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This Mess We're In The city sun sets over me...

You awaken slightly disoriented on a beautiful, smooth stone floor. A look around will tell you that this place is a hilltop temple with a good view of the beautiful city below. On opposite sides of the temple are genderless depictions of deities. One is clearly powerful, made of onyx, held up in an imposing stance with one hand holding a gilded flogger and the other outstretched with an open palm as if to enforce a command. The other, made of polished white marble, has taken a knee to the dominant statue across from them. One of their hands is a vase for fresh flowers and you can see that new ones have been placed there today.

The music of an unseen harp begins to play and a golden light permeates the temple. Suddenly, you know what is happening here. The duality that is worshipped here, the figures in the temple, they have a name. The onyx one is Ceannasach and the marble one is Cuiristeach and together with their combined power they are the ones who have brought you to Parthas.

What is Parthas? Parthas is paradise! You have either been brought here because Ceannasach believes you contribute to your world in some glorious way and deserve to be honored and served or because Cuiristeach believes that you would be excellent in a service role, perhaps they even feel sorry for the state of your life back home and want to show you something better.

The deities here also brought you because they need lik which is the energy that allows them to exist. Lik is created in small amounts when you interact with other people, in greater amounts when you grow fond of certain people, and in greater still amounts when you begin to use physical affection. However, when you orgasm, that creates the purest form of lik there is.

Ceannasach and Cuiristeach reward you in a special way. When you have sex with your soulmate or your hjarta, your vördr, or spirit, leaves your body in a time-frozen moment to commune with the deities and ask for something big or small that you might like. Sex carries on as usual and only you will know that you asked for something. If you ask to be sent home, the deities will send you into a hyperaroused state when you least expect it. Hey, you offended them.

The deities also believe you should know of something they have placed in Parthas for your benefit. There is a river in a valley in the middle of housing that will give and take anything you like from your body if you should so wish. This can mean a illness, sadness, a memory or anything else, but be careful because this river runs on fickle magic.

As the harp music continues, you become aware of a new power of yours. You can hear any thought that any other person sends your way, even the ones sent accidentally, and you can see images and moving pictures, as well. Don’t limit yourself to one person! Send that thought to everyone!

The harp music comes to an eventual end and you are left with the knowledge the deities gave you. Your intuition leads you down a southbound path towards a city where a celebration seems to be taking place, if the colorful banners are any indicator. Welcome to Parthas!

Dancing Barefoot She, intoxicated by Thee; She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with She

There is indeed a celebration going on in South City as this is the month of Feabhra. Where it was daylight when you left the Main Temple, now that you have reached the city the only lights are colorful paper lanterns strung up across smooth stone roads. The warmth of the daytime has cooled, so it might be smart to snuggle up with someone in one of the city’s various gazebos – each of them has a swing made for two (or three if you snuggle close enough.)

Harps, flutes, guitars and drums play lively music for everyone to dance to in the city square where garlands of brightly colored and white flowers hang for people to do with as they will. A stately woman dressed in black and wearing a brooch with the face of Ceannasach stands off to the side, her dark hair pulled back in a chignon. Whispers circulate, getting to you and informing you that this woman is E’ara Fraoch, owner of the most successful brothel in South City, and she is paying 50 gold pieces to the best dancers and 100 more if they will come work for her at Where The Wild Roses Grow, her establishment.

I Feel You I feel you, your precious soul, and I am whole

Food and drink is plentiful at this celebration and some of it is even free! The vendors believe that this is a good promotion for their stores during the rest of the year. They wheel their carts about, humming jaunty tunes and offering delicious things to you, the new arrivals, and everyone else in the city.
There is a man named Sam wheeling his cart of beverages and chocolate dipped waffles through town. If you catch him, he’ll probably suggest you order the alcoholic drink The Spirit of Feabhra. This drink does not come without side effects. It tastes like a fancy gin cocktail, sparkling and sweet with the flavor of berries and mint hitting your tongue, but the moment you get close to someone you actually have feelings for, you start to feel it… Them. Their thoughts, their emotions, their dreams… It’s as if they have melted into you.

Is This Desire? Is this desire; Enough, enough; To lift us higher; To lift above?

You have been told repeatedly throughout the night by smiling (creepy) faces not to wander out of the city limits into the wilderness, but now that you are here you just don’t get it. Lichens and fungi light up the night with a soft glow from the tree trunks, seemingly drawing you in.

