[ SEPTEMBER CATCH-ALL ] we will welcome summer’s ghost.

[passio]

WHO: dextera and the crew
WHERE: all over!
WHEN: september… the whole 30 days.
WHAT: quests and whatever else crops up over the course of the month!
WARNINGS: nothing yet!


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[withwisdom]

[ alright, good! hopefully. she has no sense of how... intense this is. urrggh. she's going to need a long bath after this, it's so indecent. but he's a victim here and she has to remember that. ]

I need you to focus. Regain yourself. You're stronger than this spell on you. [ and cautiously she takes a step forward, hoping she doesn't regret this. ] This isn't you. Please, Dextera.

[passio]

[ he is not even a little bit stronger than this spell on him.

she steps closer, close enough that dextera feels like she’s making a move on him—usually, when he’s like this, people tell him to go away and they mean it, and it works inasmuch as “making him hover nearby with a boner” is working. ]

Ahh…

[ she’s close… because she wants him? that’s his train of thought, and he breathes out a gross sound, his gaze going straight for her modestly clothed chest. ]

[withwisdom]

Hey!

[ she snaps her fingers in his face, seething. ]

Up here, not down there. Ugh, this is hopeless. Please, if you can hear me, give me a sign. Last chance.

[passio]

[ hm? he hears “please” and “last chance,” and so dextera knows exactly what he must do. it’s like she didn’t snap at him at all, or else he might have learned his lesson long before it had to come to this. ]

…

[ with a focus so tight it’d be comical in any other situation, he reaches out for her breasts, hand cupped, and please stop him before he actually makes contact ]

1/2

[withwisdom]

[ and she just snatches him by the wrist before he gets a feel. ]

Right then. [ well this is going to happen, but there's surprisingly no guilt in her. just annoyance. ] Well, this worked the last time I had to do it! Forgive me Dextera. You're a close friend and I care for you very much. Don't take this personally.

[withwisdom]

[ she breathes in tight and then swings her free hand right at his cheek, channeling all her anger at this lunacy. spoilers: it's a lot of anger and this is going to sting. ]

[passio]

—?!

[ you know, normally, a slap is not enough to break him free of something like this. it takes his own purification or a healthy dose of drugs to get his head cleared, but this one just hurts so bad. it’s the strength of a punch with all the stinging of a slap, and tears well up automatically in his eyes as he genuinely stumbles right back onto his ass from the force of her strike. ]

…

[ and then, he blinks up at her, uncomprehending. ]

[withwisdom]

[ ah, that felt oddly good? she really needs to learn healthier forms of expressing rage. she rubs the back of her neck and kneels down to check on him. poor boy. ]

Back to your senses?

[passio]

[ dextera’s face is going numb and tears are trickling down his cheeks, but yeah, he’s fine. that wing should probably go in the nearest incinerator, but for now, he’s looking at zelda like he has no idea what just happened. ]

…

[ he nods, and then looks down at his hand—the one that almost grabbed her. did he…? ]

[withwisdom]

[ oh, she definitely hit too hard. a grimace settles across her expression and she pulls out a handkerchief from her back pocket, leaning a little over so she can pat it across his cheeks to rid the tears. and she can sense from his expression that he's confused. ]

You touched a fairy wing and... well the less I speak on it the better.

[ ...she really hopes nobody walked by and saw that. the attempted groping or that she's kneeling over him injured and tearing. ]

[passio]

[ it’s not the first time he’s gotten a good hard thwack to the face, but he’s grateful for the way zelda dabs at his tears. it’s sweeter than he would expect, after all that, and he can appreciate it with complete innocence now that he’s not lusty. ]

…

[ he knows what the wing does, of course, and his stomach sinks. ]

Did I… say something?

[withwisdom]

Um...

[ her awkward hum to match the expression on her face perhaps tells a good story about what he said. but- ]

It may be best for me to not repeat anything. You weren't in your right mind after all.

[passio]

[ no, noooo ]

Ah…

[ he drags his fingers down his face and he tries not to look like he’s going to evaporate on the spot. of all the people to subject to that, why did it have to be zelda? ]

I’m… so sorry.

[withwisdom]

It's ok! [ well, not really. it's ok because he's back to normal now. ] I'm just glad you're in your right mind now... hm though I do wish I didn't have to hit you.

[ she pulls away the handkerchief and pockets it again, thinking he looks marginally better, before tugging on the sleeve of his wrist. ]

Let me help you get back home. And also - get rid of that wing? Please.

[ any other wing is fine to keep or hide, but sin wings are no good. ]