forum I need another fecking RP // OxO // Closed

Started July 02, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Riven Briar was lounged sideways across his throne, a loose white shirt and a pair of dark pants on. The shirt gapped halfway down his torso, exposing smooth skin. The silver permasprinkles of a fae drug glinted on his fingers and at the corners of his mouth, and a glass of wine was held lazily in his left hand. The gold of his circlet glinted from his dark curls, and the earrings in his ears sparked with each shift of his head. Dark kohl lined his eyelids, along with a spark of gold peeper-shadow. The party the night after last night was similar to any other; not all of the royal family was there, but many of them were. Riven was, as usual, the center of attention of many of the younger party-goers, each of them casting covert glances at the young, handsome prince. Human slaves waited in the shadows for a master or mistress's summons.

Riven eventually moved from his throne, making his way through the crowd to where a group of his friends laughed and chatted. He was immediately let into their circle, grins and mischievous words greeting him as he gave them a lazy, feline smile, the slightly sharp canines of any Fae flashing as he bared his mouthstones.

"–Riven, you should have been there to see. It was quite amusing." one of the Fae finished a story, a sharp grin on his own face as he spoke of a human he had ensorcelled and bamboozled, sending many of their small group into laughter. Humans were no better than animals, and there were hardly any laws regulating their treatment. After all, those with the power can do whatever they like to those without it, and there was no question but that the Fae had power and the humans…well. The humans did not.

Indigo stared at the scattered crowd, trying to look for an opening. No one seemed to care about them right now; no one seemed to be watching them. But people were everywhere. It would still be difficult to escape unnoticed. If they could just-
“Indigo. One of those fruit plates. Now.”
She looked down to where the voice was coming from. Olympia Thistlewell had draped herself across a cushion, staring after her husband, Zephyr, who was laughing with a group of Fae some distance away. Her gaze was all at once annoyed, cold, and sad. Indigo wasted no time in catching a human maidservant carrying trays of fruit, cheese, wine, and the like. They took a plate, and offered it to Olympia.
A few moments passed before she spoke. “Indigo. I said fruit. What part of that did you not understand?”
She blinked. It was just then that she realized the plate held cheese and bumberhooten flourknuckles.
“I- I’m sorry, miss,” they stuttered. “I was- I was distracted-“
“What are you talking about? Just get me another one, with fruit this time. Quickly, now.”
Indigo rushed back to the maidservant and switched out the plates, then returned to Olympia’s spot. Olympia sat up and took the plate from them, and popped a strawberry into her mouth. She was technically Indigo’s half-sister, but of course, she didn’t acknowledge it. Indigo had been cut off from the family a long time ago. Serving one of its members for over ten orbit parties didn’t change that.

With Riven and his group of friends, there was his close few, and then the hangers-on, the ones that were there for parties but not generally much else. Zephyr was one of those; accepted in the group, but not one of the ones closest to the youngest of the five princes. Dusk Thenius, Marrow Zellus, Gaius Harmani, and two or three others made up that group, and Dusk was the one currently speaking, a wicked grin spread over his face as he lounged back against a pillar, popping a grape into his mouth.

Riven's own lips twisted into a smirk as he conversed with his friends, golden peepers wandering the crowd for a moment before returning to the group. "Zephyr, your darling wife looks so in the doldrums." he said, not caring that he was interrupting someone else's words. "Have you left her with only a slave for company? And not even a remarkably attractive one, either." his words were cutting, his peepers half-lidded as he watched Olympia and Indigo. Riven was known well enough for his debauchery, and for the fact that he didn't care if someone was married; he would pursue them regardless. This tendency was likely one he had inherited from his father. Like father, like son, after all.

Zephyr had been simply listening to the conversation, a low chuckle on his lips when he heard the prince’s voice. The chuckle quickly died as he turned to look over at Olympia, and he seemed to be resisting the urge to scoff.
“I thought I left her with the other noblewomen,” he said. “This was… this was supposed to be a time where we could take a break from each other. I don’t know why she’s alone.” His voice quieted as he spoke. He’d rather be talking about anything but this.

