#.this is specifically about iomhar

[sansloii]

i exist for one thing and one thing only.

to be a filthy enabler. and i have never pretended to be anything different

[arcxnumvitae]

"It is not as if I intentionally plan to sleep with people who have children!"

"No, that's just what always happens."

"I suppose when your parameters are 'everyone,' parents would naturally also fall within them."

"I think it is on purpose!"

Now she's wondering...

She's far too afraid to ask.

[soulsxng]

"..."

"...I wouldn't concern yourself. It is likely that they were nothing to brag about."

"But you were! And still are! Which is why he has to...explicitly...shout your endeavors...to the masses...?"

"Thank you for the reassurance, but that is not what I was concerned about. When he speaks about me in that manner, it is half bragging on his behalf, and half on mine...perhaps more than half on mine, now that I think about it. But I digress. I was trying to determine how much of his silence is because some part of him knows that if he were to broadcast specifics, he would likely have over half the gentry-- Council or no-- would likely be looking to maim him in some manner or another."

"...Which gives me a headache, as I again wonder just how exactly Iomhar has made it to the age he has. With how much trouble he has inadvertently gotten himself into with his antics over the years, it was by nothing less than a miracle some days, I would imagine. The hidden intervention of Ippuru and Sayek themselves. Something to that effect."

[bottleofbabes]

Like a moth to a flame the fae’s eyes caught and lingered on the beautiful visage of the person entering a nearby building. Without even thought his feet were already moving to follow them in his eagerness to, what else, spare a few words about the depths of their beauty.

Cool air washed over the man when he set foot past the threshold, and while he hadn’t paid any attention to what type of building it was that the person had entered, it became abundantly clear the moment he was greeted by rows upon rows of books. A library then. Luckily, the other had not gone too far in the time it took for Iomhar to catch up to them, an arm resting against a nearby shelf as he shot a charming smile at them.

Indeed, a beauty.

“When I saw you from afar I simply could not rest until I told you how completely captivating you look.”

@arcxnumvitae

It was a scorcher so late in the day and the walk to the library was dreadful at best. Oh, how he hates the heat. So intrusive it was, what with sweating (only a little) and the fact that he had to walk this far to this specific library for only they had the tome he sought.

There was a spell he had been dying to get his hands on, one written and successfully woven for the first time by a renowned witch hundreds years ago. Yes, such a spell could make one's hair rich and strong and make for the most lustrous mane in all the land! Rahim had to have it and there was not a single person who could stop him. Besides, there were other cosmetic spells to be learned from the same edition as well and he might as well make use of any tool that would add to his already beautiful physique.

Crisp air blowing from the AC welcomes him as he steps inside, ponytail swishing behind him as he makes a beeline for the counter to request the dusty old book, or at least directions toward where he could find it. Alas, the copy was in the back and inaccessible to the public. Though Rahim makes quick work of such an obstacle with a flick of his silver tongue. Now to wait while the librarian located the book.

Rahim turns his attention to a shelf near the front to kill some time while he waited. However, his focus was broken when he felt a presence close to him. Such energy... It was unlike any he had ever felt and it was so large and... warm?

Rahim levels the stranger with an icy stare, though it cracks just slightly as he was complimented so generously. He rather likes men who start off that way.

"Is that so? Do you follow every beauty you see into unfamiliar buildings? How reckless." he smirks, turning his gaze back down to the book he was reading.

[arcxnumvitae]

M.on,.s.ter//f..u///c/ker muses apparently, a very informal list that is subject to change

Etienne

Mhoirbheinn, but about Bal specifically

Daileas

Iomhar but is it really m///onsterf///ucking if he'd sleep with anything?

Probably Eilidh

I'm sure Ruaidhri wouldn't say no

Zhaohui

I'm squinting at Huaxiu

I'm squinting at Aur too

Definitely Kareena

Zhifeng? Maybe? Who knows

[soulsxng]

"...First of all, I would know who you are, and where you are from. Why you were in Vasyri at the time of the attack, as well. Once that is out of the way, you may share with me whatever it was you requested my presence for."

When Sivel had first entered the room, the being laid in bed looked surprised to see him. Relieved, it seemed, though confused as to why he was there.

It took a bit of time to explain who he was, but once that had been done, he was met with a laugh. A quip about how of all people to be saved by, it was the one that she had been trying to find in the first place. Which had left the pair here.

"My name is Sahrin, Your Majesty-- or should I address you as Luminary?" The ruler's head shakes, and he waves a hand as if to say that he had no preference either way, so she continues on. "Then, I'll just call you by your name...it's less nerve wracking, that way. My name is Sahrin. It's a pleasure to officially meet you, Sivel. I'm a nephilim, originally from the Zental Port in Gaea, the mortal realm, and like I said before, I came here to find you. To warn you, more specifically...though I feel like I was a little late with that..."

