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itookashot) wrote2022-01-31 12:16 pm
itookashot) wrote2022-01-31 12:16 pm
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[ It takes some sneaking, but Jesper will come back to his inn room one afternoon mid-December to find a small wrapped tin of loose-leaf tea that Sylvain had put together, a close mimicry of a blend from back home known simply as Fourspice Blend. He knows Jesper likes a lot of bold flavors so he hopes this one might be to his taste. At the very least, it's unique to anything he's found in the Free Cities so far, so it'll be a novelty, at least.
Along with the tin is a small envelope holding a business card for one of the nicer inns in Aquila. On the back of it, in Sylvain's careful handwriting, is a note explaining it. ]
Wasn't sure when you'd be free, but whenever you'd like to go, I've got a standing reservation for two for the length of a weekend, to do whatever you'd like. Just let me know when you'd like to go. Told you I'd make sure you took a break now and then.
Love, Sylvain.
Along with the tin is a small envelope holding a business card for one of the nicer inns in Aquila. On the back of it, in Sylvain's careful handwriting, is a note explaining it. ]
Wasn't sure when you'd be free, but whenever you'd like to go, I've got a standing reservation for two for the length of a weekend, to do whatever you'd like. Just let me know when you'd like to go. Told you I'd make sure you took a break now and then.
Love, Sylvain.
[ Arriving at Jesper's room at the inn, he'll find a beautifully wrapped gift in emerald wrapping paper and accented with a gold ribbon.
Inside he'll find a delicately made collar pin with a pair of rabbits flanking the gold chain. Both rabbits have a tiny emerald embedded in their eyes. A short note accompanies it in Hilda's flowy script. ]
Inside he'll find a delicately made collar pin with a pair of rabbits flanking the gold chain. Both rabbits have a tiny emerald embedded in their eyes. A short note accompanies it in Hilda's flowy script. ]
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳.
𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘹𝘹
[the package is non-descript, but it's definitely big enough to pique the curiosity of the recipient as to open it as soon as possible. it's been checked through, tied up back into its box after the fact. inside, an amount of homemade goods have been stacked atop each other: candles, soaps, and moisturizing lotions. this would already spell out who it is from, if a similar package has been received, in the past.
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a hat for him to wear. it's been enchanted so as to always keep his head cool, especially with the climate in the cities.
a small note sits under the box.]
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a hat for him to wear. it's been enchanted so as to always keep his head cool, especially with the climate in the cities.
a small note sits under the box.]
Happy Winter Solstice.
𝓦anda 𝓜aximoff
Jesper, my friend. There's an important task that I think you'd be perfect for if you're up for it. What do you think?
[ One morning, Jesper will find a wrapped package outside his door at the inn. Underneath the wrapping paper is a wooden box with what looks like a simple lock. It's not quite that since the key is enchanted to respond only to the person who turns it for the first time and no one else, making it a perfect way to hide something in view. Or simply serve as storage for less secretive things, should its new owner choose to do so.
Inside there's an assortment of gun maintenance items for Jesper to keep his beloved revolvers in peak condition, and they've been carefully chosen to provide a variety of options to experiment around with to see which ones work best. Some time was spent asking around for the best of each.
On top of it all rests a note:
Inside there's an assortment of gun maintenance items for Jesper to keep his beloved revolvers in peak condition, and they've been carefully chosen to provide a variety of options to experiment around with to see which ones work best. Some time was spent asking around for the best of each.
On top of it all rests a note:
Jesper—(There's also a note regarding the lock and its abilities, but that's added to the top of the box. Here's hoping Jesper picked it up first.) ]
I hope you'll find good use of everything inside and that there's not too many duplicates of what you might already use. This gift doesn't begin to cover the friendship we've had over the past year and then some, but it's here with gratitude all the same. Thanks for everything, and here's to another year ahead.
—Claude.
Was that doing something stupid involving a hot boy? Because if so, nice.
I consider the border closure of Nocwich to be a personal insult and offense to both of us.
I hope this doesn't last long.
I hope this doesn't last long.
I was too drunk at the party to pay attention, I might've if I thought there were CONSEQUENCES.
[ WHINING. ]
[ WHINING. ]
[ooc: from here]
"You know I never let those marks leave me." Jesper wears them proudly. Maybe with mixed company he doesn't, out of respect for their sensibilities, but they're there under illusions. He grips Kaz's thighs and flips them, teleporting them right in time for him to drop his husband back onto the bed in Jesper's room. Technically all three of them have their own rooms, in case of private needs with other people or to do their own things. Jesper's is covered in paintings and sketches of fashion, half of it taken up by a closet of endless clothes.
