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Goooood eveninnnnn, nap successful.

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work fin but imma grab a quick nap. o/ see u in a hot min.

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Oh… oh shit. Javed blinked upon the face of confusion and felt his heart drop for her. Much like himself, stolen from his village, taken to a tower and forced to reach until his eyes bled and knowledge became his nightmare… He felt kinship rather quickly in his mind's fantasy of a matching circumstance but when she spoke of them having received tomes, a place to go and fashion critique, he did laugh out loud in surprise. "Oh wow… that's, uh… " Yeah that's something. As he stared over his work and rose a hand to his worn features to stroke a days' growth of stubble and then through unkempt rose-red hair, he took a moment to think it over.

"I don't know if you know but when a higher class offers a lower class their tomes, it's usually automatically announcing you're a student of theirs." His finger came to his cheek, scratching lightly. "It's part of the whole, magic students' thing." Javed wasn't blind either, he could sense just how powerful those papers were from where he sat in the middle of several magic books, usually it would be blotted out but to think she had something so valuable in the open… Then again, he was sure they were enchanted the moment she touched them to bind them to her. Another secret known-unknown amongst the communities.

"And he's right about your clothes, to have spontaneous fire and cotton isn't the best mix for a newbie." Many piles of ashen garments were the bane of all fire practitioners. "I'm Javed, by the by… looks like you've been thrown into the deep end too, huh?"

she startles at the voice, eyes of softest pink widening as she looks to other so sneakily approaching. (he has not, just so wrapped up in her own thoughts she failed to consider her surroundings.) a smile at the encouragement, for she is nothing if not spiteful, a failing her mother despairs over near every day, but she gives pause at what comes next.

"master?" a single word should not be able to convey so much confusion but arachne has always been highly expressive. "i don't- i set my curtains on fire an' had some weird dreams and then there was a guy at my front door tellin' me i was a witch like a badly casted harry potter porno..." the guy, witch, dahlia, certainly looked the part at least, as revealing as his robes had been. "he's not my master right? 'cause all he did was give me 2 books, an address which sounds made-up, an' told me i needed to upgrade my fashion sense."

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Gestures he's learned since being around humans, what do you do Pat? @caemthe

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g'mooornin

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work tomorrow, gunna work from home again cuz I wanna. /dabs/ i will catch y'all tomorrow!

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Humoured, he glances upon his knuckle as it is cleaned and resealed with blood reverted from its leak. A blink of habit - the shiver that touches down his spine makes him smile as their mana invades and searches for little more hurts. An aching joint of the shoulder, maybe an aching ankle but other than that, Damian withheld nothing from those searching wisps. "I've learnt my lesson in hiding hurts, y'know... besides you got them all, Nara." The apple was plucked from his bundle at that, reaching out to place it instead into their hand that was lazily hanging from the hammock. Instead of climbing inside first, Damian moved to bowl the fruits in his grasp and remove his soiled garments. Redressing after wiping down his skin with rag and fresh water.

Once he was in better shape, he removed his sword and returned to Nara's comfort, easing himself into the thing and tangling their legs with a sigh of his own relaxed state rolled over him. "Your trees are gossips, I forget every time… though, you should work on a physical barrier to stop those mutated things coming in here. Should I build some traps to go outside them?" A thought spoken out loud as he tucks a hand behind his head and runs the other over Nara's ankle and shin in light caresses.

the trees whisper of violence, but there's no blood scent radiating from the one he cares about so he pays it little mind. there is always violence somewhere, and he's aware it follows damian around like an eager puppy. so long as his favourite stays unharmed, nara feels little need to step in, sure in damian's capabilities and comfortable in his own new found laziness.

at his name, gold eye cracks open and with sluggish hand he reaches out to absentmindedly heal the small cut. "the trees told me you were coming and it's rude to sleep when honoured guests arrive." awake he might be, but moving he is not, save to make space for damian to join him. "you are injured nowhere else? i can't smell it, but you grow craftier day by day."

