Evan couldn't quite stop himself from grimacing the instant the goddess' voice broke the silence. Of course his attempt didn't work, but he really was not looking forward to the goddess making fun of him about it. Granted, she came on much less aggravatingly than he'd expected. More mechanical, eh? He drew his hand back in and studied the talisman again, paying closer attention to the ways that the wood and bone interlocked beneath the resin. Was it actually separate pieces that he hadn't noticed? Maybe an internal moving part?
He didn't really have time to study it much further than a second quick scan, though, before the goddess finished her thought. Evan glanced up to see what 'this' was going to be, just in time to see the goddess pointing towards him. For half a second he raised his eyebrow, but that expression quickly shifted to flustered frustration as a familiar sensation settled onto the base of his cock. Another fucking lightning band, and there of all places? Fuuuuck. Granted, by the feel of it, this one wasn't going to be near as intense as the others he'd experienced tonight, but uuughhhhhhh. His time back at camp was already going to be fucking frustrating enough. His hand gripped tightly over the talisman while is eyes glared irritably at the goddess, all the while his brain debating the pros and cons of trying to figure the talisman out. He wanted to just leave already, but also he didn't. He wanted to figure the thing out for his own satisfaction, but also he was frustrated and tired and didn't want to work on it right this second. He didn't want to accept this humiliation from the goddess, but he also didn't want to risk further humiliation by trying and potentially failing to work the talisman on his own. Complicating all of that, there also was a part of him...
Nng, fuck, Evan flinched slightly as a light shock pricked at his the base of him. Fuck fuck--
"Fuck, fine." The captain grumbled irritably, his eyes narrowing further as they shot their glare sharply but defeatedly to the side. He hated just throwing in the towel like this, and on top of that he found himself hoping desperately that the goddess wouldn't be disappointed - which he also hated that he cared about as much as he did. Here was hoping she'd just be delighted to get her fucking way about this and just send him back already so he could deal with the rest of the bullshit in front of him sooner rather than later.
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
Moderator: On Dreams And Desire
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun's eyes betrayed glints of enormous satisfaction despite Evan's somewhat casual response. She could feel the multiplicitous reactions his body was having to the situation, and she was deeply, gratified by the fact that the spark in Evan that resentfully appreciated being trapped and coerced into something like this seemed to burn brightly. And to top it off...
The goddess pulled at the air to the side of her and out slid her black wrap skirt. She tied it around her waist again and reached down into the sole pocket to take out a spherical red shape the size of a pea, which, once in her hand, filled out and hovered in the air to one side about six feet away from Evan before it lengthened to the ground in a size that accommodated him.
Dehaljadrun walked closer to Evan again, her hips swaying slightly, as she put one hand on the center of Evan's chest with her fingers facing downward and slowly blew her warm, seductive breath onto the bite mark that had left a gash in his shoulder. If he was paying attention, he would have felt the goddess shudder slightly with pleasure at the gesture.
"Go on, then," the goddess said afterward, pushing him slightly toward the portal with a deep smirk on her face. If Evan turned and started walking toward the portal, Dehaljadrun would begin to make a beckoning gesture with her left hand, and an airy chuckle would escape her lips.
((OOC: Dehaljadrun is going to make walking to the portal very, very difficult in that she's essentially pulling hard on Evan's will to leave. She intends to make him feel the immense pull of her presence such that it would be very difficult but still definitely possible to leave. You might think of it as tugging on heartstrings, I suppose, but Dehaljadrun also says it might feel like there's a string attached to each cell of Evan's body lightly tugging at him to turn around.))
The goddess pulled at the air to the side of her and out slid her black wrap skirt. She tied it around her waist again and reached down into the sole pocket to take out a spherical red shape the size of a pea, which, once in her hand, filled out and hovered in the air to one side about six feet away from Evan before it lengthened to the ground in a size that accommodated him.
Dehaljadrun walked closer to Evan again, her hips swaying slightly, as she put one hand on the center of Evan's chest with her fingers facing downward and slowly blew her warm, seductive breath onto the bite mark that had left a gash in his shoulder. If he was paying attention, he would have felt the goddess shudder slightly with pleasure at the gesture.
"Go on, then," the goddess said afterward, pushing him slightly toward the portal with a deep smirk on her face. If Evan turned and started walking toward the portal, Dehaljadrun would begin to make a beckoning gesture with her left hand, and an airy chuckle would escape her lips.
((OOC: Dehaljadrun is going to make walking to the portal very, very difficult in that she's essentially pulling hard on Evan's will to leave. She intends to make him feel the immense pull of her presence such that it would be very difficult but still definitely possible to leave. You might think of it as tugging on heartstrings, I suppose, but Dehaljadrun also says it might feel like there's a string attached to each cell of Evan's body lightly tugging at him to turn around.))
Re: Part 1
Evan's eyes watched the goddess move towards him, just as stuck languorously taking in her form as ever. Gods, her hand on his chest felt good, and the breath on the place she had bitten into him made him shudder. He had mixed feelings about the fact that she shuddered, too.
He was admittedly startled by her push, though it only threw him off enough for one foot shifting just slightly to set him back on balance. He rolled his eyes in response to her words and expression, and went ahead and turned to start making his way towards the portal. He'd vaguely had a snarky comment in the works about the portal not seeming all that difficult for her to come by after all, but pointing out that he was wearing a fucking lightning band on his cock for something easy for her to conjure didn't exactly play in his favor here, so at this point he was begrudgingly content to just huff off without comment.