"Was that a suggestion or a request?" He says with a mischievous grin. Jesper still has his abilities so he simply vanishes Kaz's remaining clothes, turning them into nothing more than threads that he can remake later. He takes his time because Jesper likes to torment his lover and take advantage of every bit of skin he can get his mouth on. Sometimes he gets so hungry he can't wait another minute though. He's not there yet. His mouth travels down Kaz's neck and to his torso, licking his nipples again and sucking on them until they're hard.
Jesper goes down and down until he's kissing each of Kaz's hips and into the soft skin between his hips and the prize he wants. He can feel the heat radiating off his husband and no matter how many times they do this, he loves the feel of him. He proves exactly that by nuzzling his cock and smelling him, breathing in his hot flesh, intentionally not touching him more than that. His mouth is right next to it and yet he doesn't turn that tiny amount of space to put his lips on Kaz.
"Did you want something, Kaz?" Jesper smiles and the movement of his lips does barely brush his lips into Kaz's cock, but he does nothing more than that for now. He does love to make him beg. He encourages Kaz's legs apart and calls a particularly good lube he made himself, one that stimulates in a nice tingly way all on its own. Technically they don't need prep as they're gods, but it's fun all on its own.
"You know I never let those marks leave me." Jesper wears them proudly. Maybe with mixed company he doesn't, out of respect for their sensibilities, but they're there under illusions. He grips Kaz's thighs and flips them, teleporting them right in time for him to drop his husband back onto the bed in Jesper's room. Technically all three of them have their own rooms, in case of private needs with other people or to do their own things. Jesper's is covered in paintings and sketches of fashion, half of it taken up by a closet of endless clothes.
"Was that a suggestion or a request?" He says with a mischievous grin. Jesper still has his abilities so he simply vanishes Kaz's remaining clothes, turning them into nothing more than threads that he can remake later. He takes his time because Jesper likes to torment his lover and take advantage of every bit of skin he can get his mouth on. Sometimes he gets so hungry he can't wait another minute though. He's not there yet. His mouth travels down Kaz's neck and to his torso, licking his nipples again and sucking on them until they're hard.
Jesper goes down and down until he's kissing each of Kaz's hips and into the soft skin between his hips and the prize he wants. He can feel the heat radiating off his husband and no matter how many times they do this, he loves the feel of him. He proves exactly that by nuzzling his cock and smelling him, breathing in his hot flesh, intentionally not touching him more than that. His mouth is right next to it and yet he doesn't turn that tiny amount of space to put his lips on Kaz.
"Did you want something, Kaz?" Jesper smiles and the movement of his lips does barely brush his lips into Kaz's cock, but he does nothing more than that for now. He does love to make him beg. He encourages Kaz's legs apart and calls a particularly good lube he made himself, one that stimulates in a nice tingly way all on its own. Technically they don't need prep as they're gods, but it's fun all on its own.
Jesper does believe they have forever. There is no reason for him to think otherwise. None of them age. The other gods as far as he can tell have been here for thousands of years, as far back as many mortals know, so he assumes they'll keep going and only get stronger with time. Then again, the older gods eventually started to get less active with the mortals, so he doesn't know if that will become more natural with time. For now, the former Summoned are too close to the world to back away.
"I am truly an excellent boyfriend, you're right." He smiles and kisses Koby deeply, considering all of his lovers some form of romantic entanglement. Jesper doesn't make limitations on the way he feels for other people and he doesn't treat anyone truly like fair weather lover or someone temporary. Even the mortals he sometimes dallies with feel like they mean something to him.
He strips out of the rest of his clothes and moves on top of him, taking Koby's hands and pinning them over his head. He holds both wrists with one hand, the other one moving down his body, fingers only need to touch once for the threads of Koby's remaining clothes to unravel around him. His original powerset was that and he used to unmake and remake clothes as easily as a caress.
"What do you want from me, now that you're home, dear one? What can I give you?" Jesper likes to give until there is nothing left of him, nuzzling Koby's neck, kissing the skin there. He's so pretty and petite compared to Jesper, and he loves that.
"I am truly an excellent boyfriend, you're right." He smiles and kisses Koby deeply, considering all of his lovers some form of romantic entanglement. Jesper doesn't make limitations on the way he feels for other people and he doesn't treat anyone truly like fair weather lover or someone temporary. Even the mortals he sometimes dallies with feel like they mean something to him.
He strips out of the rest of his clothes and moves on top of him, taking Koby's hands and pinning them over his head. He holds both wrists with one hand, the other one moving down his body, fingers only need to touch once for the threads of Koby's remaining clothes to unravel around him. His original powerset was that and he used to unmake and remake clothes as easily as a caress.
"What do you want from me, now that you're home, dear one? What can I give you?" Jesper likes to give until there is nothing left of him, nuzzling Koby's neck, kissing the skin there. He's so pretty and petite compared to Jesper, and he loves that.
