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WHO: Syrlya and You
WHAT: Syrlya gets cursed, and then has one bad day after another so he runs away to the hotsprings
WHEN: ~few days after the spring dance until last day of spring. Closed prompts through end of Summer
WHERE: The farm, around town, the hotsprings
WARNINGS: There is NSFW in these parts

[Do Not Agitate the Goddess (mute) | Edge of the Woods + His Farm]

[Syrlya gave it a few days, at least didn't confront the Goddess about her questionable habits at the dance itself. It doesn't go terribly well.

He marches away from the pond, his expression is twisted into a scowl and fists balled. Anyone who crosses his path in the immediate aftermath is met with irritation, and then a pointed turn of his face away as he marches down the path.

After a few hours he's had some time to cool off--though he's still sulking, toiling on his farm ripping up weeds and pushing new seeds into the dirt. If they didn't have to do this to eat, he'd let this goddess know right where she can--]

[Twice cursed (blind) | Other people's farms]

[Luckily, going mute only lasts for a day, and then it's back to normal. For a couple days, at least. Until he wakes one morning to the room being strangely dark, like the sun itself was snuffed out--no, but it isn't the sun that's the problem. It's his eyes.

The morning is a panic. A level of fear he doesn't often feel as he's suddenly lost the sense most important to him.

The first trip is a stumble to the clinic... unsurprisingly, when dealing with a talking plant it doesn't offer any answers except that they, at least, don't seem to be injured. Nobody there accuses the goddess, but an errant magical effect... Syrlya can only think of one person who is capable.

So, his option is to wait it out for now, see if it clears up on its own. That is... not optimal. But ultimately Syrlya can't find any better options.

Doesn't mean he can't try and do what he needs to. So, using a glittering sword as a makeshift walking stick (watch your feet) Syrlya strides out of the farmhouse.

Or rather, trips out of it, hitting a few walls along the way. And then he's on a truly blind path, tripping and crawling over other people's fences with no real idea of his orientation. Just where he thinks it is. The warmth of the sun isn't helping him as much as he wishes it did.

Anyway. Sorry if he tramples your flowers.]

[Make That Thrice Cursed (table) | The Town]

[The blidnness clears up after two days as if it never happened. So not a malady after all, it seems. So Syrlya goes into town to finish errands he intended to before the weekend. He's just headed down the street with a bag of groceries more varied than the limited vegetables from their garden... when it hits.

A plastic folding end table drops seemingly from thin air and smacks right onto his head. Syrlya buckles with a startled cry, his bag tumbling out of his arms and spilling to the ground.]

((His plotting post is over here if you want a more custom starter or simply something else!))

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[ While he's certainly learned a few names and faces by now, there are few he'd admit to be willing to engage with on a near-daily basis. Not to say there are none, but it's not a particularly high number at this point. Still, he can accept a tolerable face and presence when they show up, and Syrlya is one of the few he finds he doesn't mind.

The thanks did get old and perhaps a bit grating, but that much, he chokes down. This is the only person who knows of his affliction, and he'd rather not seek out more than necessary. When the offer is made, he accepts it with little fanfare- it's beneficial to the both of them, and he's hardly the type to to decline any sort of benefit.

Hair tied up and hands bare are the only differences when he answers the rap at his door, and he only pauses for a few seconds this time to ascertain his guest is who he wants it to be- and then the door swings open on it's well-oiled hinges. ]

Good evening. [ if there's the barest flicker of surprise at the other's rather...luminescent state, it's covered up fairly quickly as he steps aside and gestures for him to enter. ] No fences were harmed in your approach this time, I hope.

[Syrlya's expression twists, torn between the lingering embarrassment and humor.] Not even scuffed.

[He steps inside, giving the entrance a look around--idly curious about the kind of living situation Adelis has for himself now.]

[ his lip quirks in amusement at that. hopefully whatever embarrassment lingers will be enough to deter him from similar outings in the future.

despite having yet to spend some rewards on the upkeep, it’s surprising clean and well-put together. someone is clearly a neat-freak around here. ]

I’ve little idea where my esteemed roommate is, but I doubt he’ll be around to bother. [ a few steps inside and he gestures towards the table, where two still-steaming mugs sit. it smells faintly herbal inside the house. ] Take a seat, then. We’ll get nowhere standing about.

[Syrlya doesn't know who Adelis' roommate is, but he can tell by that tone Adelis doesn't really care to detail it either.

He pauses briefly, eyes widening with surprise to see the mugs. Of course Adelis was expecting him--but he's touched to see he prepared to welcome him.

A stronger smile lifts his face as he follows the guidance to the table.] Of course.

[He slides into one of the seats and sets his bingo card flat on the table before drawing one of the mugs closer to breathe in its scent.] This smells wonderful.

[ He has to resist the urge to raise his eyebrow in bewilderment at that expression- It's just a drink, after all, is it really that impressive? He'd rather not appear like a terrible host, is all, but Adelis quickly averts his eyes as he takes his own seat rather than address it. ]

It helps keep the mind alert.

