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Author Topic: words to be shared as one becomes two  (Read 880 times)

Description: (attention: dena nehele) (the entire territory) (riley's pregnant!)

Offline Jeremiah Mercer

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words to be shared as one becomes two
« on: Feb 06, 19, 12:44:07 AM »
(this thread follows a week and a half after let's go over the plan one more time in late winter 193AP.)

Letters arrive at the other courts of Dena Nehele bearing the seal of the Territory Court. Upon opening it is clear that the paper was likely created with craft in some manner but the message contained cannot be denied.

Rilandra Vlas is pregnant.

Each letter has a more personal touch to it, likely the influence of the Steward of Dena Nehele, for the rulers of each court. More are sent out to other important individuals within the Territory (the High Priestess of the Conclave, the Head of the Hourglass, and unfortunately the owner of the Bidea Daily). A couple of days later there is a larger copy of the announcement placed outside of the Territory Court's residential palace on an easel that reveals the news to the rest of Dena Nehele.

The Queen of Dena Nehele and her Territory Court are pleased to announce that she is expecting her first child. We are delighted to share the news with the rest of the land.

Lady Vlas is in good health and has been overjoyed by the well-wishes of those who have sent them regarding her pregnancy. Until the birth of her future child she will be retiring to the Queen's Residence within Bidea and no longer entertaining appointments or audiences. In her stead Lady Sorinna Roman shall serve as Queen-in-Proxy until she is able to return to her duties in full.

Please direct any questions or inquiries to the Territory Court by way of the Steward's Office.





With the announcement out and in plain view for the public, the transition was well and truly in place. They were within one of the meeting rooms that was currently being repurposed for their impromptu gathering and celebrating of Riley's pregnancy being out in the open. It meant that she could finally nest to her heart's content as well as simply wear Meredith's necklace, with her Opal placed within it, without having it spelled.

The Opal-Jeweled queen was thrilled, clearly happy to be able to bask in the glow of her pregnancy. At first, she had started dancing with Hellbine, holding the wildcat and whirling about in her flats (that she gladly enjoyed), but that was never meant to last. Next came Ironborn, the large dog looking ever so concerned about what was going on. Jeremiah finally interjected, scratching behind Ironborn's ears. "If I may steal your dance partner?"

Not that Ironborn seemed bothered by it. Jeremiah took Riley's hands into his, sweeping her around the floor in a slow waltz. There were others gathered, of course, like Sora - whom he was going to talk with - and her First Escort, along with others of the Court. His eyes held a particular glint as he looked at Drake, head inclining slightly as he swept by. For just a little while they could be gathered like this and then they could return to their duties.

"Now everyone else will see how much you glow," said Jeremiah, smiling at Riley as they moved passed the table with refreshments and snacks.


((while this start is directed towards a small gathering at the territory court, others are free to post their reactions to the pregnancy announcement if they so wish!))

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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #1 on: Feb 06, 19, 09:10:33 AM »
Radu was happy for her. Really he was. 

That didn't change that he was still pissed that she'd been on a diplomatic trip to Hunedora while Pregnant.  Or that she'd nearly been killed by the Ebon Gray Healer Queen from Tacea.  Or that ... really, Riley's list of 'bad ideas' during pregnancy was quite long.

He could understand the bags under certain court member's eyes.  He even had sympathy for them.  Didn't change that he found Rilandra Vlas to be hilarious, or that he was enjoying watching her be happy. 

And it certainly didn't change the fact that he was lounging against one of the back walls, chewing away at an apple.  He had a whole bag of them tucked away, just to give him something to munch on while he adjusted to the crazy amount of appetite he'd gained.

Watching Riley dance with a wild cat, and then a huge dog, made his day.  But it was watching Jeremiah dance with her that made Radu's eyes seem amused.  Just for a moment.  Then he went back to watching the room, chewing at his apple, and doing his best to not seem to be thinking of a joke.

It was just funny, that's all.  If one didn't know Mercer, then at this moment they would almost think the dance romantic.  Radu couldn't help but snort a little at that. 

Were the other Wa... were the Wards surprised by Riley's announcement?  What was going through their heads?  He couldn't help but be a little curious.  This was a big deal.  Things were going to be weird for the rest of the year.

That Sorinna, that spunky little Queen, was going to be in charge of the Wards made him want to snicker.  That was going to be a little awkward for Kale, but that was alright.  Radu would do what he could to keep the young Healer happy for as long as possible.

His eyes lifted as the Queen and Mercer drifted closer in their waltz, and he locked gazes with Riley before giving her that 'hungry?' look.  His hand extended, a fresh apple ready and waiting.






Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.


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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #2 on: Feb 06, 19, 01:47:24 PM »
Sora lost count of all the people stepping up to congratulate her somewhere near sixty. The list of names to match with faces was daunting, but it needed doing. Riley was finally stepping down to rest and Sora couldn’t be happier. Riley needed the time away to focus on herself and deliver a healthy baby. She wouldn’t have long to enjoy being a mother, but Sora intended to give her every minute possible. Riley needed the rest and the time to decide her next steps when she returned to take back her throne.

Sora would keep it, and Dena Nehele, safe until then.

She laughed when Riley danced with Hellbine, followed by Ironborn, and then watched her parents dance move across the dance floor together. Her gaze swept the room to take in the members of the Court in attendance. Radu was leaning against wall...being Radu. She felt a little bad about not having spoken to him in a good while. Prince Cutrov watched Riley and Jeremiah, but his gaze shifted to look upon her and Sora quickly turned her attention elsewhere. She found Lord Shingetsu in deep conversation with Pretty-Shitty Priestess, codename Lady Petrescu, and once again throttled the urge to vaporize the Purple Dusk Priestess with a glare.

Ben wasn’t far away and Sora was about to ask him to dance with her when Drake appeared in her peripheral. She didn’t exactly jump, but it was clear that Riley’s First Escort had started her. Irritation suffused her but she pushed it down and turned a dazzling smile on Prince Cutrov.

Hello, Drake. Are you well?” Sora asked, offering her hands. Drake took them and greeting her as customary, smiling through his beard at her.

I am, Sorinna, thank you for asking. I just wanted to convey my own congratulations on your ascent. Rilandra believes in you. You’ll be great.” he said.

Sora’s irritation increased when Drake used her given name. It was strange to her to hear it roll off of his tongue. She didn’t like the way it sounded, coming from him. “Thank you for the vote of confidence, Drake.” Sora said, keeping her expression pleasant.

Will Lady Robles be in attendance? She asked me for a reference regarding her Court. I wanted to ensure that she received it.” he said.

She mentioned asking you for advice about her Court.” Sora said, a fact that sat ill with Sora, though she couldn’t say why. “I know that she’ll attend, but I can’t say when.

That’s quite alright, Sorinna. I’ll locate her eventually.” Drake said.

Another member of the Court stepped into line to congratulate Sora and Drake nodded.

I think that’s my cue to move on. Congratulations again, Sorinna. Please enjoy the rest of your day.

With that, Drake excused himself and Sora watched him go.

Gratefully.










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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #3 on: Feb 06, 19, 03:01:07 PM »
Precious was nervous.  Very, very nervous.  Not that the nerves appeared on her face.  She'd been doing better for the last little while and keeping nerves out of her expressions again.  So long as she didn't think about... certain people... she would be fine.  Yes.  Perfectly fine.

But she'd had to determine how to wear something that honored the occasion... while also being something that would not keep anyone's attention one way or the other.  She went through multiple outfits untils he'd found one that made her nose wrinkle.  It wasn't that the gown wasn't lovely - it was.  It had required a great deal of tailoring to give her wings room... the back had to be removed, essentially... but if she kept her wings tight, no one would know that. 

The issue was that it covered so much.  Still... that might be the best way to duck in, offer her congratulations to Lady Roman and Lady Vlas... and then hide in a corner and claim she had shown up. 

So on went the conservative dress, with its blue hue and its scratchy texture, no matter that it made her feel downright strange to cover so much skin up. Then down came the air, with a little bit of Craft to force curls into the dark strands and make her seem a little less.. odd.

She couldn't do much about the wings, other than to tuck them tight against her and perhaps create the illusion of a dark cloak over her dress.  But she could do the best she could to make herself less noticeable.  A little Craft, a little makeup.. her caste scent disguised and her appearance as non-descript as she could manage... that might do it.

So while she walked towards the room, she did her best to not wring her hands.  I can do this.  Her eyes slid to the left, looking at her Escort.  "Thank you."

"Not a problem at all, Lady Bannok.  You look lovely."

She turned her head forward, taking a deep breath.  "Thank you."  Hopefully not too noticeably so...  The doors opened, and the sound spilled free, and she took a moment to brace herself.  She could do this.  First... to Lady Roman's receiving line?  No... no.  First she would go be natural, and get something to snack on.  She would pretend she wasn't bothered.

She would pretend she was enjoying herself damnit.

Especially since she could see Prince Mercer dancing with the Territory Queen.  Good, he'd see her, know she hadn't just been hiding in her room all day (well, she had until now, but that was irrelevant), and then after a little while of being here maybe she could slip out.

Perfect plan.

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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #4 on: Feb 06, 19, 04:30:05 PM »
Sorinna Roman was NOT at ease.  Was it just nerves?  No, Radu didn't think so.  Something had her feeling off.  No, she wasn't putting off an 'air' of unease.  Sorinna Roman probably had too good a grip on her emotions for that.

But it was there in the pinch of her eyes.  Radu's head tipped ot the side, his bag of apples Vanishing away as he considered the room.  True, it was possible that Sora was just feeling nervous since this was 'her moment'.  It was also possible someone had thrown her off her game, somehow.

