calderamemes | TDM #4

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TDM #4

ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.”

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU

WINTER'S WHISPER A fragrant spiced tea that calms the nerves and inspires the drinker to share their hopes and dreams.

JINGLE BELL A crisp, bright drink...that makes jingling bell sounds as you walk. There are no bells, and yet you jingle.

S(LAY) RIDE This drink has an earthy, woody taste. Almost as woody as the tavern floor it forces you to lie down upon. You cannot get up unless someone else helps you.

MISTLETOE MEAD Made with honey from enchanted bee hives and a touch of mistletoe leaves. Time to find a smoochin' partner!

HOLLY JOLLY SPICE A bold and fiery blend of rum, cinnamon, and cloves with a secret twist—just a dash of enchanted holly berry syrup that makes your cheeks flush with warmth and your laughter contagious. One sip, and you're the life of the party, even if you're by yourself.

CANDY CANE CRUSH A festive burst of minty sweetness with a cool, refreshing sensation that tingles the tongue. The drinker’s mood subtly shifts the color of their surroundings, briefly changing the hues of objects or lights in the room to match their feelings.

GINGERBREAD MAN A thick drink that tastes exactly like a gingerbread cookie. However, candy and other delicious accents start appearing on you as if YOU were the cookie. Is that icing on your nose? Candied cherries in your hair? Gumdrop buttons? But on the bright side, free candy!

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”

You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.

Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.

Visitors in all starter cities are offered a standard home with basic necessities provided (your choice in design, etc.) that can house 1-4 people if they so choose. Home upgrades can be purchased via rewards.

FANNING THE FLAMES

The renewed seething of the lava flows brought on by the tempestuous events deep below the sea seem to have been dealt with, though city guards have been stationed around the crater and are barring anyone from approaching to investigate any further than the outskirts. Interestingly, not only does the crater seem calm, it appears to be changing. Any remaining lava flow is being directed as if by unseen hands, and when the light catches just right, the barest hint of a shimmer can be detected surrounding the glowing rivers. New rock formations take shape as the days pass, though one never can catch the presence of a mason working on the structures. It's as if something intangible or invisible is repairing what was broken, turning what was previously chaos and ruin into order and life.

SEASON OF LIGHT

The world remains unsettled, still bearing the scars of the trials endured just a month prior, not to mention the oddities happening with the volcanic crater and the ominous shadows creeping in from the sea continue to haunt the collective psyche, leaving both locals and visitors on constant edge, fearful of a sudden, unprovoked assault. Despite these lingering anxieties, the leaders have publicly reassured all that calm has been restored. They claim that the worst is behind them and that every measure is being taken to prevent such devastating magics from ever threatening Salt Spire again. The protective bubble holds, new Undine are being ushered into their roles, and the world, it is said, is slowly healing. Or so they claim.

Whether or not the assurances of the leaders ring entirely true, life, as it often does, presses on. The people of Caldera have once again immersed themselves in the comforting bustle of distraction, turning their attention to the imminent Season of Lights celebrations. This holiday, it seems, bears a striking resemblance to the festive cheer of Christmas (and a mix of new years), with gifts exchanged in abundance and decorations of shimmering silver and radiant blue casting their glow across the sky, sea, and land in harmonious splendor.

One of the seasons's highlights is the grand Feast of the Sky, a night when the people gather beneath a star-filled canopy to exchange gifts—ornate trinkets, hand-crafted items, and tokens of affection that carry deep personal meaning. In the days leading up to the feast, a tradition of "Lightwalking" emerges, where families and friends embark on midnight strolls through streets aglow with lanterns, singing carols and sharing stories of hope and renewal. Sea-going vessels, too, partake in the festivities, their sails and riggings festooned with glowing orbs that drift like stars across the waters.

The Season of Lights is, above all, a celebration of resilience, a time when the people of Caldera set aside their worries, if only for a little while, to bask in the glow of community, generosity, and the promise of brighter days ahead thanks to the Visitor's arrival...

