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EVENT #1: FAE FESTIVITIES
INTO THE WOODS
Click Clock Wood (Spring) by Grant Kirkhope
2:05 / 4:59
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Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.
After making your way through the tiny farming town of Ich and out towards the rim of a massive raised crater, you will find yourself being led through a narrow split in the canyon wall. Inside, glow worms cling to the ceiling and create the illusion of a thousand twinkling stars above the moistened rocks.
When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.
A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.
There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.
Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.
Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.
The rules read as follows:
When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.
A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.
There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.
Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.
Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.
The rules read as follows:
- DO:
- ⁂ Accept gifts from the Fae.
⁂ Sample the food provided at the party ONLY.
⁂ Play games with the Fae.
⁂ Feel at ease to rest in the provided huts.
⁂ Keep tabs on your shadow lest it wander.
- ⁂ Make a TRADE with the Fae.
⁂ Provide any personal items as gifts or otherwise to the Fae.
⁂ Provide your true name to the Fae.
⁂ Wander away from the designated party area.
⁂ Ascend any staircases you find in the woods.
- ⁂ If you see an old woman hiking through the area, feel free to stop her and lie to her. The more brazen and obvious the lie the better. She appreciates this!
GAMES & ENTERTAINMENT
Amongst the games and attractions are a variety of fun possibilities!
GAMES
- ⁂ Battleship! (Fae Style!) A number of Fae will be hiding on a large grid of flowers. You guess the locations and if you are correct then you will win a small prize! It is a cup of nectar that refills endlessly, and numbs any pains you may have. This works even outside of the forest and can be taken home.
Every time you miss though, you receive a small 'curse.' Nothing harmful! Maybe you’re just rotating in place for the next hour, your ears become daisies, or you grow a tree out of your head? (Feel free to come up with your own silly ideas!) All of the curses will dissipate after a time or upon leaving the forest and none will do any harm or cause pain. The Fae are all about fun tricks, not hurting anyone!
⁂ Dress Up Darlings! You enter a booth and allow the Fae to decide your outfit! Upon the agreement that you'll wear it the rest of the party, of course, no matter how silly or ridiculous it is.
⁂ Bobbing For Onions! Yes, you read that right. Bobbing for onions. There are onions floating around... in water. You have to catch them with your teeth. The prize for success is a Bag of Onions. This bag never runs out of onions. They are always fresh and always onions. Not always the same kind of onion, but always onions nonetheless. This bag works outside of the forest and can be taken home.
⁂ What's In The Box? There is a box. There is something in it. Maybe it's frogs. Maybe it's slugs. Possibly bugs? Maybe apples. We don’t know. Stick your hand in the box and take a guess at what you’re touching! If you’re right, you win the contents of the box!
We'll let players decide via coin flip, rolls, or however they want if their guess is correct! Any items won though will be common, every day items like mentioned and nothing especially exciting. Unless you're really into frogs. Then it's your lucky day, apparently!
ENTERTAINMENT
- ⁂ Slayd & The Possums! Slayd is here and he’s throwing down the banjo tunes with his possum pals. Feel free to join him if you are musically inclined! The Fae will provide any instrument your heart desires! They can't grant you the ability to play it though if you don't know how.
⁂ The Crowning of the King of Misrule! Randomly chosen by the Fae, enter a lottery to be chosen as the King of Misrule for the evening. You will be dressed in a stupid outfit and granted Fae wings for the night! You also have the insatiable urge to play harmless pranks on people. The Fae will also give you a "Special Gift" at the end of the party...
FOR THE FOOLISH
Ahh, but there are rule breakers amongst us aren't there? If you choose to sneak away from the party, chances are nobody will stop you; however, you are now on your own in the Talahee Forest.
The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.
Best that you lie.
The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.
Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.
⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger
Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.
You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!
⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs
The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.
You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)
Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.
FIRST LAYER
Rak'tika Greatwood Theme ( Civilizations ) by Masayoshi Soken
4:34 / 5:15
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"Civilizations" prominently features a female vocalist. The lyrics are in the Ronkan language, and has not been officially translated.
The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.
Best that you lie.
SECOND LAYER
Click Clock Wood (Autumn) by Grant Kirkhope
1:12 / 4:11
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Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.
The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.
Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.
⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger
THIRD LAYER
Saint Mocianne's Arboretum (Hard) by Masayoshi Soken
2:50 / 5:10
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...hordes of aggressive plant life exposed to the strange substance stand between you and the information you seek.
Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.
You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!
⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs
FOURTH LAYER
Poison Tree by Grouper
0:30 / 3:16
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'Poison Tree' is a meditation on the complexities of anger and the internal conflict it causes. It draws inspiration from William Blake's poem of the same name.
The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.
You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)
Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.
Notes
⁂ For the game prizes, we're using the honor system here! So long as you clear the roll then you can receive a prize with no mod permission needed.
⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!
⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!
⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!
⁂ Full Navigation ⁂
- - Battleship: If you roll a d20 above a 13, you can receive one of the nectar cups.
- Bobbing For Onions: If you roll a d20 above a 10, you can receive one of the bag of onions. En...joy...?
⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!
⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!
⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!
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Ravus squints, not quite at Noctis, but like he can visualize his own emotions and leer at them. Is he jealous? That seems odd, given he's only even figured out he likes kisses a few hours ago. Is it even possible to feel jealous that quickly? Maybe, but it's never particularly been in Ravus' nature. No, he thinks this might be something else, something deeper.
What it is, he couldn't quite say. But it feels like an old ache, a kind of longing without the hot spike of envy driven into his heart. Ah, but that doesn't address the question, or the sulky prince in his lap.
"It's not whining," Ravus insists, a touch petulant. "It's commiserating." Then, quieter, Ravus murmurs, "and it wasn't meant to be hurtful."
It takes far too long for the cogs in his mind to make their full rotations, all gummed up by toxic fumes and confusing emotions. But when they do finally grind past each other, Ravus suddenly snaps his head up to gawk at Noctis with a stupid realization.
"Wait- Pardon, but... Does that mean you wished for something like that, from me?" That doesn't seem right, but why else would Noctis be grumbling like that? If it hardly made a difference in his wants, he wouldn't be making such sulky rebukes, surely.
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The quiet discontent that his words might even have been hurtful only earns him another uncommon smile, fingers carding through silver strands in a reassuring sort of petting. "I know..." Before he can play it off as teasing though Ravus' mismatched eyes are suddenly on him and something about the stunned surprise there makes Noctis pause. He could just tease him, sure, but the fact that he seems so shocked by the idea, the way he stresses it.... Noctis' hand slides through his hair again, fingers coming back up to cradle his cheek.
"Who wouldn't?" It might sound a bit cheesy but it even surprises Noctis, just how earnest the words are.
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"Most, I should think," he says after a moment. "But you think otherwise. I don't rightly understand, but... It's not with complaint." Alright, so his face is a little red saying that, but it's not terrible.
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Maybe he can't.
How is this man so unfailingly honest and sincere and does not understand that there's anything appealing about him? And that's not even talking about how gorgeous he is. (Perhaps it should mean something to him, that Noctis even thinks that much. He so rarely does think like that about others.) "And before you say anything about.... y'know... things you've done-" He pauses, taking in a breath, swallowing down the lingering pain of what those actions wrought. He has to bring it up though because he knows how this argument goes. He's had it a thousand times with Prompto and even a few times with Gladio and Ignis over the years though... not so much about the kissing thing just the whole... being a good person part of it.
"Everything you've done has been in the worst possible circumstances! And all of it fueled by love and loyalty and... there's an appeal to that too. The idea that someone would go to such lengths for someone they love." His expression softens, a silly lovestruck sort of smile tugging at his lips. "You and Iggy are a lot alike in that. Maybe he hasn't had to do anything as terrible as what you've been through but... he does so much for the people he loves." It's really ridiculous that he didn't realize sooner how deep Ignis' feelings for him went.
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But it always comes down to what he's done. Ravus has defined himself in what he's had to do, and what he was always willing to do. There is so much of Ravus, as a purpose, and so little of Ravus, as a person to his own consideration. Yet Noctis wants to look past that, digs beneath arm's length armor he wears, to tell him he's somebody, instead of something.
Ah, but to be compared to Ignis with that soft, besotted look? It's too much. There's a want in him that's aching and cautious. The grounded, leashed part of him knows better though. The part that isn't sure he can shoulder the burden of trying to be as wholy good and deserving of that love as Ignis, after everything.
He can't take it. He has to tell Noctis to stop, but the words are caught in his throat. So near, so close, the next best thing is to follow a new impulse. Ravus presses up into those hands that rake through his hair, and crashes their lips together in a firm, but quick kiss. Just long enough to settle the ache, and keep this too-forgiving boy from saying more.