[ The staple of a frugal workaholic. Everything in his cupboard is, after all, similarly medicinal or healthy. Tasty, yes, but strong.

He takes a steady sip of his own drink, before pulling out his own card and unfolding it in one swift moment, placing it right next to Syrlya's before he picks the other's up. ]

I see you've been about as busy as I.

[ Which is...not too much... ]

[Syrlya takes a slow sip as his gaze flickers over Adelis' card, skimming unmarked squares.

Then he shifts it down to his cup with a shrug of his shoulder.] I suppose there are a lot I am--reluctant to engage in with just anyone on this island.

[Like everything romantic and intimate. But that's why they're here, isn't it? Because maybe there's enough trust to make some progress with each other.

Finally, he reaches to twist Adelis' card around and slide it a little closer for a better read.] Is there one you are struggling with the most?

As you should.

[ As most people should, but some people around here are inherently shameless. Well, he has to respect the hustle, if anything....if he had less pride, he'd probably be doing the same.

He hums as the card is turned around to face him again, letting his gaze fall on those familiar squares before back to Syrlya's. Struggling, indeed... ]

Besides the ones so debasing I'd rather save them for a proper lapse of judgement... [ The day he goes frolicking in the grass is the day he wakes up with a hangover that could kill a ogre. ] There are, of course, the obvious ones. I've had little interest in bedding anyone who I've shared little more than a handful of words with.

[ Without an ounce of shame whatsoever. ]

Mm, right. [Syrlya glances to his own card briefly. He puts a finger to his chin, checking Adelis'. Blindfolds and bondage, huh?] It is much the same for me. Not that I expect I am anyone's first choice in that department.

[Not no one's choice, but he realizes that being a plant may in fact be a turnoff to the overwhelming humans who have been brought here.]

[ Adelis' eyes flicker up from Syrlya's card in the middle of his scrutinizing ( And he thought his own had some interesting choices ), only to quirk an eyebrow at that last part. He can't really tell if that's self-deprecation or simply acceptance, but he clicks his tongue all the same. ]

Adjusting is certainly one thing. [ He's being honest. ] But I've seen far worse looking humans, with even more irritating personalities to accompany them. I would quite rather look at you than half of them.

[ He takes another casual sip of his drink before continuing. ]

And you certainly won't get anywhere thinking like that, either. One learns in my line of business that your tongue can get you places your face cannot.

[ Have some confidence, is what he's saying. No, he's not going to elaborate in what way. ]

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[Syrlya pauses before his own cup reaches his lips, blinkly rapidly.

He takes a sip, and when he lowers it his lips have twisted with genuine humor. He rests his chin on the heel of his hand.] I'm flattered, Adelis. Do you have that much confidence in my ability to seduce? I haven't had much reason to before, truthfully.

[ He finds his own lips twisting into a fairly amused smirk, although how sarcastic it is is up in the air. ]

I don't recall saying it was for seduction specifically. [ The chair only creaks slightly as he leans back in it, giving a dismissive wave of a hand. ] But the point still stands. And I'll save my vote of confidence for when I hear an actual attempt.

[ No matter what, though, it probably won't be the worst he's ever heard. You get some atrocious fucking things in Ostoyan taverns. ]

If you wish to fill out more of these, however- [ He taps a finger on the card laying on the table. ] It certainly wouldn't hurt to learn a thing or two.

[His gaze flickers down as he pushes Adelis' bingo card back near his own. The movement leaves him leaning a little more over the table.

He looks back up at Adelis.] Well then, are you willing to teach me or do I need to subject someone else to my inexperience?

Normally I'd charge a fee for the effort, but since this is an exchange, I suppose I can find it in my heart to make an exception.

[ His pathetic, shriveled heart, or so he would say. Sarcasm aside, he taps his glass on the table, opting to lean on his arm on the table. This wasn't how he had originally planned to spend his night, but it's not as if he had any better plans, anyway. ]

Now the question is, how particularly adventurous are you feeling? I've dabbled in most of these, sans one or two, but I'd rather you not run off after biting off more than you can chew.

[ How kinky are you, Syrlya. He's waiting. ]

Oh. [Syrlya lifts his head, momentarily surprised. He went treading this territory and now he has to go through with it. But Adelis has felt his skin, all its waxiness and lack of body heat. If he's not turned off by Syrlya being a plant... doesn't that make this an opportunity for both of them?]

I--well, hm. [a faint gold blush tinges his cheeks as he reviews the cards again.] I have no idea what "VCR and chill" is supposed to be. Are these the ones you are most concerned about checking off now?

[He gestures between all three smut squares, in case Adelis has any better of an idea what VCR and chill even is.]

