forum i'm what everybody craves (o/o) (inspired by a prompt from @SwimwithGamers)

Started April 29, 2021 by Deleted user

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Also, age range is 25-30 for the record.

Name: Talea Keo
Age: 27
Gender/Pronouns: Trans man, he/him
Orientation: Greyromantic bisexual
Appearance: too lazy, made a picrew lol. https://picrew.me/share?cd=Biwjlm0TGe
Personality: Very much a soft boy, but not a “soft boy” if you know what I mean. Like, definitely sweet and sensitive but won’t take things lying down and does have agency, and certainly isn’t just a pretty face. He’s just a genuinely kind, caring person, and doesn’t want to see people suffer for no reason, or even for a good reason. This could change, however.
Theme Song(s): The State Of Dreaming by MARINA
Species: Forest/Flower Nymph
Magic?: Can communicate with plants, can control plants to a certain extent, immortal unless stabbed through the heart.
Other: Needs sunlight to feel alive, needs sunlight for food. Basically a walking plant with a brain.

Name: Angelo Cyrus Xander
Age: 27
Gender/Pronouns: Cismale/ He, him
Orientation: Pansexual
Appearance: Angelo has sun kissed skin, and it leans more on the darker tones. He has wild, curly hair that is a deep raven black. His eyes are a bright amber color, stark against his dark skin and hair. He is lean, but very strong. He has broad shoulders and is fairly tall, about 6'2. He has a wreath of golden leaves wrapped around his head much like a crown. He has scars that cover his body from battles, but the most prominent one is along his chest.
Personality: Angelo is closed off and seems like he's angry at the world. He's quick to lash out, and he is merciless to those who oppose him. He usually fights his problems head on and isn't afraid to point out mistakes and make his opinions known. He is highly intelligent, he's not just a simple brute that will fight anything that breathes, but he's good at getting under people's skin, and is particularly good and finding weak points. Breaking down his walls is a hard and never ending job. He knows how to hold himself, knows how to keep a steady mind and a steady heart. He's the judge, jury, and execution.
Theme Song(s): tbd
Species: Unknown, he's a bastards son (Although only his father knows this).
Magic?: Fire
Other: He has two dogs, Tempest and Triton. Has a little sister, Anastasia.

Ahh I love him this is gonna be so fun!

Yay!! I'm glad you like him!

So, shall I begin?

Yes please ^^

Okay! Prepare for angstttt yayyyy.

We love the angst lmao

The last thing Talea knew before the darkness was that he’d been drugged, by a guard, or perhaps someone pretending to be a guard, he didn’t know. And the first thing he noticed when he awoke was that he was fully unclothed, cool air washing onto him through an open window. It was light, and light, and brightness and overwhelming in here, and he felt like he was going to vomit. This place… it seemed so foreign. He’d never been in this much light before, he was simply unprepared for the shock of it. And suddenly, the light went out, and he passed out yet again, the last thing his senses took in was whispering voices and footsteps.

And when he awoke again, he was fully tied up, and the room was painfully dark. He blinked, and the little light that was there allowed him to take in several vague looking, jeering forms of guards? Captors? At least whatever he was tied up on, probably a bed, was somewhat comfortable. “Where am I?” he whimpered, helpless to the whims of whoever had imprisoned him and stripped him of all protection.

Angelo looked rather unamused as he walked through the halls. His eyes were dark, despite their fiery glow. His dogs walked beside him, their ears back, their claws clicking against the ground. He finally made it to the room where the "prince" was kept. He wasn't pleased with what his parents had done, but it wasn't like he could complain much. He inhaled softly and ran a hand through his hair. "Sit. Stay." He ordered lowly. He pushed the door open. "Leave." He orders the guards. "If I learn that any of you spoke to the prince expect your lives on the line." He barked. He looked like he was constantly pissed off. The guards left and he glanced at the now naked prince… ish- His eyes narrowed a little bit and sighed softly. "So. You're the… prince that my parents told me about…" He settled into a chair beside the bed. "Do you know where you are. What your situation is?" He tilts his head to the side slightly.

(Welcome, then!)

“No, please, I just wanna go home… everything is wrong here, please just let me go!” he cried, struggling at his bonds and failing to find release. “Everything hurts… what did you do to me? Why… why is everything like this? So painful, so loud, nothing alive…” and it was true, he could only faintly sense anything living here, at least plantwise. “What are you going to do to me?” he asked fearfully, looking up at the other man, the stranger. Did he do something wrong, to end up in this hell?