THE GRAND MASQUERADE

Another highlight of the season is the Grand Masquerade that unfolds high above the world in Heaven’s Bow, the floating city where the wind dances in the sky and the stars seem close enough to touch. The event is more than just a celebration of the Season of Lights—it’s a gathering of hope, a last-ditch effort to save Caldera from its slow unraveling. Here, among the clouds and the wind, the people of Caldera and the mysterious Visitors from other worlds come together in a shimmering, ethereal celebration, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks and appropriately fancy dress provided when one steps through the threshold of the castle gates.

The palace at the heart of Heaven’s Bow is a breathtaking sight, its walls adorned with silver and blue decorations that catch the light from thousands of lanterns floating in mid-air. The atmosphere is both jubilant and tense, a world on the brink of collapse holding its breath in the hopes that this fleeting night will offer a glimmer of salvation. The sky above is painted with the colors of dusk and dawn, swirling in a palette of purples, blues, and silvers.

Sylphs—the free-spirited, airborn people of the Sky—flutter about, their wings glinting in the light, performing acrobatic feats in the air, their laughter and music mingling with the sounds of the celebration. Guests, their masks intricate and stunning, move among the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and stories, some joining in the dances while others linger near the grand tables, laden with food and drink from every corner of Caldera and beyond.

As the night unfolds, the guests find themselves drawn into different corners of the event—each space offering the Visitors a chance to prove themselves worthy of the leaders’ favor. There is no shortage of opportunities to learn, grow, and, perhaps, change the course of this dying world.

THE SKY'S ASCENSION

At one end of the palace's terrace, a floating platform hovers above the clouds, surrounded by shifting air currents. Sylphs glide effortlessly through the space, their wings leaving trails of light as they move to the lively music, which seems written by the wind itself.

Aella, Admiral of the Slyph, stands at the center of the platform, her cloak of shimmering feathers rippling in the breeze. She surveys the crowd, inviting those brave enough to take part in her challenge. Before them, a maze of floating platforms stretches out, some wide and stable, others narrow and swaying in the wind. The task is simple: leap from one platform to the next, navigating the shifting air and ever-changing obstacles.

The platforms move unpredictably, some rising higher, others sinking, and a few disappearing entirely. Guests must time their jumps perfectly, balancing agility with timing as they avoid falling into the clouds below.

Those who succeed will earn Aella’s favor (in the form of 100 Bones and a single white feather). And those who falter will simply reappear the start of the challenge to begin anew or give up with no repercussions for the latter save perhaps a bit of embarrassment.

THE SEA'S SECRETS

On the other side of the terrace, a serene water garden unfolds, its shimmering pools reflecting the stars above. Water flows in delicate, endless cascades, filling the air with a soft, soothing melody that mingles with the distant sound of waves. The Undines, graceful and serene beings of the Sea, glide effortlessly through the space, their robes flowing like gentle currents, their movements as fluid as the water itself.

Cordelia, Queen of the Sea, stands quietly on a raised platform at the edge of the garden, her presence calm and powerful. Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, seem to reflect the vastness of the ocean, and though she watches the guests, she does not engage with them. Her stillness holds an air of mystery, as if she is both present and yet unreachable.

The Undines move silently through the garden, offering peaceful company to those who wander nearby. The garden is a place of contemplation, where guests can simply pause and connect with the tranquil beauty of the water—its soothing flow, its quiet depths, and its promise of renewal. There are no tests or challenges here, only the peace of the Sea to calm the mind and soul.

Those who linger may feel the weight of ancient knowledge in the air, a silent understanding of the oceans' mysteries and the healing power of water. In this place, the answers are not spoken, but felt—a quiet reminder that some of the world’s deepest truths are best discovered in moments of stillness.

As the evening fades, those who have found solace in the garden’s stillness will discover, tucked gently in their palm, a lustrous pearl. Unlike any found on the shores, this pearl is soft and warm, its surface shimmering with an inner light. It is a symbol of the wisdom that comes from quiet reflection—the knowledge that some things, like the depth of the sea, cannot be rushed.

