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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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That sounds lovely. [ His voice is but a whisper, a murmur thrown into the spring wind. ] But perhaps, you want to be cherished by your King? [ The charm intensifies a bit after his question, his magic cementing itself within Clint's consciousness. ]
I do want to take care of you all. [ The smile in his voice is clear, as do the soft brushes of lips against Clint's skin. ] Especially you. Would you like that, my dear?
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But that Clint isn't here right now. The one that's here is wrapped up in the sensation of all this, this celebration of spring, intensified. Personalized, even. Grass boldly green and just long enough for suburbanites to think about cutting. Flowers in all colors and configurations in bloom, the bees eagerly buzzing. Life. The feeling of life, and enjoying life. A feeling of youth and of hope. Renewal.
It's all normally a bit flowery (ha) for him, but the charm works its literal charm with not a hint more fight. The touches are soft and inviting, the voice honey. All this getting, and he isn't even giving in turn. His body decides it's about time to fix that, hands reaching to set themselves at the king's waist, and he turns his head just enough to press a smile to the hinge of the royal jaw.]
Yeah. [Against sweet floral skin.] Yeah, I'd like that a lot.
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As one of his hands cup Clint's nape, fingers weaving through short hair, he reaches the man's cheek, tenderly pressing kisses on it. ]
Excellent. [ Another kiss. ] How do you like me to take care of you? Perhaps with more kisses? A touch I can surely provide? [ He murmurs seductively, his free hand circling Clint's waist to keep him close, to enhance his charm with more sensations of tranquility and affection, if not also a little bit of arousal. ]
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Tranquility, affection, calm and loved and adored, yeah, but also a bit of that heat forming, a low want that he's also sure is going to build if they keep flirting and touching and dragging their bodies together.
In fact, that's what he's looking to enhance in the moment. It's all slow and gentle and easy, the way he presses himself closer, a little crowding, with the intent to get his floral highness pushed against that vacant throne, or really any vertical solid surface. All the touches and kisses are light and delicate, comforting, and Clint feels he can reciprocate that. Not too desperate in his own kisses, jaw and neck and cheek, it's all kinds of sweet and chaste. Save for briefly setting his teeth to an earlobe, breathing a light laugh there.]
Do you wanna take care of me somewhere a little more private? [Because it's definitely an option on the table.] Don't normally do this with strangers. [Not normally. Sometimes with targets. Which the king is not. Surely. He can recognize this stunning partner of his is royalty, that he's someone he can put trust in with his whole self, but still: a stranger he's only just met, who knew Clint's name without ever bothering to introduce himself.
Things that would bother him on a normal day, but clearly there's no such thing as normal right now.] Or do you have some royal duties to attend to that you can't slip away for a while? Could stay right here, with you. Be real good for you. [Because he also knows that this whole situation, this whole party, has had him kind of freaking out a little, and this is the best he's felt, by his king's side. He can stay right here. Feel good. Make someone else feel good, too.] I like your fingers in my hair. [A dreamy little murmur. He likes being pet, so sue him.]
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My royal duties can wait. I want to take care of you in private all day.
[ It's almost like a command, and it might as well be, given how his charm increases a notch higher, making sure he has Clint in his grasp and no one else's. Making certain that all this man will ever think about while he's with him are butterflies fluttering about from flower to flower as he maps out Clint's naked skin, every ridge, every curve, familiarizing himself with every scar, every dip. ] Enjoy you in every possible way in my chambers. Weave my fingers in your hair as much as I want.
[ Those fingers tug and soothe as Narciso presses more kisses on Clint's cheek. His lips tug up into a smirk. ] I know you will be good. As a reward, I will allow you to kiss your King as much as you want. Would you like that?
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He'll be so good.
There's probably a point at which the charm overrides personality completely. Some point where he simply turns into a mindless sycophant, or little more than a reactive body with no active thought attached. Implanted thoughts of bubbling springs and flitting butterflies might get close--Clint's thoughts are solely and entirely on the radiant being before him and everything they could get up to. But would he still be Clint without a few smart comments along the way? Their bodies might be pressed close, but he pulls his head back far enough to look his radiance in the face, a lopsided grin tugging at his mouth.]
My reward is to be allowed to do what I was planning on doing all along anyway? [It isn't sarcastic or mean-spirited. It's playful, bubbles a low laugh out of him as he leans back in to aim for a proper kiss on a proper mouth.] How very generous of you.
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He grins his body slowly against Clint, a promise of what's to come next for them in a bit. After he receives that kiss with a warm smile, he chuckles, going in for another kiss, maybe two. ]
My subjects do say I'm a very generous king. [ He remarks playfully, as one hand holding Clint travels down his back, fingers inserting themselves inside his shirt to caress bare skin. ]
Come now, let us not waste any more precious time. [ As if fae don't have all the time in the world. ] Your reward awaits. [ With a sly grin, Narciso leans in once more to capture Clint's lips in a more heated kiss, this time even longer than the previous ones. Because, this time, he subtly plants a seed within this Adopted, a seed that, as soon as it sprouts, will make this man feel such intense pleasure with Narciso that he will keep coming back for more (which is up to player discretion how long the effects will last and if they want it handwaved or played out via the NPC requests page.)
Narciso has been so delighted with this mortal's reciprocation that he will be true to his promise and usher him back to his chambers after the kiss. So he can fully show Clint just how amazing of a lover his King truly is all day long. ]