Or at least, he thought he was. His feet stalled, his mind still lingering on the goddess behind him, his skin aching to return to her touch. He was just starting to wonder whether it was just the finality of staring down the actual way back that had increased the weight of not really wanting to leave, when he heard the goddess' chuckle, and it clicked exactly why moving was suddenly so difficult. He wasn't entirely sure whether it was relieving, being able to blame his hesitation on a goddess' active fucking influence, or whether it was unnerving to be so wholly impacted by her whims. Either way it was apparently something enough to spark another shock in the captain's pants, eliciting a soft groan from him before he determinedly clamped his jaw shut. His arm nearly shook from how tightly he gripped at the talisman in his hand, and his eyes glared angrily at the portal. It wasn't all that far away, but fuuuuuck the effort it was going to take to get there...
Mustering all the concentration and resolve that he could, Evan managed to move a foot forward, though his breath was briefly stolen by the devastated feeling that settled into his gut as a result. Gods, his body wanted to turn around and move back towards the goddess. He wanted to. But he told himself that turning around here and now would mean nothing better than the fate of a thrall. He wasn't sure that'd necessarily be the case, but it may as well be. She'd either be disappointed in him or pleased as punch with herself, neither of which were things Evan particularly wanted to stir in her at the moment. Course, she was probably already pretty fucking pleased watching how little fucking progress he'd made while he was sure his body very obviously held in its the tension he felt about leaving. Even so, he had to push on. He had to prove to both the goddess and himself that he could withstand her.
The thought of Xavier's charm came to mind, and Evan was grateful for it. He knew the physical thing itself had some mixed properties as far as the goddess was concerned, but surely he could just think about it relatively safely. His free hand willed itself to relax and his thumb ran gently down the side of his index finger, while his mind thought about the texture of the horse hair and leather and bone, and he pictured the spot his charm currently laid on the ground in his tent, awaiting his return. Those images lightened his feet somewhat, and he was able to get walking in earnest, even if he still had to continually tug vigorously against the pull he felt to stop, to let his mind linger on the goddess, to just fucking give in and return to her. He knew by the time he reached the portal he'd be exhausted in nearly every possible sense of the word. But, he also knew that he'd make it.
((OOC: So yeah I think he's gonna be goin slow and steady towards the portal like that unless Dehaljadrun fucks with him in any new ways. And I think his plan is to just unceremoniously dip out once he gets to the portal cuz he is not risking further hardship just to try to get a last word in right now lol))
He was admittedly startled by her push, though it only threw him off enough for one foot shifting just slightly to set him back on balance. He rolled his eyes in response to her words and expression, and went ahead and turned to start making his way towards the portal. He'd vaguely had a snarky comment in the works about the portal not seeming all that difficult for her to come by after all, but pointing out that he was wearing a fucking lightning band on his cock for something easy for her to conjure didn't exactly play in his favor here, so at this point he was begrudgingly content to just huff off without comment.
Or at least, he thought he was. His feet stalled, his mind still lingering on the goddess behind him, his skin aching to return to her touch. He was just starting to wonder whether it was just the finality of staring down the actual way back that had increased the weight of not really wanting to leave, when he heard the goddess' chuckle, and it clicked exactly why moving was suddenly so difficult. He wasn't entirely sure whether it was relieving, being able to blame his hesitation on a goddess' active fucking influence, or whether it was unnerving to be so wholly impacted by her whims. Either way it was apparently something enough to spark another shock in the captain's pants, eliciting a soft groan from him before he determinedly clamped his jaw shut. His arm nearly shook from how tightly he gripped at the talisman in his hand, and his eyes glared angrily at the portal. It wasn't all that far away, but fuuuuuck the effort it was going to take to get there...
Mustering all the concentration and resolve that he could, Evan managed to move a foot forward, though his breath was briefly stolen by the devastated feeling that settled into his gut as a result. Gods, his body wanted to turn around and move back towards the goddess. He wanted to. But he told himself that turning around here and now would mean nothing better than the fate of a thrall. He wasn't sure that'd necessarily be the case, but it may as well be. She'd either be disappointed in him or pleased as punch with herself, neither of which were things Evan particularly wanted to stir in her at the moment. Course, she was probably already pretty fucking pleased watching how little fucking progress he'd made while he was sure his body very obviously held in its the tension he felt about leaving. Even so, he had to push on. He had to prove to both the goddess and himself that he could withstand her.
The thought of Xavier's charm came to mind, and Evan was grateful for it. He knew the physical thing itself had some mixed properties as far as the goddess was concerned, but surely he could just think about it relatively safely. His free hand willed itself to relax and his thumb ran gently down the side of his index finger, while his mind thought about the texture of the horse hair and leather and bone, and he pictured the spot his charm currently laid on the ground in his tent, awaiting his return. Those images lightened his feet somewhat, and he was able to get walking in earnest, even if he still had to continually tug vigorously against the pull he felt to stop, to let his mind linger on the goddess, to just fucking give in and return to her. He knew by the time he reached the portal he'd be exhausted in nearly every possible sense of the word. But, he also knew that he'd make it.
((OOC: So yeah I think he's gonna be goin slow and steady towards the portal like that unless Dehaljadrun fucks with him in any new ways. And I think his plan is to just unceremoniously dip out once he gets to the portal cuz he is not risking further hardship just to try to get a last word in right now lol))
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun watched Evan's slow progress with immense pleasure. Sinking slightly into his mind, she could feel his determination and his lust for her, both from her influence over him and the way he had to fight with himself. That those two sources were practically inseparable in Evan's mind greatly amused and delighted her.
And yet, he still didn't give in. That was, by far, the best part.
Once Evan had made it halfway, the goddess' pleasure at the sight was joined by a quiet but certain feeling of emptiness. She tried not to look at it, to shove it to the deep recesses of her mind, but it began to well up in her, making her feel completely and wholly unsatisfied. Finally, begrudgingly, she realized she was finding it difficult to leave him.
