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TEST DRIVE MEME | #01

Test-Drive-Meme #01

Welcome to our first ever TDM! This is open to all players looking to join our game or simply have some fun. Play on this TDM does not equate to intent or obligation to apply to join. Players on this TDM should follow all game rules and Characters should meet all game suitability standards per our FAQ. TDM threads are considered game canon for characters who join! The Moon Pact is in power for the full duration of this TDM, putting Sun Pact characters as in service. Moon Pact bindings are presently glittering silver and Sun Pact bindings are unpolished brass. Pact and Class can both be freely player assigned and swapped at will for the purpose of the TDM.

Overseer, Awaken and Conquer

CW: Descriptions of dubiously consensual touch, choking, hallucinations, falling.

The Hands that Grasp

Consciousness wanes. From calm oblivion reaches a pair of elegant hands. Fingertips caress, trailing physical form, mapping curves and divots. Some dark or desperate compulsion leans into the comfort of this touch. The hands dig in. Clasping tight at the neck and pull downward. Down and down, through unclear space, through unclear time. Your character awakens with a start. Where they last felt those hands grasping into them, a collar now rests. Prying does not budge the solid metal, which is either of silver or of brass. Before their eyes is a pane of stained glass. Inscribed in a language all can read are the words Overseer, Awaken and Conquer.

The Glass Coffins

Overseers awaken, contained within a coffin of ornate, metal framework and glass. For some, a light push will cause the lid to swing open. For others, the enclosure may stick or prove too heavy to budge. Breaking free is an option, though mysteriously, the glass fully repairs itself within minutes of sustaining damage. Other Overseers may be present throughout the hallways, willing and able to aid in opening stubborn coffins. That is, should their unlucky inhabitants be able to get their attention through the sound dampening barrier. Overseers continually awaken, either individually or in batches, throughout the month. This will last until the day of the upcoming solstice.

The Gilded Cradle

Innumerable rows of glass coffins line the interior of a grand cathedral tower. Somehow, the name of this stained glass spire is imprinted in the mind of all Overseers. This is known as the Gilded Cradle within Absentia. Where or what is Absentia? How did they arrive here? Why are they here? The answers to such questions remain unknown. These names are as far as the foreign memory serves Overseers. The foggy corridors spiral downward, a staircase connecting floor after floor of largely unopened coffins. Many have glass too hazy to see within. The hallways are heavy with the scent of lavender tinged magic and lightning storm ozone, made visible as a thick haze in the air. Through this fog, Overseers may notice one another or they may see phantoms running by. People familiar to them. Chasing after these figments is a foolish endeavor, they will pick up speed into the thick of the fog. There, they will disappear. This can leave unsuspecting Overseers teetering on the topmost edge of a stairwell or allow their momentum to throw them over the central railing. A fall to the Cradle's ground floor isn't enough to kill an Overseer turns out, but it will injure. Beginning your journey battered is merely an added misfortune.

The Castle Constructs

When Overseers leave the Gilded Cradle, they find they're trapped within an abandoned castle. While exploring they find no other living creatures other than fellow Overseers. Throughout the halls and rooms of the castle rest Constructs. These figures are shells of either iron or brass, with a variety of gargoyle-like appearances. They stand with their wings tucked around their bodies. Littered throughout the location, their placements can often clue in to their former duties as the Castle attendants. These Constructs remain completely inert until two Overseers of the same Pact pass by. Iron Constructs react to pairs of Moon Pact members, while Brass Constructs come alive near pairs of Sun Pact members. When awakened, they unfurl and stand to a height ranging from around three-to-six foot tall. The Constructs promptly begin to carry out butler-like duties, as if they were long ago set to a schedule of operation. When presented with a task they can no longer seem to accomplish, they merely pantomime the action before moving onward. (These NPCs can be player controlled and are non-hostile unless attacked first.)

Locked In

CW: Survival themes, food insecurity, exchanging sex for goods and services.

The Kitchen

The kitchen of Absentia is vast, meant to accommodate for a castle population in the hundreds. Long abandoned, any food reserves have turned to dust or rot. All that remains are a series of strange machines, humming with dull magic. Only operable by the castles resident Constructs, hungry Overseers would be advantaged to activate the inactive Constructs scattered nearby. Once occupying the kitchen, Constructs are more likely to provide a meager serving of food to Overseers who have used magic recently or who hold Influence. (Characters playing this TDM with no canon powers may presume they hold (1) Influence for this and subsequent prompts.)

