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"It is a bit rude to send Shrykos away without letting me give her a gift," Anders said with a soft teasing tone. He knew the reason why she left so soon after all. Set aside on the rugged table was a parcel for them both; things edible and shiny inside. It was tokens of his affection, ones that he gave freely with no words attached. "However--" the prince took the last sip of this pour of wine before setting it down. Taking the two strides to close the gap between them, he used his now free hands to wrap the boy into his arms and steal a kiss. Soft, sweet, loving. It lasted just a few seconds before he pulled away to whisper against his lips, "hello, you."

Travelling across the known continent was easier for Greyson than most - flying on dragon-back meant a journey that would take weeks he could make in a matter of hours or days. Whenever he received word to meet, the rider was always quick to answer.

Arriving at the familiar structure in what felt like the middle of nowhere, he dismounted from Shrykos in quick fluid motions, running a hand across her blue scales in thanks before feeling the power of her ascent back into the sky. Hair still windswept, Greyson made his way into the abandoned building, dropping his pack at the door. "Starting without me? Seems kind of rude, even for you." He teased, amethyst eyes catching sight of Anders, wine in hand - not that Greyson expected anything else.

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A shimmer of light like water rippling fell over his skin as he shifted from the face he wore to sneak into this abandon house into his real one. From old and crippled to young and handsome, Anders now wore his real face as he waited for the one he was to meet here to arrive. This small abandoned house just outside of his kingdom's border was his, bought with a fake name and the place he kept for this sole purpose; to meet Greyson. It was their place they could feel safe, alone and do whatever they pleased. As Anders waited he reached for the bottle of wine he had stored under a loose floorboard and poured himself a glass to pass the time. The place may not be the cleanest or fanciest but no one would look twice at the building and that was why it was perfect to hide in.

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"oh will you play nice?" kit asked playfully from the spot in the sun that they had been lying out while solomon was doing whatever it was he was doing. yes, kit could help, but this was not their area of expertise. besides they had spent most of the night before helping a lady in waiting in the castle deliver her first child. no midwives were free and kit was one that not only never said no to someone in need but also loved babies. tucking a stray curl behind their ear, kit sits up and reaches for an apple they have in their pack before stretching out as a cat might do in the sun. "i am sure this fine gentleman is here to help and was about to ask how he can do so." not that kit would actually know, they were just guessing and trying to rile up the prince like they tended to do. after all kit needed to find some kind of fun during long boring days like this.

another soft yawn escaped them and kit stood while reaching back into that healer's pack for a knife this time. taking it to the apple they cut it into several pieces before handing a few to solomon. "eat. you have been at this all morning and i refuse to lose another sleepless night because of your stubbornness."

◇ location; the docks of ritrinc.

　　one by one, heavy crates were unloaded from the most recent arrival to the kingdom. promise, was the name of the merchant vessel, and solomon was there to make sure all the incoming imports were accounted for. while that would usually be a task pertinent to the master of ships, the prince had been the one who had overlooked the most recent trade agreements with one of their neighbours, with terms he had proposed in the first place — all this, much to his father's hesitance. but solomon's ultimate success spoke for itself, the young man writing it all down on his book as he inspected one crate after another. 　　his attention was taken away from his notes as soon as he noticed someone roaming by. chin tilted up as he called them above the noise of the sailors around them. "you might want to step aside, you are on the way of the crew." his hand then motioning towards a couple of men, carrying another crate and just about to push the man to the side. and judging by the clothes, said man was no sailor.

　　"may i question what business brings you here?"

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jacob anderson, homosexual, cismale + he/him → isn’t that styrr morningstar? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of lysain. i hear they’re 34, but they’re also a seer. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a prince. they seem to be out spoken & intelligent, but also deceitful & only cares about himself. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include a tongue as wicked as the poisons his land is known for, always being one step ahead as if he can see into the future, a smile that is as sharp as a basilisk's tongue.

Prince - while he is prince of lysain he is not the crown prince and has no desire to actual rule. he tends to like using his title to get what he wants and party and does so often. honestly he would be very happy to be a trophy husband to someone (aka a crown prince of another kingdom) if it meant he can continue his lifestyle

Seer - most seers tend to keep their abilities to themselves, sytrr does not. he is proud and open about what he can do and often brings it up in conversation or uses it to get what he wants. is not a believer of that the future is set in stone and uses what he can see to often try to change things to be in his favor

is close friends with the assassin boy from his kingdom (altair) and has uses his talents a few times to, again, get what he wants or rid of someone in his way.

sytrr is a selfish man who doesnt even try to deny it but also has a heart of gold buried deep deep deep deep down inside. he likes long walks in the sand and a white wine on a hot day.

he is open to all connections and i would love perhaps an arranged marriage kind of thing for him if anyone is interested.