It was certainly in her power to stop him. Just one little tug toward herself to make what was already difficult impossible, and he would be hers. But, it wouldn't be him. It would be a version of him so wholly and completely under her influence as to be lost to himself. What would be left of this army captain if she removed the fight she so appreciated in him? And, the fact that she needed him to travel to the underworld still weighed heavily on her. If he stayed any longer, she feared that the temptation to turn him into a thrall would simply be too much. Fine, then. Let him go. One side of her mouth curled up briefly into a slight smirk.
As he entered into the portal and disappeared, the goddess let her left hand fall slack while her right hand rose of its own accord and rubbed her sternum briefly, which had, strangely, begun to ache.
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Mizu had found it difficult to sleep. Between how furiously she awaited Evan's return and how urgently she wanted to resolve things with the Shel'ti, her dreams were filled with frustrations and failures. Still, she rose with the sun and began preparing to check if Evan was back yet. Angrily, she lamented that that was really her only viable course of action at the moment. Until she had more information about the situation, her hands were tied.
She got off her cot and began putting on her lighter armor. She did it methodically, ritualistically, as if, by putting on her armor, she were actually putting on pieces of herself. Once the pieces were fitted, she reached to tie up her long hair but heard a sound behind her and began to turn around, somewhat flustered by the idea of someone inside her tent before she had had the chance to fully finish dressing, but she steeled herself nonetheless.
When she saw it was Evan, her expression grew dark, and she failed to keep the anger off her face. She dropped her hair, and her arm twitched with a sudden and terrifyingly unrestrained desire to slap him across the face.
"Don't you have some gall, showing up here unannounced." Her tone was clipped as she attempted to regain control over her surprise and fury.
((OOC: The portal itself is silent, and Mizu did not see it.))
And yet, he still didn't give in. That was, by far, the best part.
Once Evan had made it halfway, the goddess' pleasure at the sight was joined by a quiet but certain feeling of emptiness. She tried not to look at it, to shove it to the deep recesses of her mind, but it began to well up in her, making her feel completely and wholly unsatisfied. Finally, begrudgingly, she realized she was finding it difficult to leave him.
It was certainly in her power to stop him. Just one little tug toward herself to make what was already difficult impossible, and he would be hers. But, it wouldn't be him. It would be a version of him so wholly and completely under her influence as to be lost to himself. What would be left of this army captain if she removed the fight she so appreciated in him? And, the fact that she needed him to travel to the underworld still weighed heavily on her. If he stayed any longer, she feared that the temptation to turn him into a thrall would simply be too much. Fine, then. Let him go. One side of her mouth curled up briefly into a slight smirk.
As he entered into the portal and disappeared, the goddess let her left hand fall slack while her right hand rose of its own accord and rubbed her sternum briefly, which had, strangely, begun to ache.
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Mizu had found it difficult to sleep. Between how furiously she awaited Evan's return and how urgently she wanted to resolve things with the Shel'ti, her dreams were filled with frustrations and failures. Still, she rose with the sun and began preparing to check if Evan was back yet. Angrily, she lamented that that was really her only viable course of action at the moment. Until she had more information about the situation, her hands were tied.
She got off her cot and began putting on her lighter armor. She did it methodically, ritualistically, as if, by putting on her armor, she were actually putting on pieces of herself. Once the pieces were fitted, she reached to tie up her long hair but heard a sound behind her and began to turn around, somewhat flustered by the idea of someone inside her tent before she had had the chance to fully finish dressing, but she steeled herself nonetheless.
When she saw it was Evan, her expression grew dark, and she failed to keep the anger off her face. She dropped her hair, and her arm twitched with a sudden and terrifyingly unrestrained desire to slap him across the face.
"Don't you have some gall, showing up here unannounced." Her tone was clipped as she attempted to regain control over her surprise and fury.
((OOC: The portal itself is silent, and Mizu did not see it.))
Re: Part 1
Evan's own expression shifted from exhaustion to surprise to fluster to furstration pretty rapidly, with its own dose of anger eking out. He wasn't angry at Mizu, though, and he hoped that translated. He was angry that of course of all places the portal spat him out here - did the goddess know? Did she do it on purpose? He couldn't decide if it would be better or worse for this to have been an honest coincidence vs a calculated move. Either way, he was pissed at whatever brought him here, whether it was the goddess' intentions or just goddamn chance.
For good measure, Evan collected himself enough to turn around, the part of his brain that had registered that Mizu's hair was down finally connecting with his body that perhaps some action should be taken. She wasn't what he would consider indecent, but he had a sense that she might feel a bit violated nonetheless, and that was certainly not his intention.
"Really didn't mean to, commander." He grumbled out hastily. "Literally just got back, this is the first inch of the entire camp I've set foot on. I'd be happy to go back to my tent and get some sleep if now's a bad time."
Course, he could also just step outside while Mizu finished getting ready if she did want to debrief with him ASAP, but he wasn't particularly inclined to offer that possibility up. If there was any chance he could sleep before that particular conversation then by gods he wanted to take it.
For good measure, Evan collected himself enough to turn around, the part of his brain that had registered that Mizu's hair was down finally connecting with his body that perhaps some action should be taken. She wasn't what he would consider indecent, but he had a sense that she might feel a bit violated nonetheless, and that was certainly not his intention.
"Really didn't mean to, commander." He grumbled out hastily. "Literally just got back, this is the first inch of the entire camp I've set foot on. I'd be happy to go back to my tent and get some sleep if now's a bad time."
Course, he could also just step outside while Mizu finished getting ready if she did want to debrief with him ASAP, but he wasn't particularly inclined to offer that possibility up. If there was any chance he could sleep before that particular conversation then by gods he wanted to take it.
Re: Part 1
With Evan turned around, Mizu tied the straps of her armor down properly and put her hair up quickly with angry finesse before addressing Evan. In total, it took little more than a minute.