In the forest, the music fades and the chittering of small animals creates a different tune. You don’t seem to be in danger. You might come across the healthiest, most beautiful apple tree you’ve ever seen. It is completely free of pests and only the dew clings to the apples’ shiny surface.

Should you pick one for yourself, you will feel a strange compulsion to bite it. Go on. Do it. If and when you have, you will find yourself incredibly aroused, but you won’t be able to bring yourself to orgasm – another must do it. If you didn’t bite the apple, maybe you gave it to someone else. In that case they will be unstoppably attracted to you with arousal to match. If you chose to plant it near your home, a tree like the one it came from will grow there and you will ICly receive a special reward.

Dead of Night When delirious fun; Has seriously begun; You'll be down on your knees; You'll be begging us please

Now you’ve done it. You’ve wandered into the woods without a spiritual guide from the temple. Now the vættir have been awoken and they are ready to fuck shit up… Sort of. Right now, these spirits kind of only want to ruin this party, but who knows what they’ll do later?

A low-lying cloud of black smoke crawls down the hills from the forest to the city until it covers the smooth stone roads and reaches up into everyone who is either of weak constitution or just simply tired and possesses them. It doesn’t take total control, but rather influences them, and causes them to destroy decorations, vendor carts, and do wild things they wouldn’t ordinarily do. Basically, these spirits want to cut through the façade and see you party like a rock star.

The only way to exorcise one of the vættir from a friend or loved one is to call on the deity of light – Cuiristeach. They accept demonstrations of service as the highest form of prayer, so get on your knees for your friend and get this done!

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Rhaenyra Targaryen | House of the Dragon

[halfyeared]

( this mess we’re in )
[She’s meant to be at her wedding celebrations. What stands before her is beautiful though. Eyes wide, Rhaenyra looks entranced almost with wonder at what had unfolded in front of her. There is a mix of emotions, of not being back home. It was her duty to wed, to become Queen someday.

But this? It is an opportunity at her fingertips, something she can metaphorically hold onto and ride.

Anyone close to her can feel her relief, her wonder as she looks around at this strange, wonderful place they’ve brought her to. And all for the purpose of getting intimate? Her brows rise as she looks around and takes in each of those around her, thinking more about coupling with them.]

( dancing barefoot )
[Rhaenyra isn’t shy to the concept of a pleasure house, nor is she shy about much of anything. She’s quite the dancer, too. Of course her steps are a bit more formal. She holds the elegance and poise of a princess, someone who has been bred into a life of fine dancing.

As the night dwindles on, it’s clear she’s had a few cups. Her steps are a little looser, hands coming around the waist of someone close to her. It isn’t at all appropriate, and the touch speaks of far more, but then the Realm’s Delight has always been forward when she wants something.

Will you have this dance?

( is this desire )
[To no one’s shock, the silver haired princess does not heed warnings well. Picking her skirts up, she eventually wanders out to the woods beyond. The glowing mushrooms entice her on, so very curious about the lands she finds herself in now.

Eventually she comes to a lush and prosperous apple tree. Rhaenyra doesn’t remember being hungry, but suddenly the desire to have one of the apples seems urgent. Reaching a hand up, she gently plucks one of the ripened, juicy red apples from a branch raised just a little taller than her. It’s only then that she becomes aware that someone else is there, perhaps just as curious and interested in the tree as she is.]

How very strange this tree is here? [She lifts the apple.] Have you had one?

ooc: Rhaenyra is 18 at her canon point. mostly interested in m/f or Alicent. dancing barefoot has some good potential for f/f with touching and kissing, get her a little more curious about being with a woman.
otherwise I’m fairly open. kinklist here or feel free to message if you’d like to plot something out (I’m definitely open to wildcards and maybe her going down on someone ;) )

dancing barefoot

[panzersoldat]

[He can admit he'd been watching her. There had been a beautiful nobility about her movements. Of course Reinhardt is also aware that she is young. Young and elegant while he is very much neither of those things. Still, she had been so lovely to see moving like that. He can look respectfully and let better suited men and women to be her partners.

But it gets late and the vision comes his way. Her hand likely barely spans a part of his side. His heavily scarred and calloused hand dwarfs most peoples but for his size and strength he is exceedingly gentle in the way he places his hand over hers and gives her a small, warm smile.

His voice is a deep rumbling bass, barely held back from loudly booming as is his usual means of communication. One doesn't need to be so loud around such a proper lady.]

You do me the greatest of honors in asking. I would enjoy nothing more than to dance with you. You will have to forgive me ahead of time, it has been a while since I have, but I promise I'll not step on anything.