THE LAND'S EMBRACE

In the heart of the palace gardens, beneath a canopy of flowering trees, the Dryads drift gracefully among the guests, their earthy skin glowing with life and their eyes bright with the vitality of nature. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, while the ground beneath the guests' feet pulses with a quiet energy, inviting them to pause and feel the garden’s magic.

Terra, the Lady of the Land, stands at the center, her form adorned in living vines and blossoms, moving as if the garden itself flows through her. Her presence is both nurturing and fierce, a silent invitation to those seeking connection—to the land, to love, and to one another.

Guests are drawn to the tranquil beauty of the garden, stealing soft moments with their partners among the flowers. Lovers exchange quiet glances, touch petals with gentle fingers, and share unspoken promises beneath the soft glow of lanterns. The garden hums with romance, as if the earth itself is blessing these tender moments, offering the quiet assurance that love—like the land—can grow in the most unexpected places.

As the night draws to a close, Terra’s gentle power is felt in the air, and for those who have taken the time to connect with the garden’s beauty, a soft gift of nature is bestowed. A flower—unique and radiant—appears in their hand, a token of love and growth, a reminder that even the briefest moments can take root and blossom into something everlasting.

QUESTBOARD [NEW QUESTS ADDED]

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to Caldera's fourth TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored!

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

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[ It appeared that they were going to become dragon dads together which was a simultaneously daunting but also potentially something that he had only ever dreamed about. Of course, he would let Alex be the 'main' father as the case may be but he would be there for support and any hard work that entailed. ]

Ah, we would be more than happy to assist. [ He cleared his throat while exchanging a well timed look in Alex's direction. ] Do you.. I mean is there any special requirements we should know about? Do you need anything to make yourself more comfortable?

[ He suddenly was very worried about this whole situation and the furrow grew deeper between his brows ]

[Nope this would be a coparenting situation. Alex would need Henry to raise their new dragon son. Apparently. Because that was a thing.]

Oh... oh wow, okay yeah. We can help.

[The dragon nudged oh so gently at one of the gem-like eggs, to ease it towards the two human men. Alex glanced over at Henry to meet that look. This "come to the cave" quest suddenly seemed like a bit more of a commitment. But it was kind of amazing?]

'My time is nearing its end. As long as my children are safe, then I am at peace.'

[They might need to do some care and feeding of magical dragons reading, but Alex crouched to pick up the egg, looking bewildered and glancing over Henry. They're definitely doing this, right?]

[ Truth, a dragon needed two dads-- it was science. Especially if they were going to grow to epic proportions. But he would not mind coparenting at all, he just did not want to take the shine from Alex though, perhaps it would be good for the dragon to have a grounding influence.

His eyes softened as he saw Alex pick up the glimmering egg, and then he stepped closer and put his hand on Alex's shoulder in a solid show of support. ]

I will do everything I can for you while you sit on the egg to hatch it.

[ Henry said this with the utmost sincerity, but there was that spark of devilment. ] Even if you suddenly desire ice cream and pickles in the middle of the night.

[ There was a sigh from the dragon, likely because humans were so strange. ]

[Here was Alex holding the egg like he was terrified of dropping it -- probably inspiring the dragon with nothing but confidence in these two idiots who were taking one of their children.

It'd be fine.

Alex meanwhile looked at Henry flatly.]

And they say romance is dead.

[Egg sitting. ...he didn't actually have to sit on the egg, right?] We ah... we might need to ask around how to take care of a dragon.

[This was when the mother dragon helpfully ran down at least a few useful things and necessities right into their empty, pretty heads.]

[ The emptiest and prettiest heads, thank you very much. Henry got the communication around the same time that Alex did-- well that was certainly convenient. He managed to catch one helpful thing out of all of the instructions that was like cofee into their heads. ]

There is a dragon tamer, they will know what to do.

[ There is a lot of responsibility that comes with being Dragon Daddies.. and well, they were the nuts that had been chosen for the task. He placed his hand on the small of Alex's back them. ] We will raise them as if they were our own.

