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And the tree exploded, along with the entrance to the town, and the parrot was defeated at long last.

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Parrot Hunt - A ficlet

“Look, a parrot,” he murmured from the shadows of the tree. “Do you think that’s the one?”

“Yeah, that’s the bastard all right,” came the gruff reply from the dwarf by his side. It had been three hours and the exhaustion was beginning to show.

“All right. Let’s execute our battle plan.”

Three Hours Prior

The group had arrived within the tropical city early in the day, deciding quickly to go their separate ways. Moon Moon dragged a reluctant Elora/Allania/Whoever to the shopping district while Max began his mass conversion. Alaian had, well, disappeared again. Which left the two of them to decide where they would go. Perhaps they could get intel from the market as well.

Of course, they chose just the opposite. Once again they found themselves in a bar, milling around from person to person as they enjoyed their drinks. It wasn’t until they reached an old man at a table that their day changed. They had come to this town to find a relic that could help them on their quest to keep Alaian’s mark from spreading, and the old man grinned when asked about a Wheel of Broken Sorrows. He explained that the lord of the city, a young pompous man named Marcellus, had the relic and was offering it in return for his beloved companion’s return.

The two men laughed and grinned when told the companion was just a parrot. A rare parrot that was scarlet in color with patches of gold on its feathers. When they showed confidence, the old man simply laughed and raised his cup, dismissing them with an amused wave.

“It’s just a parrot, aye? What can be so hard about finding a pet bird? Can’t have gone far, can it?” Grunnie asked, the smile still on his face.

“Right. I figure it’s somewhere near the lord’s home, so we’ll go that way.... first.” Silaif’s confidence dropped once they stepped outside and his eyes adjusted to the light. This city was known as the City of Birds. How he had forgotten this detail escaped him as he watched parrots swoop through the air.

“Fuck,” said the dwarf.

“Damn,” replied the drow.

Their high spirits dropped slightly as they considered what course of action to take. It was agreed that they should go to the Lord’s manor and search the perimeter, as neither thought the bird would have completely flown the coop, so to speak. And so they went. The hike up the city’s massive hill took the air from both men, the two having to settle on a fountain near the gates of the manor to catch their breath. Silaif leaned back, one hand dipping into the water to swirl and play with it briefly before jumping as a sudden cheer came from somewhere near the marketplace. The two men sighed, assuming somehow that it had to do with their traveling companions.

That was when he spotted it. Settled comfortably on a bench nearby, the target grooming itself in the sun. Silaif clicked his tongue twice, drawing Grunnie’s attention from a group of men and gesturing to the bird.

“Think it’s friendly?” He asked, studying the bird from their seat.

“It’s a pet, right? I figure it probably is.”

“Maybe I should be careful though. Don’t want to scare it, after all.”

“Well, master thief, sneak up on it then,” Grunnie teased, shooing him off with both hands, “Off you go.”

Birds didn’t have binocular vision, but they saw with one eye at a time if he recalled correctly. So if he just took his time, he could sneak up to it just fine. Nodding to his friend he slipped off and to the side, finding the shadows of a building to study the bird. It seemed unassuming enough, continuing its preening while occasionally pausing to look at the area around it.

As he made his way closer to the bird, the dwarf watched quietly with a hint of amusement on his face. Silaif was closer now and crouched, slowly half-crawling his way to the bench where the bird was settled. Just as he reached out with both hands, the bird turned and stared him down with one eye before pecking his face sharply.

“Suck a dick!” The bird commented, giving a second peck before flying away.

The laughter which roared from the dwarf earned a vicious glare from Silaif, but the dwarf didn’t stop laughing. He doubled over, holding his sides and stomping his feet as his face reddened from his mirth. The drow was not amused.

It took almost half an hour before they found the bird again, this time settled in what seemed to be a park. It sat in the play equipment, seeming to enjoy the shade as some children played nearby. Upon seeing the bird again, Grunnblau began to grin and had to stifle a giggle.

“You ready for round two, buddy?”

“Absolutely not. It’s your turn to try and catch the bird,” Silaif snapped back, bandages still on his face from the violent pecking assault.

“All right, boy, let me show you how it’s done,” came the dwarf’s reply, the man lacing his fingers together and pushing out, popping his knuckles coyly.

“You do realize I’m older than you,” the drow called after him, slightly annoyed. The dwarf simply gave a giggle before stepping forward.

