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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
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▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
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▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
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Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | new character
Flower MazePicnicSpecial Lawn GamesWILDCARD
Picnic
And then Sylvain spins back around towards the blanket he'd been about to stroll past, his eyes wide as they land on the familiar figure seated there, open picnic basket beside him.
He'd think he was hallucinating, but this is a bizarre thing to imagine, even for him. ]
Your... Highness?
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He feels his breath catch in his throat as he watches Slyvain spin back around. While he'd finally come to his senses back home, haunted now by the sight of Rodrigue's lifeless body, his final words, he can't help but think he isn't ready for this. He's not ready to look Sylvain in the eye and speak to him as if nothing had changed over the years, as if he hadn't been this cruel monster who snarled at any and everyone who tried to come close. As if there hadn't been a time where he wondered why Sylvain hadn't come to his side all those years ago after those ludicrous accusations.
For a moment, he's quiet, looking up at the other from his spot on the ground before he finally pushes himself up and to his feet. There's a stiff nod of his head, his hands twitching where they hang at his sides. ) Sylvain.
( It's hard, suddenly, to find words. What do you say in these situations? Should he be relieved to see a familiar face? Should it worry him to know a childhood friend is in this situation as well? There are too many things he isn't sure about, doesn't know if he has the right words or even feelings to come up with something. What he finally manages is a stilted: ) I— I wasn't expecting you.
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Oh, Goddess. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? ]
I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be my line. [ He manages a quip as one corner of his lips quirks upwards, but it’s a little shakier than his typical delivery. His own fingers twitch, the urge to reach out and make sure Dimitri is alright a strong one. But it’s been a long time since he’s been that close with his childhood friend.
A long time since Dimitri had even looked him in the eye with anything resembling the friendship they’d once had.
He swallowed thickly, taking a step closer. ] You’ve… just arrived, I take it?
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He doesn't know if he has the words. But he does, at least, manage a soft huff of a breath that is an attempt at a laugh in response to those words. He supposes it is expected that someone would be saying those words to the prince instead of the other way around. Not that he's felt particularly like a prince in some time. )
Yes. ( He confirms with a nod of his head, pushing himself slowly to his feet. There'd been a time, he remembers, where Sylvain had been taller than him. Broader with his age. But now they stand nearly eye to eye, and it feels strange. As if he's seeing the other man for the first time in years all over again. ) Yesterday. In a... bathtub of all places.
( He tries not to let himself get swept up in the memory of it, being naked and alone in the cold porcelain of some unknown bathroom, but the way he gives a small shake of his head says he's clearly thinking about something unpleasant. )
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Amber eyes warm a little and he does reach out now, clapping a hand on Dimitri’s shoulder and giving it a warm squeeze. Even though he’s not yet sure how that will be received. ]
Let me guess. Naked as the day you were born? [ This place had a reputation for awkward arrivals, after all. ] Hopefully you were at least the only one in it at the time. I can’t claim the same, even if I woke in a bed and not the bath.
[ He’d done his best, but he’s pretty sure he hadn’t made a good first impression there. At all. ]
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It's easier now to nod, to offer a small hint of a smile in response. At least he hadn't been alone in the awkwardness of his arrival. )
Yes. ( He remembers the coolness of the tub against his bare skin, the scent of a sweet body wash and shampoo from bottles nearby. The moment of realization might have been comical to watch for someone else - his tall figure scrambling out of the tub, brandishing some squeaking duck toy as his own means of a weapon, and a hastily grabbed towel to cover himself. ) It was just me. Though the walk through the halls was less than ideal.
( Not having to work through the awkwardness of waking up beside a stranger is something he'd grateful for, though. To say nothing of how unsure he is of what his own reaction would be to such a thing.
He manages, softly, to say: ) You certainly have experience with such things, at least. ( Is he joking or scolding? )
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But he gives a warm laugh at the mention of what came after.