The Hall of Overseers

To the west of the Gilded Cradle there lies a long, rectangular housing structure, framing a vast courtyard. Rain from the storm overhead patters down constantly. Rooms for Overseers line the open air hallways overlooking the nature within the central outdoor space. At this time, those of the Moon Pact enjoy the lower floors of the indoor sections, with luxurious accommodations. These include private rooms with a fireplace, claw foot baths with clean running water, a variety of furniture, and a plush bed. The upper level indoor rooms are for the Overseers presently in service, the Sun Pact. These rooms are all shared and scarcely furnished. Hammocks and bunk beds are provided to house three or four Overseers per cramped room. These upper location hallways have shared bathroom spaces and no private amenities provided. Overseer names are engraved upon the door frame of their assigned rooms. There is no access given to rooms without this engraving. Overseers need to be invited in to rooms they do not own or share. (Rooms are fully self assigned by Players and can change freely between threads. Pact is likewise self assigned, but should match the room type described above. Moon Pact characters are free to invite Sun Pact characters into their rooms, and visa-versa.)

The Hands that Feed

As Overseers settle in, they find resources are thin and accessible castle space highly limited. There is no exit from the castle at this time. Trying to fly out over the top of Hall of Overseers courtyard results in perpetually being turned around by the Storm until exhausted. Overseers who try to smash windows or break through the architecture find their magic or strength immediately drained. Teleportation leads back to where one attempted to leave from. The trap feels inescapable. This inevitably creates an air of frustration and futility within the awakened Overseer ranks. All there is to do is to make do.

➤Attentive characters will discover quickly that Constructs bring extra rations as room service to those in Power. This at first appears exclusive to the Moon Pact within the Hall of Overseers. The Constructs do this when Overseers have sex in the luxury of the lower floor rooms. However, the Constructs range of understanding is a bit impaired, so fucking in the courtyard also works to call food and drink, regardless of Pact alignment.

➤For those seeking a more direct approach to acquiring extra rations, there's always robbery. The Constructs are not highly fortified. Their routes from the kitchen to the Hall of Overseers are easy enough to intercept. They do resist Overseers who attempt to steal from them, defending the food if attacked. Overseers who damage Constructs find they simply curl back into their wings, where they become both immobile and invulnerable from further damage. They will repair themselves in time and do not... appear... to hold a grudge. The Overseers whose meals were hijacked might, though.

The Courtyard

The courtyard at the center of the Hall of Overseers is a public space with five distinct sections. At the center, there is an ornate fountain that serves as the most reliable, public spot for clean drinking water. The fountain depicts the three Classes, though all of them are partially destroyed. The Ruler has their hands broken off, the Dragon is missing its head, and the pegasus shaped Herald has a hole in its chest. Grimly, the water flows from each of these missing pieces into the pool below. This space is open and visible to all, especially from the higher rooms of the Hall. This central location serves well as a social hub and meet up point for Overseers to congregate, though it is perpetually raining here.

➤Heralds and Dragons experience their first urge to transform within the Courtyard. They are able to resist it, if their willpower is sufficiently high, but the compulsion is strong. Dragons feel a need to shed their skin, to fly and be free. There is not much room for multiple, large dragons to do either of these things. Mind your wings! Heralds begin to feel territorial, wishing to reinvigorate the long dead space. Heralds are able to terraform within the confines of garden planters as they see fit, but they may find them destroyed by Dragons or usurped by other Heralds. Miniature territory disputes may serve as practice for times ahead. Rulers can hear mysterious whispers throughout the Courtyard, but especially nearby the fountain. If they acknowledge these whispers aloud, they will get a response. Those Rulers who listen closely can hear the mocking words "you're not leaving this time."

