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Eternal Summer

✖ The Isle That Blooms

Ⅰ. ALWAYS BLOOMING, NEVER HARVEST
July flowers bring, well, August flowers.

Another month has come and gone, and you may have noticed things haven’t changed much. Everything is still beautiful. There are still no signs of babies or prepubescent children or young animals.

In fact, if you’re paying close enough attention, you may have noticed there are no fruits or grains or vegetables that have come from the constant riot of color and pollen. Only flowers, always flowers.

You still have access to the city’s temple and the baths. The High Temple’s doors are open to everyone.

Some of you may still be dealing with the unpleasant side effects of the Ancient’s now dead and gone Flower Oracle, but it should wind down before the end of the month. Or maybe you already faced your demons.

Hiding out in the Temples for the rest of the month is always an option, but be careful not to get too stagnant. It would be a shame if your ScryWatch stays stuck on the same color forever because you, too, decided to stop growing.

Ⅱ. FLOWER MARKET FESTIVAL
CW: Optional Alcohol/Drug Consumption.
You didn’t think the celebrations would be over just because the Flower Oracle came and went, did you? There’s always a new event, a new thing to do, a new way to make some benefit off the Travelers who pass in and out of the Isle looking to take something away from this place.

This month it’s the Flower Market!

During the days, stalls bloom beneath the elevated buildings and in the empty center where the Flower Oracle once stood. There are flowers, of course, in buckets, arrangements, wreaths, crowns, growing in tiny little pots, made into cakes, salsas, and snacks! Artists will find pigments, paints, inks, dyes, and papers. There are perfumes, lotions, oils, soaps, and more. Spices and herbs are abundant; you’ve certainly never seen saffron this cheap. If you haven’t gotten enough tie-dye from the temple, you’ll find beautiful batik clothing, purses, and even jewelry. Everything is bright, everything is for sale.

At night, the stalls are all folded away and instruments come out. Little stalls sell flowery alcoholic drinks and did you know or remember that cannabis is a flowering plant? The locals certainly remembered to make the edibles. Careful, though, drink or imbibe and you’ll find yourself talking about the things you need that you cannot buy. The things you are aching for.

And you won’t stop until someone acknowledges it.

Notes:
1. If you want it and it’s made of flowers, it’s here. No drugs or alcohol during daylight hours.

2. The Temple gives a small amount of spending money daily. Save up and get fancy, or buy a little bit of everything.

3. There is a tiny group of unknown Travelers that show up for the market. They don’t seem to have access to the same network as PCs, but their watches flash green, blue, or purple. They seem to be avoiding PC Travelers and disappear into parts of the Temples that don’t seem to be open to our group yet whenever they get too close.

Ⅲ. POISON GARDEN
CW: Poisons, narcotics, ect.
As you wander the now familiar village, you will notice a new pathway has opened at the edge of the village. It leads to an area with a high stone fence and a heavy gate. A skull and crossbones are painted on the gate in bright white paint, but there’s nothing actually stopping you from opening the gate and walking in.

The garden is beautiful, but surprisingly formal after the chaotic abundance of the rest of the Isle. The paths are wide and there’s space between the plants. Each one is meticulously labeled with a stake in the ground.

Do you read the labels? How long does it take you to realize everything in the garden is toxic or poisonous? There are so many options from hemlock and oleander to aconitum and angel’s trumpet and beyond.

Welcome to a study on how not everything that's natural is good for you as you continue to wander the fractal paths. Of course, not everything that's poisonous has no purpose. By the opium poppies there’s a sign that tells you that you can choose to wander the deadly garden until it kills you or you can own up to a toxic habit or behavior that you need to deal with.

Notes:
1. In theory, a character could wander forever without touching or consuming any of the poisons. For plot/fun reasons, feel free to make it a little more difficult. And remember, some of your characters can be poisoned to death.

2. Acknowledging bad habits or a need for change in an honest way is very likely to result in a shift in a ScryWatch color. Remember, the Ancient is looking for growth and improvement, not moral perfection.

3. Characters can collect poisonous or medicinal plants but will be at risk while doing so.

Ⅳ. FLOWERY FIELDS FOREVER

Maybe you need to get away from the fuss at the market or just want to stretch your legs, but it’s time to explore the flowering landscape around the village. The villagers have baskets waiting at each of the outbound trails with the request that you come back with the basket full in trade for the picnic lunch they provide.

