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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 6:20 pm
P R P x R E F L E C T I O NFed in a Fool's Palace I invited Malta to my... home (if it can be called that) after she helped me out by making a poultice that eased the sores caused by stupid, rude, careless, spiteful Elric. Honestly, I've never known a man so blatantly full of negativity while smiling about it. It's unsettling, and it feels... disturbing. His... his aura, or something... I don't know how to put it. The point is, there's something wrong with him, and I don't want to be a part of it.
Malta understands. At least, I think she does. She says she does. I don't really know much about her personal story, so I can't say much about how well she relates to me. Probably not a whole lot, I think. Surely no one really knows what I've gone through. But at least she's here, and that's something. More than I can say for any of my actual family, anyway. So regardless of Malta's intentions, for now I am grateful for her friendship and support. She's been nothing but helpful to me, and she only ever has positive things to say... That's always enjoyable.Results: Malta meets Elric and gives Naar someone to complain to him about
Word Count: 2207
JR Word Count: 186
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:07 am
D E V E L O P M E N T A L x S O L O
Players and Pieces "Dammit, Naarhiji, yield," Elric hissed, brows pinching and lids narrowing to aggressive slits as his fingers bunched in the thin fabric of the sheets.
Naar bit his lip, eyes scrunching closed under the pressure. "Never," he retorted finally, jerking his head to the side. "Not to you, and not to anyone else. I don't care what you do or say. Threaten me all you like, but I will never kneel to you."
The elder Oblivionite's shoulders sank, his posture relaxing as he sighed. "Then you leave me no choice. I tried to reason with you, Naarhiji. We could've done this together. Everyone could've been happy. But if I can't have your loyalty and cooperation, then no one can..."
Naar screamed.
"Oh, for the love of- Would you be quiet?" Sytherina griped, glaring at them from where she sprawled across a suede chaise, idly flicking through the pages of a newspaper. "It's just a stupid game; nothing to scream about. I've never seen two men get so worked up over a couple scraps of paper. And believe me-" A manicured nail scraped across the newsprint as she tipped her face to glower at them. "-I know how easy men are to work up."
As much as Naarhiji enjoyed finding fault in everything about Hadelric, the offended glare he sent toward Syth seemed suitable for her crimes. "Class Crash is not a stupid game! It is a manifestation of dignity, honor, and intelligence! Only the most capable warriors can conquer all of their foes and take command of the world."
"You didn't even choose a warrior class!" Naarhiji snapped. "You chose pirate. Your people are just a bunch of thugs! A pirate king could never rule in a just and honorable way!"
"But merchant somehow could? You don't even have the strength to defend yourself, let alone make any honorable decisions. A merchant king would be concerned with nothing but profit. His people would be miserable!"
"That's just not true! I'm not besieged by some false notion that money doesn't make the world go 'round. Profit is exactly what a nation needs! A rich people are a happy people. If everyone had enough to afford the things they want, I wouldn't need to defend myself. If everyone was happy-"
"It isn't possible. You can't constantly keep everyone happy!"
Naar opened his mouth to retort, but his female companion cut him off. "Enough," Syth interjected, rubbing her fingers against her temple as she tucked her legs beneath her and slipped into an upright position. She strolled toward the bed, perching lightly at the very end so as not to disturb the sleek wooden board and wide array of papers her boys had set up. She picked up the sheet set before Naar and inspected it quizzically. "You can't really believe a king shouldn't know how to defend himself, O Great... Heezaru?" Syth's brow quirked uncertainly at him. "Is that His Majesty's name?"
"I think it sounds fanciful and classy," Naar informed her with a huff. "And no, I don't think everyone should feel obligated to know how to defend themselves. That you think that's the kind of world we live in now-"
"It is the kind of world we live in now, whether you choose to admit it or not. Not everyone- No, hardly anyone is actually full of good and noble intentions. That's why we're playing. You have an unrealistic expectation of the world we live in. Unrealistically optimistic."
Naar glared at him, his face erupting in heat as he snapped back, "You're wrong! I know not everyone can be good; I just think we can be a little more proactive with encouragement to be so! Not everyone needs to be hateful..." he muttered.
Syth put her arm around his shoulders, leaning lightly over to kiss the tip of his ear.