"Originally from Zental Port?"

"Mmhm. I was abducted from there some time ago, by a group that called themselves Ma'ilach. We were held somewhere just outside of Wilacri. Recently, I managed to get away, but...I heard a lot of things during my time there. Plans that they were making."

Ma'ilach (Or, 'Dragon's Eye', as it could be roughly translated to from Wilacrian) was a well known, and long standing group that once (and arguably still to this day, though that was primarily speculation and rumor) had the single largest hold on the interrealm's black markets. Smugglers and traffickers, able to get their hands on anything and everything...for the right price, of course. There was a long while that they were even known for their experimentations on all different species, with their research being used for the development of a great many horrendous inventions and concoctions.

It was a group once run by someone that Sivel had been acquainted with for some time now...Helai. A dragon whom, from what he had told Sivel, not only stepped down as the group's head, but disbanded it altogether. That had been at the time when Wilacri's current ruling body all but single-handedly destroyed the entirety of the black market's existence in the realm.

"It was my understanding that Ma'ilach ceased to exist some few hundred-- or even thousand-- years ago, now." Sivel began, only to stiffen before he could ask Sahrin for some kind of proof. His gaze grew distant, and mouth fell open slightly as if to gasp.

Gasp, ragged and sharp, as he'd felt Iomhar do. But he managed to hold back.

As though he were in excruciating pain, soon every one of Iomhar's breaths that the Vasyrus could feel against his own chest burned. He was screaming. He was hurting. Being hurt.

His air was coming short, searing, and it took everything Sivel had in him to keep from rushing back to Seelie. Alsina was there. Alsina was with Iomhar, and she could keep her cool much better than Sivel in a situation like this. Being close to Iomhar now would only make things worse for him.

"--el? Sivel!"

Sahrin was out of bed now, and at the king's side, but he didn't seem to notice it at first. It wasn't until he felt a few taps on the chair he was seated on that he seemed to come to his senses enough to finally look at her.

"Oh! Oh, you're alright! Thank the gods, I thought for a moment that I would have to call for the healers to help you. You scared me!"

"It was...it was nothing, please return to your bed. I apologize for startling you so suddenly. I was being...called by one of my advisors about something rather serious, so we will need to hurry this along. What did you say?"

"I was only going to show you the mark that they put on me...I had always heard Ma'ilach had dispersed as well, and though these people could have just taken up the name...I don't know. I'm only telling you what I heard in my time there. The specifics are something I think you would be better suited to looking into, than I would be."

Gritting his teeth through the distraction, Sivel took in the marking that seemed to have been branded around Sahrin's wrist. It was something he recognized from having seen on Helai a handful of times, as well. Nearly identical, even in the layout of the runes embedded in the skin to prevent it the mark from fading away with the original wound.

...He would have to meet with the dragon, later. After this, and after he saw Iomhar again.

At least now, he could contact Ranadi to give him a more specific criteria for his search.

"The things you heard while you were trapped by them...I assume that is what you wished to speak with me about?" She nods in response to the king's question, and he motions for her to go on. Iomhar's breathing had returned to normal by now, but it was so sudden...he must have lost consciousness. Sivel's hands were clenched so tightly in his lap that he couldn't hide how it made them tremble...though at the very least, he was able to keep his wings from reverberating in the frantic rhythm that they so wanted to. "...Go on, then. You have my attention."

Or as much of it as possible, given the circumstances.

[arcxnumvitae]

He expected to be led down to the dungeons after the meeting but was escorted to an empty guest room and told to wait. He didn’t have to wait long before a knock and voice at the door announced the king who looked overtly irate. Iomhar immediately rose from the settee he had been perched on.

“Where is Sivel?” Was the first question out of his mouth.

“You should be more concerned for your own well-being!” The other man snapped. He seemed to catch himself however and took a quick inhale of air. “He is in another room, waiting. I have not spoken to him yet but I will after I am done here. And,” he cut Iomhar off, already sensing the protest ready to burst from him, “nothing will happen to him. Luckily, I was able to argue Lord Brùn down from his ridiculous request demanding both of your heads. Unfortunately, my Council is not yet well-versed in foreign diplomacy and he does not realize, nor care, of the war such an outrageous action would bring to our doorstep.” 

The king sat heavily on a low couch. Ignoring the food and tea set out, he pinned Iomhar with his gaze. “Why?”

“The cur insulted Sivel and I warned him it would mean his life if he did so again. He did so again and tried to touch Sivel while he was at it.” Sivel’s hair to be more specific, though the significance of the action would mean little to the king. “And so I kept to my word.”

“Iomhar,” he moaned, letting his head fall into his hands. 

Taking the seat across from him, he kept his gaze steady. “I will not apologize, Camhlaidh, because I do not regret it. He spoke of Sivel as if he were some mindless beast for him to take his pleasure from. He made Sivel uncomfortable.”

