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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[She gapes openly as he undresses in front of her. Even having seen all this before... no, having gotten numerous good looks at him by this point... there was something different about seeing it in this context. In the low light of their surroundings, so close than she can feel the heat of his body, the smell of the sweat on his skin...]

... stimulating. [She clears her throat.] I can imagine. So... so I should continue, then?

[He's a little thankful she's not asking more about that...so he simply nods and places his head back down on her chest, practically draping over her from the chest down.]

[He's still unsure of what to do with his hands, so he finds himself gripping the bedding he's laid down on either side of her as she continues to trace the sensitive, oddly smooth skin of his scar.]

[He wonders how this was supposed to help him relax though. Not that it didn't feel good; the way he was shuddering and the soft sounds he was making into her chest were testaments to that. But considering where he was resting his head and the pleasurable feeling of her fingertips, he was feeling more wound up than relaxed.]

[Honestly, she did have a plan to help coax him to sleep... originally. But things have been derailed significantly, thanks to Darin letting his kisses stray to other spots. And the sounds he's making as she continues to stroke his back...]

[They might have to address some of this tension before either of them can sleep properly.]

[So, with her free hand, she lifts his head back up again — just enough that she can kiss him again, softly, enticingly. She's reached about as low as her hands can go, so she lets them wander to his side. Heading towards truly unknown territory...]

[He's a little surprised when she tilts his chin up to kiss him, but it's not an unwelcome surprise. After the way she was stroking his back, his face is more than flush, and her enticing kiss is met with one just as eager. One that he's reluctant to break as he pushes himself up a little further so that he can properly reach her.]

[In fact, he doesn't even want to break the kiss to speak. He only breaks the kiss to pepper her lips with more and more kisses, gentle but excited. And now that he's pushed himself up more, he can at least match her and put his hand on her side, lingering much like hers around her hip.]

[He could do this all night. It was warm but not stifling, with the slightest breeze fluttering into the canopy he'd made. Who needed sleep when he could kiss this beautiful woman all night?]

[She's kissing back — not quite in time with him, since she's still getting accustomed to his tempo, and so a few times he'll move and she'll end up kissing him somewhere odd like the corner of his mouth. But it's not disastrous either, and she even grows bold enough that she briefly sucks on his lip.]

[Meanwhile, she moves her hand again — this time with purpose, bringing close to his waistline. He'll feel that fabric start to stretch away as well, too, though only slightly as she starts to slide her fingertips underneath the waistband of his boxers...]

[But she holds it there for the moment, just to see if that makes him panic, or if he feels they need to stop.]

[For a moment, he does pause. His breath hitches. It's more out of surprise than panic, really. They had just spent the last few minutes kissing each other eagerly, and Allura had admitted to not being above something like this.]

[Honestly, it made him wonder if she had been physically attracted to him prior to this. If they both were physically aware of each other before they were mentally or emotionally.]

[It was thrilling, really, and so he lifts his hips a bit to give her a little more access. And since it seemed alright...]

[His hand slides up her side, hiking the shirt up well above her his, exposing her stomach and her panties...and then moves inward towards the first button keeping the shirt closed. Though, instead of going directly for the button, he moves his hand over her breast, gauging her own reaction...]

[It's not exactly obvious what's going through her head when she feels his hand touching her chest. For one thing, her mouth is otherwise occupied, so there's no words coming from her, and the small sound she makes when her breath catches in her throat isn't easily deciphered.]

[For another, there's a lot of thoughts going through her head. Most of them are excited, but some of them are anxious. They are certainly crossing new lines with this — given his history, she's confident he hasn't made this sort of contact before. Should she be telling him to stop? Urging him on? Should she really be reaching towards his waist so brazenly? As she weighs the doubt, she withdraws her hand, but only as far as bringing it up towards his abs.]

[... and she calms herself for the moment by thinking about how nice those abs actually are, and letting her fingertips memorize their form.]

[He shudders a bit as her fingertips trace over his abs, his chest and his mind both filling with fluttering thoughts and feelings. Was this right? Was she doing this for his sake? Was he taking things too fast? Too far? What if they woke up regretting this?]

[What if she woke up regretting him?]

[Darin might be largely innocent, but he's not oblivious or willfully naive. He knows people do things in moments of passion that lead to repercussions. He knows that people get worked up and follow urges rather than rational thought.]

[At the same time, there's so much unresolved sexual tension in the air, it can be cut with a knife. What if things changed when that tension was gone? What if he felt differently? What if she felt differently?]

[His mind and his instincts clash to the point where he seems to have to tear his hand away from her breast, planting it on the bedding beside her so he can prop himself up over her. Finally, he breaks the kiss.]

We...

We should wait. Talk about this more before we...

[He sighs.]

I want this. I want you. But I want to do this right and not...

I want to know you more. I want to know what you think of me. What you want.