"If I did rule the world, it wouldn't be anything like where we live now," Naar grumbled. "We could all be treated the same, and all live in the same cities, and no one would be forbidden from going anywhere. It's your turn." He gestured to the cut deck sitting in the middle of the board.
With a huff, Elric selected a card from the top, drawing it up and reading it over silently before grimacing. Scowling, he flicked the card out at Naar. "This doesn't prove anything."
As Naar plucked it up, Syth leaned in, peering over his shoulder and reading aloud, "Massive tsunami overtakes Eastern Erinfall. Naval forces destroyed." Her gaze tilted back to blink inquiringly at Elric. "And... you're a pirate, so..."
"So, I. Win." Naar yipped, flinging himself backward across the bed and stretching his arms out to snag a bottle off the nightstand. "And you know what that means," he purred in his most chipper voice.
Elric huffed. "It means that as a fallen adversary, I must accept my punishment with dignity." He swiped the bottle from Naar's hands, undaunted by the clear satisfaction on the younger boy's face. "Sire."x
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Results: Though the odds are never in our favor, sometimes luck will prevail.
Word Count: 834
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 10:50 am
L E A R N I N G x S O L O
Nothing Gained, After All Sytherina didn't make a habit of stalking people. She had her own matters to attend to and concerning herself with the affairs of others was really too much effort to contribute. They were all adults here and should be more than capable of handling themselves. However, the thought did nothing to soothe her as she watched her youngest companion beam with excitement and childishly tug on the arm of some other male, that Syth had only seen two or three times. Naarhiji giggled as he pulled the man down the hallway, plucking at his clothes and grinning with all the ridiculous delight of a teenage boy.
Because for whatever reason, Elric deemed this person fit to be the young Oblivionite's first actual client (rather than a romp with some other whore). And for whatever reason, Naarhiji was uncharacteristically gleeful about it. And for whatever reason, Syth felt anxious. Now, she wasn't a complete fool. She knew it'd happen eventually. But she'd assumed that some sense of chivalry or decency would keep strangers from ******** an eighteen year old boy. She should've known better. Really.
Sytherina had no hope of controlling the tiny frown that edged across her face as the pair disappeared through a doorway. Naar was such a child.
And children tended to get hurt.
"You look so stressed, Sytherina," Elric drawled as he scrutinized the older woman. "You should be happy for him. You've transformed him from degenerate, spiteful, closed-minded boy into a slightly less spiteful, very proud, ridiculously pretty whore. Quite an undertaking."
Syth glared at him, her lip jutting out. "Doesn't feel like it," she complained. "Rem would never be satisfied with-"
"No, he wouldn't be. Thankfully he's not here, and he did specifically mention knowing what would happen once he'd departed, so-" Hadelric shrugged. "No point in worrying about it now." Silence, or at least the absence of either of them talking (though not much could be said for the absence of sound altogether), stretched between them for several moments before Elric spoke again. "Besides, Naar sounds perfectly giddy with the decision."
Sytherina fidgeted, a distrustful hum of malcontent slipping from her throat as she scuttled ever closer to Naar's room. Surprise flit across Elric's face, and he took two long strides to catch up to the woman and clasp her arm in his grip. "You aren't just going to walk in, are you? Now that's disrespectful."
"Of course not!" Syth snapped, tugging her arm away. "But I can be close at hand if he needs something, feels uncomfortable, gets hurt... Everyone needs someone to-"
"So you'll sit outside his door for an hour and do... nothing?"
"It is my civic duty as the matron of this establishment to see to it that my charges remain as unsullied as possible! Besides..." her fingers moved up to rub sheepishly at her arm, gaze flicking to the floor as she muttered, "Naarhiji is weak... Not just physically, I mean... I can't imagine it would take too much to ruin him. So, yes." She took up a perch next to the younger lad's closed door, sitting neatly on her folded knees. "I'm waiting."
Disgust was generally something Syth reserved for murderers, thieves, and gutter-folk. But for all intents and purposes, this man may as well have emerged from the sewer. It was a chore to keep from groaning aloud every time he so much as uttered a false pleasantry against Naar's far too accepting ear. Closed door or no, she could practically see everything that transpired. And although the man wasn't... actually... any different from any other client, Syth could not, for the life of her, tamp down the spite at his presence.
