#faeforton

Rowan Feldivere stood on the shoreline, fishing pole in hand. Bobber sitting out in the water. He radiated a faint sense of frustration as somewhere off in the water his drake was probably stealing his catches. Rowan grumbled to himself scratching at the branches on his head. A few were broken and scabbed over but healing. In the distance the drake's head surfaced from the water and then vanished again. “Oi,” Rowan shouted from where he stood. "Could you knock it off for just a second!" But it was too late, the lizard was gone again, bubbles breaking the surface.

Faeforton shouldn't have been out of the Grove - not now that he was feeling so... delicate, so to say - but the oppressive swirl of other Sylvari's emotions had grown too heavy for him, and here he was, immeasurably more cheerful in the silence of the Soundless village. Emotional silence at least; there was a shout from up ahead that drew his attention, and Fae craned his neck to try and see down the path, just in time to watch the drake disappear beneath the surface. He came up beside the other Sylvari with a grin on his face.

Rowan's attention was not drawn by the emotions the other radiated but rather by his footsteps. He lifted his head for a moment to look up... no wait down. At the other. This was new. "Are you lost?"

Faeforton shook his head, ferns bouncing. "Not at all. I visit here often," he said Unusually, he didn't have to look far up to meet the other's eyes; other than his sister, he was used to being dwarfed. "Is that your drake?"

Rowan just nodded and frowned as she surfaced for a moment, just her nose above the water. "Yes that petulant little beast is mine," He grumbles to himself with a heavy sigh. "Having an absolutely fantastic time with MY catch." He just huffs and lets his shoulders sag and grip on the rod go slack.

Fae laughed, not unkindly. "A friend of mine has a murellow - he's awful. She’ll tell you she has him under control, but then he makes eyes at her and gets whatever he wants. Do you mind?" Already, he was unslinging the pack over his chest, but he looked up at the other for permission before sitting. “I’m Faeforton, by the way.”

Rowan shakes his head. "No not at all." He says as he watches him take a seat. "Oxanna is hardly so spoiled. But I am not about to wrestle a meal from a hungry drake." He says with a nervous laugh. He paused for a moment and then offered his hand to shake. "I am Rowan Feldivere." He says simply.

Fae took the hand for an awkward shake now that he was seating in the sand at Rowan's feet. "Pleased to meet you. Do you live here?" Propping his head in his hand, he alternated between watching the drake cavorting in the cool water and looking up at Rowan.

Rowan shakes his head. "No... I simply come here when I’ve nothing to do. Its peaceful." He says as he sits down as well. It felt awkward to be talking down like that.

Fae nodded in agreement. "It is... that's why I'm here. I don't understand how anyone can enjoy living in the Grove," he said, muffled by his own hand. "I’d rather live anywhere else."

Rowan lifted his eyebrows for a moment and then heaved a sigh. "I have not been able to live there for some time now. Not since the dragon made its presence known. The despair... and fear... it is too overwhelming even though it isn’t always prevalent.”

Fae poked a finger through a hole in the hem of his skirt, idy pulling at the fabric. “The Dragon is why I'm there at all," he said morosely. "Did you live there before?"

Rowan shakes his head. "No. I honestly prefer the Shiverpeaks and Hoelbrak to the Grove. Again... as I said it is a bit overwhelming." He shrugs a bit, "I had a friend try and force me to stay in the Grove not long ago. I couldn't stand it. She meant well though."

Fae says. "My friend is keeping me there. She only wants to protect me, and… I know I should stay. I know it’s the safest place." He sighs heavily. “Overwhelming is the word for it."

Rowan frowns as he glances to Fae, "It seems you're in a similar position then. If it’s overwhelming. Go some place else? Stay in this area? That's what I ended up compromising with.” He shrugs.

Faeforton shakes his head. "I... can't. Not really." He sighs, pushes his ferns back over his shoulders, and straightens with a sudden grin. "Ha, I apologize - this isn't what came here for. Is your drake alright? She's been down there a while.”

Rowan laughs dryly, "Oh Oxanna is fine. She is probably waiting for me to recast." He says as he starts to pull in the line. "That is unfortunate though."

Fae shrugs one shoulder, resigned. "It is what it is... Haha, she's waiting on you to do the actual work is she?” Leaning back, he snags his bag and drags it closer to him in order to flip it open.

Rowan nods as he pulls the line in and checks the hook. Yep the bait was gone. He fished in his pockets and hooks some dubious looking goop on the end before tossing the line as far as he could into the shallows. "That seems to be her way. But she earns her keep so I’m hardly in any position to protest." He says as the Drake's head pops back up. Her eyes happy before the swims off.

Fae grins as he watches the display. "Well, here - you can share my food,” he says, digging through the pack now to find a small, carefully-wrapped package. "Nothing fancy, just dumplings, but my friend is a very good cock." He unwraps the package and balances it on his knee.

Rowan looks over wide eyed, "Um... really?" He asks looking incredibly surprised. "... thank you." He says with a warm smile before he takes one of the dumplings. He takes a bite and gives a little shudder of delight. "By the tree it's been so long since love had a decent meal that wasn't roasted meat on a stick."

Fae laughs. "If you visit the Grove, feel free to drop in. We're all three of us crammed into one room in the Terrace, but my friend would be delighted to cook for you." He shoves a dumpling into his mouth and dusts the crumbs off onto the sand, speaking around the food in his mouth. "We always have leftovers."

Rowan laughs a little, "Thank you but I don't know that I will anytime soon unfortuantely. But the offer is appreciated!”

