isleofavalon | Summer Sun, Something's Begun | July Catch-All

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Summer Sun, Something's Begun | July Catch-All | Open

🧙 WHO: Darin Altway and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: July Catch-All with Open and Closed prompts
🕒 WHEN: Throughout July
🗺️ WHERE: All around Camelot! Quests and shenanigans ahoy!
⚠️ WARNINGS: Some ridiculousness? Some fluff? Will update as necessary!

🛡️ SHIELD SUMMER FEVER! 🛡️ - OPEN

[Darin always felt bad for the people who could get sick. Back home, his powers prevented him from falling ill, even to such banal things as a summer cold. But he did have experience as a gofer for his town's doctor, as well as doing errands and chores for the people who fell ill. So, this job was right up his alley.]

[One thing he knew for sure, when you're under the weather, nothing beats a good laugh.]

[With the trusty use of the new EmphaSize spell he nabbed from the traders, you'll find him waddling around with huge, oversized feet as he goes from room to room delivering flowers, teddy bears, medicine, fruit baskets, you name it. If he happens to be entering a kid's room, he'll make a big show of his giant, floppy feet. If its an elderly person's room, he'll sit with them for awhile and ask them about their day or let them ramble on.]

[But it's likely leaving one of the rooms is when you'll bump into Darin. Or trip over his enormous, floppy feet.]

Oh, hey! Easy there! You okay? Sorry, I should get a signal or something for these things...

🗡️ LAVAFT BEHIND 🗡️ - OPEN

[This seemed like a pretty easy task, all things considered. Everyone knew slimes were low-level monsters, even if they had the same temperature as magma. And Darin worked professionally around molten metal all day. If there was anyone who could handle this task, it was him.]

[Though, having someone along in case things went awry was a good idea too. Especially since his blood magic wouldn't really do him much good here.]

[So back to the Diamond Falls Darin goes. He's got a pickax and some mining tools in a pack slung over his shoulder examining the hardened rock for any sign of the slime.]

So, since I know how my luck goes, what's the plan for when we free this thing and it immediately attacks us with the fury of a particularly cranky volcano?

AT THE FORGE - OPEN

[With the reconstruction from his rampage doing well, Darin's back at the forge doing what he loves. He might be down an apprentice, but that hasn't stopped him from taking orders and commissions from those who seek him out! Got something you want Darin to make? His consultations are always free so come on in! Got some gear that needs mending or ideas you want to pitch? Maybe you just need some work? Darin's door is always open! When you step in, you'll likely see him working on something or tidying the place up. If there's one thing Darin can't stand, it's a messy forge! So come on in and let's get to work!]

BAR CRAWL - CLOSED TO KATE

[It's been about a month since he tore through Camelot as a terrifying, familiar-fused monster. Barring his (and everyone else's jaunt) to Celliwig, Darin had largely avoided going into town. And when he did, he wore a cloak with a hood that concealed his hair.]

[Now, a month later and the reconstruction mostly complete, Darin is feeling a little more hopeful that maybe he won't be kicked out of town if he decides to hit a bar for a drink or two. He's still wearing his cloak, but when he settles in at the 'In For a Pound' pub, he slowly pulls his hood back to reveal his very obvious blue mane of hair. He gets a few looks, some of which he's not too thrilled with, but orders a drink and sits at the bar.]

[Unfortunately, the patrons on either side of him scoot away. Fortunately, that leaves space should anyone decide they want to pull up a stool and join him.]

MY DINNER WITH DARIN - CLOSED TO ALLURA

[So, it really only dawned on Darin about a day or so before the date that he and Allura had chosen for dinner that this might actually be a...you know. A date. In a panic, he considered calling her to clarify that this wasn't a date...but what if she wanted it to be a date? What if he tried to clarify and they called the whole thing off? That would be awful! And he'd feel terrible too! She was really looking forward to it! But did that mean she was looking forward to a date with him?]

[No, that couldn't be it.]

[Could it?]

[So, after spending a day laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling weighing his options, he decided that, you know what? He could do this! Even if it was a date! Hell, it was only a date! He could handle that! Even though he'd never been on a date before, much less with someone who was so strikingly beautiful and had spent the last six months worming her way into his every though— NOT IMPORTANT!]

[And so, it was the evening of the big-but-maybe-not date. He'd agonized over whether or not he should dress up and finally he decided on an off-white polo shirt with pink piping around the collar and sleeves (hey, pink goes good with blue, alright?), and some tan slacks. With a menu all set (he did promise it would be an amazing meal) he sets out to begin cooking, listening intently for the door to the forge to open so he could go up and greet her.]

[Everything was set for the evening. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?]

[...Right?]

WILDCARD

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O-Only...if you really want to...

[He's having a bit of a time reading her expression and reaction. On the one hand, he's not exactly shy but...on the other hand? He's never been hard in front of someone...]

[Especially not this hard.]

[In fact, he's almost visibly throbbing at this point.]

I did say we should be getting a feel for each other... so...

[She starts by touching it gingerly, just letting the tips of her fingers feel the warm skin. And while her understanding is limited, it's enough that she knows what to do next... and her fingers wrap around the shaft to hold it firmly in one hand.]