[ And then a wry smile. ] That is, minus the crippling anxiety and societal expectations.

Okay great, we ask the professional for advice on how to care for our son.

[...or daughter. He didn't know, and he wasn't sure how they'd tell even once the egg hatched. Maybe that was a question for the dragon tamer too.]

...yeah we can leave those parts out.

[ By this time the dragon was probably thoroughly sick of them and their smart mouths, but someone to take care of her child was someone to take care of her child, and so she bid them adieu, waiting for the next person to come along and take the next egg. Which was fair all things considered.

He would let Alex hold the egg for at least a little while. ] Let me know when you want to go on egg duty. [ Henry said as he turned away from the dragon (probably a safe-ish idea since they had the egg now.). ] I have read a few fantasy books involving how to upkeep a dragon but I do not know how accurate those are.

[Alex would follow Henry out of the cave. The egg was still carefully held in one arm.]

Yeah, thanks. We can take turns.

[He looks down at it.] It's really pretty. Looks more like a jewel than an egg.

[Who knew.] Maybe more accurate than you'd think. I feel like we fell straight into one.

Look at me, attempting to logic through fantasy dynamics.

[ He saw the way that Alex wrapped his arms around the egg protectively, and in turn something fiercely protective filled Henry-- like he would protect this man to the end of his days, wanted to protect him and protect what was important to him. ]

We will search out a Dragon Tamer and then after we get advice, we will go and build them a nice little next all warm and cozy.. I have some blankets and well I would imagine you have to keep it warm.

It's very you, in fairness. And kind of endearing.

[Henry with his quiet logic and methodical dedication. They were good counterbalances to each other, not opposites, not exactly. But they were contrasting parts of the same greater whole, perhaps, fitting into each other's edges and completing the bigger picture between them.

He nodded.]

That's a solid plan. I think you're probably right. Eggs need to be kept warm and incubated. We can make sure it has a safe, cozy nest.

[ Congratulations Henry and Alex, you both get to take an egg home to care for it. And instead of a small child hatching from it, one who could spend their entire teenage years resenting and rebelling against them-- they got a dragon who could suddenly decide they were crunchy and taste good with ketchup, if it's parents suddenly decided that a good grounding was necessary. ]]

We should probably decide on a name.. and I happen to have a few suggestions.

[ Oh no, poor dragon might potentially end up with a name like Elizabeth or Timothy. ]

...do I even want to ask? I'm not naming our dragon-child Keith.

[He knew Henry. He was ready for the worst really, but there was amusement very plain on his face, even if he was trying hard not to smile.

He was also looking down at the egg and murmuring quietly.] Don't worry, I won't let him name you name you Adele or Elton either.

[Just listing off British musicians? Maybe.]

You may have to worry about Gary, Howard, Jason or Mark.

[ Henry totally got what Alex was putting down and was listing his crushes, all of the members of Take That, because he could and it was true. ]

But no, I rather thought we could go with the name RuPaul.

[ There was a pause, oh gods Alex was going to groan. ]

You know, because he is a dragon--

You had those lined right up.

[Nerd, Henry. What a nerd.

And then the prince kept talking and Alex did not groan... at first.

At first he just stared at the prince like he couldn't believe he'd just heard what he'd heard. That was... oh god that was AWFUL. There was the groan, loud and long.]

Why are you like this?

[ well if it had been in order or who he would boff, the order would've been a little different but anyways. ] They are perfectly respectable boys names Alex.

[ that is if you were in a boy band complete with choreographed dance numbers. ]

Hey, I happen to have binged all of Rupaul's Drag Race, both American and British-- I am quite the fan.

[ and then a pause ]

I think it is better to just roll your eyes and then focus on what a nice arse I have.

For human boys, sure. Yeah. All respectable human names.

[But RuPaul, huh? He looks a bit amused at Henry being a fan of Drag Race, but also yeah. Quality programming as these things went.

He huffed a laugh.]

You do have a really excellent ass.

