A trail of Tears and Broken Promises...

[BadInfluence]

If Gia didn't have to marry the way she did he probably never would have left...

That was pretty much the bare bones of his dissapearance. It wasn't because he wanted to, or that he needed it, it was because he had to. A couple of her husbands had been older, frail, unwilling or uncaring who or what Gia did. Valkyrn had been different, he was a whiny bitch of a male, eager to see slight and insult in everything, and he watched Gia like a hawk. As if he had any right to what she did as a male but he was mighty uppity all the same. Oh he had HATED him with a passion, Valkyrn was the worst sort of male drow, but he came with a nice purse attached so he didn't fault his sister at all...



The issue was that their times together were becoming harder, riskier to pull off, more and more hiding spots were being rooted out as Valkyrn was SURE Gia was cheating on him... Well she sure as hell was but not the way he thought, though his constant snooping was going to expose things that even the drow couldn't overlook, for all that a Matron cheating was almost expected? Incest was still a serious no-no. Gia could suffer serious penalties and fines for the crime and he would have been put to the death, a crime that would have hurt Gia to the depths of her soul, and for that same soul? He had dissapeared...



Anya was thier last act together, her conception was the joy of his heart but also the very reason he knew he had to leave, for as that little girl grew? Facial features would become pronounced, attitudes and behaviors, and it wouldn't be long before people started to look between himself and Valkyrn and realize the baby looked NOTHING like her 'father' and very much like her uncle. He had left in the night when it was safe to travel and made it as far as he could, roughing it in a way he hadn't known before as Gia had always ensured he was well cared for, but in that time? He'd learned a lot about himself and within those travels had met his first Harlequin... It didn't take much for him to join, storing his memories in a spell tome for him to go over later if he ever wanted to figure out who he had been, and for about a decade? Life had been extremely good. He enjoyed his work, his god, his troupe and his friends. But one day something came up and he began to wonder what had been his life before Chegorath, and as such went to the book and upon reading it, oh so much had flooded back. He remembered Gia and their daughter, remembered who he had been, the reasons he left... And now? Now it was there, staring him in the face as Gia had come into the room with their child for the princess run, and his heart? Shattered, he felt a numbness sink over him like an icy wool blanket, like he was locked in a sudden winter.



It took more than a little bit of jarring from Naut to get his attention back but he was able to resume his duties, counceling Ace on what each princess brought in terms of merrits and possible futures, which ones were a worthy look and which to gloss over without opening the cover. All the while his eyes kept darting up to Gia until the very end when all were dismissed. He wasn't sure where Anya would go, perhaps around the castle, perhaps the city but he knew Gia... She wouldn't mix with surface rabble... She'd be in their own suits. It was there he headed after Naut seemed to look right through him and sent him packing so to speak, and so packing he went up to her room under the cover of twilight, slipping in silently as the grave. He knew she would be pissed with him, she'd likely whip strips off his back and he'd have earned those too, but he also knew he owed her an explination about a lot...



"Gia?" He'd ask in the main room and wait for her to respond... He'd make his next moves from there.

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To say she was shocked was an understatement.. she had received the invitation from Sydel to be here.. to step back into the spotlight with her daughter Anya.. Trades the actual reason.. to open it back up between the House and Silverthorn.. the olive branch had been extended.. her and Sydel used to be incredibly close.. and it all ended so abruptly.. misunderstandings turned to anger.. which then turned to violence.. the two of them had been at odds with one another for years.. trading blows..until Nautilous brought it all to a sudden and swift end..


She had walked into that Throne room.. a few steps behind her daughter.. their gowns were unique.. the finest spider spun silks.. the veils and headpieces.. it was classy and almost demure .. yet on the other hand it left little to the imagination.. just nothing was out on display.. catching another set of ruby eyes amongst a sea of colours was something she never would have expected and it rocked her to her very core.. the shock would have shown on her features.. before she reeled it in.. the Mistress of the poker face.. before Anya shifted back to the Throne.. and thats when she stepped back into the shadow of the high backed chair.. her hand rose to clutch at her chest as she took a few deep long breaths.. it was getting harder.. she could feel an almost panic attack forming.. but she would not let it win.. not here.. not now.. she would not ruin this ..

