[open] lookin' for the love getaway.

[babbylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and everyone visiting Heaven's Feel!
When: 5/1—5/8
Where: Caissa, Heaven's Feel storefront
What: The grand opening of Heaven's Feel, Caissa's premier matchmaking service, has arrived! Stop by for food, drinks, and some friendly fun with your fellow Heroes! ...or maybe even pick up a date, who knows.
Rating: General audiences, except for Gil's threads because he was pretty much making out with everyone. Tread carefully.

Heaven's Feel



[Maybe you've heard, or maybe you haven't, but there's a new business in town. It's plastered everywhere, posted on the side of every building and shouted from the end of every street corner in Caissa. Heaven's Feel, Heaven's Feel, come fly with the angels at Heaven's Feel! Really, who writes something so cheesy? The owner must be a real piece of work, you think, yet there's something enticing about the sound of it...

If you do decide to stop by within the first week of May, you'll find a massive celebration awaiting you: the celebration of opening day! Eager workers wave down anyone who gets close, with offers of wine tasting, sweet treats, and even speed dating. The store's interior bustles with activity as visitors fill out cute little survey cards in hopes of a hook-up. The owner in question can be found mingling in the crowd, bartending, and drawing charcoal caricatures of couples for a nominal fee.

Overall, the atmosphere is one of excitement. Hop right in! There's plenty of room for lounging on the cushy furniture, and plenty of time to find your own hottie.

...or perfectly platonic friend. Look, we're not judging or anything.]

Comments

[hymnals]

[ What the heck. Adra hisses, trying now to forcibly wrench away. If nothing else, he has enough presence of mind to shut down the mana channel between them, though not before they each get a taste. Magic is significantly more affecting to him than alcohol, and he's hardly had enough of it; as a result, his stomach, head--everywhere, really-aches for the abrupt lack. His veins burn. ]

I don't care about a scene.

[ He's having a hard time focusing, though, and his relationship with gravity is absolutely on the rocks. It's a tremendous effort not to just fall to his knees. ]

Nnh. Light preserve me.

[ From this. From her. ]

[showsnopiety]

[Ooooh. Ooooh. Adra, Adra. Your mana tickles.]

You care about people touching you, do you not?

[She gives him a light tap, this time on the lower back. That should help with straightening his spine.]

Come. I know how to get you a couch, all by yourself.

[She'll drag you if she has to elf. Don't make her do that.]

[hymnals]

[ In fact, it burns! Like holy fire! And demons. ]

Yes, and here you are, doing exactly that!

[ But he goes along, because perhaps being sat on a couch will put an end to this situation. ]

[showsnopiety]

[She likes it. Don't take away her sunshine pretty elf. They're going to make so many fanfic prompts together.]

It's that or I allow you to use your face to clean the floor. I don't like you enough to let you fall.

[She pats him on the back once, before dragging him to the couch. Down she puts him down onto the couch, before sitting with him.]

Besides. You don't mana exchange often, do you? You might need it. We don't know how much we're dependent on it to live.

[hymnals]

[ Don't like him enough to -- ? He's still too sober for this. He groans as he all but collapses on the couch, sinking down into a warm puddle of elf. ]

I do not. I avoid excess in all things.

[ Adra, of course, is dependent on it to live. But he doesn't suppose Caren needs to know that. He just shuts one eye, frowning. ]

I haven't seen anyone suffering from lack thereof.

[ Outside of himself, that is. ]

[showsnopiety]

Then clearly you have not met Sion.

[She sighs at him, and tries to tidy him up a little so he won't be a falling puddle of elf.]

And even the act of being inaccessible to all things is in fact, excess to deprivation.

Someone might accuse you of being sadomasochistic.

[hymnals]

Oh, I've met him.

[ His ears twitch irritably. Sion, addicted to magic? He files that away for later. ]

I'm not deprived. I'm fine.

[ He's not fine. His otherwise deep voice goes up an octave. ]

And I'm not--not that, either!

[showsnopiety]

I'm surprised you haven't called us out yet.

[For being siblings. She's pretty sure that's part of the reason why he holds her hand so much in public, anyway.]

Liar.

[She's amused, as she finally settles down to sit beside him. She'll get him something to eat once she's sure he's not about to fall off anything.]

If you're going to deny something, you can at least sound sincere.

[hymnals]

Call you out for what?

[ He grinds his teeth. ]

I mean, you're both damned insufferable, but that's hardly uncommon.

[ Siblings?? ]

And it's no business of yours whether I'm deprived or not. Which--I'm not!

[showsnopiety]

Whatever comes to mind.

[Siblings in inflicting misery, that's what they are.]

You're correct. It is not. But it is a concern of mine that a priest would act in such a way.

[Lightly, her fingers drag down her throat.]

A priest who is not honest about his own deprivation and suffering...how can he help others, when he can not help himself?

[hymnals]

[ He folds his arms over his chest, though it looks more lopsided than confident, because he is not super great at being fully upright at the moment. ]

Ask around. I do okay.

[ People get fed, at least. ]

[showsnopiety]

Do you? Do you give yourself to others, more than you give yourself?

[She's looking more amused here, and she...reaches to push him over. Just lay down Adra.]

[hymnals]

[ Wumpf. He goes down, and lies there on his side, twitching. ]

That's not for me to say.

[showsnopiety]

Is it not? We are priests, you and I. Brother and sister in our calling.

[And she'll. Take that opportunity to lightly comb her fingers through his hair.]

We must, for the sake of others, be self aware.