From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Loren opened his mouth, then closed it, deciding against making another comment. Instead, he just felt his eyes once again glued to Frey’s mouth as they took a sensual bite from the apple. He could feel the typical heat building in his stomach, and his body responding accordingly.
However, the corners of his eyes crinkled as he let out a huff of laughter. ”Hey, if it works, I’ll wear it.” Although he was making a joke, he wasn’t actually kidding. If there was protection, he’d use it, no matter how ridiculous it looked. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he'd made a complete and utter fool of himself.
Then, though, as the mirrored sensation of the god’s lips being licked brushed, phantom-like, against his own lips he shivered with pleasure. And he let out a little moan as their fingers slipped behind his ear. Immediately, he found himself arching into the touch, pressing the side of his head into their palm. ”I can do it.” The answer might’ve been half-panted, but there was a great deal of certainty behind it.
"Well alright then hun." The god all but purred, close enough now that the Launceleyn would feel the warm puffs of air as the god laughed. Leaning forward so that their lips would brush against the folds of Loren's ear as they spoke, Frey gave him his tasks:
"A secrete deep and dark must be revealed to someone who might hate you for it. A proper secret now, don't you go twisting words to try and get out of it. Bring me something fake, thought to be real, and something real, thought to be fake—" This they'd leave up to the summoner's interpretation, puling back with a mysterious smile to indicate that no, they'd not elaborate.
Shuddering with pleasure as Frey’s lips brushed against his ear, Loren did his best to maintain coherent thoughts. Indeed, he managed to listen to their instructions, though that didn't actually help him understand the words. However, his eyes widened, and he swallowed at the tasks that they laid out, particularly the first one.
Still, he'd agreed, and he knew the danger in backing out of a deal with a god. So he took a deep, shuddering and yet still steadying breath. Then determination crossed his features and he nodded. "I will do as you asked." Smiling, a real smile, one that lit up his whole face, he stared up at Frey, an adoring look in his eyes. "Thank you." His tone was genuinely grateful.
A low and sultry growl left the deity's lips, feeling the wave of arousal threatening to cloud Loren's thoughts and seeing just how deftly the Launceleyn was able to push it away. "Best of luck, blue-eyes." Frey said pulling back, a brow raised and a challenging smile upon their lips.
With a wink, Frey disappeared leaving behind the scent of honey-suckle and softly-fading laughter. The jar of honey and the apple were gone too.
The growl threatened to swamp Loren entirely, but somehow he kept his head. Indeed, he met Frey’s challenging smile with a grin of his own. It betrayed a confidence that he didn’t quite feel. Although he knew the deity could sense the emotions, he equally knew that projecting confidence was important. However, he breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed the back of his head when they finally disappeared.
It was probably unwise to linger, so he scrambled to his feet. However, his steps were slow even as his mind raced, trying to figure out what he could do and bring that would fit the god's requests. He tried to keep the dread from rising as he concerned what secrets he knew, and who might hate him for them.