she felt his eyes upon her.. just every so often though she didn't glance across to him.. she simply looked ahead.. glancing over this Rose woman.. and then Violet.. the drama that followed.. before instructions were read out by Ace.. soon enough the women would move to step out.. many speaking on spending time wandering the city itself.. some desiring to retire for the afternoon.. there were Mothers berating their daughters for not standing up straight.. or how their hemlines were just far to short.. she turned.. walking slowly along side Anya as the two of them moved to exit the room.. a slow purposeful saunter.. as with all that she did.. it was calculated.. fully reasoned and probable outcomes predicted before she would even attempt it.. If there was one thing that she stood for.. it was complete control over her own life..

it was a clear preference but.. as she was quickly finding since the moment she lost her home and nearly her life..it didn't always work out that way...Anya quickly decided she wanted to go out and see the city sites.. the lights at night.. to breathe in the surrounds of such a wondrous place.. she'd not been within a Kingdom like this before and as much as Gia had reservations for such she knew she couldn't shield the young woman forever.. with her mind elsewhere the two returned to their suite.. off to the side..Sydel had made sure the Drow were the farthermost down the line.. with empty rooms upon either side..giving them a bit more privacy..Anya disappeared off into the second unit.. it adjoined the one she was in.. they were both adults and didn't need to be in each others shadow..

her heart however had not stopped skipping since she walked back into her suite.. resting her back to the door there as she slid down to sit on the floor.. Oh she was going to have a break down she just knew it ..unable to figure out on just what she was feeling.. was it anger?.. was it sadness.. was it grief or relief even?.. what she wouldn't have given for a long deep dark cavern.. somewhere she could have just screamed her aching away.. no one would have heard her.. it was something she had done.. so many times in her youth.. and when she was married.. the only true way to fend off the frustrations of having to deal with absolute idiots .. but here now she felt a little trapped.. she sat down on that floor.. her knees up to her chest as she just wept ..she just trembled and shook.. her body just forced it all out of her.. just releasing it all..

when he left so suddenly she wondered what had happened.. where he had gone.. only to be told he must have died.. she was a Matron.. a soon to be Mother.. a Mistress and a Wife.. she couldn't be seen grieving for a simple family member.. especially not a male one..stiff upper lip.. Chaka could see the cracks appearing.. but did her best to buff her sister up.. to keep her focused.. which lead to the rising of the Navere House.. before she couldn't take it any longer.. when all that pent up anger just came out and Valkryn was the target.. there was a tapping at the door then.. it snapped her out of it.. she blinked and reached her hands up.. wiping them across her cheeks.. Yes? -she'd call out


Anya - Its just me Mother.. I cant seem to locate that one golden dress of yours..it must have been packed in your things instead of mine..


Gia- she cleared her throat and pushed herself to her feet.. drawing the door open-.. Ah. yes of course.. wouldn't surprise me if the bags were all packed wrong.. Your Aunt has the most useless young men catering to her..

Anya-.. Is everything ok?.. You havent gotten changed yet.. and in as much as you look stunning I know much better of your preferences when behind closed doors.. Do you need assistance?..


Gia-.. Oh.. no I'm fine.. really just, got a little distracted.. Though yes.. If you could help me with this zipper.. I will get out of this.. and we will find your dress for the evening -she took another long deep breath.. steadying her words.. her heart.. her pulse.. as she turned.. drawing that webbed veil forward for now as she felt the zipper trailing down her back.. the dress becoming looser and looser.. before she stepped forward into the bedroom..The furnishings on her suite and it would be much the same for Thaylans were dark.. all the windows were blacked out.. thick luxe curtains hung and were drawn.. blocking out all sunlight..

lights were shrowded with shawls and lace.. she drew open one of the cupboard doors.. sliding her fingers across the gowns there before she located the one her daughter was after.. -.. Ah.. yes.. here it is.. -she nodded.. handing it across watching as Anya disappeared into the room beside hers.. she turned back to the hanging garments once again.. plucking out the kimono styled gown.. it was soft and incredibly light.. allowing that dark sequinned dress to fall.. to puddle at her feet.. she crouched down to pick it up.. to let it drape over the back of one of the chairs.. the white dotted gown was drawn up over her bare rounded hips.. it was made almost entirely out of the softest white tulle.. you could see the shape of her but she was far from naked.. she sunk down to sit before the dresser.. peering down at her reflection in the mirror.. -


Anya- calling out from the room beside-.. I wont be out too late, especially with the hand to hand tomorrow morning.. Ill make sure to get back to my suite before the witching hour..


