Flowering Fairest Permissions « Full Profile « HMD « Duplicity « IC Inbox «

« Who: Jamie the_fairest_flower
« What: Event things; Jan/Feb catch-all
« When: January 1 - February 28
« Content Warnings: smut somewhere probably; body horror, reality break


( like glass, like stone, like thunder )

This page is still in progress! Happy to answer any questions.

The SparkNotes version:

• Jamie is a changeling from the Changeling: The Lost game setting.
  
• He's in the Spring Court.
  
• He's one of the Fairest, in the flowering kith (think of that like... genus and species).
  
• Jamie is vain, petty, sweet, thoughtful, self-sabotaging, indulgent, and imperious. It really just depends on the day and who he's with at the time. Mercurial is his vibe.
  
• He can be cruel without warning.
  
• Typically people are not aware of his changeling nature, his Mask hides it well; however, I'm always willing to play with that.
  
• He is Very Gender Fluid; pronouns are mostly for nostalgia.

« Name: Jamie
« Handle: flower
« Picture: Photo ID

« OOC: Jamie is recruiting volunteers to help with his Spring Revel at the Gray Room. Volunteers will be asked to help fulfill the desires of others attending the event - Jamie will somehow match them up (something something magic). No one has to work the whole time - they can set a time limit and then go off to enjoy the party themselves or go home. This will be happening during the event and he'll be taking volunteers on right up to the evening of the Revel.


[The scenery is idyllic: a pretty garden in full bloom, with Jamie sitting beneath a shaded arbor.]

Hello my darlings. I have been remiss in my spring planning this year - can't imagine why.

[He makes a vague, dismissive gesture.]

But I am planning now. On the first of May, the Gray Room will be hosting an event that is open to all who wish to come. In my past life, this was a party that I lived for. This is to celebrate the turning season, the height of spring, and a time of vivacity, vigor, and... well. Desire. As much as I am able, I will try to ensure that everyone who comes has some desire fulfilled. Something you want, something you need, something you crave.

And that is where the rest of you come in, my dears.

[Jamie leans forward, propping himself up on the table where his phone is resting.]

I need help. As much as I would love to cater to all the various whims and cravings of the LIER community, I only have so many hands and only so much time. So I am recruiting volunteers for the evening. Regular Gray Room staff will be available, of course, and like last year we are partnering with The Scratch. I am pleased to announce that the staff of The Crucible will be joining our efforts. But I want more than that. I need more than that.

[Normally he'd be working with the entire Spring Court, but he doesn't have them here.]

So, let me know if you're interested in helping us and I will make sure you are briefed and assigned. I'm happy to answer questions if you have them. If you worked last year, you are more than welcome to join us again.

[He sits back, lovely and soft and somehow very vivid despite appearing over the network. Anyone catching the message might think they smell flowers nearby.]

Oh, and I'm also accepting offers to help with planning and party favors, if you're so inclined to show off. And if you need compensation, I'm sure we can arrange something.

We all deserve to let loose a little. Help me make it happen.

« Who: Jamie the_fairest_flower
« What: event things and catch all
« When: Late November - December
« Where: the Up
« Content Warnings: sex, captivity, Tumenalia stuff

( I'm on my knees )

"Will you be wanting the green or blue tonight, miss?"

Jamie looks away from the mirror and toward the subtle and well-dressed man going through his wardrobe. Thomas Jopson is capable of disappearing in plain sight when he wants to. The wizened are always a little weird and they're all so different. Jopson is wildly different than Sam, who is nothing like that creeper in the Autumn Court. But then, they all had different jobs that made them.

"Whatever you think is best," he answers as he stares into the mirror again. The creature looking back is effortlessly lovely, impeccably made up. Jamie doesn't need makeup to look that way, but the ritual of putting it on sometimes helps.

Thomas glances at his--well. Jamie isn't quite his, in the truest sense of the word. But he's in Thomas's care and that's close enough. He's such a young thing, and to Thomas it seems like he's always been young. Uncertain, fragile, and yet far more clever than he ever gives himself credit for. He blames the brewer. He's tried, in his ways, to suggest Jamie could certainly do better than Sam. Sam hardly appreciates the utter devotion Jamie shows him. He's scheming something, Thomas is sure of it. He just isn't sure what.

Suffice to say, the beauty sitting in front of the mirror looks forlorn tonight. Thomas is almost sure a party will cheer him up, if he can just get Jamie out the door.

"May I ask the occasion?"

Jamie sighs and sits back. "Florian is throwing a little gathering. He didn't invite the whole court, I can't imagine there will be more than forty or fifty people there. Cecily will be there. Cow."

Thomas hides a smile. Well, that sounds more like the Jamie he knows. He knows the woman in question. Cecily Everclear (he sincerely doubts that's her actual surname), newest initiate to the Spring Court and clearly an eager social climber. Thomas can't help but roll his eyes at the lack of art and subtly in her efforts, but apparently they are getting her somewhere if she's been invited to such a relatively small gathering.

