ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

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the test drive meme. ❧ let's do this. Anyone can post to the test drive meme, including duplicates! Please put your character name and canon in the title of your comment. All threads are considered open to everyone! Tag around and make some friends (or enemies)! If you decide to apply to the game, you can use your TDM threads for your app samples! You only need to provide seven comments if you use TDM samples. You can't be "late" to a TDM! This will be considered open until the next one goes live next month. You can make up your own scenario, interact with one of the locations in the game, use the welcome process of your character selecting a god house, or use our optional prompt below! You do not need to pick a god house to play on the TDM! You can have your character still in the process of discussing/deciding/despairing instead. If you are accepted to the game, you can keep TDM threads as game canon as long as you fudge some of the details depending on your original thread. If you aren't sure exactly how to do this, you can always ask a mod. Reserves open on May 25 at 12:01AM PST and close on May 31 at 11:59PM PST. Applications open on June 1 at 12:01AM PST and close on June 7 at 11:59PM PST. Please always feel free to contact the mods if you have any questions! Have fun, dear (future?) Wanderers. ♥ ❧ optional scenario. As you enter Asgard proper, many of the natives have gathered into curious crowds to greet these mysterious children of the World Tree. Some of them carry baskets of flowers and nervously offer one to any Wanderers that come near. They are vibrant and colorful, picked from the wilds surrounding Asgard, and they might have an odd effect on your character if they sniff the flowers directly. Purple flowers will make your character very giggly and easily amused by everything they see and hear. Orange flowers will make your character feel very warm all over, like the sun is beating down on them directly. Blue flowers will make your character somewhat short and impatient with anything that seems like even a minor inconvenience to them. Effects of the flowers can wear off anywhere between a few minutes to an hour. And for those new to Asgard, this scenario aligns with some of the general curses we might have in the game! navigation.

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[dorzalta]

Same room, same house. Here, that might not mean much of anything with implications. Back in their world, however, it held a rather specific meaning to it. Was it her place to assume he meant in both worlds? He spoke of painting doors red here.

"Better to place a roof over a guest's head." Finally, she looks away from him and off to the side, where she watches the natives. "We could follow one to see where they head to. It might be better to explore the area."

And know where to escape to, if the situation ever calls for it.

[northerndragon]

He shrugs, conceding her point.

“We could.” Then, “They might notice. Might not like it much, either. But there are a few things to see in this place. We can always ask for their aid in finding them.”

The way she looks away from him, though, makes him realize what he’s said.

“Dany, I didn’t mean to assume too much.”

[dorzalta]

It's a sound enough plan. Better to start with something as opposed to stumbling around, completely lost and unsure. Whether she's here for a day or years, she's no intention of settling without trying her best to find a way home. This isn't their world. It isn't their place to settle.

She looks back at him, frowning. "I didn't think you were."

If only she could leave it at that. It's easier to not think upon these things, to wonder about how far love can go between them, to see whether it could withstand the upcoming wars. She purposely didn't think of the future because of their war against the dead: what guarantee is there that they'll survive it?

But it's bright in her mind with him calling attention to it. It'd hovered in her periphery when they first spoke of home and how he makes her want one--with him. Of course it's a logical conclusion to make.

(Why can't she say the word then, even in her mind?)

"I'm not avoiding it." Not quite true, but also not untrue. "You said every part of me, but there are more parts. It's not just me, it's my dragons and my people, it's conquering and breaking the wheel, it's ruling."

Does he want all of her, knowing that?

oh, Jon. :c

[northerndragon]

“How long did I spend on Dragonstone?” They both know: months. “Then more than a moon on the ship, the time north of the wall, the time on the ship going back down south. I had time to see you, and time to think about what I’d seen, and what I wanted, though I thought I might be a fool to want anything. I had no right.”

He shifts his weight, looking down at her. “Every part of you.”

[dorzalta]

Long enough to quit brooding, she might've teased. Instead, she's listening with a painful attentiveness, and the more she hears, the more her brows furrow. They've quite the timing to be discussing this in the midst of a new world, surrounded by strangers. But maybe the timing is perfect for it, because there are no wars or preparations to make, nothing to busy themselves with in a bid to avoid mulling over it for too long.

"Why? Why wouldn't you have a right?"

Unconsciously, she shifts with him. "What if I was queen of nothing?"

[northerndragon]

He concedes that: “Maybe I had a right, by then. I was a king — still a bastard, but a king.” He has always walked a fine line, exercising his own authority without, he thought, too much presumption about its limits... except in the matter of Winterfell.