The other four quadrants surrounding the central fountain are overgrown and wild, contrasting the initially desolate central area. These spaces are each themed to a different season; spring, summer, fall, and winter. Once Overseers enter one of the gated in spaces, the area within appears larger than the outside barrier suggests. The temperature varies wildly between each, though the Storm over head remains consistent. Each contains a singular hideaway which the Constructs will bring food to. These shield Overseers from outside view, but may turn out to be in hot demand. Mind yourselves if trying to sneak into one of these spots for privacy, they may already be taken! (Each hideaway may be customized at player discretion to suit their threads. A single piece of furniture for leisure may be present, like a lounge or hammock. Some ideas for natural spaces would be hidden behind a waterfall, beneath a canopy of trees, a frosty cave, or an alcove hidden by fallen leaves.)

Grief Hath Mates

Class Scenarios

Note: The following prompts are available for all Players, though abilities should always match up with a character's present Class! Class for characters on the TDM can change between threads, but should not change mid-thread. This fully locks down upon acceptance to the game. Characters are presently "unstable" in their Pact and Class assignments, so all threads can remain canon, even if they contradict Pact or Class assigned later on. Any changes made to shared setting environments below are temporary, so feel free to play with destructive and creation powers as specified.

RULERS

➤Rulers who attempt to speak to the Constructs will find they are reacted to in a way the Dragons and Heralds are not. Constructs do not speak back, but they are more attentive towards Rulers regardless of their Influence level. If asked where something is, Constructs will dutifully guide the Ruler to the location in question if it exists. Sometimes, Constructs will open up previously locked doors. None of these lead outside, but they offer some new clues to how the castle once operated in the past. Rulers can open up additional rooms to explore such as a drawing room, a music room, a wine cellar, and a smoking room. These rooms all have basic supplies for their given activity, including aged wine and cigars in the latter two respectively. Rulers with clever tongues or manipulative sensibilities can convince the Constructs to leave them “in charge” of a room. This grants the Ruler a key to the door they can leverage as they please. (Players can play their Ruler as if they hold exclusive control of a room, but this is not imposed TDM-wide. Multiple Rulers can each claim the same type room, no player actually holds full IC/OOC control.)

DRAGONS

➤Dragons are going to be the first to snap under such cramped conditions. Their natural urges are to spread out and fly, not be stuck within a castle. The more volatile Dragons will find their natural instinct is to go Berserk. Berserk mode can be engaged in either their humanoid or Dragon form, though Dragons can only transform at this time within the confines of the Courtyard. If Dragons are causing trouble in the Courtyard, luring or forcing them out of the Courtyard at large forces a Dragon to return to their humanoid form. Getting in fights may not be productive, but it might provide some enrichment to Overseers wishing to challenge each other or keep the peace. (Reminder: Dragons, regardless of form, are especially durable and may prove difficult to subdue! Rulers are best suited to this task, given they have a natural advantage over Dragons. Heralds can make their own attempts, it is simply more risky for them given how fragile they are.) Dragons of more even temperaments can make themselves productive by using relevant elemental magic around the castle. The castle interior is lit only by the dull glow of the sun or moon, which are often dulled by the cloud cover overhead. Providing temperature control or lighting could be a great ease to their own mental state, as well as benefit their fellow Overseers.

HERALDS

➤While cooked rice, dried meat, and pickled vegetables are largely what is being provided, there is a distinct lack of fruit or alcohol coming out of the kitchen. Heralds may find themselves especially desperate for these. Within the courtyard only, they can flex their newly found Class abilities to rapidly influence nature. Heralds may find themselves having vivid daydreams about their favorite fresh fruits from home. These fantasies manifest, growing the imagined fruits from nearby vines, bushes, and trees. This can happen deliberately or entirely by accident. However, due to the imperfect nature of both memory and imagination, these fruits are never fully accurate recreations. The taste and quality of the fruit end up heavily influenced by a Herald’s own subjective experience and are prone to exaggeration. Any fruit from any world is allowed, these simply cannot cause any magical effects. Devious Heralds which imagine poisonous fruits can injure, but not kill fellow Overseers. Such produce can be used to make alcohol by those with the knowledge and wherewithal to do so. Any manner of food is in demand and Heralds have this to provide. Replenishing energy though sex is always an option to help produce more or better resources of this kind.

OOC Info

What happens next?

