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[samahl]

[It's midday when Cyril sends Solas a picture of a very nice looking chess set he found in the city. It's clearly displayed on the kitchen table in Cyril's apartment. Along with it is the message:]

Care for a game?

[hierophants]

( Solas seems to send a message back as soon as he can - he is at work in a library, now, but he's deffo excited. )

Yes, please.

[samahl]

As soon as you are able then, come to my apartment.

I have something I want to ask you while we play.

[hierophants]

I shall come as soon as I am finished with work, my friend.

Oh? I look forward to answering it.

[samahl]

You usually are. That's one of the reasons I like you so much, always willing to respond to my insistent questions.

[hierophants]

I am happy to aid a curious mind.

[samahl]

And while I have so many questions that would do that, this one is more about you.

[hierophants]

Oh? Well, I shall await it with curiosity myself, then.

I shall see you later this evening.

[samahl]

[from here.]

[After their conversation on the adult friend finder, Cyril arrives at Solas's apartment. It's the first time he's really seen the housing in the Down and he has a lot of opinions about how different things are here. That's a conversation for another time. For now, he wants to talk about forming a contract with Solas. He knocks lightly on his door.]

[hierophants]

( Solas is expecting him, and opens the door readily as soon as he hears the knock. With little fanfare, he ushers Cyril in, closing the door behind him. ) How do you find the Down?

[samahl]

It reminds me of the state of The People back home. It feels like an alienage.

[Which is to say he hates it.]

But I came here to talk about our contract. I want to make sure we are both on the same page. Consent matters to me and is vital with this sort of thing.

[hierophants]

Yes. It is not dissimilar.

Thank you. Many would not do the same. Let us talk. ( He motions over to the small table the place provides, sitting with him. )

[samahl]

[He sits and lets Solas settle before he speaks.]

First, what would be your boundaries?

There's a certain level of public performance here, Solas, but I won't cross any lines you set.

[hierophants]

( He thinks for a moment, mulling over what he wants to say. )

Nothing akin to slavery, of course. This contract of theirs is already unnervingly familiar.

I would be happy to assist you in household necessities, and share what money I make if needed. I am comfortable with some sex within this agreement, although I am afraid I do not quite reach your level of proclivities. ( He smiles, a teasing glint in his eye. ) Clearly, we do not need nor have to be exclusive, and I would want you to have your needs met.

I only ask you be kind to yourself, and to others. And allow me to monitor the Anchor when it flares. I would like to be of help to you with it.

[samahl]

That all sounds exactly like what I would want too. I would not want you to feel the need to be exclusive either. I'm no good at being possessive or jealous, so you should always feel free to explore your desires whenever you want.

[He glances around the room and then back at Solas.] What about living arrangements? Did you want to move to the Up?

[hierophants]

( Solas hums, looking around the place. ) I am not unfamiliar with squalor, nor with extravagance. I can live in either. But, I would not say no to a nicer place to live in, if given a choice.

misfire.

[unabatedly]

[ Congrats, Solas, you get a picture in your texts today from one (1) Neria Surana. The object in question is behind a glass in the picture, likely because Neria was wandering when she found it. It's followed up with... ]

I know you said I could send you questions but please explain this to me. I don't understand. Do people actually find these things pleasurable?

[hierophants]

( Solas squints. And then squints some more. Just what is that. )

I am afraid I do not know what it is myself. I am assuming if you found it here, it is sexual in nature?

[unabatedly]

[ She glances at the text, then goes back to ordering her food.

...Looks again. Spies the name. Solas? What is he talking about? She goes into her messages and--

Fuck. Fuck. This again? After Jonathan, she'd hoped not to be so careless, but she'd never sent Solas a text before. Why would it have sent it to him instead of Arthur? ]

It was in a sex shop, yes. I have no idea what it does. It doesn't look usable at all.

[ hi....solas............ ]

why does he always gotta do this. why

[hierophants]

( Solas is confused why Neria is texting him sex shop things as well, if it makes her feel any better. )

From what I can tell, it may stimulate the clitoris, but this is just a guess. The Elvhen used strange toys at times, but most of it was done by magic.

LMAO solas please

[unabatedly]

[ uH. UH??? ]

I think you're a little off the mark with that but, honestly, I wasn't going to go back and try it. So I suppose we'll just be better off not knowing.

The Elvhen used magic on one another?

[ this is her life now ]

i'm honestly shooting in the dark about this sex toy i know nothing

[hierophants]

I could be. It has been some time.

Yes, often. One could keep an orgasm prolonged over days, even a week, if you were skilled enough.

( welcome to hell, neria )

honestly the page I nixed it from had no idea either SO

[unabatedly]

That's bullshit. Days? A week? That's not possible.

oh good we're all in the dark with this cursed object

[hierophants]

Ah, you forget the Elvhen were immortal. Time such as that was quite possible.

( text | un: golem ) misfire garbage

[balljoints]

[ first!: a photo sort of like this.

then: ] I don't know, I've never worn stockings before. I think my legs are too smooth for them, they keep slipping down.