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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Dropping the apple, Frey would place Phoebe's head in their hands, directing her eyes (open or closed) to gaze up into their own. Blowing on her face as one might a screaming baby to force it to take in a breath, Frey's exhalation would bring with it a sense of serenity and calm.
"You know how I feel about trying new things." They added with a devilish bob of their brows. "But no one here is forcing you honey-leaf. You want to call off all of this? You go right ahead. You want to take the plunge with tall, dark, and stormy here? You can do that too. But like I said, this wedding doesn't mean anything. You stop being married the second you want to. All these rings and vows is just something you silly mortals do to make the promise feel more tangible."
Jata’s words were heard, but only just barely – a whispery echo on the wind in her imaginary Frey world of pink clouds, too-green grass, and silver ponds. It was Frey’s voice that truly cut through her vision, along with the way the deity so easily forced her face up. Her eyes fluttered open, panicked honeyed gaze upon Frey’s handsome face. But as soon as their breath washed over her face it all stopped – the racing heart, the wild thoughts, the spinning, the noise; it all went away. Gentle calm and clarity returned, tears slowing to a halt on her cheeks.
None of this means anything.
Suddenly it made sense, something clicking in the darkest recesses of her mind, where she dared not tread under most circumstances. All this worrying and wishing a dreaming – reaching for things she wanted and trying to make everything right and well and perfect – it didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. Not one bit of it. She could marry Jata today and be done with him tomorrow and what repercussions would there be? Maybe he would be upset? Maybe people would call her stupid or ridiculous? Why did she try so hard to keep everyone else happy when it always ended up with her getting the short end of the stick, stuck with sadness and guilt she didn’t need to carry. It didn’t matter if she was kind or mean. It didn’t matter if she married him or not.
A coldness was creeping into her soul and what warmth remained was held by Frey and Frey alone.
”Thank you, Frey.” she whispered softly, managing a small smile just for them, before looking back at Jata. ”I’m…sorry about that. Let’s go get this done.” she said quietly.
If there was anything that could get her to react, it’s Frey. And he watches silently as the deity gets her attention, explains that it literally doesn’t mean anything, a nickname given to him that causes him to blink for a moment — but he says nothing until she decides what she wishes to do. She breaks out of her stupor, honey eyes finding him, apologizing and instructing to get it done. And he nods, offering his arm to her, gaze lifting to Frey with a small nod.
He turns from Harper and Frey and everyone else, guiding her and walking her toward the altar — not caring if it wasn’t how it was supposed to be done. It had already derailed so far, and at this point it was easier to just get it started, get it over with, move on and see if it worked or it didn’t.
“The feathers are a nice touch.” He offers, voice low as he lets her arm go to get her to stand where she should stand as he takes up the space he had before, steel eyes leaving her to look to Loren with a small nod. A small way of saying ‘let’s get this over with as quickly as possible’ as he reaches for that blue cloth again, waiting.
you made your choice.
do you regret it yet?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Loren had been standing at the front this whole time. Although his eyes had tightened when Hotaru kissed Sunjata, the summoner had done and said nothing. He’d just stayed there as everyone ran off to do only the gods knew what (almost literally in this case) and members of the audience whispered and gossiped among themselves.
However, the bride and groom finally approached. Seeing the bartender’s nod, the Launceleyn straightened up to his full height to proceed with the ceremony as it had been originally been planned.
His voice rang out across the gathering. ”I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely.” He swept his gaze across the audience, expression veiled. ”I’ve spoken to Phoebe and Sunjata extensively, and they are committed to it. While I imagine others have voiced similar sentiments over the past few days, and over the past few minutes, I will allow anyone who wishes to voice a final objection to this marriage to speak their piece. But please, make it quick.” He fell silent as he waited to see if there’d be anyone who actually would say anything.
01-08-2020, 04:58 PM (This post was last modified: 01-08-2020, 05:01 PM by Frey.)
frey
"What do you mean, you?" Frey purred with amusement rife in their eyes as they looked at Loren. With a heat-filled grin they would reach out, a finger stroking 'round the Launceleyn's jawline before giving him a gentle shove on the ass, while grabbing a bit of a squeeze as they did so.
