Day 1: Evening

Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight

[ IRL Timeframe: March 11th - March 18th, 2019 ]

The first day has come to a close, the only things left to do are get some food and get some rest. Fortunately the residents of Bamborough are hosting a party to congratulate the heroes on their first victory, unfortunately it's running for several hours this evening. There's only so much time for sleep. What kind of balance will your hero try to strike?

Unfortunately for everyone, the evil-allured knights will be treated to a rude wake-up surprise when they finally go to sleep. No matter when they finally set their head down to rest, they all wake up at the same time, in the same place. Only the evil-allured knights will have access to this post, click to see if you've been chosen.

The good-allured knights, meanwhile, are free of a visit tonight with the Princess and the Protector. The two of them, however, are due to have a chat. Questions have to be answered, after all! He's dressed in his usual attire:

He's the same height as Luka with dark skin and vivid blue eyes that match the color of the sky. He has wicked winged white eyeliner to accent his eyes and curly black hair with white tips piled on top of his head, it's a wonder how it stays up there. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he's wearing a pajama robe that looks either blue or silver depending how it's touched or how it moves. Most importantly is that he's got brass knuckles on both his hands, like he's ready to fight. But he's not here to fight, he's here to give a whisper about what comes next.

First Night Event: Bamborough: Everyone invited.

The Weather
Starry Night.
64°F / 18°C
Quite breezy, all the trees are rustling.

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Bamborough Party: To celebrate the defeat of the first monster, a full banquet is being held near the beach in Bamborough. Unlimited food, unlimited drinks, and most importantly of all was a small stockpile of blankets, sheets, pillows, and toiletries to offer any knight who might've forgotten something on the way out here. Naturally, every item is sponsored.

You're all over Social Media!: Videos were successfully taken of all twelve knights and the princess during the first battle, and now the world is abuzz about what happened! What are they saying about your hero? How did they even get this footage? Or worst of all, how bad are they dissing your camera skills for those that recorded themselves?

A late night walk: The first day is over, the first monster is dead. How's your character holding up? Do they seek out support from a fellow hero? Do they spend it alone? What kind of night are they having now that it's all real?

A late night meal: Anyone leaving the Bamborough party late enough will be able to spot that a local late night ramen shop is open for business. If your hero hasn't quite eaten enough, they can drop by for a bite. But be warned, a certain sleepy villain is getting a bite to eat herself. Care to share a ramen bar meal with the enemy?

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Their pupils immediately dilate a bit more, like a cat's that has spotted something interesting, while they stare at Gyre. They feel like bullying him just a little bit more, until he suddenly shuts himself up in the middle of speaking. Right before clearing his throat and apologising. What?

They quickly get a feeling of what he was planning to say, and they step little closer, tail brushing affectionately at the bit of his leg that they had swatted a moment ago. "It's alright, I can handle those kind of jokes, I know you don't mean harm by it. But I appreciate the sentiment. It's sweet that you try to avoid saying something that might make me uncomfortable."

He shakes his head immediately, drifting closer to them without bumping into them again. Their forgiveness soothes him a very little bit, but he still looks deeply displeased with himself really.

"Keeping people in cages is evil. It was never... real to me. When I was a child." He sighs deeply, glancing in their direction. There's this deep fondness in his eyes, though he looks quite sad thinking about anything to do with their life before this. "I shouldn't have joked about it then either."

They frown a bit as they watch him, wanting to say something to make him feel better, but they've never been that good at this kind of comforting. And with Gyre, they're even more unsure of what would be acceptable way of doing that.

Not that they get to think about what to say for much longer, not for comforting him at least, because then he glances in their direction, and their chest aches when they see the look in his eyes. They're quick to look away from him themselves, uncomfortable tightness settling to their chest. "You were a child... kids don't know any better then, I don't think you should be held accountable for such things at this point anymore. Besides, isn't it the point that as a kid you do stupid things so you'll learn from them?"

He pulls his eyes away as well when they look away, suddenly embarrassed and worried about what they might say. Did he do something wrong? Maybe he should've just dropped this?

But no, they're just forgiving him again. He nods after a moment, still keeping his eyes averted. "I suppose so. It's not as if guilt will change anything, anyway." He hums softly, a sound that's almost a laugh again.

