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[ ..Incoming Fluffy kitten murderous sword alert ? ]

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“Hey there, Foxy Mama.” [ Sigurd; imsosorry ]

“Foxy… Mama?” Eltshan repeated, casting a bewildered gaze over to his friend, ”Sigurd… pray tell me you haven’t mistaken me for Lachesis,” he sighed, raising a concerned eyebrow now, “I am well aware my hair has gotten longer, but surely I still look like a man, do I not?”

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“Your… father?” Eltshan was in disbelief. At quick glance, this boy looked identical to his old friend. The shade of his hair, those eyes… everything reminded him of Cuan. But if this one wasn’t him then who was he? Tightening plum scarf around his neck slightly, he tried to recall the earlier days back when he was… alive. 

He remembered after Cuan and Ethlin wedded, they had a child, though they never mentioned having a boy. Altenna was her name and Eltshan smiled discreetly at the memory of receiving Cuan’s letters about the news. The Nodion could tell how incredibly happy his friend was at the time through his written words and he made sure to do the same when Aless born. 

The past seemed so distant now. Ever since his arrival back on Jugdral he’s pondered how long he’d been dead for; how many years have passed? How many of his comrades survived… who died?

And this boy… if he wasn’t Cuan, then who was he?

But before he could even ask the other for his name, the boy spoke again. 

“Who am I?” Eltshan repeated, slightly taken aback by the question, “Why I’m Eltshan,” he began, smiling a little, bowing respectively enough so that Leaf wouldn’t notice his head was being supported by his scarf, “Eltshan of Nodion,” he continued carefully, making sure he picked his words wisely. The last thing he desired was to frighten him. 

“I’m good friends with your... father in fact, is he around by chance? I need to speak with him.”

"Cuan? Dear gods, is that you? You've shrunk a bit but I suppose you've always been a few centimeters lower than me."

“Cu…an? You… knew my father?” Something about this man felt familiar though. After staring at him for a few second, he quickly realized how similar he looked to Aless. …Did Aless ever have any siblings? This man looked to be a bit older than him, but he… knew Cuan? Leaf had heard Aless’ father, Eltshan, had died, and even if he hadn’t, there was no way he could be this young still. But… could someone disguise themselves to look like someone so well? He could never rule out the possibility of a trap, but he also wanted to know what was going on. If this person really knew his father, there was far too much he needed to know.

His voice dropped to a near whisper. “…Who are you?” Was he really the Eltshan that his father was so close to? The same Eltshan who was best friends with Cuan and Sigurd both? It felt as if he couldn’t let him get away if he was. That meant he was also the brother to Lachesis, who had helped Fin raise him. Eltshan was someone important to her, and if that man was truly standing on front of him… how could he possibly deny him or not learn anything?

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“Well, I guess you should hold me then..” [ Sigurd ]

“Sigurd…” Eltshan smiled, welcoming his friend’s request by wrapping his arms around the other male, “If an embrace was all you desired, you needn’t trap me in this closet. All you had to do was ask and I would’ve happily obliged to your request.” 

Loosening his hold around Sigurd, Eltshan then began to speak again, “Though… what would Cuan think about this? We are leaving him out.” 

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“You’re very hot, do you have a fever?” [bACKFLIPS AWAY--]

“… I fear what you’re feeling is the heat of my anger,” Eltshan managed to say through slightly gritted teeth. 

To be trapped in a small closet was one thing, but to be stuck in one with a complete stranger whom he found disagreeable was absolute... torment. 

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Our Muses get pushed into a small closet together by some strange means, They need to wrap their arms around eachother to make Room. Send 1 of the Following for My Muse's Reaction..

1. “Well, I guess you should hold me then..”

2. “You smell nice..”

3. “Don’t get any ideas..”

4. “At least you are warm..”

5. “Stop squirming or I’ll bite your neck!”

6. “Heh, why are your hands moving down my back?”

7. “You’re very hot, do you have a fever?”

8. “Mmm wait, don’t put your hands there!”

9. “You have really lovely eyes..”

10. “Oh my, heh heh, are you blushing?”

11. “Since we are here, wanna kiss?”

12. “Oh, does this make you nervous?”

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outofcharacter;

Sorry for my lack of inactivity! Things have been a little hectic irl. I’ll be getting to messages and thread replies tomorrow! ＼(^o^)／

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Moan [ SIgurd becuzwhythehellnawt ]

Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine

“Si… Sigurd…” Eltshan whispered as he ran delicate fingers through his friend’s soft, azure strands. 