"I suspect," Ravus says softly, breathing just as quietly against Noctis' lips where he barely pulls away. "There is little Ignis would not do. But to compare us? You should not lower him to me."
CW: tipsy idiots kissing
"I think... he'd be rather touched." Noct even lets his voice fall into a slight accent, not quite mimicking Ignis' but clearly implying that those are words he'd use. "At the comparison and how much you love him."
Because it is so glaringly obvious now, that is exactly what it is. Ravus may not be fiercely jealous but there is a longing there that could only be explained as such. Enough to make Noctis wonder what else happens in the future that would draw the two of them so close. Not that it would take much, as far as he's concerned. Anyone would fall in love with Ignis, given half a chance.
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"That was a terrible impression." Except he did know exactly who Noctis was trying to tease him about, so was it really that bad? And his voice is somber where he should be exasperated. In that melancholy way that is all long shadows where most would look to light.
Usually, he's not altogether fidgety, but with something so steep to suddenly dwell on, he wrings his fingers into the thick fur along Noctis' lower back.
"I am not so certain," he says after a moment, "then again, I am not certain of anything any longer." No. No, he doesn't want to fall into this trap again. The one that makes him think living in the woods is still a better idea. He wants to keep kissing Noctis and talking about Ignis and riding out this ridiculous high that actually makes him feel good if he just stops dwelling on every mistake.
Wait- the kissing part might need addressing. There's already been one sudden, unprompted kiss in his night prior. That's not supposed to happen, his addled brain ever-so helpfully supplies.
"Err, my apologies about the sudden kiss. I should have asked." With his face flushed, he actually looks sheepish about the whole affair. "You're not upset." Is it a question? An observation? Hopeful? Unsure? Ravus wishes he knew, but thinking is so terribly, terribly difficult right now.
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But Ravus' fingers curl into Noct's fur and he sucks in a sharp breath, back bowing as he lifts his hips slightly. His lower back has always been so sensitive, the tangled mass of scarring there making him hyperaware of every touch. Merging that with an almost feline instinct to arch up into any touch near what will soon be his tail? It leaves Ravus with Noctis pressed firmly against his chest, weight rocked forward so he can arch into his hand.
There's a low, satisfied sort of groan that escapes the younger prince as he leans in closer. A brief shake of his head as if to deny the apology entirely before he lets his head rest on Ravus' shoulder. Warm lips settle against pale skin, languid kisses along Ravus' throat while Noctis tries to drag his mind back to the conversation. "Not upset. It's nice. You're nice."
And if one of Noctis' hands curls tighter into that silver mane, mimicking the hold Ravus has in his fur well.... fair's fair.
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Whatever he was expecting quickly flies right out the window in favor of owlish blinking down at the extremely feline gesture. He doesn't remove his hand, nor does he stop the slow curl and flex of his fingers in the downy fur. Nothing too intense, just the slow test of that reflex, and how it pulls such interesting sounds out of Noctis.
He's not upset, which is good, Ravus idly thinks. Because the thought is truly only passing once the other prince presses warm kisses along his neck. He can likely feel the hard swallow Ravus has to choke down to keep from making any curious noises of his own. All that properly escapes is the hard exhalation he forces out, and the sharp way he takes in another breath in the hopes of keeping it somewhat together. It's really not helped by the slight tug at his scalp where Noctis has his fingers woven through his hair.
"I've yet to accused of such a thing," he manages to say with minimal slurring. Low, and deep, breathed out just between the two of them. Almost like he's forgotten they're technically in a crowded public space, and he likely shouldn't be taking such a tone with someone that's already spoken for quite a few times over.
Really, that scandalous thought makes him almost laugh. Just an amused sound he muffles in Noctis' hair. How ridiculous. He really must be so far gone to have such wild notions floating about. He's only got the crown prince of Lucis, barely clothed, in his lap, and arching his hips up into Ravus' hands. Kissing his neck, telling him he's nice, practically reining him by the hold in his mane. That's all!
"You're like a house cat," is the brilliant thing he tacks on. "I've always been more of a dog person, but I'm seeing the appeal."