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hale appleman, pansexual, cismale + he/him → isn’t that anders malikov? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of chasque. i hear they’re 36, but they’re also a changling. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a bastard prince. they seem to be cunning & dramatic, but also self absorbed & reserved when it comes to feelings/emotions . if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include the smell of old pages and ink, darkness that seems to follow him where ever he goes, the shine of gems that hang off of his clothing, a soul that wants to shine bright but is covered in darkness and the secret he carries inside of him.

Prince - while he is the prince of chasque, he is not the king's blood son. His mother is the queen but he is the result of a secret affair. The only one who knows this is Anders and his mother. The king has no idea.

Knows who is real father is and is being blackmailed by the man to give him whatever he wants so that the real secret of who Anders is will remain hidden. Afraid of losing his title and home that he has known all his life, Anders has given in to this blackmail.

Changling - His most proud part of himself, loving the way he can shift and change faces with ease. He uses it mostly for fun/personal enjoyment or if his real father needs him for things.

Gets his darkness magic from his mother's side and it isn't as strong as some of the others in the chasque kingdom due to his heritage. One real he leans so heavily on the changling abilities he does have.

Is currently fucking falling in love with a dragon rider but is open to all connections including others he flirts/fucks with.

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joseph quinn, bisexual, nonbinary + they/them/he/him → isn’t that kit? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of ritrinc. i hear they’re 30, but they’re also a half-elf. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a healer. they seem to be positive & friendly, but also too trusting & have a weak attention span. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include dirt under their fingernails, moss in their iris, henna tattoos that cover/linger their arms of flowers and various plants, shedded snake skin.

Half Elf - his eyes have a mossy look to him and he has elf shaped ears he hides behind his long hair

Healer - puts others before himself, knew at a young age he wanted to be a healer

Has a pet emerald green snake that is always wrapped around him almost as if it is an emotional support animal

Super friendly and quick to trusting which often gets him into trouble

Has no family, grew up an orphan and had to fight his way to prove/become a healer in the ritrinc lands.

Open to all connections. Uses they/them/he/him pronouns.

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"some of us have actual jobs, paric," styrr said but the words held no weight in them. most of the time the prince was using his title to get what he wanted or to do what he wanted. he had no real desire to rule one day, though if the option ever came up he wouldn't say no... "i could argue that you are not doing your job then since you say i am not being a party animal. is that or is that not your job at these things?" now he was just being a smart ass.

could  be  having  more  fun?  that  statement  allowed  made  the  changeling  furrow  his  brows  a  bit  as  he  looked  around.  there  was  live  entertainment,  great  food,  amazing  drinks,  beautiful  decor,  and  even  more  than  that.  what  could  have  made  it  better?  nothing.  maybe  more  sex,  but  whatever.  “i'm  happy  that  you  came  to  your  senses.”  a  small  grin  formed  on  his  face,  emptying  the  chalice  in  his  head  from  its  contents.  paric  placed  it  on  the  table  and  then  looked  over  at  prince  styrr.  “i  am  happy.  i  would  be  happier  if  i  see  you  finally  letting  your  hair  down  though.  where's  that  wild  party  animal  i  grew  up  with?” 

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as soon as master of revels began to speak it took less than ten seconds before styrr was scoffing and rolling his eyes. playful of course, after all he knew paric fairy well after all these years and the parties that this one tended to throw. "i could be having more fun..." the tone that escaped him was haughty with a bit of arrogance because even though the crown was not on his head tonight, the royal blood ran deep in styrr's veins. a sip of his own drink he let his eyes look around the room before he finally decided to confess-- "alright, you out did yourself with this one. are you happy now?"

location:  a  party,  any  party.  bonus  points  if  he's  the  one  throwing  it

there  should  be  a  world  record  for  how  fast  someone  can  get  a  drink  after  entering  a  party.  paric  only  thinks  so  because  he  thinks  that  he  would  win.  a  prize  is  always  a  good  thing,  no  matter  what  it  is  at  the  end  of  the  day.  a  charming  smile  forms  on  his  face  as  he  takes  a  sip.  “ahh”  he  lets  out  a  pleased  noise.  if  one  didn't  know  him,  they'd  think  that  he's  been  parched  for  weeks.  which  can  also  be  believable  since  he's  from  the  desert.  he  turns  over  to  his  newest  victim,  smiling  over  at  them.  “are  you  having  fun?  surely  this  party  can't  go  on  without  someone  being  bored.  i'm  here  to  make  sure  you  have  the  night  of  your  life.” 