Wander the rolling hills and you’ll find a surprising amount of wildlife for an island without offspring. There are hummingbirds the size of chihuahuas, tiny pollinating bats, nectar eating possums, giant stingless bees, and more butterflies than you can shake a stick at. All of them seem entirely unafraid of humans despite being wild animals. If you get bitten or pecked, it’s your own fault.

As you fill your basket, you’ll notice patterns in what blooms. All kinds of plants bloom outside of reason and season and traditional need because the land is trying to talk to you through flowers. What did you need to hear? The villagers can help you translate when you come back from your adventure.

Notes:
1. The giant orchid mantises are still there! Thank Gideon and Harrow for negotiating a truce, so they probably won’t eat you. A mantis might even have a conversation with you if you ask nicely, (Quentin managed somehow,) and they have their own knowledge and worship of the Ancient.

2. Feel free to use any reference for plant/flower meaning. Here’s one to get started!

3. Don’t get too attached to any of the critters, they will stay here at the end of the month.

Bonus: music to watch the flowers bloom to.

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Ah, shit. Quentin is really cute. Having finally admitted his attraction it's like Kyle can't help but notice every little thing.

This could very well be a problem.

He can't really answer since his mouth is full, so Kyle lifts up his free hand and offers Quentin a thumbs up. He makes a low sort of noise, deciding that yes, he should try to impress because he really, really wants to impress, and takes Quentin a little deeper.

"Ahh...heh, don't be stupid," he groans swatting Kyle's hand away when he gives that thumbs up. It's a ridiculous gesture made all the more absurd in this moment and possibility of too much laughter is a genuine threat to his hard on.

Thankfully, it's a short lived threat. Quickly replaced by that warm tension building in the pit of his stomach when Kyle takes him deeper. "Fuck..." he hisses through his teeth. "Keep it... keep..." but the thought loses momentum as his hips pick it up. Aiming for that swift, steady repetition he needs. "Fuck, don't stop, I'm gunna cum. Where, where, where?" he mutters urgently as this moment becomes something of a race against his willpower to make sure it doesn't end poorly.

Kyle pulls back a little bit, mostly so he can apply better suction, one hand still working Quentin's dick and the other moving to squeeze his thigh. He's trying to communicate that it's fine, go ahead, thinking it as hard as he can while still maintaining a quick tempo.

There's a confusing moment there where he mistakes Kyle's intention for moving away, the whole thing becomes a blur of obscene sights of Kyle's mouth around his dick, and muttered curse words, and white hot pleasure and there's not enough time to course correct anyhow.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck don't move! Ah God!" he comes pleading, and curling his fingers tightly in Kyle's hair. At the very least, he's means it well clear of his partner's eye.

The contractions that tighten his thighs and his stomach melt slow. Leaving him loose and relaxed as he blinks clarity back into his eyes and sits up on his elbows. "Shit. Did you try to think that at me? I thought I heard that, but it could have been my imagination. My bad," he smiles apologetically.

He swallows. Really, he thinks spitting is just impolite.

Kyle pulls off and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking pretty goddamn pleased with himself.

"I did, sorry," he says. "I just wanted you to know it was okay. A shot in the mouth isn't gonna kill me, you know?"

"Yeah?" he looks a little delighted to know that. Both that he caught that despite his divided attention and more so that Kyle thought to try. "Smart. And good! That's a relief. I didn't wanna like. Make you."

His head drops back to their mattress with a bounce and Quentin lets out a sigh that sounds like relaxation. "Thanks," he smiles watching Kyle wipe his face. "You were right. You're fucking good at that. And now I'm starting to regret not going first because who wants to follow that?"

He nods. "Yeah. Carter told me like, telepaths have to learn NOT to hear people, so I thought maybe there's a way to THINK loud? I dunno."

Kyle beams as he shifts so that he can lay down next to Quentin. The sound of thousands of flowers nodding on the breeze is calming. "Thanks. I practiced. But no, don't feel bad, for seriously. You don't have to suck my dick, honestly I'd be super happy if you just like..." He cuddles in a little bit, shyer now. "A hand is good. Great, even."