“I would not ask you to apologize. Lord Arasgain was a deeply unpleasant man and I would even go so far as to say that he had it coming. However, his blood has still been shed and the presence of His Majesty Sivel during the incident complicates matters greatly. “

That much was clear even to Iomhar. For diplomatic reasons, Sivel was untouchable but it would not bode well if the young king allowed such a thing to pass without reprimand. He would lose even further control and respect from his subjects. If he did nothing, he would seem weak in the eyes of Seelie’s inhabitants.

Someone had to be punished.

“Lord Brùn still wished for your head to be served to him on a silver platter, but I was thankfully able to make mention of the fact that you are the only living heir of the Mèinnearach line. Regardless of the insult to him and his family personally, to wipe an entire gentry line out by executing you would be far too harsh a punishment where the insult came from Lord  Arasgain initially. Though he had words even about that,” the king sighed once more, suddenly looking exhausted. Iomhar studied him, silent for once, and he leaned back in his seat with a shrug.

“So punish me then.”

The king’s head flew up to him and his brow furrowed. “What?”

“You heard me. That man is dead by the blade I wielded. I came here ready to accept punishment anyways, so punish me. Something suitably painful and public so that Lord Brùn feels satisfied.”

“And will the Vasyrus king abide by that?” The other man’s gaze was calculating. 

“These are matters of Seelie caused by the hand of one of its own and being taken care of its own. Any interference from him could cause even worse tensions in a situation that was almost solved, or at least, that is what you should tell him if worst comes to worst. Frankly though,” Iomhar shrugged, “I would rather he not know at all until the last possible moment.” He had no idea how long this magic Sivel cast on him would last, or how much it would reveal to him, but if nothing else he could hold it off until it was too late. 

The king gave him an affronted look. “I will not lie to him.”

“I am not asking you to lie.” Iomhar waved his hand, “And you cannot lie anyways. Simply keep him in the dark, otherwise he will certainly protest, or worse, insist on being there.” The fae’s eyes fell, and for the first time that entire day, the confidence that rolled off his body in waves seemed to falter. “I...do not want him to have to see whatever happens.”

Only silence greeted his words. The king seemed ready to ask a question, but instead chose to shake his head. “I will respect your wish then, though I believe there are better ways to handle matters. I imagine he will be upset once he learns of this.”

Iomhar chuckled weakly. “Possibly, but even in his anger he is breathtakingly beautiful, so I will accept it.”

“Truly, I have had it up to here with you ridiculously dramatic fae.” The king ran an aggravated hand through his hair, careful not to disturb his horns of the delicate diadem in place. “Fine, let us discuss the matter of your punishment before I present it to Lord Brùn.”

[arcxnumvitae]

Iomhar, is there any part of you that's afraid of Sivel, or of the things he could/might do? What about of Camhlaidh, since you've mentioned the similarities in the lengths that he and Sivel would go for their respective homes and peoples? Knowing the things that your beloved has done, are you at all worried that your own king might go down a similar path?

@soulsxng || Ask my Muse about their relationships with other Muses!

"Afraid of Sivel? Never." The answer came immediately and the man knew he did not need to dwell on the question for even a moment. Why would he, when there was no other answer possible?

"I worry sometimes about worst case scenarios regarding him and Camhlaidh, of course, it is impossible not to do so when things remain so tense between the two of them, but never have I been scared of my beloved." Large arms crossed before his chest-- the topic of both kings was one he didn't care to dwell on. All it did was cause him to worry and worrying would do little to solve the issue.

"Camlaidh, I hold strong to my belief that he is not cruel or warmongering-- it is because of this that I also do not feel 'fear' specifically regarding what he may do. He has certainly crossed lines that I do not care for," espionage in general felt rather underhanded to him, "and I cannot say that I am not surprised that he had done that. But I do not believe that he is a man who would bring harm to others so carelessly or callously.

"As for Sivel...the things that he had done, to my understanding, were actions made in desperation to keep his people safe. The most questionable of them happening specifically when, for one reason or other, he felt alone. The ones that he trusted in were no longer at his side. I feel there are similarities with that and how King Camlaidh has acted now." To act so drastically because of one's isolation, in his own king's case, it was something that could be so easily avoidable. Yet he could not force the man to open up to or trust others, that was a decision that Camhlaidh would have to make himself."

[soulsxng]

“A gift!” The words were a gentle laugh as Iomhar held out a small clutch satchel to Sivel. The dark material was intricately embroidered along the edges with gleaming silver thread, but the true gift was inside. In it, Sivel would find a delicate hair claw made of a silver as equally brilliant as the thread on the bag it came in. Glittering gemstones dotted the body of it, each the same blue shade as Sivel’s own magic.

“To put your hair up with.” His thumb idly rubbed along the man’s neatly pinned strands moments before he met Sivel’s eyes again and offered a wink. “So that you may wear it and think of me even when we are apart.”