He's so sad he missed the rubber duck. He would have cherished that memory always. Much to Dimitri's dismay, he's sure.]There are worse walks of shame. I'm sure any other guests appreciated the show, at least.
[ There's a momentary hesitation at those last words, however. A moment where it seems like he's bracing himself for more, for worse, and when it doesn't immediately follow, he gives a vague laugh, as if to shrug that off. ]
More than anyone needs, probably. But the games they play here aren't exactly unfamiliar. If anyone was made for this place and its strange "Game", it would certainly be me. [ he's always been adaptable like that, at least. ] Although I'm a little worried about you, Your Highness.
lol lawn games
It can't be duplicated but today she thought she would take some fruit from the orchard, which may or may not actually be safe to eat, and set up on the edge of the maze's center lawn with a book and her new sketchpad. She's recognizable in a long-sleeved scarlet blouse, cut lower in the back than the front, and with her long pale hair braided and coiled into a bun. Her shoulders are straight, part pride and part inability to relax. She turns from her sketching, hastily closing the pad, to look behind her at the source of the voice that asks for help.
He's large, with hair like sunshine and eyes like the sky. Or, well, one eye like the sky. Now she has met two people here with eyepatches.
She doesn't know him but there is something familiar about his voice. She aims a small but polite smile at him. ]
If I can count on you to help me in return. We match.
[ Give her a moment: she taps at her watch a few times and then holds her wrist out so he can see the display:
【 2♧ 】Describe, in explicit detail, one of your erotic fantasies and/or desires to another player. ]
[ A faint blush may already have started creeping into her cheeks but she doesn't actually have very explicit fantasies (yet?). She's only had erotic fantasies at all since her arrival here and she isn't so accustomed to it that they've become elaborate.
But if all that's needed is the truth, in blunt detail, she can provide that. And he can pay her in kind. They will both receive a reward and go their separate ways. ]
okay I am here finally!!
Even so, he isn't prepared for this moment.
The fair skin, the scarlet top, and that pale hair - Dimitri is certain he'd recognize Edelgard anywhere. It's a realization that hits him violently, makes his breath catch in his throat, eye widening slightly. There's a sharpness in his chest, a sudden tension in his muscles, and his hands ache from how hard they curl into fists. It's hard to fight down that voice in the back of his mind that urges him to do more than just sit there, to lash out, to hurt her in all the ways she's made the people he cares for suffer. And if he'd been brought here a week earlier, he's sure he would have listened to it. That he would have given into that beast that lurks beneath his skin that aches to see her head from her shoulders.
It's the lack of recognition in that purple gaze that stills him, though, that helps the air return to his lungs. He recognizes the look in her eyes - it's the same one she'd given him at the academy when they'd been introduced. The look of someone who didn't recognize him, despite their meeting long ago. There's nothing there that says she seems him for who he is, and he tries to hold onto that. Though he finds it strange that she doesn't see who for who he is, brings too many questions that he can't make sense of in that moment.
He takes another breath, and finally, he nods. )
I will help as best I can.
( His voice is still careful, awkwardly polite, but he manages to fight down his feelings of uncertainty. He can.. do this. He can make himself rationalize this, find a way to keep the situation as calm as he can manage. They may be on opposite sides of a war, but that doesn't mean they have to fight. They can talk without the blood and violence.
But as his gaze lowers and he reads those words... Perhaps violence might be a better option.
Color blossoms across his cheeks, gaze flicking away as he bows his head as if to hide behind the shaggy bangs in his embarrassment. He clears his throat, nodding again.
Fantasies of those sorts have been lost on him, truth be told. They'd been a passing thing in his teen years, an unfortunate product of being a healthy, growing young man, but never something he'd allow himself to indulge in. And after he'd learned the truth about the flame emperor, when his mind had splintered that day, those sorts of feelings and thoughts have never been able to pierce his thoughts. Lost to a blood lust so deep that the only thoughts of closeness was not to find intimacy but to inflict pain. )
I... ( He starts, forcing himself to lift his head, to meet her gaze. ) I haven't thought about such things in some time.
