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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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Good answer.

[ All the better then. Adelis picks up the bunched up rope, before stretching them out properly, idly entertaining the appreciative touches before he makes a gesture with his finger. ]

Turn around. Hands behind your back.

[ He isn't asking. ]

[Syrlya draws his hands back, shifting on the bed to pull his legs b up to sit on them facing opposite from Adelis. He folds his arms to his back, crossing his wrists.]

[ How obedient. That's what he likes to see.

When he up and wraps the rope around the other man's arms, starting from the top and working down to the bottom, it's with a quick, almost methodical touch. It's clearly something he's done before, down to the sharp twinge Syrlya will feel as it finishes taut 'round his wrists.

A finger hooks in the knot keeping them together, as he leans over the other's shoulder, giving it an coy, experimental tug. ]

Going to complain?

[Syrlya holds still, attempting to follow the pattern of the knot by its touch alone.

As Adelis leans over, Syrlya's head falls back against his shoulder, gaze lifting to the ceiling. He tests the restraints--his arms are still able to bend in slightly at the shoulder, though not enough to disrupt the knots. The position puts a tingle in his nerves, the slightest pain that preempts numbness. He knows how this is going to feel.]

Do I seem so delicate?

Perhaps at first glance.

[ Although, he's far from believing that now. How impressive he's still able to move like that. He hums, free hand coming around to press a finger to the other's stomach, casually dragging it downwards as he speaks. ]

But then again, people say the same of me- and I think you're well aware of false that is.

[ Part of him is morbidly curious- does circulation cut off, in someone with no beating heart? Perhaps he should have tied it a bit tighter...but no, that would be a bit too much for someone unused to it. Syrlya is, after all, not himself. ]

Bruising up delicate things doesn't give me the same satisfaction, anyway.

[Syrlya shivers as the finger drifts lower. He tilts his head, lips brushing close to Adelis' ear as he speaks softly.] Is that how you get them? Hiding your thorns until they get a little too close.

I look forward to seeing what you'll do with them.

Only sometimes. [ He doesn't even twitch as the voice in his ear. ] Work enough, and you'll find some rather like the thorns.

[ He shifts, only lightly, just to press his palm flat on Syrlya's stomach and promptly push him backwards on the propped-up pillows not far behind them. It might be a bit sore on the hands, but Syrlya did say he wasn't delicate, after all- he can handle it.

He casually wraps a hand around the bottle left sitting on the bed, thumbing at the lid with a light hum. ]

The question is- do you?

[Back Syrlya goes, staring up at Adelis as he's pressed onto the pillows. They're soft in contrast to the numbness of his arms and the sting around his shoulder. Nevermind the ache between his legs.

He licks his lips with bright-eyed anticipation.] I think I'm about to find out.

[ The smirk on Adelis' face doesn't dull at that, bed lightly creaking as he opts to hover over the other man. While not what he normally uses, he at least manages to pop the cap open with a casual flick of his thumb, letting it pour over his fingers. It could be warmer, certainly, but he doubts a man with much body heat would care too much.

Especially when, rather than reach too far down just yet, he reaches up to brush slick fingers over the other's obviously aching erection, just to test the water. He doesn't even break eye contact as he does so, idly pressing the pad of his thumb to the tip. ]

[Truthfully, Syrlya doesn't actually know the entire purpose of the liquid (but he sure is when this is over). But he watches with idle curiosity, until his gaze is drawn to m up to his intensely Adelis is watching him.

He feels that touch first, and his whole body jolts with surprise as the flush on his face surges with renewed vigor.] Oh!

[His gaze flickers down, then back up as an ache thrums between his legs.] What a tease.

[ That just earns an amused glance downwards, idly tilting his head. ]

I'd be sorrowfully disappointed if you expected anything less.

[ And it doesn't stop him from slowly, lazily dragging his fingers down, either, slick fingers sliding against the cool flesh beneath his touch. That had been a nice reaction, after all. ]

Or perhaps you're simply more impatient than I thought?

[Another gasp escapes his lips as he squirms, his back pressing into the pillows as his knees bend in a twitch towards Adelis' touch.]

I--I am very patient. [If only to maintain some dignity in the face of how impatient his body is. He's never wanted such a feeling so badly before.]

Oh? [ It doesn't really sound like a question. ] Are you, now.

[ The downwards slide of his fingers halt, dangerously close to his entrance, as he gives a contemplative hum. ]

Perhaps I should slow down, then, if you've such a font of tenacity. Is that what you'd prefer?

I--[Syrlya's breath hitches. Has he made a miscalculation here? Possibly.] Are you really all right with slowing down? Surely you must be--[His leg slides closer, to brush against Adelis.] Anticipating.