Gia- she smiled a little and nodded-.. sounds like a good idea yes.. -she spoke back through the door.. reaching up to draw that metal crown from her head.. the webbed veil soon followed..leaving her neck quite bare.. she'd remove each pin slowly.. those striking red curls would tumble back down to her shoulders.. she never cared for that white hair.. it was something she would forever colour.. till the day she died..


Anya had removed the parade gown and slipped into something a bit more playful.. and it was a gown her Mother used to wear once upon a time, maybe he might have recognised it?.. it was short.. settling mid upper thigh.. stocking clad legs that seemed to go on and on.. a pair of heels.. her hair was down this time though..but she preferred it white.. it was straight as a door nail.. long luxurious.. she went to exit that second room then only to catch him as he was slipping in quietly.. she blinked.. -.. Hello.. -she tilted her head to the side-.. Ohh.. yes.. I remember.. from earlier are you here to see Gia?..

-she'd question as she gathered up the small clutch of coins she had gathered.. -.. She's just getting changed.. Its quite rare to see our kind out.. in the wild so to speak.. -her gaze.. that deep vivid red regarded you.. as if she was judging you.. something she would have picked up from her Mother-.. Are we by chance.. related?.. I mean.. I heard the King mention your name.. its.. well.. we share a common last name.. I'm not one to believe in coincidences.. I happen to think everything happens for a reason even if we dont realise it straight away.. -she smacked her lips together.. making her way toward the door then.. -.. You look rattled though.. someone stolen your sweet roll?.. -and there was his smile as it spread across her features.. -.. It cant be that bad surely.. -she patted his shoulder.. before she slipped out the door quietly..



Gia- she didn't catch all the conversation.. just the smart little quip at the end.. it would be when his back was turned to her that she would be found leaning slightly against the door frame.. her arms crossed about her chest.. -.. Takes after you.. which i guess is kind of odd..-that captivating red gaze lingered upon him there-.. Considering you were Never there.. -straight for the heart.. no beating around the bush.. no circling the prey.. it was a hard strike..-.. I thought you were Dead.. -she looked considerably calm really.. but on the inside she was a complete mess.. her heart was skittering about within the confines of her chest..

the mere sight of him in the same room had flooded that body of hers with goosebumps-.. I was TOLD you were dead.. -she suddenly snapped.. her voice rising as her arms fell from her sides.. she pushed away from the doorframe she was leaning against ..making her way across the room toward the hearth above the open fire place.. she popped open the little brass box ..it was the same one she had back in menzoberranzan ..it held her laced cigarettes.. though it was charred and had been repaired quite a few times one of the very few things she was able to get from down in the rubble of what was left of her home.. -

Anyas gown (Gias old dress)
Gias dress 1
Gias dress 2

Gias hair colouring and length

[BadInfluence]

Well to answer Gia's silent question earlier yes... Yes a drow could go pale because the moment Anya caught him he turned a surprising shade of ash, turning to see Anya up close for the first time, at the reception he had been a few feet away but this? He could smell her here, hints of drow that never left the skin combined with floral scents and something citrusy, a little exotic... Her mothers style but different, crafted moreso to Anya herself versus her mother, but enough notes to make him feel startling homesick. "Correct, Princess Navare. I come on behalf of the King to speak to Matron Navare in regards to a few possibilities." Slick cover but would it hold? He quickly resumed his neutral expression, all gentle friendliness in every line and feature, absolutely approachable in every way. As she spoke she compelled him to answer, he couldn't be rude and brush them off, especially due to breed and position... And she was his daughter though she'd never know it. "True enough but there's a big world out there and some of us get an itching to see it from time to time." Drow were rare but... Not entirely unheard of. The next bit... Ah shit how to explain that one? He'd not lie to her but telling her the truth was complicated... Could he find a middle ground? It seemed hard if not entirely impossible... "I am a relation yes, though I left Menzoberranzan before you were born, most have forgotten me entirely so I wouldn't worry about it much myself." Please dont let her pry... Though what she said next? Made him laugh and shake his head. "Not just one sweet role, they stole the damn tray, can you believe it? Cheeky northerners." He said and it took all he had not to reach up and catch her hand to pull her in for a hug. She was so damned beautiful, the best parts of him and her mother, with a good bit that was all her own. It wasn't till Anya left that he went the rest of the way in and quietly called out Gia's name and yep... He figured as much...

