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[beautyawoken]

@talebytale location: outside in the yard behind the castle

the  festivities  were  going  pretty  well,  guests  from  all  around  were  meeting  &  conversing  -  in  his  name,  which  still  felt  a  little  strange.  maybe  even  overwhelming.  a  little  too  overwhelming,  so  after  hours  inside,  he  snuck  out  the  back  into  the  yard  to  get  away  from  it  all.  even  if  just  for  a  little  while.  the  sun  had  set  by  now,  so  it  was  a  little  chilly  outside,  but  not  too  cold  -  so  he  didn't  need  to  get  a  coat.

fingers  brushed  along  the  cold  rock  wall  that  took  over  when  the  thorns  &  brush  ended.  palm  flat  against  it,  letting  the  cold  wash  over  him  to  ground  him.  deep  breath.  eyes  closed,  he  held  his  breath.  one.  two.  three.  four...  eyes  snapped  open  when  wings  fluttered  behind  him  &  he  spun  around  only  to  realize..  "ah,  you."  a  crow.  "you  scared  me."  he  said  with  a  little  chuckle  sounding,  "yeah,  i  know  -  there's  a  lot  of  people  in  there.  it's  quite  fun,  i  wish  you  could  try  it."  the  crow  caws,  wings  fluttering  -  before  it  flew  off.

ari  watched  it  leave  &  sighed  softly.  sometimes  he  wished  he,  too,  could  just  fly  away.

[faerietaeleds]

⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🌷 " someday i promise i will repay you , unless of course . . . i can ' t find you , or if i forget . "

@talebytale liked the starter call .

[white-king-alaric]

Closed Starter for @talebytale Location: North Pole, Alaric's lodgings

The change in the sky and the timing had left Alaric drained, the travel was exhausting even if he had brought with him a full retainer of pawns to attend to him and unpack his things. The chambers already being painted to his signature color.

The blond lounged in the soft sheets, only half clothed, the cloth draped over him scandalously. "But I am too weary to go out and socialize now. Stay here and let me rest." he said with a soft whine to his voice, pleading silvery blue eyes watching to see if the other could cave to his whining.

"If I do go out I'll need to bathe and change clothes and they have hardly started to unpack my wardrobe. I am sure we can get some of those delightful elves to deliver us food."

[onceuponers]

If Maxime loved to do anything, it was talk shit with a handsome stranger like the one opposite him. He had an immediate, prevailing sense that this person was just as much of a hater as himself, and this meant he would likely enjoy conversing with them. Finally, some real company.

"If you mean ineffectual, overbearing, and pompous," Maxime begins. "Then yes, it seems our realms are quite similar in that regard. I am Maxime," he says, introducing himself with a curt nod of the head. "And it's about damned time I found someone I could talk to in this dump... so, you're from here? Is it as awful as it seems?"

The fae stood by the shadows, watching the merriment of the party-goers with disdain in their eyes. The smiles, the laughter, the dancing... It was sickening. They knew Stefan far better than most, they knew that he cared about his image far more than he let on, and thus he doubted that Stefan was being honest in his plea for peace among the realms. It was sickening, watching people fall for this lie so that Stefan could schmooze the royalty of other realms to better his position and make himself look good. It had Mal wanting to retreat back to his own castle, to be surrounded by their ravens, but he wanted to see more. To see just what Stefan was planning. So that he could crush it.

Wearing a black cloak that covered his black tunic, and a hood that was draped over his head to cover the horns that they possessed, Mal had kept to the walls and the shadows, not making their presence known. After all, this was his realm and the people - and the fae - knew who they were and just what they were capable of. The last thing he wanted was for them to point him out, to warn others of his presence there... or to be mocked for even coming in the first place.

There was someone, though, that intrigued him. A man that stood firm, a man that stood by himself - but a man that was very clearly judging the place just as Mal had been. It was enough to have the fae intrigued, intrigued enough to approach, and a small smile pulled at his lips at the other's words. "On this we can. If you ask me, this is King Stefan overcompensating for something," Mal stated coyly, the smile upon their lips genuine because if anyone knew, it was certainly Mal. After all, Stefan had asked Mal at one point during their relationship if he was able to use his magic to help him in that matter. "I take it the royals of your land are much similar?"

[taledhq]

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@talebytale

[faerietaeleds]

⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ ☀️ " i know who you are . . . you stole from the castle . "

@talebytale liked the starter call .

