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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Even the few shy moon creatures you find in the wild have strange crystal growths on their hides. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers yields nothing but an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

After a day or two of living off the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. After the strange phenomenon during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why did I accidentally swallow the worm at the bottom of my tequila? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay.

While waiting for transport to be prepared, you may freely roam around the government center. Eventually you’re called back from exploring, escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the moons and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals. The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ I Heat Up, I Can’t Cool Down
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B After settling into your apartment, you notice a shiny silver indestructible mechanoid cube with a pair of tiny stag horns attached to it. The card attached says that it’s a gift from the Lunatian government. One touch of the cube makes it hover in place, light up brightly, and play the classic hit Last Firalia by Blam! on repeat. By the 7th listen, you get hot under your collar, beads of sweat forming on your temples and rolling down your neck, and your breath grows labored. By the 17th listen, you’re all but ready to burst into flames — a stark contrast to the plummeting temperature outdoors.

A bit of vigorous moonlacing should keep you from growing too hot and bothered indoors. Or you could simply decide to chuck the cube out the window and let it be someone else’s problem. That won't really stop it, though. The music only stops once the cube picks up enough Chroma in the atmosphere generated via moonlacing, so go forth, and spread the Firialia lust, love, and cheer!

▶ It’s the Moose Wonderful Time of the Year
City of Lunatia | top

In the city of Lunatia, the streets are emblazoned with beautiful antler decorations, gleaming gold and silver along every walkway. Snowflake holograms appear on shop fronts to announce their annual Firialia sales, and Prismals are all rushing to buy gifts and make preparations for the upcoming holiday.

According to legend, on one incredibly harsh winter, ancient Prismals were downtrodden and on the verge of starvation when the majestic stag king of the forest, Firi, emerged from his humble kingdom to bring them warm clothing, blankets, and gifts for surviving the biting cold. It is said that his spirit remains on the land even after the Calamity, appearing every winter solstice to bless the Prismals for the new year ahead. Every year, Prismals mount festive wreaths on their door, decorated with stag horns in Firi's honor, and exchange gifts to invite the benevolent spirit of Firi into their homes.

A Hanging fake deer antlers is a strong Firialia tradition that has endured for centuries — a success that can be attributed to its magical effects, which often compels two people caught beneath to share a bit of Firialia spirit with one another. One can find these trinkets everywhere, decorating even the most secluded of spaces. The antlers come in three colors:

RED: Causes a dangerous but intense feeling of desire to embrace the person you're with! You will want to roughly pin the closest person to you on a flat surface, passionately kiss, and/or aggressively hold hands.

BLUE: Causes people to want to kiss until they’re out of breath, hands liberally moving across each other’s body, and the errant temptation to go further, but no taking any clothes off in public or the Moon Knights will get you! You’ll simply be eager to tease and kiss beyond the lips and have difficulty feeling sated.

PURPLE: Causes people to want to caress each other's faces affectionately, steal soft kisses, and/or tenderly lace their fingers together. They may also feel compelled to offer up some sweet whispers and compliments!

B To combat the cool weather, Prismals will also be handing out cups of warm chocolate moose mousse. This light and creamy dessert is prepared in enchanted moose-shaped cups with a pair of festive graham cookie antlers poking out of it. Prismal traditions include taking a bite and passing it to your neighbor, enabling you to get a glimpse of one another’s Firialia wishlists left unspoken. Fancy a new fishing rod this holiday? Or perhaps that saucy leather subligar you’ve been eyeing since your arrival? The words and images that make up your list appear before whoever eats your mousse, so who knows? Maybe you might get it this Firilia...

▶ Are You Not Entertained?
Level 1, PrismaPlace | top

After the long wait and preparations, the League Match Action Online (LmaO) preliminary qualification rounds are now underway at the gaming hub in PrismaPlace in Level 1, as the city will be hosting the LmaO Grand Championship next month. Moonblessed old and new are welcome to take the game for a test drive and participate!

The award-winning VR MOBA boasts amazingly seamless first-person view graphics and a real-time combat mode almost as authentic as real life and guaranteed to wow and amaze. Players can explore and immerse themselves in the fantasy world of LmaO, where they can create their own avatars and either fight with or against players from Lunatia and the Kingdom of Lyestellus for glory and loot!

