🌸FALL CATCHALL🌸

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🌸WHO: Otegine and many others
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for Autumn including the date auction cruise
🌸WHEN: From Fall 1 through the end of the month
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: some NSFW (labelled)

Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter! Open prompts including most bonus effects will be on the event posts!

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[He stays silent, touch moving to drift against one of Owen's legs while the wizard's hands are absent, with a pouty tousle of his hand through hair. Shabby... mmmph. Well... he guesses he doesn't feel at his best. Maybe he doesn't look it, either.

When Owen continues, Otegine listens, eyes slowly widening as the touch against Owen stills, a warm press to ground him, a sign he's paying attention.

Part of it rings a little familiar - Owen had asked him as much when confronting him during his own promise, as brief as it was. But to hear it fleshed out, definite and permanent...

...

Several questions run through his mind. He picks the one that's the easiest to voice.]

W-wait, but...

Your heart's gone missing, right? How are you...

[...

Right. He didn't say as much, did he? He cuts himself off with an apologetic look.]

I... felt it, at the resort. You had it once, and then-- you didn't. But you still had your magic...

[sicklysweet]

What?

[What is Otegine even - ah. Right.

Owen huffs and rolls his eyes, shaking his head.]

Well, it’s true I don’t have mine anymore. It’s hidden away somewhere back home, but I’m not being literal about this.

[He picks at the grass, mulling over how else to phrase things.]

It’s like… your soul. The core of your being that makes you who you are beyond your flesh and your bones. You feel the pain in your chest when your emotions overwhelm you, right? That’s the “heart” I mean.

[Though. Huh. He hopes nobody’s gone snooping for his heart while he’s here… That could be bad. Does time pass while they’re here? He’s never actually thought about it before now…

Hm. That’s something for him to worry about later.]

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A-ah.

[That heart. The sense of existence that always felt so colorful and complicated.]

That's why you got after me so fast, then... back during the storm. [No matter how he may have meant it, then or now, he wonders if Owen thought the whole act was belittling and tonedeaf.

Maybe it was.

...

More importantly, it does bring their deadline into a disturbing light.]

...

Is it all promises? No matter what kind?

[sicklysweet]

It’s not like I’ve ever tested the limits of what counts and what doesn’t.

[There are a lot promises you can make, if you think about it. A lot of pledges and vows a person can take, but what counts as a promise?

Owen’s not sure of the answer. Snow and White would probably know, but he had never had a reason to demand they share their knowledge. It had never been relevant to him before.]

So I don’t know. Marriage counts, but some wizards still get married. Some are confident they can uphold those vows, but then they fail and lose their magic. Some end up widowed but they believe they upheld their promise to their beloved.

[He shrugs, frustrated. It’s complicated and inconsistent; hearts and spirits are both fickle things, after all.]

There’s no real answer.

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But...

She won't let any of us leave without that.

[Not a chiding, but a somber realization.

Owen has to choose between being trapped away from his home forever, or making a vow to someone he's only known for a handful of months that could merely become a ticking time bomb for his own safety.

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Have you talked to her about this?

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[He nods. He’s well aware of the conditions to leave, but he decided to put the thought out of his mind. There was too much going on, too many absolutely absurd people, that while the knowledge was always there it was just a background worry.]

No. She’s stubborn, and we don’t exactly see eye to eye.

[He hasn’t bothered to hassle her since she killed him, really.]

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[...

He adjust his seating to slide himself next to where Owen has stretched out, a careful raise of his hand to lift against Owen's face, to run his knuckles against the skin.]

We'll figure out a way, then. Maybe we can talk some sense into her. If she was powerful enough to bring us all her and strip us of everything, then... maybe she can offer other things, as well.

It's not like I'm going anywhere, either. She can be as stubborn as she wants.

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[Time for Owen to be the one leaning against Otegine, resting his head against his shoulder.]

Maybe. The thought of sucking up to her makes me want to throw up.

[On the other hand…]

Maybe she’ll get tired and kick us out.

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I'm pretty sure even groveling won't change her mind on the marriage thing... she's been set on that since day one. But I want to think she won't ignore an earnest request.

[smash cut to otegine a week later, laugh track ensues

He slips his arm against Owen's back as the wizard leans against him, letting his hand card against his hair.]

Mn... That might take a while. I'd rather not see you die again, if we can help it.