On the 21st of June, the Pacts will turn over. For the IC duration of the TDM, the Moon Pact are in power. Those assigned to the Sun Pact will start the game off proper as the faction in power. Characters who are accepted into the game will be freed from the confines of the castle. The game will greet new players with a Mingle Event and Network Introduction Post, once all applications are processed. The storm will pull back at the start of July, allowing even further world exploration and Territory claims. Our first plot event will focus on discovering the threat that the Lost Souls of this world can present.

Can I reserve my character before applying?

If you want to claim a character spot in advance of applications opening, our Reserves Page opens on the 10th of June, through to the 15th. This is not required for application, but highly recommended even for original or obscure characters. Reserving provides an instant-pass through 1st month game Activity Check! It also provides Moderation with an idea of incoming player numbers!

How do I apply to join the game?

Head over to our Application Page. These open up on June 15th and close on the 20th. The game officially opens on the 21st of June, barring any unexpected delays.

Is there an OOC space I can discuss potential plans?

Take a look at our Enable-me-Please for OOC discussions and plotting!

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[Daan... doesn't say anything. He just looks at the man intensely. Trying to get... something unspeakable across to him.

Ellwood can't be saying things like that to Daan.

He swallows nothing, sure even just the silence says something about Daan's past he can't put into the air between then. He only ever told his wife about what he endured. She always wanted to hear more about the forest and the rabbits-

It had comforted him back then to confide in her. He just can't do that, now. Ellwood just needs to read his silence as the boundary it is.

His jawbone audibly clicks as it unlocks, reaffirming,]

You're grown, Ellwood. I can tell.

[Ellwood takes in the intensity and hardness of Daan's gaze, but he can't quite make sense of it. He can tell that something about their difference in age bothers Daan. It's not as though older boys at Preshute never took advtange of younger ones; it was ubiquitous even if it was unspoken. Ellwood got lucky, though, or perhaps he navigated the dangerous social waters nimbly enough to slip out of the grasp of any bully who would have taken what he wanted from him by force. He'd mainly had Maitland, who was older, and was good to him. Maitland was beloved and popular, and thus protected Ellwood from the wrath of older boys.

He tries to be reassuring, stroking his long dainty thumb against Daan's cheek.]

I am. I know what I want. It's all right.

Edited 2026-05-27 16:43 (UTC)

[The lack of any prying questions, or any assumptions spat in his face as to what his silence means, it eases Daan's strictly held tension. Those cat ears even unpin from how flat they were wheeled back. The tail moves slightly. Silly. He tries not to let it undercut the moment.

Daan only wants what he can have. At least in this moment.]

Have you always been interested in men?

[that could be heavy topic, but about now, it feels practically air light.]

[He's glad to see Daan relax a little. He seeks to make him comfortable. He remembers how deeply uncomfortable Gaunt had been when they began having sex, and while he didn't understand it, he did try to ease things for him.

The question seems odd. Whether in and of itself, or just oddly placed, he can't quite tell. It's not something spoken of aloud almost ever, and he would have thought it obvious to Daan by now where his preferences lie.]

Oh, yes.

[He says this with a faint smile. Gaunt, and almost every other boy he knows, would deny their own homosexuality with outrage. Ellwood doesn't see the point. Anyone who knows him knows this about him, and he doesn't particularly try to hide it, except to avoid disciplinary action.

He doesn't know where Daan is going with this, and doesn't want to poke at anything sensitive for him, so he leaves it at that for now.]

I see. I've never held a preference, I want who I want. That's all.

[Daan's never concerned himself with an identity on the matter. He likes some people dearly and others he's repulsed by. Always a mixed bag. He's fully attracted to Ellwood. He always loved his wife completely. Nobody was ever the lesser option if he cared for them.]

How do you like things? [so plain, so forthright, but Daan prefers to be matter-of-fact with sex. He's also still holding some tension, so he's sunken into a sort of analytical default. Diagnosing the situation, even... he could stand to be less clinical, honestly.]

[Ellwood nods. He won't get into his complicated relationship with women, that mixture of some sort of attraction he can't put his finger on and social expectations, et cetera. I want who I want is simple, and he likes that.

Ellwood's next question, do you want me? is answered by Daan's question. He shrugs.]

I can go either way. And you?

I'm just the same. Only depends on the mood I'm in.