At least she didn't hit him...

Yet.

"Gia..." He said gently but she wasn't wrong. He had left before anya was born to try and keep the waters calm, to spare Gia and their daughter any taint, any possible strife in the future. "She is beautiful... More than I dared dream she might one day be..." It was the truth too, to his heart she was a dream, the perfect little Princess and Matron one day... He let her take her verbal hits though before he would try to explain, not that he wanted to make excuses he just... Wanted her to know the truth... "I did die in a way... Please, my dear sister, sit down so I might explain... What you do with me after I will accept without complaint or issue..." Would she do it? If she did? He'd take the seat across from her and begin as best he could, from the beginning or close to it. "Your husband at the time, do you recall him? Valkyrn? " He'd ask, waiting for a conformation before he'd continue. "He was catching onto us, hounding and destroying the places we had to meet up in, stripping them down one by one... He figured you were having an affair when you got pregnant with Anya... You hadn't touched him in weeks and he went searching..." Letting out a sigh she could tell in the stiffness of his shoulders that even remembering it was a source of stress for him. "If anyone had found out about us I would have been put to death and Anya would have been branded a freak if not worse. In leaving I was choosing to spare Anya that fate." He wouldn't even try to say he was sparing her. She had mourned the loss of him, the many years they were apart she had to carry on without him, all alone in the heavy silence... "I went to the surface and traveled as far away as I could. In those travels I found a member of Chegorath who was a Harlequin... It killed me inside to live without you and I felt it was better to forget everything... I made a memory stone that I entrusted to someone to hold for me in case one day I longed to know who I had once been..." It had been two years ago that he had sought out those stones and had his memory returned to him, and after hearing that Valkryn had passed on due to his own stupidity, well his first wish was to go and return to her side but... It wasn't so easy. His life was no longer wholey his own and return was not so easy, he had duties to perform, a troupe to run... Returning to her side was just... Not possible... Not yet...

Today had been a shock to see her face to face, he had planned it all so differently, and all those plannings went to shit in that exact moment. Because of all that though he was able to come to her now and do his best to show her why he had to leave. "I'm sorry Gia... I did what I thought was best at the time for you and our daughter... I am only a male and I couldn't see the grand scheme of things like you could... I'm sorry you had to birth our daughter alone, I'm sorry you had to rear her without her father to help, and I'm sorry about how much heartbreak I had caused you... My life is yours to take if you wish it... I can offer nothing less to atone for my crimes against you..."

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He had watched when Anya stepped out of the room.. having caught the very end of the conversation.. just the cheeky remark about sweet rolls.. before she shot a few barbs at him.. he left when she was pregnant..one evening he was there.. her life seemed.. dramatic as usual.. Valkryn forever kept her on her toes.. and then the next.. he was gone.. no word.. no reason.. nothing.. she stalked across the room.. those lengths of spotted tulle shifted with every movement.. taking a burgundy coloured cigarette from the box .. she scoffed when he said he did die in a way.. glancing toward him when he motioned for her to sit.. and she did.. just not where he was wanting

.. she moved toward the lounge area of the common room.. pushing open the door that would lead out into the small private courtyard.. she didn't exit though.. she just settled down upon the lounge chair closest to it.. if he so desired there was another close by.. she slid that cigarette between her lips.. the tip of it sparked to life.. a sudden flourish of orange spark before a thin trail of scented smoke would float up and out the opened door.. she exhaled slowly.. an almost exasperated look crossed her features.-.. I dont think anyone could forget Valkryn.. -her legs crossed at the knee.. drawn in fiercely tight.. she may no longer have been a true head of house.. but you couldn't really lose the training.. her gaze followed him as he settled down to sit.. he spoke on how her husband at the time had been making things difficult.. destroying the places they had been meeting.. how the childs paternity had come into question.. she dragged her tongue across her teeth.. tapping the ash from the scented stick down atop a small saucer-.. He was an incredibly jealous person.. -she nodded