Fae nudges his knee closer to Rowan. "Take these, at least. We're always foisting the leftovers on the neighbors as it is."

Rowan smiles and takes them. "Thank you very much! This will definitely save me a few silver. And upset stomachs as well..."

Fae nods, grinning around his mouthful. "And you've saved the neighbors. They must be fed up with us by now, to be honest. Your drake may not be too happy about it, though."

Rowan shakes his head. "Hah! She'll get over it. Or shove me into a hole somewhere." He says with a shrug. as he takes another bite. Oxanna could be seen surfacing from time to time in excitement.

Fae chuckles as he watches the drake. "Well, I hope she doesn't - she seems like she can fend for herself, even if she doesn't like to." With a sigh, he pushes himself to his feet. "I should be returning, though, or my friend will worry. Thank you for letting me interrupt you!"

Ollery Lightshield waves.

Faeforton waves back to Ollery, much less enthusiastically. He's looking drawn as he jogs up the slope towards her.

Ollery pats Fae on the shoulder when he finally reached her, "About time you got here. You know it’s been forever since we last met? You know that I can’t try visiting your home again until develop some serious overload countermeasures for this bad boy."

Faeforton sways with the hand on his shoulder. "Sorry -- I haven't been feeling my best. Raum has been very..." Sighing, Fae rakes a hand through his fronds. The fight had put Raum off balance; his calm, soothing mother made him anxious to be around for the first time since he'd met her. "...On edge. I haven't wanted to upset her."

Ollery bit her tongue, but a giggle slipped out anyways. "I'm not surprised, you saw how I looked afterwards. That daisy doesn't play nice when she’s angry."

Faeforton shoots Ollery a glance . "You shouldn't have pricked at her like that, you know. She means well. What did you want? I should be back in the Grove."

Ollery frowned at Fae. He wasn't at all happy to see her. "I just wanted to see you is all. If that’s such a bad thing, then maybe you'd better on home before mommy catches you. I'm sure she'll let you see me again soon enough, anyhow. Maybe after all six dragons have fallen and the nightmare court is slain, and the bandit alliances crushed, and the centaurs driven back?" She put up a finger, "Oh, and the inquest disbanded, too. Maybe then, Fae.”

Fae visibly bristles at the jab; he crosses his arms over his chest, his shoulders hunched. "Don't /you/ start in on me too, just because I'm not doing what you want. This isn't anything to do with her. If what she fears is true, maybe I'd better stay in the Grove. Even if it’s a bother."

Ollery sighed, "Yeah yeah, I know, but don't blame me for feeling put off by barely seeing you after facing the nastiest set of thorns since my time doing relief work in Kessex, not to mention the cost of repairs. In case you're wondering, it’s about as much as three designer hats. From Divinity's Reach." Ollery tapped her hip, "Not very cheар."

Fae says, "If you hadn't needled her like a thistle in her britches, she might not have attacked you and you could have bought those hats instead. She wouldn’t tell me about it but Strezza did - she's trying to protect me from... from that. From..." Fae waves a hand anxiously.

Ollery shook her head, "No matter how nervous you look, I think you must be strong. Lock out at that strange lobster obscured, beautiful view. Faeforton. That is a world worth fighting for, and unless you fight for yourself, you'll lose it someday, whether because you can never see it from the Grove, or if it's destroyed, or even if your senses are no longer your own."

She continued, "I'm worried you know, Fae. You're scared, and if you let the fear beat you, sooner or later, that's how we fall."

Fae follows Ollery’s gaze out to the unusually-designed docks, but his eyes quickly drop to his feet. "Ollery. Even... Even before we left Divinity's Reach, I was... hearing things. Faintly, just faintly," he says, bringing his hands up. "But it's so much stronger now, even in the Grove - o-outside of the Grove, sometimes I… see things. I /am/ scared. I - I'm not sure should be one of the ones fighting."

Ollery could tell things were more serious than she had anticipated, but it did not shake her belief. Fae was being softened up, he was using a crutch by staying in the Grove, a crutch that had already come so dangerously close to breaking. She was positive that Fae would have to find a way to stand on his own, or fall when mother tree finally lost her strength. "Borrowed power does not last a lifetime, Fae, and speaking from the heart, I hope to see you live to the proper end of yours, the one you chose. Are you sure there isn't some sort of compromise that can be reached, some middle ground between being sheltered and trying my path?"

Fae shakes his head. "I don't know," he says sadly, voice small and quiet. “Other Sylvari are so loud - I've tried to block them out, but it's so hard, and I can never have quiet for long. This is worse, so much worse. I'd rather stay in the Grove than hear it! Don't you hear it at all?” If she heard it too, maybe, maybe he could find the strength. Raum didn't seem to; if Kepfi did, she showed no sign of it. Lifting his eyes from his boots, Fae searched Ollery's face.

Ollery smiled meekly. "My mind buzzes with different things, little Faeforton. It’s all blueprints and formulas and physics. It always did, in one way or another, picking patterns from the world that most others overlook. Excluding Asura, that is. That almost burdensome sense for the patterns in things is what led me to my path." Ollery clapped her hands together, "You know, how about you let me study you? Maybe I can come up with something. My specialty is in shields, maybe, just maybe, I can help dampen the noise?"

Fae let his eyes drop back to the view below them. So it was just him, then - of all the Sylvari he knew, he was the only one weak enough to hear the Dragon's call even when he was in Mother's arms. "Sure," he said weakly. "I can't see that it would hurt to try. Could... Could we do it in the Grove, though. Just in case?"