"It's true," he nods. "It wants to be a passive sense. Like hearing. Takes practice to learn how to turn it on and off."

With a blush on his cheeks, he shuffles himself comfortably back into pants as Kyle sidles up next to him. "Nuh-nuh-no," he shakes his head, "I wanna try at least! Or I'm never gonna get to practice! Sorry, you're the guinea pig," he smirks, not looking all that sorry at all as Kyle tucks up against him.

Quentin runs his hand over Kyle's stomach and narrows his eyes suspiciously. "I knew you kinda had some abs."

"That must be fucking maddening," he muses, watching Quentin get himself sorted. He dips his head to mouth experimentally at Quentin's neck, then pulls back to laugh.

"I mean, barely? You've got more than I do." His head drops again as he nestles up to Quentin's pulse. "And I mean... you can practice on me. Like. Another time, too." His heart hammers wildly as he says this, and he can feel his cheeks heat up. "I mean. No pressure."

"It is. You'll never meet a telepath who's not kind of messy for a reason."

Quentin chuckles. "Shut up like I it," he says, dismissive of Kyle's opinions about his abs.

He tugs the strings of Kyle's pants until the waist is loose enough that he can get his hand in there. Kyle's cock fits comfortably against his palm when that offer, and the way it's almost back pedalled, makes him stall a moment. His eyes go wide, suddenly concerned that his apathetic way of navigating things has left Kyle thinking this may never happen again.

"Oh. Yeah! Yes! For sure. Hey, I wasn't expecting this would be like a one-and-done thing or whatever, you know? You're cool. I like being with you. And now like. We can hang out, plus blow jobs and stuff. Which is awesome."

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Kyle's breath catches when he's touched, and his skinny arms go around Quentin's neck. His skin is burning and he radiates such relief at Quentin's words that he worries he'll come off as pathetic.

"Okay," he says, smiling stupidly. "I mean. No pressure, for seriously. But I'd like that." He'd really like that, and is too scared to say it out loud. So instead he sighs and nuzzles close, hips lifting a little bit.

"No presh," he agrees and simultaneously assures he's not contending with any. "It's nice. Having someone here on the same page as me," he says kissing Kyle when he's busy remembering to exhale.

"Now squirm for me," he demands with a grin on his face as he works Kyle in long slow strokes until he's certain the man can't get any harder. "Lay back," he says. "I'm gonna blow you ok? Just... do me a favour? Think about what you want. Like try to picture it or think about doing it. I can get some direction from there," he smiles and plants a hand on Kyle's chest to coax him back.

"It is," Kyle agrees softly.

He does actually find himself squirming before long, and when Quentin pushes him back he goes reluctantly just because he was enjoying the warmth. "Okay," he says, eyes turned up and head tipped back so that for a moment everything is just flowers. He closes his eyes and wonders if that oleander blossom he'd had pressed to his shirt has fallen somewhere.

He opens his eyes again and sits up just a bit so he can see Quentin. He can imagine it easily enough: he wants him to touch him, and to pay attention to the head of his cock with his clever tongue. The mental image alone makes him shiver.

This might be a first for Quentin, but he's known for a long time how much easier it is to talk about sex stuff without exchanging words at all.

He tugs Kyle's pants down to thighs and stretches himself out on his stomach where he can lay between his companion's knees. "It's bigger than I thought," he admits bashfully.

Wetting his lips he starts with the same thing he saw Kyle do to him, using his hands to cover all that his mouth won't reach. He drags his tongue up the underside of Kyle's dick and sucks at the head until he thinks he can do so generously without subjecting the man to any teeth.

Kyle blushes scarlet. "Uhm. I'm just glad you're not making fun of my pubes," he confesses. He's truly not good at being sexy.

At the feel of Quentin's mouth on him he exhales in a rush. His eyes stay locked on the other man's form, pupils huge and dark. "That's good," he manages, one hand moving to push Quentin's hair back. "Really good." He swallows thickly, body singing.

He chuckles a little without thinking about what that might feel like on Kyle's side of things.

Bolstered by a little praise he lifts up a bit to try taking a little more. Drawing Kyle further back along his tongue until he's certain any further would leave him coughing and sputtering like an amateur. With an audible wet pop he smiles up at Kyle. "I think that's where I top out. Sorry. I really don't want my first blow job to end with me gagging on you." One would think he doesn't know the meaning of sexy either, but frankly, they're nicely matched in that regard.