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True to his word Noctis does as cats do, greedily pushing up into Ravus' hand with a drawn out groan of satisfaction. Demanding and greedy and very much taking what he wants consequences be damned. Which is also what has him so very close to Ravus once again, ocean eyes gone dark and heated. Then Noctis closes the distance between them, capturing Ravus' lips in another kiss. This time he does not surrender it, though. No he stays right there, lips pressed firmly against the other man's, lapping gently at the seam of his lips until he can delve his tongue into Ravus' mouth. It doesn't really occur to him that, so much older than him, Ravus might not be terribly familiar with the sort of deep, possessive kiss Noctis presses upon him.
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Ravus feels his face flush and heat crawl down his body in new and strange ways. The tickle of breath against his neck, warm and dark and deliberate sets his heart at a rabbit-quick pace. And that speaks nothing of what else those eager sounds do to him.
It's an odd, but pleasant thing, curious and new. Some part of him doesn't know what to do with it, detached and unsure if he should chase it. The other is wrapped up in the taste and press of Noctis' mouth, and refuses to let that worry win out. Inexperienced as he is, there's a clumsiness to the way he makes a soft, confused noise, and tilts his head just a bit. Whatever he's properly meant to do, he simply gives into that possessive motion, lips parting faintly as if it's been commanded of him.
Unfortunately, he's only had his first kiss a few hours ago. But he's easy to lead, and quick to learn. Ravus thinks he can manage, if only to keep the depth of that warmth so close with Noctis in his lap.
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It's hard to remember how difficult it can be to figure out how to breathe when kissing someone so deeply, though, and it does not occur to him to back off to give the older man space to catch his breath. He's far too busy luxuriating in the heat of Ravus' mouth, soft lips and the strong line of his jaw beneath one clawed thumb. If the other prince's fingers remain there, low on his back, he will have to suffer the consequences, however. Namely the way Noctis squirms against him, pressing in close to his chest, weight solid and warm in his lap before rolling against him to lift into the scratches. At least until it becomes too much of an arch in his back and he slumps in close again with a shudder and soft whines.
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Now if he could just catch his breath, clear his head, and actually think- well, that's a lot to ask for. The way he starts to get a touch dizzy with the heat and lack of air is a mild inconvenience, but it doesn't rightly stop Ravus from trying to chase that soft pleasure. Not at first, anyway. Not until he finds himself digging his claws into the downy fuzz at Noctis' hip to keep him closer, keep him still. The possessive flex of his claws can't quite get down to skin, where he wants to dig in properly. Something that spikes a wave of greedy heat through him, and he growls low against the other prince.
And like Noctis, it's not a human sound he makes. Which is precisely what snaps him from the fog.
Ravus gently draws away, finally dragging in lungfuls of air in the minute space he leaves between them. While he works on catching his lungs up to speed, his hands skim up Noctis' sides, along his arms, and up along his neck. Until he so carefully holds the younger's face. Odd eyes, pupils blown wide, regard Noctis with a soft affection. Could they continue to fall apart like this? Certainly. But doesn't Noctis deserve better? Better than inebriated escapades without an ounce of all the romance that should accompany a pair of princes courting? A terrible pang plucks at his heart, realizing he nearly ruined that. It's precisely why he desperately tries to hold to his resolve of doing things right. Ravus tries to say as much between panting breaths.
"It's hard to think like this," he prefaces, the unspoken bit being that he may mangle this where he's usually rather florid with his words. "But I would wish for you to have better than the mire on my mind that makes me clumsy and... crass, I suppose. You deserve more than this."
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It takes another beat before Noct can focus on the words Ravus is saying and not the way kiss-bruised lips move, pink and full against impossibly pale skin. For just an instance Noctis wants to argue, his jaw tensing beneath the other man's fingers as his mind catches up. What he deserves sounds an awful lot like what someone else has decided for him yet again. As the rest of what Ravus says actually sinks in though he is left smiling softly. He shakes his head a little, dismissing that flicker of anger and pressing his face into Ravus' palm to leave another kiss there. Then another at his wrist and another... and another, gradually working up his arm until Noct is leaning so far into him that he has little choice but to collapse against his chest once more.
The kiss that follows his fall, yet again finding those perfect lips, is soft and languid, though. No more than the press of lips and a hum of contentment. "Are you saying you want to take me on a date, Ravus?" Playful and warm, words slurred sleepily together in places. He makes a point of clearing his throat a little, though, so he can finish the thought with more clarity. He doesn't want Ravus doubting the sincerity of his words simply because he's had one too many glasses of wine. "'Cause I think I'd really like that."
