#c: garth

Sometimes the tail could be cumbersome. Sometimes. Like now. Now the tail was cumbersome. Elysia hauled herself onto the beach after being chased by a couple of people who would rather keep NOVA around - in their tiny fishing dingy, no less. With her palms outstretched and over the base of her tail, she started to pull the water from the surface of her skin to dry herself off. Once dry, her legs would come back and she could walk back to the district.

As her hands moved to position and water droplets started beading atop her seafoam green scales before they rose into the air and dissipated, she noticed the presence of someone nearby. Having been caught in the act, Elysia looked up at her company and gave them a sheepish smile, cheeks pink and her hands still hovering over her tail, which had only started to dry. “Uh... hi.”

To say Eddie planned on falling asleep in a tree would be a lie. The situation he put himself in the night before might have had something to do with it, as he never got enough sleep from staying up to tinker with a desktop computer build gone wrong. The nap itself would have been fine, as the vivid nature of his red skin was hidden behind the layers of green leaves, and his temperature was cooler with his unconscious mind so he didn’t have to worry about setting the whole thing on fire.

But something beamed him on the head and scared him awake. A baseball — its red stitching started to unfurl from the worn leather of the ball, but it was still firm despite the peeling. Eddie could hear the sound of children nearby, probably just below as they tried to search through the denseness of the leaves from their poor vantage point on the ground. With the ball in hand, Eddie swung down from a branch with his prehensile tail and offered the lost treasure out to them.

The other aspect about the bathrooms that Florian hated was the fact the water pressure was so awful in some of these showers. You would think they would at least invest in good showers down in the Undercroft. Perhaps Florian would have to bring it up to a friend on the council. Making his way into the shower area, Florian was already bare naked, his clothes being long gone, and he was covered in dried cum, his hair matted with it, a thin crust of it over his face. A few masters thought it would be enjoyable to have him as the only bottom at their little orgy. 

The Fae was surprised to find another slave showering at this time, but he wasn’t shy. Walking in, he rather brazenly gave the other slave a smack on the ass as he turned the shower next to him on. “So you just getting back from a late night fuck too? Or just couldn’t get any sleep, big guy?” 

—✹ Sylvia's heart sank for Garth. "No, you don't have to raid it. Go sit down on my couch. I've got blankets to keep you warm and you can watch anything on my TV while I make you some hot chocolate, brownies, and your favorite meal. You can talk shit all you want."

Zach snorted softly as the young man spoke, glancing over at him. ​“I mean, I don’t know you, but yeah, I guess I could have missed you in a Carly Rae Jepsen, Call Me Maybe kind of way.” He couldn’t help but note the guy was very cute, so he definitely wasn’t complaining about the fact that he’d come up to him and started talking. “I’m sure you are fantastic, but I think I’d need more information to be sure.” Zach flashed him a grin. “Like how you feel about red wine and if you’re seeing anybody right now.” 

Riptides were dangerous and not everyone knew what to look for. Not everyone knew the signs. But Elysia did, and it was the kid’s lucky day that she was there collecting shells off the shoreline. Neglectful parents; it could have been a shame.

With a wave of her hands, Elysia pulled the tide back in towards the beach to bring the unconscious kid back in. A draw of her fingers pulled the water from his lungs and set a coughing fit, expelling more water. She gave him a pat on the back when the mother came in a rush and a slew of thanks.

“Garth? It’s Kiaan. Wanna let me in?”