.. her hand rose as she flicked those thick ruby curls over her shoulder.. -.. I know he followed me around.. I know he was suspicious.. to a point.. however.. -she took another drag.. leaning forward a little as she looked at him directly-.. You never told me anything about him destroying those places.. You never thought.. to take me aside.. when everyone was in reverie.. to tell me that he was more or less hunting you down?.. -she tilted her head.. -.. There was always solutions.. there was Always ways around it.. But no.. You took it upon yourself to take a future that was not entirely yours.. and to take it away.. Do you have Any idea how many months I spent looking for you?.. Do you have Any idea how many years I sat in the dark on my own.. and I ..-she just fell silent..

shaking her head as she took one final drag of that cigarette.. holding it a little longer than necessary before releasing that stream of smoke-.. it doesn't matter.. The thing that kills me the most.. about this.. is that You could have let me know you were alright.. You could have written a letter.. it could have been cryptic.. it could have been coded.. You could have had Someone else come tell me.. Something.. ANYTHING.. to tell me you were alive.. I wouldn't have liked that you felt you had to run.. I wouldn't have liked it one bit.. but I would have accepted it.. and I wouldn't have Fucking grieved for you for years.. Years Thaylan.. -she forced a breath out as her lids closed over and her head dipped forward-.

. I.. I get it I do.. when you explain it.. if.. it had of gotten out you would have been hunted down and killed.. I probably would have been at the very least shunned.. -she swallowed.. her brows drew inward-.. It must have been nice.. -she moved to stand then.. the lengths of her gown fell back into place as she glanced down at the bottle that had been sent along with you.. she figured Nautilous had a hand in it then-.. having the ability to .. forget it.. to will away the heartache.. in turn forgetting that the war continued to rage on.. in those you left behind..I guess.. in hindsight.. its a very Drow thing to do..-she popped the cork on that bottle .. letting the internal fog leak out ..she poured two glasses then.. her fingers cradled around the bowl of the wide belled glass.. swirling the incredibly rich contents..plucking up the second glass there.. he offered up his life then.. on a platter no less.. that she could snuff it if she so chose to.. his apologies trailing.. for everything that had happened..she fell silent..

just gazing down into her own glass..before she would move across to stand before his seated self..offering the glass to him.. - As much as it pained me.. to see you today.. I could never ever take your life Thaylan.. -she would wait till he accepted the glass.. or she would place it down upon the table beside him.. her hand would brush across his shoulder.. and she would make her way out that door to the little private courtyard.. the sun had long since set.. a blanket of stars up above.. one arm slid about her frame to rest upon her opposite hip.. the other cradled the glass of wine.. swirling it a few more times as she walked bare foot across the soft stones-.. I guess ..the thing that hurt the most.. out of all of it.. was learning that that goodnight kiss.. was infact goodbye.. -she nodded.. pursing her lips a little.. before she would take a drink from that glass..he would be free to leave if he chose it.. he didn't have to follow her.. the door was there.. he could go learn about this daughter he had.. he could go and help sort out the mess that Caela had started.. and finish it.. the choice right then and there was his to make.. Again.. -

Courtyard

[BadInfluence]