"Mmmm-hm, excellent," Koby mumbles against Jesper's lips, the warm, bright starlight emanating from him flaring brighter at the word boyfriend, even after all this time. One thing that did decrease with time was Koby's awkwardness around the word, around the prospect of romantic connections in general. After several centuries, the rigid categories he'd had for so long had definitely relaxed -- for things like good and evil, but also for what it meant to love adn be loved. Time apart doesn't nullify the fact that here, in Jesper's bed, in his arms, Koby is his, body and soul and heart. It also doesn't make him any less part of the others he's loved over the years, Summoned and human alike -- nor do Jesper's other lovers make Koby doubt that his affection, his devotion is real.
So he pulls Jesper closer, eagerly, tracing the shape of his face, hands trailing down his neck until they're pulled away, pinned in place, making Koby's breath catch in his throat. Even with godlike powers, he's still slight, delicate compared to Jesper, and while he'd never actually want to leave this exact spot, the fact that he can so easily be held in place makes Koby shiver all over. Maybe he likes a little bit of being bossed around, still, okay. Once a soldier, always a soldier.
The familiar feel of his clothes unmaking around him also gets a pleased, eager shiver, Koby's hands curling and uncurling into fists, whole body arching up to try and press against Jesper's. All of eternity and he's still impatient, still greedy. "E-Everything." It's shivery, eager, accompanied by Koby tilting his head back, exposing more of his throat. He's a bit shameless about it too, body starlight-warm to the touch, slightly amorphous until Koby focuses, corporealizes himself.
Being made of starlight means he can fairly easily alter his physical shape, chest smooth or rounded, hips narrow or curved. Subtle changes, practiced over the centuries, though Koby often just defaults to how he was when he and Jesper first met. When he was touched for the first time, when Jesper firmly told him that nothing about his anatomy made him less of a man, when Koby's deepest-held insecurities melted away. It's this shape he has now, legs spread to bracket Jesper's hips, shivery and eager and ready. "But, um. Start with g-getting inside me, please. Now."
So he pulls Jesper closer, eagerly, tracing the shape of his face, hands trailing down his neck until they're pulled away, pinned in place, making Koby's breath catch in his throat. Even with godlike powers, he's still slight, delicate compared to Jesper, and while he'd never actually want to leave this exact spot, the fact that he can so easily be held in place makes Koby shiver all over. Maybe he likes a little bit of being bossed around, still, okay. Once a soldier, always a soldier.
The familiar feel of his clothes unmaking around him also gets a pleased, eager shiver, Koby's hands curling and uncurling into fists, whole body arching up to try and press against Jesper's. All of eternity and he's still impatient, still greedy. "E-Everything." It's shivery, eager, accompanied by Koby tilting his head back, exposing more of his throat. He's a bit shameless about it too, body starlight-warm to the touch, slightly amorphous until Koby focuses, corporealizes himself.
Being made of starlight means he can fairly easily alter his physical shape, chest smooth or rounded, hips narrow or curved. Subtle changes, practiced over the centuries, though Koby often just defaults to how he was when he and Jesper first met. When he was touched for the first time, when Jesper firmly told him that nothing about his anatomy made him less of a man, when Koby's deepest-held insecurities melted away. It's this shape he has now, legs spread to bracket Jesper's hips, shivery and eager and ready. "But, um. Start with g-getting inside me, please. Now."
Hello, darling.
I've no idea how much you recall of our little eight hundred year shared hallucination, however -
I remember that you were quite kind to me, perhaps even when I had done nothing to deserve such kindness.
If you recall none of this, well, there's no need to reply to this message.
I only wanted to say - thank you.
I've no idea how much you recall of our little eight hundred year shared hallucination, however -
I remember that you were quite kind to me, perhaps even when I had done nothing to deserve such kindness.
If you recall none of this, well, there's no need to reply to this message.
I only wanted to say - thank you.
Oh I remember all of it, sweetheart. Especially the good parts and you were one of those. I was happy to let you be as selfish as you wanted to, it was fun.
If you ever want to have fun again just let me know.
Everything alright? I know coming back must not have been easy for you.
[ Jesper remembers Astarion and his stuff. So he knows it's not as simple as coming out of a weird dream like the rest of them. He never forgets anything.]
If you ever want to have fun again just let me know.
Everything alright? I know coming back must not have been easy for you.
[ Jesper remembers Astarion and his stuff. So he knows it's not as simple as coming out of a weird dream like the rest of them. He never forgets anything.]
[Continued from here]
Jesper frankly never cares who is around when he is in a lustful mood, but this is exactly what a wedding should be about, at the end of it. The wedding night, the honeymoon, the delicious joining of two souls in more than one way. No one can see them and he's always been an exhibitionist. The music is for them now, the moment is for them. He dances with Wille and feels him relax and get into the seduction that is as easy between them as breathing. Who is seducing who, it doesn't matter. A joint one.