Ollery smiled, "Of course Fae. I can't promise I'll succeed, this is entirely new territory for me. But you have to promise me one thing."

Fae dragged his eyes back to the sylvari next to him. "What?"

Ollery's eyes seemed to glint from behind her shades, "If I do manage to dampen the noises, you must promise to come with me beyond our home. The mind is nurtured by action and reflection, not by idling and pity. If I can help you, you must promise to set me continue helping you, but in my way."

Fae laughs weakly. "Ollery, I’ve already been out of the Grove with you. What sort of promise is that?"

Ollery clocked him on the head, "Just promise."

Fae grins, his head bowed under her hand. "I promise."

Vym ran his hands up along Fae’s tense, trembling thighs, admiring the view above him - the thin little sylvari, spread open on his cock, cheeks flushed and glow bright, his own hardness rising between his thighs. His breath came in quick pants. A roll of Vym’s hips drew a moan out of Fae, the pressure making his legs quiver along Vym’s thighs. Fae pressed a hand to his own stomach, and Vym grinned. Something had occurred to him recently - an interesting idea, born of observation of his little lover, and the thought of investigating further was… intriguing. Fae seemed overly sensitive to certain aspects of charr lovemaking.

With a grin, Vym thrust up into Fae, jolting the small sylvari on his lap. Groaning, Fae’s fingers pressed flat to his belly.

“Feel that?” Vym rumbled, gripping Fae’s hips and pulling him down hard on his cock. Fae gasped; his toes curled against Vym’s thighs. “That dick deep inside you? That’s gonna pump you full of cum. I’m gonna fuck a cub into you tonight.”

Fae tightened around him, a blush darkening his cheeks even further - his eyes snapped open to shoot Vym a startled look, and the charr couldn’t help but grin, resettling his grip and beginning to thrust up into Fae with quick, rolling snaps of his hip that kept him settled deep in the sylvari’s body. Fae’s hands found their way to Vym’s wrists as he gasped.

“Vym, wh - a-ahh!”

“You like that idea? You want me to knock you up?” Vym’s grin widened at Fae’s answering moan, helpless and heated, his fingers clutching at Vym’s wrists. “Vur and I are gonna work you over next heat, keep you so full you’ll be dripping - pass you back and forth until you’re swollen with our cubs - ”

Fae came with a sharp gasp, tightening around Vym’s cock and cutting the charr’s words off in a rumbled groan. His fingers dug into Vym’s forearms and he ground down on his lap, biting his lip as he came. Vym huffed out a laugh and thrust up into Fae, hard, bouncing him on his lap until the charr filled him with a hiss - Fae moaned as Vym pulsed inside of him.

“Yeah,” Vym sighed happily, lifting Fae and sliding out of him. He pushed two fingers in and spread them in search of the come he’d left inside. Fae shivered. “You like that idea? You’re strange, little one.”

Fae woke with a sleepy murmur as a cold, damp nose pushed against the sensitive hollow behind his ear. A warm tongue rasped along his neck, making him grumble and swat at Vurdit’s snout. The charr chuckled and squeezed the lithe little man tight, his hardness pressing insistently against the back of Fae’s thighs.

“Really? Now?”Fae rumbled even as he closed his legs and rocked against Vurdit’s erection. “You said you were tired!”

“And now I’m rested,” Vurdit rumbled in his ear, the vibrations carrying into Fae’s chest. His large hand trailed down the sylvari’s stomach, claws tickling his side, to stroke his dick teasingly. Fae responded enthusiastically, his dick hardening in Vurdit’s hand and his back arching; he hooked one foot behind Vurdit’s knee and rocked between his hand and his hips.

“Now I’m tired,” Fae said, but any complaint in his words was eased by the breathless tone of his voice. Vurdit pulled him back against his hips and rolled up against him, his dick hard against the curve of Fae’s ass. “Mmm… Vur, not to kill the mood, but…”

Vurdit rumbled and bit down on Fae’s shoulder, licking the marks as he drew his hand away from the sylvari’s thoroughly roused dick. “No interest in being fucked tonight?”

“It’s not that…” Fae tilted his head to kiss Vurdit’s nose. He twined his fingers with the charr’s and longingly rocked back against his dick again, still insistent against the back of his thighs. “I wish you could fuck me. It’s just… you’re so big. Don’t laugh at me!”

Unable to help the chuckles shaking his chest, Vurdit crushed Fae’s little body in a tight hug. Fae squeaked in protest. “I understand. Hmm… how about…”

With gentle hands, Vurdit rolled them both over so that he was leaning over the small sylvari, a hand braced under Fae’s arm. He settled Fae’s legs on either side of his hips, pulled them flush together, and thrust down against him. Vurdit’s weight pressed Fae into the mattress, pinning him as Vurdit’s dick slid hot and slick against his own. Fae moaned; his hands came up to clutch at Vurdit’s broad back as the charr thrust again.

“Vur… ooooh…” Fae’s moaned breaths came in short, fast gasps in time with Vur’s own. He let Vurdit set the pace and simply hung on, his knees pressed tightly to Vur’s ribs, clinging to him as the charr fucked him into the furs piled on the bed.

Before long, Fae was coming - his head fell back against the pillows with a sweet, high cry, and he pushed his hips up against Vur’s stomach. Vurdit chuckled again, but it trailed off into a rumbling groan as Fae worked an arm between them and cupped his hand over Vurdit’s dick; gripping Fae’s hips, the charr thrust hard into the tunnel between Fae’s palm and stomach until his pace faltered and he came with a drawn-out huff and a splatter of come up Fae’s chest.

