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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"It's you when it comes to me," Ronin objects, swanning into the bedroom with Remi and leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. His projection has been hard at work, and the bed is prepared with clean sheets and freshly fluffed pillows, and candles provide a warm and welcoming glow. "Mm, no one will notice," he agrees, and he means it. "You could socialise or disappear to your heart's content."
It's difficult to peel off his clothes while keeping one of his arms around Remi, but Ronin does his best, flailing out of his shirt and leaning in for another kiss against his already bruised neck. "The Cordillera?" he repeats, raising his eyebrows at the other man, before letting out an exaggerated sigh and nodding. "...Alright. Alright, fine. As a birthday present from me to you, we will go to explore the Cordillera. I'll make sure I'm swathed in leather and phoenix feathers the whole way."
Walk me home in the dead of night, 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind
"Maybe I will just become invisible and put leaves in people's drinks." Surely Ludo would approve, and it's better than having to make small talk about how terrible it was that he'd recently lost his fingers and how everyone wished they could stop the war.
Contain to flail in his husband's arms if that's what it takes to keep them close (Remi considers sprouting a few tentacles, but decides against it, having already put Ronin through enough tonight), Remi sighs contentedly. Grinning widely at that, the alchemist nibbles at his husband's lower lip. "You wouldn't be saying that in hopes I'll be too distracted by how handsome you are such that we don't even step foot into the Cordillera, are you?" And if the answer is yes? So be it.
Edging himself towards the bed until the back of his knees press against it, the Lullaby sags down, tugging the Huntsman with him. Whatever clothes they haven't managed to peel away will be torn off before long if Remi has his way. 'We could have a party in the Cordillera. I feel like the sort of people who wouldn't want to come are the ones I wouldn't like, anyway."
So say you'll stay with me tonight. 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
"As long as you promise to have a very good time while you're doing it, deal," Ronin agrees with a mischievous smile. If it makes Remi happy, he can be as tricksy or Ludo-esque as he likes, and the Huntsman will happily mingle with any of their other imaginary guests in the meantime. Speaking of mingling, they are almost hopelessly tangled up, tentacles or no tentacles, by the time Remi finally sinks down onto the bed, and Ronin happily blankets himself over the other man.
"Oh, of course not. But if you happen to be distracted then I suppose I'll just have to deal with that, won't I?" He grins, nibbling at Remi's jawline. "And yes, we can hold a party at the Cordillera. But it has to be a birthday party, and you have to wear a party hat," he tells him.
Walk me home in the dead of night, 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind
Running his hands up Ronin's back only for them to meet between his shoulders and descend down the channel of his spine, Remi shrugs coyly as if he has no idea what his husband means. Tilting his head back to expose more of his jawline for mischievous nibblings, Remi's eyes blink open just as his brow begins to furrow. "I already had to wear a party hat at Ludo's festival." He protests, as if there were some clear 1-hat-per-year-rule that Ronin was intentionally ignoring.
Grinning slyly to himself as he realizes that Ronin hadn't said where Remi had to place said party hat, he wraps his legs around Ronin's lower half. It's probably a loving gesture and not an effort to hold the Huntsman captive as tentacles slither out from the Lullaby's body to tickle and suction-cup against each of Ronin's toes with merciless accuracy.
So say you'll stay with me tonight. 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
"Mm, but this will be a better party hat. Also I'm pretty sure that was a crown before, that's different," Ronin objects, his voice quiet and muffled where he is, indeed, taking advantage of Remi bearing his throat for him. And whilst he agrees that he doesn't have to wear the hat on his head (not the one on his shoulders anyway), he hasn't quite decided what he wants to fashion it out of.
And he won't think about that for the rest of the night, with the way Remi's legs lock around his waist. Sprawled contently atop his husband, Ronin is about to kiss the alchemist in earnest when tentacles come puckering at his toes, and he lets out a mewl of protest and tries to squirm and roll them over. "You're a menace," he growls affectionately. "And gods if I don't love it."
Walk me home in the dead of night, 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind
"Kiss me about it, then." Remi all but purrs, popping his suckers off of Ronin's toes such that they make comical POPS! as they're released. This isn't necessary of course, Remi could simply release his hold of the Huntsman, but what fun would that be?
Without a collar or shirt to grab onto to drag Ronin down, Remi opts to peel his shoulders off the bed to steal a kiss from his husband's lips. Awkwardly trying to shuffle them both backward that they might find themselves entirely on the bed, Remi reaches out for one of their blankets with a tentacle and throws it lazily over their bodies. Much preferring to use his husband for warmth rather than their furs, his effort is haphazard at best.
I was promised sex until we fell asleep. Remi reminds the Huntsman, and though the frantic desire from the bathroom no longer pulsed in his veins, at all times the Lullaby felt an insatiable need for the man he'd promised his life to.
So say you'll stay with me tonight. 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
"How could I possibly say no?" Ronin purrs back, leaning up to seal Remi's lips with his kisses, even as laughter bubbles up in his throat to hear the POP! of suckers tugging at his toes. Shifting to help as much as possible with their repositioning on the bed, his hands drift and press against the other man's skin, as if trying to touch as much of him as possible. I did promise you that, didn't I? he hums down the bond, warmth and love kindling within him.
It's not the fever heat of the bathroom at the dinner party; somehow it's deeper than that, and Ronin has every intention of keeping his promise and then some. And so it is that, although the apartment above the shop hasn't seen them in it for seasons now, Ronin ensures that their neighbours become acquainted, once more, with what it's like to live near the Taliesin family. He'll apologise in the morning.
