#somniarstarter

[felandcris]

@inquisitcr​ location: mercuralia, wherever whores go notes: he’s got that chastity cage on

There was an intrusive thought that Somniar was not going to show, that Felandaris looked as incredible as he did and the inquisitor simply would not be there to appreciate it. Which was ridiculous, Felandaris had insisted, at length, that Somniar entertain the idea of immersing himself with the mortal rabble as his accompaniment... If only to make sure that Felandaris didn’t accidentally sleep with someone else. “Not bad,” Felan commented when he let his eyes wander over the inquisitor’s inspired outfit, mesh and transparency, two things the royal drow never would have associated with the inquisitor. “for a peasant.”

[acolyterose]

@inquisitcr location: The Embussy notes: one last drink

They were friends. Somehow Atlas had become the sort of person that befriended torturers and murderers, but here they were. “I guess the next time we see each other we’ll be on the opposite side of things.” Without a doubt there’d be people with something to say about the acolyte spending time with the inquisitor, but Octavian’s opinion was the only one that actually mattered to him. “If you have anything to say to me: professions of undying love, that sort of thing, now’s your chance. Maybe you’ll convince me to switch sides.” He wouldn’t, but Somniar would know as much.

[evanurisx]

@inquisitcr location: Elder Brain Chamber notes: she snuck in, sue me Ilithids had always been a nuisance, when properly controlled they were useful, but powerful psionic magic could break the Elder Brain’s hold over them. “I remember when they arrived in this plain, on ships that steered them through the astral, old Underspeech was writ claiming they came from the future to prevent the downfall of their species.” Evanuris plucked one of the leeches from its brine pool, the Elder Brains cranial fluid. It hissed and squealed as she pressed it between her fingers, dark eyes on Somniar’s. Nothing within the court was forbidden to her, least of all the inquisitor’s hidden chamber. “Praise Lloth they were so easily taken.” Evanuris dropped the creature back into the brine, her feelings towards men were well known and Somniar was no exception. She knew trouble when she saw it, ambitious upstarts were all the same. “Where are the rest of them? The Elder Brain’s subjects.”

[ayiigoftheshadows]

@inquisitcr​ location: Queen’s Chambers notes: a treat, takes place after March’s full moon and aurora’s rescue

This insult could not go unanswered, the court was attacked by a bunch of foolish and brazen fey and lycans while a smaller contingency slipped past their defenses to rescue their chancellor. A number of other prisoners also escaped as well. The knowledge of the court’s structure and the surveillance patterns of the guard was easily thanks to that traitor Dirthara. Her heel dug into the back of the worm beneath her feet, crushing him would be easy, it might have even made her feel better but Somniar’s value could not be diminished. Not yet, anyways. He would have more opportunities to prove himself. 

Ropes of shadow coiled around Somniar’s frame, stripped bare as Ayi’ig pulled on her tether and tightened the bonds that much more as she kept a boot firmly planted on the man’s back. Somniar was a depraved creature, it was one of the things that she appreciated about him - it made him particularly effective at his job within the court. On this occasion though, he’d failed. “I did most of the work for you,” Ayi’ig said with a sigh, “insignificant worm. Failure. Cretin.” The Queen was displeased with the turn of events, fewer prisoners meant fewer people to mine the ore they needed beneath the Otherworld. The chords tightened as Ayi’ig pulled harder, the press of her heel on Somniar’s back more forceful as his back arched beneath the weight of the hold she had on him. This delay would not due. “Now, ask me how you can make it up to me.” 

[felandcris]

@inquisitcr location: Their Chambers in Felan's Tower notes: kiss kiss fall in love

"Snake." It would be weeks before Somniar had another orgasm, Felandaris had seen to it with a cage of his own design. He pulled tighter on the corded ropes he'd conjured from shadows, the delicate pattern of flowers and spider's webs blanketed the Inquisitor from his neck to his ankles. As Felandaris pulled, the bonds all tightened. A boot placed firmly between Somniar's shoulder blades, he pulled again so he could listen to his lover groan and squirm. It didn't matter that Somniar had spent the entire time looking at Felandaris, that cretinous eladrin had his hands all over him, had been penetrated by him.... Technically by both of them but not getting to see Somniar release was punishment for him as well. How they both would be made to suffer. The King's death and their coming victory was the only thing that had mitigated Felandaris' unbridled rage, the tempestuous flayed boy should be thanking the Queen's supremacy that he still lived. "Have you anything to say for yourself?"

