#daywarden solairen

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Solairen: okay so, a warning. An hour of foreplay minumum or else I’m not going to proceed further.

Astarion: An hour? Ugh, I’ll be asleep before then!

Solairen: if you’re not prepared properly Astarion I’ll hurt you. I don’t mean that as a brag either, I mean it because it’s happened before.

Astarion: oh? Well how big is it then if it can be classified as a secondary weapon?

Solairen: *sighs and drops his trousers*

Astarion:

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Solairen: *Walks into the kitchen and steps back seeing Raphael in his full cambion glory waiting for him* Oh good morning dear~ giving the wings a stretch are w-

Raphael: *gently takes his face in his hands and bends down a little, before headbutting him with his horns and forehead* Good morning, Angel.

Solairen: *knew headbutts were a term of affectionate greeting for tieflings but never expected it for cambions too* I- *snickers and gives him a kiss, returning a little headbutt of his own* good morning my fire.

Raphael: *smiles and holds him by his waist, returning the kiss before letting go as Astarion enters*

Astarion: good morning my beloveds, I was first in line at the bakery today and- *blinks as Raphael holds his face in his hands*

Raphael: *smiles and headbutts him, just as hard as he did with Solairen*

Astarion:

Raphael: MY LOVE?!?!?

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Astarion: I- you’re considering asking Raphael to be your patron just so you can become a warlock?

Solairen: My oath is broken… Lathander abandoned me for choosing to spare you and 7000 innocent souls just because they were turned into undead by an evil and cruel man. We’ve still a huge battle ahead of us and I’m now left with only my blade to fight and protect you all… besides, we’re already sleeping with him, I may as well face the gods while I continue my walk backwards into the hells with my pants around my ankles.

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Mizora: Pretty boy, come here~

Solairen: *looks around confused thinking Astarion is beside him* hm?

Mizora: Aw, I meant you big boy, come here.

Solairen: *walks over and stares down at her* What do you want wretch?

Mizora: oh don’t be so mean, I was hoping to have a bit of fun. I’ve grown quite fond of you~

Solairen: I’d rather deep throat a lemur. The sooner you’re out of wylls hair the better. *turns and walks back to his room*

Mizora: I- Ugh! *blinks seeing Astarion suddenly follow after Solairen, and holding his hand, Raphael* what the-?!

*several hours later*

Raphael: *walks out pulling his doublet back on and visibly blushing as he feels all the love bites and actual bites his new lovers left on him*

Mizora: HE CHOSE HIM OVER ME?!

Wyll: I’m wishing I’d chosen him over you as well shut up and go away I’m trying to sleep.

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Raphael: *blinks awake and sits up to find himself in the elf song, nestled safely next to Solairen and Astarion in their room, and in their bed, wearing the giant Drows shirt as it drapes off his shoulders and covered in Astarions cologne after a long night of passion and a nice hot bath* … *looks down at them both, bewildered as to why they didn’t attempt to take advantage of him in the bath, or as he slept like Haarlep would, or why they were so gentle and careful and kept asking if he was okay being touched in the afterglow or if he needed anything*

Solairen: *yawns and opens his eyes awake and ready to greet the sunrise despite his oath being broken* gods… *smiles adoringly up at him* for over a century I’ve knelt and worshipped the morning lords light… *watches as the sunrise shines through the window, catching Raphael’s golden skin and soft brown curls* but now I find myself before something, truely divine… what I’d give to kneel before you for the first time once more… your voice was like milk and honey to my ears as you sang for me.

Raphael: *face turning so red it could be mistaken for his cambion form* y-you- *grabs the pillow shoving it over his face* stop being sweet!! It’s repulsive!

Solairen: *pulls the pillow away and sits up, giving him a soft kiss* never~ you deserve to hear the truth for a change~

Raphael: I- you- little- *realises he’s looking up at him in this form* I- UGH! *hides his face in his chest* you’re so annoying! I hate you!

Solairen: *nuzzles his hair* I adore you~

Raphael: *whines*

Astarion: *hugs the devil from behind and bites his shoulder enough to threaten to break the skin again* shhhh, I adore you too my dear but, 10 more minutes please I’m, exhausted after taming the both of you.