This was Q's Queen.  Granted, he thought she was a little bit of a spoiled princess, but that wasn't really her fault.  She couldn't be blamed for not understanding what happened under her nose if she'd been protected from the reality all her life.  He finished swallowing down some of his apple, and then picked his way across the floor towards her.

She wasn't looking in his direction.  She was watching the next part of the line coming up to congratulate her, and Radu lifted an eyebrow.  With a careful 'ahem', he locked gazes with the person in the line. 

"Lady Roman.  A moment of your time?"  Radu was an Escort, after all.  Perhaps he had a message for her.  He didn't.  But he could buy her a moment... and him making a faux pas was pretty much expected these days.  He was more than willing to let that happen.  It was just reality as the world seemed to see it, and he wasn't above using that misperception to his advantage.

Or as the case may be, hers.

His hand extended, eyes watching her with that serious gaze he kept for his books.  Normally a person might reach out for her head.  This was not an emergency - he wasn't going to go screaming into her skull if it wasn't an emergency.  Better to just pull her to the side and ask her quietly, with aural shields for privacy, if she was doing alright.

He'd do it for Riley too, if it weren't for the fact that she had oodles of males all too willing to do that for her already. 






Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.


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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #5 on: Feb 06, 19, 06:21:09 PM »
Nick had known the truth for some time.  Jeremiah had warned him of it before he figured it out for himself, though ‘warned’ was not quite the right word.  He would have said nothing in any case.  He had deduced, rightly, that there were reasons for Riley’s pregnancy being kept quiet, and at worst, he might have inquired of her or Jeremiah anyway.  He was pleased that he had been brought into their confidence, and he found reasons to be around Riley just a little bit more than the usual.  Call it instinct, or perhaps even fascination.  Nick had a solid understanding of the human body, and that Riley’s body was growing a human was the source of endless fascination.  He enjoyed observing the changes in her, though she kept them hidden, some of them could not be entirely shrouded, at least not from him.

The source of that perception came from a dark and terrible place, but Riley had managed to shine a light even in one of the Red Warlord Prince’s darkest places.  One evening sitting with Riley, he asked to touch her belly and he touched her mind with his own.  He brought the Queen into his perception, and let her listen to the baby’s heartbeat, tiny and persistent and, well, miraculous.  Her sheer joy at the moment had brought a rare smile to Nick’s face, and unexpected moisture to his eyes, which he did not realize until later.  She had been more than thrilled, and it had become something they did together from time to time.  There had never been a question that Riley was his, but now so was her child, and he was startled by the ease and persistence of that connection.  Nick no longer questioned it.  It simply was.

Nick watched Riley dance with his usual impassive expression.  He stood straight and tall near the wall, amongst a set of household guards that he regularly sparred with, and that did not mind his silence.  His hands were clasped at his back, and he wore the Court livery as he had since the decimation.  He could have been mistaken for one of the guards, save for the fact that he was the only Warlord Prince of the group, and his Darkness made his presence stand out, even in stillness.  Nick watched Riley and Jeremiah dance for a moment, and found that he was pleased by the sight.  They deserved this moment, this peace and quiet and joy between them.  If Nick ever had to define love, he would have told the scholar to stay awhile at the palace, and observe the Queen and her Shadow.

He knew everyone present, of course, but as was typical, he kept to himself.  Nick had seen Drake move over to Sora, and he had taken note of her discomfort at the First Escort’s presence.  He also took note, with a slight shake of his head, of the look the young Queen shot towards the Priestess.  It made him wonder what the Priestess had done to earn that, perhaps he would ask one day.  He straightened his jacket and crossed the room to approach Sora, but Radu had pulled her aside for a word.  Nick remained where he stood, sent a silent thread to the Queen with the gentlest of psychic taps so she would know it was him, and when he caught her eye, he flicked his head towards the dance floor and raised a questioning eyebrow.








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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #6 on: Feb 10, 19, 12:08:29 AM »
Stela’s conversation with Lord Shingetsu was pleasant, with the Priestess finding that she enjoyed Lord Shingetsu’s company whenever he was around. She congratulated him on his ascension to the Second Circle, noting that she’d have to break into his new office sometime in the near future, possibly with Lady Armistead in attendance. Now and again she passed tidbits of information to the Steward’s Second, in case the Witch found any other tidbits or links that Stela herself couldn’t see.

Lord Shingetsu excused himself and went to speak to another member of the Court, leaving Stela to await Gabriella’s arrival. She knew that her sister’s attention would be taken up as soon as she arrived, but Stela would be glad to simply have her in room. Sora appeared to glare at her far less when Gabriella was around. Stela hadn’t yet made it up to the front of the room to greet the newly-minted Proxy Queen. While she and Sora could fake civility when needed, there was no reason to engage in the ritual unless absolutely necessary. Sora, for her part, was speaking to Prince Cutrov for a moment before a few other people entered the line to greet her.

Stela’s gaze moved about the room, locating Riley and Jeremiah on the dance floor. Riley looked happy. She was going to have a baby, a new set of duties on top of the massive responsibility of ruling Dena Nehele. There was no question of her capability. But what new enemies would present themselves to challenge her in such a vulnerable time? Stela saw several people that she wanted to speak to, but she noticed Nick nearby...watching Sora and Radu.

Stela took up a drink of a nearby tray and kept her eye on the proceedings.

"You enjoying the show, Stela?"

The Priestess almost dropped her glass. She turned to find Drake standing behind her. She smiled and curtsied to the First Escort.

"Hello, Drake. I'm just enjoying party. Riley looks wonderful."

"That she does." Drake said. "Have you been able to congratulate her yet?"

"Not yet. I was waiting for the right time. Perhaps you could walk me over...after a dance?"

Drake smiled. For a moment, Stela thought he was going to refuse but then he offered her his arm.

"Of course."

She followed him to the dance floor.






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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #7 on: Feb 11, 19, 02:00:54 AM »
Gabri had intended to make her way to the family wing before now. She had intended on meeting Sora at her room and then going with her, but when she realized how far she was running behind, she'd sent a thread to say she would see her downstairs.

The Dhemlan raised Queen disliked being late. When everything had a neat beginning and ending time, that was much easier to avoid. But the way Riley ran her Court, even with her Triangle seemingly determined to force her onto a schedule, was extremely stressful for Gabriella. She made meticulous notes in her journal about all the things that she found upsetting or distracting as they came up and then spent further time brain storming ways to avoid those things in her own Court. She had just finished her most recent entry under Impromptu Parties and Gatherings, which she considered to be anything without a minimum of a week's notice, before Craft locking the book in both Green and Purple Dusk and then vanishing it to safety.

Standing before her mirror, she smoothed her hands down her red dress. She hoped it was appropriate. Not overly casual (she wasn't in leggings and a stolen sweater) and not overly formal (did she want a Court that dressed in more formal attire? It was something to consider), she nodded to herself before finally leaving the Moesian Wing of the Palace and making her way toward the gathering. 

The first thing she noticed when she walked in was her sister dancing with the First Escort. She had spent extensive time thinking of their conversation and the advice he had offered her, in part because it was valuable guidance and in part due to reasons she would rather not look directly at. Her thoughts seemed to drift back to the feel of him inside her barriers far more often than she thought entirely proper.

The second thing she noticed was Sora discussing something with Radu. She smiled at them both and curtsied to the now Interim Queen of Dena Nehele. She had known for months, since Sora had first shared with her that this was the plan. In the months since, she had watched Sora work harder than she'd ever seen before to prepare for the monumental task she'd been asked to fulfill. Gabriella knew everyone was congratulating the Rose Jeweled Queen and she was glad for it. But she knew the job came with an incredible burden.

Soon she would leave for Livada and when she did, things would change. Her love for Sora didn't waiver, but they both knew the strain of being apart. They were determined to find a way to make it work. So what if it was unusual for two Queens to choose each other for partners? It's what she wanted, even if it would be challenging.

Until then, however, she was going to enjoy every moment she could to the fullest. With that thought in mind, she searched the walls until she found Savi lurking against one. She walked directly to him and curtsied before him. "Would you like to dance, Lord Savu?"


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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #8 on: Feb 11, 19, 02:04:15 AM »
Savi had been right surprised when he had learned of the Queen's being with child. He'd known Adrian's Queen for quite some time now, had had the honor of standing with her males through two separate take overs, and more recently, had started servin' her Court in an official capacity as Guardian of the Wards. Looking at the way Radu and Nick had both grown and changed, both young men now carryin' their Offering Jewels 'round their necks,  made him feel somethin' close to pride. Like when a Jack he'd been workin' with finally got the hang of a new fightin' style, or made their way to full member. Those two had come a long way and he was pleased to have been a part of it, no matter if it was a small part.

His attention, and the attention of no small amount of other males, seemed to focus on Gabriella Robles when she came in. His protective instincts heightened even further. The number of Queens in the room was a testament to the Queen's work with the Guilds, but it also made him feel real nervous. With the addition of the winged Ward who currently looked like she'd be happier about anywhere else doin' anythin' else, the total came to five Queens currently in residence at the Palace. Savi could remember a time when it seemed there were barely five Queens in all of Dena Nehele, let alone the same damn room. 

For a moment it looked like the Quiet Queen was approachin' him, but that didn't seem quite right. Likely she was just headed in his general direction. He really needed to rethink her nickname. He'd learned firsthand how inaccurate it was the first time he'd joined her and Sora, and had it reinforced for him every time since. Then she was standin' in front of him and he was sure there was no mistake.

He ducked his head, draggin' his hand across the back of his neck. "You know no one calls me that," he said, his discomfort clear in his posture and the colored flush of his cheeks.

"Will you dance with me, Savi?" She asked again.

His eyes glanced over to Precious, leanin' in toward Adrian as he did. "Keep an eye out?" Adrian nodded before Savi grunted his agreement to dance with Gabriella. He took her hand, and led her out onto the dance floor.







