[ The letter arrives, neatly folded, with only a dab of wax to seal it, though there is no emblem upon it. Instead, she has laid a piece of lavender into it, holding it tightly. Something between them, as an good seal ought to do: it could only be from her, and only to him. ]
— His Majesty, King Anduin Llane Wrynn of Stormwind, Priest and Servant of the Light,
I hope you may forgive me my long silence in speaking to you. I fear it is because I have been unsure in how to even begin - though I am a woman of many songs, it seems words of my own being escape me frequently. With the weather rising, I knew I would not be as I ought to be, with you, and I could not bare to be anything other than what you deserve. No less for the festivities busying the city so, I had not the time to pen it to you. For there are scarce the words ready, in my heart, even now, for how well it is I think of you.
That what I must set down, is the truth of my heart. I beseech your forgiveness if it a clumsy way to speak so but I have thought and thought upon how to say it, and I wish only to tell you that I hold you in the deepest affection, I have and will, all my days. Whilst perhaps there was elsewise to blame for all ardency, it was truth I gave from my lips. A truth which I said gladly and would say again to all that ask of you, how it is I feel for you. How fond I am of you shall always be true.
But with the humblest of souls, I hope you know that I have no designs on you or your affections, and as I have been informed by those of this city, there is no risk of a child, nothing and no one to bind you to me. This city so often seeks to bring desire about, even on the most unlikeliest of grounds, and I would be a cruel and sinful woman to ever wish to bind you in any way to myself. Nor a ruse to force your hand to a contract or any other such matter other than to know the pleasure of your company with my own, something I hope, that you found in me, also.
If you wish not to see, nor hear from me again, as I can only imagine what a woman you must think of me, as honourable a man as you are, simply only send me nothing and I shall know to never speak of any of this, ever again, to anyone. But I wish, most fondly, to talk and share with you again, in whatever capacity you deem fit to look upon me.
I lay my truth gladly in your hands, with all honour, truest noble lord,
Gilia St. Loe, Second-Child of the Isle St. Loe, She Who Sings the Sea to Prosperity.
I hope you may forgive me my long silence in speaking to you. I fear it is because I have been unsure in how to even begin - though I am a woman of many songs, it seems words of my own being escape me frequently. With the weather rising, I knew I would not be as I ought to be, with you, and I could not bare to be anything other than what you deserve. No less for the festivities busying the city so, I had not the time to pen it to you. For there are scarce the words ready, in my heart, even now, for how well it is I think of you.
That what I must set down, is the truth of my heart. I beseech your forgiveness if it a clumsy way to speak so but I have thought and thought upon how to say it, and I wish only to tell you that I hold you in the deepest affection, I have and will, all my days. Whilst perhaps there was elsewise to blame for all ardency, it was truth I gave from my lips. A truth which I said gladly and would say again to all that ask of you, how it is I feel for you. How fond I am of you shall always be true.
But with the humblest of souls, I hope you know that I have no designs on you or your affections, and as I have been informed by those of this city, there is no risk of a child, nothing and no one to bind you to me. This city so often seeks to bring desire about, even on the most unlikeliest of grounds, and I would be a cruel and sinful woman to ever wish to bind you in any way to myself. Nor a ruse to force your hand to a contract or any other such matter other than to know the pleasure of your company with my own, something I hope, that you found in me, also.
If you wish not to see, nor hear from me again, as I can only imagine what a woman you must think of me, as honourable a man as you are, simply only send me nothing and I shall know to never speak of any of this, ever again, to anyone. But I wish, most fondly, to talk and share with you again, in whatever capacity you deem fit to look upon me.
I lay my truth gladly in your hands, with all honour, truest noble lord,
Gilia St. Loe, Second-Child of the Isle St. Loe, She Who Sings the Sea to Prosperity.
Edited 2020-12-09 18:15 (UTC)
[ The next letter arrives with a little dried satchel of lavender. On the front of it, picked out in golden thread, is a Lion, dancing brightly against a plain linen that she keeps for this sort of work. ]
— His Majesty, King Anduin Llane Wrynn of Stormwind, Priest and Servant of the Light,
I am overjoyed to have word from you, I know it is ought but the city's doing that there has not been the time to share our time as we have been accustomed, know it is only that it pulled me away that I did not write to you sooner. I too, have thought of you so often, I thought perhaps I ought to go mad in wanting to speak with you.
