#desalvar

// well we hope felix does

NSFT QUESTIONS || accepting.

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

Anything associated with infantilization. HARD NO and deal-breaker. He hates immaturity as a personality trait and that's always a turn-off for him, so why would he want to add sexual undertones to it? He's repulsed by the mere idea.

He isn't too fond of pet names either, but, again, anything infantilizing will automatically ruin the mood.

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their-time kind of person?

Answered here.

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

For someone who's got a considerable neat-freak streak, he's (perhaps) surprisingly undeterred by the idea and practice of using his tongue and mouth anywhere. He especially loves eating any holes his partner may have and sucking whatever he can wrap his lips around.

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

He'll very occasionally watch p°rn for the sake of aiding with some relief, but it isn't something he cares about that much.

Fun fact: he doesn't like romance and/or erotic novels, at all, which might be surprising because he adores literature in general. Visual and musical erotic art get far more appreciation from him, though.

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

He'll try and enjoy sex swings and the like, the same as tying his partner up or down.

Erotic shows consisting of suspension (especially from flesh perforations) are definitely a big turn-on. He'll gladly watch and touch and use any props derived from it. Yet he wouldn't really be interested in getting suspended himself.

Highest place? Depends on the verse, but the top of some high tower (modern or ancient) and make that in the open: he likes the risque factor of it.

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

I would like to stop the RPC tendency to refer to sex as dirt and sin, but well...

Other than that, Antonín loves wearing lingerie — and feminine gowns / accessories. This has a sexual side to it, for sure. It doesn't mean he'll get in a submissive mood about it: feminine-presenting =/= submissive, even less so for non-binary individuals who don't care for traditional cishet standards.

He won't wear that kind of apparel for anyone, though. If anything, he tends to be somewhat particular about it.

Random Sunday questions || ACCEPTING.

He can do both. Depends on the mood, really. But he might get a special kick from music given the right context and partner... make it a romantic (or adjacent) date, including casual yet intimate dancing in private, then turning into other physical activities.

Certain spectacles could get him in the mood, for sure; from the opera or other classical music shows (which he adores attending) to all manner of clubs and parties. Add music to the thrill of public sex and he's down to.

Random Sunday questions || ACCEPTING.

He is definitely not someone who will keep quiet out of some constricted sense of dignity or embarrassment. He's definitely not someone who likes a quiet partner either. On the contrary. Things should be on the noisier side to be of his complete liking — mutually.

Can he keep it quiet? Yes. Actually, he might get off on controlling his own noises and his partner's, for example, when in public. Control... that's just his thing in so many ways.

That said, he tends to be specially vocal in the sense of doing plenty of dirty talk: praising or degrading. Or both. That's a major turn-on.

Honestly it entirely depends on the situation and the individual?

A Q (Qaqu) of the past might be less reactive to criticism because in most cases they couldn’t care less. Mortals? They might find some irritation but what do they truly know in comparison to the lifetimes they’ve lived?  Beside Q’s always banked on people forgetting their transgressions. Their brother and sister? Who are they to judge them? If it was warranted. Qaqu would sooner die than let themselves show submission. To admit something about the image, the persona, the legend, they created, they built to protect themselves is flawed. The best way to deal with criticism is to ignore it, right? To let go. Or destroy the source. But then again Q can hold a grudge.

In saying that there are always exceptions, and Q could be more inclined to take notice of the criticism from their family and people they love but it was because they listened, it was easier for it to fall on deaf ears in favour of walls laced in control, blame, violence or cruelty. Either that or they simply seethe and brood until the end of time. The worst of their emotions was reserved for the one who made them feel guilt or embarrassment.

|| ASKBOX PROMPTS — accepting.

"Your Majesty..." a languid, half-hearted and demure reproach, as they slowly walk away from prying eyes and ears. "The people yearn to be in your presence this evening."

Leaving the crowded grand halls behind, the aged King and his ageless Knight venture into the infamous stone garden — a realm of sculptures where no life thrives. Legend whispers that the former monarch, a wretched tyrant, poisoned the castle's soil with his endless malice.

(Alas, rot and death cling to their current sovereign.)

Amidst the silence and vacant stares of angels and saints of granite, they might find a moment of privacy sans faux piety. Adiel assists him onto an intricately carved stone bench; Lucius' hips and legs lack the vigour of his youth, and then joins him, seated beside, to watch the sun descend beyond the castle's walls. Such a breach of decorum given their station… he even dares to hold the King's hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

"It shall only be a month, or two." Several, more likely.

He departs tomorrow for the northern frontier to enforce the unsettled borders. Thus, tonight, the court honours him and the soldiers, wishing them a victorious and righteous incursion. Meanwhile, Adiel anticipates an unbridled bloodbath with no prisoners or survivors. Yet he understands Lucius' apprehension, for he feels it too, not from worry, but from the unwillingness to part.

Cupping the King's face with his free, gauntleted hand — cold yet gentle steel against wrinkled skin — he urges the King to meet his gaze.

|| ASKBOX PROMPTS.

The stairs leading up to the fifth-floor aren't as daunting as one might expect from an old building in London. Just a few more steps before reaching the apartment's door — while Antonín airs old grievances concerning Nicodemo's potential issues sharing a common space with him.

"Younger..." He smirks, pointing his finger at him and all. "And dumber."

He had just recalled when twelve or thirteen-year-old Nicodemo loudly laughed at his expense for being so particular about the order of his personal effects and room. Plenty of jabs were thrown Antonín's way, too, pointing out how NO ONE would ever tolerate him — except those poor fucks who got paid to clean up after the little princeling and to wipe his conceited ass.

All of it Nicodemo's own words, of course. Antonín simply thought it fitting to be quoted for the occasion.

"What about when you called me a crazy neat freak? That was... a few months ago?"

Finally the fifth floor! He fetches the keys from his pocket and opens the apartment's door. It hasn't been visited in years; evident by the thick layer of dust gathered on every uncovered surface. Luckily, all furniture is protected by fabrics... but the place needed some work. Some cleaning, ironically enough.

It is still big enough for both of them to live quite comfortably: two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large common room, and even an ample balcony. Close to both of their schools and, best of all, rent-free whereas prices on this side of the city keep skyrocketing.

First things first, Antonín rushes to open dusty curtains and tall window — to breathe fresh air into the stale environment, his figure framed by trickling rays of London's elusive sunlight. Perhaps he does look as radiant as he feels at that moment, turning back to face Nicodemo with a hopeful smile. All previous bantering and jabs seem suddenly forgotten.

"What do you think?" He doesn't wait for an answer, but quickly takes Nicodemo's hand to guide him about for the tour. "Let me show you the rest!"