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OPEN ☆ If we were in a perfect world

Who: Shell Overlord (

steponme) & OPEN
What: Catch-all Log, now with open prompts!!
When: End of April - Start of May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Awkward boners, violence

Fight Club | cw: violence, mind control
[For those who venture down to the see the underground fights, they might find a peculiar scene waiting for them. Standing in the arena and awaiting his opponent is Shell. But for those who know him, there's really no questions that he's not exact;y the fighting type. What's he doing there? Well...]

A. VS (Previous CR only please!)
[...it looks like he's your opponent today. He doesn't look very intimidating, not particularly dressed down beyond having taken off his jacket and scarf, and he doesn't seem to be holding a weapon of any kind. But something you might notice is that a good chunk of the crowd seems to be stepping back. You probably haven't seen what he can do yet -- but even the refferee looks a little standoffish, climbing up over the barricade to stand atop it, out of reach. But as for Shell-- well, he didn't expect to see anyone he knew here.]

...what are you doing here?

B. Domination (OTA)
[...it looks like his battle is about to start. If you're smart, and you've chosen to follow the crowd in sitting in one of the higher seats, then you'll only see the "battle" play out. Shell enters, and just as his opponent starts getting into stance to fight, he suddenly freezes and collapses to his knees. As Shell steps closer, the man starts to scream, pleading for it to "stop" -- whatever it is. Eventually, Shell leans down and whispers something to him, and he starts screaming for the refferee that he gives up.]

[But if you were curious enough to stay as close to the ring as possible, then you'll get to experience what those sitting in the higher seats can only watch: a strong sense of fear and dread seemingly emanates off the battle arena, causing those sitting closest to experience effects similar to the man in the ring. Some start crying, others scream, but most of them only stand and stare in petrified silence. Even the refferee seems affected for a few moments, taking far too long to end the match and give Shell the win.]

[And the moment he does, the heavy atmosphere disappears as suddenly as it appeared. But as Shell heads off stage to wait for his next match, for some reason, he doesn't look very happy about it.]

[ooc: Feel free to alter prompts as you see fit! Let me know in Prompt A whether your character will be effected by Shell's pheromones, as they have a 25% chance of failing entirely. Please note that if you choose to have your character sit too close in Prompt B, they will be affected as well. If you'd like to avoid that, have them sit further back!]

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Dragon blood?

[He knew dragons were a thing in Wyver by now, yes, but why use their blood? It seemed like an odd choice to him.]

Is there some sort of special property to it? [He asks already knowing the answer -- he knows Reign wouldn't throw something random into one of his perfumes unless there was a purpose behind it, after all.]

[But it's strange. He can't quite place it, but there's something different about the air now. Something that has him leaning in closer with zero hesitation when Reign speaks in a loud whisper, eyes lingering on the way Reign bites at his lower lip.]

[ Reign nodded eagerly, not yet noticing any changes in Shell. ]

Yes, indeed they do. To tell you the truth, I've tried some dragon's blood before while doing a quest. Didn't end up too well, but anyway, it's supposed to give you a sense of confidence, make you bolder and dare to do things you otherwise wouldn't.

It also burns like very strong alcohol. [ He made a face at that. ] Tastes quite nice, though. A bit spicy.

[ When Shell leaned closer, Reign instinctively backed up a bit. Not that Reign usually minded, but there was a rather familiar look in his friend's eyes that had Reign's pulse jumping a bit. ]

Urm... do you feel any differently? Maybe it doesn't work the same way with perfumes.

[Did Reign bite a goddamn dragon.......... this is the mental image he has for a good 15 seconds while Reign explains the dragon blood, so he doesn't catch much of it. But hey, if Reign could drink it, maybe so could he...?]

[But then Reign steps away from him... and that's strange. He doesn't really like that. And so he steps forward, once more closing the distance between them.]

I don't feel any different, no... but what's wrong? Is the smell too strong for you?

[ What did Shell took Reign for? How could he bite a dragon without getting bitten by the creature in return? Heck, it could have used its massive tail to whack Reign, or flew away with its large wings.

Again when Shell stepped forward, Reign took one back, and like some cliche romance, found his back hitting against the wall. Err... ]

Ah, no. Not at all. You just look... a bit odd.

[ Like that time when Reign was on his knees with Shell towering over him, whip in his hands. Almost. The strange thing was, Shell wasn't even using his pheromones now. ]

[WELL THEN the second Reign's back hits the wall, he'll find Shell reaching out his arm and placing his hand against the wall by Reign's head -- the perfect kabe-don.]

Really? Because I think you're the one acting odd right now.