For I have missed our time together, they have been a balm to me, in the difficulties I face in the city, for I still mean as I said to you the day we met. In your company I find peace. To have you smile when you look upon me shall be all I could ever want, and to know that you feel gladdened by my presence as much as I am by yours? Is like the summer thaw to a long freeze.
I will call on you but the second you ask for me - I have exciting news that I am most glad to share with you: I am to be Contracted and moving with my new Dominant to the Up soon. As soon as all the forms are correctly signed. He is glad to let me come and go as I please, so I will be able to visit you not so restrictedly by the cities tenants. I hope for you to meet him also, I should think he would be glad to know I have the acquaintance of someone as kind and honourable as you.
most ardently and with words that I devote to you,
Gilia St. Loe, Second-Child of the Isle St. Loe, She Who Sings the Sea to Prosperity.
I am overjoyed to have word from you, I know it is ought but the city's doing that there has not been the time to share our time as we have been accustomed, know it is only that it pulled me away that I did not write to you sooner. I too, have thought of you so often, I thought perhaps I ought to go mad in wanting to speak with you.
For I have missed our time together, they have been a balm to me, in the difficulties I face in the city, for I still mean as I said to you the day we met. In your company I find peace. To have you smile when you look upon me shall be all I could ever want, and to know that you feel gladdened by my presence as much as I am by yours? Is like the summer thaw to a long freeze.
I will call on you but the second you ask for me - I have exciting news that I am most glad to share with you: I am to be Contracted and moving with my new Dominant to the Up soon. As soon as all the forms are correctly signed. He is glad to let me come and go as I please, so I will be able to visit you not so restrictedly by the cities tenants. I hope for you to meet him also, I should think he would be glad to know I have the acquaintance of someone as kind and honourable as you.
most ardently and with words that I devote to you,
Gilia St. Loe, Second-Child of the Isle St. Loe, She Who Sings the Sea to Prosperity.
[Wrathion has spent a few hours trying to correct this problem that he created for himself on his own, but as magical as he might have been, he was never much of a healer. The equally troublesome problem was, of course, his aversion to asking for help.
So the simple and vague message comes at a later hour, after Wrathion has exhausted many other ideas.]
Come by, when you are able.
I've come upon some information I would like to share with you.
So the simple and vague message comes at a later hour, after Wrathion has exhausted many other ideas.]
Come by, when you are able.
I've come upon some information I would like to share with you.
[ If he's reaching out, it has to be important. Anduin doesn't press for more details over the network, at any rate. Instead the reply is short and simple: ]
I'm on my way.
[ It certainly helps that they're still in the same building, only a few floors apart. ]
I'm on my way.
[ It certainly helps that they're still in the same building, only a few floors apart. ]
[ On Christmas Eve, there is a knock on Anduin's apartment door, and when he comes to open it, he will find a carefully wrapped gift waiting for him, with a tag that reads:
Anduin,
This place means big changes for all of us, and for you especially. I know you have a lot on your shoulders back home, and we will GET you home.
But until that point, relax, and find out who YOU are.
Merry Chrismas
Jacob
When he does unwrap the gift, he will find a bath caddy, and a box containing warm, soothing candles, some gentle soaps and body washes, and a small bottle of wine. ]
This place means big changes for all of us, and for you especially. I know you have a lot on your shoulders back home, and we will GET you home.
But until that point, relax, and find out who YOU are.
Merry Chrismas
Jacob
When he does unwrap the gift, he will find a bath caddy, and a box containing warm, soothing candles, some gentle soaps and body washes, and a small bottle of wine. ]
[When Anduin opts to open his door to venture out for the day, he will find a carefully wrapped box waiting for him. Wrathion does not knock to signal its arrival. Unlike his few other gifts, he does not bother to hide his identity -- it was only fun if there was a small challenge in it, and the young king would no doubt recognize any clues he would have given too quickly.
Upon it rests a small scroll, tied with gold twine. The note reads:]
History dictates that cold kings make for unpleasant company.
- The Black Prince
[Inside is a neatly folded and felted poncho in a deep blue, with carefully embroidered golden lions. It appears to be enchanted for eternal warmth.
Careful inspection will reveal several black scales hiding within the stitching of the filigree -- dark and small enough to be near invisible at a distance.]
Upon it rests a small scroll, tied with gold twine. The note reads:]
- The Black Prince
[Inside is a neatly folded and felted poncho in a deep blue, with carefully embroidered golden lions. It appears to be enchanted for eternal warmth.
Careful inspection will reveal several black scales hiding within the stitching of the filigree -- dark and small enough to be near invisible at a distance.]