In co-op mode, you will be battling a selection of huge beasts chosen at random. The most notorious among them is Ogma the Dread Ogre, who has high defense and pesky unavoidable attacks. PVP mode pits you against other players, and getting KO’d three times in a row or having your base captured is a loss for you and your team. Fun mode featuring mini-games such as virtual basketball, rhythm step action, beat sword, and many more. Winning any of these modes nets you loads of in-game gold that can be used to buy aesthetic skins, cute in-game pets, fun game emotes, furniture for your in-game house, or weapon and skill upgrades to make you stronger for the next round!

Event emcees will be recruiting anyone passing by for the preliminaries and showing them into fully-equipped private rooms for teams of two to eight players. Each player will be given virtual headsets and tight suits for immersion and communication. Prismal players may be recruited with Moonblessed teams if necessary.

A The scenario for the preliminaries is a majestic coliseum filled with gladiators of all ages and species. In LmaO, weapon choices are currently limited to any melee and ranged weapons you'd find in an ambitious fantasy RPG setting (read: you can find dual swords and grimoires but also gunblades), including an elemental magic system of water, fire, wind, earth, dark and light. Choose your weapon and, with your team, fight for the top spot!

As you begin to battle, you notice that the more you get hit, the more your physical body shows visceral reactions to the attacks. Outside of the game, you lose balance. Bruises appear out of nowhere and mar on your skin. You earn minor abrasions and bleed. It’s possible to feel the sweat or saliva of other players or bots, the sensation of their virtual hands grappling you, or their teeth sinking into your shoulder as they bite. It's a new, tantalizing world of virtual stimulation.

B For those of you more interested in the glamour aspects of LmaO, you are welcome to compete against other players in either the in-game or a real glam-a-thon. Festive LmaO cosplayers will be scattered around the venue, dressed in colorful costumes of characters from the game, such as the ridiculously cool cyborg Kenji and the flirty immortal fox mage Yeri. As for the in-game contestants, they are located on a bright sparkling stage. Large monitors at PrismaPlace can be seen livestreaming everything.

Some of the many competitors are dressed in colorful gear, including stylish himations, risque chitons, and a bevy of glittery, neon gladiator sandals. Challenge other players to a fashion walk-off on the raised catwalk. Score high enough on either contests, and you will win an ultra-rare Firialia plump moose mount in-game. You are welcome to invite others on a scenic moose ride after as the plump moose very slowly waddles across the virtual snowfields and exhibits its adorable built-in feature where it decides to take a nap every few minutes.

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[ siete doesn't pay attention to the color, either. he has a special reason for that, though: if someone of his caliber had been plucked from his world when he is burdened with so much responsibility, surely the first thing he'd have done is find his allies. he knows for sure that the beloved captain can take care of themself, and the same can be said by any one of the nine other missing eternals.

but he would be remiss if he thought he wouldn't be excited to see a familiar mask.

six particularly stands out for his attire alone, and he makes sure to be discreet when he grabs the young man by his arm and take him somewhere quiet. evidently, six doesn't sound happy, but that's not exactly new... ]

My idea—? Ah, no, no~! C'mon, Six, must that be how you react to seeing an old friend?

[ he releases a long-suffering sigh. ]

And I have no others to defend me here either... [ and, as dramatic as he's able, he places a hand over his temple. ] How cruel, Six...

[ it's a good thing that at least one of them is excited to see the other because six's mood considerably drops once he realizes who he's dealing with. his entire body language, however, is a lot more relaxed and at ease since despite who it is, siete is still someone familiar.

(and someone he can trust. but you won't be hearing this one say that out loud.) ]

You don't need anyone to defend you. What are you even talking about?

[ his ears twitch from underneath his hood. while he's used to siete's melodrama, it doesn't become any less annoying. ]

[ no worries there, six; siete can be excited for all ten of them if he has to. and at the risk of getting clawed, he places a hand over the hood, right between the ears, and gives him a well-deserved pat. and only then does he finally notice the brilliant red of the antler above them— figures it's just for decorative purposes, so he doesn't make any note of it.

(though there is a part of him that muses about the mistletoe tradition; it seems like whatever world it is, they have the holidays and their own silly traditions. what does this one entail, he wonders?)

but ah, what an underhanded compliment. he will take whatever six would give him! in fact, he even boasts about it, straightening himself and folding his arm over his chest like a proud brother. ]

Mm! That is correct, I don't need a soul to defend me. After all, I'm the Star Sword Sovereign!