Fae gave Vurdit’s softening dick a few lazy strokes, enjoying the noise he made in response, then wiped his slick hand on his own stomach. “Did you know,” he said, warm and sleepy with the afterglow, “that you’re wonderful? But you’re cleaning this up.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Vurdit lifted the sylvari with ease and swiped his tongue from belly button to neck. Fae shrieked, his hands grabbing at Vurdit’s disheveled mane. Another languorous lick, and he bit back a moan; giving his handfuls of hair a tug, he frowned at the charr.

“Gross!”

Vurdit, still grinning, lapped at his dick again, but he laid the sylvari back down on the bed and curled up around his skinny frame. Fae’s arms went around his neck, his head tucked up under Vur’s chin. “Mmm.. thank you,” Vurdit whispered into Fae’s hair.

Vymor hastily shut the door behind him as he entered the shabby apartment, cursing how crowded the canton was today. He furrowed his brow, scenting something strange in the room. He flicked an ear then peered into the dim room, calling out to his brother. "Vurdit?"

Faeforton poked his head out into the main room without getting up from where he's sitting on the balcony. "He's out," he called back, squinting into the dark room. He couldn't quite place the voice... "He said he'd be back in a few hours."

Vymor jerks his head towards the voice, his eyes adjusting to the room. He let out a quiet scoff, recognizing the weed. He placed a rolled-up piece of parchment on the table, seeing no other available spaces. He approaches the tiny balcony, it looked large enough to only hold one person at a time. He hung back in the doorway, towering over the sylvari. "I'm surprised that you're still around."

Faeforton looks up at the charr standing over him; he's sitting with his legs dangling out over the ground far below, since the railing is roughly eye level on him standing up. He frowns, brow furrowing. "Why?" He asks, bluntly. "Thought you'd scare me off him? You're not that impressive." With that, he looks back out over the balcony's edge.

Vymor chuckles. "I was sure you'd be tired of him by now. Sylvari are all so curious. Moving from one thing to the next." He pauses in consideration, leaning against the doorway. "In a way I'm almost glad you haven't let. Almost." He grins.

Faeforton looks back up at him, but doesn't say anything right away; he eyes the charr above him. "That's racial profiling," he says without any real irritation in his voice, and gets to his feet, dusting himself off. "Are you saying you'd miss me? Let me in." He makes a shooing motion at the charr.

Vymor lets out an annoyed huff. "I'd very briefly miss you." He growls and backs out of the doorway to let the Sylvari inside, swishing his tail at him. He crosses his arms. "Is this about money? Would you leave if I paid you? Or perhaps he pays you for certain services." He leers at the innocent-looking Sylvari, trying to puzzle him out.

Faeforton scowls at him as he ducks by. "Why do you do that? I know you're just trying to annoy me," he says. "Or is it really that hard for you to believe that I like your brother?" He heads to the sink and gets a drink, using his cupped hands rather than bothering with a glass. "Plus, I mean... OBviously I'm not in this for the money." He gestures around.

Vymor scowls back. "Well then, Vurdit and I aren't so different. Why don't you like me as well?" He challenges, plopping down on the couch without averting his stare from Fae.

Faeforton dries his hands, then leans back against the sink and quirks a brow at Vym. "You look like him, but you don't act anything like him. At all." He crosses his arms and studies the charr, brow furrowed. "Do you even care if I don't like you?"

Vymor waves a hand and huffs. "I wouldn't care so much if I knew why you didn't like me. I've only offered you my protection and a place to stay. Are all Sylvari so rude? Vurdit should have stuck to charr." He grumbles, picking at the couch with his claws.

Faeforton makes an incredulous noise, pushing off the sink to cross over and stand in front of Vym. He plants his hands on his hips. "And coached it like I need taking care of! I don't," he says. "You're rude and condescending. I don't... dislike you, you just haven't give me a reason to /like/ you."

Vymor leans forward and grabs the strap of Faeforton's chestguard, pulling the salad even closer. "I disagree, Little one. I could rip your throat out right now." He growls close to Fae's ear. He releases Fae and drops back against the couch. "I'm sure I have plenty of likable qualities. You just haven't noticed them yet." He retorts.

Faeforton pales, but he slaps at Vym's wrist before the charr releases him. "Let /go!/ If you want me to like you, maybe you should try something other than intimidating me!" He moves away from the couch, out of Vym's reach, and scowls back at him. "What do you even want from me? I mean, are you done here?"

Vymor frowns and makes no move to follow Fae. "Sorry, maybe that wasn't the right way to make my point." He grumbles and stands up, stretching. "I'm done here. Tell Vurdit I stopped by." He barely gives Fae a second look as he passes him to the door.

Faeforton calls after him, "Fine! Jeez." He grumbles and climbs onto the couch to take the spot that Vym vacated. "Vur being standoffish and weird, his brother being a jerk... Charr." He folds his arms and settles back in the corner of the couch.

Vymor pauses outside the doorway before peeking back in. "Weird how? And I'm not a jerk, you weed." He crosses his arms and scowls at the blue Sylvari. His interest was piqued though.

Faeforton stares at him. "You grabbed me and told me you could rip my throat out. You're a jerk." With a sigh, though, he looks away and kicks at the furs. "He didn't want me to touch him, even though he seemed like he was..." He blushes a bit, but waves a hand. "Interested."

Vymor chuckles. "I could but I'm not fond of eating vegetables." He teases. The counter lets out a groan as he leans against it. "Hm... Interested but not interested, huh?" He raises a brow as he comes to a conclusion. "I suppose that would explain why he was late for our meeting. You should be honored that he cares so much for you. Judging from your size, you wouldn't last more than a day with a Charr of Vurdit's size." He tsks, more than slightly amused.