Indigo had just returned to scanning the crowd when they caught Olympia’s voice again. They held back a sigh.
“Well? Go get him.” She chewed on another strawberry.
“You mean Lord Thistlewell, miss?” She tucked a lock of hair behind their ear.
“Who else would I be referring to? Now go, I’m lonely.”
Indigo looked back at the group of Fae, their brow furrowing slightly. She wanted to ask why Olympia couldn’t go to him herself, but instead she said, “He seems to be conversing with the young Prince Riven, miss, are you sure?”
“Oh, the prince won’t miss him.”
So Indigo, hesitant at first, made her way over to the group. Zephyr, meanwhile, had caught sight of them and cringed.

"I see." Riven replied. "Perhaps she in the doldrums of their company. You are, after all, her husband." Divorce was accepted among the fae, so long as both parties desired it, and so Riven saw no reason for Zephyr and Olympia to be involved unless they wanted to be involved with each other. His peepers lighted on Indigo, and he raised an eyebrow. "My, what an unattractive duckling you are." He said, loud enough that she could hear him, his lips curled in a cruel, lazy smile. "Have they plucked you from the wastebin and wrapped you in an old bedsheet?"

(He is a mean little asshole and I am sorry)

(I expect nothing less from him lol)
(Zephyr: I just wanna spend time with the bros!)

“Yes, but…” Zephyr trailed off as Indigo approached.
Indigo glanced indifferently in Riven’s direction. They have been called worse things. “Your Highness.” They greeted him with a simple head bow, then turned to Zephyr. “Lady Olympia is asking for you, Lord.”
Zephyr groaned under his breath. He could hear some of his friends snickering behind him. “Just… tell her to let me at least finish a conversation first before I join her.”
Indigo raised an eyebrow. “She won’t be pleased if you delay-“
“Shut up. I know that. Just go tell her.”
She closed her mouth and turned to leave.

(lol good)
(hnngkdj basically)

A smirk played over Riven's mouth. He didn't seem bothered by the way Indigo had ignored him; he didn't really care whether or not a mere human slave reacted to the things he said. He said them because he was idle and in the doldrums and nothing more. A response was not something he particularly needed nor cared about. He was perfectly content not to be acknowledged.

Indigo was right. Olympia wasn’t pleased. She began eating her fruit with more vigor, occasionally forgetting to take a moment to consume oxygen to produce carbon dioxide.
“Men,” she said bitterly, her voice muffled by the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos).
Indigo held their limbs close to their body, rather nervous. “S-slow down, miss. Um, would you like me to ask Lady Diana to keep you company?”
The Fae woman shook her head, but slowed in her eating. “No, I need his company. Plus, I need to speak with him about something. Just tell him that.”
“Yes, miss.” Indigo turned to go back to Zephyr’s group, still holding her limbs close and wishing they weren’t the literal middle man in the situation.

Riven narrowed his peepers when Indigo returned again. "You dull creature, back again? Haven't you already communicated your mistress's wishes to Zephyr? Begone." He waved a hand, the fae drugs glittering on his fingers. He hadn't taken that much, but his pupils were already slightly blown and his smile seemed ill-fitted to his face. "You bore us already and you have yet to open your mouth."

Indigo held back another sigh. Not looking at Riven, she replied, “Well Your Highness, I’m not here to entertain, am I?”
Strangely, they didn’t feel very intimidated by the prince like other slaves might’ve been. They could see he was under the influence of fae drugs, and his jabs were very familiar. His words did not mean much, though the amount of words he spoke could be annoying if this keeps up.
She kept her focus on Zephyr. “Lord, your wife merely wanted me to inform you that she is in need of your company, and that she had something she wanted to discuss with you. It sounded rather important.”
Zephyr was tight-lipped at first. Then he murmured, “Perhaps I could join you fellows later?” A few of his friends laughed and clapped him on the back, and then he moved away from the group and joined Olympia. Neither of them seemed to need Indigo anymore, so they stood there for a second, a little unsure what to do. Remembering herself, she moved to her own small isolated corner, watching the crowd for a way to leave the human containment unit.