Her dress was magnificent and he was truly trying to avoid staring, something that was made infinitely harder with how well he knew the skin under that decadent chiffon, like how she shivered when he traced the underside of her breast and blew a warm bout of air against wet skin... At least he had more willpower now than he had then but he wasn't sure how long that would last, she had been the last woman he had been with outside of a couple of blow jobs, and he was already wound pretty tight from the Job on behalf of Ace with his pet. As one might imagine? He was a bit brittle about the edges, a bit like a sugar cookie, she just had to press the right way and he'd crumble under her hands. He'd followed her out into that private garden and he breathed a slight sigh of relief being out in the cool night air. These daylight hours were pretty much murder without his mask but... He'd been running around here enough now that he could handle it...He'd brought up the question regarding her late husband and at her words? He couldn't stop the chuckle that came though he ended it before it was rude. "I hated him the most, and that's compared to that one who constantly preached which says something..." He'd gone on to explain then that Valkyrie was already onto him, hunting him down and destroying every sacred place to he and Gia, perverting them so that they couldn't be used again. At her words he shook his head gently. "You were pregnant with Anya and I didn't want to add more stress to your life. As it was I was constantly tailed and if I slipped away the moment I got near the castle grounds I had three on me. I wasn't as clever then..." He was MUCH better now, hell no one would see him come or go unless he wanted it. When she dipped forward he couldn't help it, his hand moved of it's own accord to grasp a ruby curl, to stroke through her hair like he had of old. When she said she hadn't gotten any of his letters though he looked genuinely perplexed, confusion evident on his face as he tilted his head, scratching behind his ear in serious befuddlement. "None of them? Honestly? I wrote you once a month in coded letters as well as gifts from my travels? You got none of them?" That was bizarre... He sent her gifts regularly, even if he couldn't send along a letter, he always sent something ahead... He made sure to send big gifts on her birthdays too, things she loved like exotic bits of fabric he came across or rare pieces of artwork... Sculptures and rings... Pins for her hair or new dyes in the shades of red she adored... He'd ALWAYS sent them along. "I never got anything back so I had just figured it was because you weren't able to do so and then I didn't exactly have the same address year after year..."

He could tell she was grieving though, something in her was finally breaking lose and it must have felt very good to for her to have been able to just let it all out, to finally rake him over the coals for something he had done... Though to be fair? He had honestly no idea she didn't get his letters or gifts. They were never returned so he simply felt she was protecting his life and that he had left as it was. He had offered her the option to kill him, he wouldn't fight or resist, his life was hers. She didn't want him dead though and he took the glass from her fingers, letting his own trail over hers for a moment, a forbidden indulgence... He took a sip of that wine, something he hadn't tasted in decades, something he didn't dare indulge in it most days as it could lead to mistakes. He knew he could leave... Go sort things out like he always did, business before pleasure, hell everything before pleasure really that had just been his life... But not tonight... "It was never a goodbye... Just a till we meet again... Not a moment has ever gone by that I didn't feel the loss of you in my heart Gia..." He whispered before he'd move to sit beside her, taking her hand in his and giving it a warm squeeze, linking their fingers. "I have a different Master now in Chegorath, I have a purpose in my life, a divine duty... But if you're willing... If you wish... For the time we are here... We can try again... We can wash away the years between us and learn anew, you can teach me about our daughter, tell her the truth if you wish... All these are up to you but I... Would more than anything else... Like to share this time with you... For as long as we can have it."

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..she nodded as she listened.. she knew he had a very strong dislike for Valkryn, it showed and he wasn't exactly quiet about it ..-.. He never really had many ..friends.. the only thing that he had in his corner was his money and his influence.. his flock was vast.. why.. I guess Ill never know.. but.. as troublesome..as exhausting as it was being married to him it served its purpose.. the others.. well.. -she waved her hand a little-..they were a lot easier to handle.. just didn't last quite as long..-she questioned him quite strongly .. he had so many chances to tell her of the issues he was undertaking..

how he was being tailed.. how he was being followed but he never breathed a word.. his reasoning being her pregnancy.. that she didn't need the added stress-.. I had No idea all of this was going on in the background.. you know how much I hate things being kept from me.. I was a Head of House.. a Matron.. not a delicate princess.. -she exhaled shaking her head a little.. why did everyone treat her as if she was made of spun silk.. sure she'd been through hell.. but she'd survived it.. she'd dragged herself out of the deepest holes on more than one occasion.. and turned everything around to be the victor.. each and everytime..

surely there would have been a way .. something.. anything to have helped in that situation.. not that it mattered now.. that time was.. So so very long ago.. she had leant forward to lay into him.. to press him as to why he never wrote her.. why he never sent her a simple word.. it could have been a single sentence.. coded.. or from a messenger.. but she got nothing.. his touch caused her to still.. caused her heart to take a good couple of flips there in her chest..it was a touch she knew incredibly well.. and with him seated across from her it was impossible to not take in his scent.. it was similar enough in that it caused all manner of memories to flood back.. little pops of scenes playing out.. reminders of better times.. though there was also many many hints of other things.. stuff she didn't recognise..

