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 Year || 503
 Season || Fall
 Temp || 35℉ (℃) - 69℉ (℃)
 Weather || The iron grip of Summer has slowly faded into the gentler Fall embrace. The morning dew frosts over in the early morning hours and melts by the time the sun hits high in the sky. Many of the trees have traded their lush, vivid green for a more suitable array of red and orange hues. But don't blink, for Winter's cold embrace is fast upon Fall's heels.

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Character of the Season
Theodosia

Member of the Season
Nestle

Thread of the Season
r.i.p. to my youth;

Pair of the Season
Atreus and Fiona

Quote of the Season
"Are there lines she's crossing? Should she toe them or touch them with a pole and stay away wholly? But to avoid such a storm he offers, such a taste of life; to withhold herself from the chance to taste starlight, to love satin and silk and swallow pomegranate seeds not yet offered... She should be stronger." — Moira in
Small as a wish in a well

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Aion — Dawn Court Doctor Signos: 1,475
▶ Played by sid [PM] Posts: 45 — Threads: 9
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 26
▶ 11 [Year 491 Winter] Active Magic: Frostbite
▶ 17 hh Bonded: N/A
#1


you put your arms around me and i'm home

“Frøya, wake up.”

It’s a strange thing, being awake before Eros. Eros was the light sleeper, the one who usually woke him up (or at least, tried) with soft kisses and promises of a good day. Now though it’s Aion who stirs easily, happily awake before the sun and anxious to start the day. 

He has an idea then, and he leans down to press his lips to Eros’ back. He’s still amazed at how warm he is: Aion had hardly noticed the way his own body temperature continued to drop, how cool he now was to the touch. It was an effect of his newfound magic, he supposed; but he hadn’t stopped to consider what his beloved would think of it. 

The glow on the horizon continues to grow, bathing the lovers in soft, rose-colored light. The cooing of an owl gives way to the chirping of blue jays and cardinals and tree sparrows. It’s intermittent at first, almost shy; but gradually the trills grow louder and more numerous, until the very air seems to come to life with the birds’ music. Aion could almost sing along with them for how happy and content he is.

He presses on as the sun continues to rise, trailing his lips first to Eros’ shoulder, then up along the ridge of his neck. Here he pauses at the blue ink dyed into his mate’s crest, his kisses turning to nuzzles.

“Frø-ya,” he almost whines, his head falling heavily over the other man’s back. Of all days, of course it would be today that Eros would sleep in.

He stretches beside him, brushing one wing along his sleeping lover’s side. That was another thing that would take getting accustomed to: Aion hadn’t had wings since before he’d met Eros. It was like relearning how to use them, not that he minded.

He closes his eyes with a sigh, feeling particularly dramatic.

Today, he had determined, was going to be wonderful.

He just couldn’t wait for it to get started.



@Eros
walk. "talk."
rhiaan / sid



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Eros — Dawn Court Champion of Community Signos: 1,620
▶ Played by aimless [PM] Posts: 31 — Threads: 3
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 16 — Atk: 4 — Exp: 18
▶ 8 [Year 495 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14.2 hh Bonded: N/A
#2


The ocean breathes beside him; ebbing and rising in tune with his own rhythmic in and out. Lazy, cool waves spill onto the shore and nip at his hooves as a gentle breeze rustles the palm above him. It’s neither hot nor cold, the heat of the scarlet sun offset by a cool lavender sky—it makes for perfect, warm evening air. At his side is his mate, and in his heart, love; all is right within the world.

He can feel Aion nose at his back and hear a seagull squawking in the distance. Eros can’t see the setting sun, but its fading warmth slowly slips from him and he knows it’s nearing dusk. Distantly, he can hear his mate mumble his name. “Mmmmm,” he answers, although he can’t quite place what exactly it is that his beloved had said. Good night, maybe? Slowly, he opens his eyes to ask.