Faeforton huffs, ensconced in the furs on the couch. "Except, I'm sure you've figured this out, I've survived. Repeatedly." He's blushing as he speaks. "I don't understand why this once he decides to 'spare' me. I wouldn't have minded..." Scowling, he pushes the furs around with his heels.

Vymor, although amused, feels sympathetic towards the obviously confused Sylvari. "I'm afraid we're not on the same page, Little one. I'm talking about a Charr's heat. It's very different than regular lovemaking. It's a blind lust, you fuck to breed. Pleasure is just a bonus. I'm sure that someone of your stature would be overwhelmed by four straight days of being 'bred'." He grins.

Faeforton doesn't reply at first; he blushes deeply, his cheeks darkening rapidly as his glow brightens in the dim room. He fidgets on the couch. "...Vur didn't tell me about that. I didn't know that charr went into heat." He pulls at the furs, still blushing furiously. "Why doesn't he ever tell me anything! I would have understood. And I'm... I'm not as delicate as you think I am."

Vymor enjoys watching Fae blush and fidget on the furs. If he was in his head there would be nothing stopping him from pouncing on the Sylvari. "He probably didn't want to scare you away." He scoffs. He eyes the Sylvari, "No, I don't believe you are delicate. But there's no way to tell how you'd fare."

Faeforton drops his elbows on the table without saying hello and props his chin in his hand. He fixes Vurdit with a sharp look, a frown pulling his lips down. "I met someone interesting today while running around looking for you! He looks exactly like you, except his horns aren't shaved down, and he's an incredible jerk. I don't recall you ever saying you had a twin."

Vurdit jerked his head up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He shot Fae a confused look, swiveling his large head, realizing he had fallen asleep at the table. He hadn't been expecting his Sylvari lover, in fact he was hoping he'd have a couple of days before seeing him again. Vurdit ducked his head in embarrassment as Fae described who he had run into. "I was going to tell you about him eventually... It just never came up." He explained with a tired growl.

Faeforton examines Vur's face for a few moments before dropping his hand and tilting his head; his ferns, disheveled from his sprint all over the Citadel, trail over his shoulder as he moves. With how important his family was to him, he couldn't imagine Vurdit not knowing about Kepfi or Raum. Although... "I never did ask, did I... I assumed charr didn't have family. Not like humans or norn." He sighs. He's still frowning, but he seems less annoyed. "Vymor said you were supposed to meet him today, but you were late. Are you okay?"

Vurdit guiltily looks at his empty mug on the table. Anywhere but the face of the agitated and disheveled-looking Sylvari. He wasn't exactly sure why he still kept in touch with Vym. He twitches his ears and looks up as Fae changes the subject. "I'm fine, just tired. I was ...nevermind. I was just held up. I was supposed to meet with him before he left for active duty." Vurdit shrugs, still reluctant to tell the whole truth.

Faeforton picks up on the hesitation, a little crease forming between his brows. Pushing off the table, he comes around closer to Vurdit's chair, reaching out to tug gently on one of his claws. "Well, he's off now. He sounded annoyed about it. But then, he seemed annoyed in general," he mutters as he crosses his arms over his chest. "He wouldn't stop hitting me with his tail. Are you sure you're okay?" He leans forward and looks up at Vur.

Vurdit watches with rising apprehension as Fae walks over to him. He lets a huff of air out his nose, trying to seem more annoyed than nervous. "I told you I am fine. The only thing bothering me is this cheap ale." He frowns, rolling his shoulder before he settles back against the chair and away from the all-too-close Fae.

Faeforton sighs. "Alright, if you say so... you seem as grumpy as your brother tonight." He hops up onto the edge of the chair, one leg dangling down but not quite touching the floor, and leans back against Vur's side. Clearly he's already forgiven Vurdit for not telling him about Vym. "I brought leftovers from home," he says, grinning up at the charr. "And a bottle of the gin Raum bought me. They're at your place."

Vurdit lets out a grunt of surprise and stiffens slightly as Fae leans against him. The scent of pine sap and ginger makes his nose flare and he leans into the small sylvari, brushing his snout against his cheek in affection. He registers that Fae is speaking to him but his mind struggles to fight off his rising arousal. He pulls away sharply and moves off the seat. He sucks in a breath with a low growl. Realizing that he hadn't spoken a word, he quickly gathers his bag off the ground. "...We should probably go back to my place."

Faeforton nearly falls over as Vur pulls away from him without warning. He has a moment of whiplash - one moment, Vur is nuzzling him affectionately, the next pulling away with a grumble. Bracing himself on the seat, he looks up at Vur, confused. "If you want. I can go home if you prefer," he says, his reluctance to return to the Grove clear in his voice.

Vurdit shakes his head with a frustrated growl. "No no, I want nothing more than for you to stay. I just can't be too close to you right now. It's... it's complicated." He looks at Fae guiltily, tail lashing in annoyance. "Even the way you smell makes me -" He stops mid-sentence and lets out a snarl.

Faeforton blinks, then grins widely as what Vur means dawns on him, a faint blush darkening his cheeks and his glow brightening. "Is that all? Let's go, then," he says, and pushes himself off the chair. Without thinking he goes to hug Vur, but catches himself and folds his hands behind his back. He chuckles. "Is this why you're so tired? You've been thinking about me?"