"Well then, might I recommend the blue? It's got a bit of shine and it brings out the color of your eyes." As he speaks, Thomas retrieves the dress he's thinking of and lays it on the bed. Jamie turns away from the mirror, considering the dress as Thomas steps back to retrieve a selection of shoes he knows will go with it. "And you'll carry it off far better than she could."

"You always say the nicest things, Thomas," he says, lips curving into a smile. "Okay, the blue."

Jamie stands and slips out of his dressing gown. Thomas has seen him completely bare, and honestly, he's been naked in front of far more people than his valet. After a quick look at the dress in question, Jamie slips out of the camisole he's wearing and tosses it aside. He won't need it and the dress is strapless.

"You deserve to have nice things said." Thomas returns to the bed, lays out the chosen pairs of shoes, then picks up the dress so that he can help Jamie into it. He holds one of Jamie's hands to keep him balanced as he steps into a pair of black stilettos. "Will you be back tonight?"

"I don't know," he admits. "Will you stay, in case I am?"

If he stays, and if Jamie comes back tonight, Thomas knows he'll get all the details of the party and the gossip. The answer is easy.

"Of course."

Jamie leans close - he's a bit taller than Thomas with those heels on - and brushes a kiss to Thomas's cheek. He smells like the sea, honeysuckle, and thrift flowers. Thomas closes his eyes, just for a moment, and opens them again as his charge pulls away. A gloved hand brushes his cheek.

"I'll see you later, Thomas."

He turns to watch as Jamie leaves, looking elegant and effortless. "Good luck, miss," he whispers as Jamie disappears down the hall. He'll do well, Thomas is certain of it. He's brighter than Cecily, more charming, and knows far better how to use his charms. He'll be fine.

Thomas huffs a quiet sigh as he looks around the room. Clothes are strewn everywhere, so he gets to work picking up and putting away things that can be put away while also making a pile for the laundry. Most of Jamie's clothes require extra care, so he tends all the handwashing himself. He makes a mental note to stop by the drycleaner to pick up the last order and drop off another.

Once the clothes are taken care of, he changes the linen on Jamie's bed. He knows for a fact Cade was here last night (he sleeps next door and the walls aren't so thick that he didn't hear) and he hasn't had a chance to do this all day. Better Cade than Sam, if anyone asks him. The stag might be a horny beast but at least his affection for Jamie seems sincere, his devotion true. Thomas can tolerate that.

A book falls into the floor as he pulls up the fitted sheet. Thomas picks it up and he can't help a small smile when he sees it's a battered little book of poetry. Rossetti. He sets it gently on the nightstand, then resumes his work.

By the time he leaves the room, the bed is made, the floor is clear, and he's left the light on the nightstand on. Good. He'll leave his door open so he'll hear if and when Jamie comes back. And he'll leave his phone nearby, in case his charge actually calls. He steps out into the hall and closes the door behind him--And jumps when the shadows move. Thomas manages not to scowl, but he does shoot an utterly withering look at Delaney as the darkling appears.

"Are you lurking for a reason?" he asks. He stays right where he is in front of Jamie's door. He doesn't like Sam, but he dislikes Delaney even more. The darkling is practically Sam's shadow and Thomas doesn't like the idea that he's been skulking around Jamie's room.

"Still changing his sheets smelling of sex and sweat, Jopson?"

"With pleasure," Thomas answers with a smile that has nothing kind in it. "What do you want?"

"Oh, just looking around."

"May I suggest you look around elsewhere? He doesn't keep a diary, you won't find his secrets in there."

Delaney steps closer and Thomas ignores the shudder that runs down his back. The darkling draws up to look him in the eye.

"No," he hisses. "All his little secrets are up here, aren't they?" As he speaks, Delaney taps cold, sharp fingertips against Thomas's temple. Thomas knocks his hand away. His smile hasn't wavered.

"You'll never know. Go on."

He's somewhat gratified by the sour look Delaney gives him before slinking back down the corridor. He seems to disappear down the stairs, but it's hard to tell once he's in the shadows. Thomas exhales slowly. Now he'll definitely leave his door open. Nasty, simpering creature. Even if there's nothing to find in there other than lingerie and perfume, Thomas doesn't like the idea of Delaney, of all people, pawing through any of it. He debates whether or not to bring it up to Jamie. Maybe Quick or Cade, they both seem invested in Jamie's contentment and safety. Maybe he should speak to Sam directly, though he knows Jamie won't be happy if word of such a conversation got back to him.

Damnit.

Thomas sighs and ducks into his room to deposit Jamie's laundry. Then he drags his little armchair closer to the door, picks up a book, and settles in. He has a good view of Jamie's door and he's within earshot of the stairs. It's not the most comfortable place to pass some hours, but it could be worse.

« Who: Jamie the_fairest_flower and YOU
« What: event, TDM, and open post things
« When: March
« Where: Up
« Notes: will match style, happy to write custom starts, feel free to wildcard!
« Content Warnings: warnings in headings of comments and prompts

( Kept him warm in the winter, left him frozen in the spring )