[Sorry, did Reign think he wasn't using his Pheromones? They've been acting up lately, so it's not until he reaches up to place a hand under Reign's chin and tilt his face up that Reign will smell--]

[...roses? A very strong, very distinct scent of roses. There's no fear, no intimidation, the air isn't heavy at all... but they're definitely working right now.]

[It's just, the only part of them that is working is the aphrodisiac. Which is subtle enough that he won't notice it right away, instead the effects coming on gradually, and growing stronger the longer they linger in the air.]

And I'm not just talking about right now. You've been more distant than usual for a while now. You don't touch me as easily, you don't flirt with me... it's subtle. But did you really think I wouldn't notice?

[ Oh... Oh! This was quite an unexpected turn of event. It brought back memories long ago of Shell domming him. Well, almost. But it was a close reminder.

Then there was the telltale scent of roses. Reign was most certain that he hadn't included rose essence in this particular perfume, so where... Ah... It was coming from Shell. Reign hadn't know that Shell's pheromones smelled like roses until he was here in Nysa, breathing in the different scent of flowers and connecting the dots. ]

Is... is t-that so? [ Was he stuttering? Why was he? Shell wasn't someone he should be wary of, at least not anymore. The scent of rose was making Reign dizzy as he glanced up into Shell's piercing green eyes, suddenly feeling all too warm. ] I was... busy, as you know. With the perfume business and all. [ That was a lame excuse, though there was a deeper reason why Reign kept a bit of his distance, knowing Shell and Eric's relationship. Did Shell miss his closeness? The way he often clung to Shell? Maybe Reign really had neglected his friend a bit. ]

Then why are you only just now asking for my help? Why won't you depend on me a little more?

[All these things he's saying... they're thoughts he's had, certainly. But not thoughts he was ever really planning to voice. After all, his more rational self knew there were good explanations for all of this. Some were obvious, some less so... and some he really had no idea about. But there was no reason to bring them up when ultimately the only reason they were a problem at all was because Shell was being too needy.]

[But then... Reign himself said that was fine, didn't he?]

[And so Shell leans in closer -- dangerously close, his breath hot against Reign's lips, with Shell pointedly maintaining that small distance between them.]

You were the one who told me to be as needy as I wanted. And we both know I need you.

[His hand smooths upward, now resting on Reign's cheek.]

But I need you to need me too.

[ That seemed to jolt something in Reign, he opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again. ]

I had thought to give you some space to explore on your own. I didn't want to be too overbearing when you might need some time alone.

[ Especially with Shell coming from that particular time. But perhaps Reign had neglected the fact that Shell would want to depend on him, that Reign would still yearn to seek him out. ]

So I—

[ Reign sucked in a quick breath at the sudden closeness, felt the heat of Shell's breath against his lips. Oh, how easy it would be to lean it and capture those tempting lips. He missed it. If things hadn't ended the way it did, would he and Shell have had a chance? ]

I do, Shell. [ He said as he leaned into Shell's palm, reaching his own up to touch Shell's hand, squeezing gently. ] But is this all right with you? [ Was this right? Reign didn't know, not when Shell's pheromones was clouding his senses, the rational part of his mind. ]

[Was this all right... was what all right? This? Them? The feeling of Reign's breath against his lips, the sound of his heart racing in his chest? The cool feeling of Reign's hand against his own?]

Reign...

[The next words that leave Shell's lips are words Shell never intended to say to Reign.]

[Words that were ultimately true, easily pieced together-- but surrounded by circumstances far more complicated, that made pointing out such a thing almost cruel.]

...you know I wasn't the one who broke our engagement.

[Shell had said yes. Shell had wanted to say yes. And maybe if he had never met One, things might have ended up different between them. Painful in a different way, no doubt -- he was still an abnormal, after all -- but different nonetheless.]

[But he's not saying this to be cruel.]

[He's saying it so Reign understands the storm brewing in his heart as he leans forward and steals Reign's lips into a kiss.]

[ When Shell said his name, Reign had half expected to be kissed, but the words that came out next seemed to send a lance through his heart.

Reign had been the one who broke the engagement in the end, hadn't he? Calling it off after finding out Shell's true nature, having known that they couldn't never be an item. If Reign had pursue the matter, would things have went differently? After all, that did have some feelings for each other then. ]

Shell—

[ Whatever Reign wanted to say next were swallowed by Shell's lips on his, taking him by surprise. He wanted to push Shell back, to make sense of this sudden turn of event, his free hand already placed on the other's chest. But rather than put some distance between them, Reign's fingers curled around the front of Shell's shirt, tugging him closer as he moaned into the kiss.