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You are the reason I went through it

The only meaning as I knew it

I can only do my best

I do not do this for myself

I'd walk through Hell on living feet for you

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Jacob Anderson in Inside Interview with the Vampire Season 2.

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Penned by Tiny

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OSCAR ISAAC as Leto Atreides DUNE: PART ONE (dir. Denis Villeneuve)

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He was so used to being the one to love someone that he had a hard time accepting the love when it was given to him. Like now when Dane was on his knees for him saying pretty words and touching him like that under the skirt he was wearing. Part of him was shy, wanted to hide in a room just the two of them but also a part of him didn't want to wait anymore.

"I want you." His voice was still soft but he knew Dane would be able to hear it, lost in their own little bubble in the crowded room. "I want you to have me. I want to scream your name. I want to taste you, to feel you inside me until the only thing I can remember is your name." Reaching out with a hand steadier than he was feeling he brushed his fingers through Dane's hair, the love still shining in his eyes.

A soft inhale as he quickly thought it over before he decided that yes, he couldn't wait any longer. They had done their waiting... plus it wasn't like there wasn't anyone else fucking out in the open. "You may, but...can we keep the skirt on?" At least this way he could pretend no one else knew what they were doing."

Kit's love felt like years of darkness only to suddenly discover what the sun felt like on your skin as he tilted his head back to meet those eyes. He could see it in his eye, and he just wanted to bask in it, it was as addicting as the pleasure that surrounded them, that he could sense in various rooms around the mansion. Dane's familiar smirk danced on his face at that cute, adorable whisper from the other. It was tempting to remind the other that he would have happily stood in the middle of the room and declare his love for the other. Found the highest mountain or the deepest hole of hell and declared the very same thing.

Sex was far an easier thing than that. Instead, he was just going to brush his hand up, under the others skirt to tease along those bare legs. "I am very, very sure- I want you. I want to have you. I want you to scream my name. I want to taste you and fuck you till you are a mess of whimpers and I have no desire to wait." There was that confident tone that strikes out without a hint of wavering. He was sure that he wanted this as much he was sure that gravity would hold them all to the earth. His hand was confident as it moved up to tease along the others inner thighs, Dane's head tilting forward to tease his lips along the others stomach.

"May I?" He was asking about removing the skirt, opening it for any wandering eyes of the party. "I want to get lost in you."

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Something about the man was familiar to them but Evern didn't think too much of it. Perhaps it was the alcohol in their system talking so they shrugged the thought off and took a step closer to the masked man. "Oh trust me I have had plenty of fun tonight, I am just itching for more." Was it a bit desperate to bat their eyelashes all innocently, perhaps but that didn't stop them. "Which is where you come in, you can help me and I can help you." Taking a step closer, Evern placed a hand on the other man's chest not getting too close but close enough to purr, "all you have to do is say the word and we can get out of here."

Parties and fancy balls had never really been the places Sol ventured across the centuries. He'd been to many feasts during his gladiator days, the prized possession of his master to flaunt amongst the rich and powerful. He'd enjoyed those days, because even if he'd been akin to a well bred hound, he'd reaped the benefits, good wine, food and sex. But as society turned from that into the prim and proper of the elite - the kitsune's interest had waned.

Still, this ball had some of the qualities he'd previously enjoyed. The scent of sex and alcohol heavy in the air, sounds of debauchery all around. It brought a flicker of memory to the fox. For now, thoughts of his contracts were at the back of his mind, instead a drink in hand, waiting for a different kind of prey. And it came to him as it so easily did. "Bored? At a party like this? Are you really trying hard enough." He smirked, electric blue eyes peering out from behind his kitsune mask.

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normally people made him nervous especially if he hadn't been around them before or much at all. yet as he listened to the other ramble and explain about the food, carver found himself smiling. it was a soft one but it was still a smile. "you like sugar?" carver supposed he had a bit of a sweet tooth like anyone else but never went crazy for it. it was almost fascinating to watch this other dive in like they needed it to live. made him a bit remorseful, longing to be something/someone else.

another thing he was working on with his therapist.