Kids were running everywhere and he realized the chances of startling the bird were high. He needed to hurry. With bold strides he worked his way to the covered play equipment, hands grabbing the handles to either side of his head and pulling up before grabbing the rungs of the ladder. Silaif, settled on a log nearby, had to cover his mouth at the scene. The dwarf climbing the childrens’ playground equipment looked for all the world like a massively hairy child.

“Here birdy birdy. Who’s a pretty bird?” The man spoke in a soft and slightly higher voice once he reached the bird, crouching slightly as he inched forward, hands extended. “That’s right, you’re the pretty bird! Come to papa, come on.”

The bird hopped in its spot, Silaif leaning forward as a quiet rage built at the idea of the bird simply hopping to Grunnie, when the unexpected happened. At least, unexpected to the dwarf.

“Suck a dick!” The bird chirped out, hopping backward until the covered slide and zooming down it’s length. Grunnie didn’t think. He charged after it and in that moment made his mistake. One that Silaif laughed himself to tears over.

From where the drow sat, or rather knelt as he laughed until he wheezed, all he could see was the top of the covered slide and two stubby dwarven legs frantically kicking in the air. The bird appeared at the end, gave a chirp, and flew off.

Silaif had to break the slide with Grunnie’s hammer to get the dwarf out. Suddenly the dwarf’s mood was sour, the man’s brows drawn together as an unusual silence fell over him. From that point on, for almost two hours, they would find the bird and receive it’s favorite phrase as it put them through some calamity.

Over two hours of hell. They had been led into a convent and beaten away with brooms by the sisters there, fallen into a dog kennel and had to run from the dogs (something Silaif had been better at than his friend), gotten stuck in more places, burned, and dropped in filth. The two men, ragged and filthy, were now standing close to the entrance of the city and staring up the tree. There sat the bird as the two men glared at it.

“I’m not climbing the tree,” the drow commented with pure frustration.

“Obviously I’m not either,” came the agitated reply. The two men fell silent as the bird, giving squawks to the sky, lifted his tail to relieve himself. The dropping fell on the men’s shoulders, both still and silent as the final insult came.

“Suck a dick!”

Silaif didn’t even see the hammer appear in Grunnie’s hand, the man raising it and hitting the tree hard enough the trunk split, the large arboreal being crashing onto the cobblestones with a loud groan.

“Grunnie! Grunnie wait! We can’t kill the bird! We need it alive to give to the lord, Grunnie!”

Silaif went after his friend as the man stomped along the trunk, looking at the wreckage for any sign of the enemy. The bird’s head popped up among green leaves, spotting the two men.

“Suck a-”

“NO. YOU SUCK A DICK.” Grunnie roared as he grabbed the bird by the neck and slung it into his bag of holding.

It was caught. They had caught the bird. The two men, with this relief now settling on them, began to brokenly laugh.

“What the fuck happened to you guys?” A woman’s voice, the elf ranger, commented as they stepped over the remains of the decimated tree.

“We went hunting,” was all Silaif could think to say.

“Well, while you two were doing nothing I have been busy.” Silaif’s ears twitched in annoyance at the pompous tone of their paladin, Max walking over with several people following behind them. Tucked under his arm was what appeared to be a small wheel.

“Max. Is that the relic?” The drow was hesitant to ask the question, his voice faltering. Grunnie’s eyes narrowed, face beginning to turn red.

“Yeah! You see, these people worship Palor now and when I told them why we were here, they went and got the wheel for me. According to Alaian though, it’s just a broken wheel from some fabled caravan or somethin’.”

“WHAT.” Grunnie roared, fists clenched tight.

“Grunnie!”

“WHAT IS THIS. NO.”

“Grunnie, Grunnie wait!”

“NO. NO. I’M FUCKING DONE. I’M FUCKING DONE.”

Silaif tried to calm his friend down as the dwarf began to storm away from the group, the drow following behind with hands gently outstretched. Max gave an annoyed sigh, one eyebrow raised as he called after Grunnie.

“We don’t have time for this, Grunnie. We can’t wait around for you to go suck a dick,” the priest called after the dwarf, he stopped suddenly in his tracks.

“Heh. Heh heh. Eh heh hee hee.” The laughter came, short and broken from the dwarf as Silaif held his breath.