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He knows he shouldn't eavesdrop on others struggles but when he found himself feeling at kin with someone complaining of learning without being taught how to understand things, he felt that in his heart. Deeply. Truly, without a shed of a doubt that she's been given a task that's just bloody impossible in the standards of human. His own Master was of such a person, he felt his years of frustration returning from his own hardships. Biting at his lip and clenching a fist even as he nodded to her words.

"Hang on in there, fellow magic user." A praise in the silent room, enough to be unheard but also heard if they wished to converse, but he was mostly rooting for her with teary eyes of understanding and even a thumbs up in their direction. His own tome was of three volumes and his paperwork was shoulder-high in copying circles for his work later today but the dark-under eye means nothing in comradery at this moment. "Learn it in spite so you can stick your middle finger up at your Master." His own tales of victory over Vuir, but they didn't need to know that, though it was written on his face.

"clear your mind and focus," mocking tone of voice is whispered down into the page, ring bedecked fingers catching the light as obscene gesture follows. "focus on fuckin' what, my dwindlin' will to live?" arachne hisses, her lack of progress making her snappish. none of the books she's found make any sense, and she knows the guy from before offered to teach her but he was giving off 'i'm going to lock you in my basement and make clothes out of your skin' vibes and she's far too young to die.

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Lessons were for classrooms, as he runs through roots and ducks under low branches, he snags apple from a passing orchard and leaps with ease over freshwater lakes. Teeth bite through fruit, nearly his tongue as he takes an eased leap over a hill and rolls through yellow grasses to finally come to a stop at the edge of Nara's rule, fingers swift of grasping his blade and swinging upon a monster that radiates murderous intent in return. A swift removal of their limbs, cutting roars short with decapitation and ridding of their blood with a jerk of his sword before placing it within his hip's sheath. Apple core consumed and knees fold to allow hands to dig into carcass to remove crystal cores, purple and mutated but something he was more fond of.

Pieces of home.

Crushed in his palm and the energy absorbed through his veins that lick purple flames to his heart and core. A soft inhale then the next followed suit. As he stood back up and watched the bodies turn to ash and then nothing as all mutated things did from his world, Damian glanced over his hands and shook off the blood before turning on his heel to return to Nara's home. Semi-clean, his clothing was stained, but he wore black so it didn't show that much in his eyes, but he was unharmed! Minus a small cut on his knuckle but that was nothing as he greets Nara with a bounty of more apples taken from that tree on his return. "You asleep, Nara?"

"the knight is on the move again." nara mumbles, rocking lazily back and forth in vine woven hammock. "let's hope he has learned his lesson this time. it's so very exhausting to heal through the barriers."

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"A cu-sith?" Blood on the grass was contaminated of course, but it didn't stop the dark elf from digging the earth with long nails and tucking the soiled green into a glass jar that he just so happened to carry in his fungi covered robes. Usually a beast that stuck to the ever-growing undergrowth and shadowy depths of humid woodlands and root swamps, he was rather out of his element in such open spaces that sang of Spring Court's touch compared to his own Autumn Court. A step closer and the apothecary elf hummed at the sight of bones and agony upon their features.

He needn't crouch, instead, from under the darkness of his damp garments, a hand extended with far too many joints to dust the creature's nose with a plant's spore. "Hush now, cu-sith - rest. You are in good hands." A soft agent of numbing powder, fresh from the source… to aid in its recovery and allow it to sleep under the mending hands of the Spring Court Fae before him. The retreat of the multijoint arm was enough for Uthorim's help, but he did linger - to watch the surroundings as multi-ears twitch and flex to the slightest noise now that the canine was no longer whining so loudly.