[He doesn't know what mood he's in, but he's intent to find out. Ellwood will surely spark some inspiration on the matter, if they move things along this path. Daan steps closer, making the distance between them only measurable in millimeters. Nearly flush, leaving that last spark of a distance for Ellwood to be in charge of.

Daan likes a little play. He really is a cat... Leaning in, his lips ghost close to Ellwood's ear. The warmth of his breath puffs against skin as he speaks,]

And what parts do you like the most-? The hands-? [his second hand lifts, places itself upon Ellwood's hip, caresses his thumb to the protrusion of bone if able. His other hand pets along the soft underside of his neck, near that precious vein where his pulse throbs,]

The mouth-? [his lips finally touch skin, roughly caressing the shell of his ear. He speaks that close, practically buried into place,]

Or just... everything you can get?

[For Ellwood, it more depends on the person. Maitland had taken the lead at first, of course, but over time it became more reciprocal, and then with Gaunt, Ellwood was always the dominant partner.

As Daan gets closer, Ellwood's hand slides from his jaw to the back of his neck. His other arm loops loosely up around his neck, his hand finding the top of his head between and behind his ears and petting it again. Delicate fingertips massaging at his scalp.

His breath hitches as Daan whispers to him, touches his hip. He shivers violently at the coarse caress of chapped lips against his ear.]

Everything, [He breathes.]

[Everything, Ellwood tells him, and oh... he sounds so honest. So ready. Daan's patience is thin. When arms wind up around his neck, his hand at Ellwood's neck trails downwards. Feels a flat palm and open fingers across his chest, down over his navel, to the line of his hips. Fingers stop at the topmost edge of his slacks, only to hook into the waistline. So much for leaving the last bit of distance to Ellwood's discretion, Daan is pulling him in. Holding him close by clothing and hip.

If he's not already, Daan wants to feel him growing stiff. It's always a point of satisfaction, to bare witness to arousal he caused with wit and will... Daan thinks it's his turn to be the one with the clever mouth.

Or, at least, the most filthy one. He continues to speak so close and secretive. Words meant only for Ellwood.]

And how do you like your everything-? [His tone emphasizes each word, slowly and with an intensity of character as he goes along,] Slow... and loose, and easy? Or... quick, tight... satisfyingly difficult?

[Ellwood is pulled against Daan with no resistance, and he is getting stiff. Being held so securely and with such want takes his breath away. Daan is asking so many questions, and he's quickly losing the wits to answer them.]

The former.

[Ellwood is a romantic. He likes kissing and tenderness and poetry. He likes to look his partner in the eye.

Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?

He does not speak it aloud, as he would to Gaunt. Instead he presses his lips, soft and supple compared to Daan's chapped ones, against the side of his neck. He peppers wet kisses there, sweet and languid.]

Then... that's how we'll do things. [a soothing confirmation. An agreement between two men seeking pleasure in one another. It is a kind thing, to state how things ought to be. To have the comfort of expectations. Any surprise without those expectations, so long as it doesn't shatter them completely... well, that's a bonus.

Daan lifts his chin so those kisses can trail along the hollow of his neck. They need end at the silver of his collar, but then he just tilts his face to Ellwood's.

Decisively, he says,]

Kiss me. [because he's doing so, intent on matching their lips together. Rough though they both may be, the touch between them can still be a soft one, and a warm one, and one passionately granted.]

[He kisses up to Daan's ear and then down to his silver collar, the hard metal proving abrupt against his lips compared to soft sinewy flesh.

Then Daan demands a real kiss, and Ellwood thought he would never ask. He obeys, leaning up to press smooth lips to rough ones. His hands cradle Daan's cheeks for a moment with incredible care. Gaunt may be haunting Ellwood, but he knows how to distract himself, with writing, reading, work, giving orders, fighting, drinking, and sex. Sex fills his mind as easily as poetry and blots the rest out, if only for a little while. He devotes all his impassioned attention to Daan, to the smell and taste of him, to the way their lips move against one another. If Ellwood's words weren't to be fully believed earlier, the quiet confidence in his kiss betrays his experience as he moves to gently deepen it.

One hand moves up into Daan's hair again, careful to avoid yanking on his eyepatch, and finds eventually the back of his cat ear, giving it a slow scratch. His other hand wanders downward toward his waistband, trying to get a feel for Daan's body.]