He raised a brow, his eyes glinting faintly in the light as he gazed over the prince. He gripped the others jaw and sneered softly. "For the love of the seven gods, stop your whining." He hissed. His fingertips were warm to the touch, warmer than the average human at least. He removed his hands from the others jaw, "You'll do well to remember not to speak unless spoken to, here." He hummed and gazed over at the other. "Your parents sold you to us… as a way of helping their crumbling kingdom. My parents deemed there wasn't anything worth saving. But they took the payment anyways." He glanced at Talea, his eyes narrowing. "Not that it was much." Fire danced along his fingertips. "Welcome to your new home." He leaned against the wall, taking Talea in.

Talea was a sight to behold, with a slender, weak body, faintly defined hips and a soft face, innocent and open and oh, so scared. “Please, I didn’t want this… I was never told about this, that I’d be taken here! Just let me go!” he wailed, tears streaming from dark eyes down pale, lilac pink cheeks. He writhed against his bonds again, the tough ropes chafing his soft, exposed skin and leaving red bleeding trails in their wake. He whimpered at the pain, at the tormenting feeling of pain he had never known before. The worst he’d done was stub a toe, he’d never even gotten sick or broken a bone or anything.

"Do you really think if your parents would tell you if they were selling you off to their sworn rival for help?" He raised a brow. "You really are as naive as they say you are." He raised a brow and rolled his eyes. "And do you really think that your parents would take you back, Prince?" He tilts his head. "Actually you lost that title when your parents left you." He smirked a little and glances down at the other, trailing his hand along the others stomach. "It'd be well advised that your stop your crying before I cut your tongue." He hissed lowly. "I didn't think my parents would agree to take a whining idiot." He growled lowly. He ran his finger up along Talea's neck, up his arm and swiping at the tears. "You are here now, and there is no hoping to go back." He hummed. "You are pretty." He murmured quietly. "I might just keep you."

Talea felt like he was about to vomit. His body, exposed like this… it disgusted him, brought him to the point of vomiting. He began to dry heave onto the sheets, but as he didn’t consume food and hadn’t for years nothing came out, just tears and raw, gasping breaths and eventually blood from the way his malformed stomach was convulsing and the sickness of how little light there was in the room. He had always been wrong, his internal organs apparently hadn’t formed right when he had been born and, because of this, he bled very easily. His parents doted on him because of this, they didn’t want their only child to die off. So he lived, and lived in extreme comfort, and now he was out of that familiar zone of care and warmth and love and into a harsh, cruel life of servitude and degradation. When he finally stopped heaving onto the sheets, he blinked up, eyes red with tears, long cotton candy pink hair clinging to his face in the tear tracks.

“P-pretty? No, no, I’m… don’t say that… I’m not going to do anything for you, you know. I’ve read stories from my parents’ personal library, I know what monsters like you do… so don’t, don’t call me pretty.”

There was no pity in the prince's eyes. No mercy for a sworn rival. He didn't even pull back, watching with faint interest as one might inspect an uninteresting speck of dust. When the blood came spilling out of his lips, a more twisted smile left his lips. "Your blood is such a beautiful shade of red. It's almost as deep as the color of my families banner." He cooed softly. "Don't you understand your situation?" His voice was cold, hard, and pierced like ice. His fingers were warm, almost hot, threatening to burn the skin beneath them. He tilts his head, "Monsters?" He snorts off to the side, laughing quietly. "I won't deny my kingdom is filled with monsters. But you haven't seen anything. If you want to see true monsters, I will put you in the arena." He purred lowly, his hands squeezing that oh so delicate jaw just enough to hurt. His eyes glint again. "I won't make you do anything… In fact. I'll have you sit on the floor of my throne all… Pretty like." He stood and dusted off his hands. "And if you do truly still care of your parents and your own life, it would be wise to obey orders."

“No. No, I won’t. I won’t ever obey you, you arrogant slut.” strong words, and he was probably copying out of one of his parents’ more intense novellas, but it had an effect all the same. He craned his neck up and spat at Angelo’s face, some saliva dribbling down his own chin as he did so. Talea was pathetic, he looked pathetic and certainly acted so, but still. He wasn’t going to sit and take this, he was going to fight it tooth and nail.