It was very likely that Max could die this day.

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GET IN THE CLOSET SHINJI ((7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN))

[3 :: Shy/Awkward kiss]

The bar was loud as all bars were, men laughing loudly at a table near them. He had lost count of how many drinks had been consumed, knowing that regardless of the count it was far too high. They both were feeling it, and the others were fuck knew where.

A noise nearby alerted him, the man looking to the marvel of the cursed cousins, this one looking like a... a camel?

“Every day is hump day with that one, huh?” Silaif commented to Grunnie, the man spluttering into his mug before laughing. The camel was not so impressed and was quick to inform them that they were being cut off. It was like two children had been told they had to leave the playground, both drunken faces falling into pouts. Yet the camel did not relent, merely blinking with long bored lashes.

The two men helped each other up the stairs, leaning against one another, and chatted as they staggered along. Once they made it to their room, Silaif dumped Grunnie on the bed who simply bounced and laughed. Even in his drunken haze, Silaif loved seeing the man laugh. The way his eyes closed and his grin split his face were just too charming.

Without thinking he went to sit by his friend, who rose and gave a bleary smile. The giggles subsided as they gazed at one another for a moment, something seeming to settle between them. In that moment, it seemed only natural. 

The pain in his forehead suggested that Grunnie thought the same, the two colliding midway as they made their move. Both men clasped a hand over their forehead, laughing and smiling before lowering their hands to look at one another. Slowly leaning in this time, their lips touched in the briefest of kisses. Upon pulling away, he found himself smiling softly. It was a weird feeling, and almost awkward, but he didn’t regret it. He would never regret it.

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SEVEN MINUTES; *sticks muh leggie up real far* {{ @ Adaelel }}

[12 :: Neck kiss]

“You know, I didn’t ask for this.”

“I tend to simply stop asking and just go with it, honestly.”

The god had answered so candidly that Silaif could only groan. He had come here in search of information, but instead found himself having to hide from an angry group of men. Obviously a drow within a brothel would do nothing but steal and kill. 

It was when he burst into the midst of an orgy that he found him, the grinning god all too satisfied with himself as he observed the group before him. Silaif stood dumbfounded for a moment at all the naked forms, the sort of haze the room had, and the delighted smile that danced across Adaelel’s face.

“Dosel! Hello there! Come, come. Would you like a woman today? Or perhaps this fine fellow right here? If you go at him from behind he may even look a bit like Alai-”

Shouts in the hall drew his attention, smile fading into a frown. While any day of the week he could use his natural abilities, he preferred to not. It was far simpler to lie low and not draw the attention of his peers than show his gifts and bring their ire upon his own head.

“Adaelel, I have to hide,” Silaif pleaded, a grimace on his face.

And that was how they had ended up in the closet, the god smugly smiling at the drow as they were pressed against one another in the tight space. The men could be heard outside, but were being distracted and redirected by the lovers in the room.

“You’re trembling,” Adaelel murmured, brows drawing together in concern before he wrapped his arms around the smaller man. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t let them hurt you. You’re a friend of my dear one, and are a friend of mine after all.”

He allowed himself to be comforted by the words and touch, head resting on Adaelel’s shoulder as the man shifted to sit, allowing Silaif to settle in his lap. Tentatively he kissed what he could reach, the man’s neck, and smiled to hear the soft sigh.

“Thank you.”

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SEVEN MINUTES; Ahem.

[21:: Ear Nibble]

“Alaian.”

Silence.

“Alaian.”

More silence. Silaif frowned as he looked at the man who casually sat at the table, studying tomes that Aryan had laying around. He often disappeared into his thoughts or reading whenever something bothered him. It seemed Grunnie seducing his old friend was one such thing.

But to completely shut them out? They were there for information, looking for answers together. Why did he have to pull away? Why was he always pulling away?

“Hey, Alaian. Come on now, you can’t ignore me,” he commented with a gentle teasing tone in his voice. Yet, to the contrary, Alaian could do just that. And so, as if proving a point, the god turned a page.

Silaif’s ear twitched in annoyance, the man frowning as he looked down at the blonde before him. A devious thought came to mind, lips curving up with a smirk as gold eyes darted the room, checking for the location of the others. They were busy searching elsewhere, it seemed.

Bending at the waist he leaned forward, one hand gripping the man’s shoulder while the other slipped around and rested on the throat just under the jaw, fingers digging into the jawline to hold him in place.