[ It was his habit to keep parts of Henry Fox a secret, that was why his name was David because only he knew it was named after the greatest singer/songwriter of all time. Why he liked Drag Race but know one in the public knew that; maybe he needed to explain that to Alex.

And so he did. ]

So whenever I say David, I think Bowie; but it's a way of keeping my self private from others. Its a piece that belongs to only me, so in interviews I say David and the British Press think 'what a sensible british name' but in my head I am picturing Ziggy Stardust prancing around the stage, or Bowie's 80s era where he wears three piece suits and with his hair slicked back-- and it is something to belong only to me.

[ But his eyes sparkle nevertheless as he moves over to smooth at the soft shell of the dragon's egg ] But I have to say that you ribbing me is quite entertaining and I will always want you to do more of it.

[Piece by piece, Alex was starting to know and understand Henry, with each little glimpse into the reality of him that the prince granted him. And they were all precious, small moments of trust, and Alex knew that wasn't exactly Henry's strongest suit, trusting.

Alex hummed quietly, maybe surprisingly thoughtful at that. He looked from Henry's hand moving over the egg's gem-like shell, up to the other man's face.]

The secret is, I like David. I think he's pretty cool, cool enough to be named after David Bowie even. You, however, are a huge nerd. But I like you too.

[A pause, and he considered.] We could call them Ru, for short. That's a cute nickname... for a dragon.

[ Oh no, their child (and it was their child) was going to see their parents in love-- it was going to be disgusting. He could feel that mist cover over his eyes and he attempted to brush it away gamely. ]

David is one of the coolest people I know, though I suppose you are too.

[ See, he just implied that David was a people-- well maybe even better than people if it came directly down to that. ]

I will call them RuPaul because it is only proper to refer to them as their full name, though I may also call them something like "Poppet" or something that I do not call you.. because I cannot have them bounding in every time I call you Sweetheart, thinking its them.

[David could be a people. Dogs were generally nicer than most people, after all. And hey, Alex got to be cool, which, yeah of course. He was extremely cool, clearly. Except he was well aware of how much a mess he was, not all that deep down.

Henry was close enough that there was nothing stopping Alex from leaning over and planting a kiss to his cheek. So he did.]

I like it when you call me 'sweetheart.'

[In case Henry was wondering.]

[ There Alex went, bringing out the soft in Henry once again as if it was his life mission; for the other guy nearly melted with pleasure, feeling it wrap warmth around his heart. No choice in the matter, none at all-- now his heart was as warm as a cup of tea. ]

Then I will continue calling you Sweetheart. [ And no one else, there was only room for one Sweetheart in his world and it was Alex, a thousand-times Alex. ]

Good. Works for me, baby.

[Another kiss to his cheek though this one ended with a quick, light nip.]

It's nicer than bellend anyway. ...I looked it up.

[His shoulders shook with a laugh he was trying to contain and doing a poor as hell job with it.]

[ They were walking and then he heard Alex's giggle-chuckle and he glanced over at Alex with something close to horror. ]

Did you seriously look it up?

[ That was dedication right there though he gave a wry smile. ] Well.. if you must know, I meant it 'affectionately'.

Of course I looked it up.

[He had to know, Henry. He'd googled it and then wound up down an ADHD Wikipedia rabbithole for a few hours about genital-based insults. There are a lot of them, in all sorts of langauges.

Another snort.] Yeah yeah, you always say the sweetest things. It's fine. You're in my phone as Prince Dickhead. There might be a poop emoji. An affectionate poop emoji.

[ If Alex hadn't been holding a egg with a dragon held within it, he would've attempted to shove him, but you know precious cargo and all. Maybe he could train the dragon to shove Alex-- that could be a reasonable and obtainable goal. ]

Prince Dickhead, wow.. I am so honoured.. and a poop emoji, you are so charming.

[ But he was grinning, despite himself. ] Well, I was tempted to save your name under "Goblin Prince" however then I erred on the side of safety.

[ But it was the thought that counted, right? ]

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