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Fridgar teaches Alistair a thing or two about becoming.

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'What a nerd.' he thought to himself with a roll of his black globes. What did that even mean? Closing the distance and removing all obstacles? The Lothar didn't much care at this very trill, however. His eyes were shut, his body bathing in the other man's warmth, it was wrong. So wrong, but also right. Was it? Fridgar was torn. 'Rey'na...' she danced through his head, weighing down his chest with guilt. How could he do this to her? Sure, she might have danced with other men, shown herself off, and failed to say 'I love you' back to him, but she'd never been unfaithful, had she?

His thoughts vanished once more at the kissing of his jaw... Kissing... He held completely still, frozen with fear. What did Alistair want from him? Had he not said last night that he couldn't go through with this? He echoed the sense of smell of a bear and put his nose to Alistair's neck, filling his lungs with the male's lust and musk. He halted for a trill in thought. He'd regretted his rejection so much the first time around, and like he'd preached to the noble - what's the point of doing something if it doesn't make you happy? Fridgar exhaled through his nose before meeting eyes with Alistair.

Without a word, Fridgar stood up and lifted him from the floor, taking the hand he'd been using to hug Alistair and sliding it down his body. Need overcame him, not want, but need. He pulled Alistair's left knee from under him and held his thigh at his waist. After a lengthy pause, Fridgar closed his eyes and planted his lips on Alistair's. Rey'na had all but faded from his mind, all he wanted was this man in this trill. His heart quickened again, breathing ragged. One could lose themselves in the body heat radiating from the giant.

As the kiss intensified, Fridgar walked forward and set Alistair with his back on the table. Looming above the human, he rested on his forearms on either side of his head while his hips nestled between Alistair's legs. He tenderly kissed along the skin of his neck before locking lips with the human once more.

He'd all but given in to his primal desires, those desires being Alistair in this moment. And by the immortals, did he desire the human. He opened his mouth on the kiss, pushing his tongue into Alistair's mouth. Was he going too fast? It felt like so, but all the while he wanted more, NEEDED more. Driven purely by impulse and instinct, he'd take this as far as he could. The man he'd thought he was just last night had all but vanished in place of... This... All of it for Alistair.
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All of this hesitation, and fear. He was filled with these things. Thoughts kept running through his mind, even as their lips locked, their tongues passionately raged against one another. 'What of tomorrow?' he would ask himself. 'Does this mean anything beyond the moment?' And, that was when he realized something -- none of that mattered. Tomorrow, later, the next ten moments - he and Fridgar could decide all of that when it came. He utilized something he never thought he would, a gift from the "matron" he so utterly claimed to despise. Thespian, the ability to perfectly mold one's mindscape to another thing entirely. He dispelled his inhibitions, his fears, his anxieties. Instead, all he felt was desire.

Inhibition -- what was the point? Did the body need that? He remembered his inhibitions now, with gritted teeth. The man who acted almost as if a boy, never indulging, always sitting still in the corners of a room like a wallflower. Why did he need to comply with ethics now? For Rey'na's sake? Did Rey'na even care about Fridgar? Did she love him? Would she be proud of the strides he'd made, right in this room, coming to self-understanding? Becoming a better man? No. She would likely be envious, or angry. The truth was, Alistair could love Fridgar for who he was, while Rey'na could only love him for who she wanted him to be. That was what the mind decided, compelled to influence by the body. Thespian thus discarded inhibition.

Fear. What was he afraid of? Being obliterated by his own want? Enjoying a thing far too much? There was no such thing, he recollected, as too much. If Fridgar could endure eight minutes of searing pain, then the two of them could surely engage with one another in pleasure. Why did he fear? Was pleasure itself sinful? And who would judge this sin? The only God that watched upon Alistair's back was one of desire and want, and if anything, she would be pleased by all this. He discarded fear.

And anxiety? Please. One didn't even need to argue against that. These were all just flimsy points of the same wobbly triangle, with little merit or reason for them. Why was Alistair always so afraid? Why was he worrying about what bloody Rey'na wanted, among all people? This wasn't bad. This wasn't evil. This was good. Being disloyal to the disreputable wasn't a crime. It was a method of finding salvation.

