isleofavalon | February open log

🧙 WHO: Emet-Selch and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: Coming out of a sleep (canon update) and throwing himself into quests to distract himself from new memories
🕒 WHEN: Throughout February
🗺️ WHERE: See prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS:
- Possible sexual content in the arrow threads.
- Potential spoilers for Endwalker, let me know if you are fine with them or not.

1. G(lacial)-Warriors 🗡️ (Knight quest)

A quest is just what he needs to take his mind off the plethora of revelations to come from his day of forced slumber - and what better way than to go out and hit something until it falls to pieces? He takes his gunblade, his horse, and the provisions provided by Camelot to all knights embarking on this particular journey. In typical fashion, he does not bother to ask around and see if anyone would like to join him. No, he wants the time to himself to sort out his thoughts.

Yet nothing is ever that easy, is it? He's ambushed by one of the I.C.E. constructs as he nears the spot. His horse rears up in alarm, throwing him from the saddle before bolting into the trees. Emet-Selch lands with a painful thud into a bank of snow. Fortunately, the gunblade strapped to his back seems in order. Unfortunately, the ICE is advancing on him and he's having trouble getting out of the snow.

Help?

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

2. Serve, Save, Slave, Slay...Some Sushi 🗡️

The sushi monster is no easier to slay than the I.C.E. as Emet-Selch discovers much to his chagrin. What does a man have to do to get some relatively simple knight quests??

The...creature(?) fires a round of pellets at him which has him diving into a rolls to avoid. He comes up into a crouch just in time to parry one of the sharp green swords it wields, quickly getting his feet beneath him before the second can slice him in half. He's been at it for a few minutes by now, focus utterly consumed by the opponent before him. He's growing tired though and the thing still doesn't look like it plans to give up.

"Ridiculous thing," he seethes. "And me, reduced to using these inferior magicks... I should have asked Irhya for a greatsword instead of a gunblade."

He fires off a round and its ricochet echoes throughout the forest. Even if the sound doesn't draw attention, the eerie blue after-image of the shot is worth attention.

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

3. I See You, Opening! 🛡️

Well of course, Emet-Selch doesn't want anything to do with these tricksy arrows and their dubious effects. But other people may have no such qualms. Perhaps you want to see this sour-looking man pour his heart out to one of his associates. Or perhaps you want to make him suffer by tasting nothing but chocolate for two weeks. Anything goes. ~~Really. Anything.~~

If shooting: Please nominate which arrow you're shooting him with. I'm happy to write custom starters if you want.

If encountering him after he's been shot: Please nominate which effect you want for him. Again, I can write a custom starter if that's preferred.

4. Wildcard

If you have some ideas, feel free to send me a PM or leave a comment on the CR meme.

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The whisper has Felih shivering and giving a needy whimper in response, a thrill of excitement and desire rushing through him. He trembles at even the brush over his sweet spot, cock twitching and dripping with slick precum, but he's left squirming and whining as the fingers withdraw.

At least his lover doesn't make him wait. He gasps softly and lets out a long sigh as Hades pushes into him, moaning and squeezing tight around the thick shaft, relishing the heat and fullness of it inside him. It's when Hades starts to move that he moans and then bites down, muffling his noisy cries and whines against Hades' neck as his hips start rocking in time with his mate's.

"Yes, please, as much as you want, as long as it takes," he moans, soothing over the bite with a few laps of his textured tongue before he bites down again at his collarbone, body shivering as his mate moves into him.

He groans softly against Felih's shoulder. A rising flush brings with it a light sheen of sweat as they move together. Hades rides both pain and pleasure out as it courses through, the effects of the arrow stoking the latter to fever-pitch. The bed creaks from their intensity, but it doesn't take all that long for the former Ascian to reach his first release. When he comes, he comes with a trembling gasp and squeezes Felih tightly in his arms - but as he had warned, he's not done yet.

He gives his mate time to rest and recover between each round, yet Hades is relentless once they resume. Just how powerful had that arrow been? He's only dimly aware of the count of how many times they go at it. He's fairly sure it isn't nearly as much as the case of the egg.

His back does begin to hurt though by the end and their bed is a mess of sticky semen from Felih's generous load. However, as the single-minded drive to fuck finally eases, Hades breathes an exhausted sigh of relief and slumps bonelessly back.

Felih is finding it very hard to think. His mate's pace is relentless and brutal, everything that makes him arch and cry out in shameless ecstasy, mewling wantonly as he keeps his legs wrapped tight around his lover. Hades fills him again and again, giving him round after round, and he's lost track of the number of times his lover brought him to orgasm. Felih is a mess of his own seed and Hades' alike, dark skin spattered in his own thick, white cum, thighs doubtless stained with Hades'.

When Hades finally seems to tire, Felih is panting hard, chest heaving in his attempts for oxygen. He shudders and whines softly when his mate inevitably pulls out and lets himself fall back to bed, already missing the fullness, but he's quick to cuddle up close and try to kiss his exhausted lover.

"Feeling better...?" he says, voice soft and slightly hoarse from all his mewling. He’s purring away, though, as he nuzzles at Hades' shoulder, tongue lapping over several of the marks he left on his mate.

He lies there, eyes closed, trying not to think about how filthy they both are and how much laundry they will have to do. He kisses back half-heartedly, sighing afterwards

"Yes," he says tiredly. "I am satisfied. Are you well? Did I go too hard?"

Felih wonders if the arrow of honesty has also worn off, but he keeps up the kisses, ever-starved for affection. "I'm fine, love. You know I like it when you're rough," he purrs softly, nuzzling their noses together. "I'm just glad you're feeling better... I love you, darling. Thank you for indulging me."

"The results were at least enlightening. The two arrows didn't seem to null each other, nor exacerbate each other's effects," he murmurs, fingers combing lightly through his hair.

"Mm..." He had actually forgotten how this all began in the heat and fervour of their coupling. Such had been the intensity of arrow of arousal.

Although he indulges Felih a little while longer with further kisses, he eventually gently nudges the other back. "If you wish to cuddle, let us clean ourselves off first."

Felih pouts at first to be nudged away, but then he laughs softly, replying, "You've a point. Let's clean up, then. Maybe a quick rinse? Or a bath, if you'd rather relax..." He does love to dote on his mate, so he favors the latter simply so he can massage his beloved and play with his hair.

He slowly, gingerly, rolls over to get out of bed, hips sore as they usually are after such a rough coupling- but he's glad for it. He's greedy for attention, after all. The glowing flora of the room provide sufficient- if soft- light for them to see by.

He hums tiredly, watching as Felih rolls out of bed and staggers off to the bathroom. Hades is slower to rise, but when he does, he takes a few moments to remove the soiled sheets and replace them with fresh ones. It's a task that makes his already-sore back ache. In time, however, he wanders out after Felih.

They would bathe together and then they would take their ease. For a few hours, he could forget all else.

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