[ clearly this is something that six is already acutely aware of, but he still boasts loudly so any eavesdroppers would hear. he is kind of a big deal, folks.

more importantly, however, and his voice is in singsong when he proposes: ] Six, it's been quite a while. Why don't you remove the mask and show me that handsome face of yours, hm?

[ six's reaction is practically immediate: both his ears perk up, high alert and bothered. you're not supposed to reach over with your hand and pet a stray dog when they can see it, because there's a huge risk of getting bitten to death out of instinctual reflex to protect themself, but the situation is quickly avoided. whatever tension that made the younger eternal go rigid is diffused once he feels the headpat happen without much fanfare or fuss.

what the hell? is that even legal? what the hell?

his brain can't process this. ]

What are you...

[ you know what, he's still stuck on the fact that siete just gave him a pat on the head (unwarranted, by the way, it's not like he did anything worthy of it) that he ignores how loud the other man is. the boasts fall on deaf ears; in one and out the other, all because of the current bsod he's experiencing.

what makes it worse is what comes out of siete's mouth soon after. ]

You—! [ there it is. siete placed his hand on him so he can be close enough to remove his mask, which has probably been his primary goal all along. he jerks his head away from the other's reach, bristling like a cat. ]

I'm not in the mood for any of your antics. What do you want?

[ because really, seeing his 'handsome' face can't be it. ]

[ tension is expected. hell, he expects at least a snarl or a threat of sorts. but no, none of that ever comes— not a scratch on his arm or biting words. it's possible that even siete feels the sudden relieve in tension when his hand feels the crown of his hood, and it leaves siete almost speechless.

is he registering this correctly—? did six... enjoy that? oh, these erunes will be the end of him, one of these days.

excitement bubbles in his chest, his surprised expression turns into something more akin to amusement. mischief. nothing good, six could probably gather from the tug of his lips. the red antlers will have nothing to do with that, but it certainly won't be helping the more encouraged he is to tease the young eternal. ]

Oh, don't be dramatic! [ says the pot to the kettle, ] There is no antics to be had! My mind and my heart is clear, you see? Here, feel it!

[ this time, he seizes the erune's hand and places the palm of his clawed hands squarely over his heart, beating steady and true underneath his armor. despite that, the layers of iron and cloth, he has a feeling that the contact would stir six just as it is with he. wow, he really is just so happy to see six, huh! ]

Edited (i removed an extra word don't mind me) 2019-12-09 07:41 (UTC)

[ there are a lot of things in life that six barely has any experience in, and physical contact - at least, the kind that doesn't involve beating someone down - happens to be one of them. what annoys him more than the smug look of satisfaction on siete's face is the fact that he was incapable of stopping himself from reacting the way he did. from giving the annoying one a reason to look this pleased with himself, even if he didn't have to do much at all.

(of course, despite how much six will deny it, the relief is real. the lack of snarling and biting all boils down to how most of his aggression is focused on the realization that he doesn't recognize the skies above them at all. without any idea of how or why he got whisked away, but maybe what's worse is who was left behind.

so it helps to be have someone who knows what they're doing, even if it happens to be his overly cheerful leader.)

he sighs out loud, arms moving in to cross over his chest but it looks like siete has other things in mind. any protests that wanted to get out doesn't even have a chance because siete is quicker, and now his hand lays flat on top the armor, hard and solid, and impossible to feel for the beating heart he's told to inspect.

this is stupid. he knows it is.

he wrenches his hand away, slapping siete's in the process. the gesture does stir something in him, alright, but it's nothing like the happiness the other eternal is practically exuding.

maybe he should take back the relief he felt from running into someone who knows what they're doing. ]

Are you done?

[ irate and impatient, but what else is new? ]

I'll wait until you're ready to take this seriously.