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Solairen: *laying on his side, one wing definitely broken from cushioning his fall but alive* morning lords grace- M-my love? *rolls over and gasps, not at the decapitated head of Mephistopheles glaring at him with milky white eyes, but at the vision beside him* my love…

Raphael: *unconscious with a concussion cocktail of incubus spittle and blunt force trauma from riding his fathers head to the ground after severing it with solairens sword. The wedding gown he’d been forced into and paraded around the court of mephistar in as a final humiliation now torn to ribbons hanging off his naked red body, a final act of humiliation before his wedding to a hoard of pit fiends and lemurs that is* mmnn… *opens his eyes to see Solairen, the Paladin he’d fallen in love with as a drow, now a celestial solar ascended by lathander, glowing like a beacon of hope in the hell he thought would be his eternal tomb* m-my love… are you, o-okay?…

Solairen: *smiles and strokes his cheek* I am, I am my love.

Raphael: *leans into his touch without a fuss* h-Haarlep drugged me… brought me here so father could lure you and Astarion, he wanted to kill you in front of me, he wanted to remind me of my place… I didn’t think, you’d come for me…

Solairen: *blinks and laughs through tears* I married you. Astarion married you. He’s worried sick waiting for me to bring you home! I’d go to the end of the astral if it meant saving you… but you saved me instead. *smiles*

Raphael: *closes his eyes and grins playfully as the leathery membrane of his wings begins to flake away like burning paper* a saviour, that… is for certain. My love… *passes out again as large white feathers sprout from his back and many of his cambion characteristics are replaced with that of a solar celestial, his horns lined with gold framing a halo resembling a burning sun, and the jagged arrow point of his tail smoothing to a gentle heart, before returning to a handsome human man, with a heavenly warm golden glow surrounding him*

Solairen: *looks up to the heavens hearing lathanders words in his mind*

“He has proven himself worthy… and you have proven me wrong yet again… you did see good within him”

Solairen: *smiles and closes his eyes* I saw him… only him. *lifts his husband into his arms, giving him a loving, chaste kiss knowing Mephistopheles is still alive in hus corpse. Glaring at him from seemingly lifeless eyes* … *strokes Raphael’s face* you were always, more than enough… let’s go home my fire… *carries him through the portal back to the devils fee*

Astarion: *pacing back and forth frantically, haarleps blood still coating every part of his magistrate robes* they’re not back yet! Somethings wrong.

Wyll: it’ll be alright.

Calliope: *bursts in through a portal followed by Gale* WHAT DO YOU MEAN RAPHAELS BEEN KIDNAPPED?!

Astarion: I mean I had a bad feeling as I went to kiss him and I stopped in time to realise that fucker! *points at haarleps body* Smells nothing like my husband!! Solairens gone after him and neither of them have returned!

Gale: I’m sure they’ll be fine.

Astarion: HOW CAN YOU BE SO BLASÉ ABOUT THIS?! BOTH OF MY HUSBANDS ARE IN HELL-

Solairen: *steps through the portal holding Raphael, shielding his body with his wing* I’ve got him.

Gale: told you.

Astarion: I- you’re hurt! Gods you’re both hurt!! *hurries over and embraces them both* he’s?… glowing? These markings they look like yours is- what happened?

Solairen: now you have two celestial husbands, my little star.

Astarion: I- you- *sobs* d-don’t be cute I’m very upset! Let’s get him home I need to clean both of you up! You reek of the hells!

*the next morning*

Raphael: *growling as he tries to get rid of the glow on his skin and the halo following him* ARGHH! *grabs it and throws it only for it to reappear* I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS! *hurries to the balcony and looks up at the sun* FUCK YOU LATHANDER!!!

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Raphael: I am a lord of the hells and the son of the arch devil of Cania and you will respect me! Our bedroom dynamic and current transactional relationship changes nothing about that so don’t you dare call me your ‘little kitty’ EVER AGAIN!

Solairen: *smiles and pats his hair* you’re adorable.

What Solairen sees when Raphael’s having a tantrum:

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Astarion: *smiles and nuzzles into solairens chest, feeling the warmth from both him and Raphael beside him, as well as the morning sun on his face… the sun* …FUCK! *flies out of bed as he opens his eyes to see the curtains open by the bed and the suns warm glow bathing him and his lovers*

Solairen: *shoots up and reaches for his sword only for Raphael to hug onto his arm tight with a pouty whine* What’s going on?!

Astarion: *cowering beneath the bed* Which one of you bastards left the window open!?

Raphael: *whines and covers his eyes with a pillow* I did, I wanted to surprise you why are you complaining?…

Astarion: Surprise me by attempting to burn me- alive?…

Solairen: my star?

Astarion: *crawls out from beneath the bed, standing directly in the suns light as he looks at them with a warm glow to his skin and a softness to his eyes* I’m… alive?… I’m?… cured?