Alaian gave an indignant sound, startled by the sudden movement. His hair seemed to fluff, not too different from an owl, and Silaif couldn’t help but smirk. Long pale fingers gripped the book tightly, crinkling the pages under his thumbs slightly.

“What is it?” The voice sounded slightly strained, different from the cold demeanor they were used to. 

“I’ve been trying to get your attention. Seems that I finally have it. Now that I do,” with an impish grin he leaned even closer, letting his teeth catch a pointed ear. The shudder that traveled Alaian’s form was well worth it. 

“H-How dare you! You can’t just go nibbl-” The god’s words were cut short as the eat was nipped more sharply than before. Satisfied, Silaif released the man and turned, sitting on the edge of the table.

“Just need to talk about this guy, what we might find, and how you’re doing. Come on... you can talk to me, right?”

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💏 He's gonna smooch everyone and you know it. {{ @Adaelel }}

[Kiss meme - 2::Goodnight]

The god had been wounded in defending the group. Their getaway had been ugly, Krotel’s rage fierce, and in the process he had been harmed. What were they to do? They had been desperate and he came to guard his loved one without thought.

Loved one. Grunnie hadn’t accepted that yet, had he? Perhaps after this display, the heartsore dwarf could better accept the god’s advances. Such a love needed to be accepted, after all. 

Adaelel had only woken once, and briefly at that. Grunnie had been there with him the whole time, hoping for his eyes to open again, and Silaif felt for his friend. Even as he checked on them in their room, he did so tenderly. Grunning had fallend asleep beside his lover, cuddled to him and clinging like a desperate child. Smiling gently, Silaif leaned over them in the bed and gently tucked them in. His lips settled on Grunnie’s brow, then Adaelel’s as well.

“Good night my friends,” he murmured before putting out the candle for the night.

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💏 Shh, he doesn't secretly want the smooch

[Kiss meme - 15::Passionately]

Alaian was speaking, his mouth forming words which flowed freely out, but what was he saying? He was babbling nervously, but about what?

“It isn’t like I haven’t shared the room with someone before, it just hasn’ been in some time. But if you need the space to yourself there are other places I can go, just let me know and-”

“Oh shut up.” The words came out in a growl, Alaian emitting a soft gasp before his mouth snapped shut. Silaif strolled forward, emboldened by their being alone in the space. “Just. Be. Quiet.”

There was barely any space between them, Silaif finally caving to what separated the mortals from the gods- raw emotion.

He slammed Alaian against the wall, earning a whine from the god before he claimed his mouth forcefully. The lock was brief, breaking long enough for Silaif to study the god’s face.

Alaian’s lower lip trembled, already darkening from the kiss, yet his eyes held something in them that suggested a need for something more.

He kissed the man again, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. To his surprise, Alaian replied in kind, arms wrapping around his neck as hands dug into shorn white hair. There was a heat, a need within the response that drove Silaif to press against him, keeping him firmly pressed against the wall, their bodies crushed together. A groan left him as Alaian squirmed, the drow sure to nip the man’s lower lip before pulling back slightly. They were both panting, hearts pounding, and Alain’s lips were brusing. Silaif wanted to bruise him even more, to make him feel fo ronce instead of remaining distant. And he would.

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“Guess what I’ve got in my pockets right now.”

“I swear in the name of the gods, if this is another trick to get me to grab your dick, I will fucking end your.”

“It’s not, it’s not, I promise,” said the dwarf, hands raised defensively, eyes blinking innocently.

Silaif knelt before the dwarf and reached cautiously out, running his hand along the man’s thigh to his pocket. The shape was curious at first, but after a moment was all too familiar.

His face collided naturally with Grunnie’s head, the man hitting the ground only to laugh. Silaif stormed away, swearing, as his friend merely laughed himself to tears over a job well done.

Again.

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👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had?

Silaif chokes on his drink, spluttering into the cup, and tries to process the question again. Perhaps he didn’t hear what he thought he heard and offers a small “’Scuse me?”

“I said, what was the most recent vivid dream that you had, ya daft idjit,” the question is repeated, the dwarf leaning forward and waggling his eyebrows slightly. “Was it dirty?”

“I don’t like what you’re implying,” the drow responded curtly, turning slightly in his seat away from the other to study the bar’s patrons, his face hot and his throat suddenly tight.

