altimit | [closed]

[closed]

Who: Owen & people witnessing his no good very bad forced openness.
What: Sometimes dungeon run effects aren't super fun?
When: Early October.
Warnings: gazes... likely mentions of child abuse, neglect, death & violence/physical assault, suicidal ideation, mental illness, ptsd, possibly also gender identity, transphobia and homophobia?? specific cws will be in the threads but this is not going to be a fun time for anyone. yay!

If anyone wants a thread with Owen while under the effect still, I am a) still working on some more starters but b) feel free to ask for one! Or if you want one in the fallout. There won't be anything tied to the event in this post, however, so wait for me over there.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You never know! They might. Although, if they are less picky about humans than their master is...

[ Meaning Owen is definitely a judgemental and highly picky bitch, okay? Although that is a bit of the kettle calling the pot black here. ]

[Being picky means he has standards.]

Dogs are good judges of characters. If they don't like you, it would be for a reason... but you don't hold any ill-will towards me or have bad intentions, do you?

[Like murder!]

Do I need to worry about what you might want from me?

Well, if they can sense my disdain for your lack of decor sensibilities, then they may very well dislike me for that, but otherwise?

[ A shrug. He does not. There's no reason to have ill-will toward Owen on any serious account, is there? ]

I would call it doubtful.

If that’s the only problem you have with me, I think the dogs would be fine.

[It’s not like Fandaniel is going to murder him over something like that - which is perhaps too low of a bar, but so it goes.]

Though… Ah, nevermind.

I suppose I would have to bring offerings for them...

[ Snackrifices, to be exact. Fandaniel stuffs his mouth with syrupy pancake before quirking an eyebrow at how Owen never finishes that thought. What? What was that? Chew chew chew, swallow. ]

Well, what is it, man? Don't you 'nevermind' me.

Offerings? Hardly. They don't need to be spoiled any more than they already are.

[And they're very, very spoiled... The dogs are better off than Owen is, most of the time, so it's a shame that he's stuck here.]

I can "nevermind" whoever I want to.

[Well, he's done with his pancakes now! Look at the time. Time to flee from this conversation.]

Goodness, someone's being bratty this morning, even after being fed.

[ Fandaniel should push but... Owen is already moving to leave, isn't he? So he could just keep walking away even if he did. Irritating. But also not worth abandoning the rest of his own breakfast for. ]

Fine, run on away, then. I suppose you don't consider me enough of a friend to confide in me by choice.

[Well. That does get Owen to pause in his retreat, going still in the doorway.

He doesn’t look back at him, but he’s… thinking.]

And here I thought we getting too friendly and you might appreciate some distance between us. It seems neither of us know what we mean or think of each other, hm?

Neither of us...? [ A scoff. ] Owen, I would not have gone to the efforts of the potion and breakfast if I did not think...

[ Think what, exactly? There's a bit of an awkward pause and he frowns, somewhat. He knows what he told Owen before. He has only the one friend and... and his plans are... ]

If I did not think. That I enjoy your company.

[ Yeah, even that, is a bit awkward. He isn't good at this when he's being honest, Owen! ]

You think you enjoy my company?

[Awkward feels like an understatement.

Owen turns around with a dramatic flourish, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway.]

You sound like you’re not sure you do.

[He shouldn’t bully but he’s going to anyways!!]

[ He's trying here, Owen! Trying! Ugh. Still, it gets Owen to linger a moment longer and Fandaniel can't help it, he quirks an eyebrow at him. ]

Hmm, I admit I am incredibly close to be sure. Although, if you would like to convince me further, I wouldn't say no.

[ It's pretty subtle as far as flirtation goes; it can be taken either as that or as him merely asking Owen to stick around longer. Very simple. ]

[Try harder! Even if he does get Owen to consider - does he want to convince Fandaniel? Why should he be the one convincing Fandaniel if he enjoys his company or not!

But he gets it. It’s a not-so-clever ploy for attention because it’s easier to talk around things than just be upfront.]

Well, I can’t turn down a challenge like that.

[So back into the room, closing the distance and looking down at Fandaniel. He leans in close, resting a hand on the table.]

Because I enjoy your company, even if our feelings and memories keep being toyed with in this place. It’s… not bad, having you around when it happens.

[Which isn’t the “convincing” Owen thinks will work, so he leans in even closer, pressing a soft kiss to Fandaniel’s…

Forehead. :) He’s just too precious.]

[ Too bad for Owen, there's something so bizarrely gentle about how he leans in to press that kiss to his forehead. It catches Fandaniel off-guard. He had anticipated mocking, sarcasm, rudeness, not... this. It's embarrassingly sweet and he can already feel the heat of that embarrassment creeping across his face.

Oh. Hm.