@arcxnumvitae

No sooner is the bag held in his direction, was the Vasyrus looking up from the diagram he had been working on. Ears flick in a further show of eagerness, and his wings flit excitedly at his back as he takes the satchel and runs his fingers over the embroidery on it.

"And what is the occasion for this gift, hmm? Had I known, I would have gotten something for you, as well."

Once the accessory had been tipped free and into his hand, however, and Iomhar continued to speak, Sivel himself blushing-- if only faintly. Multicolored eyes quietly scanned the room to ensure they were alone, but once he was satisfied, the ruler was quick to steal a kiss from his beloved. Turning his back after they parted, and beginning to undo his hair from the braid it was tied in. Fingers deft as they left golden strands hanging free.

"Could you help me put my hair up? However you wish to do it is fine...but I want to see how this looks." Though he holds it out for Iomhar to take, his hand remains closed over it for a few moments longer, as though he didn't want to let go of it just yet. "I will make sure to wear it whenever we are unable to see each other."

What a beautiful little thing...Sivel couldn't keep the warmth of a smile from rising to his lips. He wondered what made Iomhar decide to get it. Or did he have it made specifically for the king?

Either way, the fact that Iomhar had been thinking about him was enough to have little sparks of magic haphazardly skipping off of him. Zipping through the air until they either landed on something, or faded into nothing.

How ridiculous. He really was like some youngling, grappling with how to handle their first love.

And loving absolutely every minute of it.

[arcxnumvitae]

7, 10, 17, 32, 38, 42 (Iomhar)

@lunarxdaydream​ || Weirdly Specific But Helpful Character Building Questions

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

"HOT MILFS IN YOUR AREA!!!!” I joke. Or do I. A best friend would probably yell something along the lines of “Hey, this person says they can totally beat you in a duel!” And a romantic partner could yell something along the lines of “Oh no! It seems I’ve forgotten to wear any underwear today!” He’s gullible so he would fall for anything. A trait he shares with his mun it seems ;_;

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Probably how many reps of whatever workout he’s done recently, or how much weight he’s lifted.

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

...Sigh. He’s checking the biceps first, then the muscle of the arm below those (I’m not a biologist or doctor, so sue me), then the pecs, and then probably a twist this way or that to appreciate whatever way they flex with his shoulders and movement. Other people, however, would notice his eyes first since they’re very unusual and unique-- especially if he’s unglamoured and this is their first time seeing them. It’s just that he’s grown used to his own eyes so there’s nothing new there for him whereas with his muscles he’s checking on how his work into them is coming out.

32. If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

Probably some sort of indecent exposure misdemeanor from getting busy with someone in somewhere public or public-ish where he could get caught. He knows the human world is way more strict about where you can do sexual acts, but....he kinda keeps forgetting. Especially if he’s in the heat of the moment.

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

It’s not really a hobby per se, but serving tea or any delicate-ish task requiring fine precision. Iomhar’s already a bigger guy, and he can do it just fine when it’s him, but he’s bad at multitasking and can get distracted easily. So having others there and chatting with him can make him a bit clumsier with things like that.

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

...Sigh, probably something like “the benefits of swordplay” or “the joys of living the life of a bachelor to its fullest” or something.

[feraecor]

No flying? That was something oddly specific for Iomhar to bring up about their outing but she supposed he wanted her to be somewhat prepared for what they were going to be doing. One should always be prepared for any eventuality! She couldn't quite remember who said that but it sounded like pretty good advice.

"A castle? Oh that sounds awesome actually, Iomhar!" Ania paused, eyes narrowing in thought. "A whole castle town? Does that mean shopping? Little odds and ends and places to look at hand crafted things? Because...if so..." She turned to look at him with a serious expression. "We must simply go right now! We might not have even time to see everything if we don't go now!"

Motioning to him, she started off down the hall way. "I even have the proper bag for it today too! It has an enchantment for infinite storage space, it essentially sets everything in a miniature pocket dimension for me. Whatever I may need, right at my finger tips, its simply the most ingenious thing! And--"

@feraecor continued from here!

Fly by the seat of her pants? The Vasyrus could fly, but what exactly did that phrase mean in relation to it? Despite his confusion, it was still an affirmative confirmation!

“No flying will be necessary! Wherever we go can easily be reached by foot or carriage!” Speaking of which…the man realized that he had yet to put any thought into where they actually would go. He, truthfully, had not thought much past getting Ania's agreement. Iomhar fumbled for what to say next.

“Would you— where would you—“ Oh dear. He let out an awkward chuckle. “There is, ah, the castle town if that would be of interest to you? Or I could show you some of the forests and wilds of Seelie? Within reasonable safety, of course!” Far be it from him to accidentally bring Sivel’s daughter into danger…