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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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[Adelis' composed reaction means Syrlya doesn't think twice about it, the mark. It's old by years and he's used to moving with it--but the topic of conversation is a real mood killer.

The robe falls behind him, and then he starts to roll down his tights. There's a pause as he looks aside at the bottle and rope--well, he really has those on hand, doesn't he--and then he stumbles out of his tights to leave a bare covering of leaves that seem to grow off him and keep his groin shielded.

That, he'll deal with later, because right now Adelis has just popped the collar of his shirt and Syrlya wants to know what's under there, too.]

I've always been a very hands on person. [He starts to close the distance between them, a hand outstretched to brush against Adelis' arm before intending to wander to his waist.]

[ Huh. Modesty Leaves™. He should have seen that coming, actually, since he's basically been making out with a walking plant, but it's still the sort of thing that gives you pause. Probably one of the weirder things he's seen in his life, but at this point, might as well just go with it. ]

Are you, now? [ He shrugs and lets the overshirt slide down his arms, pooling at his wrists before he reaches out to curl his fingers around Syrlya's wrist as it travels closer to his waist.

Not to pull it away, no...rather he takes it and guides the other's hand to the edge of the soft-white of his shirt, before letting it slip upwards to press against the skin hidden underneath. While it's not as warm as most are yet, it's still a good deal warmer than it was before. ]

Then go ahead and show me exactly how much of one you are.

[Syrlya's palm presses flat against Adelis' waist, his thumb rubbing the skin as he feels the hints of warmth. His gaze flickers down, and his smile widens with a jolt of excitement.]

Gladly. [His other hand reaches up, to thread between locks of Adelis' hair--and he leans in for another kiss as the hand on his waist wanders up, dragging the shirt along with it.]

[ With that hand tangling through his hair, Adelis lets his own free one snake upwards, curling around the back of Syrlya's neck and ghosting the waxy skin with a scrape of his nails- just a taste, for now, of what he'll be doing.

Head tilting upwards into the kiss, he meets it with another intrusive glide of his tongue, while the cool evening air hits his skin and earns a mild shiver. For how he looks, he's surprisingly not delicate at all- the curve of his stomach with taut with lean muscle, and the shirt lifting further will reveal a handful of nicks and cuts and then some oddly shaped scars. By his hip, his side, and if Syrlya's fingers explore, one on his back as well- shaped like starbursts, almost, even if fully healed. ]

[Syrlya's fingers traces the edges of the scars, crossing over them as his hand wanders further up. But he doesn't linger. Adelis has known a hard life, and Syrlya doubts he wants any pity for it.

He drags his fingers down Adelis' locks, reveling in the smoothness of them before that hand joins the other on his shoulders, where his shirt is scrunched it. With some reluctance he breaks the kiss, peeking through lidded eyes to mindfully pull Adelis' shirt off from behind and discard it to the floor.]

[ He'd laugh a bit at the careful, exploratory touches, if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied- it is cute. Not entirely his thing, but cute all the less.

The shirt slides off easy and joins the rest of the clothes piling up. He isn't fully undressed yet, but it doesn't stop him from reaching and gripping the rope left on the sheets, idly wrapping it around his hand with a contemplative hum as if testing it for good measure. ]

Do you bruise easy? [ It's not really a question. ] Well, no matter.

[ He leans in so they're still close, one hand idly tapping the other man's wrists. ]

Front... [ And then it glides around, tracing a nail on the edges of his glowing spine. ] or back?

[Syrlya gaze drags down from Adelis' stomach back to his face. Once the shirt is off, Syrlya's hands go back for his hips--but he stops before he gets there as Adelis twists partially out of the way, grabbing the rope.

The hand along his spine draws a shudder out of him, and he leans in a little closer.] That... I will leave up to the expert. Whichever will be best for the souvenirs I will be walking out with.

[Hands. Going back for Adelis' hips.]

[ Well. Isn't he needy. Adelis quirks an eyebrow at that, but merely makes an amused noise in response. ]

I'll be sure to give you plenty, then. I would hate for you to forget.