[ all the while, the magic from these antlers are working away... ]

[ it becomes obvious to siete especially that he doesn't mind that six tugs his hand free— the damage is already done. it's not like he needs six to feel his heartbeat, now accelerating from the excitement of being so close to the aloof erune. no, siete realizes that he simply wants to be felt by six. which, admittedly, is quite strange, even for a man like himself.

and it doesn't bother him as much as it should. he doesn't think about how he may be under the influence of something much greater; instead, he feels this is what he's always wanted— get closer to six, feel him, see the expression beneath the mask. this should be weird, but siete mentally reasons that it has been quite some time since they've been able to spend time together. six never shows up to the beach outings, never answers his calls. hell, the only thing he's ever legitimately responded to is a fabricated call for a mission.

(where six had been thoroughly reprimanded, mind you— there's nothing quite like letting this particular erune eat his words.)

siete lets his gaze linger on the younger man for a moment, drinking in the sight of his indignant mannerism. yes, this scene isn't like six at all, much less when he's paired with siete this way. ]

All right, all right! [ he holds his hands up in surrender, though his expression remains smug and fond as ever. and only a short moment after, he holds his chin in feigned consideration, winking as he leans toward him. ]

I would hate to make you wait for anything— so, Six, what would you like me to take seriously, hm?

[ something is wrong.

the more he thinks about what's going on, the more it's dawning on him that this isn't right.

every fiber of the erune's being is nagging at him to come to this realization. an unfamiliar desire eats away at him from the inside, urging him to revel in how close they are, how close he was to finding out just how fast siete's heart was beating underneath the armor. he doesn't know why he finds himself disappointed that he shied away from the opportunity, but that's where the nagging feeling grows louder.

it tells him to stop and realize what's going on because something is wrong. this isn't right.

despite how unreserved siete can be at most times, even six knows he wouldn't go so far. wouldn't almost cross a boundary neither of them had even considered. it wasn't one that existed between them before, so—

he does what he's always done best.

he ignores the nagging feeling.

(later on, he'll berate himself for not figuring out the real reason: the brightly-coloured antlers that continue to hang above them.) ]

Our current whereabouts. I have no recollection of how or why I woke up in a place like this.

[ perhaps if he treats this as if it was another daily report, maybe the feeling (the urge, the need) will go away.

it doesn't really work, of course. he's closer to the other man than he was just moments ago. ]

Don't tell you aren't the least bit concerned.

[ for all the criticism he gets from the other eternals, his personality being one of the big drawbacks, siete is much more perceptive than he leads on. his expression betrays not a single concern when he notices the moments linger between them, the pauses and unspoken words. he knows this, because he's only now realizing exactly what is happening. he has no proof of it, but there has to be a reason why six is still humoring him. in any normal situation, regardless of where they are or what has happened to them, six would likely try to investigate on his own and draw his own conclusions, not let siete get away with touching him twice.

that's when his mind wanders back to the antlers above them— an item that hasn't once left his mind, if only because the antennae-like lock of his hair keeps brushing against the ornament the moment he's tempted to dip his head and be as close as he can to the young eternal.

it's killing him; it's absolutely, thoroughly, destroying him.

but siete doesn't cast his gaze upwards; he instead keeps his eyes fixed on the red orbs where the six's eyes would be were it not covered by that (normally cute, but at this moment,) meddling mask. he continues to feign ignorance, enduring as long as he can— the least he wants to do is scare the kitty cat away, even if they are perhaps both under the influence, it doesn't mean they forever will be. these things, what he wants to do at this very moment, they have consequences.

(bad, bad things. uncharacteristically so, but what worries him the most is that it doesn't feel wrong at all.)

siete isn't ready for that– not yet. perhaps six understands that, as well. ]

Mmm... Lunatia! [ that's literally all he knows, but that's because they've made that information hellishly clear. ] And not a sky we recognize. We are truly out of our depth here, but we are still Eternals. There is nothing we can't accomplish if we work together, y'know?

[ which is his only reason for being so... casual about the whole ordeal. of course he's worried, and he would be lying if he said he hasn't thought once of the captain and their band of beloved troublemakers, but he trusts he'll reunite with them at one point. trouble always finds trouble, you see. ]

But nevermind that, we'll figure it out. What I, your awesome big bro, is most concerned about, is the state of your well-being. Surely you must be getting hot underneath the mask— what do you say, Six? [ just a little taste. he'll tentatively reach over, too... just a little taste. ]

Edited 2019-12-10 05:37 (UTC)

[ there are many reasons why six chooses to wear a mask. the first few are probably the saddest and most important ones, things other people can probably put together so he never bothers to explain it, but there are others that are almost unknowingly and accidentally. faced with a situation he has no idea how to react to, the mask provides a shield just so no one - especially siete, of all people - can get a read on how he's feeling.

it makes for a difficult obstruction to deal with, and that's perfectly fine because with siete so close to him, six swears the other could probably see right through the mask. and that's not what he wants. what he wants is...