[The reciprocal touch is all Daan truly wants. The feeling of being wanted is the best one of all. The physicality is second best. The raw, bodily pleasure of being so close and testing, tasting, getting know one another.

Ellwood is pleasantly self assured. If he was shy or hesitant or wilting, it would turn Daan off like nothing else. The confidence is making him grow hard too, and he's not being coy in pressing his groin to Ellwood's as they stand, pawing at one another as such. It's an equal thing, this arousal, no reason to back away from it.

Well, until fingers find the back of those ears. Now that is a new and surprising sensation. Daan jolts and bobs in place briefly, before turning his face from Ellwood with... bashfulness? Uncharacteristic, but wow, that feeling is... odd! It's odd. It's new and it's odd and he's never had cat features before-]

That-! Feels quite. Peculiar. Watch it with that, alright?

[Ellwood startles slightly with the jolt, his breath catching and his hands lifting off of Daan and hovering. He opens his eyes to see his bashful reaction.]

Sorry. I'll avoid it.

[He was curious, because cats seem to like those kind of scratches, but Daan's comfort is much more important.]

Don't be embarrassed.

[He says this with a small smile and a sweet kiss. When he puts that hand down again, it lands not on Daan's head but on his shoulder and presses his back gently to the wall. He then brings their bodies flush again, his erection grinding into Daan's thigh due to their height difference, his hand on the wall behind his partner. He dives into their kiss more deeply, delving his tongue into Daan's mouth.

Daan seems to be a fan of communication, which Maitland was and Gaunt was not, but now that he knows, Ellwood will be more chatty. He breaks away to ask,]

What do you prefer? Hands or lips?

Embarrassed... [he's not sure that's the word, but if it's Ellwood's assessment, then maybe it is. Daan tries to somewhat justify his reaction.]

I've never been ticklish. I... imagine that's what it feels like. Very odd.

[he'd probably like it outside of the heat of a moment like this. For now, it's just distracting and confounding. Getting pet and scratched softly in the afterglow... that might be more tantalizing, he doesn't want to rule it out per say. Damn, he really is becoming a proper house cat.

Ellwood turns him around and they're away from the fireplace, against the wall. A good thing, too, he doesn't need his tail swinging into the flames and making a comedy scene of this whole affair. Daan can only imagine having to run, throw on the bath, and then throw himself ass first into the thing. Then he would truly be embarrassed. His thigh rubs deliberately into Ellwood to tease, something to keep him occupied while Daan answers his questions,]

I want your hands on me and my mouth on you. Though- [again, see cat changes, he flashes those fangs briefly,] That may more intimidating to you than enticing. I can adapt if so.

Hm. Good to know.

[Y'know, for if Ellwood ever wants to tickle him. He'll just stick that in his back pocket, thank you.

As absolutely hilarious as that would be, yes, probably best to keep his furry bits away from open flame.

His eyes fix on those fangs as he lightly grinds against Daan's leg.]

I'm not intimidated. I'm sure you'll be careful.

[Maybe it'll be a thrill. After trench life, he's not going to shy away from some kitty teefs, especially if it means getting a blowjob. He kisses Daan again, his fingers gently caressing the bulge in his pants.]

Who first?

Careful as can be... [Daan assures, softly, near purring the words. (Goddamn it...) He looks away a moment, over Ellwood's shoulder and gets an idea.]

First, I want to do something for you. Will you follow a few orders for me?

[to tantalize, he adds]

If you'll indulge me, Ellwood. Get on your knees by the fire, nice and comfortable for yourself.

[Ellwood closes his eyes, basking in that soft purr. He can't deny that he loves to be treated with such care, to be a little spoiled.

He purses his lips in hesitation at the idea of following orders, then nods. Not the direction he prefers orders to flow, but fine, he'll play along.]

Okay.

[Ellwood steps away, faces the fire, grateful Gaunt hasn't returned. What could be more awkward than your dead lover watching you fuck another man? He kneels on the dusty rug, long having shed his army boots in favour of socked feet. It's comfortable enough to sit back on his heels and place his palms on his knees. He looks up at Daan.]