"How did this happen, I do wonder… I sense no mortal or scent steel with his blood in the yonder?" Unrest in the fae? Not too uncommon but to gore another like this was rather unsettling without death to follow through.

wings flutter as branches snap behind him but viper continues to focus on creature suffering before him. a wild thing, cu-sith whining high and harmed as fae coos words of comfort. claw tipped hands dance over green tinted fur, as though playing invisible instrument atop exposed rib cage.

"hush sweet hound, a moment longer and you'll be as good as new." spring flows from wisteria coloured fingers, the glowing spark of freshly rising sun, still too weak to warm the earth but enough to coax and cajole. "a breath and a blink and you'll be barking once more, my darling terror beast."

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A shimmer of light and light footsteps through the grass was rather ominous he knew, but he had a reason as his gaze looked out for something to shine in the candlelight he held up. A missing piece, oh so sweetly prayed for by a small offspring of a house nearby. Ears flicker and gaze sharp, he slows to a stop upon his treasure but in the hands of someone else. "Ah, dear - you wouldn't wish to trade for that, would you? I have a hopeful wish maker to fulfil." A demon working for a mortal on its own whim? Of course, he had no strife with them, but this being may cause harm with simply taking it away.

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Gestures he's learned since being around humans, what do you do Pat? @caemthe

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"Trade with me for that stone you've got..." He's ready to sell his house for it if the push came to shove.

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She's just going to gently hold out her hand, palm up and slightly cupped... Open invitation.

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i don’t drop threads i just draft them and do them like two months later

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Tia's openness to sex and self-love is off the charts in acceptance. She couldn't exactly say when her mind was so open to the idea of it all being so much more fun to be free in such pleasures of the flesh, but she does reckon it comes from the lengthy life of her species and seeing how limited it can be at times for short-life span creatures are. She understands true love, she praises it also, but she also sees it as a limitation if it's done so - so early in their lives. She wouldn't say be the town's bicycle before settling down so you don't miss out on life, but to have a partner and a family settled, go out and seek more with them at your hip. Adventure and time outside the house would be more fun in her eyes… Then again, it isn't for everyone. She loves the diversity of the world, but she really does find it hard to like those that claim her free-love to be a sinful act of debauchery and lies to a religious god she cares not for.

Dryads are of the earth, roots that reach far and wide, who sings travel eons and leaves and seeds in abundance to make more and more forests like their own in places long reached for.

To have many bed partners is to face a different direction in the sun. A moment of passion, to share laughter and joy, to learn of the body and soul of two creatures bonding through attraction and instinct to take on their seed or just the pleasures of their talents learned throughout their lives. Tia is a woman who will hold any figure that seeks her body and she would theirs. To teach and learn, to cherish and indulge sensual wants and needs for a night or a week of passionate lust.

She returns what she's offered when the time arises, but worry not, she doesn't seek it every hour of every day, as fun as it is. She is an Adventurer above everything and her interests of summoning familiars is greater than keeping a bun in the oven.

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Since he's been on his own fully now, Claude's slowly got back into the idea of having his own me time. Looking at himself in the mirror and seeing his body for what it is at this age, would usually put him in a place of darkness and dread of ageing more and becoming lesser and lesser of what he remembers himself being in his youth… yet, over the time of healing, he's learned to love what he is becoming.

Self-love, self pleasure were slowly relearned over the last year, give or take. Sensitivity in his skin was less, but it wasn't long to almost 'retrain' his body into liking it. It could be seen as a little funny, an old man relearning how to stroke his dick or to play with his chest, thighs and earlobes, but when his body reacts to it well. It's hard not to see the interest in finding out more about himself.

Claude's slowly got back into the era of collecting sex toys to aid in his re-discovery of himself. Vibrators are on top of his list, he has several kinds, be it in ring form to help with keeping an erection, bullets for nipple stimulation and/or dildo shapes to tease himself on the length of his erection. He hasn't got to anal play again yet, but it's on his list to relearn, enemas are a must, and he needs to brave himself to such levels of pleasure again but at the moment… He is really loving how it makes him feel, knowing his body all over again since he's ignored it for so long.