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I understand. [ She doesn't quite smile again but does give a nod of encouragement. ] "Erotic fantasies" are not territory I can call familiar.
[ For a heartbeat her lips press together. He may be a new arrival; with that possibility in mind it may be easier for them both if she just charges ahead. ]
If I were more prone to fantasy I would imagine greeting the morning at an hour so late it would be considered irresponsible, and I would not wake due to sunlight creeping into the room or an urgent knock on my door but due the affectionate grasping of a lover who wants to start their day by burrowing under the sheets and--
[ Explicit detail, she reminds herself. Her usual tendency toward eye contact doesn't quite hold. She has to avert her eyes slightly as she continues - it could pass for thoughtfulness if the pink in her cheeks didn't persist. ]
--licking me until I come on their tongue multiple times and can kiss myself off their lips. I would not allow them to leave bed until I returned the favor at least once, of course, but when we did venture out it would be for a picnic where I could later have them again. This time with my partner spread out below me and the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. It risks discovery, I suppose, and perhaps that adds to the excitement. [ She can't dismiss the possibility that Hubert, who so rarely doesn't know what is going on, would have a stealthily guarded perimeter around her anyway. Regardless, at this point she can veer her eyes back toward his. ] But it would not be a fantasy if there were actual interruptions, don't you think?
Flower Maze
First in his mind when Linhardt turns a corner and sees Dimitri is:]
I'm not imagining things.
[ Then the rest of his brain catches up to his questing brain and Linhardt realizes that is Dimitri. What should he do? Linhardt has no idea. So he stands there, completely mute, for several moments. When in doubt, doing nothing is always an option. Even if it results in a very, very awkward silence.
Especially when Dimitri's eyes -eye?- are narrowed like that and Dimitri doesn't need a weapon to be a threat. Staying out of reach is likely a wise idea, especially since Linhardt doesn't know if Dimitri has been informed that they have bigger, non-Fodlan problems to address here. Linhardt puts his hands up in a decidedly non-threatening gesture, though it means less from a mage than from a physical fighter.]
It is not mine. If I were hiding things, nobody would find them.
[ Being a healer, Linhardt's eyes naturally drift back to Dimitri's eye patch. ]
That's strange.
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He tilts his head carefully at the other as he speaks, muddles through the whisper of thoughts that there is something familiar about this person. But then those hands go up, non-threatening, and he speaks again. It's in that moment that something clicks into place, a flash of a memory of a brief conversation of nothing in particular. Linhardt - one of Edelgard's former classmates. Someone allied under her even now that he'd seen from a distance on Gronder Field not long ago. It's a revelation that brings tension to his shoulders, jaw tightening as he regards the other.
Those hands would seem like a pacifying gesture from anyone else, but from a mage, there's far too much that can happen without those hands that he knows to be wary of. And as he is now, the mind of a prince once more in control of the beast that prowls behind those blue eyes, he makes no move to attack or come closer. Linhardt would be too easy to break under his hands, and even if there is murmur of that possibility, of that desire, he doesn't act on it.
Letting out a quiet breath, Dimitri says stiffly: ) Linhardt. ( His hands flex at his side, fingers curling slowly. ) What is strange?
lawn games (down to go through with the smut or not!)
She looks at the Watch.
She looks back at him.
She looks at the Watch again, and she reads aloud: ]
"Participate in a sex act you have never engaged in before with another player." [ Back to him. ] Rather risqué, don't you think?
[ She says it casually, like she's commenting on the weather. There's neither shyness nor offense in her tone, only the slightest bit of amusement. She does wonder whether this young man had read the letter of the task before propositioning her—if not, perhaps her clarification would change his mind without necessitating her answer. ]
we'll see how it goes~
That's something that becomes immediately apart with the way she looks between him and the watch. Hears those words on her tongue. Color spreads immediately across his cheeks, the visible eye widening as he feels his heart race in his chest. And even if he finds himself frantically thinking he should have read those words before asking for such things, he can't help but worry that to touch someone like that, someone as small and delicate as her, could break her. )
I apologize- ( He starts immediately, and he forces himself to clear his throat, to shake his head. This is fine, he thinks to himself, a simple misunderstanding and embarrassing misstep on his own part. ) I- ( What is he supposed to say, though. )
I hadn't expected such a... ( a breath ) ...lewd request.