She fiddled with the bracelet at her wrist, rubbing her thumb against sleek metal and waiting for Sewer Scum to have his way and leave. By the time things quieted enough to resemble some sense of normalcy, Syth vowed never to sit outside Naar's door again, not if it would continually sicken her.
There was the clinking of belts, the zipping of boots, and Naarhiji's confused voice. "Oh, you're... not staying...?" Syth could even imagine the crease of his brow and pout on his lips.
"That wouldn't be a wise investment, hm? Seems a waste to sleep somewhere that's pay-by-the-hour."
Naar made a sound somewhere between a choke and a chuckle. "R-right... Of course! I- Yeah. Why would anyone do... something like that..."
"Mhm. Til next time." Syth probably only hopefully imagined a farewell forehead kiss before the sound of boots striding toward the door snapped her out of it.
She rose to her feet, dusted her skirt, and stood to the side, observing the man with an air of superiority as he opened the door and strode outside. He quirked a brow at her, but said nothing and continued on his way. After he departed, Syth poked her head into her friend's room with a whisper of, "Naarhiji?"
He was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, but the sound of his name made him peek his head up to blink inquisitively at her.
Syth stepped inside, shutting the door behind her and smiling sheepishly at him. "Was it everything you imagined being screwed by some shallow scumbag would be?"
"Well, that's... definitely not how you made it sound initially..." She took up her spot beside him, despite his very serious claims that everything was filthy. But Syth nonchalantly nested at his side, anyway. Having lost that particular fight, Naar turned to face her, gaze downcast. "I feel... funny," he admitted at length. "Satiated, but disappointed somehow... Almost as if there was supposed to be more. And it was a good 'more.' Like I'm missing out on something I actually want."
"The 'more' wasn't missing when you slept with me? Or Elric?"
She watched the earnestness on his face shift to a more pinched, dissatisfied look as he registered the name of the other male whore. "Well, no..." he grumbled grudgingly.
She slipped her arms around him, tugging him close and tucking his nose against her neck. He didn't put up much resistance. "Well, I'm here," she murmured, petting Naar's hair soothingly. "So if you ever feel unsatisfied-"
"I'm not unsatisfied. I'm perfectly content-"
"Disappointed? Unfulfilled? Wanting 'more?' Whatever. The point is: I'm here. And I want you to be happy. So if it wasn't abundantly clear before, you can always come to me. Before, after, during. Whatever you need."
"What if you're busy?" Naar grumbled against her throat.
"Then you can go to Elric. He'll love it."x
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Results: First client leaves a disappointing sense of unfulfillment and loneliness...
Word Count: 1096
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 11:07 am
D E V E L O P M E N T A L x S O L O
Break the Ice Fingertips traced over the curve of a bunched shoulder, following down the path of a slender arm until his elbow crooked away at the rise of thin hips. Kaylinth's palm settled there, giving the wiry frame a firm squeeze and insistent tug backward to lodge the smaller boy's body more snugly against him. Naarhiji groaned softly by way of argument, twitching his head to remove a stray, sweaty strand of emerald hair from his view, but obliged him nonetheless, pressing his back to Kay's chest and settling into the wrap of the older Oblivionite's arms.
Breath brushed the nape of his neck, warm and ticklish. With a half-vocalized hum, Naar's lashes flit shut. Arms tightened around him and lips moved against his skin. "Tell me you love me."
And just like that, Naarhiji’s eyes popped open once more; dazed, confused, rational thought lost amidst a haze of comfort and warmth and satiation. "Why?" He murmured without a second thought. "Are you planning on dying before someone else gets a chance to?"
Kay smirked - or maybe just smiled? Naar couldn’t exactly tell from his position - against the back of his neck. “You need a reason outside of ‘because I’m paying you and want to hear it?’”
"I should like one, yes," Naar admitted with a half roll of his shoulders, craning his neck back to peer warily at his current companion.
Kaylinth had to be at least twice Naarhiji’s age. While the younger boy figured it was rude to ask, he actually assumed older, perhaps having spent over fifty some odd years in this realm. He was not tall or broad or particularly attractive to begin with, but he was kind enough, gentle enough, and apparently so filthy rich that he felt comfortable spending nights in the whorehouse. Nights. With an ‘s.’ Multiple.