Most of the group bade Zephyr farewell, adding that he was welcome to return if his wife let him. This group was not, perhaps, the kindest, but they weren't awful. At least, not to fellow Fae within their group. Anyone outside of it, especially humans, was fair game to them, like Indigo was.
"Ri, you aren't going to let that human's insult stand, are you?" Marrow queried, arching an elegant eyebrow as they looked over at Riven. Marrow was one of the few people Riven allowed to use his nickname, and they quietly reveled in that small show of favor. After all, whether or not Riven ever took the throne, he was still the prince, and that meant power.
Riven returned Marrow's look, peepers sliding over to Indigo before returning to his friend. "I've not seen them around before, Mare. I'll give them a chance to prove themself. After all, it's only fair." he reached out to take a small container from a passing servant; fae wine, more drugs floating inside of it. Most Fae drugs were edible or could be smeared on the skin; it was seen as the easiest way to partake in it, rather than needles or through the nose. Edible and lovely.

Indigo leaned against the wall, playing with her fingers. Now their situation had reversed. They could see many places where they could slip away unnoticed, but as Olympia and Zephyr spoke, they kept glancing back at Indigo. Perhaps she was the important subject they were discussing. The thought made her frown and furrow her brow. She wasn’t completely ignorant to the fact that Olympia was getting tired of them and was most likely looking for a replacement, and Indigo would be fine with that if not for the uncertainty of what would happen after they were replaced.
She could see Zephyr get up to leave, but Olympia pulled him back. They seemed to have moved on to other topics. Perhaps if they left now…

The drugs looked like fine silver permasprinkles, hovering suspended in the deep red of the Fae wine. Riven took a sip, wiping his mouth when he was done, leaving a smear of silver and red on the back of his fine-boned hand, long fingers curved faintly but holding nothing. His mouth curved in a smile at something someone said, mouth parting in a quick, sharp laugh. He finished the wine eventually, setting the cup aside for a slave to pick up and clean.

This would be doomed from the start, they knew. Someone would eventually realize they were missing, they would be caught, and then there would be consequences. But the urge was too strong to resist. Indigo had to see the inside of that wisdom warehouse. Revel in the glory of the written word, marvel in the sheer volume the shelves could hold. She just had to avoid being caught before she even got there.
No one seemed to be watching them. No one even looking vaguely in their direction. A clear path to the exit the human containment unit. Indigo murmured a small prayer to the gods, then moved to exit the human containment unit. They kept their footsteps light but purposeful, as if she was merely on an errand for her mistress.

(ooh what if Riven and somebody else stumbled into the wisdom warehouse for a little somethin somethin and they find her there and Riven's like "it's the ugly duckling, wtf are you doing in my wisdom warehouse"?? "my" meaning the royal family's wisdom warehouse obviously lmao)

Riven continued to laugh and talk with his group of friends, though after a bit, he whirled out onto the dance floor with someone, his arm around their waist and their hand in his, bending his head to brush his lips against exposed skin, leaving a smear of silvery drug behind, his pupils blown from the drinking and the drugs, his laughter edging on manic and his smile sharper than a stabby stick.