(the heat that's gradually, slowly, overtaking his face is definitely not happening right now.)

the erune probably doesn't hear a single world siete just said, too caught up with the onslaught of questionable thoughts that suddenly flooded his own mind. whatever he was worried about earlier is now gone thanks to how loud and obnoxious everything else is becoming. the way siete smiles at him is too much; the way he acts like the leader he's always been sends another rush of relief because maybe nothing is wrong and everything is alright—

how quickly siete shatters this illusion when he opens his mouth again is also equally relieving, even if it's more than just annoying.

he sees the man reach over for the only thing in the world he wouldn't allow anyone to touch, and he's already recoiling, twisting away from his reach while also using his hand to push siete's face away. it won't create the distance necessary to completely get away from him, but it should buy him some time.

to think of something. anything.

anything besides just giving into the urge to allow the man to take off his mask. ]

Don't push your luck.

[ a sad and sorry attempt. ]

[ hesitation. that's all siete sees, even as six twists and moves away from reach— but still not far enough to make it impossible for him to touch the young man's face. he feels like he's tiptoeing along this invisible boundary still, caught between two voices telling him to do the exact opposite of the other: leave him alone, siete, you'll ruin this forever, one voice says. the other urges, much to his embarrassment—

just fucking kiss him already.

it's a weird thing to hear. the urges have been quiet parasites inside his mind, but to finally figure out exactly what it is he's yearning for is a trip of its own. he feels his face heat up, too, uncertain what to make of the sudden demand of his heart. siete isn't one to ignore such things, but this is testing his patience and his willpower in similar ways to the relevant weapon possession. he's not himself right, yet it is. he doesn't fucking know anymore.

what he does know is that he can't seem to control his actions anymore, the longer they stay under the antlers, the worse the desires become.

so with the last of his sanity, he quickly shoves six away from the antlers, but in the process, trips over a stray cup on the floor, and tumbles right along with six to the nearest wall. thank goodness for that, but during the frenzy, siete managed to "accidentally" tear the mask from his face, revealing his expression as his back is pressed firmly against the wall. it doesn't stop there; as a parade of people step on by, they bump against siete's back, causing him to press even closer to six... ]

Ah, yikes! Six, are you all—... right...?

[ his breath nearly hitches as he comes to realize how compromising this position is, and even worse is how he can now see his expression so clearly. and that expression is...? ]

[ hesitation gives way to complete unrest.

it sinks its claws in the longer they stay close like this because something six can't make sense of is happening right here and now, but he can't figure out how to wrench himself away from it. nor does he even want to, which is infinitely the more confusing part. it's definitely out of character for him to linger for as much as he already has, because given the chance, he's always the first one to cast this man and his silly antics aside.

so why— why does it feel like this is where he wants to be? ]

Oi— Siete...!

[ anything else he wanted to say fails to come out because the man has already pushed him towards the closest surface. it should have been a good thing, the right thing to do, but the idiot manages to cage him in against the wall because there was nowhere else for him to go but forward. the crowd pushes siete closer, closer, and closer still.

his mask is gone on top of that too.

he practically looks like a deer in the headlights, both ears upright and tense. his entire body has gone rigid, and despite his best attempts, it's impossible to sound as infuriated as he is when he feels so exposed and vulnerable in front of someone who gets on his nerves.

he dips his head down to hide the flustered look on his face, as if it's going to do him any good. ]

G- get away from me!