"You expect me to believe the goddess you summoned behind my back dropped some kind of portal in my tent?" She said it in a level, even tone that still carried her frustration. If he didn't know that she knew what had happened before, he certainly did now.
Before he answered, she looked him over. Even from behind, he really did look exhausted, not to mention it looked like one of his shoulders had recently been bleeding. And then there was at least one other mark across his back that looked like it was an enormous welt, the kind Mizu had only seen created after one of the king's soldiers had been whipped... Mizu was grateful that Evan was still turned around as she simultaneously raised one eyebrow and lowered the other. What the fuck happened to him? Gods, she felt like she really, really didn't want to know, but all the same, she needed Evan if they really were going to have to negotiate with the... goddess. Lords, why was she put into this position?
Some part of her did want him to get some rest, though. It was obvious he had been through an ordeal of some sort.
With a softer but still commanding voice, she said, "you can turn around now."
"You expect me to believe the goddess you summoned behind my back dropped some kind of portal in my tent?" She said it in a level, even tone that still carried her frustration. If he didn't know that she knew what had happened before, he certainly did now.
Before he answered, she looked him over. Even from behind, he really did look exhausted, not to mention it looked like one of his shoulders had recently been bleeding. And then there was at least one other mark across his back that looked like it was an enormous welt, the kind Mizu had only seen created after one of the king's soldiers had been whipped... Mizu was grateful that Evan was still turned around as she simultaneously raised one eyebrow and lowered the other. What the fuck happened to him? Gods, she felt like she really, really didn't want to know, but all the same, she needed Evan if they really were going to have to negotiate with the... goddess. Lords, why was she put into this position?
Some part of her did want him to get some rest, though. It was obvious he had been through an ordeal of some sort.
With a softer but still commanding voice, she said, "you can turn around now."
Re: Part 1
Evan's fist clenched at his side. It was all he could do not to snap back, 'Yes, that is EXACTLY what happened', but he was trying to be measured about this. He knew full well that Mizu already had plenty of reason to be pissed at him. He hadn't been totally sure what she knew about the situation, but he kinda figured Xavier and Seth would've had to have told her something about his whereabouts (which, he felt pretty bad about having saddled them with) and he couldn't imagine a version of the story that wouldn't end with Mizu absolutely fucking livid. At least she seemed to believe the goddess part at this point?
He turned back around when Mizu bid him to, though his gaze lingered a touch down and to the side, his expression firmly in the intersection of tired, frustrated, and flustered.
"Permission to leave, commander?"
Yeah, he could try to convince her about the portal, but probably not in a way that wasn't snarky as fuck. If she needed to believe he barged in for no apparent reason long enough for him to get some sleep, then fuck it. To wit, here was hoping that his lack of snarky reply was actually all the more reason to believe him; it wasn't quite taking a fucking knee in front of her, but--
Evan's expression visibly winced, and his cheeks gained a shade or two of red as his mind was yanked sharply from the situation at hand to certain invasive thoughts from the other night to the situation in his pants right fucking now. He couldn't stop his eyes from widening slightly, though he did his best to keep the rest of his facial muscles from hinting at the sudden pang of terror he felt in his gut. He wasn't straining his pants nearly as much as he had been while negotiating with the goddess, but-- nng, then again, thinking about memories like that and feeling how they made him twitch against the goddamn lightning band around him didn't exactly help that situation. Fuck fuck fuck Evan did not want to think about Mizu noticing a bulge in his pants, especially in this particular context. And so, of fucking course, there was the thought, coloring his cheeks another shade darker.
Nope. It'd be pretty fucking weird and awkward to do this after having asked nicely and before Mizu actually replied, but Evan could see an even more awkward point of no return on the near horizon, and he wasn't about to stick around for it; better to cut his fucking losses right the fuck now. He clenched his fist all the more tightly by his side, and silently turned on his heel to leave, firmly enough that it seemed likely he intended to carry through with the motion regardless of Mizu's reply.
((OOC: That said, it's possible a firm enough instruction to stop might get him to, although definitely not turn around at this point. I'm not sure exactly how firm it would have to be lol. I think he probably doesn't actually have much of a bulge right now, mostly just mentally freaking out just a lil bit lol. Dat blush tho.))
He turned back around when Mizu bid him to, though his gaze lingered a touch down and to the side, his expression firmly in the intersection of tired, frustrated, and flustered.
"Permission to leave, commander?"
Yeah, he could try to convince her about the portal, but probably not in a way that wasn't snarky as fuck. If she needed to believe he barged in for no apparent reason long enough for him to get some sleep, then fuck it. To wit, here was hoping that his lack of snarky reply was actually all the more reason to believe him; it wasn't quite taking a fucking knee in front of her, but--
Evan's expression visibly winced, and his cheeks gained a shade or two of red as his mind was yanked sharply from the situation at hand to certain invasive thoughts from the other night to the situation in his pants right fucking now. He couldn't stop his eyes from widening slightly, though he did his best to keep the rest of his facial muscles from hinting at the sudden pang of terror he felt in his gut. He wasn't straining his pants nearly as much as he had been while negotiating with the goddess, but-- nng, then again, thinking about memories like that and feeling how they made him twitch against the goddamn lightning band around him didn't exactly help that situation. Fuck fuck fuck Evan did not want to think about Mizu noticing a bulge in his pants, especially in this particular context. And so, of fucking course, there was the thought, coloring his cheeks another shade darker.
Nope. It'd be pretty fucking weird and awkward to do this after having asked nicely and before Mizu actually replied, but Evan could see an even more awkward point of no return on the near horizon, and he wasn't about to stick around for it; better to cut his fucking losses right the fuck now. He clenched his fist all the more tightly by his side, and silently turned on his heel to leave, firmly enough that it seemed likely he intended to carry through with the motion regardless of Mizu's reply.