'I am here after all. Might as well make this a bit more exciting, after all." They continued with a hum. 'And it isn't like anyone in attendance really cares to hear what the naysayers have to say." So saying, anyone who should try and speak out against the couple would find themselves suddenly gagged with a rubber ball in their mouths.
"Now. You've both said you're going to do the thing, yes?" Frey asked, winking at Phoebe, clearly implying the thing being each other."
Adam had pillaged the buffet for the best snacks and drunk a glass or two of whatever drink was available (the best part of weddings, every time, was the food) - out of a begrudging sense of politeness, no matter how dumb this wedding was, he decided to stay for the ceremony. Sitting near the back with his legs flopped out, casually laying over the chair, he waited for it all to begin.
When Loren asked for objections, though...maybe it was the extra liquid courage, but he couldn't resist the chance to stand up and point out that they could both just not do this and no one would lose -- yet the moment he stood, he found his mouth full. Wide eyed, he touched fingers to the ball filling his mouth, something he hadn't had there for at least ten years.
He sat back down, a little huffy (and sure Sunjata, the stupid idiot, was making a horrendous mistake), but admittedly amused by the method of silencing that had been chosen (he presumed by the Gods floating about). Hopefully ,he'd get to keep it.
Hotaru swept in like trouble on a mission, Harper said something to Phoebe that clearly had a strong effect on the midwife, and before he knew it there was a god in the middle of the whole damn mess of a wedding and the bard was struck speechless.
This was Jigano's first time seeing Frey, and for all his hesitation he had to admit that they were...
Well.
Unsettlingly similar to Rory in every way. The surprise was enough to keep him silent even when Loren asked for objections, though from the small swirl of people who had gone up to the bride and groom earlier he suspected the objections had already been made, and either dismissed or ignored. He just shook his head in bemusement, shooting Melita a wry look as his eyes flicked to her bow and then back to the spectacle at the front of the Glade, really wishing Rory had agreed to come with him today. This was going to make for a hell of a story, at least.
This wedding was the reason why Maea tended to avoid large crowds. Too many things were happening and she did not understand the meaning of any of it. From what she gathered, Phoebe was upset about something and someone really didn't know when to keep their hands to themselves, and then...
Then Frey showed, and everything took a weird turn. Of course she had never seen the god before. For all that she'd been a farmer most of her life, and prayed to all the gods in equal measure, the only one she'd ever actually met was Ludo.
And now, she knew that she would never actively seek out this Herald of Rae. Just seeing it made her distinctly uncomfortable, face turning beet root and body swimming with sensations she was neither comfortable with, nor prepared to deal with. She turned away, mortified, and wondered if it would be terribly disrespectful if she slipped away somewhere... wedding be damned.
But of course she didn't. She stayed put, quiet as a mouse in her seat, carefully avoiding to look at anyone.
♦ Violence, magic, thievery is permitted with Maea at all times. DM me if you have any ideas ♦
Without further prompting, Phoebe had taken Sunjata’s arm to follow him over to the alter. The calm that Frey had instilled did not fade as she left the god’s side, resolve building up around it. She was taking the plunge, and if she decided she didn’t like the temperature of the water, she could always get out. She didn’t need it to be a perfect fairytale ending.
But of course, then the floor was opened up for objections, and she blinked in surprise, glancing out at those gathered. One man stood but…suddenly a ball gag of all things appeared in his mouth. Frey’s silky voice caught her attention, and she couldn’t help the grin that took hold, realizing they weren’t just there to attend but to officiate – and apparently objections was not on their program. Warmth for her chosen deity spread in her heart, and she nodded to their question. ”Yes.”
For a moment he almost wants to grumble about how long it’s going to take, once Loren opens it for objections. But he keeps his eyes averted from the crowd, averted from Loren too, focusing solely on the feathers of light blue in Phoebe’s hair. And then he hears Frey of all beings, gaze lifting to meet the god as they refer their question to the both of them while winking to Phoebe.