That's a good lad. [Ellwood may be a bit hesitant towards taking orders, but that makes for an added thrill for Daan. He isn't a freak about it. Control is something he likes to have from time to time... and likes to relinquish from time to time. It's all about the moment. And this moment, he wants to cherish with a certain scent and taste to it.

He wants Ellwood to think of him when ever he has a glass of red. A memory to linger with him. Maybe Daan can be a phantom haunting the man one day- (Daan, no, don't romanticize that...)

Stepping just slightly away, he returns to the table and gathers the open wine bottle in his hand. He gives it a weigh and a swirl with his wrist to understand how much is left. More than enough is all he needs to know. Ellwood gets a smile cocked his way,]

As it would turn out, I do wish to play your butler. Just a little! Just a little... [He only needs to slink a few steps to be at Ellwood's front. He wonders if Ellwood appreciates the way that he takes those steps. With poise and steadiness, a subtle kind of masculine seduction. The movement of a man who wants to entreat him with both body and stimulating memory. Daan's hand reaches beneath Ellwood's chin, drawing it upward to match his single eyed gaze. Not rushing, checking in, making sure this seems... alright so far.]

[The praise is a little condescending, but he's surprised to find he doesn't mind. It's kind of nice, even if it does remind him a little of one of the nicer teachers at Preshute.

At the suggestion that Daan play his butler, though, Ellwood looks up at him with some suspicion. Part of him wonders: is this a trick? Does Daan secretly resent Ellwood for being the sort of boy who had servants growing up, and has been humouring him this whole time to get him in a position to humiliate him? Is he going to simply dump the wine over his spoiled head, laugh, and kick him back to the upstairs quarters in an act of petty revenge for his mistreatment as a butler?

He knows it's probably just his imagination running away, but his brow is furrowed as Daan lifts his chin.]

What are you doing?

[Ellwood's imagination isn't unfounded in general, but such an act of petty betrayal isn't about to come from Daan. Can he assure Ellwood of that? Depends on the young man's trust in him. Daan appears steady and he communicates well, sets the expectations when asked to,]

I want to decant this into your mouth. It'll taste so much better... and I'll enjoy doing that for you. May I?

[he adjusts his stance some, placing one food back and the other forward... shifting it to be between Ellwood's legs. His calf ruts up against the stiff tent of his slacks,]

Oh and this too, for your pleasure. [if Ellwood wants to grab onto his leg, for stability, for assurance he could get Daan back if he does something untoward, then he's more fine with that. Mutually assured destruction, eh? There's a thrill to that, as well, even if it should never come to pass.]

[Ellwood wants to trust Daan, but he finds him hard to read. His poise and saccharine formality in playing the part of the butler perhaps makes it harder rather than easier, because it makes it seem like an act.]

I thought spitting in each other's mouths was an activity we reserved for later on.

[He knows that isn't what Daan means, but he does want to be 100% sure before he opens his mouth.

He glances down at Dawn's leg between his own. His pride rears up a bit. He's meant to hump his leg like a dog?

His jaw clenches, but he says nothing, nor do his hips move from their position.]

From the bottle. [he assures, with the slightest eye roll. Like, oh please, he'd already tried decanting it into his own mouth and it worked not at all! Much better this way.]

If you like, I'll kiss you just after. Take a part of the mouthful myself. I imagine that would be... just wonderful. [he mutters, considering, but not dissuaded] A bit of mess. Perhaps... worth it... hmm.

[His hand beneath Ellwood's chin caresses him, urges him open his mouth. A few more instructions,]

Close your throat off and try to hold it in your mouth while I pour. I won't overdue it, you have my word.

Edited 2026-05-28 15:11 (UTC)

[Ellwood is coming to a realization now, as Daan mutters to himself. The man's vices rule over him, are treated as an absolute necessity in his life. This is not just about the power dynamics for Daan... It's about the wine. He wants to involve his beloved drink in his sex life, and Ellwood suspects as far as deviances go, that one is common.

He sighs.]

Fine. Only if you kiss me after. And move your leg, I'm not a bloody dog.

[He pushes on Daan's shin. He huffs, trying to shake off his grumpiness, and opens his mouth.]

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BIG CW for past csa. please tell me before you read if it needs a topic dodge I gotchu

all good! cw for CSA here as well

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phone keeps autocorrecting Daan to Dawn... homophobic