[ Adelis' gaze only flickers downwards at the brush against his skin, fingers only somewhat halting in their ghost-like traces. ]

Perhaps you are a faster learner than I gave you credit for. [ It sounds more amused than impressed. ] But I wasn't asking about me, now was I?

[ A finger presses against him, but that's all it does for a beat. ] I was asking about you.

I want--[He bites his lip before he finishes that sentence. It's not really a question, for one--he knows what he wants. And he's so close to begging for it.

No. Instead he throws his legs up, in a swift movement trying to cross them around Adelis and pull him in until they are flush together. Being folded that much isn't the most comfortable position, but that hardly matters in the face of claiming some satisfaction.]

[ Ah.

And for once, he's the one surprised- perhaps he underestimated Sylvari capabilities, or Syrlya's stubbornness. Perhaps even both. Either way, his other hand darts to latch onto the other man's hip as he's tugged forward, shoulders tensing with a low hiss at the friction on his bare skin.

He recovers fast, at least, but not without a Look. ]

Patient, my arse. [ There's a click of the tongue, pulling back in the slightest. ] But if you're going to be so bloody demanding, I suppose I can humor you.

[ Being so close makes it a bit of a challenge, but he isn't dexterous for nothing- hand on Syrlya's hip tightening to keep him still as he finally slips a finger in.]

[Syrlya lets out a breath, lip jutting out but any retort he has is choked down as Adelis slides a finger into him and rubs against sensitive flesh.

His eyes briefly widen before his lids flutter and his head falls back with a low groan.] Oh.

[Oh, that churns a deep arousal and it's only Adelis' grip keeping his hips still against it.]

[ That earns the smirk returning to his lips, regardless of the legs still crossed around his waist. Grip still tight, he pushes his hips down a little further, to ensure they stay down with the movements of his hand. ]

Nothing to say? [ He says, like he didn't just watch his retort die on his lips in real time. ] Should I take that as an agreement, then?

[ He's clearly not really fishing for an actual answer, if the tentative press of a second finger is anything to go by. ]

[His body attempts to shift under the weight, purely by instinct, but he doesn't get very far with being unable to brace on his arms. And as Adelis pushes in, his eyes slip closed with a groan.]

Yes. [He breathes.] Adelis.

[Fine, he'll plead a little. This feeling--it's a lot further than he's ever felt before.]

[ That's what he was fishing for, and he won't deny the pleased shiver he gets out of the plead in Syrlya's voice. For that, his fingers are a little faster, methodically stretching and scissoring with a practiced hand. ]

See. [ He leans over a little further, warm skin skimming that of the other's far cooler. ] Was that truly so hard?

Hnn--m-maybe. [But he sucks in a ragged breath as Adelis brushes against him, the combination of soft the firm touches breaking his resolve. His upper body squirms, back arching to raise his chest toward Adelis'] Oh--no, it isn't. Don't stop.

[Ah, he's really at his mercy isn't he? Not many get to pin the Commander down in such a state.]

[ The first stuttered answer earns a small quirk of the brow, fingers almost slowing in retaliation before he gets a better, proper response. ]

Being honest is a good look.

[ Ironic coming from a chronic liar, as he digs his nails into Syrlya's hip. He listens, if only for a few more strokes of his fingers, but he does eventually pull them out- to reach over and pick up the bottle he'd discarded earlier. ]

I think a 'please' would suit you even more, however.

[A strangled whine escapes Syrlya's throat despite himself as Adelis pulls his fingers free, his legs slipping as he doesn't have the grip to keep them pressed together. He rolls his head so he can steal a peek at what Adelis is doing through his hazy vision.

For a moment he just catches his breath--if he stops to think about it, most other circumstances he would consider being taken so low a blow to his pride. But the arousal is a much more gripping sensation and he really wants Adelis to work that feeling through him again before it grows too cold.]

Adelis. [Finally something cracks out, expression a blur of lust.] Please.

[ The whine is viscerally pleasing to his ears, similar to the pleading, and his fingers swiftly pop the cap on the bottle again as heat settles in his stomach. This is one of the best parts, despite his businesslike approach to the whole thing.

His fingers are slicked again, and then dip downwards, lightly biting on his tongue as he drags them over himself. Adelis has, after all, paid far too much attention to the other and hardly anything to himself-

But that can change, now, as he casually hooks a hand underneath Syrlya's leg, hitching it up a bit as he shifts himself forward. ]

Good boy.

[ And that is the only answer he gets before the grip on his hip shifts a bit downwards, to match the press of his hips forward. In contrast, the shaky breath as he sinks in is rather quiet, but the red of his face spreads further all the same. ]

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