Picnic
Well, why not? Picnics are much better when in the company of others, is it not? [He easily moves to sit down across from the other.] Fancy yourself a picnic? Though, to be fair, the gardens and the space here is quite nice.
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He does his best not to linger on that, instead trying to offer another smile. This time, it looks less awkward, comes a bit more easily as he nods. )
They are. ( He agrees, reaching towards the basket it to pull it closer, lifting up the lid to let the other see the contents inside. ) A picnic would be nice. I admit, I haven't eaten much since I've arrived here.
( All things considered, he knows he should eat, but between the unusualness of the situation, his grief over Rodrigue, and the time he'd spent in the maze, he hadn't taken the time to sit down and have a proper meal. He does nod again, though. )
It is. I can't remember the last time I had the chance to enjoy something like this.
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You should take care of yourself, monsieur. One cannot survive without properly taking in basic needs. Be it food, sleep, or whatever else. This place may have its faults, but I don't think it is wrong to take advantage of what you are given. [Wriothesley is one to encourage for someone to take care of themselves. He knows sometimes it isn't possible, but it seems there is respite at the moment to do so.] The quality of the food they offer is usually good. I think it won't lack for want.
[He helps pull out plates of snacks and finger foods to spread across the blanket. Plenty of food to fill the bellies of more than just the two of them, honestly. From savory goods of small finger sandwiches to sweeter items like scones and biscuits, the staff really prepared for them to enjoy a quaint picnic.]
It sounds like the recent days have been hard on you. It is good to take advantage of this place to rest then. I hope you'll enjoy the respite while you have it.
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Her eyes widen marginally as she scans the words written on his watch, and then Mona's gaze flickers up to peer at the man who is in possession of it. She is met with long, messy blond hair and a lovely if not shadowed blue, his expression seemingly both hesitant and polite. It's a bit out of place considering just how large and intimidating he is, but she has since learned not to judge by appearances.
He must have just arrived, she thinks to herself. I suppose I looked similarly back then, too. ]
If you are alright with me, then yes.
[ Mona's voice is elevated and haughty as always. It might just be a mask, though. It isn't as though she isn't a little nervous herself. The task at hand isn't too ludicrous, but it'll certainly involve a little more than a peck on the cheek. At least the numerous flowers surrounding them will serve as a little camouflage. ]
Come here, [ she says, beckoning him closer. ] And tell me your name.
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Dimitri can feel some of the tension in his shoulders leave him in relief. He's so used to being looked upon with fear, avoided outright, it feels strange for someone to speak so easily to him. Her tone doesn't bother him. He's used to it as a prince, seeing how nobles and royalty address others as if they're something superior to the people around them. It's not something he's ever particularly understood himself, but there's no reason for him to feel slighted or bothered by it now. Not when she's inviting him closer.
He does hesitate here, though, glancing at the spot beside her as if he doesn't quite believe he's been invited. But he does move after a few seconds. Despite his height or the broad frame, he's surprisingly quiet - moves smoothly to cross the distance separating them. Without his armor, his cloak, or a weapon, he is certainly less intimidating, less threatening, less of a dark, lethal specter bearing down on someone. He folds neatly, if a bit stiffly, beside her. He still hasn't checked his watch, yet. )
My name is Dimitri. ( Five years ago, there would have been more there. A formal title, the full stretch of his name, but now, there's a lingering thought he doesn't know if he'll be able to shake. That he doesn't know if he deserves to be able to call himself a prince for what he's done, that hasn't done enough for his people to confidently refer to himself as such. But he does dip his head in greeting, regardless. ) And yours?