[He'll let her take him to the floor so he can rest his hands upon her, trying to not get too informal with how much flesh one hand of his can cover.]

[ooc: if he's too old, I'm absolutely fine with Gen]

[halfyeared]

ooc: i wouldn't mind, but the muse would likely object without prior cr and the like. also sorry about slow, just had surgery

[She isn't unused to the attentions of men of all ages. After all it was not that long ago for her she was on a tour where men who had not hit puberty ventured for her hand along with men who once knew her great grandfather. Still she is not rude and her cups put her in high spirits. A dancing partner is all she wants, even if she knows she is getting the looks from others as well.]

That is all I can ask of you then, [She says, smiling as she turns to look at others watching her. It might not do well for a princess to get the offer for a whore house, but the Realm's Delight does not mind the attention on her anyway. Instead she offers her hand, at least pretending to care about propriety for the moment. She's all rosy cheeks and smiles though, an affect from the wine she's consumed.]

[panzersoldat]

[ His touch is as light as he can make it. He doesn't want to overdo it. He knows he's a big man and that if he's not careful, he can accidently grip too hard. He feels like he's escorting a lady. And honestly, how much more attention would they grab with him as her partner. He stands head and shoulders above everyone in attendance. ]

This way then, my lady. [He doesn't know if she's royalty. His world really doesn't have that anymore. Not for hundreds of years. For tonight though, he allows himself to have a scene from the tales he was obsessed with in his childhood. A knight dancing with a highborn lady.

He'll escort her to the center of the square, purposely keeping his strides to hers. She is the one to dictate his speed. He'll not go a step longer than she's comfortable making. Just as chivalry means the awkward moments of trying to find where it's least offensive to place his hands. He's such a large man that they span far.]

If I offend, please tell me. I wish not to besmirch your honor. [Because that's what they say in the stories. He doesn't care how ridiculous is sounds out loud.

His expression goes to one of concentration, trying to remember the steps of a dance he's only really done once or twice in his life. He whispers the count under his breath. One Two Three...one two three. But he already is moving, doing his best not to be the center of the attention, but to be the spotlight to pull it towards her.]

This mess we're in

[serbreakbones]

[Relief isn't something he expected the princess to feel. Though, given the night that she slipped out into King's Landing, it wasn't very surprising. She seemed like a woman restrained by duty, but hardly as firmly as the queen. Didn't she seem to enjoy doing as she pleased. He's never forgotten her during the hunt, covered in blood. It was fitting and he was the only one to find it appealing.

He felt her before he saw her. Soft brown eyes find her small, lithe form. It's only warmth that could be sensed from him. She had that affect on him. He pushed through the other newer arrivals and made his way to her, bowing with a smirk on his face.]

Princess.

[halfyeared]

[The restraints of her title, her inheritance, seem to slip away. She quickly realizes no one here knows her nor knows her name, much like she knows nothing of this land nor all the other lands the others come from. It’s refreshing, to be unknown— like running through the streets of King’s Landing with her uncle. This time there is no disguise.

All of that comes to a momentary halt when she senses someone happy to see her. It’s an unexpected feeling to suddenly be recognized, but there is no animosity coming from them. It’s then she sees Harwin, his looming size, push through the crowd toward her.

There may have been a hesitance, just a flicker of disappointment when she felt recognized, but upon seeing him approach, all of that is washed away by a contment and happiness to see perhaps the one person she feels is on her side.]

Ser Harwin. It is good to see you.

[serbreakbones]

[He has always been on her side from the beginning. Bloody, fierce, obstinate, she has always been a woman he admires and wishes to serve. Recent events have made matters difficult, given her marriage, but it did nothing to lessen his admiration.

Not that long ago, he was directed by his father to protect Rhaenyra, to shield her from the fight at her wedding feast. That obligation has not lessened, no matter where they are. No matter how she might view him either.

It's clear at least from her feelings that she's happy to see him. His features are soft, gentle and protective.]

Are you well?

[halfyeared]

[Her hands naturally fall behind her back in a regal pose as she looks up at him to talk. He’s always regarded her a certain way, and she may be a little more appreciative of it in a place like this.]

As well as can be expected in a new place such as this, but I think I am faring well.

[She has been having a time of it, enjoying herself and the lack of responsibilities she has.]

And you, Ser? Have you just gotten here, too? [She would imagine he would do well in a place like this, where intimacies are not only expected, but encouraged. The sly little look she has on her face is telling, a playful smirk hiding in the corner of her mouth.]