[faerietaeleds]

⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ ☀️ a subtle blush . the hue of a blooming rose . green eyes avert the handsome god ' s as divine lips make contact with mortal sun - kissed skin . there ' s a spark . a fluttering in the stomach . " you . . . have a way with words , lord hades . "

@talebytale ; continued from here

[timedandtaled]

Crewel exuded an aura of intimidation, he knew that, but given his reputation he assumed he would have been approached more frequently, not to be the one approaching others. Odd, how all the practise in the world for social events couldn't prepare him for this, and yet throw a were-creature in front of him and all the fear in the world would evaporate around him. No, this was different.

He finished his next glass of wine, whatever number it was he was on, and grabbed another from a servant walking past. Perhaps he should finish this then go; nobody seemed to be on his wavelength, as they said. Until someone appeared by his side and started conversation.

Actual conversation.

Crewel looked the other up and down, noting the attire in question with a grin forming on his lips. "No more than me, Darling." He opened his fur coat to show nothing more than what would be considered a basic outfit in his village, white shirt, some plain pants and boots. The fur, as always, remained the most extravagant thing about him. "These sort of...soirees aren't all that common where I'm from, but we make do." He looked over the toga once more. "I assume the same where you are from?"

Where: King Stefan's castle

Open to: Anyone

The party definitely seemed to be well underway and Hercules was certainly enjoying to meet and greet a lot of people. Sure, he felt a bit overwhelmed - a lot of the things he had seen, or heard (like cars?!), were things he didn't even know could exist - but at the end of the day, he was having fun getting to meet new people. He had yet to find anyone that he could be related to, but he had a lot of brothers and sisters in Mount Olympus that could have had children in any of the realms, so he didn't think it was out of the ordinary to think that he'd be able to find someone like him.

At the very least, though, he could always just meet someone new, and he figured out that he had a pretty good conversation starter - his attire. People had been commenting on his clothing, or lack thereof given that he was wearing a toga, almost all night and so he knew he could use it as a way to break the ice. Or, at least, get a smile out of someone. "Be honest," Hercules spoke as he approached someone, holding a small glass of wine in his hand as he looked at them, a smile pulling at his lips. "How underdressed would you say that I am?"

[white-king-alaric]

23A - dealer's choice

[23A]

What was a king to a god? Just another play thing perhaps, and Alaric moaned as he pushed his ass into the tongue that ministered to his hole. Immaculate like every other part of his body Alaric's tight hole was pristine and looked and felt as if it had never been tainted, courtesy of his magic. The blond was unable to make any words as the God of the Underworld ate him out like he was his own treat to be devoured. Non-sensical noises filled the air as Alaric's cock stood at attention leaking a puddle under him as he was pleasured by the god.

@talebytale

[white-king-alaric]

12B - Naveen

[12B]

Making out with Naveen was ok they were both royal, it meant this was something if a meeting of kingdoms right? Even if they were not from the same realm, all the same he found his lips locked with the handsome prince's, enamored by the sweet taste and the soft supple texture. A little moan of pleasure came from him. "You are a most gifted kisser Naveen." he purred as he held the other into the kiss by the back of his head, his tongue begging for entrance so he could fully have the prince in this kiss. Sure nobody would hold this against him look at the man who could resist that charm?

@talebytale

[white-king-alaric]

29C from Leon

[29C]

@talebytale

Alaric kissed Leon with such a deep and reckless abandon, fingers tangled in his lush mane of hair as he rutted his naked body against the other, the pure air of desire in the air was palpable, he wasn't often allowed to show his more primal nature his lust on full display as he clung to the gorgeous man against his lips. "Take me lion, I need you." he whined softly between hungry furtive kisses, legs wrapped tightly around the lion's waist. "Show me how the king of the forest has diplomatic relations." he breathed needy with sexual desire.