[Next, she slides her hand towards her, and then back down to the hilt, just to see how he reacts.]

[He lets out a shaky breath, but not due to nerves. The light pressure of her hand rolling up and down his shaft and the sudden surge of pleasure as her hand brushes the underside of the head is enough for him to bite back a bit of a sound. It feels good.]

[She'll notice that he has to fight making a sound more every time she brushes the head...and that the tip is gradually getting slick. She'll also feel him throbbing considerably.]

[Though...he does worry that she's pushing herself...does she really want this? Want him like this? There's no doubt in his mind that he wants her but...she's being so cautious and careful...]

I-It feels good...

[What he'd give to know what she was thinking right now...]

Does it...? I'm not... pulling too hard, am I...?

[Which should tell him a little about what's going on in her head, why she seems so tense and focused about this. It's her first time trying this. She doesn't want to make a mistake, and turn this into a disaster from her inexperience.]

[But she doesn't seem to have much trouble with it, due to her strong arms, and with his encouraging response she picks up the pace. Her other hand plants firmly on his thigh, to brace herself and make sure she keeps a steady tempo.]

N-No...No, you can...go quicker...if you...mn...

[Any concerns he was having are quickly melting away with pleasure. She's really using just the right amount of pressure for this.]

[As she continues, she'll find her hand start to get as slick as the tip is, which just adds to the stimulation. A groan catches in his throat as his muscles visibly start to tense and flex.]

Quicker? [Briefly, she looks surprised, as she had thought she was already going fairly fast. But then, she smiles up at him.] ... as you wish.

[And she does start going fast. Intensely fast, enough that it's becoming a proper workout for her. She grips his thigh tighter, and leans in closer, as the pace gets harder and harder to keep steady.]

This still isn't too much, is it...?

[He's having a hard time staying on his feet with the sudden rush of pleasure. It's way more intense than he realized it would be and already he feels himself approaching climax.]

[Which...would be bad for Allura wouldn't it? She's right there!]

[But it feels too good to ask her to stop now...and with how messy her hand is getting, surely she must know what's going to happen soon?]

A-Allura...I-I'm...i-if you keep going like that I'll...

I know...! That's the idea, isn't it...?

[Though after she mentions it, her hand starts to slow its pace. It's true — it's not just her hand getting messy, as some of it's starting to run down her arm. And they haven't yet hit the climax. When they do...]

[... ... ...]

... would you rather we move this back inside... so we can clean up after?

[Is there even time for this? Her hand hasn't stopped, after all. It's merely slowed down.]

[There certainly is not time for this. Especially since she's not stopping, merely slowing down right before climax, edging him more and more.]

A-Allura...I don't...I-I can't—

[There's not really any time for any more of a warning than that. At least Allura is only down to her underwear because when Darin does reach climax...well, it's good that she doesn't have a shirt on. As she continues to stroke him to completion, she'll find that he's certainly been pent up for quite some time.]

[At least she's likely much warmer now?]

[She jumps when he starts to climax, because even though she's aware it would be like this... it's still a wholly new experience, meaning her reflexes kick in far faster than her logical reasoning. But there's not much room to dodge it, not while her hand is still working him in such an incredibly intimate way — and when she's been so mindful not to hurt him.]

[So yes, it gets on her. Rather, it gets all over her. And based on the expression on her face, she already knows that it's going to be a challenge to clean this up, even if they were to face no trouble sneaking back into his problem.]

[Well... unless he has any ideas, that might have to be tomorrow Allura's problem. For now, she releases his thigh, and uses that freed hand to try wiping some of it off her chest. No, it's a futile endeavor with just one hand, isn't it?]

[She clears her throat and asks him, in a voice that sounds unsure but with a note of tempered hope:] So... I would say I've gotten quite a good feel for you, haven't I...?

[Darin, on the other hand, was in a bit of a stupor. He'd never been one to explore any sort of carnal urges. More often than not, he channeled any sort of passion into his work. As such, he'd never felt such euphoric release before in his life. Not to mention the fact that she was still stroking him...his nerves all on fire with pleasure.]

[Even now, he's struggling to keep his wits about him...but at this point, his switch is flipped. And even after such an intense orgasm, he hasn't completely softened up. After all, how could he? A beautiful woman in nothing but her panties was stroking him eagerly.]

[But even so, he still had some presence of mind.]

I-I...yeah...I'm sorry...you can wipe off with my shirt if you want...b-but...

... ... ...

I'd...like the chance to get a good feel of you...

[Well, Allura? After that display and the fact that he's still rather hard...how do you feel?]

R... right, yes, I suppose I can... [But then he makes that offer.] ... well, then, would you want to help?

[But she's actually fairly impressed that he's still ready to go. After all, she might not be the most experienced in this department, but she's at least read about these things.] Erm... aren't you supposed to need some recovery time...? You're still... I-I mean, you still have...

[She presses down on the head a bit, just to test how hard he still is. Even if he's not as rigid as moments ago, this is a lot more than she's expecting.]