((OOC: That said, it's possible a firm enough instruction to stop might get him to, although definitely not turn around at this point. I'm not sure exactly how firm it would have to be lol. I think he probably doesn't actually have much of a bulge right now, mostly just mentally freaking out just a lil bit lol. Dat blush tho.))
Re: Part 1
Mizu was taken aback by Evan's lack of retort, which furthered her understanding of how incredibly exhausted he must be. While part of her hated the idea of waiting longer to get a firm plan in place--the idle soldiers were still an enormous liability--she tried to talk herself into believing that a few more hours of waiting wouldn't hurt and had nearly started believing it by the time Evan's face became red. Mizu was prepared for his typical anger, but this wasn't the red-faced frustration she was used to. No, if her eyes were not deceiving her, Evan was intensely embarrassed, though, besides the present situation at hand in which she had been less decent than she would have liked, Mizu couldn't think of what could possibly be making him respond that way.
Before saying anything, she looked down at herself to make sure that no piece of clothing had escaped her notice, but no, as far as she could tell, there was nothing about her that was causing Evan's reaction. Something that happened with the goddess then, maybe? She still could hardly believe she needed to take that possibility into account. But, if Evan was embarrassed, that was no small feat.
When Evan started turning on his heels before she even answered him, Mizu felt a flash of anger at the disrespect but then softened and just decided to let him go. Maybe Evan would even be more reasonable and compliant later if she took some pity on him now.
"Get some rest, captain," she said to his retreating back in a gentle, somewhat defeated voice. "But I want you to report back as soon as you wake up."
Before saying anything, she looked down at herself to make sure that no piece of clothing had escaped her notice, but no, as far as she could tell, there was nothing about her that was causing Evan's reaction. Something that happened with the goddess then, maybe? She still could hardly believe she needed to take that possibility into account. But, if Evan was embarrassed, that was no small feat.
When Evan started turning on his heels before she even answered him, Mizu felt a flash of anger at the disrespect but then softened and just decided to let him go. Maybe Evan would even be more reasonable and compliant later if she took some pity on him now.
"Get some rest, captain," she said to his retreating back in a gentle, somewhat defeated voice. "But I want you to report back as soon as you wake up."
Re: Part 1
Evan paused briefly when Mizu spoke up, mostly just to hear her out before he left. He was certainly grateful, to be heading to sleep without any *new* frustrations to deal with, but at the same time... he felt pitied, he supposed, which he kind of fucking hated. It was easier to take from Mizu than basically anyone else he could think of, though, so there was that at least.
The captain gave a nod and something like a grunt to acknowledge Mizu’s request, and then hurried on outside and into a beeline for his tent. He held his head considerably lower than he normally did, though he at least attempted to put up a veneer of ‘stay the fuck away because I’m angry’ over the goddamn ‘pleasepleasepleasedontlookatme’ tape playing in his brain. Despite that effort, it probably wouldn’t be hard to tell that something about this particular beeline for his tent was decidedly different from his usual. Here was hoping that he still successfully broadcasted unapproachability so he could just get to his tent and collapse for a couple hours in peace.
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The captain successfully made it to his tent and very nearly flopped face-first onto the hard ground. He groaned in irritation as he instead started to kick cushions off to the side and then unfold his cot, cursing his past self for not thinking that maybe - just maybe - there had been a decent chance that he’d want to just flop right the fuck down next time he came back to his tent. Then again, he hadn’t exactly left expecting to exert himself literally all fucking night.
The feeling of finally flopping down on that dingy but by now familiar cot was in fact kind of glorious, though. He was safe; he could relax; in fact, he could bask. As exhausting and in many ways frustrating a that night was, he couldn’t shake feelings of elation and pleasure as his attention sank into all the little nicks on his chest; the welt on his back; the bite on his neck; all the scratches along his skin; all the soreness in his muscles. It was like all the gratifications of a good fight, but with the added bonus of having been fucking instead. To say of course nothing about who with.
Part of his brain still couldn’t believe it. That first of all not only does the goddess of dreams actually fucking exist, but that Evan of all people would be the one to make contact; and that she’d want him. He was smiling like an idiot into his pillow, some part of him deeply tickled, and another part of him deeply honored. He knew several frustrations about the situation would return in full force once he awoke, but all the more reason to revel now, and let himself enjoy his hard-won fruits if only just briefly.
The goddess of dreams is real.
And she wants him.
Fuck. Yes.
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The captain’s dreams were a delightful remix of the events of last night, his mind happily rolling back through and expanding upon the experiences of touching the goddess’ flesh, and feeling her touching his. It spent a nonzero amount of time on the bits when she was Xavier, too, only embellished that Xavier was in fact present, and absolutely into everything that was happening.
Despite the unfettered pleasure of his dreams, the captain didn’t exactly sleep soundly; he kept being tugged into consciousness by the band around his cock, shocking him just enough to pull his attention back into his body. For the most part he was tired enough to successfully drift back to sleep in short order, though eventually one of the shocks pulled him enough out - or perhaps his cock was just finally aching enough - that Evan remained awake for a time while his hand ventured down his pants.
Here in the privacy of his own tent, with no-one to keep face around and no stakes to worry about, he actually kind of fucking loved the way the band shocked him, electrifying his nerves and compounding feedback from his body about his own motions in fascinating ways. Oh, some part of him was irritated at its interference with him resting, but that part of him wasn’t exactly in the driver’s seat while his hand and his body enjoyed each other and the lightning band. And by the time he was coming down from the afterglow of that experience, he was already drifting back to sleep and those lovely dreams, long before irritation could seep back in.