[wulfdreaded]

zeke  heard  a  lot  about  the  other  kingdoms  ever  since  attending  the  first  day  of  king  stefan's  festivities.  apparently  there  were  witches  everywhere  who  turned  humans  into  ..monsters.  almost  like  him,  but  ..  not  quite.  too  close  to  ignore  though.  of  course  he  was  curious,  of  course  he  wanted  to  know  how  that  was  possible  -  he  heard  there  was  an  entire  family  cursed  to  turn  into  bears.

his  nose  sniffed  a-many  things  at  the  castle,  including  ...  a  cat.  a  cat.  playing  with  those  was  fun.  cats  could  dish  out,  but  not  take  any  heat,  so  that  was  exciting.  their  scent  was  all  around  -  by  the  banquet,  where  zeke  stuffed  his  mouth  to  the  brim,  in  the  hallway  leading  through  all  the  rooms,  but  also...  yeah,  outside.

sniff  sniff.

he  followed  the  scent  outside,  eager  to  find  this  kitty  cat  in  the  courtyard.  closer.  he  was  getting  closer.  the  sun  was  slowly  setting,  but  it  was  still  bright  enough  out  to  see  him  from  afar.  he  was  big.

big  kitty.

sniff  sniff.

little  grin  played  around  his  lips  when  discovered  -  he  hadn't  exactly  been  subtle,  so  he  approached  without  hesitation,  "you're  far  from  home,  kitty  cat."  oh,  the  urge  to  pounce  was  ...  strong,  but  he  was  big.  maybe  too  big  for  him  to  handle.  hm.  "you  look  unhappy,  what's  wrong?"

Closed Starter for @wulfdreaded

Leon ft. Zeke

Though Leon mingled with people, and ate some of the food that was there - though not the meat, given that he couldn't eat meat unless it was raw ever since he had been cursed - he couldn't help but the feeling of dread in the back of his head. He knew, of course, that it was natural to feel fear and he knew that he had the courage to do what it took to stand up in the name of fear, but... It was still there. And while he had managed to meet up with Nick and know that he was okay, he couldn't help but feel as though something... big was going to happen.

Or maybe he was just overwhelmed and overstimulated by all of the scents in the air.

Either way, he knew that he needed to get out and catch a breath of fresh air, and so he headed out to the courtyard. Sitting on a bench, he leaned back and breathed in through his nose - though with his mouth parted - for a few moments when, all of a sudden, his ear twitched as he sensed someone approaching.

"You need something?"

[onceuponers]

"Hmm? Oh, yes, that is me!" Ariel confirms, excited to meet the handsome man before him. Strangers, he always thought, were just new friends he had not had the pleasure of acquainting himself with yet. Not that he was a total stranger, thought.

"Titus has told me such much about you...! You are even more, well," he begins, already blushing in the other's presence. "Regal than I was told... I am so, so honored to meet you! Maldonia, where is that...?"

@onceuponers

"You must be the Ariel I have heard so much about," Naveen spoke as he approached the red-haired beauty, a smile pulling at his lips and causing his dimples to etch into his cheeks. "Mi amor, Titus, spoke very highly of you and I just knew... I had to meet you. Please, allow me to introduce myself... I am Naveen, Prince of Maldonia and Titus' partner in business, dance, and in the alcoba..."

As he spoke, Naveen moved to bow in front of the other, continuing to flash his grin that caused his eyes to shimmer ever so lightly. "It is an honor to meet you, hermoso."

[onceuponers]

Ughhhhh, not this guy. Hercules loved his family. Truly.

Except, perhaps, Hades. His lovely uncle.

Trying —and failing— to pretend he didn't notice the older man, Hercules relinquishes and faces him. With a strained, pained grin, of course. Among his many talents? Smiling through the pain.

"Uncle...!" he begins, with barely convincing enthusiasm. "I don't know what you mean, Hades... can't we just get along for one night, hmm?"

@onceuponers

After spending a few years in the River Styx, Hades was certainly ready to get back out there and enjoy life once more. Sure, he may now have a few more scars on his body from where the souls had ravaged him, but he was still himself - and with the portals opening and the different realms welcoming everyone, not just the heroes? Well... He was never one to turn down a good party.

What he didn't expect, however, was to see his nephew, the very one that had thwarted his plans of overthrowing his brother to be the King of Olympus.

"Nephew..." the Lord of the Underworld started as he approached the son of Zeus. "Funny meeting you here... Tell me, have you ruined the dreams of other family members, or am I just special?"