Vurdit frowns, sensing that Fae had come to the wrong conclusion. He wouldn't correct the young Sylvari. The last thing he wanted was to spill the truth and send Fae running. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of throwing the blue sylvari on the table and finding out exactly how much endurance he had. "I'm tired for similar reasons. But, thank you, for understanding." He grumbles in amusement.

Faeforton laughs, reaching out to pat Vurdit's arm as he squeezes past him towards the door. "I was joking. I'd be worried about you if you couldn't stop thinking about me long enough to get some sleep." A bemused frown creases his forehead, and he stops to turn and look back at Vur. "'Similar reasons' - did someone catch your eye? Is that why you were out when I came to see you?"

Vurdit opens his mouth to reply before closing it with an audible 'click'. He's not fast enough to hide the embarrassment that flashes across his face. "Ah, well that is... you see." He rumbles before trailing off. "It was nothing serious. If I had known you were coming I wouldn't have stayed so long."

Faeforton shakes his head, still grinning, and steps up to Vur to give him a hug. His arms linger around Vur's waist before pulling away. "I don't mind. I was just worried because I couldn't find you. Don't let your brother know, though, he doesn't seem like the sort to be amused by being blown off for a fling," he says, grabbing Vur's hand and tugging him towards the door. "Not someone you're going to see again, then?"

Vurdit is prepared this time and doesn't stiffen when he is hugged. He briefly trails his hand down Fae's back in a reassuring gesture. "He isn't amused by much," he agrees, allowing Fae to tug him along. "And no, I don't think I'll be seeing them again." He snorts, his eyes lingering on Fae's backside.

Faeforton mutters something unkind about Vym under his breath, but twines his fingers with Vur's, the better to lead him along towards the ramp down to the ground floor. "Good," he says, giving Vur's hand a squeeze, "because I'd like to have you to myself tonight. Leftovers, and then..." He grins back at Vur over his shoulder.

Vurdit looks up in surprise. "Tonight? I've missed you too. But don't you want to talk about... stuff first? We haven't seen each other in so long." He grumbles weakly in protest. "Or... I could just watch." He lewdly suggests.

Faeforton, as thoughtless and reckless as he is, is not insensitive; the mixed messages Vur's giving him tonight have him confused. "We don't have to have sex. We can just talk," he says carefully after a moment of silence, glancing back up at Vurdit. "I wanted to see you, that's all." He gives Vur's hand another squeeze.

Vurdit softens as Fae's small hand squeezes his. "I'm glad you're here," he murmurs fondly. He gives a small smile, showing off his fangs and sharp teeth. "Let's not let the leftovers go to waste, hm? It's the only thing I look forward to in this place. Besides you of course." He teases, smacking Fae softly with his tail.

Faeforton jumps as Vur lashes him, but he laughs and returns Vur's smile. "See, it's much less annoying when /you/ do it." He bumps his elbow against Vur's arm, still smiling, his glow soft but visible. "I'm glad to see you too. Let's get to your place," he says, just as fond.

raum: and then they went and ate food and Fae put his feet in Vur's lap but didn't cuddle up to him

Faeforton paused at the top of the ramp to catch his breath. The Black Citadel was charr-sized, and while the giant ramps were easier than giant stairs, racing around still left him winded. Getting anywhere took forever - the only time he missed the Grove was when he was visiting the Citadel. He straightened up after a moment and pushed his braids back. No Vur in the market, no Vur at the bank, and no Vur at the bar... but there was a sandy fluff of mane peeking over the back of a chair that looked familiar. "Vur?" He called out, jogging over to the table.

Vymor sunk in his chair as he heaved a sigh. He'd been waiting an hour now for his brother and was ready to give up. It was unlike him to be late, but a lot had changed since his twin had become a gladium. As well as becoming involved with a... Sylvari. His ears twitched at the sound of pounding footsteps coming up the ramp. A voice called out, making him turn his head. He stared at the empty air, swearing he had heard someon- 'oh'. He glanced down at the small blue Sylvari, finally taking notice of him.

Faeforton huffed in disappointment as he came around the side of the chair - definitely not Vur, though the charr did look uncannily like his favorite gladium. "Sorry," he said once the charr figured out how short the person he was speaking to was. "I thought you were someone else... You haven't seen a charr that looks a lot like you, have you?" Fae made a little swooping gesture by the sides of his head. "Capped horns, though."

Vymor gave the Sylvari a once-over as he babbled on. It didn't take him long to figure out who he was looking at. He openly scowled, "I suppose you're looking for my brother. I'm surprised he picked such a ...petite lover." Vymor gave the blue salad an incredulous look.

Faeforton leaned back and stared at the charr, his eyes scanning over him. Same mane, eerily similar faces... if it weren't for the horns, Fae could have mistaken him even from the front. "Vur never said anything about a brother," he said with only a trace of sulk, his eyes fixed on the charr's face. "I'm small, yes, I've been told - have you seen Vurdit?"

Vymor rests his head on his hand. "He's a gladium and a guardian with a Sylvari lover, yet the one thing he's shy about sharing is his own twin. Should I be concerned or flattered? Anyway, he was supposed to meet me here about an hour ago."

Faeforton, grumbling, leaned against the chair and crossed his arms. "I've been all over the Citadel in the past hour and I haven't found him. He's not at home. Not even a note," he said, the sulk obvious now. He glanced up at the charr again. "Didn't even tell me... what's so bad about being a gladium? Vur won't talk about it. Oh... I'm Faeforton. Although I suppose you might know that already..."

Vymor rolls his yellow eyes. "You shouldn't be running around the Citadel by yourself, much less the gladium canton. All you need to know is that gladiums are bad company." He snorts, standing up suddenly. He smacks the sylvari with his tail.