[ and with that, both hands reach for siete's shoulders so he can push him off. ]

[ — and the expression wears, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, ears perked—

it hits him like a goddamn freight train.

siete can't help but just stare, and stare, and stare; his heart thumps hard against his chest, like it's going to break free from its bony cage and run far away from this impenetrable tension between them. six doesn't move enough, nor does he push him away. he has the power to; there's a reason why he'd been recruited, after all, and sheer power is the reason why six was recruited by siete in the first place—

this tells siete enough, that six is indeed under the same influence as he, and it absolutely crushes him. that he is sober enough to know what is happening, but still lets it happen anyway.

he continues staring anyway, unhearing to the plea for him to move away. the hands are on his shoulders now, heavily padded with armor so thick he curses it for not giving him the ability to feel his hands. instead of moving away, siete takes the hands and guides him to the bare skin over his own cheeks, forcing him to actually feel the heat of his cheeks and confront exactly what it is siete is feeling.

he isn't shy about it; the only thing he is hesitant about is how six might perceive this whole ordeal. he expects, even, to ever hear from six again if he does what his mind and body is begging him to do: kiss him, feel him, do whatever is necessary to be one with him. and even though that would normally weird siete out, it weirds him out now that he isn't doing anything to stop it. neither of them are with their halfassed attempts to end something they clearly want to go forth with.

siete isn't the leader of the eternals for nothing, though. he has some sort of control still, and even though he can't do much to break this spell, he does sink into a squat, letting go of six's hands in he process and holds his head in utter defeat, right by six's feet. ]

What am I doing... [ he's mumbling, uncertain of how to proceed. ] Six, this is bad, this is really bad!

[ this time, he casts a pleading look up to six, still technically against the wall but unmoving. ]

If I don't kiss you I think I may explode...[ he stands now, taking him by the fabric of his collar. ] I want you so badly I can barely keep my hands off you! What the hell...

[ there has never been a single moment in his life where he ever felt suffocated by his own weakness. others have always measured him by his strength, by just how powerful he is (how much of a monster he can be), and it's only recently that he started to view it under a more positive light. it had frightened him so much before that there were times he refused to do anything with it, but now that he needs that strength more than ever, it's nowhere to be found.

he finds himself weak and incapable to fend off something he can't crush with his own hands. this frightens him more than ever, makes him wonder if coming face to face with how much you don't measure up is why quatre hated him for casting his own power aside.

(it all makes sense, when he really thinks about it. being powerless doesn't feel good. it feels much worse.

and later on, when this is all over, he'll come to hate himself because he was unable to resist this.)

it's like there isn't the barrier of gloved fingers present when siete guides his hands to settle on warm skin. what was it supposed to accomplish? besides confuse the hell out of the erune even more. his mind is racing with a million ways to end this but his body isn't listening to him; he's barely paying any attention to siete when the man starts lamenting over what is ultimately, really, something that is his fault.

for the most part. (no, six denies he' just as much at fault too. for being careless.) ]

That's not my problem.

[ he truly sounds convincingly angry when his voice is so high it just falters in the end. that causes him to huff and puff, eyes closing so he doesn't have to look at siete anymore. it's not helping, because the more siete talks, the more he gets caught up looking at his lips, the dumb way his hair frames his face...

ugh. ]

Go kiss s- someone else. Wouldn't anyone do?

It's our problem, Six! Don't you see? You haven't left my sight since we stood beneath those antlers— and even now, we're not free from its influence!!

[ there's no anger in his voice despite how hysterical he sounds at this point; he's simply stating things as they are and hope that six will forgive him for whatever might happen next.

he's still gripping tightly on his collar with white knuckles, glaring at him now with bright, lusting eyes. it's difficult not to see how attractive and... hm, cute six is at this moment. hell, he's always been cute, but he hides under the mask, which also deepends the tone of his voice whenever he speaks. it's unfair that the one time he gets to see him this way, they're both puppets of some greater influence that will undoubtedly take away his unmasking priviledges, but that's a problem for another time.

siete's face twists into mild disgust at the suggestion that he could just kiss anyone. that's... ridiculous. the most ludacris thing he's ever heard, allegedly, but he realizes that his thinking is also in part of the antlers again, and shakes his head. he leans in closer, their foreheads nearly touching.

all the wild, the parade of people continue to march by them, unknowing of what's happening between them. ]

Six, I have not lain eyes on anyone else since I saw you. ...That's silly, right? [ even he has to laugh at that, and he closes his eyes briefly and before finally opening them, their heads at last touching. ] If it were that easy, would you think I'd risk never seeing you again? Surely you'll hate me after this...

[ six knows that siete is right. this is their problem, no matter how much he denies it, but what exactly is he supposed to do with that knowledge? just knowing the cause of the issue isn't enough to fix it, not when it's something that even an eternal is powerless against. both of them are completely under a magical influence they couldn't even begin to explain. ]

T... then figure out how to fix it instead of making it worse, you idiot.