He ducks down, stifling the immediate irritation he has at feeling embarrassed at all. He shouldn't be! They're only toying with one another, that's all, and it's normal! Ugh. ]

Yes, well, I can't imagine you will have to work at it too hard. I feel similarly, even if you do keep presuming the worst of me.

[ He hasn't forgotten that accusation from before, Owen... ]

[Oh... That reaction isn't what he was expecting, but it's cute. Seeing Fandaniel get so embarrassed is way more charming than it should be, but Owen is absolutely taking all of his thoughts about how nice it is to see Fandaniel like this and shoving them into a deep, dark box he will absolutely never try to look at again.

Luckily, he knows just the way to take this conversation and throw them both off the deep end.]

You're not still sore about that, are you?

[He says like it wasn't an awful thing to accuse someone of and that was exactly why he said it.]

I wouldn't have minded if you had decided to be a worse man. Leaving myself at your mercy for you to do anything you wanted to do to me, while I was none the wiser for it... It's an intriguing idea. For me, at least, though you might not agree.

[There goes any softness and sentimentality... Though, Owen hasn't thought that admitting that much might give away just how much he trusts Fandaniel, because it's not about being vulnerable and having faith Fandaniel wouldn't really hurt him! It's just horny stuff. That's all. Simple.]

[ Good thing that ruins whatever the hell that soft moment was. Good job, Owen. There's a snort of laughter, at least, and that shuffles off whatever remnants of embarrassment were left. He dares to peek up at Owen again, eyebrows raised high on his forehead. ]

For you, perhaps, but I don't see the fun in it if you aren't able to react.

[ While the concept isn't outright rejected with disgust, it would certainly need some fine-tuning. That'd be a very lonely encounter if only one of them was aware. ]

[He is an expert at keeping things from ever getting too tender.]

I suppose, with how much you enjoy my company, you have a fondness for my reactions.

[Well, now that he's already thinking about it... He could adjust. He could, or he could just continue to be the way that he is.]

I'm not sure I could be so obedient to actually listen to you if you tried to order me around - you'd have to convince me to do as you wanted if you want my reactions.

I think there might be an Area effect that could fix that little problem if you truly are so inclined...

[ Because knowing Owen, Fandaniel can already foresee him being contrary simply to frustrate. To him, that would be a hilarious game, of that Fandaniel feels sure of. That said, before this goes any further than idle wondering— ]

But at least allow me to make some coffee and freshen up before we go experimenting.

Yeah, I'm familiar with it.

[Intimately, one could say,]

You should have made coffee while you were making the pancakes.

[But he pulls back, giving Fandaniel his personal space back. Freshening up isn't a bad idea, honestly...]

There's showers in this place, right?

You are? Do tell.

[ Or maybe don't, depending... Anyway, Owen's right. He should have put on coffee at the same time. That's less important than what's asked, however. ]

Oh, yes. I had Cultist Grunty install a public bath at the end of the hall with the private guild rooms.

The head admin isn’t immune to the effects of the “Empire” keyword.

[He will leave out the… saucier details. Fandaniel’s a smart man, he can figure it out.]

Only one bath for the whole tower? Are you expecting me to share?

[he knows it’s probably a very large, luxurious bath but let him have this]

Is that so...

[ Well, well, now that's interesting. Ah, but the question of the bath. That earns a bit of a blank stare from Fandaniel for a second or two before— ]

Well, technically, yes, there is one very large bath, but there's also an entire line of places to shower at. It's really considered polite to shower before entering the bath itself but... I suppose it hardly matters here.

Have you never been to a public bath before, Owen?

[Showering… before getting into the bath?]

No, I’ve never even seen one before.

[So he’s having a hard time imaging what, exactly, Fandaniel’s got set up here.]

I’m sure it’s nicer than I’m imagining.

[ Excuse him while he finds this ceaselessly amusing. ]

Come along, then. Let me show you exactly what it is.

[ aka he's gonna push owen into the bath haha— i mean... He collects the plates and gets up to leave them in the sink for now before heading for the door, waving for Owen to follow along. It'll be exactly where he said, down the hall of private rooms, at the very end of it.

He'll open the door and they'll enter... yet another room that does not at all fit the Telophoroi Tower's decor. It is, quite literally, a public bath, no privacy at all included. It's also comfortably warm inside thanks to the water in the baths forever being fresh and hot for use. ]

[Well.

It's as advertised, that's for sure.]

...I see.

[This absolutely wasn't what he was expecting, but more importantly...]

Are we the only ones in the guild right now?

[He does not want Matoba walking in on him naked.]

Hm? That I cannot say but I can lock this room if you want your privacy that badly.

[ It's in his power to lock and unlock whatever he wants in this place! The power of the guild leader rank. ]

[closed]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

closes my eyes................ anyways,

owen why r u like this....

i don't need to answer that, actually,

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)