“Oho!” Silaif jumped as the man slapped a hand on the table, ears twitching as he turned to look at his companion-

“G-Grunnie. Why are you so close to me?” Golden eyes were barely distant from the dwarf’s gemlike eyes, the twinkle in them more apparent as their noses touched. He swallowed and Grunnie smirked.

“Ah’m gonna make ye uncomfortable until I get the goods. Now, what was the dream lad?”

“You do realize I’m older than you?” He tried to deflect the question, but found it increasingly difficult as patrons began to notice the dwarf on the table, intimately close to the drow. “Gods’ sake, get down. I’ll tell you,” he hissed, looking around. Silaif hated attention and Grunnie damn well knew it.

“It was dirty, yes,” he noted the smug grin from the dwarf he leaned back, sitting on the table now and giving Silaif space. “It was about Alaian...”

“HA. I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT,” crowed the dwarf loudly, all grin and no decency. Leaning forward slightly, he beamed. “And what else?”

“He and... Ithyldn were... um...”

“Wait. Hold on. Him AND Ithyldn?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. What was going down?”

“They were.”

“What?”

A beat.

“WHAT. WAIT. WERE THEY. ON YOU? BOI!”

Silaif decided drinking himself into a stupor was the best option for the night as Grunnie made a series of incomprehensible sounds of shock.

There was not enough beer in the building to get him through the night.

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Letter or Scroll: &+✉

The ink flows across the paper in swoops and patterns, the idle thoughts of the drow forcing his hand almost like it were separate from himself. Its consciousness forcing itself along until on the page is a face. Alaian’s face. He smiles and touches a dry segment of the sketch, imagining the smoothness of the parchment to be the soft curve of the man’s skin.

Again the pen is moving, a soft smile on his lips.

As the stars shine tonight, I have come to realize that it is no suprise that your mother was the guardian of the moon itself. You, with your pale skin and waving hair, glow with the purity of that orb. And like the moon, you draw me to you like the tide, only to push me away as you depart.

How many times will you push me away, when all I can do is gravitate toward you? In my life, I have known pain and hardship. Loneliness and grief have long been my friends. I have nothing, therefore there is nothing I can give.

Yet what I do have are things you have lacked in your life. For every blow your family has given you, I offer a gentle hand. For every cruel word uttered, I will whisper against your skin the sweetest praise. The mouths that have offered you curses will be silenced as mine covers yours with tender kisses. You need not rest your head on stone pillars as you hide, for I will be there for you to rest upon.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

And this feeling won’t go away. It won’t disappear. Even as you try to flee from my life, I will carry you on my lips and in my heart as I watch the moon. You are here, home, and finally I understand what home means.

For hours he considers the letter before tossing it into the flame, kissing it gently before fingers let slip the paper and the heat laps across the surface. He watches it burn and finds himself smiling. For once, he has a secret the god does not know. He who kept so many secrets, would not know his.

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Roman representation of Tiber as a god (Tiberinus) with cornucopia at the Campidoglio, Rome 

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You’re scared, you must have saw something.

His heart was hammering in his chest, hands clammy as he forced himself to take a breath. With the others, he could force a smile to his face and work his way out of this situation, but not with Grunnie. His best friend knew better.

“It’s this dungeon, Grunnie. I don’t want to be here. I thought I saw a creature I want nothing to do with.” Goblins, he thought bitterly. It stirred old fears, made him nervous, and all he wanted was to go back to the surface and to the sun.

Perhaps he could throw a tantrum and cause a minor injury, something that Max would obviously not heal, and could hobble his way back up to the surface. Yet now that he had been found out, that plan would likely be canned.

“It’ll be fine though. Don’t worry about it,” his tone shifted to one more upbeat, an attempt to bring himself out of his sense of unease. He bounced in place, shaking out his arms, and nodded more to himself than to his companion. “We’ve got this, right? It’s just another dungeon.”

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✿

In hastily scratched script the note is written, tucked into one of Grunnie’s pockets at a time unknown to the dwarf.

So there’s this guy who knows some details on the head honcho in town, but we’re gonna have to make him give us the goods. We could do this the hard way, but this guy looks good, so I say why don’t we get the details the fun way? The key to his house is in your pocket. Wear the red thong, that’s my favorite on you.

-S

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fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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