Faeforton staggers back, swatting the charr's tail down and out of his face. "I get enough lecturing without the help of strangers, thanks all the same. I can take care of myself," he snaps. "All he did was leave his warband! That alone makes him 'bad company'?"

Vymor peers down at the feisty Sylvari. "Those who abandon their warband are branded as gladiums. That's how it's always been, and how it will always be. I can't say I'm not disappointed in his choice. But, the least you can do is prove that his decision wasn't a stupid one." He exhales a gust of hot air through his nose as he leans over the Sylvari. "If you plan to stay in the Citadel longer, you should consider staying with me. Vurdit obviously isn't around to watch you." He grumbles, suddenly switching tunes.

Faeforton can't deny that the charr looming over him is intimidating; he takes a step back and cranes his head back to look up at him. "You're hitting on me and I don't even know your name," he says, folding his arms over his thin little chest, one brow raised. Not that the charr isn't attractive -- Fae gives him another look over, now that he's standing -- but... "I don't need watching over, not by Vur and definitely not by you."

Vymor narrows his eyes and shakes his large head in disgust, his mane swishing with the motion. "You're almost as stubborn as a dolyak refusing to go down stairs. My name is Vymor. If you end up in the stockades, remember to send for me." He offers non-helpfully as he walks past the Sylvari, purposefully thwacking him with his tail.

Faeforton makes an irritated noise and grabs Vymor's tail, giving it a solid yank. "Stop that! Sylvari walk around the Citadel every day. There are two living right next door to Vur!" He hasn't let go of his tail yet - he's not pulling anymore, just preventing Vymor from hitting him again. "Help me look for Vur, then, if you're so concerned."

Vymor makes a noise somewhere between a surprised growl and a snarl as his tail is yanked, making him stop dead in his tracks. He swivels his head and bares his teeth at the Sylvari. "You're bold for someone so small. But, I will help you find Vurdit if it means I won't have to worry about you terrorizing anyone." He snaps huffily.

Faeforton sidles up to the bar, looking guilty; the sight of Sam behind the bar perks him up, though, and he looks the human over. "You're new. Is Marek not around today?" He cranes his neck to try and peer back into the kitchen, but gives up quickly and gives Sam a smile. "Could I just have some juniberry gin, please?"

Sam looks up from the bar and grins brightly. "Hi! Uhm, I think he's home today, actually." He reaches down under the bar and shifts around for a bottle afore coming up with one and plopping it on the counter. "So... what brings a sylv to Divinity's Reach?"

Faeforton drops a few coins on the counter and pushes them towards the human before taking the bottle and popping it open. He takes a sip and sighs, shoulders relaxing. "I live here. Lived here? We're living in the Grove for now," he says, "but I'd rather be here. It's quieter." He hooks a stool with a foot and drags it over so he can sit down at the bar.

Sam shrugs and sips at the drink he had previously poured for himself. "It is a nice place, isn't it?"

Faeforton nods, taking another swig of his own drink. He props his chin in his hand. "Very. I'm Faeforton - I really hope Marek hasn't mentioned me. They let you drink on the job here?" He grins.

Sam raises his glass to Fae and grins. "I think he's mentioned you once. He's rather fond of yah. And eh, they usually don't, but it's a slow day and the bossman likes me." He shrugs.

Faeforton laughs and wraps his hands around his bottle. "That's one reason to get in good with your boss, I guess. How long have you worked here now? I'd know, except I'm not here as much now..."

Sam shrugs. "A couple months, I s'pose." He twirls his glass around on the bar gently.

Faeforton sits back on his stool with a frown, his brow creased as he scans his memory. "Huh... you'd think I'd have seen you before now, then. Is this your normal shift, or are you just covering for Marek?"

Sam looks back up at Fae from his glass. "I usually work later at night. I'm just covering for a while. I think Marek said he was on sick leave or something like that." He shrugs.

Faeforton nods. "Makes sense. I have someone who gets very worried if I'm not home at night, so I usually sneak over here in the afternoons while she's away. I hope Marek's alright..." His gaze drifts down to the bottle in his hands for a moment before looking back up at the human. "Have you lived in Divinity's Reach long?"

Sam nods his head a few times. "For the past many years, I've been living here. What about yourself?"

Faeforton shrugs. "I'm only two years old. I've spent the past year in Divinity's Reach, though, so long enough to call it home. I miss it. Obviously," he says, and laughs, gesturing at himself with his bottle.

Sam nods his head a few times. "So you've literally lived here half your short life."

Faeforton says, "I have. How old are you?"

Sam shrugs his shoulders, which he seems to do often. "Twenty somethin'." He sips at his drink.

Faeforton looks at him askance. "Humans aren't usually so uncertain of their age."

Sam grins brightly. "I don't really care about age. It's a number and as it gets higher it means I get older, so why keep track?"

Faeforton taps a contemplative sip of his drink. "I think getting older is interesting. I've heard that even Sylvari change as they get older - I'm looking forward to it. Maybe I'll get taller!" He grins impishly.

Sam perks a brow. "Yeeeaaa... because being tall is great."

Faeforton gives the human a deadpan look. "My friend used to put my hammer up on a shelf she knew I couldn't get to when she felt I wasn't being... responsible, we'll say. Being tall has its benefits."

Sam blinks a few times. "Until you smash your head into a bunch of short things."

Faeforton laughs. "So duck! Easier than dragging out the ladder every time you need to get something out of the cupboards."

Sam shrugs and pounds the rest of his drink. "This is true. You aren't that short, though."