Eltshan was unsure how this all even started. He’d remembered they both decided to indulge themselves in some liquor after their sparring match in Sigurd’s room at the academy. He recalled the Chalphy prince drinking more than he could handle and himself trying to slow him down.

Though the events that led up to this point in between were unclear. 

Eltshan just knew he was moaning Sigurd’s name now, pants undone and with his friend in between his legs. At first, he insisted against the idea. They were both muddled from the alcohol and would surely regret it all once sobriety came back to them both. But… Sigurd’s lips and touch had quickly clouded his sense of judgement and the Nodion found it difficult to object the offer now.

“Nngh… ah…” 

Eltshan felt himself grow harder in Sigurd’s mouth  and the desire to keep quiet quickly became more arduous. Because every time Sigurd’s tongue massaged his shaft, a tidal wave of heated pleasure would send his body and heart into euphoria. 

This was wrong, but he didn’t desire it to end.

“Si… Sigurd! I…” 

The Nodion was at his limit. He wanted so desperately to remove himself from the warmness of Sigurd’s mouth, but his friend refused his pleas, “Please… Sigurd,” he tried again breathlessly, his head slowly falling back as the Chalphy prince continue to suck at his throbbing hardness, lapping and stroking it with his tongue. 

Eltshan remembered thinking his heart had burst and his vision becoming blurred. His mind felt cloudy and foggy as the blissfulness state he was in slowly began to fade. He exhaled, his body now heavy, as fell back into the softness of Sigurd’s bed.

“I suppose you can say that I won this sparring match, eh?” Sigurd whispered, his voice low as he twirled a few thin strands of the Nodion’s hair around his finger. 

“Unfortunately for you, this victory will be short-lived,” Eltshan retorted back playfully causing the other to smirk in response. 

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Hmmm... do I do headless Elto things for the ‘moan’ meme or not? 

... hmmmm 8))

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Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!

One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse Three: Your muse owns mine for two days Four: My muse submits for yours Five: My muse dominates yours Six: My muse gives yours a striptease Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night Nine: Our muses do the deed Ten: Our muses hug one another Eleven: My muse nibbles yours Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine Fourteen: My muse ties up your muse Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing Sixteen: Your muse removes one article of my muse’s clothing Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants Eighteen: My muse buys yours a shot Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed Twenty:My muse will tease yours (take that however you will) Twenty-One: Your muse blindfolds mine Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) Twenty-Five: Wild card! I get to pick any of the above

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                                “ωʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴘ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴘ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ.

                      ωᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ωᴏʀᴛʜ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.

       ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀ.

            sᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ,’ᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪs ωᴏɴ”

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Another sigh passed the lord’s lips, “I suppose it’s safe to assume you’re too unfamiliar with jesting, amorous advances,” Eltshan said, “Forget I even said anything then,” he continued, turning away from the teal-haired male before him, “If anything, explaining what my words meant would prove more of a hassle...”

He mumbled his last sentence before saddling up his steed.    

「???」:

“I said no ill words to you though, sir. Only when threatening words were thrown at myself first,” Eltshan began, exhaling softly, “Times must’ve changed. Here I am being punished for being polite.”  

             ❝ Being polite about what, exactly? You’re the one that questioned if I existed for real. And if I was actually punishing you- it wouldn’t have been with words, trust me. ❞

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“I said no ill words to you though, sir. Only when threatening words were thrown at myself first,” Eltshan began, exhaling softly, “Times must’ve changed. Here I am being punished for being polite.”  

「Rude. ???」:

“Ah, quite the arrogance you have. On what basis do you have to assume I could not kill you?” 

               ❝ You’re the one that spoke first, y’know. Plus, I don’t even know you, so what’s your point in wanting to kill me just for my answer? ❞

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“Come now, we’re both matured men here. Stop giving me such an sheepish expression,” Eltshan replied with a simple smile. 

nordions replied to your post:"No flower or scenery can compare to your beauty."…

"Sigurd, you’re one of my dearest friends. Am I… not permitted to compliment you every so often?"

            ❝ …I know, I just wasn’t expecting it coming from you. ❞

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“Ah, quite the arrogance you have. On what basis do you have to assume I could not kill you?” 

nordions replied to your post:"Am I dreaming, or do you really exist?"

"Certainly with that attitude, you’re about to be."

             ❝ Yeeeaaah, right. You believe that I’ll let you do that? ❞

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7.8/10 Too much Fire

Sigurd. (via incorrectfequotes)

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My world’s on fire, how about yours?

Sigurd. (via incorrectfequotes)