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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #9 on: Feb 13, 19, 01:01:35 AM »
Sora noticed how the line seemed to disperse a bit when Radu stepped into it. When the Sapphire Warlord Prince asked for a moment of her time, her initial instinct was to ask him if it could wait. There were more people to greet, more token congratulations to accept, and a few dances to be had. Stepping out of the line right now just to talk to Radu seemed inappropriate.

But Radu was close to Quinten and Kale. If something was wrong with either of them, she wanted to know now instead of later. She also didn’t think that Radu would be so brazen without a good reason. He was also a member of the Third Circle and an Escort, so he did have reason to speak with her if necessary. Then again, it was Radu. She’d never known him not to be bold and demand his due as a Warlord Prince.

Very well, Prince Orfan.” she said, offering him her hand so that she could step down and off to the side of the receiving line for a moment. She was curious as to his need, but said nothing yet.

A familiar brush against her outer barriers lightened her spirits, even those she kept her expression neutral as she looked up at Radu to acknowledge him. But prolonged eye contact with a Warlord Prince (even a known one) could be interpreted as a challenge or a provocation. So Sora was glad that directing her gaze away from Radu allowed her to see that Nick had arrived.  He was one of the few people that knew of Riley’s pregnancy that had also allowed Sora to voice her full, unedited thoughts on the matter. She was happy for her mother but she also worried over Riley’s long-term health, both physical and mental, as the delivery date drew closer.

Nick’s silent offer of a dance made Sora smile, but Radu had come to speak with her first. She owed him the respect of granting him her full attention.

*I’d love to, but I want to check in with Radu for a moment. Save me a dance?*

When he assured her that he would, Sora turned her full attention on Radu.

Hey, it’s been awhile. Congratulations on completing your Offering, by the way. Meant to say that a while ago.” she said.

Is everything alright?” she asked.

She didn’t add with Quinten to the end of that statement because she didn’t have to. If there wasn’t, Radu would tell her. She didn’t feel anything wrong across their Bond, but Sora did not use the bond as the sole determination of her males’ well-being.

In her peripheral, she saw Gabri enter the room. She gently brushed against Gabri’s outer barriers to welcome her, but otherwise kept her attention focused upon the man before her.










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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #10 on: Feb 13, 19, 01:41:34 AM »
Radu Orfan would have preferred to be able to silently speak with Sorinna Roman at this moment...b ut she did not initiate a thread with him - and this was not a situation where screaming in her proverbial ear would be acceptable.  So he did the next best thing. 

He wrapped an aural shield around the both of them.  Just a small one, just large enough for them to hear each other, and no one else.  Just for a moment. There were enough people here for him to not want someone to read his lips and guess at what he was doing.  But he did lean close, his lips closer to her ear so as to be hidden by hair.  Even that, really, made him a little uncomfortable.  He'd avoided getting close to Sora ever since that damned party when she'd taken his trick and used it to control the glitter. 

He'd avoided her whenever he'd connected the dots and realized she reminded him too much of his mother... name and all.  That unease had never really gone away - he'd just gotten better at hiding it.

"You're pinching your eyes.  You don't have to get through the entire receiving line at once.  You can take a break for a few minutes to drink some water.  And if you need me, or the others, to rescue you for a moment... you can let us know."  Radu's voice was a soft growl.  Not one of interest, necessarily, but concern.  "I'd offer you a dance, but I don't think I'm on your list tonight."

"And if you don't want me being the one to give you an out... I'm sure Savi or Nick are more than willing.  Just... thought you should know."  He offered that quietly before taking a step back, inclining his head, and seemingly at ease with all that this evening happened to be.  He wasn't, of course.  He didn't like Riley being pregnant in front of all these people.  He didn't like that he had to play tame dog in front of the entire world, again.  He would much rather be tucked in a corner with a damned book.  But that wouldn't be right for an Escort in the Third Circle.  Especially not one meant to help keep an eye on things.

"Shall I escort you back to the line, Lady Roman?"  He offered his arm, naturally - just 'business' to be conducted. A  'report' to be made.  At least as far as any others might be concerned.  As far as Radu was concerned?  He'd just made sure that Sora knew she could ask for an interruption.

That she didn't have to wait until she was ready to snap.  That she could rely on the people who were sworn to serve the Court, and that he, at least, was ready to do what had to be done.  One way or the other.






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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #11 on: Feb 13, 19, 02:14:10 PM »
Nick unhurried and all but incapable of embarrassment simply remained standing where he was.  Close enough for Sora to join him, but not so close as to intrude upon whatever she and Orfan were discussing.  He received a reply from Sora almost immediately along the thread he had established, and he left the link open for her ease.  She had already been within his emotions, she could be in the first layer of this thoughts as well.  She was welcome there.  Nick knew that he would have his time with Sora that evening, as he wanted to make sure that she understood what he had done, and what she meant.  He stood straight and proper, and quietly absorbed the dancers, listening to the music and noting who was on step and who was not, as well as playing a mental game to see if he could determine who of a given pair was leading in the dance.

Stela and Striker were dancing, and he knew who was leading there.  It was much harder to tell between Jeremiah and Riley, and he believed that was because of how very natural they seemed together.  This was clearly not the first time they had danced together, but he knew that they had sparred together, hiked together, and whatever else they had done over the years together.  They were Bonded, and each a part of a whole in a way that made figuring out who led far more difficult than he had expected.  He had yet to meet Gabriella, but he knew Savi well enough to know that dancing was probably not his first choice, but this was not his first turn.  Gabriella led sometimes, at others it was Savi.  Precious was noticeably not dancing, but she had Escorts nearby, for good reason.  He did not know her well, and simply put, that was a gauntlet he saw no immediate need to pass through.

Nick shifted gears from enjoying the presence of those that were his, to looking for threats.  It was as natural as breathing.  One moment, he was considering his friends, and what having such meant, and the next he was making sure they were safe.  He spread out with his particular senses, feeling for the lives therein, squaring that with what he could see and sense along other lines.  Nick listened to the beating of hearts, the rushing of blood, and the small sounds that joints in some of those assembled made.  Savi’s knees actually squeaked, but he doubted that the big man even knew that.  Everything was as it seemed, as far as he could tell.  No one was hidden, that his Red let him find, and none of those in attendance seemed immediately likely to take violent action, though Nick knew the latter could erupt with very little notice.  He stood ready for that as well, as he should be.








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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #12 on: Feb 14, 19, 08:02:16 PM »
Riley felt like an immense weight had been taken off her shoulders, which was especially nice considering the weight that continued to grow inside her belly. Her skin seemed to glow with an inner radiance. Finally her Jewel hung from her neck in Meredith Mercer's setting with no Craft. Her Opal looked dull, being freshly drained by Derrial's skilled hands. Claudia had removed the spelled webs that had hidden the change in her scent that marked her pregnancy and had made her Jewel appear alive and vibrant, filled with power just waiting to be used.

It was a lie told out of necessity, and now that necessity was over. Being open about her pregnancy was such a relief. Sora was going to do a wonderful job. And all Riley wanted to focus on was eating, resting, and nesting. She had even signed a piece of paper stating such to appease her Triangle. And so that they would be able to hold it up to her when they felt she was being unreasonable and not holding up her end of things. Considering everything that had happened during her pregnancy so far, she kind of understood.

Hellbine was a patient if not terribly enthusiastic dance partner, while Ironborn was much more excited about getting to stand on his hind legs and loom above Riley. When Jeremiah cut in, Riley's smile grew even brighter. "You've always seen the way I glow," she said to her Shadow. Ever since they were children, Jeremiah had seen things in and understood things about Riley that few others did.

As they swooped passed Radu, Riley grabbed the apple he offered her, winking at him as she did. "Will you vanish this for me for later? I probably shouldn't eat while dancing," she said to Jeremiah, laughing. Others joined them in the dancing which made Riley feel full to bursting with joy. Gabriella even managed to drag Savi onto the dance floor. She wondered how the young Queen had managed to do that, but was just happy to see him willing to join in. She caught Adrian's eye and made an exasperated motion at him. He bowed to his Queen with a flourish before turning to the Queen at his side and asking Precious if she would like to dance. Riley and Jeremiah moved on before Riley got to see the answer.

"They seem happy, don't they?" she said to Jeremiah. She didn't need to clarify that she was talking about the Wards and the handful that were no longer Wards any longer but still a part of her heart and Court. Jeremiah would understand. It was after their next round around the dance floor that the song ended and a new one began. Riley hugged Jeremiah, turning to the side so she could rest her head against his shoulder. "Thank you for this. For all of this." She raised up on her toes to kiss his cheek before releasing him and turning to Scar. She approached the towering Eyrien and held out her hand. "Dance with me?" she asked. When he agreed, she beamed at him affectionately and pulled him onto the dance floor with her.

















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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #13 on: Feb 18, 19, 01:03:29 AM »
The winged Dark-Jeweled Queen would have ordinarily concerned Scar. Actually, he was still trying to figure out why she hadn't come up at the summit meeting. However, on this day, the only thing that concerned him was the well-being and happiness of his Queen. He had known of the pregnancy, of course. She'd told him after his return from Askavi, after the Decimation had swept through, shattering more people than Scar could count. It'd been a strange thing, watching the short-lived pick up from the same savage destruction that had been the background radiation of Scar's life. He found himself wondering, at times, how many children would be born to replace the dead. Children like him.

It seemed strangely fitting that his Queen would be one of those mothers, if somewhat slantways; instead of replacing a dead child, it was a dead man. Being a pragmatic sort, generally, Scar didn't understand why his Queen continued to circle back to the corpse of the man who'd fathered her child. Valeriu Dumitrescu was dead, only his body didn't have the decency to give up the ghost. He wasn't stupid or cruel enough to share his thoughts with his Queen, though. When she went to sit at the ex-Steward's side, Scar simply went to do other things. There was plenty to do when one was an ambassador, and Scar always liked to keep busy.