“As to the rest of it....” He’s not completely sure why she’s asking, but he tries to give her an answer nonetheless. “You’re not, any more than I’m Lord Stark. But I think I would love you if you turned up in rags with no shoes on your feet.”

[dorzalta]

He'll get a shove to the belly for that. "You've always had a right. I don't care about you being a king or--" She makes a face, finding the word distasteful because of the way it's used in this context, "--or a bastard."

This is Westeros and noble families talking. Highborn and their statuses, which hardly matter here in this place. He might've been a knight or a lord and turned into someone like the Kingslayer or her brother with all that entitlement, had things been different. A bastard... what about her mother and her landed knight? Why should it matter?

All of these thoughts cross her mind in quick succession, like little birds taking flight. She's reaching to cup both his cheeks and stare at him. To make a point of her words. They don't matter. Not to her.

And then she's kissing him.

[northerndragon]

“I know that. But — “ His expression is helpless again. He can’t behave as if he knows that; he’s never been able to. Sharp lines were always drawn when he was a boy, and he knows, too, that he’s luckier about where they were drawn than most. He could have been raised as a servant, or he could have been raised on a farm somewhere, or by the Karstarks or the Umbers.

Before he can say more, her hands are on his cheeks and his jaws, and she’s kissing him. And he lets her tug him down into the kiss, and stays there, his tongue sliding between her lips.

Before today, they’d never kissed like this with so many people around. But he remembers the feeling of it, or at least the feeling that seems to be almost within their grasp: it’s what living among the Free Folk is like. Everyone is less careful to hide things like this, because there’s no reason to hide them.

When it breaks, he says, “We don’t have to decide today; we don’t have to know today. But when you wish it, we’ll try to find a way. Is that all right?”

[dorzalta]

What's around them? Nothing. Only his tongue brushing against hers. His lips soft, the light scrape of his hair tickling her face when they shift in the kiss. Her hands on his cheeks, touch reverent. His arms around her, keeping her near--not that she would ever stray.

There's a stark difference between an openness witnessed with the Dothraki's life and this. This, where her heart is bared to the sun shining above, and to him, and to all of the strangers around them. The others don't make her feel naked, but he does. He's a way of peeling back her layers to see her.

She tries to do it back. To see him.

He makes it easy when he speaks. I want it, her look says. The words are a touch harder, only because she's yet to wrap her mind around it all. Her mind still hovers around how he's possibly real. How is he real and hers?

She nods in answer to him. Leans in to kiss him again, a kiss which bleeds into another, and then her words whispered against his lips: "Come with me."

[northerndragon]

It’s easy, almost dangerously so, to forget the world when he gets wrapped up in her. Maybe that’s something they can’t afford to do, can’t afford to get used to. But already, this place makes it easier, and he understands the look in her eyes.

That doesn’t mean he’ll be able to hold onto the understanding; it doesn’t mean he won’t question it all again. Not her love for him, but how far it can go, and where, and when.

Just now it seems like it’s about to go very far indeed. He always wants her, but this has crept over into wanting her now, and the way she’s trying to tug him away tells him he’s not alone in this. He’ll be cursing all his layers of leather in a few minutes, when they find a place, but for the moment, he’s grateful for them.

“Where?” he murmurs, pulling away from her mouth just enough to ask.

[dorzalta]

"Anywhere." Wherever they can find some privacy, away from eyes and ears. "This way."

It's reluctantly that she pulls back, hand blindly groping for his. He's in his leathers and layers and she's in markedly less, attire worn on Dragonstone before the weather grew colder and colder. Once she finds his hand, she steps from within his arms and tugs him after her. A step backwards, her eyes on his. His lips are kiss swollen and red; the sight makes her own twist in a mischievous smile.

These lands are new to her, unmapped in her mind. Not very difficult, however, to step away from the gathering of natives and Wanderers and off toward the trees. Further off, there's open land. Sigyn's domain from what she understands of it.

[northerndragon]

He doesn’t know what she’s smiling at, but he lets her tug him into the trees. If she wants to be away from people, so be it. And there haven’t been any warnings not to stray.

“It’s pretty here,” he observes. Not as pretty as the North, not the same wild beauty, but pleasant enough.

She is a small woman, and the trees around her make her look smaller. When there seems to be a bit of distance between them and the small crowd, he presses her up against one to kiss her again.

[dorzalta]

continuing here.