[Tim wants to get his new acquaintance something, but he has no idea what. So he ends up giving Anduin a set of candles that are suppose to smell like pine trees. The included Christmas card will let Anduin know who sent the gift.]
Merry Christmas,
Thank you for your lessons this year.
Tim Stoker
Merry Christmas,
Thank you for your lessons this year.
Tim Stoker
[It is a few days before Wrathion has decided that he's made his point regarding his frustration with Anduin's decision on how to handle the incident at the market. He's had a few things happen since then, and the reality is that he is still aware that the other man was hurt enduring things which most other sentient beings would never willingly put themselves through.]
You still owe me a game.
You still owe me a game.
When your done with your current appointment, will you come meet me in my office?
Peace be with you. This is Rhys Dashasa. You have my sincere apologies for the way this may leave things short-staffed, but I unfortunately will not be up to making my shifts at Haven this week.
[ Because he'll be in Fiddler's Square on display as part of his realignment, but it seems like mentioning it would make an even worse impression to his new boss. ]
[ Because he'll be in Fiddler's Square on display as part of his realignment, but it seems like mentioning it would make an even worse impression to his new boss. ]
Thank you for notifying me. I can arrange for those shifts to be covered as needed.
Is there anything I can do to assist?
[ He'd still like to know the reason, if at all possible. A week's absence is obviously a concern, more for Rhys than the shifts.
More work for him to focus on right now is...probably a good thing. ]
Is there anything I can do to assist?
[ He'd still like to know the reason, if at all possible. A week's absence is obviously a concern, more for Rhys than the shifts.
More work for him to focus on right now is...probably a good thing. ]
[The message comes late, some time after Jacob's citations had been given out.]
You have been quiet.
[Which is probably the closest message of support he could possibly expect from Wrathion -- acknowledgement that he is watching him.]
You have been quiet.
[Which is probably the closest message of support he could possibly expect from Wrathion -- acknowledgement that he is watching him.]
[ A day or so after this mess ]
On the breakfast bar, waiting for Anduin once he's ready to start his day, is a pretty little bamboo steamer basket, and a fresh cup of tea. Jacob is awake, just about, less good at being up in the mornings now than before, and he is sat there with a cup of Earl Grey of his own, sipping at it quietly.
On the breakfast bar, waiting for Anduin once he's ready to start his day, is a pretty little bamboo steamer basket, and a fresh cup of tea. Jacob is awake, just about, less good at being up in the mornings now than before, and he is sat there with a cup of Earl Grey of his own, sipping at it quietly.
He'd taken time to shower, to pray, do his morning stretches, and had finally managed to get somewhat dressed by the time he made his way out in the living area. The smell of tea doesn't surprise him. It's always been Jacob's drink of choice, and he'd made sure keep them stocked on his favorite sorts.
It's the steamer basket that's unusual, and his eyebrows lift as he pads closer to the seat Jacob's perched himself on.
"What's this?"
It's the steamer basket that's unusual, and his eyebrows lift as he pads closer to the seat Jacob's perched himself on.
"What's this?"
[ There's no response until he returns home, unfortunately. Rather, once Wrathion has allowed him to return home.
Gilia had picked up his device after the dragonnapping, thankfully, and he sees Rey's message as one of those left behind once it's been returned to him. ]
Gilia had picked up his device after the dragonnapping, thankfully, and he sees Rey's message as one of those left behind once it's been returned to him. ]
Tell me you're home and safe or I'm going back to the cave.
@rey | event misfire (cw: nsfw, a hint of a hint of coercion)
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2021-03-24 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ the picture that comes through is obscure, a partial photograph of the curve of a bare hipbone from above. bare all the way down — the frame does not stop in time to occlude the rise of coarse, dark hair across rey's pubic bone. her skin, paler there, shines with sweat and the slick gleam of some thicker liquid, natural or artificial lubricant smeared across her thigh and hip. ]
Round two
Tell me when I can stop doing this
Round two
Tell me when I can stop doing this
[ Oh.
Oh that's--
Yes, a quick check of the user name tells him who it is, and if his face hadn't been burning before, it certainly is now. Something tells him this was absolutely not meant for his eyes.
What does he even say? Is it better to just politely ignore it? No, no. Better to let her know what's happening, in case it decides to send her messages to someone else. ]
Rey, I'm not sure this went to who you intended.
[ They've never had a 'round one', to start with. ]
Oh that's--
Yes, a quick check of the user name tells him who it is, and if his face hadn't been burning before, it certainly is now. Something tells him this was absolutely not meant for his eyes.