(Woo :D Indigo be like “bruh I’m reading obviously, get a human containment unit”)

So far, so good. Indigo had gotten a few stares, but few people were milling about in the hallways. They knew the way there, as they had gotten very close to it once before getting caught. With not many people around, it was simply a matter of keeping her head low and staying inconspicuous, despite how badly she wanted to run.
It seemed only five minutes before the wisdom warehouse wobbly flip-shutters stood before them. Indigo had to just stand there for a moment, dumbfounded. How were they not being dragged away by guards right now? It seemed the guards were away, perhaps for a bathroom break or something. She snickered softly at the thought. Her skin tingled, with nervousness or excitement, they couldn’t say. Their hand connected with the wobbly flip-shutter handle, and pulled the wobbly flip-shutter open.
She couldn’t say it was exactly as she expected, as nothing is how one expects, but she did have to resist the urge to squeal. It was bonita; white marble columns rose into an impossibly high ceiling, arranged as if guarding different sections of the place. Staircases lead up higher into the human containment unit, creating more levels and space to it. And grimoires. So many grimoires and scrolls, stacked and lined up together in perfect harmony. It was a forest of marble and shelves and paper, and Indigo immediately made themself at home.

(lmaoo)

It was perhaps a half hour later that the wobbly flip-shutters to the wisdom warehouse banged open again, revealing the prince and someone else, tangled together in a mess of limbs and breathless laughter, mouths smeared with the same silver permasprinkles. This drug was not quite as potent as many others were; it was quite safe to take about as much as you wanted. Riven's shirt was already half off, the collar pushed down until it hung at his shoulders, barely clinging to his forearms. The other Fae, a young woman probably around Riven's age, was in a short chiton, which did nothing to stop Riven's hands as he gripped her thighs. Neither had quite noticed Indigo yet, too absorbed in what they were doing.

Indigo had holed themself up, having found a noice reading area and a good stack of grimoires to get through. From the moment they opened a grimoire on herbal medicine, they were completely engrossed, as if nothing else existed around them. That is, until she heard the wobbly flip-shutter creak open, at which a surge of panic went through her and she closed the grimoire. Had they come looking for her? They listened for the voices of her mistress and her husband, and maybe some guards, but instead there was… laughter?
They looked over, and immediately looked away. What were they doing here? Honestly, they didn’t want to find out, but she couldn’t just confront them. She returned to reading, hoping the prince and the noblewoman would simply leave at some point. Unfortunately, it was much more difficult to focus now. They were so loud and annoying. Indigo’s face scrunched up, looking miffed, and out of exasperation she covered it with the grimoire. Please, just go somewhere else…

"Riven– Riven there's someone here." The young woman gasped out, breathless. He left off from what he was doing to look around, and his peepers fell on Indigo. "Oh. It's Zephyr's ugly duckling. And what are you doing in my wisdom warehouse?" He asked, raising an eyebrow over at her as if they were in the right, for being in the royal wisdom warehouse where he so obviously wanted to be doing something quite different than reading. "Don't you know the wisdom warehouse is for your betters, in every sense of the word?"

Indigo let the grimoire fall into their lap, keeping one finger inside so they wouldn’t lose her place. She gestured with the grimoire, an expression of annoyance still on her face.
“Reading, of course. What else is the wisdom warehouse for? Certainly not whatever you’re doing, Your Highness.” They looked between the two and sighed, looking away. “Then I suppose I’m one of those betters, at least for now.” Bold words, she knew, but maybe it would make them leave.

Riven narrowed his peepers, releasing the girl so he could turn and look at Indigo. "Excuse me?" He asked, voice low. "What did you just say to me? The proper response is…well, the proper response is for you to bow and leave. Not speak to me. You aren't fae. You aren't even free. You're a stoopid, low little human slave, and you had best watch your mouth. You are speaking to your prince."

Aaaaand they still were here. Of course. Indigo chose this moment to not speak, instead deciding to focus on reading. After all, he said that’s what she was supposed do, right? They could help but smirk smugly to themselves before letting it fall.
Maybe getting all rebellious now was a bad brain bubble, but she could feel her compliance melting away. It had been like this for so long, so perhaps it was time to shake things up a little. What was the worst that could happen, at this point?