She says yes, and he finds his gaze returning to Phoebe with a nod of his own head. “Yes.” He offers, accented and low, and says nothing more — letting the deity take the reins however they so wished. Nothing else to say, nothing else to add, just quietly thankful he hasn’t been smited for the ridiculousness of it all.
At least Deimos had made Phoebe’s rings pretty, and rather Frey like too even if his ring was quite the opposite.
you made your choice.
do you regret it yet?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
'I mean really Loren. Objections? At a wedding? What a barbaric custom." Frey called cheerfully over their shoulder towards Loren, before grinning widely at Adam and anyone else who might find their tongues now navigating a large rubber ball.
Turning back to Phoebe and Sunjata, the god drew themselves up to whatever height it was they appeared to be, before offering each a lingering grin. "Rings, then? That's how you all normally do this, yes?" Palms out towards each, Frey would wait until the rings had been placed therein. Raising each to their mouth, Frey would delicately lick the inside, causing the interior of the bands to glow a throbbing fuschia for a moment, a sensation that both Phoebe and Sunjata would feel quite distinctly you know where.
"Go on then. Slide it on." Frey encouraged, handing Sunjata Phoebe's ring first. It was a nice little bauble, not that Frey really cared for that sort of thing, but they thought Phoebe might. Thought that counted and all that.
As he slipped the ring on the midwife's finger...oh, she'd feel a bit of a something, as would he when Frey would gesture for her to do the same.
Pleasure Rings | Two sexually connected rings. When the wearer is feeling sexual pleasure, its counterpart will feel the same (heightening the sensation of mutual orgasms). Similarly, when the inside of the band is stimulated, the opposite band will cause the same sexual stimulations on the wearer.
Phoebe managed to glance back at Loren and give him an apologetic look. He had offered to officiate despite how much he did not wish for this to happen, so that he was now gagged…well…she would bake him something to make up for any potential hurt feelings.
The midwife nodded to Frey’s question, pulling out Jata’s ring and placing it in their hand. She watched with curiosity as Frey licked it (were the testing to see if it was real metal or not?) then handed them back to their respective people. First Jata placed her rose gold and pink stoned ring on her finger and…well if that wasn’t a sensation! She gasped a bit in surprise, but couldn’t help the small smirk over at Frey. Now she knew what they had been up to. Carefully she placed Jata’s ring on his finger, watching to see his reaction to it.
He keeps his gaze mostly ahead, watching the feathers and the blues that were to resemble him, until Frey asks of the rings. He pulls his own out, placing it in Frey’s outstretched hand, gaze drifting toward the deity while they proceeded to lick each of them, and the sensation that followed was enough to shift his cheeks in hue to a somewhat reddened edge. He hasn’t expected the wedding to go this way, but with Frey here… He can’t say he’s surprised.
So he does as told, slips Phoebe’s ring onto her finger, gaze lifting when she gasps, some amount of confusion flashing across his face. But when Phoebe slides his own navy and black ring onto his finger, he understands as he feels the warmth spread within him, distracting from how much prior he hadn’t wanted to do this — clearing his throat and swallowing hard, he dips his head slightly with a surprisingly amused chuckle at that, lips curving slightly into a small smirk of his own, steel gaze softening when he looks and meets Phoebe’s honey brown.
Maybe… It wouldn’t be so bad.
you made your choice.
do you regret it yet?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
The flushes of heat racing through them and speckling their cheeks was all the confirmation the god needed. "Now we come to the part of the ceremony that I do approve of. Sealing it all up with a nice bit of fucking, right? Consummating the marriage I think you all call it. Making sure you like who you're getting yourselves into and all that."
With a raised brow, the deity looked out at all those still assembled. "Naughty naughty...are you all here to watch them go at it?" Ivy grew from behind Frey and a lavish bed appeared. Far larger than any would have seen, it was practically an island of silk and organic softness. When used, Phoebe and Sunjata would find that the bed contoured perfectly to their bodies, sculpting itself around them to suit whatever position they might be trying.
A canopy of thick leaves would cover the top while curtains of honeysuckle and lilac would thicken around the outskirt, blocking the bed from view.
"Have one for me, won't you?" Frey asked Phoebe with a wink. One obviously being an orgasm.
