![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelinged) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
pixieledmemes2025-03-15 08:32 am
Test Drive Meme #2
Welcome to the Pixie Led Test Drive Meme!
The prompts will always be game canon, provided both characters who participate in a thread are either already in the game, or get accepted in the next application round.
You do not need an invitation to join the Test Drive Meme, it's open for anyone!
Please indicate character name and canon in the subject line of your top-level. For current characters, you may also indicate your character's court.
For prospective players, Invites open on the 18th, Reserves on the 20th, and Applications on the 22nd. Thanks for checking us out and we hope you'll join us!
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.
no subject
What...
[This stirring in his heart would be easier to give in to if he still could believe this was a dream. But, then again, those types of dreams were blurs to him; a pastiche of former lovers, Jesminda's teasing laughter, and sometimes embarrassingly mixed in with aspects of his High Lord. What stands before him now is another creature entirely. And he doesn't even know its name. He blinks.]
I- If I may- ask-
[There's no hiding the shake in his voice. He throws up what he can of his mental shields (though not much is left of them with the curse in effect), frantically pushes out any presence in his mind.]
[The king steps closer. Lucien steps back.]
What manner of faerie are you, your grace?
[But the magic does not work like a Daemati's; it comes from without and not within. It doesn't need to break Lucien's shield, and simply starts to seep back in like honey through cheese cloth.]
no subject
[ Narciso answers in a melodic tone. It's the only answer that matters and the only response Lucien will get from him, as the charm further intensifies into a startling level. More images of springtime laced with desire and arousal fill the other's consciousness, seeping faster into his mental shield like a wave.
He takes another step forward, hand reaching out to brush his knuckles against the other's cheek affectionately. This time, he even leans in, voice soft and a mere gentle murmur. The bread in his other hand has been totally forgotten and has seemingly vanished back to his plate. ]
How about you, Lucien? What are you? [ A sly curve of his lips. ] I can sense great power emanating from you.
cw for freeze/fawn response
[Some creatures lash out and some try to flee when they realize they're cornered. But Lucien is one of those creatures who simply... freeze. The armrest of the decorated chair creases the back of his thigh, and his breath is shallow, his heart pounding. His mouth goes dry and his eyes can't help but drop to the king's lips. A tiny voice inside him demands: Perform! Perform! Perform to survive! and truth spills out of his mouth before he can stop it.]
I am a High Fae of the Autumn Court. My fealty is sworn to Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court.
[Tamlin, long blond hair and piercing green eyes, the forced hand behind the slashes still splitting open Lucien's back. His closest friend. His sworn protector. Lucien should be ashamed of how his mind wanders back to the male while his body thrums with desire. Scattered memories mixing with fantasy, claws raking his sides, fangs clamping down on the back of his neck. His hand raises up to clasp Narciso's wrist, but can't bring himself to push it away]
[The gentleness in the king's touch is so different from what he gets, what he even wants from Tamlin. It's enough to break Lucien's heart.]
Not... This Spring Court. [He doesn't even know the king's name! Fear and arousal are a heady, intoxicating mix. His other hand trembles so hard he nearly drops the rose]
... Not you, [He turns his head and presses a kiss to the heel of the king's palm, flicking his eyes up seductively.]
-But... [But! But!]
no subject
[ Narciso asks innocently, a little lilt of his voice apparent when he asks. His beautiful features remain resplendent as his smile brightens. His knuckles continue to brush against Lucien, this time becoming more and more seductively, as his hand finally cups his face, fingers caressing soft skin. ]
Surely, if you have sworn fealty to one, another should not be that bizarre.
[ Taking another step forward, the hand cupping Lucien's cheek sneaks its way to his nape, fingers weaving through his hair, and holding his head in place as Narciso brushes his lips against the shell of his ear when he whispers, ]
Especially when I'm the ruler of it. [ Pulling Lucien closer, Narciso's other hand drapes down the other's back. Enhancing his charm once more into an even more frightening level, he murmurs again, ] Will you swear fealty to me, as well?
no subject
If our courts come into conflict- and they are in conflict, if you've t-taken me- [He stammers and loses his train of thought as his ear twitches under the king's lips. Lucien has to admit that he wants to give in, to agree but...]
What w-would you have of me? A truth or a lie?
[His voice is desperate, strained. Narciso can feel the swollen lines of the slashes across Lucien's back through his shirt, and even though his touch is soft, the high fae's body instantly reacts and he lets out a whimper. Just like that, the last of his will finally breaks. He nuzzles into the man's neck, breathing deep the scent of flowers.]
I'll give you the truth if you ask... [he'll give the King almost anything he asks for] but i think you'll like the lie more.
no subject
As soon as Lucien nuzzles against his neck, finally crumbling to his charm, Narciso's smile broadens as he all but cradles the other in his arms like a lover. ]
You can give me anything you want, my dear Lucien. Tell me anything you desire. Tell me about you.
no subject
[Later, Lucien will be horrified and confused at this display. But here, now, eyes half-lidded and brain all foggy, he nudges his nose into the leaves and flowers of the dryad's cape. Are they part of his body like the rose from his hand? He tips his head, sweeping his hair to one side in a fluid motion to give the Fae better access to his neck while he rests his cheek on the king's shoulder, delicately ghosting his lips on the petals nearest to him, curious and soft.]
Very well.... My last time was on Calanmai. [A springtime fertility festival in his realm. There's no shame in the murmured admission, only tender intimacy of it.] Not this past year, but the one before. Nearly two years ago.
Will you give me a name to call you in return?
no subject
Narciso, ruler of the Spring Court, King of all Faerie.
[ It's said as a soft murmur into Lucien's ear, followed by a gentle bite to his earlobe. Tentatively, he draws out his tongue to lick the shell of it, before lips continue to ghost supple skin. ]
I suppose if that is how long ago your last time was, we should remedy that, hm? [ A pause, as hands travel down the Lucien's back. ] Would you agree?
no subject
[The flowers and meadows of the visions in his head are perfect, and yet Lucien knows the other side of spring too- the torrential storms that wreck the first dandelions, the brutality of chicks vying for the most food from their parents, and the hunt those parents embarked on to feed them. A part of him needs it, craves it, the wild and the chaos. Maybe that's what makes him say it, despite all the warning bells ringing in the back of his mind, so easy to ignore in the lull of Narciso's charm.]
I think I will give you just about anything you ask of me, Your Majesty... [the offer of an open promise, dangerous and terrible and thrilling.]
If you'll bite me again.