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“Maidin, Dane,” Roan said as she passed Dane in the breakfast hall, dropping a kiss on his cheek on her way to the breakfast line.
“Maidin!” He shouted after her while continuing to focus on his meal.
“My den? The fuck does that mean?” Riven said from his place across the table from Dane.
“It means morning, it’s just a greeting,” Dane replied disinterestedly, very focused on eating his breakfast.
“Yeah, but like, in what language? I’ve never heard it before,” Riven questioned, voice trailing off as he began to feel self-conscious about asking a questionably academic question.
“It’s Irish,” Dane said, finally looking up from his plate,” Roan’s first language is Irish.”
“Really? I mean, I guess that explains the accent, doesn’t it?” Riven said with a surprised but understanding look on his face, nodding along like things were starting to finally make sense.
“Wot are you lads talking about? Making fun of me accent again are ye?” Roan said as she returned to the table with her food. She sat down in her usual spot to the left of Dane. “Ye may think my accent is bad, but just ye wait, go out into the {old world} and see if those wretches can make heads or tails of what ye’re sayin. They won’t, not at all!” She exclaimed with the righteous indignation that could only come from having to defend her accent multiple times.
“Yeah, yeah, we get it. Your accent is normal, we all suck, blah, blah, blah,” Riven said in a mocking manor, waving his hand around like batting away her words. “What’s this I hear about you knowing Irish? I didn’t even know that was a language,” he muttered the last part to himself.
“Aye, me first language is Irish, Sister Maguire would have me no other way. She made sure I knew Irish, Gaelic, and basic Latin before letting me even look at a lick of English. Something about needing to know my mother tongues before exploring foreign ones,” Roan explained with a fond, dreamy look on her face. Only for it to be interrupted by a mildly bemused look when she gets a ping of arousal from both of the boys sitting with her.
“Now I know why Dane found that hot, he’s got a language kink, but Riven? What part of that turned ye on?” she asked confusedly not understanding his interest and not wanting to dig into his mind.
“Well you said sister, so you mean, like, nuns and shit, yeah?” Riven asked, waiting for her to nod in agreement, “The image of you dressed up as a sexy nun came to mind, is coming to mind really. Can’t stop thinking about it. And with Dane as, like, one of those father guys, ya know? It’s kinda hot,” Riven said with a slightly bashful look, not used to being so honest so quickly.
As Riven explained his mini-fantasy Roan and Dane both began to blush, their mocha tones quickly turning alarming shades of red. By the end of his explanation, Roan was lying with her face down on the table while Dane stared pointedly in the other direction. Riven, catching on to what was happening looked between the two of them, jaw slowly dropping further and further as he kept darting his eyes from one to the other.
“No way. Really? Who’s idea was it? How did it go down? Did you wear authentic costumes or fakes?” Riven asked, launching question after question, intent on getting as many details as possible. He couldn’t believe that these two first years were already this kinky. And he couldn’t believe that they’d already tried out his roleplay idea! Now how was he gonna convince Dane to wear a skimpy preacher costume? If they’d already done it then they wouldn’t want to do it again. It was weird religious fetish play, no one was ever really willing to do it more than once.
“Well, we haven’t done it yet, but we were preparing to do it over the break,” Dane said, still staring steadfastly to the side. He was mildly embarrassed because of the reminder of their weird kinks, but he was also kind of giddy.
'Riven has the same weird kinks as us, Red. That’s gotta mean something, right?' He thought pointedly, knowing Roan was occupying her usual spot in the back of his head.
'It certainly means that the sex’ll be grand. I mean look at him, he’s already such a massive fuckin’ ride. Plus he’s freaky, sometimes I wonder if we’re just living in one of your weird sex dreams', Roan projected into Dane’s mind as a response.
'I hope we never wake up', he thought. “And we were still debating on real costumes versus fakes,” he adds on, as an afterthought.
“Well what’re the pros and cons of the real ones?” Riven asks, carrying on the tangent of the conversation in a more serious manner than it constituted.
“Well a pro is, of course, authenticity. Real robes will give us a realer feel to things, and they’ll make it easier for Roan to cast the illusion,” Dane stated with a slight enthusiasm.
“Illusion? You can use that kind of magic during sex?” Riven asked in awe, he may not know a lot about faeries but he did know that illusion magic was hard even while undistracted. To do it while in the middle of sex, that was other worldly.
“It’s a basic illusion spell that’s meant for long story-tellings, I’m just using it to my advantage.” Roan shrugged, having gotten over her initial embarrassment. She and Dane did weird shit together, and more people knew than less. And Riven wasn’t exactly a Saint either.
“Wow, strongest fairy since ever, and she uses it for sex. Can you get any hotter? Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. Now what are the cons?” Riven asked, putting their conversation back on track.
“The cons are that the authentic robes are, well, community robes. All the fathers have worn them at least once and they’re so old that they’ve just been collecting psychic residue. The last thing I want is to be in the middle of sucking dick and then be pulled into Father Carmichael’s memory of baptizing me,” Roan explained with a deep shudder.
“Yeah no, thas disgustin’. We’ll just see who they buy them from and get a few from there,” Riven said decisively with a shrug.
“We?” Roan asked, amusement obvious in her tone. She was happy Riven was coming out of his asshole shell, but that doesn't mean she's not going to tease him for his presumptuous behavior.
"Well, we're together now. Right? So, ya know, maybe I could like watch? Or somethin, whatever nevermind." Riven said, quickly losing his confidence in the face of Roan's teasing. He knew she was joking, but he'd never been a real committed relationship before. He didn't know if he could ask to share in something that they'd originally planned to do alone.
'Roan...maybe don't tease the insecure puppy for wanting to be closer to us? Besides, he has a point.' Dane thinks to Roan while glaring softly at her before turning back to his food.
"Riven, you fecking idiot, of course we're together. And if you think you're getting out of playin a guilty catholic boy, you're out of your fecking mind." Roan exclaimed while catching Riven's eye. She sent a feeling of affection and happiness towards him, hoping he would understand that she'd meant no harm.
"Roan, that feels so fucking weird. Like my heart and my penis are being hugged at the same time. Does it feel like that all the time?" The question was directed to Dane, who's head was still buried in his plate.
"Huh? What? Why your dick? I usually feel it in my nipples, occasionally my balls when Roan's feeling frisky. But seriously, do you want to be the priest or the little boy that the priest diddles? They're both very important parts to play. Unless you wanna be a nun with Roan, your waist would probably suit a corset, yeah?" Dane says, peeking up from his meal briefly.
Riven's face flushed, his pale skin rapidly taking on a bright red hue that could challenge Roan's hair. Before he could reply, Sky slammed his try down next to him complaining about Stella and Bloom. When he looked up he caught Roan's eye as she thought to him, 'We'll continue this conversation later, love. Maybe somewhere more private?'
And before Riven could even think to respond, she stood up, Dane following after her empty dishes in hand.
"Good bye wankers, I'll see you later when I kick your arses. And Riven, I'll see you again when I kiss it better for you," Roan said flirtatiously before dragging Dane away in the direction of the Specialist dorms.