He watched the dancers, mildly interested by the way none of them seemed to run into each other. Eyriens didn't move like this, and he'd not yet bothered to learn how to dance in a way that was acceptable to the Court of Dena Nehele. He fluffed his wings out uncertainly, and then figured, what the hell. Wasn't like there were any other Eyriens to report him making an idiot of himself in front of the Court, and this was more of a family function anyway.

So he caught up Riley's hands in his, unsubtly peeking over to the other dancers to settle what, exactly, he should be doing. "I've never done this before," he said, solemnly, "so don't make fun."

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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #14 on: Feb 20, 19, 11:41:15 PM »
Drake put Stela Petrescu through her paces on the dance floor. He was an excellent dancer, evinced by the way he guided the young Priestess through the song that they’d chosen. But if Drake had expected Stela to be some starry-eyed girl who barely kept up with him, the Red Prince learned quickly that he was mistaken. While she wasn’t perfect in her steps, she was proficient enough to keep pace. Drake thought that, perhaps, her musical training had something to do with it. She also carried a conversation well, once she started talking.

In fact, once she started talking...it was a little hard to get her to stop.

Drake listened to her questions and answered them calmly, all smiles and southern charm. Stela Petrescu has certainly come out of her shell since arriving at the Territory Court the week after Sorinna’s stabbing. She’d made herself invaluable in the aftermath of the Decimation, guiding people around the palace and making her reports to Sebastian. Drake approved of her initiative and drive. If she could hone it, she’d have no shortage of people asking her join their Courts or moving up the ranks of the Conclave. Like Sorinna and Gabriella, Stela was one to watch in the coming years.

His eyes fell upon Rilandra as she danced with Jeremiah. She looked happy. She could start resting now and preparing to bring her child into the world. Rilandra’s pregnancy drove home, to him,  the idea of choice versus fate and he and Stela moved together on the dance floor. A different choice that night would have had her carrying his child now, rather than Valeriu’s. But it could also mean that he would be the one wandering the Twisted Kingdom, too. He’d never examined his thoughts about doing anything more than being a Myos for the rest of his life. He’d certainly never expected to be First Escort of Dena Nehele.

...oh, there’s Lady Robles now.” Stela said.

Stela’s voice broke through his musings. The current song was over. Drake released Stela and nodded to her while she curtseyed to him. He looked around to figure out who was next on the required conversation list and spotted Gabriella stepping away from Savi. Her head turned in his direction and he smiled.

Then he remembered Stela was standing there.

Please excuse me, Stela. Need to catch Lady Robles before she leaves.” he said.

Please, by all means.” Stela said.

Drake walked over to Savi and Gabriella just as the next song was starting. He looked between them.

Lady Robles. Savi. Good afternoon.” Drake said, before returning his attention to Gabriella.

May I have this dance?” he asked, extending his hand to the newly-named Queen of Neamt.









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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #15 on: Feb 22, 19, 03:15:03 PM »
Savi was skilled enough to not stomp on the Quiet Queen's toes, but barely. He had never served a Court before now. He’d tried to avoid doin’ it, even now, but he couldn’t deny the Queen a direct request. She’d needed to see her Wards safe and protected after one too many calls to the Healer. After havin’ been there when that son of a whore had stabbed the Rose Queen, he couldn’t rightly ignore what she needed from him.

Already he was seein’ the makin’s of his successor in the Red Jeweled Warlord Prince that seemed close to several of the Wards as is. Savi had a good thought Nick would protect that crew no matter what the threat. Would help the Queen to have the extra strength, Jewel and muscle, especially once that baby was born. Radu was trainin’ as a Healer’s Escort and Savi and Q had been workin’ on his Jacks trainin’ as the Decimation had left him without a mentor. Sora was Queen-in-Proxy, as Bear had called her. And the Quiet Queen in his arms was going to be rulin’ her own District soon.

When had they all started comin’ into their own?

Savi listened to Gabri tell him that she was gonna miss him. He ducked his head, aware his cheeks were turnin’ pink at her words. He hadn’t been expectin’ things to progress with Sora and then with Gabriella the way they had. Some mornin’s, he could hardly believe this was his life.

When the music ended, he bowed to the Quiet Queen and turned to see Drake comin’ towards them. He gave the First Escort a nod of greetin’ as the Quiet Queen spoke.

”Of course, Prince,” she said, offering her hand to Drake. Turnin’ back to Savi she said, ”Lady Petrescu seems suddenly without a partner. Ask her to dance Savi.” He waited just a moment to see Drake take her in his arms and they began to dance before turnin’ to Stela.

”The uh… that is, Lady Robles thought that we could dance. If you wanted. You don’t have to.” His calloused hand dragged across the back of his neck. If the Quiet Queen hadn’t just told him to, he would have been happy to slink back to the walls to watch. His scarred old mug wouldn't be winnin' any hearts, but at least he could try not to step on the Priestess's toes.   







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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #16 on: Feb 22, 19, 05:01:48 PM »
Stela followed Drake over to where Gabriella and Savi stood, the length of her navy dress trailing behind her.  Did she overdo it by talking so much? He wasn’t running away from her but Stela was pretty sure that she wouldn't get to ask him any further questions to sound him out on Court business or the possibility of handling her Virgin Night. Gabriella had already pointed out that he was a busy man. She put the matter aside as they closed in on Gabriella and Savi. There were larger issues to worry about right now, anyway.

Stela curtsied appropriate to her Queen, careful not to give away their relation even by accident. She was polite to Savi as well, knowing that the Guardian of the Wards probably rather be anywhere but here. That he showed up to support Riley and the others was an important mark in his favor. Gabriella’s suggestion bubbled to the top of Stela’s mind she crushed it down ruthlessly, even as Drake asked Gabriella to dance.

Well, Gabriella couldn’t exactly say no without causing whispers, so Stela watched the pair head for the dance floor.

The uh… that is, Lady Robles thought that we could dance. If you wanted. You don’t have to.

Stela turned and found Savi standing before her. It took a moment to register that he was asking her to dance, despite the next song’s starting and new pairs heading to the dance floor. She could almost imagine Gabriella giving her a sly wink from somewhere nearby.

Well played, Sister. Well played.

By all means, Lord Savu.” Stela paused. The Jack preferred being called Savi to his given name.

Yes, Savi. I’d love to.” Stela said, taking his arm. She followed him to the dance floor and prayed that she didn’t go too quickly or too slowly for him.

She reminded herself, this time, not to talk him to death.






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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #17 on: Feb 22, 19, 05:35:24 PM »
Sora and Radu had a strange relationship to each other, one that Sora was still attempting to decode nearly two years after their first meeting. They’d sparred together once and the Warlord Prince had moderately annoyed her with his seeming indifference to her Caste and her as a person. But he’d also watched out for Quinten for years before she’d found him. Her male loved Radu as much as he loved Kale, his brother by blood. They shared no bond but if something happened to Radu, it would hurt Quinten.

He’d lost enough in his life already.

All the same, she knew that something wasn’t right where she and Radu were concerned. She had an inkling of what it might be, but she rejected her natural instinct to pry, to seek his favor, to hand him a power over her that he had not done anything to earn.

So when he started telling her how the receiving line worked, Sora’s head tilted in inquiry. Warlord Princes were protective by nature, but she found it strange coming from someone who, by all appearances, avoided her whenever possible. She could hear something in his voice (concern?) but he’d always been somewhat distant with her, so she was still trying to figure out if this was just him doing his duty or if it was genuine.

She was about to ask him that question, but he kept speaking.

I'd offer you a dance, but I don't think I'm on your list tonight.

Now she was genuinely confused. She followed the general outline of his thoughts, but he went from concern to assuming who was her list of dance partners, to suggesting who could give her an out if she needed one. Sora understood what he was getting at, but she was certain that Radu never spoke to anyone else like this. Riley had glowing things to say about him and how far he’d come. Same with Savi and much of the Court. Quentin looked up to him and worried that Radu’s life path and his were about to diverge to a point that they couldn’t reconcile.

She’d meant to ask Radu about it, but this wasn’t the time or the place. So she remained silent and let Radu finish his statement. She smiled warmly at him, though she did not look him directly in the eye or offer any challenge to his statements. A casual glance would show a pair of former Wards talking quietly, possibly sharing an inside joke about the “old days”. Two years ago, her response would have been indignation.

Today was Riley’s day. She wouldn’t give the gossips anything to use.

Thank you, Radu, for your concern. I appreciate it. Please, escort me back to the receiving line.” Sora said. She could feel Marius brushing against her mind, asking what was wrong. He’d sensed it, clearly, the anger that she was pushing down.

Let’s talk again soon.” she said, laying her hand on his forearm and giving a gentle squeeze, as he would for an old friend, before releasing him. 

She let Marius know that she was fine. She’d be fine. She reached out to Nick, who she noticed was now watching her and Radu.

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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #18 on: Feb 22, 19, 07:39:30 PM »
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Sibylla's Attire
Celebration indeed. Sibylla had dressed in all black spidersilk for the occasion, her graceful and tall form sheathed in the elegant otherworldly fabric woven with her own hands. The dress sang with the heavy sweetness of her Uncut Black, but it was subtle, a tribute to the Queen who had thus far permitted her to remain in Dena Nehele. They still had not a moment to speak, but it made complete sense to the trained Black Widow as to the reasoning. While all children were precious, the child of a Queen was precious all the more when they were rarely permitted, at least, in the strangeness that Dena Nehele was, to thrive. As such, Sibylla delighted in the celebration, but unsurprisingly arrived fashionably late because she intially had been once more deep in the gardens, distracted with her task and why she was still primarily in residence at the Territory Court. The soil called to her, and she had soon discovered the why of it.

