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king "#1 shitposter" gilgamesh ([personal profile] babbylon) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm2016-03-25 10:51 pm

[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!]
hymnals: i got mine (you'll get what's yours)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ This method of flirting strikes a bit closer to Adra's nerves than Gil knows. Tied up with rope, or ribbon ... just for me.

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.
hymnals: and you stand in line (and you take your time)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adra lies back, towels shifting, feeling his mind soften and expand. The heat's creeping up on him (much like Gil himself), and he's begun to feel sluggish. He's flat on the hot ground now, eyes still fixed upwards, fingers still intertwined with Gil's.

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.
hymnals: that wants to grow (bet you didn't know)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah ... he's very close, now. Adrasteius can't deny: down in the depths of him, there are things as dark as midnight, sharp as blades. Desires that demand blood.

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.
Edited 2016-03-30 06:01 (UTC)
hymnals: that wants to grow (how do you manage)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He exhales, slow and soft, and lets his hand drop away. ]

Oh, it is, and perhaps we do. But what happens after you've hit the ground?
hymnals: god i'm lucky so much luckier than i ever thought i'd be (that makes me lucky)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shuts his eyes, though not out of drowsiness, not yet. He more looks like he's wincing. ]

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.
hymnals: because they know what i've been hiding (they're right inside my head)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ He just grins, and touches the hand running through his hair--a sign that he doesn't mind it. Adra's hair is long, down to his midback, thick and silky. It fans around him as he lies there, like a gleaming, golden halo. ]

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.
hymnals: who wants to bring the pain (i know i've got an enemy waiting)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ By any objective measure, Gilgamesh is a prime example of humanity. Perfectly sculpted, precisely cut, slim-hipped and lean. His face all elegant planes, his jawline sharp, nose straight. The ruby eyes, graceful and strange. Unblemished skin.

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. ]
hymnals: they say that danger's gone away (did you read the news today)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
I wondered what that meant.

[ 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. ]
hymnals: that wants to grow (bet you didn't know)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ COMPARING ROMANCE TO WAR .. he'd have taken Gil to task over that on a different day. A day when he was not so very mana sated, and so very warm, and so very sleepy. ]

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. ]
hymnals: you floated across a crystal sea (we were lost inside a dream)

[personal profile] hymnals 2016-03-30 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ yep.

at least he's trusting gil with his unconscious body ... ]