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At first, the tension under his hand makes Ravus thinks he's going to be fought about this. As much as it pains him, he's ready to push Noctis off of him. The poison doesn't mar his strength, after all. But it melts under his fingertips again, and the look Noctis shows him is a soft thing when he looks up from nuzzling Ravus' palm. He's relieved to see it, but even more so, he's transfixed by the trail of kisses up his arm. Heart thundering so hard it feels like it slams into his ribs, bursting to escape. Until he's slipping his hands down to hold the other prince steady against him, but more to feel as if he can pin that frantic beat down between them. His embrace is warm and adequately tight enough to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that, despite what he's been ready to do, he doesn't want to let go of Noctis.
"I would, yes. And full glad I am to hear it's an agreeable idea, yet it's more than that. I would wish to court you properly. To show you that I am worthy, and not merely- err... not just these fumblings while I can barely think a few words ahead of myself." Ravus says in that earnest way of his, because otherwise it might sound ridiculous. Like he's only ever understood romance in the pages of storybooks. Oops-
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Thankfully it's also a hell of a lot easier to hide now. Hopefully, Ravus is as painfully inexperienced as his kisses might have implied and won't be thinking too hard about the extra heat against him. Or maybe that's exactly why he might be thinking about it. Noctis heaves out a breath, burying his face in Ravus' shoulder for a moment with a quiet groan.
"You can't just say things like that. What did I say about making people swoon?" His tone is playful but there's a hint of something strained under it. Something that has Noct tilting his head to press another kiss against Ravus' jaw, teeth nibbling softly at the skin there. "Y-yeah... I get what you mean... but I should really get out of your lap then..." Reluctant as all hell but it needs to be said.
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He doesn't want it to end. But Noctis insists, and that soft teething at such delicate skin reminds him they're far older now. Thankfully, Ravus doesn't equate the extra heat to anything besides the press of their bodies. His own changes have made plenty of things internal, but given he's not tested any of it, he hasn't a clue. Still.
Ravus shifts Noctis from his lap, but not away from him entirely. Instead, he tucks the younger against his side, so that contact isn't lost, but perhaps it's not so charged. And where he needs only duck down a bit to kiss Noctis' temples with chaste affection.
"You should consider what sort of date you might enjoy though. My intent, and way of apologizing for this, both."
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The idea that Ravus feels there needs to be any sort of apology for this, though, sits poorly with him. Sure maybe he's too romantic to want to get carried away like this but that's still nothing to apologize for. "You're not doing anything to apologize to me." And the pout in his voice, the way Noctis wrinkles his nose, makes it clear just how distasteful he finds the idea.
"But I will...... try to think of something for a date. This place is pretty boring as a whole so we're gonna have to come up with something on our own." He huffs a sigh but pulls his legs up onto the couch next to him, twisting to lean against Ravus more fully and support his bad leg which is gradually reminding him that there's a reason he's not supposed to be on his knees. "And I uh.... I'll have to talk to the guys."
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"Perhaps not. Consider is an expression of misplacing the order of my steps then." As Noctis twists to get more comfortable against him, Ravus subtly adjusts to let him put as much of himself on him as he needs or likes. There's no shying from the comfortable warmth, something Ravus is finding he really does enjoy more than he ever suspected he might.
While he's relaxed, the haze of poison keeping him at ease despite everything, there's a moment where he does tense. The mention of the others has him... Well, he'd say nervous, but that's not quite right. He's not sure what he's nervous about, but the apprehension is there, and he asks aloud. There is, after all, so much they could hold against him, least of all wanting a date with their future king.
"What do you mean by that?"
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"Just... that I'm gonna tell the guys I'm already dating that... There's someone else I wanna add to the list y'know?" Not that he thinks Ravus would dream for a moment that Noct would hide pretty much anything from the others. Or that he could hide anything from Iggy.
"Don't worry. I can't imagine they'll protest." And, to show just how certain he is of that, Noctis leans in to press a soft sweet kiss to Ravus' lips. Something far more measured and chaste than earlier.
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"They are protective of you," Ravus murmurs into the slight space between them, just before indulging in that sweet kiss. Slowly, his body catches up with his thoughts, and he relaxes against the younger prince. He can only hope things will go as optimistically as Noctis insists. When he draws back, he offers a measure of concession. "But so long as you think it wise, I will not protest."