[ Adelis merely watches, knuckle to cheek as Syrlya goes over. He's noting the gold with a curious eye, but he supposes he should have expected plants to bleed a different color than red. Truthfully, while it'll be a bit jarring, he's in no position to be judging- he himself is cold as a corpse half the time now, and while it'll fix itself after touch, most wouldn't be used to the sensation, either. ]

That. [ He sighs, in exasperation. ] It's using the...VCR, and lying with someone while whatever is on it plays. I had to pry that out of someone with far more effort than I would have preferred.

[ Virgins, the lot of this island. All of them. ]

I've yet to figure out how it works, so I'll save that for when I've the patience. [ Blue eyes slip back down the paper. ] Most of these are easily combinable, at least....although I find the choices she's given you to be a bit surprising.

[ Like, for Syrlya? Biting and dirty talk certainly doesn't seem like it's up his particular alley...for now, anyway. Who's to say where that goes. ]

Ah. [That seems distracting, unless it's meant to be with one of those sexual movies that he and Kaeya had ended up finding. As... instruction?

Well, it's off the table so he waves the hand away. He quirks a brow.] Surprising? I hope there isn't something about them I am misunderstanding.

[ Lord forbid he ever finds that out. He's still attempting to parse the idea of movies in general. ]

They're fairly straightforward, so I'd also hope not. [ Still, he mulls it over in his head for a few moments before he lets the smile crawl over his face once again. ] I'm merely curious as to whether she's attempting to give you some new tastes.

[ A tilt of the head. ]

Unless, of course...I was the one wrong, and perhaps you do like a bit of pain? [ His fingers slowly trails from one square to another. ] You didn't strike me as a man for a particular enjoyment for vulgar words, either, but if that's what you'd like to hear, that can certainly be arranged.

[Syrlya's expression twists, a little rueful.] Truthfully, I don't know what I would care for. I've never given it much thought.

[Or at least, not for a very long time. One crisis after another, watching other people's relationships strained and destroyed by the trauma and death of war... all of that intimacy has been firmly off the table for him.] I assume it's different than any injury on the battlefield.

But what about you? [He tilts his head.] Were you presented with all new experiences, or is a little restraint to your favor?

[ Must he really kill the mood right now. Adelis makes an exasperated noise, pressing his cheek further into his hand. ]

Well, I suppose now is the time, isn't it. [ He's practically a fucking saint, at this point. Utterly horrible. ] And if the injuries on the battlefield include teeth and pleasure, I'd be far more concerned for what sort of battles you're fighting.

[ They don't even got traditional vampires, so that's not even an excuse.

The question aimed at himself drags them back around, however. ]

Curious of the details, are we? [ His legs cross under the table. ] I did say I've dabbled in a number of these choices...and rope is certainly one of them. You certainly can't get far in my profession without learning how to tie a few knots.

[Anyway, it's probably a good thing he didn't get 'flirting' on his bingo.

At least turning the question back on Adelis gets them off the discussion of war, because Syrlya is curious.] So, you've found multiple applications for your skillset. Does that mean I am the one getting tied up?

[Like, he can do a basic knot. They might have to cut it off after, though. Hm.]

[ That's probably better for the both of them, at this point.

Hells, he's so serious. It's a good thing he's in a good mood, and he's used to the stifled sorts. That just means it requires a far more forward approach, then- So he gets up from his chair with nary a sound, casually stepping around the table until he's on Syrlya's side of it.

When he leans one hand on the table, it's to reach out the other, and to dip a finger in the taller man's collar if only to tug him a bit closer. ]

Do you think yourself capable of restraining me? In which case, you're more than welcome to try. [ It's unlikely that's a genuine question, especially with the emphasis on 'try'. ] You might find I'm far faster than you, however...and I've been told I'm very difficult to keep down.

[O-oh. A blush blooms afresh on his face as his expression slips, a knot of something twisting in his stomach as Adelis draws him in.]

W-well. [He swallows to clear his throat.] You won't find rope enough to keep me in place. But perhaps I can be... persuaded. To play along.

[ That's more like it.

He hums a bit at that, like he finds it an amusing suggestion. ]

I suppose we'll see about that, won't we. [ Adelis straightens up, giving the other's collar another firm tug to urge him to do the same. ] Now, are you going to stay seated with the intention of giving my poor roommate a show, or are you going to get up?

[Oh, right. He braces a hand against the chair as he slowly stands. That blush has not died down at all.] Let's not add an audience. Your room?

[He's prepared to follow, apparently... by his collar, a little stunned still to protest.]

Well, if it was something you had wanted to explore, I wouldn't have protested. [ A lie, but he's enjoying pushing buttons. ] But come along, then.

[ Luckily, the bedroom is nearby and it's just as clean as the rest of the house- although a tad darker, one notices, with thick curtains and not very much in terms of personal effects out on display...at least on Adelis' side, which he doesn't hesitate in dragging the other over to before promptly shoving him down to sit on the well-made bed. ]

I would go out of my way to warn you I'm not the gentle sort... [ His smile doesn't waver, especially as he leans over with one knee straddling the other man. ] But you come off as a smart man, so I'm sure you've figured that out already, haven't you?

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