Witchblood.

She'd barely managed to hold her composure when seeing how far it spread. Her own mother had been a gentle, Light Jewelled Queen, and the land here was swathed in ghostly, terrible memory. While she had seldom exchanged too many words with most of Lady Rilandra's court (she still struggled to think of the woman as such a lesser sounding name as Riley, when Rilandra, when spoken properly, sounded akin to slow, permissive sex brought to a rising, tender scream), she noticed they all worked fairly well in tandem.

It was very unlike the deeply cutthroat Hayllian Court of which she'd spent some time among, though, at the time, the true darkness of her Jewels had been hidden by her adoptive mother. She missed the Lady Lilith very much these days, even though the woman had been far colder than what Sibylla now understood she had needed as a youth. She hoped that this Queen would be a better, more protective mother than her own had been. Either the adopted or the true.

The back of Sibylla's gown was entirely open, allowing the delicate tattooing visible upon her back, which hid deeply healed over whip scoring. Her escort for the evening, not that she had needed one, had managed to convince her that it was nothing to hide. They looked quite the pairing, herself and the Sapphire Warlord Prince at her side upon their entrance along with a few other latecomers. "Thank you," Sibylla said quietly. Her cheeks were pink with excitement, while her darker golden eyes shimmered with interest and rang with sensuality. "I would like to dance, but could we simply observe, first?"





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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #19 on: Feb 22, 19, 08:24:23 PM »
Sorinna Roman's hand squeezed his arm, and it was nearly enough to unman him.  Thank you, Radu... you're so helpful.  His mother's voice echoed in his memory, and he was forced to swallow that back.  He hadn't cried over his mother's death in years.  He wasn't going to do so here.  But it did straighten his spine a little more as he escorted Sorinna back towards the Receiving Line.. and her obvious companion in Prince Faa.  For a moment, he considered baring his teeth.

Why?

Even Radu wasn't sure.  He wasn't interested in claiming Sorinna Roman as his own.  Fuck no.  That was a nightmare waiting to happen - Quinten would throw a fit, and .. yeah.  It just felt wrong.  But that didn't change his first impulse to warn Faa off either.

Radu Orfan was not the impulsive creature he'd been two years ago.  He did not bare his teeth. He simply inclined his head, 'handing off' his care of Sorinna to Prince Faa, well aware that Prince Faa would make sure no one ever got close enough to hurt her.  He ignored the weight of gazes on his skin.

He ignored Sora's male, Marius, and went back to take his place near the wall.  His eyes skimmed over the room, crinking a little in amusement as he saw Savi and Lady Stela dancing.  If Savi could get out four words without stuttering, he'd be surprised.  And then there was Riley and her winged companion.  Speaking of which.. he turned his eyes back towards the wall, where he'd last seen Precious.  She was dancing with one of Riley's males - and if he didn't admit to being impressed by how smoothly she moved he'd be lying.

So far... everything seemed to be going fine.  Good.  If anyone caused trouble today, of all days?  The entire place will erupt, and we'll all be clambering for who gets to eat whoever it is.  There's too many Queens in this place for us to not all be on edge...

He wanted to reach out to Jeremiah, to reassure himself that this place was as well guarded as he was certain it was - but he didn't do that.  It wasn't his place.  He was an Escort... not the second to the Master of the Guard.  So he let his eyes scroll up towards the rafters instead, pulling out another apple to chew on while he looked for Sway, or some other sign of 'watchers'.






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« Reply #20 on: Feb 22, 19, 08:34:20 PM »
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Suleiman's Suiting
Black heeled boots, silk black trousers with laces along the sides of his slender, strong legs a perfectly arranged cream silk shirt with as many ruffles as one might find upon a woman's gown and lace along the hands to pair with it. A black suit coat that fell to the back of his knees were accents to hands covered in silver and golden rings and ears which had more piercings than one could near count ...

Suleiman had dressed down, tonight, so as to not outshine the Queen who's service he was now part of and had been for several months. He wasn't on any specific Escort duty for the evening, leaving him open to drag his fellow (in some degree) Hayllian to the celebration. Lady Sibylla had fallen to his persistent, coaxing charm, finally relenting when he presented her with a floral arrangement and did no more than kiss the palm of her hand with such control, fire, and maintained rage that it had made the slightly older woman laugh. He did his best to catch Lady Riley's attention as she twirled and winked.

Most people just called her Riley, but he'd choked up when asked to do the same. Perhaps once her baby was safely born, he'd explain, came the thought. Probably not. She'd probably have to tear it out of him.

He always added the 'Lady' with the understanding that his mother would know of his 'disrespect' all the way from Faro. Suleiman hadn't addressed a woman by her given name since the death of his wife, which he'd yet to explain to anyone and still didn't have the words for the pain that roiled through him enough to make him want to drink himself stupid. He didn't though. Not even on the anniversary of his own Queen daughter's death, which was coming up very soon. The Warlord Prince shut out the thought of it, focusing entirely upon the woman he was Escorting, then. He closed his left hand to a fist, which had started to tremble. Noemi, my Noemi. She'd been such a pretty-

We're done thinking about that. Focus on the celebration, prick.

Like a lot of women, he thought Lady Sibylla practically good enough to eat ... for days. Honestly, he thought the same of Lady Riley but wasn't sure if his cousin would try to rip off his face if he said it to her out loud.

They'd discussed the current state of Hayllian politics if it could be called that, he and the Lady Sibylla had, and she didn't look down upon him for the manner of his birth as many like her would have. He briefly attempted to catch Dragos' eyes in passing and offered the slightest of nods. "We may dance. But I think it should be now if you'll so graciously allow me, as I have the strongest feeling you will lose your nerve, Lady Aelius," he remarked in amusement, addressing her by her mother's surname. Suleiman grinned and watched the stunning Black Widow for the hint of permission he needed to lift her hand, then pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"You are too cunning to be wasted on the side of a dance floor, doing nothing. You should not allow the anniversary of your escape from ... slavers trouble you. Isn't it worth a celebration, too?" His voice had lowered, while her face brightened in pink hues. Suleiman, forever the tease, dragged a manicured thumbnail in circles over the inside of Lady Sibylla's right wrist as though he had about seventy years to do just that and nothing else. The man's brown and golden eyes glimmered with all the intensity of a Warlord Prince controlling himself with sheer willpower, as he had no Bond to speak of, and never had, despite nearing his first century.

"Prince Muşatin," she remarked while struggling not to laugh. "I do not think you should be allowed out in public, as you are worse than I am when it comes to being an absolute tease."

"Pretty, pretty. You know I would stop if you but said the word," he said into her ear, while lightly patting the bun at the back of his head ensuring that it was still elegantly arranged. He dragged his fingers through the loose midnight lengths that fell to Lady Sibylla's knees, perfectly straight and black for this occasion. Looping a handful of strands around his long-fingered, graceful hands, Suleiman smiled and tilted his head. "Dance with me, please?" Again, he waited for her assent, her allowance that he could keep teasing and touching her, half of the thrill was that she could flatten him into a cake of flesh with a thought.

The Warlord Prince tugged upon the hair in his grip gently and tilted his head toward it, scenting the lengths with such a tight focus and more, politeness, that Lady Sibylla rewarded him with a tremor. He was patient to wait as long as it took, however, for her to watch as many people as she wanted with wide, expressive eyes. To most of the short-lived, he understood how she looked, dangerous, trouble, problematic, but to him, Lady Sibylla was little more than a very lonely former slave that was still learning her bearings, and wanting nothing more than to help where she could.

Her soft skin was pink all over five minutes later as she nodded and tucked her hand in his. Suleiman pulled with just enough control upon the woman's right hand, grinning as her eyes widened at both his boldness and absolute lack of fear. Even in his heels, she was a little taller than him, but Suleiman made it work in his favour, perfectly keen to allow his gaze to wander after he'd asked permission for it, causing her laughter to ring out just enough for notice.

"There you are. It's pointless to try and hide, mmh?" Twice in quick succession, he twirled the Lady Sibylla, and the delicate spidersilk flared around her frame.

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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #21 on: Feb 22, 19, 08:37:48 PM »
Lady Bannok was not comfortable here.  She just wasn't.  There were so many people.  Her heart was beating just a little harder beind her ribs but Precious ruthlessly forced herself to maintain some calm.  This moment needed decorum.  She just needed to finish a little more of her snacking, and then she could go congratulate Sorinna Roman, and then.. then she could wave at Jeremiah Mercer and hopefully disappear back to her rooms.

She'd just been about to go gather her nerves to congratulate the Proxy Queen - much as that confused her, and irritated, and made her want to argue a bit - when one of her Escorts turned to her to request a dance.

Oh bother.  She was supposed to pretend to be enjoying all of this.

If any were to notice a hesitance in the speed of her expressions, it would likely only be Prince Mercer.  He simply knew her too well to not know that she was picking a face from her repertoire.  This one was a shy but pleased smile, and she gently set her hand on Adrian's arm.

"Of course."

Precious Bannok did not just move, she floated.  As Adrian began taking her through steps, she drifted along as if in a dream.  It wasn't necessarily intentional - it was just that dancing was one of the things she had been required to know, and so she knew it.  She could dance just as gracefully if someone's head were to fall near her feet, or if blood was to paint the walls.

Precious would have said she could maintain that pleasant dancing demeanor through everything - until she spotted another pair of wings.  There, for the first time in years, her feet did not move so gracefully.  Her breath caught, and she quickly snapped her eyes back towards Adrian's chest.  The difficulty of maintaining her grace quickly escalated, but she tried.