Nevermind that Naar was not of a mind to be choosy when it came to people who knew him by name and not ‘that whore’ or ‘the young one.’ That was just a bonus.
“Turn ‘round,” Kay prompted, nudging at his shoulder and ignoring the sounds of complaint that erupted that from Naarhiji’s throat as he moved. The smaller boy shifted unceremoniously to his back, then his side. When his gaze met Kay’s, it was filled more with annoyance at being jostled than satisfaction from but a few minutes earlier. The older man smiled, the corners of his lids crinkling. “You’re really not going to say it, are you?”
"I’m not in the habit of lying," Naarhiji admitted slowly.
“Really? I’m to take that to mean everything you’ve said to me up to this point has been the truth?”
Naar’s fingers moved to Kaylinth’s chest, flicking through the dusting of hair there and trailing across his pecs. "Yes," he murmured at length. "I suppose that is the case..."
“You don’t sound terribly convinced.”
"I’m curious about what I’ve said that seems worth questioning. I do like to spend time with you. I do like sleeping with you, and if I had my way, I would let you ******** me on a daily, consistent basis."
“But you don’t love me?”
Naarhiji gave a terse shake of his head, leaning forward to rest his forehead against his companion’s collar-bone, scooting the length of his body nearer to press solidly against Kay’s. "I can’t. It's not- It's got nothing to do with you, personally. I just- Can't. I can't." He shook his head adamantly, keeping his gaze lowered as his fingers bunched against the skin of Kay's torso.
Lips dusted the top of his head and fingers wove into the back of his hair, knotting lightly and tugging gently. "Alright, sh, shhh, stop your rambling," Kaylinth commanded as he pulled Naar's gaze back up to his. "How far in advance do you plan your schedule?"
The young whore's brows knit, confusion flicking across his expression as he opened his mouth, "I... don't, really? This isn't exactly a place with definitive planning..."
"Very well. Consider your weekend, six days from now, as filled. If it pleases you, you may think of it as me buying you for those three days. I'll pick you up-"
"Not here?"
"Not here."
"Where?"
"It's a surprise." When Naar pinched his lip between his teeth, on the cusp of more questions or uncertainties, Kay kissed him. "You'll enjoy it," he promised. "I will speak with Hadelric about making arrangements before I leave, hm?" He leaned in again, kissed the corner of Naarhiji's lips, the edge of his jaw, his neck. The smaller male relaxed again, panting out a low breath as he pressed his hips forward. Kay shifted away. "Six days," he prompted firmly, sitting up and sliding from the bed. "Understand?"
Wary trepidation at the unknown aside, Naar nodded. It was just Kaylinth. He was safe. And if Elric approved it, then it would be just fine, surely. "Fine. If that's what you want."x
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Results: Plans are formed.
Word Count: 818
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 5:00 am
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 11:46 am
L E A R N I N G x S O L O
Only Words Naarhiji chewed his lip, wrung his hands against his lap, and bunched himself into as small a space as he could manage. He perched at the edge of Kaylinth's couch, only daring to take up a minimal portion of a cushion, and not feeling terribly comfortable about touching his furniture. Fleetingly, he cast his attention up, off to where the older man stood with his back to him, wings fanned out to his sides and thick, spiked tail swaying to some imagined rhythm behind him. After two days and one night in Kay's home, Naar felt more awkward than ever. Less like a rented whore and more of a temporary wife. It was not a role he was well-suited or interested in performing. Not that his older companion minded. Or noticed.
"How do you feel about fish tonight, hm?" He questioned, tossing a glance over his shoulder before returning to whatever kitchen-task he was currently in the midst of. "I'm not well-versed in many things, but I should be able to handle cooking for you. Alas, I'm only terribly familiar with preparation of fish, so..."
"It's fine. I'm sure anything you're capable of making is more than... acceptable."
Kay chuckled, and Naar was distinctly aware of the clinking of dishware as he moved about. "Just acceptable? I've got a few years under my belt... Surely the time I've spent honing this art will warrant more than 'acceptable.'"
Naar went back to fingering a stray thread at seam of his shirt, pointedly ignoring the very domestic rituals taking place hardly no large distance away. "I can't exactly say for sure yet, can I?"