Damn, he shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't fair to Shell or Eric. And yet it felt so good, the sweet cloying scent of rose having overpowered the tester perfume. ]

[How long has it been since they've kissed? The feeling of Reign's lips against his own, hungry and yearning, feel so familiar and warm. It makes him want more, to run his hand up into Reign's hair and press against him, feeling his body against his own--]

[But it's not meant to last. Indeed, the strength of Shell's pheromones have damn near completely wiped away all trace of the perfume. And as the last of it filtered out of the air, so too are the overwhelming effects brought on by the dragon blood erased.]

[It's slow at first. What was once fiercely passionate kissing quiets down into something gentle, almost sweet. His hands move down to Reign's shoulders, and he gently pushes him back...]

I-I... Reign? What... just...

[...]

[And now he's making his face, pushing himself a full arms-length back -- but not letting go either. The scent of roses quickly fades away to nothing, as he struggles to sputter out an apology, his face bright red.]

I-I'm sorry! I used my pheromone without thinking! I don't know what came over me, I just... s-suddenly...

[ He could really get used to this, used to having Shell need him. Not just emotionally but physically as well. Part of Reign's mind was letting out warning sounds, though the larger part enjoyed what Shell was doing to him. It felt scary, almost, as if Shell was going to eat him up with how passionately he was kissing Reign.

On the other hand, Reign was kissing back with just as much fervor, the passion gradually dying to a low simmer until Shell pushed him back. Though really, there wasn't anywhere Reign could go since his back was already pressed to the way.

His eyelids flutter open, the effects of Shell's pheromones still running its course in his system. ]

Shell...

[ Why did Shell look confused? ]

[ Then the apologies came in and Reign blinked, noting that lingering scent of rose was gone, though the simmering heat from the after effects of the kiss remained in him. ]

Shell...

[ That hadn't been intentional? It was almost unheard of for their kind to lose control over their pheromones. Maybe in the heat of a situation, perhaps. But... ]

No, no... Did something happen before you started using your pheromones?

I-I don't know? I don't think so, I just-- I can't explain what came over me. I just saw you standing there and got... angry? No, not that, but...

[A pause. And then looking back at Reign, still blushing like mad.]

What... did you say the dragon blood could do again?

[ Maybe Shell had drank or eaten something he wasn't supposed to? Who knows.

But it wasn't like Shell to be careless, unless it happened without his knowledge. ]

Urm... [ Reign counted off his fingers. ] It increases your stamina, gives you a confidence boost, possibly make you aggressive, make you bolder and do things you usually wouldn't think of doing.

[ Hmm... Some of it seemed to describe what had happened to Shell. ]

...don't you think that kind of sounds like what just happened?

[REIGN YOU DRUGGED HIM]

[AND MADE HIM WEIRD]

[...]

[AND NOTHING HE SAID WAS UNTRUE and somehow that makes it that much more embarrassing.]

[ ... ]

Really?

[ ...

Oh. ]

That does seem like the case. Maybe I used too much dosage of dragon blood.

[ Now Reign was muttering to himself, the wheels of his mind whirring furiously to solve the formula of this particular perfume. ]

Perhaps I shouldn't have used that Verrilium sap either. [ Because rumour was that it was something of a truth serum. ] Oh yes, reduce the amount of dragon blood. Add something a bit sweet, maybe?

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[And then... and then Reign goes right back into perfume mode. He seems remarkably calm about what just happened, all things considered. Was he just that distracted by his new business...? He sure didn't seem distracted while he was sucking on Shell's face.]

[Well, seeing as Shell still has a firm grip of both his shoulders -- he's just gonna shake him a little.]

R-Reign! Come on, shouldn't we talk about this!?

[ Being deep in his thoughts, Reign was rudely pulled back when Shell shook his shoulders, looking comical with his head bobbing back and forth.

He raised his hands, offering his surrender. ]

Sorry, you're right. We should talk about this.

So... [ He grinned, tapping his chin as he leaned slightly towards Shell. ]

Tell me what else did you feel. Only anger? Ah, but did the perfume smell nice to you? Not too overpowering?

[...]

[He's gonna push him back up against the wall.]

That's not what I meant and you know it! Come on, I-- I can't be the only one feeling... confused right now...

[...or is he? Surely Reign wasn't carrying the torch for him for three years after the failed proposal. Obviously Shell has no idea what became of himself during those years, but it was obvious they weren't anything else but friends. And those little differences he's noticed in Reign... maybe Reign really didn't feel the same as he did back then?]

[Which made sense. And it was better if he didn't. Rationally, Shell knows and understands this.]

[...]

[So why does it hurt? This isn't fair.]

[He gives Reign a light shove against the wall again before pulling back, crossing his arms and putting on a more natural sulky expression.]

The perfume smelled fine. It was subtle and not so overpowering that anyone would think it to be too much, unless perhaps someone decided to bathe in it.

I don't know what else it made me feel-- but it didn't feel unpleasant.

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