I don't want to take you...I want...I want us to share each other. Does that make sense...?

[She looks up at him... smiling, but with a strange expression in her eyes. One that's both relieved and disappointed, and equally conflicted about it all as he is.]

It makes perfect sense, Darin. Honestly, I... I had some of those same thoughts myself. But you know...

I also thought that was simply my sense of responsibility. And there was something exhilarating about being irresponsible for a change... and ignoring those worries for a change.

[She exhales, and he can likely feel her body relax like a inflatable toy that's lost its air. Less tense, for good reasons as well as bad.]

We still could, you know. We wouldn't have to do everything... but maybe just explore a little. Get a feel for things.

[Darin lies down next to her with a smile.]

I...I'd be okay with that. I really am.

As long as you're okay with...just that much too...

Yes, I think so.

... I would answer with more certainty, but... [She clears her throat.] You do amazing things with those hands of yours.

It's going to be a challenge not to let my imagination get carried away.

[That does give him a pretty nice confidence boost. So much so that he sits up with a grin.]

Then...should I continue the massage from before...?

[She spreads her body flat on the ground, arms to either side to keep them out of his way...]

Please... I would love it if you did.

...Hoh?

Seems like you want me to move away from your back if you're going to lay like that...

Is this some kind of challenge?

[He laughs a bit and begins cracking his knuckles, limbering up his dexterous digits.]

Well, personally I was just making myself comfortable...

But I also do think that you shouldn't have trouble working on other areas. And even if you did, I know you're strong enough to flip me over.

[Because why roll over when she could make him get hands on?]

You're right, I should focus on other areas...

But I do enjoy subverting expectations~

[A few more audible pops as he stretches and cracks his knuckles...]

[And then he moves down to her feet. He takes one in his hands and begins to knead them with his powerful grip.]

[Admittedly, this does give him a better look under the shirt she's wearing and she probably knows it. But will she care given what he's doing?]

Wait, that's not—

[But her protests stop almost immediately. Because while it's not stimulating in the same way as other areas...]

[With how much time Allura spent on her feet, she never let them rest for long, certainly not enough to mend all the wear and tear that they accumulated over time. They had been so tired for so long that she had stopped noticing the discomfort.]

[So, no, she doesn't really take notice of where he's looking. She's too busy melting at his touch.]

... that's... that's amazing... not what I had in mind but... a little longer, please...

Oh, did you think I was stopping here? This is just the start of the course...

[He really digs his fingers into the soles of her feet. Yes, he works both of them. And when he can feel the tendons loosen up considerably, he moves up her ankle to her calf. He uses a gentler touch here, but his grip is no less powerful as he works the muscle from the back of the knee to the ankle.]

[It's like magic. As if he's hitting some secret pressure points, and making all the muscles in her feet and legs come alive. Occasionally, there will be some uncomfortable pressure as he digs into a sore spot, but for the most part, it's such a relaxing process that she feels as if she could fall asleep to him doing this.]

[But it gets interesting when he starts feeling around her knee. Because it's a far more sensitive area than she realized, and where the very tips of his fingers brush against the skin, the whole area feels electrified, similar to when she had been getting tickled but far better.]

[It's enough to draw a sharp sound from her. A soft but surprised noise, one that could easily be confused with the sound of recoiling from something painful. Surely Darin will be able to tell the difference, right?]

...You okay?

I didn't hurt you, did I?

[The sound does alarm him and cause him to look up at her, to search her face for any indication of her being uncomfortable. Because he's sure she'll say she's fine.]

N— no, I'm fine!

[Way to prove his point, Allura.]

It didn't hurt at all, it just — well, it tickled. [That's sort of true, right?]

...Tickled?

[To test this, he lightly runs his calloused fingertips gently along the backs of both of her knees, moving between them and watching her.]

[Which, at this juncture, is likely quite the view.]

[Oh, it is. Especially since she's shifted enough that the shirt's exposing most of her midriff, and when he touches her...]

[She writhes, as if she can hardly keep still when he teases her there.]

A—ahmmhnn...

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[Okay...that sound is encouraging. And he continues to stimulate the areas behind her knees as he moves further between her legs. Finally, she'll feel him working her thighs, starting from the outer, then slowly moving to the inner. And as he does, his touch softens further. It's still a stimulating massage, but the change in pressure from when he started on her feet to now is altogether a different beast.]

I think I'm handling your challenge quite well...

[She's reduced to being non-verbal for a moment longer. Handling it? He's doing more than that. Honestly, everything from the hip to the knee seems to feel so much better than any sort of back massage ever could. And unlike both the back and the feet, none of that seems related to the relief that comes with treating sore and tired muscles. It's all sheer, pure pleasure as he kneads such tender areas.]

... this is magic. You're using some kind of magic.

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should we have already put a NSFW warning on this?

PROBABLY

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