[ it's not helping when siete chooses to close what little distance they had left between each other. their proximity is making six realize that his heart is dealing with its own kind of marathon right now, beating so hard and fast underneath the armor that he swears the other could almost hear it. a part of him chimes in the most irritating manner possible, would that really be so bad?, but he knows that's the bewitchment talking.

fuck. he's screwed if he doesn't do something now—

but maybe it's too little, too late, because siete is faster, quicker. more cunning and foolish. the man presses their foreheads together, looks at him in a way that isn't natural and is definitely not the reason why his breath catches in his throat. it only takes a minute, but six finds himself being drawn right in, some kind of magnetic force willing him to lean in just a bit more, just a few more inches, and it would be perfect.

he snaps out of it before it could happen. with the small bit of restraint he has left, he reaches up to cover siete's mouth, pushing him away with more force than before. it's not enough to completely dislodge siete from him, but it's a start. ]

Are you even listening to yourself? You're talking nonsense.

[ he uses this break as a chance to look for something important. there it is, just a few ways away from him, so if only could slip past siete's grip, and... ]

I- I need my mask. [ he can't stand how meek he sounds right now, but it can't be helped. ] Let me go.

[ it's a shame that the one time six wants to rely on siete, his leader, to figure out a way out of this very complicated situation will be the time that he will utterly disappoint him. siete wants to assure that he will, but at this point, there's no telling when he'll break from the antler's enchantment, and admittedly, the longer he sees his red cheeks and hears his stuttering words the worse he becomes.

— in fact, the sight helps to make the hair on the back of his neck stand on its ends, trickling down his spine in a small shiver before landing squarely between his legs. that's when he knows he's completely lost it.

siete has to take his own hand and cover his mouth, biting into his leather glove as he groans in frustration. this... is becoming more of an inconvenience than he thought possible, and he needs to end it soon before he does something he'll regret more than what he'll inevitably do. his other hand moves up to cup the side of six's cheek, tracing along his jawline before his fingers grasp the end of his chin, tilting it upwards toward him. ]

Why haven't you run? [ he asks sharply and challengingly, because six had every opportunity to stop this as much as siete had. the other hand finds his way down his side and toward the small of his back, pulling him against his body now. thank goodness they're heavily armored— otherwise, there is no doubt he'll have felt something else entirely below. ] I'm sorry, Six, you're not going anywhere. Will you just— allow me, this once?

[ he's moving in now, breathing heavy puffs of breath behind his ear. ]

You've always looked much cuter without the mask, you know— I've got to make due with the time that I have. [ he can't help but laugh. he sounds fucking insane. ] Do you not feel anything for me at all? Why aren't you pushing me away, my kitty cat? If you don't stop me, who knows what I'll do to you.

[ this is a mess.

the longer they allow themselves to consider the what if's, the worse the outcomes will become. six knows this is exactly what's going to happen. he knows that if he doesn't push away the man who now has completely caged him in his arms, then what comes next is something they'll both regret. their relationship already teeters on a precious balance, barely present if anything, capable of going either way. all it would take is one step in the wrong direction, and it'll come apart at the seams.

it's already starting to unravel right in front of him.

when siete holds him, caresses the side of his face before guiding him where to look, there's no telling how flushed he looks. it's embarrassing enough to think about, let alone imagine how bad it really is when it just feels like they're something much more than just a brainless leader and his unruly subordinate. they've never gotten this close for the entirety they've known each other, so once siete closes in, persistently chasing after what he wants, the erune takes this as his opportunity to break free.

with teeth gritted, he draws his head back and... practically headbutts the other eternal. it's going to hurt like hell because siete is a hardheaded man, but there's a good reason for it: hopefully, it'll knock six right out of the spell's grip too. ]

Bastard!

[ his voice is scarcely above a whisper. his head aches from where it connected with the other, dizzying and unpleasant, and yet it feels as if a fog is slowly lifting.

he's glaring now, his eyes alight with simmering anger. more so at himself than siete because the only reason why he hadn't done this earlier is all thanks to the antlers just a few ways away from him. he hasn't completely broken free of its influence, so he understands - as much as it pains him to admit - that siete isn't doing any of this out of his own accord.

the leader of the eternals may be an idiot, but he isn't reckless. (for the most part.) ]

Let go, and we can forget about this.