[ But since he wants to touch so much, he'll casually cant his hips into the exploratory touch, shifting his head away to instead skim the points of his teeth across the other man's neck- testing the water, before there's an experimental nip. Flesh is one thing, this is another...how easy does the skin break? ]

[Maybe he is. It's not exactly that he's touch-starved--but this is all new territory, exciting and drumming up a sort of desire he's never had so encouraged.

So his hands eagerly return to Adelis' bare skin when they can, roaming front to back around his waist and fingers pushing under the edge of his pants. He tilts his head to give Adelis room--the slightest hitch of breath as he feels sharp teeth on him again.

It will only take a moderate amount of pressure, if Adelis tries, to crack the leaves that curl from his collarbone around his shoulders and neck--turning dark with bruising the barest wetness of sap. It isn't close to his veins proper, though, and the flesh under that is denser, firmer, and does not give so easily.]

[ And so he will, since the opportunity is there- marks are marks, and he did say he'd be putting his teeth to use.

The light crack of foliage under the pressure of his teeth is a bit surprising, being used to the give of the flesh from his small number of encounters, but he doesn't let it show. There's no taste of iron, as expected, but the somewhat familiar tinge of sap earns a curious hum from his place in the crook of the other's neck. He's certainly learning plenty today.

Syrlya's exploratory touch will find a few more small nicks of scars, especially with the further down the fabric is tugged, and now his skin has become wholly warm. A normal temperature has been reached, finally. ]

[Ah. Syrlya twitches as he feels the skin break, dragging in a ragged breath. His eyes flutter closed as his mind compromises pain with pleasure--not exactly a combination he's used to feeling, not at once. The rush of adrenaline in battle, the pride of being unstoppable, sure. But this...

His fingers clench, then loosen as he slides one arm up around Adelis' back to drag him in. The other goes down, feeling at his thigh through his pants until he finds the buckle on one of his garters and starts to undo it.]

[ He wasn't too sure of the reaction he'd get, but the lack of complaint says enough. After all, if the other wasn't too fond of it, he has no doubt he'd let it be known. But since there's nothing, he tests the cut of his teeth against the firm skin lying beneath, trailing his fingers lazily around Syrlya's collarbone in the process.

Adelis tenses a bit in surprise at the arm sliding around him, pushing them ever closer, but he offers no protest himself- especially at the fingers groping his thigh experimentally. Luckily, the garters were made for easy donning and easy removal, and he slips his free hand down to assist a little- they come undone with little fanfare, and he casually hikes his legs up to slowly slide them down his thighs and off. They hit the floor with a light clinking of metal. ]

[Syrlya's hand slides up Adelis' thigh, back to his hip as he sucks in a breath between his teeth. His other hand shifts along Adelis' back, fingertips finding the edges of his hair to play with as he tilts his head to press a kiss to his jaw. And then another, closer to his ear where he can speak softly.] I don't think I've ever told you... but you're very beautiful.

[ He is, if anything, only mildly surprised at the lips that skim his jaw, soft voice in his ear raising an eyebrow. He is used to compliments, yes- he's been on more than one assignment that involved garnering someone's special attentions, but this is a bit different from that, his self-confidence aside. ]

Is that so? [ Adelis gives a contemplative hum, as if he's thinking on it, leaning a bit forward as his arm slowly coils about the other man's neck in turn to match the one at his back. ] I would be careful. If you keep it up, I may even flush.

[ He won't ( probably ). Far too affectionate for him. But he's amused none the less, especially as he wraps his hands overtop the other's at his hip and slowly drags it closer to his waistband, slipping a finger below the black fabric. ]

[Syrlya chuckles, his hand dutifully guided to push under the hem of Adeli's pants--and he's quite enthusiastic from there, shifting it down to massage his fingers against his rear. Humans are so much softer.] Now I'm just curious what it really takes to crack your composure.

He pushes forward to firmly press their fronts together--but not for long, because his other hand needs to finally find the button of Adeli's pants.]

[ Fingers slipping to lazily glide through the soft foliage that make up the other's hair, Adelis lets his smirk grow a bit wider at both the kneading touch and the curious words- if only slightly. ]

You'll need to put in quite the effort if you want to find that out.