[serbreakbones]

[His gaze has always been knowing, as though he senses where their path will lead. Seeing her again, it's so similar to that night in King's Landing. She looks like she belongs, a hint of wildness behind her eyes and an eagerness to meet each challenge presented.

No matter if it's proper or not.

Just like her, he doesn't seem out of place. Tall and burly, he wasn't the sort of elegance that the others evoked, but his manner was free and he was far from put out.]

Aye, it seems we've arrived at the same time.

[He considered reaching for her, but let his grin speak instead.]

[halfyeared]

Come, sit. Let us have some wine. Yours is the first friendly face I have seen here, and likely the only one who would be happy to see me, too.

[Things are too stringent with Criston now, and she doesn't know that he's betrayed her to Alicent. Maybe Daemon would be intrigued to have her here, but they left things in an odd place, too. The way Harwin regards her is different. She relishes it, to just be simply admired.

Without him asking, she simply takes his arm and heads over to one of the long tables set out for them. Will this likely go somewhere? She at least intends to see if he is interested.]

[serbreakbones]

You do yourself a disservice, princess.

[But he wouldn't disagree with her. Between the Queen, Prince Daemon and the Lannisters, it was likely that there would be a great deal of hostility facing her. Others might find that worrisome, that so many were afraid and abrasive to her, but if anything, it proved his earlier suspicions. The dragon's blood could be off putting. The heat was something not all could accept.

He smiled down at her hand on his arm. Once she was settled, he pulled his seat closer.]

Do you mean to hide your identity?

[Given how she was a bit disappointed at seeing him, he had to guess that she wanted to pretend to be other than she was.]

dancing barefoot

[tooktheblack]

( Jon is a terrible dancer. He can only really manage it when he's in his cups, really, and he isn't quite drunk enough yet to be as free with it as the other people here. He's noticed there's a woman who seems to be recruiting for a brothel and he takes that for what it is; it's a place where people have sex so there'd be a need for brothels, aye. He just isn't the sort to go to one, not even when he's had a chance to.

He's thinking too much when someone's hands come around his waist and when he looks at her, he's a little startled. There's no mistaking someone of that look. It's a Targaryen, even if it's someone he's never seen before. How? And in this place? )

Aye, I'll have the dance. I'll have a question, first, though. Are you from House Targaryen?

[halfyeared]

[She spins easily and moves around him to take his hands. He's around her age-- mayhaps a few years older, though that matters little to her. Having someone in her age bracket is fine enough for her. It might have been why she's singled him out now, that and his style is almost similar enough. It's something she could relate to even if it's nothing that would be seen in King's Landing, though likely in the North during Winter.

Her eyes are bright when he seems to know her House automatically, though really it is no surprise. If they were home, it would be no question of where she was from.]

I am, indeed. And you? From the Seven Kingdoms then? [If he spoke well and knew her by sight he must be Lord. There are too many to guess right now though.]

[tooktheblack]

We're related. I was raised by House Stark, though, as Ned Stark's bastard.

( Jon knows that people come from all sorts of places and this is the first person he's seen from Westeros but he knows there's no Targaryens alive in the world he lives in. That doesn't mean there didn't used to be, though, and he wonders if this girl isn't from his past. It's a strange thing to fathom, someone long dead being young and alive, but he's seen stranger in his life. )

My name is Jon. I guess my actual name is Aegon Targaryen but no one has ever called me by it and I think there's another five of them so I think Jon belongs more to me. Jon Snow. And you, my lady?

[halfyeared]

[She moves to turn into him, moving easily to the music even if it is not something familiar to her. At this point she's letting the rhythm move her, and she's just as into the conversation now as she was moving with him.]

You look like a Stark, [She says with a bit of a smile. He definitely does not have the silver hair or purple eyes of the Targaryens, but she keeps the conversation light. It seems there is a lot there, a whole story to what he's just told her.]

My father had a son named Aegon. It is a good name. After the Conqueror. [Of course her feelings on her brother Aegon are a lot more complicated, but the last thing she would do is talk down a Targaryen name, especially one as prominent as Aegon's.]

But Jon will suffice if you prefer it. I am Princess Rhaenyra. [And she moves to make it so that he has to spin her, doing so elegantly and to once again draw all eyes on her.]

[tooktheblack]

My mother was a Stark. The Stark blood runs true. Probably why I didn't know who I was for so long. Easier to hide.

