, smirking, went to Améla’s side to give her notes.
Améla was perusing the nursery of her favorite garden center when her afternoon was so rudely interrupted by a man barreling into her.
“ ‘Scuse, sorry, sorry.” Oggy peeked up over the heavy load of fertilizer he carried in his arms. Hardly able to see over the bags it was no wonder he almost ran her over. Before she could really set into him Oggy nodded quickly and took his leave without a shred of embarrassment.
It left a bitter taste in Améla’s mouth, and the more she saw him around the more bitter it became. She’d been on the gardening circuit for a while, won awards for it, helped out with the community garden, and before that moment she hadn’t seen him once. Now she was seeing him constantly.
It was a small town, it was hard to avoid him. Still, when he showed up he was cagey, listening around the edges of conversations for tips concerning growth and cultivation. That was suspicious alone, but the fact that no one had seen his actual garden had Améla’s even more intrigued. It was really all out of neighborhood friendliness that she followed him home one day from the garden center.
She wasn’t expecting the cute little cottage at the edge of town with the rough-shod but well cared for garden up front. In truth she was expecting a rundown shack with a hidden grow-house in the back for his less than lega crop. She slowed down to a stop, hand resting on the weather-worn fence around the cottage hearing the faint and familiar annoying voice singing, actually singing to his plants.
“ ‘Ello, ‘ello my lovelies and how are you today. Looking nice and flush your gorgeous little things. Going to make such a spash-”
The more Améla looked around the garden the greater her blush became. Many of the plants were very off in their shape--vulgar even. Looking more like ‘garden of earthly delights’ than anything Améla had seen before. She leaned up to get a closer look at one very yonic looking slit of a flower, scarcely believing her eyes, when the pickets Améla was leaning on snapped.
“Who’s there?” Oggy’s head popped up again, his body following as he trudged to the source of the sound. “Oi, Améla!” He smiled brightly. “Thought you’d take a gander at my garden did you? Like what you see.” Oggy waggled his eyebrows. His hands were full of some fruit as he gestured. Améla’s eyes turned down to them, smirking herself.
“What on earth is that?”
“What?” His brows drew together as he looked down, “Oh dammit. I spoiled the surprise. This are my prick peppers. I was hoping to get them a little more turgid looking before I pickled them for the fair. They just keep growing out limp, though. Must be doing something wrong. What d’you think?” He held them out to Améla so she could better examine them.
She shook her head laughing to look at them. “I’m sorry Oggy, but I have to say I’m relieved. I half thought you were growing something like marijuana with all the supplies you’ve been buying up.”
“Hah!” Oggy joined in Améla’s laughter. Eyes occasionally darting to the shed in the back, hoping Améla wouldn’t see the plastic sheeting through the window. “Now that is funny.”
♡ (( from whoever you want XD except for Ada, she has her eye on someone else ))
It had been a while since the elf considered himself a pirate. Still, Oggy knew that on a ship tensions could be high and sometimes you just needed an outlet to spill all of your frustrations into--sexual or otherwise. Which is why Oggy wasn’t surprised or concerned when Kel--tall, buff, and intimidating man he was--grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Oggy was more than receptive. He didn’t care about the why’s or the how’s of it. The vae was just enjoying Kel’s lips moving against his; welcoming the other man’s tongue as he felt up the fellow sailor for various handholds, of which Kelani had many.. When Kel finally pulled away Oggy laughed drowsily. “What’s the problem shezani? We’re just getting to the good part.”
Date? (( from Kaya because they have interacted and why the heck not XD ))
Who asks for it:
[x ] Your muse asks mine
[x ] My muse asks yours
Oggy isn’t shy but he’s also not the type to formally ask for anything like a date. So I could see it going either way.
Type of date:
[x] Platonic Date
[x ] Romantic Date
[ ] First Date
[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____
Oggy would consider any time they hang out as potentially one or the other.