"Thank you for the perspective."

They deliberately ignore the weird feeling in their chest, and spare Gyre a tiny smile, squeezing his hand gently once again. "You don't have to thank me. But, remember, you don't have to feel guilty about that either. I'm not made of glass, you don't have to be that careful."

Which is true, but then again, they're also used to people saying whatever the hell they want to say to them, without really considering if it's nice or not. But with Gyre, they know he doesn't mean to offend, and that's enough for them.

"I know, but..." He lifts their hands up, gesturing towards their wrists with a pointed quirk of his eyebrows.

"You deserve a little gentleness, you know?" he says, and there's a little bit of a purr in his voice. He's flirting, but he does mean it too, dropping their hands back down. "Just cause you can take it, doesn't mean I want to force you to."

Did he really just say that? Did he... yes. He absolutely, 100% said that. 'Little gentleness'? That was it, the butterflies were back with a vengeance to boot. They have to look away from Gyre again, before he spots how flustered, never mind maybe bit too happy, his words had just made them.

"Gentleness, huh...? And should I take it that I'll be getting that gentleness from you tonight?" Flirt, they can respond to, easily enough. Genuine kindness like Gyre's? Absolutely not. So, they focus on the flirting aspect of his words, with that they know what to do.

He grins, making that familiar short noise that is his laugh. He had intended it to be a little more genuine then this, but if they want to take it there, he will too.

He lets his voice drop into that rasp they'd responded to so nicely earlier, saying, "I'll start there. We'll see where it goes from there, pretty thing."

And oh are they going to respond nicely to it this time too. The moment they hear the rasp again they perk up more, their tail giving a curious and excited swish behind them. That rasp is quickly becoming one of their favourite things to listen to, and they nearly purr at the simple sound of it. They almost curse themselves for being weak for people's voices.

"Oh, sounds like someone's coming up with a plan for the rest of the night~"

"Mmn," he shakes his head, waving a hand. "No plans. It's more fun when we figure the rules out together." He smirks over at them, raising an eyebrow. He really wonders what they're expecting out of this. He supposes he'll find out soon enough.

Which is to say, they crest a slight incline, and suddenly there's a camp! It's taking up a little clearing in the trees and it's extremely nicely kept even at first glance. There's a fire pit dug into the ground, and lined with rows of gently polished rocks. Off to the side, there's a canvas tent that's just barely big enough for a Gyre-sized bedroll and his emptied backpack. It's been zipped shut except for a little space left at the top. There's a little pile of chopped wood beside the tent. Across from the fire, there's a rack set up with three cleaned rabbit? skins hung on a pole to dry.

Gyre immediately moves a little quicker, letting go of Zafika's hand as he heads into camp. He moves a couple of the smaller rocks, and pulls out a wooden box, taking the top off and taking out a pack of matches. The pack has the logo of an Amarosian bar called The Waystation on it, and he flips it open. He's going to get a fire started immediately here.

"Uh, do you want a tour or anything?" he asks, and he's mostly joking. There isn't anything else but this for him.

They don't, really have specific expectations for this, actually? But Gyre seems to know what he's doing, so they don't mind going along. So far they've enjoyed themselves, and they have a good feeling about tonight.

The moment they see Gyre's camp, they're filled with nostalgia and are absolutely entrhalled by the small, extremely cosy looking camp. Their tail does this delighted swish behind their back as they look around the camp, and honestly, they hadn't even realised that they'd missed this aspect of their life before prison. Getting to camp out in the woods beneath the starry sky, falling asleep while listening to the quiet, peaceful crackling of a fire keeping them warm.

Their eyes flick back to Gyre when he speaks again, and they give this quiet, happy chuckle as they walk over to the fire pit too. If he's getting a fire started, they know exactly where they want to be. "No, I don't think that's necessary." They sit down a little bit away from the stones lining the fire pit, watching Gyre as he moves about.

He grins at them as they refuse before returning to his task. He gathers a little bit of fluff to light, and then one of the cut logs, tossing it into the pit. The match is lit and set in with the fluff, and almost immediately there's a fire building up to a steady blaze in the pit.