[ Now that he's warm again, the contrast of the other's cooler, smooth skin is noticeable, but not unpleasant. In the steadily climbing temperatures, he could even say the opposite. It wouldn't be fun to guide him along the whole time, and he did say he wanted to be hands-on- so Adelis will let him. Syrlya's a quick learner, after all, and there's nary much in the way anymore. ]

[His smile widens against Adelis' skin while he grips at the edge of Adelis' pants to start shuffling them down his legs with barely enough space between their hips. It's a bit tight, and brushes against Syrlya's already uncomfortably trapped erection, but he tolerates for the sake of continuing to soak up Adelis' body heat.]

Well, my persistence is my best trait. Hard work never scared me off. [He moves to slide a hand up Adelis' front, with the end goal of grabbing his chin to turn his face enough that Syrlya can capture his lips in a hungry kiss.]

[ While not wholly used to all the handsy curiosity the other has to offer, it's amusing enough in a way he can't find it in himself to complain about it. They're close, very close, but he supposes he's not the one doing the work at the moment, so he won't complain. His pants were beginning to get a bit tight, anyway, enough he lets out a breath as they finally slide down his legs. ]

How fortunate. [ He gives a light tug to the bits of the other's hair in his grip, as Syrlya's hand slides up his chest. ] It seems we're more alike than I thought.

[ Since he's so eager, he reciprocates easily- letting his teeth scrape Syrlya's lips again before slipping his tongue back in his mouth. ]

[Syrlya meets the tongue eagerly with his own, more confident than the first time. Or maybe just more horny.

He drags Adelis' pants down as far as they can go without him having to lean down. That done, he tries to snake one arm back around Adelis' waist to keep them pressed close through the kiss. The other reaches behind himself, feeling at the joint of the leaves that are grown over--and snaps it off.]

[ It is a bit difficult to undress properly with one's tongue in another's mouth, but there's a decent enough effort made. At least, when Syrlya goes as far as he can, he finishes off the task by bending his legs ever so lightly and hooking his own finger in the fabric, tugging it down and off the curve of his ankle.

Benefits of flexibility, as they say.

The light snap of the last piece of Syr's clothing does draw his attention, and after a moment, pulls back, idly swiping a tongue over his lips. He's morbidly curious, he won't lie- what is he working with here. ]

[The break of the kiss is enough of a signal, and Syrlya leans back enough to reach a hand to his own front and break off the leaves that curl from the joint of his legs down. He lets out a shuddering breath of relief as his erection is finally freed, letting the leaves flutter to the ground.

His stem (and there is only a stem) follows much the same form as the rest of his body--a short, pale length of dense plant matter with looser, darker leaves curling off of it. The teal pattern is speckled through the same area, creating a gradient.

He leans back, his own gaze dragging over Adelis with a hazy lust in his expression, properly taking him in as well.] Oh...

[ Hands pressed lazily to the blankets, he leans back to take a breath, heat firmly circulating under his skin once more. The light cracking of leaves has his eyes dragging downwards to enjoy the show once more, however brief it is. He wasn't expecting anything relatively human-like at this point, so he's not too surprised, but he isfascinated.

It's been a while since he's last gotten intimate with someone, but the gasps at the scrape of his teeth and exploratory hands have done their part enough it's rather clear he's enjoying it himself. Syr can look all he wants, but they do have something to be doing. ]

You know, [ He lightly plays with the rope in his hands, coiling fingers through the length of it as he tilts his head. ] It's a bit unfair you're still up there and I'm down here. If you wouldn't mind...

[Syrlya's wandering hands really want to reach down, but Adelis pulls his attention before he can dedicate himself to it. Ah, right.

He slides onto the bed, leg pressing close to Adelis' and reaching to rest a hand on his thigh.] Hm, I might just miss touching you when I've lost control of my arms.

[ Hah. Wandering hands, indeed.

Adelis merely pauses, before he shifts his position on the bed, leaning ever so casually backwards without picking up the rope quite yet as he faces the other man fully. ]

Will you, now. [ A hum, almost contemplative. While he does prefer to get things done faster, he did offer in the first place... ] I suppose I did offer to teach, so if you haven't quite had your fill yet...

[ He'll just let the offer hang in the air. It's up to him if he wants to take it. ]

So considerate. [He leans forward, maintaining the same distance as his fingers move to dance over Adelis' shoulder to twine through his hair. It's so soft.]

... But I can abide by the lesson plan. I will give my undivided attention to your knotwork.

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