What does he even say? Is it better to just politely ignore it? No, no. Better to let her know what's happening, in case it decides to send her messages to someone else. ]
Rey, I'm not sure this went to who you intended.
[ They've never had a 'round one', to start with. ]
[What Anduin receives one evening is a picture. Anders is most certainly recognizable even with his hair down and shirtless, but he's half curled around a sleeping man. The picture is obviously taken by the healer for the playful smile on his lips, but with the playfulness is an adoration and contentment he rarely wears in public.]
You should come home soon, love. I'm afraid our star couldn't quite make it.
You should come home soon, love. I'm afraid our star couldn't quite make it.
[ It clearly wasn't meant for him, like so many messages bouncing around the city right now. But he can't say in this instance that he minds, even if it feels like looking in on something a little too personal. A little too intimate, for the not knowing.
He's never seen Anders look quite that way before. He looks softer, younger, and the love in his eyes is all too plain to see. Goes to show that even in this place, some real happiness can be found, if they allow it for themselves.
It's almost a shame to delete it. But it isn't something that belongs to him, and it seems wrong to keep it. No matter how adorable it might be. ]
I'm almost certain this was meant to go to Hawke.
He's never seen Anders look quite that way before. He looks softer, younger, and the love in his eyes is all too plain to see. Goes to show that even in this place, some real happiness can be found, if they allow it for themselves.
It's almost a shame to delete it. But it isn't something that belongs to him, and it seems wrong to keep it. No matter how adorable it might be. ]
I'm almost certain this was meant to go to Hawke.
I know this will probably sound a bit alarming, so please do not be alarmed. But I need to know how to get blood out carpet.
It appears I owe you some form of thanks.
Rey stopped by not long after we spoke.
[By "stopped by" he means she broke in, but he's not about to put that in writing when all these misfires and blackmailing is happening.]
Rey stopped by not long after we spoke.
[By "stopped by" he means she broke in, but he's not about to put that in writing when all these misfires and blackmailing is happening.]
Edited 2021-03-25 01:21 (UTC)
i miss my sister
i love her so much and want to see her again
but if she comes back here again im sure she will forget everything we said to one another
she will just want to kill me again
i love her so much and want to see her again
but if she comes back here again im sure she will forget everything we said to one another
she will just want to kill me again
He's been to Haven before now, although not really inside. He's spent time in the roof-top Garden with Persephone, he#s waited outside for other friends once they'd had treatment, but he's not exactly fond of hospitals. While the big square building is nothing like Lambeth, that place has tainted his expectations, a sense of horrible foreboding hanging over the building no matter who is in charge of it.
But it isn't the Lambeth Asylum he reminds himself as he shoulders open the door, his arms full of the heavy box of supplies liberated from the Rubies. And when he steps in, for a moment it could be the asylum, if only because there are so many people about. Patients and their loved ones, as well as staff and volunteers. Clearly there's an effort to see to those with more superficial injuries here, while those who need more care are taken deeper into the building. All of them look too busy to interrupt, so rather than try and get directions, Jacob simply weaves his way through the press of people to the mouth of a corridor. Somewhere, he'll find someone to give the box of goodies to.
The contents of the box look like they were lifted from the hospital in the first place, or taken from somewhere that makes medication for it. So while technically he might have poached it from the Rubies, they probably got it illegally anyway, and two wrongs always make a right. Of course, the Rubies weren't amateurs and it hadn't actually been a walk in Hyde Park to get what he had from them. Now the adrenaline is wearing off, the pain in his ribs is a little sharper than it was before, but he knows the more attention he gives it, the worse it will get.
As he passes a door that's half glass, he spots a familiar blonde ponytail. A very familiar ponytail, in fact, one that belongs to his priest. He'd hoped Anduin was in the Up, out of harm's way, but perhaps it's best for everyone else that Anduin is here to help. They could bloody well do with it.
He pushes that door open too, ribs aching as he does so, but he tries not to show that on his face and beams at Anduin instead. "Gift basket for Mr A. Wrynn?"
But it isn't the Lambeth Asylum he reminds himself as he shoulders open the door, his arms full of the heavy box of supplies liberated from the Rubies. And when he steps in, for a moment it could be the asylum, if only because there are so many people about. Patients and their loved ones, as well as staff and volunteers. Clearly there's an effort to see to those with more superficial injuries here, while those who need more care are taken deeper into the building. All of them look too busy to interrupt, so rather than try and get directions, Jacob simply weaves his way through the press of people to the mouth of a corridor. Somewhere, he'll find someone to give the box of goodies to.