... Darin, I don't want to accuse you of anything but... this isn't your blood magic, is it?

What...? No?

This is...um...

Because of....you....

[He's very embarrassed but...that's got to be one hell of a compliment, right, Allura?]

[She looks stunned by that. Normally she's not taken by gratuitous flattery, but...]

Even despite how you've spoken about me before, I... I don't think I ever would have expected that I could have such an effect on you... are you sure this is my doing?

[It is, in several senses of the term, hard evidence. And while blood magic still seems like a plausible explanation, she didn't see him cast any sort of spell. If this is trickery, it's very skilled trickery.]

[Still stunned, she gives a small, numb nod.] A... anyway. As I said, did you want to help clean me up, or would that be... erm, a little much as you are?

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[Honestly, nerves are starting to get to him more now than ever. He can't deny how attracted he is to her. And with the way this night is escalating...he honestly can't help but wonder if maybe all of this tension needed to be alleviated. After all, they were at each other's throats for months. Maybe all they had to do this entire time was to just...do the deed and get rid of all of this pent up tension between them.]

[But...if he's being truly honest with himself, he's scared this is all one-sided. After all, it's not nearly as obvious looking at her how she feels about him...or how she'd thought about him. Hell, it was only a couple of months ago, she was repulsed by him.]

[To Allura, his almost blank expression must be a hard read.]

It...wouldn't be too much...but...I mean, if you wanted you could go back in and use the shower...I'll give you my shirt to wear...

[The shift in tone is... well, not what she expected. He had seemed so eager not long before, and she thought he would be over the moon at the suggestion — had she said something to discourage him? Is he getting cold feet? Well, the first thing she can try to do is urge him on.]

... really, Darin? Before you can return the favor?

Look. If you want to stop here, I won't force you to do anything. I... I don't want you to get carried away, if you think there's a chance you'll regret it. But if it's because of me...

Because... well, you're scared of me...

... let's talk about it first.

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I'm not scared of you...

I'm...

[He sighs and decides to take a seat.]

I'm...scared that I'm imagining more than...what you're actually feeling. I'm scared that this is more in my head than...anything else.

...Look, I've never considered myself someone who is...desired. I've never even looked at another woman the way I look at you and...and no one's definitely ever found me worth a damn for anything...

[That problem of his has reared its head again... and at first, Allura isn't sure what to do. Words and actions really don't seem to be enough to get through to him. And it's not as if she has any way to show physical evidence of her attraction, the way he does.]

[... ... ...]

[But maybe she can give him a different kind of evidence.]

Darin... can I try something? I can't promise that it will actually work, but...

Uh...s...sure?

What is it?

A spell. If you'll hold still for a moment...

[Normally, when she uses telepathy, she never needs to actually contact the person. She can speak into their minds from a distance. But right now, she's trying to share more than mere words. It shouldn't be much different, from what she remembers of using her empathic abilities...]

[But touching was an important aspect of it. Her powers were controlled through the hand, as if the palm was a conduit, and the fingers could direct the flow. It linked the energies of the heart directly to her own senses.]

[And so, she stands up, and she approaches him... getting close enough that he'll feel her body lightly pressing into his own, as if she were trying to let him feel her heartbeat resonating in his own chest. With both hands, she reaches up, pressing the tips of her pointer and middle fingers to his temples, letting her palms rest against his cheeks...]

[And she concentrates.]

[Letting him enjoy the feeling of someone who has completely intruded into his personal space, while she works on that cognitive magic for him.]

Wh...What are...you doing...exactly...?

I am...

I'm trying to share my feelings with you.

[... that clears things right up, doesn't it, Darin??]

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...You could just...talk to me...?

Oh, is this an Altean thing? Is this how Alteans share feelings...?

I'm not sure words are enough.

[Whether that's because hers are not adequate, or because he can't be convinced by words alone... it's difficult to say.]

[But she hasn't truly tested the limits of her telepathy before. It was a frustrating one-way communication system, which made it only partially useful for talking to someone from a distance. Now, she's exploring it further, to see if she can reach out and share something directly into his mind, something that transcends language.]

[To see if the warmth in her chest can reach his.]

... ... ...

[He starts to feel something. Something he can't really define. It's a feeling he's never quite understood and certainly has never felt directed at him. It was warm and kind. Like a safe space. A home.]

[But on her end, she might feel something as well. A barrier or...something. Like a cage made of wrought iron chains. Something cold and unforgiving. Barbed and twisted and clearly not of his own making. Something else. Someone else. It was as if his heart were in a barbed prison, an iron maiden of chains and fear and hatred. Hatred of himself. Hatred of a world that never gave him a chance. There's so many frantic emotions swirling around his heart, his core, like a maelstrom. When he reaches out through it, it slices and grinds and tears through his outreached arm, forcing him to withdraw.]

[But even so, she can feel it. He wants this. Wants her. And when she manages to touch him briefly with that warmth, he manages to reply in a shaky voice.]

You really...want me...? Allura, there's so many better— I mean...you've seen what I become and...

[He blinks back tears in his eyes. Is this real?]

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