He watches it grow for a moment or two, making sure it's stable before he walks around the pit to their side. "Comfortable?" he asks softly, smiling gently into the fire. He'll sit as soon as he knows they don't need anything else basically.

They watch Gyre get the fire started, and as it starts to warm them up, they decide that they are definitely not budging from their current position. They haven't been properly warm in three years, so if nothing else, a warm open fire should do the trick.

As he asks them if they're comfortable, they look up at him with a soft smile, their tail snaking up to wrap loosely around his wrist. "Plenty. Just, uh... don't expect me to move anywhere from here. I've missed the warmth of an open fire. Never mind that I can't regulate my body temperatures."

He nods, and grabs their nail, holding it gently in his hand since they so graciously offered it to him.

"By the fire sounds like a nice place to spend a night~" he purrs, letting his voice drop into a rasp. He folds his knees and sits beside them in one clean, smooth motion. He's turned to face them, and he watches their face for a few beats.

"You're beautiful, you know?"

They have a shiver going down their spine at that lovely rasp in Gyre's voice again, their tail wrapping more, and a bit tighter around his wrist and forearm as he sits next to them, and they shift their position a little so they're facing him bit better.

And then he compliments them again, and while they feel like their heart skipped a small beat, there's that tightness in their chest again. They really don't like how persistent that tightness is. They push it aside in favour of leaning closer to Gyre, letting a purring tone settle into their voice. "Someone's going for the sweet talk again... is this your form of foreplay~?"

"Oh, is it foreplay you want?" he asks, smirking immediately. He reaches up quickly, catching them behind the neck and pulling them even closer so he can kiss them. It's quick for now, teasing them with a little flick of his tongue against their lip before he pulls back. He doesn't go far, of course, staying close enough to rest his forehead against theirs.

"I can do both, you know." and he squeezes the back of their neck just gently. "You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen~" he rasps, his voice a soft whisper that is absolutely just for them, and he takes their mouth in another sudden kiss.

Uh oh. They get a moment to wonder what exactly Gyre is planning, and when he suddenly reaches up with his hand, they almost flinch back before he stops them by grabbing them by the back of their neck. And then he kisses them, and while it's quick right now, it's enough for their mind to blank for a moment, while their pupils dilate a little and their tail moves to wrap around Gyre's middle once more.

As he rests his forehead against theirs, their eyes study his, and while the compliments and closeness bring an embarrassed blush on their cheeks, right now they wouldn't change this for anything. Especially not when Gyre kisses them again, and they feel like they could just melt. Which is exactly what they do, as they lean into the kiss and start to purr, their eyes closing and they fully let Gyre take the lead.

Things proceed quickly from there, clothes tossed aside and their bodies entwined for awhile, but only Gyre and Zafika know the details of all that.

Later on, the fire has burned down low, and while Gyre knows he should get up to throw another stack of wood onto it, he's content where he is. He has a new lover tucked against his body and the unfamiliar constellations are beautiful out here in the woods, and he's idly letting his eyes shift between both. He's not asleep yet, but he can feel sleep creeping up on him, his hand running gently, hypnotically through Zafika's hair.

He blinks heavily, and turns this fond, adoring smile onto Zafika, watching them without saying anything for now. They've both been quiet for awhile now, but he's utterly uninterested in breaking the comfortable silence they've settled into just yet.

Zafika is honestly not in a rush to move either, and not helping Gyre with getting up, not with how they're purring softly and happily, their tail draped over him as they unashamedly soak up the closeness and the affection. They're a bit tired, but they don't want to sleep, not yet. It'd feel like a waste to do that at this point.

They look up to Gyre, only to see him already looking at them with an adoring smile, that still makes them flustered. They press a quick, soft kiss against his shoulder, before they prop themselves up on their forearms. "Do you want to sleep? You seem tired... and, it's been a long day for you."

They don't want to break the comfortable silence, nor do they want either of them to sleep just yet, they want to enjoy this for as long as possible. But, they also don't want to keep Gyre awake too long, especially if he wants to sleep.

He watches them move with another heavy blink, and he brings a hand up to run gently down their side. His eyes wander down their body before he brings his attention back up to them. He's definitely incredibly relaxed at the very least.