[felandcris]

@inquisitcr​ location: Somniar’s little shitbox notes: not just cockcockcock

The cranium rats that Somniar employed as spies across the mortal realm and court were quite cute. Given Aegnor’s betrayal, anywhere a rodent might be present, a mischief of these mind-slugged creatures could also be found. Through the burrows of the Otherworld, the dark of the catacombs beneath them, Necromanteion’s haunted halls, and the walls of the forum itself, Somniar had eyes everywhere. Felandaris had always thought the Inquisitor’s power was impressive, now Felan got to dote on the rodents as he saw fit. “Boranehn will have to find other means of feeding himself.” Felan commented, the white serpent one of the only things that the drow truly cared about. He held a piece of cheese over the rats body as the create stood on its hind legs and sank its teeth into the tips of Felan’s fingers as he bit. 

Adorable. 

Blood dripped from the tips as Felandaris grinned at the feral little monstrosity as it gobbled down a square of bloodsoaked cheese before it scurried off. “It’s fine, he’s developed a taste for mortal flesh recently.” This hovel was beneath him, but Felandaris was willing to roll in the filth and the fleas if it meant that he could orbit Somniar for even a moment longer. The implication of giving the Inquisitor a key had been that he could leave all this filth behind, but apparently Somniar hadn’t gotten the hint. 

[felandcris]

@inquisitcr location: Hakan's Christmas Bash, Hakanalia notes: the slutty party basement

"Tell me you love me." Settled across Somniar's lap, the den that they'd found themselves in within this castle was more sinful than anything else. Joined in company by demons, spirits, drow, other infernal creatures and those aligned with them. The ambiance was more static than the vibrant frenzy of the dance floor above. He slipped a strawberry past the Inquisitor's lips as he fed the man a plate he'd curated for him. They didn't have things like this in the Underdark, sweets, and delicacies: chocolate and whipped cream. He fiddled idly with the other's spiked collar, "Tell me you'd kill for me."

[felandcris]

@inquisitcr location: Brain Lair notes: Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

Everything was falling apart. Severon's arrogance had caused the unthinkable but predictable, his own creations turned against him. Amadeus' beasts were going out of control, too many of his menagerie were released at once as the Spring chancellor battled to reclaim what had been taken from him. The archfey's magic was formidable, even for Felandaris and his sorcerers, it was all they could do to keep the White Flame at bay. While the Architect really only wanted to playfully torture Nirvaan, he had to turn his attention fully onto the city below as the Titan was reformed and the unthinkable occurred.

Before the ilithids broke free, Felandaris felt it come on quickly. Expeditiously. A spasm that resounded in his chest, precipitated by a moment of frustration before agony and fury took hold. Whatever was happening below, Felandaris abandoned his post completely as he was consumed by shadows and appeared outside the Inquisitor's lair. Sentries were decimated, severed into pieces as they squirmed on the very bring of death but were not permitted to cross that threshold. He did not take the stairs and he did not run down any hallways, Felandaris tore his way through the foundation itself as the chambers crumbled around him to land at Somniar's side.

His beautiful broken King, an arm had been blown off, a portion of his chest where it had connected was gone as well, and Somniar's face... That gorgeous expression of architecture was marred, the line of bone that defined the left side of his jaw and cheek were all completely exposed. "Not this." Felandaris noticed the Elder Brain next, the bring that it sat in was filling with blood and gray matter. He understood the implications, every ilithid everywhere would be free of its compulsion, and they would remember the care that Somniar devoted to raising the creatures that he coddled. The Inquisitor would always deny it, he'd scowl and he'd look away, but when Somniar thought that no one was watching, Felandaris bore witness to the affectionate way the Inquisitor all but cooed at his leaches.

"Not this." Felandaris said again, he refused. He would not allow it. Nothing would take Somniar from him, not death, not time, not destiny or fate, nothing. Shadows cauterized and stitched with painful precision as the drow worked restoration through application of the dark. "You will not leave me. I won't allow it. You will not die do you hear me?!"