Personal discoveries aside, it doesn't seem to have deterred him. In fact, he looks even more at home at this now, hunkered over Kyle, with both hands around the length of him, and fascinating himself with the way he can make Kyle's hips strain this way and that when he moves between licking and sucking.

Kyle smiles, oddly sweet considering the circumstances. "That's fine," he says. "I actually like it this way a lot." He pets Quentin's hair back again, then bites his lower lip when the other man goes back to work. He's a very responsive partner - his hips jerk shallowly when Quentin strokes him just right, and he can't seem to help but moan and gasp at full volume. Even biting his own knuckles doesn't seem to help much.

"Ah, fuck. Fffffuck. Dude. Dude, I'm close, I'm REALLY close."

"Yeah?" It crosses his mind that Kyle may just be appealing to his ego in the hopes they do this again some time, but fuck it. He doesn't mind that either.

Kay. I'll swallow.

The words aren't spoken though. They just sort of land in Kyle's brain the same way sound does, through the auditory cortex while Quentin is thoroughly occupied.

Intending to go a little faster, and a little firmer, he quickly realizes things will need to be wetter first. It starts with a few licks, but when that doesn't do it, he draws Kyle in again. Deep enough and for long enough to have him shamelessly drooling on Kyle's cock until he's slick in Quentin's palms.

Kyle's a little too honest to manage that.

He shivers. "Okay. Yeah. Okay." Then he just makes a high pitched whining noise as Quentin works him. "Ohmygod," he says, all one exhalation. His hands flutter for a moment, seeking purchase somewhere. One settles on Quentin's head, gently cradling the back of his skull, and the other goes to his own hair where it can twist and pull.

Close. Closecloseclose. He isn't sure if Quentin can hear him or not, but he can't seem to form actual words anymore. His hips roll shallowly and his breath comes faster. Yesyesyesyes!!!

Suddenly no coherent thoughts are possible - it's all blanked out by crashing waves of pleasure as orgasm hits.

When it becomes too trick to keep eye on Kyle's face Quentin closes his eyes to just listen and feel. It's hard not to smile to himself at erratic way Kyle's hips want to twitch under him and his penchant for noticing patterns makes it easy to recognize the correlation between the lewdness of his slurping and the needy pitch of Kyle's voice.

There's a moment of surprise when he comes. In part because Kyle's mind goes blank on him. Like a lightning strike or a power-surge blowing the picture out. He swallows as best he can, but it's admittedly a little sloppier than he intended. Leaving him to debating about whether or not to use his discarded shirt to mop the mess off his chin.

"You good? You look good," he smiles.

"I feel amazing," Kyle says, forcing his eyes to open. He sits up and looks at Quentin, and without even thinking about ti grabs his own shirt and reaches over to dab at his face. Congrats, Quire, you've banged a Mom Friend.

"Oh my god, you're so stupid cute," he sighs, but he's smiling. "Thank you. That was great." Not a lie - he's radiating all the warm fuzzies at the moment.

It comes as a little surprise when Kyle finds a way to clean him up first. He chuckles and tries not to look too bashful about it. It doesn't really work, but he pretends like it does.

"Yeah? Good. That's was fun. You make the best noises," he teases as he flops down next to Kyle to enjoy the sleepy look on his face.

Kyle groans. "I'm sorry, I'm loud, I know. I can't seem to help it."

He tucks himself back into his pants before turning to face Quentin. Kyle looks sleepy and also so openly happy that he'd be embarrassed if he knew. "Super fun."

"What are you apologizing about! I'm into it! It's a total ego boost," he smirks and when Kyle doesn't come any closer Quentin rectifies that himself. He picks up Kyle's arm by the wrist and and drapes it around his the back of his neck he can tuck himself up against the lanky, redhead's side.

"Cool?" he asks, "You're makin' me sleepy."

Kyle's surprise is evident in his face, which Quentin can't see, but also in his emotional broadcast. This one's different, he thinks, and happily curls around Quentin. He might have his toxic masculinity issues, but he's a champion hugger.

"Super cool," he murmurs. "A nap sound pretty fucking sweet right now."

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