Raphael: yes now come back to bed or be qui-

Astarion: *jumps back into bed and flings the pillow away, hugging him with a deep, loving kiss as tears pour down his face* y-you b-brat! M-making me f-feel things! I- *kisses him again*

Solairen: so am I just invisible here?

Astarion: *grabs his face giving him a kiss too* I’m alive! I’m alive aga- *blinks feeling his stomach growl*

Solairen: *chuckles and gets up, laying him back in the sheets with the devil* rest… I’ll go make us breakfast… *smiles looking back at them before walking out and closing the door, his eyes resting on the wedding bands on his finger, a moonstone and a ruby inlaid in each one* … *sighs and turns to walk down the hall only to be brought back into bed with a blast of hellfire* what the-

Raphael: *immediately cuddles up to him again as astarion devours a calamari platter he’d summoned for him* I’m hungover and you will stay here and be my pillow.

Solairen: *blinks and laughs, pulling him in close* alright my love.

Raphael: *grumbles* stop calling me that.

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Astarion: Raphael still hasn’t come home I’m getting worried. Maybe we went too far trying to get him to open up?

Solairen: don’t worry my plan should come to fruition any minute now.

Astarion: what?

Raphael: *slams open the door and slaps a poster on the table* WHAT IS THIS?!?!

Solairen: Oh good it worked!

Astarion: *looks at the poster to see a portrait of Raphael above the text “Have you seen my cat?”* I- hm.

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Raphael: *placing another unusual plant in the garden, this one with almost leathery like red bark and leaves*

Solairen: I’m glad you’ve found a hobby my love but- where on earth are you finding these strange plants?

Raphael: I don’t find them dear I make them.

Solairen: …How?

Raphael: Well, Astarion complained the prisons were overrun with criminals serving life sentences. So I pluck out the more heinous of the lot and- give them a new purpose so they can give back to society.

Solairen: THESE ARE ALL PEOPLE?!

Raphael: not all of them, some of them are normal I promise, even by hells standards. Besides the butterflies love them. You like butterflies, don’t you?

Solairen: I… I do… *sighs* they… they don’t have eyes do they? They haven’t seen our- *coughs* little romps in the flowers?

Raphael: well… they’re technically not eyes-

Astarion: *walks by holding another plant* it gives them something to gossip about~

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Solairen: *sighs and wakes up to the sunlight through the bedroom window, both of his beloveds no where to be found, and his armour and sword once again mysteriously missing* …tsk, those brats… *gets up with a grunt and starts looking for it*

Raphael: *swans in with garment bags containing their outfits for Calliope and Gales wedding* still searching for your fucks to give my dear? They’re not under the bed that’s where I keep mine.

Solairen: ha. Ha. Very funny. *grabs him by the waist and purrs giving him a kiss before pouting as the devil starts dressing him in a flowy silk blouse* gods not this- blustery shite again. Where’s my armour this time?

Raphael: I don’t know what you mean~ *snaps his fingers making trousers and shoes appear on him before sitting him on the bed to brush his hair*

Solairen: *scowls* don’t play dumb with me, it doesn’t suit you.

Raphael: and lumbering around in heavy plate armour with no conflict to face doesn’t suit you my dear. *kisses his cheek and hugs him from behind* please love… just try to enjoy resting for a change. For me? *starts giving him puppy dog eyes*

Solairen: Tsk, *looks away* you picked up that habit from Astarion, haven’t you?

Raphael: whatever do you mean~?

Solairen: I’m not looking at you-

Raphael: you will, you love looking at me~

Solairen: stop- I’m not looking-

Raphael: because if you do, you’ll crack, like an egg~

Solairen: *voice raspy as he finally gives in and meets his gaze, melting* yes-

Raphael: good~ *kisses him and takes him down into the pillows*

Astarion: *walks in with breakfast* Oh dessert at this hour~? Don’t mind if I do! *drops the tray and his trousers in one go*

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Raphael: wait- you’re- the top in your relationship?

Astarion: yes. He’s too big and he gets very emotional when he thinks he’s hurting me.

Solairen: y-you were shaking for hours after I was done!

Raphael: 7ft and bottoming, now that’s the sort of greed they talk about in the bible.

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Solairen: *a hulking drow Paladin standing just shorter than Halsin, moving at his own pace in a suit of heavy plate armour dedicated to Lathander*

Astarion: I wonder how much of that armour is actually him?

Lae’zel: it would be amusing for him to shed it and reveal he is a small framed elf beneath it.

Solairen: *walks into his tent and emerges flexing and stretching his muscles after freeing himself from the heavy plate*

Astarion: ASFGHHHGFFFFMMHMHMMMMMMM HES ALL MUSCLE NO ARMOUR!

