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pixieledmemes2025-03-15 08:32 am
Test Drive Meme #2
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You wake up at a party.
You're not sure how, exactly, you got here. You may have just been walking in the woods or at a meeting for work or doing any other normal activity for you. But you know you weren't supposed to be at this party, you're fairly certain.
Anyone you ask about it will say the party is for you. You and the others also waking up and looking confused. Further questions will lead to the partygoers insisting you have something to eat. You're starving and others are eating the food without repercussion, so you figure there's no harm in a bite. You finish your portion.
It's a garden party at the crack of dawn, with the sun still in its early stages of climbing through the yonder, casting a good mix of pastel hues of blue, pink, and beige on everything. Heralding the first day of spring, the Ruler of the Spring Court has found it fitting to arrange this gathering where guests can feel the blades of grass touching their ankles, as well as the rich soil beneath their feet. Flowers of all kinds surround the party as if they were carefully curated. With spring as the "dawn of seasons," which marks a transition from winter's latency to the resurgence of life everywhere, the Ruler of the Dawn Court has also seen it fit to host aspects of this party during the one time of the year that dawn occurs the whole day. Tall candles and torches grace the outskirts of the garden party, providing warmth and an orange glow everywhere. Not one flame goes out even with the occasional wind, the Duchess always makes sure of this.
There are also freshly picked blossoms and branches with leaves on every table accenting the festive spread of food and drinks. This time, a lot of the food prepared for the Adopted guests are familiar to them with a little bit of a twist. Burgers might come in small packages and in toothpicks, while hotdogs in buns are also diminutive. Cookies look delectable but they have a flowery flavor to them, as if eating freshly picked daisies or daffodils. Fruits that may have been present in an Adopted's home, such as pineapples and watermelons, have seeds in odd places. Picking this selection of food is an attempt to be more welcoming and to appease the lovely guests the fae have invited.
As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately woman stands up and speaks. You feel her voice more than hear it.
I am the Lawspeaker of the Fae, elected by Seelie and Unseelie alike, and you are all, now, subjects of Faerie. You cannot leave this realm once you have eaten our food, and even if you could, there is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from. Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out. We require assistance in various matters, and each of you has been chosen for your talent and skill. You will be adopted by one of the Seelie or Unseelie Courts based on your strengths and personality. Your Court will decide what to do with you from there.
As suddenly as she stood, she sits back down.
A party is not complete without dancing, of course, and while during the last gathering held for the Adopted, different fae danced to music exclusively for them around a glowing tree, this time they are insisting their guests to join in.
This is a party for you, after all.
If the prodding of the different fae hosts won't convince you, perhaps the music will. They play easily recognizable tunes that their wonderful guests must have heard before. These melodies have certain unique effects to their mortal attendees, which are as follows:
- Upbeat Music: You will believe that you and your dance partner have been friends forever and have known each other a long time.
- Romantic Music: You will become amorous and flirtatious towards your dance partner.
- Slow Music: You will develop some tension with your dance partner. It may be negative or sexual; completely up to you.
- Quiet Music: You will assume your dance partner is a threat and try to fight them.
At the Spring King's behest, every Adopted should wear a flower corsage or boutonnière to the gathering. After all, this is to celebrate the coming of spring and what better way to do that than to honor everything in bloom.
The thing is, though, the King of Spring, while amorous and friendly, also has a penchant for playing with mortals' memories, if not also affect their desires and despairs.
So, mischievous as he is, he made sure to enchant the different flowers present in every corsage and boutonnière for the party with the effects below:
- Rose: You will recall a horrific trauma
- Carnation: You will see a vision of your future, whether it's good or bad
- Orchid: You will remember a time you lost someone
- Chrysanthemum: You will believe someone among the Adopted is your soulmate
- Dahlia: You will believe you betrayed someone important to you, whether you actually did or not
It is perhaps a good thing that no one but the Adopted are allowed to see these visions and memories, but everyone who wears a corsage or boutonnière will be able to see each other's memories and visions when in close enough physical proximity to the vision-haver, for better or for worse.
You feel a vibration in your pocket sometime after the Lawspeaker addresses everyone. When you search for the source, you will pull out your Leaf, the device the Fae use to stay in touch with each other. Anyone who's used a smart phone will easily recognize how it works.
Greetings, Adopted. This is your Lawspeaker.
Tell us all of a time you gave someone a gift. Perhaps a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates. Was it appreciated or not? A reward might await the most meaningful gift given.
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I would like to hear it from you.
[ Narciso heightens his charm, approaching Loki closer, one hand reaching up to brush his knuckles against that cheek. ]
How do you want to serve your King?
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[Loki feels the heat rush to their cheeks. To charm Loki is to strip away all their pretense, and so…]
I want to serve you as myself. My true self.
[It’s a vulnerable thing to admit, and they do not often let themselves be vulnerable.]
I am a skald without a story to tell and I find myself adrift, drawn to an old role. Without Thor, I-
[They stop themselves, a bit ashamed of even mentioning Thor when in front of Narciso. They should be focusing on him, not their brother.]
… sorry. Suppose I wanted you to guide me. Rather pathetic, I know.
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When Narciso speaks again, his voice is thick, low, if not also seductive, like a hushed whisper wafting through the spring breeze. ]
Your true self is magnificent, my dear Adopted. It will be my pleasure to guide you, to be your King.