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Finally, a call to rouse started tugging the captain awake - some combination of the rustle of some soldiers walking by chatting and the way the sun came through the crack of his tent flaps letting him know just how late it was getting. The part of his brain that woke up from those stimuli was a bit embarrassed to realize that his hand was in is pants, and that… he definitely needed to change. With a tired groan Evan pushed himself up and started that process, while the endorphins from his, eh, nap started running dry, and stress about the upcoming chat with Mizu started creeping back in.
He started running through talking points, mentally rehearsing standing by his decision and assuring Mizu that he had everything under control. He certainly recognized how fucking arrogant it was going to sound to claim to have a fucking goddes under control - and, sure, he had a lot of doubt as to whether that was a reasonable claim to actually make - but he didn’t immediately see any counter-arguments that he felt held any water. He was getting their men back, and had every reason to believe the goddess’s motives regarding the king were in line with their own.
Once he was finished changing, he opted to swing by the infirmary tent first; he wanted to confirm that the goddess had kept her word about releasing an additional soldier before he went making claims about his ability to negotiate with her. Once he had that piece of data to either lean on or not, he’d go to find Mizu and get this sure-to-be-fucking-awful debrief over with.
((OOC: And, y’know, he can make it to the infirmary tent before anyone else bumps into him or not; up to you lol. He’s not planning on doing much in the infirmary tent other than confirming whether one of the soldiers woke up or not.))
The captain gave a nod and something like a grunt to acknowledge Mizu’s request, and then hurried on outside and into a beeline for his tent. He held his head considerably lower than he normally did, though he at least attempted to put up a veneer of ‘stay the fuck away because I’m angry’ over the goddamn ‘pleasepleasepleasedontlookatme’ tape playing in his brain. Despite that effort, it probably wouldn’t be hard to tell that something about this particular beeline for his tent was decidedly different from his usual. Here was hoping that he still successfully broadcasted unapproachability so he could just get to his tent and collapse for a couple hours in peace.
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The captain successfully made it to his tent and very nearly flopped face-first onto the hard ground. He groaned in irritation as he instead started to kick cushions off to the side and then unfold his cot, cursing his past self for not thinking that maybe - just maybe - there had been a decent chance that he’d want to just flop right the fuck down next time he came back to his tent. Then again, he hadn’t exactly left expecting to exert himself literally all fucking night.
The feeling of finally flopping down on that dingy but by now familiar cot was in fact kind of glorious, though. He was safe; he could relax; in fact, he could bask. As exhausting and in many ways frustrating a that night was, he couldn’t shake feelings of elation and pleasure as his attention sank into all the little nicks on his chest; the welt on his back; the bite on his neck; all the scratches along his skin; all the soreness in his muscles. It was like all the gratifications of a good fight, but with the added bonus of having been fucking instead. To say of course nothing about who with.
Part of his brain still couldn’t believe it. That first of all not only does the goddess of dreams actually fucking exist, but that Evan of all people would be the one to make contact; and that she’d want him. He was smiling like an idiot into his pillow, some part of him deeply tickled, and another part of him deeply honored. He knew several frustrations about the situation would return in full force once he awoke, but all the more reason to revel now, and let himself enjoy his hard-won fruits if only just briefly.
The goddess of dreams is real.
And she wants him.
Fuck. Yes.
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The captain’s dreams were a delightful remix of the events of last night, his mind happily rolling back through and expanding upon the experiences of touching the goddess’ flesh, and feeling her touching his. It spent a nonzero amount of time on the bits when she was Xavier, too, only embellished that Xavier was in fact present, and absolutely into everything that was happening.
Despite the unfettered pleasure of his dreams, the captain didn’t exactly sleep soundly; he kept being tugged into consciousness by the band around his cock, shocking him just enough to pull his attention back into his body. For the most part he was tired enough to successfully drift back to sleep in short order, though eventually one of the shocks pulled him enough out - or perhaps his cock was just finally aching enough - that Evan remained awake for a time while his hand ventured down his pants.
Here in the privacy of his own tent, with no-one to keep face around and no stakes to worry about, he actually kind of fucking loved the way the band shocked him, electrifying his nerves and compounding feedback from his body about his own motions in fascinating ways. Oh, some part of him was irritated at its interference with him resting, but that part of him wasn’t exactly in the driver’s seat while his hand and his body enjoyed each other and the lightning band. And by the time he was coming down from the afterglow of that experience, he was already drifting back to sleep and those lovely dreams, long before irritation could seep back in.
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Finally, a call to rouse started tugging the captain awake - some combination of the rustle of some soldiers walking by chatting and the way the sun came through the crack of his tent flaps letting him know just how late it was getting. The part of his brain that woke up from those stimuli was a bit embarrassed to realize that his hand was in is pants, and that… he definitely needed to change. With a tired groan Evan pushed himself up and started that process, while the endorphins from his, eh, nap started running dry, and stress about the upcoming chat with Mizu started creeping back in.
He started running through talking points, mentally rehearsing standing by his decision and assuring Mizu that he had everything under control. He certainly recognized how fucking arrogant it was going to sound to claim to have a fucking goddes under control - and, sure, he had a lot of doubt as to whether that was a reasonable claim to actually make - but he didn’t immediately see any counter-arguments that he felt held any water. He was getting their men back, and had every reason to believe the goddess’s motives regarding the king were in line with their own.
Once he was finished changing, he opted to swing by the infirmary tent first; he wanted to confirm that the goddess had kept her word about releasing an additional soldier before he went making claims about his ability to negotiate with her. Once he had that piece of data to either lean on or not, he’d go to find Mizu and get this sure-to-be-fucking-awful debrief over with.
((OOC: And, y’know, he can make it to the infirmary tent before anyone else bumps into him or not; up to you lol. He’s not planning on doing much in the infirmary tent other than confirming whether one of the soldiers woke up or not.))