"As always, dear boy, patience." Kaylinth's banter continued along after that, with only moderate supplemental input from Naar. The younger Oblivionite let his attention wander, scraping over shelves filled with books and nick-knacks and trinkets, games and tools he'd never seen before. And knots. A strange array of knots. When his companion returned to his side, satisfied that everything would cook well enough without his immediate attention for several minutes, Naar looked back to him.
"You're a sailor."
Kay leaned back, extending an arm to loop across Naarhiji's abdomen and tug him in. This, at least, was something Naar could oblige. He pulled his legs beneath himself, leaning against Kay's chest and drawing his fingers up to settle at his collarbone. "I was at one time," Kaylinth acquiesced with a nod, before he perched forward to place a kiss on Naar's temple. "But I fear I'm not as much use as I once was. Other-" His fingers traced the line of Naar's jaw. "-better things-" A thumb notched beneath his chin, turning the boy's face up toward him. "-to do." When Kay kissed him, Naar sloped messily forward, lurching all of his weight against the larger man. His hand fell immediately from his collar, tracing down the length of Kay's torso, over his abs, and stopping only when the man caught him by the wrist and tucked the appendage safely back in Naar's lap.
The younger male frowned. "It's always 'used to' or 'at one time' with you. You don't seem particularly committed to anything."
Kaylinth lips parted in mock surprise, and he looked overly taken aback. "That is just not true. I simply appreciate a great many things and would like to afford them all a little piece of my life."
Naar's lip jutted out, fingers crimped against the fabric of his clothes, and he huffed softly. he straightened, swinging a leg over the other man's lap and bracing his hands firmly against Kay's shoulders. "What am I doing here?" He demanded tartly.
If Kaylinth was even minutely swayed by Naarhiji's 'serious' expression, he showed no signs of it. "Relaxing?" He hummed in question, settling a palm at the small of Naar's back and pressing him forward. "Enjoying yourself? Being appreciative that you aren't condemned perpetually to the same room you've inhabited for- what? Ten years? I expect it must be truly dreadful."
"I am," Naar insisted, ignoring the jab that he should be unhappy for some reason. And it was only four years, besides. Kay clearly liked to exaggerate. "I just don't know what you want from me. I'm trying to work out what possible use you could have for this, what you could gain, but I don't- Mrphh-" There was a brief struggle in which Naar squirmed, fighting to free his mouth from Kaylinth's to at least finish what he'd been trying to say. But hands on his waist and a tongue swiping across his lips quieted him, and with a muted huff, Naar sank back against the other man's lap, pinching his knees to either side of Kay's hips and arching into him to absorb as much contact as physically possible.
When Naar had regressed into a pliant heap of rocking hips and incessant fingers, Kaylinth eased back, amused as always by the breathy huff of annoyance from the younger boy. He brushed the tip of his nose to Naar's, flexed his fingers around his companion's hips and pulled him in. "Tell me you love me."
Irritation prickled through him, but desire for contact kept him planted. "I told you I wouldn't lie to you. You're being ridiculous. Why? Why does it matter?"
"If I cared whether you meant it or not-" Kay's teeth pinched at the skin at the side of Naar's neck, earning him a yelp and a lurch forward. "-I wouldn't have to buy it from you. They're just words. It hardly matters who you say them to or how often you say it or why you say it. Just... say it." He dipped sidelong, notching his head beneath Naar's chin and kissing the hollow of his throat.
"If it doesn't matter, why do you want to hear it so badly?"
Whatever length of time that was drew out in silence. Kaylinth's mouth lingered at his neck, fingers still clasping his hips. Internally, Naar knew this was a 'serious' moment, and that he probably shouldn't press his advances. But as rational thought tended to be elusive while straddling virtually anyone, Naarhiji whined softly, rocking forward against his better judgement.
Kay sighed. He kissed Naar's shoulder, his neck, his ear, and was then shooing the boy from atop his lap. "Are you hungry yet? It'd be a shame if I let anything burn, hm?"
"It's... not exactly my main priority, to be honest..."
"And we know how you apparently feel about honesty..." He rose, and when Naar moved to follow, Kay pressed him back down, lightly kissing his forehead. "Patience." The younger boy opened his mouth to argue. "We've all day tomorrow, as well."x
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Results: What is the importance of intangible things?
Word Count: 1112
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