"no, this... this is fine," another soft smile and he reached to grab one of the blueberries and popped it into his mouth. one of his favorite fruits. he didn't need much food anyway so if he was being offered to help this man eat the rest of his plate he would take it. if there were any finger foods left later he could take it up to his room like planned. for now he was enjoying the other's company. "i am carver by the way... thank you."

"is it good." thomas repeated with a soft, amused chuckle of disbelief. "is it good? this is my third plate so i think it's safe to say it's pretty good." calling it a plate was being a bit generous. the familiar had some much food huddled and hoarded together on his dish that he could have spread it out on one of the large trays they were carrying drinks around on and still had a layer or two of food.

"here," reaching out, he nudged the edge of his collection closer to the center of the counter he was leaning against to offer some to the newcomer. "try it for yourself." while there was a considerable amount of fruits piled together-- bananas, strawberries, blueberries-- it quickly became clear that there was nothing but sweets on thomas's plate; even the fruit was drizzled with various dark, milk, and white chocolates. cupcakes, petit fours, cookies, pastries, were stacked high and he had every intention of eating all of it.

"sorry," he chuckled as he realized that his plate was lacking of any real substance; it was all sugar, upon sugar, upon sugar. "i get a bit of a sweet tooth when i'm drinking. or after a nap. or after i go for a run, or work out. or in the afternoons; and mornings; and most nights... yeah," thomas nodded with a smile. "i guess i just have a bit of a sweet tooth."

"i can go grab you something, though, if you want actual food. they have this really good little finger sandwiches and a few charcuterie boards floating around... or you're more than welcome to help me tackle all of this."

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Whatever Kit had expected with his little moment of confidence, this wasn't it. It was almost dizzy how soft and affectionate Dane was bing after so many years apart. Really Kit hadn't been around anyone this way since Spencer and maybe part of him was expecting the rougher side of Dane with these little reunions. He did love the way the other could throw him around and use him like he needed but having these kisses, it was addicting and he could feel himself becoming an addict once again. Though did he ever really stop? Those kisses travled his neck and chest leaving him a shivering mess when he felt Dane fall to his knees in front of him. Not realizing he had closed his eyes, he snapped them open with a soft gasp, eyes wide at the sight. For a second he forgot they were in public, in the middle of a fucking ball because all he could focus on were those bright blue eyes staring back at him full of affection.

"I do," his voice was breathless as he stared back at him, love full of his own slitted eyes. He was never one to hide his feelings wanting everyone he loved to know just how much he loved them. "I do but--" he glanced around breaking the little bubble they had been in as if he realized where they were again. "We are in public, Dane.. are you sure?" The last three words were a whisper.

If they had been smart, there might have been a way for all of them to have been together back then but Dane had been blinded by hurt and loss to see a road forward at the time. Dane's cocky smirk didn't fade as the other turned in his arms and his hands instead moved to tease down that bare back for the moment, pressing Kit nice and close as those lips found his. There was no hesitation as he kissed back, his lips hungry for the other even in that far too quick kiss. He wanted to chase it- to drink the other in again. "On my knees. Drinking in you in, making you sing that sweet song of moans I know you give so well-..." He teased back against those lips. Even if had had just called himself Daddy to kit, it was a whole other ball game to hear the Kit say it himself and it caused his cock to ache and his grip to tighten on the shorter boy. No one caused such a spike of desire in him like Kit. No one ever could.

There's a little smirk at those words before he tilted the others head up with a strong hand commanding hand to steal another kiss- a deeper one this time. The sort that he could get lost in, like a cup overflowing with his passion for the other. A kiss to remind Kit that he was fucking his and this was a reminder of that simple face. His teeth nipped at the others bottom lip as he pulled away before the incubus simply lowered his head to tase those very same lips down Kit's neck, nipping and teasing at the skin before he moved down that bare chest- making sure to kiss around that large snake as he lowered himself further and further down onto his knees, there was a rather notable kiss to that D tattooed over the Gorgans hard in a soft, quick moment of intimate before those lips moved on.

Soon enough Dane was on his knees in front of the other and a hand was teasing down along the hem of that skirt again. After a moment his head tilted back and he gazed up at Kit because-...well, it was clear that Dane would be more than happy to go ahead with his promised words right here in the middle of the party but Kit might have a different feeling on the matter.

"This what you want, Princess?" He teased- light and playful, just as pleasure drunk as he'd been all night.