Lae’zel: I call first!!

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Raphael: And for the last blasted time you do not need to be in full armour when we go to dinner- Why are you giving me that stupid look?!

Solairen: how is it you can hold so much warmth in your eyes? It’s like staring into the heart of a sunflower.

Raphael: …Okay you can wear the armour when we go to dinner but that’s it!!

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Solairen: *picked apart every thread of Raphael’s carefully put together facade and unraveled his plan piece by piece with the crushing truth of reality until he’s left literally backed into a corner by the paladins hulking frame* If your father, with all the powers of a Demi god, still had the foresight to not use the crown. What hope do you have of succeeding with less than a fraction of that power?

Raphael: *gritting his teeth as he glares up at him, trying so hard to keep his composure* That idiot doesn’t have the sense to see that far in the future! You don’t know anything you petulant rat!

Solairen: I’m the petulant one am I? I’m not the one about to cry. *smiles lifting his chin to look at him properly as his thumb rests on his lips* You’re so desperate to prove yourself, but for who? You even make yourself appear more mature just to be taken seriously. You’ll never be satisfied seeking approval from others when you loathe yourself as you do.

Raphael: *composure cracking as he leans into his touch, a sincere and comforting warmth Haarlep is simply incapable of providing him* I d-do not loathe myself and I need the approval of no one-

Solairen: then drop the illusion… let me see you.

Raphael: *visibly pouts as he does as he’s told. His appearance changing from that of a middle aged man to that of one in his early 20s, young, doe eyed, almost angelic even. And visibly bristling as he awaits his response, ready to bite back at the first sign of mockery*

Solairen: Pretty… *smile softening as his eyes take in every feature* I’m sorry nobody respects you as you are… it must be exhausting having to hide away behind a mask…

Raphael: *feeling an unfamiliar warmth join the infernal heat in his chest, one his mortal half desperately longs for that his devil half denied for so long* I… *huffs looking away as his face begins to flush* what, do you want then… if my plan is so delusional, why are you still here?

Solairen: because I do need the hammer… but I can’t give you the crown in return… and I also don’t want to see your pretty face snuffed out by your fathers hand… So, what do you want Raphael?… Not what do you want to prove yourself, not to show off, not to gain the approval of others… what, do you, want?… *turns his head back to look at him*

Raphael: *leans into his touch as his mask finally breaks. He’d never really gotten a choice in anything in his life. His purpose was decided long before he was ever born. To be a servant and tool for his father. Heir by name to a throne he’d never inherit. Just one of many he’d sire, and one he’d easily dispose of if given reason to. He’d spent his whole life denying his mortal needs to prove himself as a true devil, clawing at any scrap of approval thrown his way, he’d worked so hard and for what?… to deny part of his very being in favour of a fiend* the hammer is yours if… you, if you-…

Solairen: use your words, Raphael… I like hearing you talk.

Raphael: *face visibly going bright red as his cambion form appears briefly before changing back, his hands quickly coming up to cover his startled expression* i-I want you damn it!!! Damn you! *shoves the hammer to him as it appears, still covering his face with one hand*

Solairen: *chuckles and takes the hammer from him, setting it aside as he takes his hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it* You’ll have to be alright sharing me with Astarion then.

Raphael: *shivers at the kiss, tail popping out along with his horns before he swats them both away and looks at him, making the mistake of locking eyes with the towering drow* w-will he- be okay with that?…

Solairen: Oh yes… *pulls him in close and lifts him up with ease* so, we have a deal then?

Raphael: *swallows hard and nods* c-can you just… hold me?… and keep saying nice things about me?

Solairen: gladly~

*2 hours later*

Solairen: *walks out holding the hammer* I got him.

Calliope: the hammers a boy? owo

Solairen: The Hammer? No Raph- I- oh. Uh.

Astarion: *facepalms*

*meanwhile*

Haarlep: *lounging on the bed. Smoking the hookah pipe as he watches the door sensing his masters return*

Raphael: *crawls in, literally*

Haarlep: I- master??

Raphael: *faceplants on the floor* Ugh-

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Sorn: I- Raphael?? I thought you were with the pale Beauty?

Solairen: I am, I’m with both of them, we’re all engaged to be wed so I came to bring you your invite and I’ll give Nymmy hers when she’s untangled herself from her client.

Sorn: married?! Sol I- I’m so happy for you! But- Raphael?… really?… he’s into some- interesting things.

Solairen: …Go on?

Sorn: Of course- *looks him up and down* …So how flexible is your pale lover because there’s no way you’ll be able to get your leg in that position-