"I would like to get something to drink, please."

Oh sweet relief.  She was being led away from the dancers, away from attention, and back towards a place where she could perhaps get a very large goblet of wine and beg for a quiet corner to retreat to.  Prince Mercer... perhaps I should go.

Her eyes kept sliding, slowly, back towards Scar Kalashnikov.  Because that.. that was not going to lead to a good result.  Not for Precious, she was sure.  And then, at spotting the obviously Hayllian visitors?  The words flowing through her thoughts were not kind.  The absolute last thing she wanted to be around to witness was a meeting between an Eyrien and Hayllians.

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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #22 on: Feb 23, 19, 12:38:32 AM »
Nick had his senses spread gently through the room, like fingertips barely touching the strings of a recently strummed guitar, he could feel the vibrations.  He was waiting to see what happened next, to see who danced with who, and being patient as Sora had requested.  There might be other opportunities to dance, but he doubted anyone else would get to him in time.  Riley felt—pleased, perhaps even happy.  Nick hesitated to apply labels to the feelings of others, he did not understand his own well, and he felt it was better to be at least as cautious with the feelings of others.  Riley’s smile, however, along with the way her heart beat, and her scent, made him more certain about her happiness.  Nick felt an instinct to protect that happiness, and hoped no one did anything stupid to ruin it.

She hugged Jeremiah and turned to Scar.  Nick did not know Prince Kalishnikov very well, which was a situation that neither of them was likely to rectify.  They would get to know each other when circumstances required, and he would not intrude on the Eyrien’s embassy, and thus far the Eyrien had given Nick no hard and fast reason for concern.  He watched hesitancy as Scar went out onto the dance floor with Riley, could read his nervousness with his various senses.  That seemed right somehow.  It immediately made the Eyrien seem far more like any of the rest of them, than the ghost of a long forgotten foreign invader.  Nick was tempted to offer him advice, to let the Queen lead, since he did not know the steps, but he restrained the notion.  Discovery was an important step, and maybe it was better that the Red Warlord Prince not deny Scar the pleasure of figuring that out for himself.

Drake danced with Stela, and Savi with Lady Robles, and Nick observed as they changed partners.  Strike was as calm as he ever was, his heart beating evenly reliably, but Savi’s reminded Nick about how uncomfortable the burly man often found these kinds of situations.  He gave him a small nod of encouragement when the rough and tumble Jack moved past him as he danced with the young Priestess.  The absence of Savi’s Red was still something that Nick had not become accustomed to, and Savi was training him for a new role, so he had been exposed to that absence for longer recently.  It still bothered Nick on some level, like a pair of comfortable boots disappearing, it was just—annoying.  He sighed, and released the old irritation with the release of air.  Savi had not missed his stride, and so Nick once again told himself not to dwell on it.

If they were standing in the same room, Nick was particularly attuned to Sora’s moods.  He did not have to look over to her to read her rising irritation.  He was very familiar with the workings of her body, and the beat of her heart, and as he felt her mood change it slowly drew his attention and his focus.  His eyes rose to Marius, cat-like green eyes finding the other man’s in a silent exchange, before he cut his gaze to Sora once again.  *Of course.*  Nick replied warmly, wondering what Orfan had said or done to ruffle the feathers of the gentle Queen.  It was then that Nick winced slightly at the arrival of the Black Jeweled Black Widow, Sibylla Traianus.  He heart beat steady and strong, along with her sheer presence.  Nick had become accustomed to keep company wit Aleia and sometimes Healer Ariake, but the feel of this Darkness was entirely different—and perhaps a touch too alluring.  Her scent danger, risk and intrigue, and just as the Ebon Gray Healer Queen had made him curious, so to did the Black Jeweled Black Widow.

Orfan brought Sora to him, and Nick returned his nod.  The problem with the Red Warlord Prince was that he could read people very well.  He could sense the sharp points in the other Warlord Prince’s presence, debating the possibilities, and consulting his Rules.  All that he received was that nod, and Nick dismissed the moment, focusing on Sora.  Someone new was asking the Black Widow for a dance, even as he reeled his senses in away from that one.  Precious Bannok, Red Queen, continued to hover at the ages, Nick imagined she was somewhere between flight and participation, with the former the likely option, something that was borne out by her movement towards the sideboard.  He turned his focus on the Queen already taking his hand, and favored her with one of his subtle smiles, ”Sorinna.  You look particularly lovely this evening.”  It was delivered in the same matter-of-fact tone with which Nick seemed to say everything.  Of courses she was beautiful.  It was just a fact.

Nick led her out onto the dance floor, and took her in his arms with confidence.  His hand remained in hers, and the other came to lightly rest on her hip.  He met her eyes, and when the moment was right, he led them right into the dance.  The same training that made him agile and graceful on the sparring mats served him well here, and thanks to Prince Belmont and Lady Aleia, he knew the steps to the popular dances.  Nick spoke through their thread as they danced, his gaze captured by Sora’s.  *May I escort you to your rooms this evening, Sora?  There is something I have been meaning to discuss with you, and tonight seems the best time for it.*  An invisible touch caressed her cheek, and glided over the nape of her neck in an effort to get her to release her tension.  The spelled watch was in the pocket of his waistcoat, along with the chain and fob artfully arranged across the front of it.  He wanted her to have it, tonight, before further congratulatory events delayed its delivery.








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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #23 on: Feb 23, 19, 12:54:17 AM »
Gabriella found she was much happier to be present and dancing than she had expected when she was preparing to come down to the gathering. It took a kind of preparation for her to be comfortable in large groups. Even the evening meal was sometimes too many people for her to navigate without some measure of effort. She forced herself to do things that were uncomfortable as often as was needed. The duty instilled within her in the halls of Dhemlan’s Academy had not been discarded as easily as the stiff dresses and dark veils.

But she found dancing with Savi that she was far more at ease than she had been in quite a while. The question of her future had been decided. Soon she would leave for Neamt and begin establishing her Court and her rule. Riley’s pregnancy was no longer a secret that needed to be hidden but a joyous occasion to be celebrated.

As she danced and spoke with Savi, she looked around the room and saw the Queens present. She wasn’t sure she had seen so many happy faces in all her time in Dena Nehele. It lightened her heart. The people who surrounded her in this room had earned her trust and kept her safe and in that, there was a sense of peace she rarely felt outside of when she was wrapped in Sora’s arms.

Her thoughts of the Queen brought her attention to her beloved as the music ended. She observed the tension in her shoulders and knew that the evening was wearing on her. She wondered if she would be able to steal her away early. Perhaps they could use the excuse that Gabri was leaving soon and they needed to spend their last few nights together? In another Court, she wouldn’t have thought so, but under Riley, such things seemed to take a different, and somehow higher, priority.

Drake approached her and she bowed her head in greeting. Riley’s Court was often informal about such details of Protocol, but Gabriella was not. He asked her to dance and she met his gaze for a moment before answering. ”Of course, Prince,” she said, offering her hand to the First Escort. She turned back to Savi added, ”Lady Petrescu seems suddenly without a partner. Ask her to dance Savi.”

The Queen didn’t wait to see if he obeyed her lightly offered command. She knew that he would, in that same quiet way she sometimes knew things that seemed to be within the domain of Queens. She had never thought to ask Sora if she experienced the same kind of knowing. She made a mental note to bring it up with her sometime.

Drake took her in his arms in a more firm and precise hold than Savi had used. She wondered if it was simply his nature as a Prince to be exacting in his movements, or if he was actually a dancer who enjoyed the act so often practiced whether it was enjoyed or not. Gabri herself was new to Dena Nehele’s style of dance, having only just encountered it the first night she met Sora a year and a half ago. As they spoke polite words of greeting and query to the other, Gabri was relieved to have a strong lead to follow. This dance was trickier than the one she had just done with Savi.

She couldn’t help noticing how the light caught in his eyes as they talked. Even more so when she smiled, the blue was like a shimmering gemstone. Gabriella could feel the heat rising in her face. If she began to blush now, while openly dancing and speaking with the First Escort, she would be deeply embarrassed. But the realization that she was already embarrassed only deepened the creep of rose across her pale skin.

It was enough to distract her. Even with Drake’s skilled lead, she lost her footing during one of the faster steps and began to slip. She could feel herself falling and it was as if everything slowed down. She knew it was happening, but was powerless to stop it.

As she went down, Drake moved with her, as smoothly as if it was a rehearsed moment. His fingers sank into her flesh through the soft fabric of her dress, his hold on her hand moving as if without thought from a light hold of her fingers to a firm grip of her wrist. He moved her into a deep dip, and Gabri was suddenly no longer falling, but held tightly by the First Escort.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she took startled shallow breaths. She realized suddenly how very close their bodies were, and how very close his face was to hers. Those blue eyes held something different now, something that she didn’t have time to fully recognize. The moment lasted a heart beat past when she thought it would. And then another. Gabriella could feel his breath against her lips.

And then, just when she knew something had to happen or she thought her heart might burst, he pressed through her outer and inner barriers and was suddenly deep within her mind.


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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #24 on: Feb 23, 19, 01:39:03 AM »
Drake loved dancing. He enjoyed the activity itself, but also watching as many forms as he could take in. Along with his aunt, he was a fixture at the shows of several troupes within Dena Nehele. The artistry inherent in moving with music constantly amazed him. Drake had studied hundreds of performances as a cover for his real profession but also because he liked making the attempts to discern with dancers really enjoyed their Craft versus which dancers were merely going through the motions in order to get paid.