But he isn’t at the beach—the seagull is a blue jay chirping from their windowsill at the Capitol, and the sloshing ocean is the sound of the river outside. In fact, it isn’t evening at all. Instead, the sun had just begun to rise; golden morning light streams into their room and glimmers as it passes through Aion’s wings. Eros shivers at the touch of his mate’s newly-acquired feathers against his flank. “Good morning, kjekk.”

What his dream hadn’t fabricated is Aion. Aion, who is still at his side, who nuzzles close up against him. Eros returns his kisses with fervor; his heart is still full of love. And all is still right with the world, for what matters is not where they are, but simply that they are together.

@Aion
aimless | frank


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Aion — Dawn Court Doctor Signos: 1,475
▶ Played by sid [PM] Posts: 45 — Threads: 9
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 26
▶ 11 [Year 491 Winter] Active Magic: Frostbite
▶ 17 hh Bonded: N/A
#3


you put your arms around me and i'm home

”Mmmmm.”

Aion’s eyes open in an instant at the sound, the blue shining brightly against his dark face. There’s a twinkle in those eyes today, like the stallion is holding onto a secret that he can hardly contain.

Only a little longer though, and it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.

”Finally,” he says, nipping his mate’s shoulder playfully. ”Good morning, mon cher.”

For a moment he lets himself enjoy his sweet touches and kisses, basking in the warm sun that illuminates them through the open window. Every caress is a delight, every press of their lips the most potent of drugs that leaves him hungry for more.

But abruptly, he pulls away, afraid he might never stop if he sits here any longer.

”Let’s go,” he says, climbing to his feet. ”I have something I want to show you.”

He’s already striding to the door but he stops there and turns around, waiting. Eros is still on the bed, his pale skin bright against the dark satin pillows. The sunlight streaming into their room catches him in its grasp, illuminating him and forming a hazy glow that clings to his body like a second skin. A smile slips onto Aion's face, his eyes wandering across his curves without shame. 

If he could capture this moment forever, branding it into his mind so that he could return to it whenever he wanted, he would in a heartbeat. 

You can return here later, his mind whispers, reminding him where he needs to go, what he needs to do. There will be plenty of time later.

So he promises himself, later.

And when Eros isn't looking, he picks up the engraved ring and tucks it away for safekeeping.



@Eros
walk. "talk."
rhiaan / sid



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Eros — Dawn Court Champion of Community Signos: 1,620
▶ Played by aimless [PM] Posts: 31 — Threads: 3
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 16 — Atk: 4 — Exp: 18
▶ 8 [Year 495 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14.2 hh Bonded: N/A
#4


In his half-asleep reverie, Eros wonders if the world ever pieces together a day for someone; if it ever goes out of its way to draw up something uniquely perfect for them, and them alone. If it does, he thinks, today might be one of those days. He’s certain the birds outside must be chirping a love song for his and Aion’s ears only. That the sun had risen at just the perfect angle to illuminate their room in a warm, golden glow. If it is their day, he doesn’t want it to ever end.

So he blinks against the beaming light of morning, stuffs his head into Aion’s neck, and wills the passage of time away. “Just a few more minutes?,” he mumbles. (After all, they have many nights yet before they’ve even begun to catch up on all the ones they missed together.) Aion indulges him for a brief moment, with kisses and nuzzles, but it feels like no time at all when he withdraws to the door and leaves Eros exposed to the harsh glare of the sun. “Let’s go,” he says.

And Eros almost interrupts, ready to argue they have nowhere to be, that they should enjoy this time while they have it. But “I have something I want to show you,” Aion continues, and with the smile on his lips and twinkle in his eyes, Eros is powerless to deny him anything. He lets himself bask for a moment—not in the sunlight, but under Aion’s keen gaze; he’d ask if he sees something he likes, but he doesn’t need to to know his answer. Of course he does.

Eros allows himself one last languid stretch before rising from the bed to meet his mate at the door. “Where are we going?”

@Aion
aimless | frank


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