Wilhelm encourages his hand to wander so he gives into it without complaint, his hands sliding over him. They play with his nipples first, caressing and teasing him, his mouth moving from one side of his neck to the other. One arm wraps around his waist, keeping him solidly back against Jesper's body, while his hand moves down underneath Wilhelm's clothing, so easily due to his endless experience, to grip his cock underneath. He grinds against him, lifting his head to suck on his earlobe, murmuring into his ear.
"Do you want to fuck me, Wille? Right here?" Jesper is not subtle about what gets him going and starts stroking Wilhelm to the beat of the music playing in the air. "I'll give you anything you want."
Jesper frankly never cares who is around when he is in a lustful mood, but this is exactly what a wedding should be about, at the end of it. The wedding night, the honeymoon, the delicious joining of two souls in more than one way. No one can see them and he's always been an exhibitionist. The music is for them now, the moment is for them. He dances with Wille and feels him relax and get into the seduction that is as easy between them as breathing. Who is seducing who, it doesn't matter. A joint one.
Wilhelm encourages his hand to wander so he gives into it without complaint, his hands sliding over him. They play with his nipples first, caressing and teasing him, his mouth moving from one side of his neck to the other. One arm wraps around his waist, keeping him solidly back against Jesper's body, while his hand moves down underneath Wilhelm's clothing, so easily due to his endless experience, to grip his cock underneath. He grinds against him, lifting his head to suck on his earlobe, murmuring into his ear.
"Do you want to fuck me, Wille? Right here?" Jesper is not subtle about what gets him going and starts stroking Wilhelm to the beat of the music playing in the air. "I'll give you anything you want."
Jesper's hands belong on his body, and his body belongs to Jesper's hands. The paths his touch travels over his skin are so familiar as to become second nature, like lungs absorbing air or heart pumping blood, but it has the effect of an electric current zipping through Wilhelm. He lets go of Jesper to flick open the buttons of his vest and give him an easier time of teasing. As Jesper's touch slopes down his belly, the silk lies coolly against his alert nipples in the absence of those hungry hands.
All sweltering sighs and low fluttering lashes, he gyrates against Jesper. One hand, matching the loop of Jesper's arm around his waist, holds onto his knuckles; the other rises to tangle in his curly hair, keeping him close. In his lover's grasp, his cock swells to fullness fast, as if following the tilting tempo of the music. Jesper is getting hard too — he can feel him against his ass, heat exhaling through all the layers of their clothing.
"Against the tree," his answer slips out on a sigh.
The tree that served as a backdrop to the brides' vows has several boughs that nearly brush the ground to create a shady canopy, but it's not cover that Wilhelm has in mind—
"You'll want something to hold onto."
All sweltering sighs and low fluttering lashes, he gyrates against Jesper. One hand, matching the loop of Jesper's arm around his waist, holds onto his knuckles; the other rises to tangle in his curly hair, keeping him close. In his lover's grasp, his cock swells to fullness fast, as if following the tilting tempo of the music. Jesper is getting hard too — he can feel him against his ass, heat exhaling through all the layers of their clothing.
"Against the tree," his answer slips out on a sigh.
The tree that served as a backdrop to the brides' vows has several boughs that nearly brush the ground to create a shady canopy, but it's not cover that Wilhelm has in mind—
"You'll want something to hold onto."
So, tell me about this plan of yours.
I have maps of all the territories, all their cities. We've been making them over time, I've been looking for escape routes. The hard part is getting everyone who wants to leave out.
But if we can, there are parts of the Badlands that are livable. I know that because there are several bandit camps that are thriving and doing fine. They manage to get supplies and salvage, and it's maybe not a great cushy way of living like in the city, but they don't have to live by any of their rules either.
We're a group of smart, resourceful, talented people with more power than they know. I think we could make a go at making our own colony. It wouldn't be easy, but I don't think that should keep it from happening.
But if we can, there are parts of the Badlands that are livable. I know that because there are several bandit camps that are thriving and doing fine. They manage to get supplies and salvage, and it's maybe not a great cushy way of living like in the city, but they don't have to live by any of their rules either.
We're a group of smart, resourceful, talented people with more power than they know. I think we could make a go at making our own colony. It wouldn't be easy, but I don't think that should keep it from happening.
Wait, really?
That's brilliant!
Mat's here too.
Do you need a place at the inn?
That's brilliant!
Mat's here too.
Do you need a place at the inn?
Jesper, it's Aloy. I'm in Cadens. Are you still here?
Sure am! One of the few still in place. Where are you?
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