Re: Part 1
As Dehaljadrun stared at the spot where the portal disappeared, she realized that her ears were ringing slightly. She felt uneasy and irritated, and not just because she would need to gather more portals soon. The goddess wondered if she had missed something about what had happened with Evan, but as her mind wandered over the moments when he had her underneath him, when his hand was across her throat, when her wrist had given out and his nails had sunk into her skin, she knew it wasn’t about all that. At least, not specifically. She savored those moments again, closing her eyes for a long period before she made her way back to her open-air palace.
When she arrived, several of her thralls, the ones that weren’t doing favors for her elsewhere, stood at attention, ready for her. There were several Shel’ti men, but she had grown bored of them, and besides, she would have to give the soldiers back soon. May as well have more fun with them while she could.
Of the soldiers present, the goddess unconsciously chose the one with a build similar to Evan’s, though he was, in fact, much taller than Evan. Dehaljadrun approached him, and the man’s hand twitched several times. This gratified her as she knew he was unable to touch her without her permission, but the twitching meant he wanted it, wanted her all around him, touching him everywhere at once.
Dehaljadrun placed one hand against the man’s throat and her other hand on his bare chest, allowing that one to wander down toward his hip, which she then pulled on to tug him even closer to her. Her lips started a trail of kisses down the man’s jaw, which made his breath catch deliciously, and finished at the middle of the soldier’s neck, relishing in the way the blood flowed underneath his skin. For a moment, she stayed there, breathing in his consciousness, his energy, and allowing it to add to her own. After a while, she bit him hard, hard enough that his legs began to give out beneath him as she lowered him down to the cushions below. Still, it wasn’t enough to break skin. Not yet.
The goddess lifted her head and quickly removed the soldier’s remaining clothing, tugging a few times at his hardened cock before straddling him. She then savagely bit at his abdomen, moving up his side until she came to the place where his neck met his shoulder. There, she simultaneously bit hard enough to draw blood and pushed down viciously on the man’s waiting cock. The blood flowed deliciously into her mouth, and she began sucking at it, her body growing increasingly animalistic as she moved faster and faster up and down on the man’s cock. She felt his consciousness slipping almost completely away into her, and more than anything felt exactly how much he wanted that.
A small voice within her reminded her that she really did have to give this one back, sooner rather than later, and Dehaljadrun extricated herself from the man’s neck but continued thrusting, finding herself remembering how Evan’s blood tasted and nearly choking on how different they were. Evan was actual flesh and blood; this man may as well have been a memory.
This thought again made her angry, and her thrusting became more and more aggressive as she clawed at the man’s shoulders, nearly reaching the peak of her own pleasure but undeniably aching for the man beneath her to do something, anything to try to stop her, throw her off, anything.
“Fight me!” she found herself saying to the man, and he attempted to slap her across the face, but it was mechanical, predicable, and she caught it without hardly trying. The man beneath her squirmed, but it was obvious he wanted what was happening too much, his now freed arms only wanting to pull her closer as he began chanting her name.
She couldn’t help it then. She orgasmed and allowed herself to momentarily lie on the man’s chest as she caught her breath. The man kept thrusting underneath her, attempting to get to his own climax, but Dehaljadrun pulled herself off him, enjoying at least how much he hated that if his shaking was any indication. Laying against the man’s side, the goddess buried her face there, knowing that, for all intents and purposes, she was alone, and no one would see her this way.
Finally, she reached up with both hands and pressed on the lower back part of the man’s head, which released the blindfold from his eyes. The man began to slowly fade and become opalescent as this portion of his consciousness became once more a dream before leaving entirely to join the rest of him. Frustrated, she slammed one fist into one of the cushions he had been lying on. What the fucking hell had Evan done to her.
But then she had an idea. Venturing out toward the back of her palace where her meditation circle was, she lit the torches with her hand and laid down in the center. If Evan was dreaming right now, she wanted to know about it. After a few minutes, a deep smile pulled at all corners of her lips.
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Xavier hadn’t slept well after the summoning ceremony. If he was honest with himself, he was exceptionally worried about Evan, and he had spent most of the afternoon and evening hoping to dodge any further questions from Mizu and Blake. He avoided Seth as well, which wasn’t difficult but was still notable as Xavier rarely hid from anyone.
The following day, after getting very little sleep, he wanted to go around asking if anyone had seen Evan, but he also didn’t want to raise concern among the troops. Finally, he resolved to just go peek into Evan’s tent in the event he was back and sleeping.
Standing outside the tent, Xavier waffled for a moment about whether it was appropriate to look into his captain’s tent—especially after having touched Evan’s leg the previous day— but decided that one little glance wasn’t going to hurt anything, especially in the name of Evan’s safety.
Lifting the flap very carefully, Xavier saw Evan and let out an enormous breath of relief as quietly as he could, which was, albeit, not very quiet at all. He covered his mouth immediately, but Evan didn’t seem to stir. Just as Xavier was about the leave the flap alone, he realized that Evan’s hand… Evan’s hand… oh, gods.
Xavier turned bright red and dropped the tent flap immediately.
Once he had recovered and had assured himself repeatedly that there was no possible way that Evan would find out that had happened, he made himself busy, throwing himself into equipment repairs and whatever menial tasks he could find in an intense frenzy that no one could explain.
It was late in the day when Evan emerged from him tent, and though Xavier told himself he really shouldn’t be lingering around watching for Evan to come out, he saw him from a ways away and was again relieved that, at least from this distance, Evan seemed relatively unharmed. Xavier pondered over whether he should approach Evan and finally settled on waving awkwardly, not sure if Evan would even be able to see him from this far away. If he did, that’d be great, and if he didn’t, Xavier was certain they would talk soon anyway. Xavier was his lieutenant, after all, and he deserved some kind of information about what had transpired. But, he wasn’t going to push it if Evan didn’t want to talk now, especially given… well, yeah.