He found several people in the latter group as he danced with Gabriella Robles. Sullie, his cousin, caught his eye as he made his way across the floor and Drake acknowledged him with a nod and a smile. He needed to talk to him later about the winery problem and how to address the issue. Losing the winery had been a major blow to his family’s income. The Musatin branch of the of the family got into wine, so the story goes, only because one Drake’s great-grandfathers talked them into the idea. In either case, Drake was glad that his cousin had come back from Hayll after years away. With Viorica unresponsive and Drake all but broke...the Cutrov’s were in dire straits.

Drake put those worries aside for the time being, however, and focused on the Queen of Neamt District who’d accepted his offer to dance without issue. He watched her suggest that Savi dance with Stela and smiled at the Warlord. He really hoped that Savi liked listening because he was about to do a lot of it.

He drew Gabriella close to him and smiled. His initial movements were slow and deliberate at first, understanding that the Green Jeweled Queen was familiar with a different style of dance from her years in Dhemlan. He recalled that afternoon in his office as he explained to Gabriella that Savion Euskara, the man who kidnapped her to further his own agenda, was dead. The grief and betrayal that rolled off of her was nearly enough to smother him beneath its weight like a cold, wet blanket wrapped around him while being trapped in the roiling sea. She’d collected herself, but Drake knew that it would take years for her to work out the wrongs done to her and come to terms with her captivity.

Still, when he looked down at her, he saw a young woman who’d endured something terrible but who would also survive it to become greater than her jailer ever intended.

They made small talk about a few things, causing Drake to remember that he owned a book he wanted to lend her. He thought about making a gift of it, but he wasn’t sure how Gabriella would view that. She’d asked him for his advice on finding a First Escort, not his friendship. They’d shared some personal information and a couple of laughs but that didn’t clear him to give her gifts. And then there was that other thing they’d spoken about. Drake hadn’t followed up on that, weighing her privacy and agency as more valuable than solving her problem for her. She’d promised to handle it and he left it at that.

But something nagged at him that it was too dangerous to leave it be.

The faint blush creeping across her skin caught his attention. He liked its slow spread, the way that the blood beneath her skin crept across her flesh. The blush extended beneath the fabric of her red dress and he realized that he hadn’t complimented her on how she looked. The faint tinge of embarrassment colored her scent. Drake wanted to ask about it, but recognized the current song was headed for a change in tempo that threw off any dancer that wasn’t prepared for it…

like her.

Gabriella lost her foot and started to fall. Drake’s arm wrapped hard about her waist, pressing the Queen against him while he arrested her fall. Dropping her would have been a greater faux pas on his part than hers, but he’d avoided by turning the move into a deep dip that was more graceful than it should have been. He was suddenly very aware of the way her body curved beneath her clothes, much as he had been that day inhis office. Red suited her better than green, as a color, he was sure of that now. Her brought Gabriella back to her feet.

The blush in her skin was still there and it was deeper than it was moments ago. Her heart hammered, making her pulse race beneath her skin. He needed to say something. He needed to make sure that she was alright, but he knew she’d tell him what he wanted to hear the moment that he asked. An automatic response for an automatic question, one that would fool ninety-nine out of a hundred people looking to save face.

He didn’t want the automatic answer.

Her outer barriers parted like a silk curtain. Her inner barriers parted with greater ease until he was further in her mind than he had been before. He saw her breath catch. He expected her to pull away, to cause a scene, to say something.

And then he understood.

Are you okay, Lady Robles?” Drake asked, holding her close against him as the song drew to a close.

She didn’t need to answer. The answer to his question flashed through his mind in a series of images, each more poignant and in sharper relief than the last. She could have lied to him, but she didn’t. She offered him the truth. 

He understood.









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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #25 on: Feb 25, 19, 12:15:25 AM »
Maseo was glad to receive an invitation to this event, though he wasn’t sure what it was for until he arrived. Learning that Riley was pregnant explained a great deal of the secrecy that surrounded the Court in these past months. His appointment to the Second Circle made him feel like a larger part of the Court, which made him feel like he was tied more to Dena Nehele. His Black Widow studies with Raluca also felt like taking his first steps into becoming part of the Coven, something that would have been impossible in Tacea.

He spoke to Lady Petrescu in the beginning and most kept to edges of the room. He watched Riley and Jeremiah dance together, noting how the Territory Queen seemed more full of joy than he’d ever witnessed. Conversely, Lady Roman seemed ill at ease with the duties now placed upon her. Time would tell if the Dragon-in-Waitng would follow in her mother’s stead as a decider of Dena Nehele’s fate. She would live for centuries beyond today, if she was fortunate, something that Maseo wondered if the young woman ever thought about in her lonely moments.

He straightened the lapels of his black suit as he watched various couples meet, dance, and change partners between songs. It was hard for him to believe, at times, that they were all Blood. The people of Dena Nehele were barbarians in the truest sense of the word but Maseo found things to like about many of them. There were even a scant few who could be loosely defined as honorable. For the time being, he simply listened to various conversations and kept tabs on the interesting people who came and went through Riley’s Court.

Lady Amina Nieto was one of the more interesting of those people. He knew little of her, besides her friendship with Lady Roman. Maseo heard that she and Lady Roman were of an age, but even if they weren’t, it would have been impossible to tell. The woman’s golden eyes reminded him of Ji Yoon, though a deeper and more pure gold than Maseo was accustomed to. He considered something and made a decision.

He strolled over to Lady Nieto and offered polite nod of greeting.

Lady Nieto, would you like to dance?” he asked.





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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #26 on: Mar 06, 19, 11:26:00 PM »
Sora moved close to Nick and smiled at his compliment. He kept things simple and, unlike the conversation she’d just had, Sora found Nick’s words and moods easier to understand. She wouldn’t have guessed, when they met, that they would be as close as they were today. She enjoyed his company and he had a way of cutting right to the heart of matters that made Sora want to put aside the politics, the double-talk, and even the implications of caste and just see the world as it truly was. Inwardly, she was still afraid of that world and the people who inhabited it. That world was an ugly place where someone like her could wake up with a slit throat or a knife in the belly for not being ruthless enough to survive.

Thank you, Nick. You look great, too. By the way, thank you for just being upfront with me when I ask you things.” Sora said. She could feel the urge to rant coming on, but that wouldn’t be a good look in front of most of the Court on what was supposed to be a joyous occasion. She needed some time to think over how to deal with Radu, but she wouldn’t spend this party doing that. This was a time to have fun and enjoy the people around her, especially since Gabri was leaving soon. She didn’t much want to think about that, either, but it was inevitable.

Nick let her talk about the party and some of the other matters on her plate as they danced. Sora wasn’t as graceful or fluid in her movements as Nick, but she felt like she was holding her own. She saw Gabriella dancing with Drake and was both glad and a little annoyed. At least he’d stop asking if anyone had seen her, now. She also saw Stela dancing with Savi and suppressed the rising urge to walk over and cut in on their dance. Nick deserved better than that. Later, though, she’d ask Savi what Pretty-Shitty Priestess wanted besides pretending to be the most helpful person at the palace.

Her irritation evaporated at the sound of Nick’s voice in her head. Her attention returned to him just in time to feel those phantom fingers brushing across her cheek and then her shoulders. Her eyes closed and she pressed just a little closer against him, her hand grasping his just a little tighter. He asked to escort her to her room tonight and Sora’s irritation was replaced with excitement.

*Yes, you certainly can. Is everything okay?* she asked. Her mind had gone one direction before recognizing that Nick might actually need something else from her. She’d not attempted to use her Emotional Healing on him since that first time, because she knew it brought up things for him that he needed his own time to process. Since then, they’d talked more and spent more time understanding their own feelings, and each others’.

*We can talk about anything you want.*










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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #27 on: Mar 13, 19, 03:50:54 PM »
Nick was, if he were being honest, somewhat relieved to have Sora close.  The company of a Queen he felt close to was always soothing, better than the crowd that they were surrounded by, and the annoyances that the changeable people often represented.  He focused on Sora, simply because that was best.  That did not mean he was unaware of his surroundings.  There were people here that he considered his, and they were deserving of his protection, and his alertness, but he did not speak with then.  There was Lord Shingetsu, another member of the Second Circle, someone he had not quite figured out, but with Sora close and in his arms, he did not have to.  He breathed her in, and when he released that breath, most of the petty annoyances that came with everyone else that was not his, faded just a bit more.

”You are always welcome, Sora.  I do not know any other way to be, and it serves you best if I am who I am.”  His hands were where they were supposed to be for their dance, one of her hands in his, his other hand resting on her hip.  It was innocent enough, but their knowledge of each other lent the simply dance pose a greater intimacy, at least it did to him.  He was very familiar with the swell of that hip, and the curve and line it was connected to.  Nick was very aware of her agitation, even her anger and annoyance, so he peeled away a layer of his restrain, and let her feel his presence, soothing her with the steady weight and  knowledge of his psychic scent.  She was safe with him.  Sora felt a soft touch to her cheek, as if an invisible hand had cupped her face there, and a slow invisible thumb traced the fullness of her lower lip.  Nick held her eyes, his expression unchanging, waiting for their music to begin.

Nick led them into the next dance without missing a beat or a step.  He moved confidently with her, though if anyone were paying attention, he held her closer than necessary.  He noticed where Sora’s eyes went, because his eyes remained on her, and he listened to her talk about the event and the people.  He saw when a flicker of annoyance danced across her eyes for Striker, and of actual anger for Stela dancing with Savi.  Nick would have to make it a point to find out why, from one of the two ladies.  He distracted her from that with his thoughts, and the caresses of Craft.  She pressed closer to him, and seemed to relax.  His request brought an electricity to her that he never quite expected.  People liked him, he knew, but so few were excited at the prospect of spending any amount of time with him.  *Yes, I am fine.  Everything is fine.  That is, from one perspective, what I would like to talk to you about.*  Nick shared a small smile with her, brief and subtle, to ease her mind.