[beautyawoken]

when  his  father  -  the  king,  announced  they  were  going  to  celebrate  his  awakening  (well,  technically  their  awakening,  too),  he  definitely  underestimated  the  interest  people  would  have  in  ...him.  still  new  to  being  a  prince,  he  wasn't  used  to  the  attention  -  or  the  fact  people  who  seemed  to  be  strangers  knew  him  (or  pretended  to),  told  him  they  were  there  when  he  was  but  a  newborn  &  cursed  by  something  so  evil  they  couldn't  even  say  their  name.  ari  knew  only  very  little  about  the  one  who  cursed  him  -  who  stole  years  of  his  life  even  if  he  didn't  age  at  the  time.  phillip  did.  his  love  suffered  because  of  him.

but  with  festivities�� progressing,  he  was  beginning  to  understand  just  how  his  life  would  be  from  now  on  &  he  didn't  ....really  like  it.  he  missed  the  cabin,  the  forest  &  the  godfathers.  he  still  saw  them,  but  it  was  different  now  that  he  lived  here.  with  the  curse  broken,  ari  thought  himself  safe,  so  he  didn't  waste  a  thought  wondering  if  he  was  safe  out  here.  not  until  a  hooded  figure  approached  him,  scaring  him  initially,  but  he  calmed  down  quickly  regardless.  the  voice  was  familiar  in  a  way,  but  he  couldn't  say  why.  "oh  hello."  soft  smile  on  his  lips,  he  eyed  the  stranger  curiously,  eyes  darkening  a  little  &  smile  somewhat  dimming  when  their  words  ...sunk  in.  "umm,  they  didn't.  i'm  sure  it's  fine."  was  this  a  threat?  surely  not.  a  warning,  out  of  care  .....  right?  yes.  it  was  fine.  "i  don't  think  we've  met.  at  least  i  think  i  haven't  seen  you  inside.  i'm  aurore,  although  i  prefer  ari.  who  are  you?  how  are  you  liking  the  festivities?"

Everyone and their mother seemed to have found themselves at King Stefan's castle to celebrate the young prince awakening and even Maleficent had found himself there. They wanted to see just how genuine King Stefan's push for peace was but also... they wanted to get a judge on what the young prince was like. After all, they had never met him, only cursed Ari the day of his birth and he was whisked away to keep hidden from him.

He'd like to think that Stefan would know that he wouldn't hurt an innocent child, but alas.

Of course, Maleficent was sure that their presence at the party wouldn't be a welcomed one, and so they made sure to keep to the walls and the shadows to avoid being seen, wearing a hooded cloak to help cover the horns atop their head. And it was as he was making his way through the throngs of people that he spotted him.

The prince. The sleeping beauty that they had begun to call him.

Keeping the prince in his sights, they watched him from afar, keeping a distance until they were sure he could approach without everyone freaking out. It seemed that, for awhile, he wasn't going to get much of an opportunity. The prince was a hot commodity, someone that everyone wanted to meet, but eventually he watched as the prince left for the yard - to get some fresh air or to get away, they presumed - and he followed him out there.

Watching for a few moments, he waited until the crow left before he chuckled lightly. "If it isn't the guest of honor himself..." they started as they stepped closer into the light, keeping their hood over their head so that only the bottom half of their face was visible. "Didn't those faeries tell you it isn't wise to be out here by yourself? That you may never know what, or who, may be out here?"

[white-king-alaric]

"Well for one thing you could ravish my body again." Alaric said with a little laugh as he leaned forward and kissed over Robin's chest and shoulders, moving his lips along the natural flow of his body, over his biceps and down his arm till he hand his hand in his own kissing each of his finger tips one at a time. Kitten licks playful and sweet.

"Was I not fun enough before? You want to leave my side so easily?" The White King was easy with his affections it was true, but what he liked, he liked a lot and would dote on endlessly. "Do you want something in return for your company? I am not adverse to giving you gifts."

It was interesting, really, to see the vast magnitude of people in the world. Or, well, worlds. It was also interesting to see that some things transcended the realms, things like greed and favoritism running rampant. The rich got richer and the poor were left to fend for themselves - just like always. With a drive to help the poor, Robin had accepted the various invitations to the parties thrown by the various elite of the realms - with the sole intention of gaining information on how to plan a route to steal from them.

But that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun, either.

That was how he had found himself falling into bed with the White King of Wonderland. It had really, truly been a reconnaissance mission and yet he found himself enjoying the way that the man with the white-blond mane of hair felt underneath him, the warmth of his body against his own in the cold of the night. But he was, after all, still someone that profited by his privilege and Robin knew that he'd eventually be a target.

Especially with the way that he spoke of the elves.

But could he let him know about his plan? No. Robin was cunning, he was smart, so he knew that he would have to keep the other from realizing what his overall plan had been.

"You do drive a hard bargain," the thief spoke as he moved to sit upright, sweat still coating his body. "But what do you suggest I do if I allow you to stay and rest?"