Location for the date:
[ ] Movies • [ ] Romantic Comedy • [ ] Adventure Movie • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney) • [ ] Horror • [ ] Drama • [ ] Buddy Movie • [ ] ___ (other options)
[x] Restaurant • [ ] Expensive/High Class • [x ] Small and familiar • [ ] Fast Food
[x] Nature • [ ] Beach • [ ] Park • [x] Forest • [ ] …and having a picnic
[ ] Visiting a Museum
[ ] Visiting an amusement park
[ ] Visiting a haunted location
[ ] Staying at home • [ ] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading
[X] Fight and/or Tournament (other options)
Oggy enjoys drinking, fighting, and other exciting things. He’d like to take Kaya around to enjoy the same, and figures if she makes armor she might want to see it in action.
The date might hopefully end with…
[ ] …holding hands
[x ] …a kiss
[x ] …in bed
[x ] …knowing each other better
[ ] …sleepover between friends
[ ] …a marriage proposal
[x ] ___ (other options)
Oggy is a simple man and on any date he’s like it to end on a positive. Being Oggy, his positives can be a bit singularly focused and ribald.
♡ : kissing them passionately , without any explanation.
“What’s-” Before Oggy can finish his question his lips are pressed to the other man’s own. One kiss that stops his thoughts and is quickly followed by more. He can’t help but get caught up in it. Oggy rolls with the punches, thinks on his feet, is used to the idea of sweeping up some accomplice in a long and passionate kiss to hide from prying eyes. He’s more than glad to help out a fellow man.
Just his luck that it’s a man so fun to kiss. Randy knows what he’s doing; beard scratching against Oggy’s own stubbly chin, lips soft and malleable, as his tongue does things above and beyond any ruse. But Oggy’s not looking around to see who they might be hiding from.
“Don’t go reading anything into this.” Oggy’s breathless when he pulls back to speak. “Yeah? Just cause you look a bit older than me, all distinguished like. Don’t mean I got Daddy issues, does it? You’re just human-” And before Oggy could ruin it by speaking anymore they were kissing again, deeper this time. Oggy groans into Randy’s mouth, knowing he should have never said the word Daddy with this man pressed up against him. Something in Oggy stirs in interest.
The elf finally managed to pull away again. Lips flushed, bruised with good use as he posed his question. “You’re not hiding from anyone are you?”
“Well I’m sorry, alright!” Oggy shouted over the sound of beating wings. He ducked as something dark and large aimed for his head. “How was I to know you needed my shirt to make your makeshift scare-crow thing. Thought you were coming onto me, didn’t I?” When Gwen shot him a look he shot one right back.
“No don’t look at me like that. We’re elves right? Been with all kinds of nutty Vae. Swear to it. Some of them, the ones I’ve fucked, they look at a fancy shrub or a tree they like and get all hot from the tips to their ears to their groin, keen to do it right under the branches.” They were in the middle of the field; golden yellow and looming around them. It might have an agrarian peacefulness about it if it weren’t for the cacophony of wings and caws. An entire murder of crows circling high above them, only a brave few deciding to dip closer.
“I just thought you were like that, but for corn.” The vasharr threw up his hands, “I wanted to get laid by a beautiful strong woman, I wasn’t about to judge how.”
The croaking and cawing grew louder as the birds got closer. “Oi, fuck me those aren’t normal crows at all.” Oggy’s eyes grew wide as he caught sight of flashes of read and things with too many eyes. “I don’t have enough crossbow bolts for all of ‘em. C’mon get your scary forest effigy thing ready, burn it, wave it, brandish it.” He spoke like he hadn’t been trying to do just that all through his distraction. “Take my pants if you have to, I don’t need them if I’m just gonna be shitting in them if this keeps up.”
i hope you’re not too fond of that shirt.(From Gwen? IDK)
“No, if point of fact I despise this shirt. Least favorite shirt really. All tore up and stained. But who needs shirts, when you think about it I’ve got nothing to hide. Not really necessary, are they?” Oggy laid it on thick, laughing. His eyes stuck on the beautiful blond elf in front of him. She seemed to want to be rough with him and Oggy was keen to allow it--any way she liked.
“Whoa now,” His ragged shirt with tears was pulled apart till it was nothing but a torn rag. “You certainly are enthusiastic. No need to be gentle with me.”
“Ow.” He came to slightly regret those words. Hand placed to guard his stinging nipple. “Alright, you’re very enthusiastic. Thought we might ease into it.”