*I know that, Sorinna.  I know.  I would like to share something with you, but this is not the place for that.*  He continued the dance, holding her closer now.  *Whenever you are ready to retire, I will go with you.*








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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #28 on: Mar 29, 19, 11:27:39 PM »
Amina really hated parties.  They were just shows of wealth and status, wound up in the pretence of a celebration of some form or another.  An excuse for women to dress to catch the eyes of men and men to strut around for the approval of their ladies.   She had only agreed to come because Sora had asked her to attend with her and she was fond of the Queen and that was high praise because she generally didn’t really like anyone.

Still, she was there not only as a guest of the soon to be proxy Queen of the Territory but as an unofficial ambassador of Dhemlan and the Academy so she decided against her better judgement to put on the costume that would be expected and if she was going to do so, she wouldn’t hold back.  She settled on a clever gown   that she had seen in a shop window, with a few minor alterations.  The undergown was shear enough and close enough to her skintone to appear almost non-existent, and the top layer had been a solid rich violet gown that she had the seamstress reduce into an intricate design of vines and webs that seemed to drape over her form, hinting at what might lie behind strategically placed clusters of design.

Sora had been surrounded as soon as they had arrived, swept away by names and faces that Amina had been introduced to at some point but hadn’t really remembered their names.  She let the Queen go about the business of being flattered and congratulated, whisked off to dance with some fellow or another.  She settled herself comfortably against a wall and watched the room with her piercing golden eyes, absorbing sights and sounds that might come in handy at another point. 

Riley certainly fit the image of a woman expecting a child, perhaps it was the joy of finally being able to reveal her delicate condition but she certainly was glowing with a sort of inner happiness that Amina didn’t remember seeing before this point.  It certainly was good news, children were always a source of joy though Amina certainly didn’t want any for herself.  No thank you, to be powerless and heavy, swollen and uncomfortable.  She wanted no part of that.

She had accepted a few offers to dance from men she wouldn’t remember as soon as she left their side.  She enjoyed dancing, but she wasn’t really pleased by the closeness of another body to hers or the way that some of them thought her acceptance of a dance meant that their hands had free invitation to feel their way across her body.  Just because a woman chose to wear a dress that made her feel attractive didn’t mean that it was an open allowance for groping.

She had almost decided that her obligatory time to attend the event without offending by leaving was coming to a close when a tall stranger approached her.  Well, perhaps not a stranger.  She had seen him around the residence, and it was very obvious that he was as much a non-local as she was.  Tacean, though her name escaped her at the moment.  Certainly not a common name to remember, she was a little surprised that when he looked at her he met her gaze fully.  Most men felt uncomfortable under her gaze and would fix their eyes on a point just between her eyebrows instead of looking her directly in the eye.   Interesting.

He gave her a polite bow, so Protocol perfect that it gave her a little start.  He was crisp, the lines of his narrow face almost in line with the tailored suit he wore like a second skin.  Amina hadn’t had the opportunity to study him much before but he was certainly an interesting fellow.

“I think I would,” she said with earnest surprise as she placed her hand in his as she let him lead her out into the dance floor amidst the other turning pairs.  His hand rested on her waist and with measured strength and a form that showed someone who had been well trained, he led her into the steps.   Amina had studied dancing of course at the Academy, their education was very well rounded, but the steps he led her seemed to be a strange variation of one she had learned.  Still, with the firm way his hand flexed and the shift of his feet, she was easily able to follow his lead without stumbling over her own feet.

“Are you enjoying the festivities Lord,” she said politely, because she still hadn’t settled her memory on his name and it was starting to bother her.  With Sora stepping up, she needed to have a better head for all the different names she would be expected to know but she didn’t want to admit that she had forgotten his name when he so clearly remembered her own.



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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #29 on: Apr 14, 19, 02:08:30 AM »
Maseo pulled Lady Nieto close to him as they moved to the dance floor. She followed his lead easily enough, something that Maseo was glad for. Black Widows could go from amenable to homicidal in the blink of any eye and one rarely saw the change until death set in. He was managing this one easily enough to start, but he had plenty of time to mess this up if he wasn’t careful. Her scent, however, intrigued him. Maseo thought that a closer look at a member of the Caste that he wished to earn for himself would be helpful.

Not to mention that he enjoyed the way her body curved beneath her dress. She’d had men looking at her most of the evening. She’d danced with a few, but Lady Nieto did not seem like the type of person who remembered someone unless they gave her a reason. She posed a challenge, one that Maseo had to accept.

He really didn’t know how to stop himself. 

I am enjoying myself, Lady Nieto. Riley’s joy is multiplied by all of these wonderful people around her. Lady Roman is an amazing conversationalist and I think she will make a good Proxy Queen.” Maseo said, keeping his attention focused on Amina as they moved across the dance floor. He had many questions about Dhemlan. Now he had someone to discuss them without at length.

But I’m sure that I’m just telling you things that you already know. Are you enjoying the party?” he asked, adjusting his hold on Amina’s waist so that they did not bump into the other pairs gliding across the floor near them. Maseo used a whisper of Social Craft to make his words appear less like prying into her life and more like the genuine interest in her as a person that it was. He’d broken the ice, but now he wanted to go a little deeper and get her talking about herself.

How do you like Dena Nehele so far? Have you been into the city proper yet?





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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #30 on: Aug 15, 19, 05:24:52 PM »
She had to give him credit, he certainly was a skilled dancer and while his hands moved down her back and his fingers splayed tight enough that she could feel their heat through the sheer fabric of her dress,  it wasn’t invasive.  For a male touching her, he was tolerable and dare she even say, enjoyable. 

“She does look very happy,” she said, glancing over towards the Queen as they turned in a way that gave her a view, “I hope that her delivery is swift and they are both healthy.  I know that Lady Roman will do a fantastic job.  I hadn’t planned on enjoying my time with her as much as I have.”  She glanced at him sideways as he led her past a few dancers, “To be honest, I wasn’t pleased with the reasons that brought me here but spending time with Sora has been very amusing.”   He wouldn’t realize it but that was high praise from her.  Hopefully he wasn’t one of those males who easily offended and equated amusing with a negative sentiment, especially when speaking about a Queen.  Yes Queens had their place in Blood Society but at the end of the day, they put their pants on one leg at a time, same as any witch. 

“I think that Sora takes things very seriously, which will make her cautious and attentive which will make her a good Proxy,” she said after a moment.  “I have seen what frivolity can come from witches from all Castes who make assumptions based on their position and how some can take advantage of that accident of birth.”  Her mouth gave a little twist of remembered annoyance.

She glanced down briefly as his hand moved on her waist, prompting a sharp eyebrow to arch reflexively before she realized his intention and relaxed a little.  “It is a party,” she said a little nonchalauntly, glancing around as they moved, “Not quite the same sort they threw at the Academy.  Here people are genuinely enjoying themselves, and not just appearing for the social grandstanding I’m used to. Of course, in Dhemlan large gatherings like this are a political move as well as a social one, especially among the Academy classes.”   She blinked a little, surprised by the ease in which she was chatting.  Hmmm, perhaps that punch was a little stronger than she was used to and was easing her tongue.

“It is different,” she said with a cautious air.  “That seems like such an obvious answer, of course it is different.  Dhemlan is old, but it never seems to change.  Dena Nehele always seems to be in a state of flux, which is good.  It keeps you on your toes, makes the day to day very interesting.   I have only been into the city once or twice while my escort was still here but I sent him back to Dhemlan.  He had his own family to tend to and missed them.  I’ve been assigned a young Warlord in training by the Coven in the meanwhile but I’ve mostly been staying at the residence with Lady Roman.   I much prefer quiet company to bustling city life.”   She cocked her head a little.  “I suppose that with her ascension, while temporary, Lady Roman will be far too busy to socialize so I should go exploring a little more.”  She glanced up at him, “Have you found any particularly interesting places that you suggest I visit?



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Re: words to be shared as one becomes two
« Reply #31 on: Sep 10, 19, 11:05:21 PM »
She does. Riley and I didn’t start off well when we met, but I like a great deal. She’s direct and determined. She truly cares about Dena Nehele and its people, especially those who weren’t born to money. I respect that. And her.” Maseo said, holding Amina close as they moved across the dance floor. Her skin felt warm, even through the fabric of her dress. He wanted to explore the curve he felt just a few inches further down, but held off. Black Widows were the most sexual and sensual of the Blood, but Maseo had no desire to feel a snaketooth at his throat.

He agreed with her words regarding Lady Roman. “She is as serious and focused as any Tacean Queen I’ve ever encountered. She’s endured much, but I think that here in Dena Nehele, that is a benefit rather than a liability.” he said, his eyes sweeping the floor as he looked over the rest of the guests. His fingertips drew lower, resting on the curve of her hip for a long moment.

I’ve been invited to a number of parties since I arrived in Dena Nehele. Most of them are just excuses for people to show off the size of their second or third home. In Tacea, we open our homes to celebrate others. But this is a celebration of others and I like it well enough.” Maseo said.

I didn’t believe people when they first told me about the Guilds and the things that they do. I’m still getting used to the idea that people pay others to spy or kill for them. You’re right, though. It keeps people on their toes.” he said, layering Seduction Craft into his words to make his tone of voice more pleasing to Black Widow. The golden color of her eyes intrigued him. She was talkative right now. He wanted her to speak more and she did, telling him about how her former escort returned to Dhemlan and how she’d been staying with Lady Roman.

You certainly should explore Bidea. I learn something new every time I walk out the door. I’d suggest that you visit the tea shop that borders the shambles, and not just because I own it. I’ve also heard of a wonderful winery in Tulzbruja that’s just come under new management. Their tours are well-regarded.” he said.

I could suggest other places of interest, but we’ve only just met. I can’t give away all of my secrets.





 

 

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