The contents of the box look like they were lifted from the hospital in the first place, or taken from somewhere that makes medication for it. So while technically he might have poached it from the Rubies, they probably got it illegally anyway, and two wrongs always make a right. Of course, the Rubies weren't amateurs and it hadn't actually been a walk in Hyde Park to get what he had from them. Now the adrenaline is wearing off, the pain in his ribs is a little sharper than it was before, but he knows the more attention he gives it, the worse it will get.
As he passes a door that's half glass, he spots a familiar blonde ponytail. A very familiar ponytail, in fact, one that belongs to his priest. He'd hoped Anduin was in the Up, out of harm's way, but perhaps it's best for everyone else that Anduin is here to help. They could bloody well do with it.
He pushes that door open too, ribs aching as he does so, but he tries not to show that on his face and beams at Anduin instead. "Gift basket for Mr A. Wrynn?"
He'd been going over paperwork -- or in truth, bent over the paperwork with a hand to the bridge of his nose and attempting to refocus -- when he hears the door open. It takes a split-second to realize who it is before his eyes go wide, and seconds later he's crossing the room with a handful of hurried steps.
"Jacob! Oh, thank the Light."
And the assassin would find the side of his face caught by one very warm hand, tilting his head up for a brief but earnest kiss of relief. Everything's been so chaotic that seeing even one person he knows, safe and sound, is a relief. Seeing Jacob?
It's not the most dignified he's ever been, but at the present he doesn't really care about who does and doesn't see them.
"Jacob! Oh, thank the Light."
And the assassin would find the side of his face caught by one very warm hand, tilting his head up for a brief but earnest kiss of relief. Everything's been so chaotic that seeing even one person he knows, safe and sound, is a relief. Seeing Jacob?
It's not the most dignified he's ever been, but at the present he doesn't really care about who does and doesn't see them.
How do you heal?
I know that's probably an odd question, but I think I need some help figuring some things out pertaining to such abilities.
I know that's probably an odd question, but I think I need some help figuring some things out pertaining to such abilities.
Thank you for listening.
I may require some form of bloodletting, however, the act would need to be discreet. I feel no malice in you and I am willing to trust you with this task should you be able?
I may require some form of bloodletting, however, the act would need to be discreet. I feel no malice in you and I am willing to trust you with this task should you be able?
Lady Maria didn't mind going to Haven so to speak, though the smells and the sights reminded her of Iosefka's Clinic, the familiarity ended there.
It wasn't busy, which was a good thing, she rather preferred what they had arranged to be a private affair, after all, it was somewhat of a strange request he was helping her with. She was, as normal, dressed in her Cainhurts Hunter's garb, boots, tricorn, and cape, not meaning to look as apposing as she did as she entered the building and asked for directions to where Anduin could be found.
Lingering around, making sure that no one else was waiting to be seen by the man before she let her presence be known. Rapping her knuckles on the frame of the door as she stood there, slightly apprehensive about the whole situation. She'd never had her blood drawn before, only spilled and used as a weapon.
"Good sir, Anduin is it? Please, forgive my tardiness?"
It wasn't busy, which was a good thing, she rather preferred what they had arranged to be a private affair, after all, it was somewhat of a strange request he was helping her with. She was, as normal, dressed in her Cainhurts Hunter's garb, boots, tricorn, and cape, not meaning to look as apposing as she did as she entered the building and asked for directions to where Anduin could be found.
Lingering around, making sure that no one else was waiting to be seen by the man before she let her presence be known. Rapping her knuckles on the frame of the door as she stood there, slightly apprehensive about the whole situation. She'd never had her blood drawn before, only spilled and used as a weapon.
"Good sir, Anduin is it? Please, forgive my tardiness?"
He was within his office, going over sheets of paper stacked upon his desk with the furrowed brow of someone who took his work a little too hard and a little too seriously, particularly considering how young he looked otherwise. But at the rap at the door, his eyes quickly darted upwards.
"Ah. Lady Maria?"
With a soft smile he drew to his feet, inclining his head politely. "No, not tardy at all. Please, come in." And he gestured to a chair in front of his desk, opposite the one he'd been sitting in moments ago.
"Ah. Lady Maria?"
With a soft smile he drew to his feet, inclining his head politely. "No, not tardy at all. Please, come in." And he gestured to a chair in front of his desk, opposite the one he'd been sitting in moments ago.
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