( At one point, his identity might have been something to spark a war and burn the world and, during the reign of King Robert, it would have gotten him dead but now none of that matters. The last Targaryen is dead and Starks sit on two thrones of Westeros and neither of those Starks are him. He's free to be who he always was without the burden of a secret bloodline or a heavy name.

He spins her and pulls her back close, glad she's a good dancer because it hides how poor a dancer he is. )

Well met, your Grace. How do two Targaryens end up in a place like this?

[halfyeared]

[He pulls her to his chest, and she listens well enough. There's certainly more to it, especially when he mentions hiding. It would make sense if he thought he was Ned Stark's bastard (Ned Stark she is presuming is the Lord of Winterfell). Brows rise as she looks up at him, mayhaps a bit more interested. He's intriguing for sure, his story more so.]

And why would a Targaryen have to hide? [They certainly are not ones to do that. Of course dragons also made it a bit harder.]

I am not sure if any of us know how we ended up in a place like this. [But she, for one, is living for it.]

[tooktheblack]

There was a war, when I was born. The Baratheon lord took over the Iron Throne and had all of the Targaryens killed. It's a dangerous thing to be. Not any longer, though. The world is different.

( It feels strange to talk about his world with someone who knows it but also doesn't know it - Rhaenyra is from a time where there were clearly more Targaryens around than just two and he wonders what it must have been like, to grow up with a family and know it to be yours. )

You have your family, then? In the Red Keep? I think you must be from my past...as strange as that sounds. When I come from, we had a long, bitter winter and we fought against the dead. It was Targaryen dragons that saved us, in part. Fire was the only thing that could kill them.

Dancing Barefoot

[thefirstempress]

[She wants to. Eirene likes the look of court and country dances. Watching has never been as entertaining as participating (she assumes). Her health has never been gracious enough to allow her that moment of pleasure, and it was clear from the woman's look, that it was a pleasure she is missing.

She gives an apologetic look, tearing her lower lip as she found her voice. Being the center of attention left her petrified and having a stranger approach her, her eyes were wide, almost not moving under scrutiny.]

I'm afraid I'm not a good choice for a partner. There are others who would be honored to dance with you.

[She has seen Rhaenyra dancing, watching her longer than the others. Se is lovely, spirited and strong, all things Eirene wishes she could summon more easily.]

[halfyeared]

[She is in a huff, from dancing many songs in a row. Her cheeks are flushed, but she's having a good time of it, only occasionally stopping for another drink or to find a new partner.]

You look as if you wish to dance. [She could be wrong, but she has noticed the other woman's eyes on her. Rhaenyra returns her words kindly, saccharine sweet back to her.]

Come, we can go slow. I will not work you up too much, I swear it. [There is a coy smile playing on her lips that says, 'unless you want me to'.]

[thefirstempress]

[It makes her nervous. Hyper focus and an overactive awareness of her health never allowed her to let her guard down. It has been easier to forgo pleasure for the sake of being safe.]

I like the look of dancing, but it's better I don't. [Slow. Slow might be wise, but it's such a risk that she's quick to place her hand on Rhaenyra's arm.]

What if we sit somewhere instead and talk?

[halfyeared]

Why not? [It might be intrusive, but Rhaenyra thinks she is pretty already, and she wishes to have her arms around her, making her smile. She doesn't know why, but the girl looks like she could use a good time, and the young princess is always up for that.

She draws her hand back and offers it to her.] Will you dance with me in the hall out there then? And you can talk to me about whatever you wish.

[thefirstempress]

[She hated to admit the reason. So much of her life had been spent hiding her weaknesses. Whether by her father, the matchmaker and even her husband. Here, she might not have a choice, risking pity or annoyance.

Eirene pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve, dabbing it with a bit of medicine she wore around her neck. She pressed the handkerchief to her mouth and breathed in slowly.]

I have trouble catching my breathe. Too much exertion gives me an attack on my lungs.

I was advised by my healer to abstain from dances.

[halfyeared]

Oh. [She frowns suddenly. She can assume what a healer is in the context, brows furrowing after she processes this. Her hands move around to her sides before she can stand to look at her.]

Not even slow ones?

[Because Rhaenyra is not used to being told 'no', and she's always trying to push just a little.]

[thefirstempress]

[Rhaenyra is determined. It tickles Eirene to face someone as stubborn as she is. As it seems they're at an impasse, there is only one other excuse she possesses.]

I'm afraid I don't know ant slow dances. I was never taught.

[Even in saying that, she suspects Rhaenyra will still insist.]