casually throws pebbles at passersby.
The man made him more nervous than he liked to admit. Hand clenched at his side, Doron looked down-and-away from the fanalis standing in front of him. What did he want, Doron wondered to himself. What reason did this man have to be in Magnostadt once more?
Doron blinked, shaking his fringe more into his face to form a curtain between his eyes and the fanalis. “...Can I help you?” he murmured, glaring up at him from behind his hair. “We don’t get many non magicians here, you know. Or anyone, since your country decided to fuck us over.”
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◤ The man was genuinely shocked at the accusation. The general watched his reactions closely. The collared man was not a slave. That in itself shocked the Fanalis. Who would wear a collar voluntarily? It seemed insane.
In his surprise he let the words slip, “Who in their right mind would wear a collar by choice?” They chocked your thought and made it hard to breath. They were a sign of ownership, it degraded you. That’s why slaves were required to wear one. However, while he was itching to understand what was going on with that collar, that was not the most important thing. He shakes his head, regaining his senses. “Look…I don’t need to know your situation. It’s your business. However, you need medical attention or you will get an infection. At least stay the night here and get some medical attention.” It was the least he could do. ◢
“What?” Doron touched the collar at his throat, confused by the words and distracted for a moment from his pain and weariness of the large man. His posture relaxed, body language calming down as he relaxed against the wall at his back. Much less guarded than he had been moments ago.
“I like it,” he mumbled, making a face at the fanalis. “It’s, I don’t fuckin’ know. I just like it, okay?” he rubbed it, flicking one of the spikes before dropping his hand once more. “Yeah. Fine. Whatever.” he looked away again, shifting uncomfortably. “But...I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you’re messing with me,” Doron promised, shaking his hair out of his eyes and holding out a hand expectantly. for the fanalis to help him up-as if he could even stand.
His hair was in the way.
Running his fingers through silky purple strands, Doron moved it from his eyes so he could more clearly see the man speaking in the middle of the street. Intriguing, he couldn’t help but think. More than that-attention grabbing. Freckles, white hair, and a scowl that could slay a fucking legion-Doron’s eyes narrowed as he sidled close in order to hear him more clearly.
And when he did, Doron couldn’t help but laugh suddenly, too close for the man to not hear his sudden outburst.
In response, Doron offered the white haired man a wry smile, fingers playing at his collar.
starter call. Like this for a starter from my trash child. Or come poke me on im and we’ll plot something epic
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🔔 ouo/
“Thanks but no.” Taking the bell from around his neck, Doron chucked it across the road, one hand going to his hip. “Please. You really think I’m taking that from someone who can’t even face me properly?”
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You do know the reason why Aladdin survived your sister's training was because of his love for women's breasts. Lol
“If you keep sayin’ shit like that, she’s gonna hear you, i fuckin’ swear.”
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Send "🔔" to put a bell around my muse's neck
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Describe my muse in one sentence and they will react
the4thmagi
"Okay but..........you can't deny it....."
“Go say that to my sister. To her face. See how long you live, Aladdin. Your friendship-attitude won’t get you far there, I promise.”
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The magician said SOMETHING, but Kouen opted to ignore it. . this time. With the atmosphere so quiet, it wasn’t difficult to hear even a mumble. When he turned away, the Prince frowned slightly. It may have been an uncomfortable situation but he wanted to further his point. Being the one in control and the fact that he wished to view more of his face.
He will learn.
When Doron began to move again, his hand retracted to clasp with the other behind his own head. Crimson eyes dare not to move from the pleasantly obedient male laying over him. It was a dare– that tease of teeth. To emphasize he was skating on thin ice, Kouen let out a low sound, much like a growl. A slow shake of his head, implying a ‘no’. He didn’t move his hands just yet. Though another taunt like that and Doron would be in for a justified reprimanding.
He froze, nearly wincing when Kouen gripped his hair. This kind of thing-staring into each other's eyes-was something he normally didn't do. It was too intimate. Too much like they were in a relationship. Too...exposing for the life magician.
But he didn't try to pull away, only flicked his gaze up to the prince's face as he leaned in again. His mouth twitched in a smile and he widened his eyes innocently, scraping his teeth oh-so-lightly over Kouen's skin. He wondered if the prince would even notice. Wondered if he'd do anything about it.
Doron couldn't help himself, and laved his tongue over the spot in the next second, as if apologizing for his teasing taunt. As if he wasn't about to brush the other's skin with his teeth once again in the next second.
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Does your sister have big assets?
“My sister would kill me for even pretending to humor your question. So bite me.”
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“Sorry for making you work!” She chirped cheerfully, letting the magician cast his spell. Once he finished she moved her hand, trying out how it felt before grinning. “Seems to be the same as before!” The blonde flops down next to the magician, tilting her head a little bit to the side “Magi—? You know Aladdin then? And…well… let’s just say I didn’t like what I saw in that mirror? My reaction might have been a bit too much, sorry for that.”
He rolled his eyes once more-not at all impressed by the apology he was presented with. “Sure you are,” he mumbled, pulling back and bracing his arms on his knees. “Yeah. Your little friend has made sure to cause me problems on more than one occasion.” Doron’s words were a sneer and he made sure to punctuate them with a hiss towards the young princess.
Still her words made his scowl fall, and Doron found himself shaking his hair out of his amber eyes to look at her. “Why?” he asked simply-surprising himself by being so curious.
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🔥
For every “🔥” My Muse gets, their body temperature and arousal level will rise. After x8, they will start to pleasure themselves, anyway they can..Or ask another to help them..
“No, it’s fine.” And yet as he spoke, Doron sat down hard on the ground, pushing his hood back from his head and frowning as one hand went to brush against his lower abdomen-as if begging to go lower.
2/8
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🔥
For every “🔥” My Muse gets, their body temperature and arousal level will rise. After x8, they will start to pleasure themselves, anyway they can..Or ask another to help them..
“This is nothing that I can’t handle.” He says, while rubbing his hands over his arms uneasily.
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