Not tonight, he said, to each and every inhibitor. Each and every undesired emotion. All of the weakness he held in his stream of thoughts. Tonight he wasn't that person, he wasn't that fool who could scarcely speak a word without weighing its consequences. He would say what he wanted, and do what he wanted, the exact moment these things crossed his mind. That was the vow he made with himself, and with Fridgar, who he shared this moment with in unity.

As he was brought against the table, everything had come undone and had been recreated. His mindscape was made his to command, and tonight, he would command.

Their lips met, and their tongues sprung to action, the two of them intertwined with the noble's arms wrapped around Fridgar's back, pulling him in. His thighs parted Alistair's legs, placing the two of them into a compromising, but satisfying position. And then, as the Venora's palms scaled the rough body of his beloved Becomer, he did what would have been seen as impossible just before this moment - he took it all a step further, taking all the liberty he could, and scaling the full body of the larger man. His eyes shut as he was consumed by it all, the danger, the desire, the need.

"Fridgar," he called his name, "No holds barred."
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(There's plenty more where that came from)


ALISTAIR:
Rewards:

  • Story: +5
  • Collaboration: +5
  • Structure: +5

These points CAN be used for magic.
But only for Rupturing (see Comments)


Knowledges:

  • Becoming: The Basics About Totems
  • Becoming: Unleashing is a Very Fast, But Tiring, Shift
  • Becoming: You Have to Finish Before You Can Shift Back
  • Discipline: Admitting What Little You Know When Asked
  • Discipline: Remaining Calm While Witnessing a Radical Shift
  • Field Craft: Snakes are Surprisingly Heavy
  • Fridgar: Can Become an Anaconda Too
  • Fridgar: Feels That "Self" is Not Defined by the Form
  • Intimidation: Knowing How Tough Becomers Must Be
  • Intimidation: The Threat of Telling Rey'na
  • Negotiation: Agreeing to Teach Rupturing to Keep Fridgar
  • Psychology: Death is Less Scary Than Losing Your Self-Identity
  • Seduction: Kissing Along the Jawline
  • Seduction: Even Mere Body Heat Can be Stimulating
  • Seduction: Splintering for Skin-to-Skin Contact
  • Sesser: Thespian: Ideal to Dispel Emotional Obstacles
  • Socializing: Comparing the Pros and Cons of Different Magics
  • Sociology: Agreeing to Disagree

Loot:

Nothing to speak of


Loss:

Nothing to speak of


Injuries:

Nothing to speak of


Fame: 0

Sorry, too private a scene


Devotion: +10
5 for "Seduce someone to act out of pure lust (+5)
and 5 for "Commit an act of lust"

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FRIDGAR:
Rewards:

  • Story: +5
  • Collaboration: +5
  • Structure: +5

These points CAN be used for magic.
But only for Becoming (see Comments)

Knowledges:

  • Alistair: Fears that Becoming "Dilutes" the Purity of Your "Self"
  • Alistair: Thinks Becomers May be "Into" Pain
  • Becoming: Assimilation: Silk is Organic in Origin
  • Persuasion: The Rapturous Mid-Point of a Form Shift
  • Persuasion: The Pain of Becoming Soon Fades
  • Psychology: Friends Might Say You're Smart Only to Convince Themselves
  • Psychology: Worrying The You're Betraying Rey'na
  • Rhetoric: Numerous Analogies About The Pain of Becoming
  • Rupturing: No Separate Forms, But a Vast Reach of "Self"
  • Rupturing: The Basics
  • Rupturing: Transcension Has No Painful Downside
  • Seduction: Fingers Through the Hair
  • Seduction: Lifting and Carrying While Kissing
  • Seduction: Skin on Scales is Pleasant
  • Sociology: Agreeing to Disagree
  • Sociology: Tell People Not to Touch You BEFORE They Do
  • Tactics: The Possible Combat Applications Of Rupturing
  • Teaching: Give the Good News Before the Bad

Loot:

Nothing to speak of


Loss:

Nothing to speak of


Injuries:

Nothing to speak of


Fame: 0

Sorry, too private


Devotion: 0

Nothing to speak of


Comments:

You both got some knowledge of a new magic, and it will be able to be used to advance levels once you actually are initiated and using it. But for now, you don't have the domain to advance. It was really only "Book-learnin", not experience.
Okay, I feel utterly violated...lol...I will never be able to see a movie with Fred Astair in it, without thinking of "Fridistair". :lol:
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