"Your day was just as long," he says, bringing a hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn. He shakes his head quickly after that though, trying to ward off their concern before they can say it.

"I can stay up, uh... Do you want me to get the fire going again?" He's still laying flat on his back, but he'll roll over and get up for them if they want him to.

They purr a little louder as Gyre runs a hand down their side, and alright, he's very relaxed clearly, but that yawn he stifles definitely makes him seem tired too. They just chuckle a little at it, and don't actually say anything about how he's clearly tired.

"That'd be nice, yes... the island is pretty warm but... falling asleep next to a warm fire is honestly something I've missed." Their longing is audible in their voice, even as they sit up and reach for at least some of their clothes, they should wear a bit of clothing. As they do that, they remember the gem Gyre had tucked in amongst his clothes, and they bite their lip for a moment as they hesitate to bring it up.

"Hey, Gyre... that, gem you have... what is it? It's... clearly not just a pretty jewellery." They point at their own pendant, once again resting over their heart, but this one has sentimental value. Gyre's gem seems more than that, there's this weird... air around it.

"Yeah, it's the best~" he hums as he rolls over and hops up to his feet with a low grunt. He actually heads for his clothes as well, but instead of putting anything on, he fishes out the exact jewel they're asking him about. He looks a little surprised that they brought it up actually, staring at it for a second. It's a thoughtful silence, half pondering old mistakes, half wondering how he's even supposed to explain the thing. Most wild elves know what it is, or at least have some idea, and they do not want to talk about it. That's half the reason he took it off so automatically when they were together.

He slowly untangles the gold chain, and drops it over his head, moving towards the wood pile as he speaks. "It's uh... me? This body... it looks like me, but I'm actually here," and he touches the gem. "I have to stay close to it."

"Uh," he murmurs, trying to find a topic to talk about instead as he gathers up a few logs and brings them back over, tossing one into the fire pit. He actually looks at them for the first time in a bit, and finally sees that they're dressing again? He looks confused! "Are you going to head home?" he asks, and there's this tiny note of sadness in the very back of his throat. He expects his various lovers to leave once they're finished with him, but he had thought for a moment that they might stick around when they asked for the fire to be rekindled.

They take a moment to stretch, feeling so pleasantly relaxed and warm, they really don't want to move anywhere from here, especially not now that they have enough clothes on to be even warmer and more comfortable on the long run. They turn to look at Gyre as they see him pick up the jewel, blinking curiously as they tilt their head. That, was... him...?

"Oh... so, I assume it, contains your soul or something like that...?" While they're not familiar with wild elf magic, they do know about general magic a bit, and they've heard mentions about souls being possible to affix to an object. And considering that Gyre is a gheist, this makes sense.

Luckily his confused expression and question about if they're heading home distracts them from the jewel, and the tiny note of sadness in his voice just further sets it in stone that they're definitely staying. If he'll let them. "Oh, I, no... if, you're fine with me staying, I... I'd like to stay for the night. I just thought I'd put on a little bit of clothing, easier to keep warm that way."

Well. Something like that maybe. He doesn't really think of a soul like that, but getting into a discussion like that is just not something he's interested in... ever, actually, but especially not when he's this tired and really just wants to cuddle. So he nods to their question, letting it go as they clarify their intention.

"Oh..." He didn't even think about them needing to stay warm. He was enjoying the sight of them, but he supposes he doesn't have the body warmth to keep them comfortable all by himself. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I want you to stay."

He settles down beside them, that fond smile returning to his face now that he's been reassured a little. It only takes a second before he's leaning contentedly against them, slipping an arm around them.

"What about yours?" he asks after a moment, reaching over to tap their pendant against their chest.

They don't press the subject further either, they know well enough that there are some things someone might not want to talk about. And, with how Gyre is telling them he wants them to stay, they really don't want to push it.

Instead, they're more than happy to lean against him a bit as well, once he has settled down next to them. The closeness and affection is very welcome, and they're glad they're allowed to stay with him.

Though, once Gyre asks them about their own pendant, the look in their eyes changes, and they move their hand over the pendant, holding it gently against their chest. "Oh, this... it... it was my birthmother's."

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