[ with an underlying threat: let go, and he won't have to beat you up. ]

[ siete would never expect what was to come with the way he sighs and draws his head back; it looked like surrender, to be honest, and there was something almost sad about that. see, if he fights this, then it means that there's still a bit of six's sanity left in him, hope where it's lost for siete already. he uses this opportunity to move closer and perhaps end this, once and for all—

but their lips never touch; instead, his skull finds his in the most violent way, knocking the senses out of siete and nearly tumbling him over. it doesn't irritate him as much as it should; he's too used to this kind of resistence from six especially. so yes, his head his throbbing and he's cursing under his breath, but it doesn't discourage him or knock him out. he instead seizes him by the neck and keeps him firmly in place against the wall. ]

Haha, you really are one mean cat, Six. [ his senses have been taken completely at this point, acting in accordance to the will of the antlers rather than what he wants: to get away from this and never speak of it again. ] Maybe I should've housebroken you better, hm~?

[ he can't help but laugh at the thought of it. yes, this is a cat that is in desperate need of some domestic training. ]

C'mon, I know you're strong! If you want to stop me, then you'll have to do much better than that!

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[ it all happens too quickly.

before six realizes what's going on, there's already a hand on his neck, pressing him up against the wall with strength that's only befitting of an eternal. his breath catches in his throat, both hands reaching up to seek purchase around the armoured wrist. there it is, he thinks. there's a reason why siete is the leader of the eternals regardless all of the dramatics, because underneath that comical behaviour lies the terrifying truth.

it doesn't surprise the erune that it's come to this, but it does make him wonder what took so long. do the antlers have a tighter grip on siete compared to him? it seems like that's the case, because the more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense why the man sounds as though he's basically lost his mind.

his ears twitch. someone doesn't really appreciate the housebroken comment. ]

... Shut up.

[ that's all the warning siete gets. given how close the man is, it's easy enough for six to knee him right where it's going to hurt, applying enough force to hopefully dislodge his grip. the erune doesn't stop there either: there's no time to recover given because once he has the room, he aims a punch to the face for good measure.

this is what he asked for, anyway. six isn't going to entertain any complaints. ]

[ trust siete to be the one who would more easily succumb to the influences of an outside source, similarly to the incident involving the reverant sword. but its grip indeed sinks deep into his heart, to the point where siete is uncertain if these are residual feelings that's been nestled away for too long, and the antlers simply woke it back up. siete thinks back to all the times he'd made jokes, making his peers unsure if anything comes out of his mouth is real, but now he feels at the other line of his own jokes.

it's too much, watching himself do what he's doing to the erune. his body desires much more now than a kiss, he thinks, and his stomach twists in self-degradation. regardless, it doesn't stop him from continuing this quest— after all, he's at the point of no return. nothing can save him now. ]

Augh!! [ comes the pained cry when six's knee meets his groin, causing him to double over. six makes use of this, it seems, and the leader in him is proud that he's able to weasel his way out of his vice grip, even though it's at the expense of his own dignity. the punch finally sends him back. suddenly, through the stinging pain, he smells the iron of his blood and feels the damp trail of blood that spills gently from his nostril. still doubled over, siete glances up, wiping the blood off with the back of his glove. ]

You're giving me mixed signals, Six. [ his voice isn't in his usual sing-song; it's deep and uncharacteristically serious. ] Must you make this so difficult? We could have kissed and gotten it over with—

[ as he stands straight, the summons his sword spirits— five of them, pointing in six's direction. ]

Now look at us! Now we have to fight, don't we~? [ he smirks. ] What do you say, Six? We get serious, see who gets to be the judge of how this night goes?

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siete!!! :hype: also rng says red antlers 😔

[tips cowboy hat] now i gotta figure how to demask him

at least others have proven it's an easy feat. :sob:

justice at last...

gomen abt this useless tsun

are you tho

not rly but u know gestures wildly

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ii-a

siete!!! :hype: also rng says red antlers 😔

[tips cowboy hat] now i gotta figure how to demask him

at least others have proven it's an easy feat. :sob:

justice at last...

gomen abt this useless tsun

are you tho

not rly but u know *gestures wildly*

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not rly but u know gestures wildly