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Milk and Honey

Gender fluid, as suiting the shifting desires of their captives, Milk and Honey are members of the local Gentry played by Rainier.

Description

Milk is porcelain perfection, an ideal of purity effortlessly inspiring impure impulses. Honey is dark-skinned desire, the exquisite embodiment of every temptation which ever got anyone in trouble.

Neither favors any particular form while they weave through the uncounted delights along the riverbank, adapting to their captives' desires, all the better to lead them astray.

Realm

The River That Ate the Moon

Idyllic fields and marble estates flank a brilliant, glittering river where the sun never sets and every wish can be fulfilled. Everything seems so radiant upon arrival, all gilded ivory, verdant lawns and crystal clear water bathed in enough sunlight to make it all sparkle. It takes time for eyes to adjust to the light and see the ugly truth beneath the high gloss, all the rot and grime, all the death and desperation, the insects which infest everything, the way everyone scratches at their skin until it breaks. Everything is broken, imperfect, unclean. Except when the sun hits it just right, when it's glorious again, and you wish you could live in that moment forever.

Methodology

More and more and more and more.

It's wonderful, at first, to have every desire sated, every curiosity explored, every hunger so exquisitely well-fed. It's all decadence and delight. Senses awaken in ways you never thought possible.

Have you ever tasted something so rich, so complex that it inspired a flurry of perfect poetry that you didn't bother to chase because no words could capture this singular, blissful experience? Have you ever smelled something so enticing, so heady that you lost yourself in all the memories it conjures, half of which are of worlds you'd never known, lives you didn't live? Have you ever seen a sky so perfectly, brilliantly blue that your heart ached with joy it could scarcely contain, your whole being seeming to lift, buoyed by that glorious sight? Have you ever heard a song so sweet, so soulful that you felt it moving through every inch of your body, every nerve, every muscle resonating with the purely sublime? Have you ever felt a lover's touch so skillfully delivered, so perfectly placed that ecstasy washed over you instantly, drowning the need for anything but this, this, this?

It's wonderful. At first.

But what if it doesn't end? When does more become enough? When does enough become too much? When does too much become never enough? When does excess become emptiness?

All things spoil along the banks of the River That Ate the Moon. The golden sun becomes glaring. Mold clings to the marble. Food smells sickeningly sweet with the promise of rot. The songs turn repetitious. The sex grows clumsy, desperate. Every epiphany becomes an itch of almost. Nothing is quite enough anymore. Everything falls short of satiation. You are always hungry, always on the verge of being buzzed, the pain nearly gone, the orgasm almost there, the ache almost soothed. Almost. Almost. Almost. But never enough.

Milk and Honey are pushers, dealers. They'll give you whatever you want until it's all that you need. You are an addict chasing a high you can't find anymore.

You knew perfection once. It ruined you.

Suggested Themes for Escapees

Milk prefers purity, favoring prudes and teetotalers and goody two-shoes, all restrained and proper, possessed of a discipline and a will worth breaking.

Honey prefers decadence, favoring hedonists and partiers and addicts, all indulgent and exciting, possessed of a drive to experience all the best pleasures in life.

Their escapees tend toward the Sun and Moon courts accordingly, shaped by their experience. Some are changed drastically, becoming quite the opposite of what they were going in, while others find their behaviors and beliefs reinforced. All express one moral extreme or the other, either exceedingly strict, aware of the dangers of indulgence, or exceedingly flexible, unable to see the lines between good and bad anymore. Shame and disgust suit them well.

By Seeming

• Beast - Animal urges are undeniably express along the banks of the River That Ate the Moon.
• Darkling - Where there is light, there is shadow, but the shadows here are slim and scant. Darklings rarely blossom in a realm where the sun never sets.
• Elemental - Drives condensed to their purest form. Certainly possible.
• Fairest - What tempts better than beauty? What entices more than the eerie perfection of the fairest? What do any of us what more than to be wanted?
• Ogre - Gluttons are plenteous, but brutes less so. Ogres are improbable, but not impossible.
• Wizened - Everything here withers and wastes away. Everything is diminished by the emptiness Milk & Honey hone.