#pride of azkets

[alaricseer]

❝ You look better in my clothes than I do. ❞ (because we know that Soudan loves seeing Ala (drowning) in his clothes)

"Don't I?"

As if to demonstrate, Ala gave a turn to show off just how well suited he was to Soudan's shirt. His shoulder slipped free on one side, causing the sleeve to hang lower.

"I could start a trend in this, dont you think? Sailor, but make it fashion."

[alaricseer]

“You look so good like that, waiting for me.” (Your choice of Nijad or Soudan)

"I had no choice, you took your sweet time turning up."

He could make his words disgruntled, but the light flush to his cheeks, the way he too-quickly drank in Nijad's appearance, betrayed Ala.

He knew it, too.

"I hope you dont keep your clients waiting like this."

[alaricseer]

"You always bring me such beautiful things," Soudan murmured, cradling the delicate flowers and feather that had been placed in his hand on Ala's arrival. He would admit easily to how flattered he was when receiving such things, seemingly most thoughtful when coming from the young priest. His eyes rose, soft with kindness and gentle mirth as he continued with a smile; "but my favorite has always been you."

"Anything less would be insulting. I wanted to make a crown, but these stems are too delicate."

Ala was proud, though, that his offerings merited praise. There was no one else he cared to please, only his God. He was beyond mere duty, having fallen completely, and hopelessly in love.

The offerings had long since become a means, an excuse really, to be in his presence.

"Even the Divine employ flattery?" He was teasing a God, oh would the priesthood have a fit to hear that.

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[alaricseer]

Hey Ala, how does Soudan feel about you falling into bed with Nijad? Or does your darling sailor not know?

"I- he... It hasnt come up. Yet." He was not flustered.

"Not that its any business of yours, but Soudan is well aware of what my business provides, I'm sure he's formed his own conclusions about me."

Just not about Nijad, in particular- as far as Alaric was aware.

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[drugged-past]

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Alissia was lonely, maybe that was an understatement. She had bought all the supplies for a new friend to enter her life. Alissia wanted a cat. Cats could take care of themselves but could also be a loving force. Something she could care for and talk to. So, she found herself at the local animal shelter, looking at all the cats and kittens. Alissia heard someone walked in, and turned to see a woman. No, woman didn't sound right. A goddess. Alissia found herself blushing before realizing she was staring, quickly moving her attention to the cats. Leave it to her to make a fool of herself even at the animal shelter.

[alaricseer]

Nijad thought he'd gotten farther this time--he had to have, didn't he? Before he'd been struck down after a measly matter of minutes, this time... this time he'd set out midday, and already the sun was behind him. That meant he'd been out here for what could be hours, could be some trick... all he knew was that no one had stepped between him and freedom that whole time. If he were thinking more clearly, he might even have realized that he hadn't even seen a shadow of another being since plunging into the woods and running like there was fire on his heels. If he were thinking more clearly, he would know that the seeming absence of a pursuer should have scared him far more than it did. Still, he ran.

Thorn was generous.

He was aware of Nijad's newest attempt within minutes of its beginning, the very forest ratting out his pet, calling to Thorn with the news in their shared tongue. There was no summoning of his guards, not this time, and for good measure Thorn allowed him most of the day to run. It seemed the best way to preserve some of Nijad's pride, after all, to make him feel that he had tried thoroughly, to be free.

Only then, when he was sure that fear, and more importantly, fatigue, would be creeping in, did Thorn begin his hunt. Unlike Nijad, he had no need of running, nor consultation of the skies or the land surrounding. With confidence, Thorn relentless pursued his quarry, falling back when he began to close in, manipulating the dense trees until they offered less and less options to Nijad, penning his wayward pup, and even then he held back.

Thorn could expend more patience. He could, and would, wait to make himself known. First, he wanted to see how far Nijad could go as he was, how his mind handled the seemingly impossible changes. More than that, he wanted to hear Nijad's despair, just as surely as he felt his fear.

[alaricseer]

🙏 (Nijad)

Nijad had been good. Not just for a few minutes, or a day, but two whole consecutive days. Thorn wasn't an idiot, he assumed that it meant scheming on the part of his pup, but it was entertaining to play along for the moment.

So, in the spirit of said good behaviour, Thorn had offered a very rare treat. He'd crossed to where Nijad sat reading, pretending most likely, and had knelt between his legs.

"Not even a hello for me, pup?" Thorn murmured, his hands lazily stroking inner thighs. "I know you were hoarse last night, but I'm nearly certain I didnt leave you mute."

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🙏 (Soudan)

The first few times Ala had knelt for his God, he had felt self conscious.

Kneeling at the altar, or in daily prayer, that came naturally to him from habit and practice. To do so in the very real presence of the Divine... it was breathtaking.

Now he did so without fear of failure. He sank down with grace, his gaze turned up always towards the God, reverent. It felt right, it was right, to be humbled before Soudan.

"I couldn't sleep." He murmured, shifting against the cold stone floor of his room. He hadnt been asked to explain, at least not yet, but the words came anyways. If he trembled, it wasnt from the chill, but excitement.

"It seemed then that my time would be better spent in prayer- did you hear me, is that why you've come early?"

It was perhaps impudent to question a God, but Ala asked from a place of untainted curiosity, and in part, from guilt; had he disturbed his God's rest, his works? Even then, it was hard to feel too sorry, not when Soudan's mere presence made him feel complete.