((OOC: Mizu is in her tent talking to Blake and Elaine, and Trevor is, in fact, awake in the infirmary tent. Evan’s choice. *blows kiss*))
When she arrived, several of her thralls, the ones that weren’t doing favors for her elsewhere, stood at attention, ready for her. There were several Shel’ti men, but she had grown bored of them, and besides, she would have to give the soldiers back soon. May as well have more fun with them while she could.
Of the soldiers present, the goddess unconsciously chose the one with a build similar to Evan’s, though he was, in fact, much taller than Evan. Dehaljadrun approached him, and the man’s hand twitched several times. This gratified her as she knew he was unable to touch her without her permission, but the twitching meant he wanted it, wanted her all around him, touching him everywhere at once.
Dehaljadrun placed one hand against the man’s throat and her other hand on his bare chest, allowing that one to wander down toward his hip, which she then pulled on to tug him even closer to her. Her lips started a trail of kisses down the man’s jaw, which made his breath catch deliciously, and finished at the middle of the soldier’s neck, relishing in the way the blood flowed underneath his skin. For a moment, she stayed there, breathing in his consciousness, his energy, and allowing it to add to her own. After a while, she bit him hard, hard enough that his legs began to give out beneath him as she lowered him down to the cushions below. Still, it wasn’t enough to break skin. Not yet.
The goddess lifted her head and quickly removed the soldier’s remaining clothing, tugging a few times at his hardened cock before straddling him. She then savagely bit at his abdomen, moving up his side until she came to the place where his neck met his shoulder. There, she simultaneously bit hard enough to draw blood and pushed down viciously on the man’s waiting cock. The blood flowed deliciously into her mouth, and she began sucking at it, her body growing increasingly animalistic as she moved faster and faster up and down on the man’s cock. She felt his consciousness slipping almost completely away into her, and more than anything felt exactly how much he wanted that.
A small voice within her reminded her that she really did have to give this one back, sooner rather than later, and Dehaljadrun extricated herself from the man’s neck but continued thrusting, finding herself remembering how Evan’s blood tasted and nearly choking on how different they were. Evan was actual flesh and blood; this man may as well have been a memory.
This thought again made her angry, and her thrusting became more and more aggressive as she clawed at the man’s shoulders, nearly reaching the peak of her own pleasure but undeniably aching for the man beneath her to do something, anything to try to stop her, throw her off, anything.
“Fight me!” she found herself saying to the man, and he attempted to slap her across the face, but it was mechanical, predicable, and she caught it without hardly trying. The man beneath her squirmed, but it was obvious he wanted what was happening too much, his now freed arms only wanting to pull her closer as he began chanting her name.
She couldn’t help it then. She orgasmed and allowed herself to momentarily lie on the man’s chest as she caught her breath. The man kept thrusting underneath her, attempting to get to his own climax, but Dehaljadrun pulled herself off him, enjoying at least how much he hated that if his shaking was any indication. Laying against the man’s side, the goddess buried her face there, knowing that, for all intents and purposes, she was alone, and no one would see her this way.
Finally, she reached up with both hands and pressed on the lower back part of the man’s head, which released the blindfold from his eyes. The man began to slowly fade and become opalescent as this portion of his consciousness became once more a dream before leaving entirely to join the rest of him. Frustrated, she slammed one fist into one of the cushions he had been lying on. What the fucking hell had Evan done to her.
But then she had an idea. Venturing out toward the back of her palace where her meditation circle was, she lit the torches with her hand and laid down in the center. If Evan was dreaming right now, she wanted to know about it. After a few minutes, a deep smile pulled at all corners of her lips.
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Xavier hadn’t slept well after the summoning ceremony. If he was honest with himself, he was exceptionally worried about Evan, and he had spent most of the afternoon and evening hoping to dodge any further questions from Mizu and Blake. He avoided Seth as well, which wasn’t difficult but was still notable as Xavier rarely hid from anyone.
The following day, after getting very little sleep, he wanted to go around asking if anyone had seen Evan, but he also didn’t want to raise concern among the troops. Finally, he resolved to just go peek into Evan’s tent in the event he was back and sleeping.
Standing outside the tent, Xavier waffled for a moment about whether it was appropriate to look into his captain’s tent—especially after having touched Evan’s leg the previous day— but decided that one little glance wasn’t going to hurt anything, especially in the name of Evan’s safety.
Lifting the flap very carefully, Xavier saw Evan and let out an enormous breath of relief as quietly as he could, which was, albeit, not very quiet at all. He covered his mouth immediately, but Evan didn’t seem to stir. Just as Xavier was about the leave the flap alone, he realized that Evan’s hand… Evan’s hand… oh, gods.
Xavier turned bright red and dropped the tent flap immediately.
Once he had recovered and had assured himself repeatedly that there was no possible way that Evan would find out that had happened, he made himself busy, throwing himself into equipment repairs and whatever menial tasks he could find in an intense frenzy that no one could explain.
It was late in the day when Evan emerged from him tent, and though Xavier told himself he really shouldn’t be lingering around watching for Evan to come out, he saw him from a ways away and was again relieved that, at least from this distance, Evan seemed relatively unharmed. Xavier pondered over whether he should approach Evan and finally settled on waving awkwardly, not sure if Evan would even be able to see him from this far away. If he did, that’d be great, and if he didn’t, Xavier was certain they would talk soon anyway. Xavier was his lieutenant, after all, and he deserved some kind of information about what had transpired. But, he wasn’t going to push it if Evan didn’t want to talk now, especially given… well, yeah.
((OOC: Mizu is in her tent talking to Blake and Elaine, and Trevor is, in fact, awake in the infirmary tent. Evan’s choice. *blows kiss*))