[ Narciso gradually turns his charm a notch higher, his features becoming even more radiant, more keen, that it's almost blinding, but with a warmth that is soothing, addicting. ] You are not pathetic, my skald. [ Slowly leaning in, Narciso's lips brushes against the shell of Loki's ear. ] Remarkable are your stories, every one of them you have told.
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Loki finds themselves unable to look at him, he shines far brighter than Thor that it now seems silly to have made that comparison in the first place.]
... do you have a favorite, my King? [they ask hesitantly, though the meaning underneath is clear. Please, praise me. Give them the praise they will never receive from others.]
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Every single one. Your stories are truly brilliant, I can not possibly choose just one out of many. They entertain me so. [ He peppers that neck with small, feverish kisses, as if through every contact, the spring sun shines. When he approaches their cheek, Narciso gives it a tender kiss, before guiding Loki's face so they can look at him. ]
Come now, my Loki, face your King with that effervescent beauty. I always wish to view you as you are.
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Still, they flinch as he guides them to look at him. Not because of him, no... They're perfectly comfortable with him, it's just...]
Am I- Am I worthy of such a sight?
[Their gaze is turned downwards, though their faces are barely centimeters apart from each other. Something comes over Loki then, a bit of courage perhaps, and they quickly steal a kiss from Narciso, their lips brushing against his for but a moment.]
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You are. You are worthy of everything.
[ To reward his Adopted, Narciso closes in the gap and captures Loki's lips in a searing kiss. Far from the quick brush of lips earlier. This time, Narciso takes it upon himself to explore the trickster. With the effects of the charm, Loki would feel as if the kiss is longer than it should be, like time froze and it's always springtime. It would feel like hours, days, weeks, it doesn't even matter. ]
You taste exquisite, my dear Loki. [ Narciso breathes out after he pulls away, giving them a charming smile. ]
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In that brief time, Narciso may notice a change as Loki does not back away, pushing even further. When the kiss does end, their smile is something different. Not the girlish schoolchild of before, but a hint of the cunning and obsessive old man that once was.]
Better than the others, I’m certain.
[The other Lokis? Or literally everyone else? Probably both.]
I don’t want you to consort with the other Adopted. They’re a waste of your time. But together… we could strengthen your grip on this realm. Let spring truly rule above all else and mischief with it.
I will make you mine, dear, and your story will be greater than you can even imagine.
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[ Narciso merely chuckles at Loki's shift, one hand cupping their face gently and affectionately. This time, he enhances his charm in a way to appease, to soothe, as if to calm the other's mind into not fretting that Narciso won't be going anywhere any time soon. That he's only Loki's and Loki's alone. ]
You are better than others. Truly my favorite. [ His smile widens as Narciso leans in to kiss Loki once more. Softly. Lovingly. ]
Am I not already yours? [ An amused, light chuckle. ] Come now, let us take this somewhere more private where I can assure you that your King is yours alone.
[ Narciso will usher Loki away from the party and into his chambers where he can definitely show the trickster just how affectionate and loving he can be all day long. ]
cw: magic animal death; no response needed just needed to wrap this up for my brain
Forgive me... I- there are so few things that are truly mine.
[After all, they've had to fight for their very name and identity. But with Narciso here, that's no longer necessary they realize. They're his favorite. The first time they've been anyone's favorite. They allow themselves to be ushered away and enjoy this one moment of bliss.
>You spent a long time with Loki.
Days later, a magpie will make its ways to Narciso's chambers, holding a letter in its beak. It reads:]
My dear king,
How I enjoyed our time together! Not since Morgan Le Fay have I been enchanted so thoroughly, and I've literally dated a woman known as the Enchantress. That said, I do have some complaints.
Don't get your panties all up in a twist (not yet anyhow), I am not here to echo the things you've heard time and time before. I spoke with you with the full intention of letting you have your way, I am so rarely the story's plaything these days. Rather, my concern is for you, my king.
You're so very lonely, aren't you? It saddened me to realize this, though I suspected it from the beginning. When one has powers like yours, it's impossible to know if you are truly loved. If you are even capable of being loved fully. I pity you, that your charm has become second instinct that you still could not turn it off when with a kindred spirit. And why? Because you were afraid. You fear that as you are, no one would ever care for you, let alone lie with you. Perhaps you did not always feel this way, but no doubt it has consumed you by this point in your life.
I know well what it is like to feel unloveable. You begin to trick yourself, you bargain and accept any form of affection you can acquire, whether it is earned or not. And you tell yourself that this is good enough, that this is better even. Real love is so fickle. It cannot be controlled nor contained. It is not everlasting and despite what others might claim, it is never unconditional. A false rose will never die. It will never lose its beauty. Is it not superior in every way to a natural bloom?
I imagine you'll disagree with me on that.
Anyhoo. Lovey dovey stuff is bullshit, but so is charming me to have sex with you. Are you so foolish to think I wouldn't do so of my own free will? We could have much more fun if you stopped being so insecure. You're a king, not a middle schooler. Man up, or you will not have me again. I'm certain you've already realized how much you're missing out on. Perhaps I'll even let you try the old man if you drop this cowardly act of yours.
- Loki
[When he finishes reading the note, the magpie will explode in a burst of blood.]