Faeforton makes an unconvinced noise. "I'm pretty short. The only people I've met who are shorter than me are Asura, and I've even met some Asura who make me feel like a normal height. I guess you are pretty tall for a human," he adds, looking Sam over.

Cynthia Foster tapped the bar, "A shot of ooze booze, indigo if you have it."

Sam opens his mouth to respond to Fae afore turning to Cynthia. "...What... the heck is ooze booze? That doesn't sound good for you. At all."

Cynthia Foster's lips tighten into a little frown, "Really now? I'd heard rumors you carried it, but that must have been a mistake. Sorry, nectar then!"

Sam slinks down behind the bar and pulls up a bottle of nectar and a mug. He sets them both on the bar and fills the mug with the sweet liquid afore sliding it to Cynthia Foster and putting the bottle back.

Cynthia Foster slides him some coin. "Thanks. But, a tip, if you do carry some ooze booze next time I'm in here, there will be tips." Cynthia Foster winks at the bartender, then got to sipping her drink.

Faeforton watches the exchange with interest before addressing the new Sylvari. "I've heard of ooze booze. Why are you looking for that stuff? Didn't it attack someone outside of Rata Sum?"

Sam takes the coins and puts them in a case under the bar.

Cynthia Foster turns to Fae just as she finishes her nectar. "Well yes, it did, and there was also a recent incident in Lion's Arch. But lately I've noticed actual brands and labels on the bottles, someone appears to be making a standard recipe they're confident enough to put their name to. That said, with safety and taste both improving, I couldn't resist getting hooked!"

Faeforton laughs a little. "Good luck with it. I'll wait until I'm sure it won't try and jump back out of my stomach..."

Sam: "Eww."

Cynthia Foster sighs. "Oh well, if this bartender ever takes it onto the shelves, I'll treat you."

Faeforton raises his bottle. "Thanks, but gin is enough for me. What brings you here - just the ooze booze?"

Sam grins slightly. "Sorry. I've never heard of ooze booze."

Cynthia Foster laughs. "Honestly that's exactly right! I heard whispers that they carried it here. They were wrong, of course, but at the time they were like whispers of destiny - again, I was wrong."

Faeforton tilts his head in thought. "Maybe they meant The Dead End over in the Eastern Commons? There's also that place in Rurikton, but I don't think their patrons would appreciate sentient fluids hopping around."

Cynthia Foster shakes her head. "It doesn't matter, I've already drank my fill. Perhaps another time I'll check in."

Sam pulls a flask out from under the bar, opens it, and takes a swig.

Faeforton goes to take a sip of his bottle as well, but it's empty. He pushes the bottle towards the bartender. "Could I have another? I should be getting home, but I don't want to just yet."

Sam nods his head a few times. "Sure thing!" He reaches down and pulls up another bottle of the gin and slides it to Fae with a wink.

Jarila Skyshard asks the bartender for blood ale.

Sam kneels down behind the bar and pulls up a jug of the ale and a pint glass. "No problem." He fills the glass with the liquid and slides it to the charr afore returning the jug to under the bar.

Jarila Skyshard turns the glass of brilliant red liquid in the light. "Ah yes, a lovely vintage."

Cynthia Foster looks to the charr. "You know much of such drinks?"

Jarila Skyshard shakes her head. "I'm afraid my tastes are not very sophisticated. I know what I like. I have not tried this 'ooze booze' that you speak of."

Cynthia Foster nods. "Well, you really should some time. I've even seen it give some charr a run for their money, far as resistance to intoxication goes."

Jarila Skyshard considers. "I will have to know first if it will burn my whiskers off. I would hate to drink something that had a chance of maiming me first."

Cynthia Foster waggles a finger. "No worries there, so long as you drink from a straw I'm pretty sure it's safe."

Faeforton pipes up from where he's scooted his stool to. "It attacked someone in Lion's Arch! And in Rata Sum."

Jarila Skyshard gives a charr grin. "Perhaps you are right -- that does sound like a drink worth doing battle with."

Cynthia Foster waves Fae off, maintaining eye contact with the charr. "Oh, that was no big deal, they probably just drank it wrong. And besides that was months ago! The recipe has been refined."

Sam throws a wadded up paper ball at Fae.

Faeforton grimaces into his bottle. "That was a month ago..."

Jarila Skyshard raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Cynthia Foster whispered, "It was at least two months ago, don't worry. And you're right, it is worth wrestling even a tiny shot!"

Jarila Skyshard nods. "Actually, it sounds like a drink worth taming! Imagine wandering this dangerous world with a glass of hostile booze in your hand!"

Cynthia Foster laughed aloud, "Hostile booze? I've never thought of it that way, since mine has yet to turn on me, but I suppose it's the reason most charr don't back down to a drink of it."

Jarila Skyshard laughs. "It sounds as though you know charr well."

Cynthia Foster winks. "Just enough to keep me out of salads."

Faeforton turns back to the bartender and raises the bottle. "Thank you, by the way." He holds out a few coins.

Jarila Skyshard laughs and appreciatively and sips her drink, licking droplets off her whiskers.

Sam slides a bit away from the charr.

Faeforton looks at the bottle in his hands and sighs. "I should be going... thank you. Have a good evening!" He slides off his stool and heads towards the door.

Jarila Skyshard notices, and gives a playful grin, showing a set of large, well-polished white fangs.

Sam grins brightly to Jarila.

Jarila Skyshard waves farewell to Faeforton.

Sam waves to Fae as he leaves. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around sometime."

Faeforton waves over his shoulder. "More than likely!"