[semi-open] come, let's fly.
Who: Gilgamesh and various characters
When: Following the latest dungeon.
Where: the Airy, around Polgar, possibly other places
What: Catch-all log for post-dungeon adventures.
Rating: I'll just slap this with the classic "Gilgamesh Deserves His Own Warning" warning. Mentions of rape in Adrasteius thread. Fetish and sex talk in the Kavi thread.
[Custom prompts are below. Feel free to PM me if you're interested in doing something aboard the Airy or in Polgar; I'd be happy to plot with you!]
When: Following the latest dungeon.
Where: the Airy, around Polgar, possibly other places
What: Catch-all log for post-dungeon adventures.
Rating: I'll just slap this with the classic "Gilgamesh Deserves His Own Warning" warning. Mentions of rape in Adrasteius thread. Fetish and sex talk in the Kavi thread.
[Custom prompts are below. Feel free to PM me if you're interested in doing something aboard the Airy or in Polgar; I'd be happy to plot with you!]
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So a length of rope, instead? No, no, on second thought, I'll wrap you up in the prettiest stretch of ribbon. Bright red, as suits you best.
[So that's an "undetermined" regarding his query. His other hand claps atop Adra's, and it's hard to believe he's part god, as he's acting more like a dog than anything.]
Like a present, just for me. You'll permit me a bit of greed, won't you? There's room for just a little in your dream of dreams?
[...a very, very excitable dog. Indeed, one can't really feel sorry for a King who's this exuberant.]
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Adra chuckles nervously, looking up, feeling the tips of his ears turn scarlet. Ordinarily, he'd steel himself against even reacting to such talk, but between the drowsy heat of the steam room and the steady flow of intoxicating magic, he's not quite as controlled as usual. ]
Oh, there's room for all kinds of emotion in my dreams, Gil.
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[Did that sound the slightest bit suggestive? Maybe the steam's affected his hearing. Although, even if it did, there's no hiding that devil's grin from his fel eyes, nor would Gilgamesh think to try. If it's entrapment, it's the clever sort—easing Adra in little by little, closer and closer to his waiting jaws.]
Enlighten me. I'd like to hear as much of your... dreams... as possible. Particularly those parts involving the two of us.
[This conversation was headed down a dark, dark road. Gilgamesh really did have issues with resisting temptation; honorary blood elf, indeed.]
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He mutters, vaguely, his own eyes glassy. He might be a little over full of mana, at present. ]
Or you could just talk a little more about tying me up.
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Any way you like. For as long as you like.
[His mouth hovers close to Adra's. Close enough to feel breath, but not quite touch. Even now, Gilgamesh honors his word.]
Even a King would bow his head for the opportunity.
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His gaze flicks back down to Gil, and he can see, too, a certain depth of interest. But how far does it go? How long would it last? He can already surmise that Gilgamesh thinks of everything--and everyone--as a conquest. So what does he do after the conquering?
Adra covers Gil's mouth with his free hand. ]
Smooth as a sheer drop off a cliff, you are.
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Is that drop not part of the thrill? Am I mistaken to presume we speak of mutually enjoyable pursuits?
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Oh, it is, and perhaps we do. But what happens after you've hit the ground?
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[Down, down, down, as far as those chains would allow.]
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Truly? Because in my experience, I fall off that cliff ...
[ His eyes open just a little, a bit of felfire glowing beneath the lids -- ]
... and when I come to, I'm alone.
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He could lie to him. It would be easy. Instead, his expression—which had been growing increasingly provocative—settles.]
It is said the King shines so brightly, that to leave his light is to live in eternal darkness.
[The problem laid in physical contact, didn't it? So to run fingers through his hair wouldn't pose issue. He does just that.]
But who can ever leave the light of such a sun? Surely, if you search for it, it would always find you.
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You're too much, Gil. Are you saying you wouldn't leave me?
[ He opens one eye fully. ]
Because--also in my experience--Kings tend to lose interest in the lands they've conquered, once they feel everything is fully under their control.
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[Gilgamesh props up his head on his free hand and, reading into the affirmative body language, now rests quite comfortably against Adrasteius. His apparent bulk is deceptive; he doesn't weigh much more than an average elf, and he's got the natural hum of magic about him, too.
It goes without saying that the beauty of King, up close, could rival his own people.]
My guardianship is a perpetual endeavor, not temporary dictatorship. I will always have eyes upon my flock, as that is what it means to tend a garden.
[By definition, Gilgamesh couldn't, and wouldn't, leave. This came with its own share of drawbacks... namely that the so-called sun was endlessly possessive of his things.]
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But Adra, though a man of his people and not immune to aesthetics, is never held in thrall by appearances. Only what lies beneath compels him, or turns him away. Only passion, or apathy. Principles, or lack thereof.
There is a code to how Gil lives, or so it seems to Adra. He doesn't agree with it, but it's interesting, nevertheless. ]
I don't much like the idea of being livestock. Or a flower, for that matter.
[ Eyes shut again. ]
Nondescript, one among many ...
[ Though to be possessed appeals, in a way he won't name. Couldn't, at this point. ]
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[And only Gilgamesh would be arrogant enough to claim he owned the sun. He isn't to be blamed for shying away from the idea of being anything less, so Gilgamesh brands him as he deserves. Even if he took many to his bed, and even if his heart was restless and belonged to no one, he was good to his companions, to his lovers. He showered them with affection and with attention until they tired of it, as it was simply in his nature.
That is what it meant to be cared for by a King of Gilgamesh's stature. It would be pleasant, but it would also be intense... like staring into the sun.]
One among one. I do not compare my lovers to each other; they are kingdoms onto themselves.
[And thus Gilgamesh gives him a little kiss atop his head, a brief brush of lips, to cement this.]
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[ A very chaste kiss. Adra feels boneless enough, weightless enough, soft enough to allow it. But he looks Gil directly in the eyes again, and the hazy sheen of earlier is gone. ]
How lovely for your lovers, Gil.
[ He taps Gil on the nose with his index finger, and the subtext is clear: But I'm not one of them. ]
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Great romances are like great wars: they take time to wage, and are best administered by the very patient.
[Or the very brash. Gilgamesh bops him back on the nose to tease, and to subtly assure him that he's suffered no offense, no blows to his pride.]
Worry not, little sun. I will chase after your light for some time to come, I am most certain.
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You are, of course, free to do as you like.
[ He yawns, and his body relaxes completely, his fingers going slack in Gil's hand. ]
As for me ... I'm going to take a little nap.
[ And, not more than a few minutes later, he's out. Eyes closed again, breathing even, muscles loose. ]
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GOD
DAMMIT
@#$%]
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at least he's trusting gil with his unconscious body ... ]