his response caused a flicker of confusion to cross her features.. she blinked.. her gaze seeking out his own then.. looking from left to right.. trying to find an ounce of deception.. a sliver of mistruth.. but.. there was none.. he was telling her the truth.. she felt a shiver make its way down her spine.. -.. are you serious?.. -she spoke softly.. slowly moving to stand then as she stepped across the room toward the table.. the bottle was opened.. a couple of glasses poured.. she gazed down into the vivid red pool within her cup.. he told her about the letters.. the gifts.. she shook her head-.. nothing.. I received nothing.. -she moved back to his side..

offering him the second glass as she stepped past him.. her fingers gracing his shoulder as she did..-.. everything must have been intercepted..I.. -she faltered.. she was genuinely shocked by this..and quite appalled..-. i dont know what to say.. -she walked bare foot across the smooth warmed stones.. the courtyard having been bathed by sunlight during the day.. but in the evening it was perfectly dark.. ponds and small pools of water kept it nice and cool.. he might have been able to move out in the sunlight due to his mask.. she still could not.. and had not.. Pure Drow to the core.. her eyes couldn't withstand the brightness.. her free hand slid about her side.. reaching for the opposite as she nursed that glass of wine..

peering down into a pond filled with colourful tiny fish.. she sunk down to sit upon the bench seat.. her ankles crossed.. taking another sip of the sinfully laced wine.. -.. I would have replied.. of course.. if I'd known.. -there was always a way to get information out of the House.. Always.. and she'd done it in the past numerous times.. regardless of whom she was married to.. she was still an incredibly strong independent woman..and yet in these moments she felt as if her heart were about to burst.. there was an ache developing.. it was becoming uncomfortable.. he told her that final kiss was more of a 'till we meet again' than a 'goodbye'..her lids fell heavy.. closing as she allowed the sounds from the garden to just fill her senses.. never would she have ever predicted this would happen.. and she prided herself in being able to figure most things out..

her breath caught when he took her hand.. she opened her eyes once more to find him seated directly before her.. next to her.. his fingers were warm and soft where it mattered.. hers were the same.. a Woman who did very little manual labour meant her skin was incredibly smooth.. those same fingers curled around his.. interlacing.. returning the gentle squeeze that was given.. a tilt of her head and a look of surprise in response to his statement would be seen..-. Cegorach?.. really?.. -she was impressed.. -.. I have heard and seen a lot of these Harlequins in action.. mainly through their travelling troops.. are you a dancer?..a performer?..-she took another drink from her cup..the wine was incredibly smooth and went down easily..

the anger.. the sharp words and accusations all seemed to melt away for now.. their hands remained locked.. fingers together as they conversed.. -.. Its a pretty big responsibility.. this divine duty.. They must have seen something quite deep in you .. You always did have a lot of potential.. -he threw her though.. when he suggested they try again.. if she was willing.. if she wished it.. that they could wash everything away.. all the years of pain and torment.. of loss and longing.. her gaze once more sought out his own.. left to right.. both holding such striking red pools.. she honestly began to wonder if she were dreaming.. feeling hot and cold.. he would have caught the slight tremble in her grip.. -..really?.. -she'd question him quietly.. drawing the bottom part of her lip inward.. lightly clawing at it with her teeth.

. he wanted to know about their daughter.. even bringing up the idea of telling young Anya.. the truth.. -.. I..-she paused.. her brows drew inward.. for someone who could easily win a poker tournament with her stoic expressions.. it was clear her emotions were beginning to get the better of her..she was easily read.. the erratic nature of her gaze.. the worrying of her lips.. the drawing in of her brows.. she uncrossed her ankles.. there were about a million thoughts running through her head in that moment.. what to do.. what was right.. the coulds, woulds and shoulds.. before she moved to stand..

the lengths of that spotted gown floated back into place.. was she leaving?.. was this how she was going to reject such brave action on his part.. he'd feel her fingers sliding out of his hold.. only to move further down his wrist.. curling inward.. she'd usher him to stand with a little tug.. and if he followed she'd release his wrist.. drawing him in for a tight embrace.. her arms would curl up over his shoulders.. fingers cradling the back of his head.. the base of his skull as she just melted against him.. into him.. -.. I'd like that.. very much.. -she spoke softly down into his left ear.. her voice was shaky.. she'd missed him.. terribly so.. and it had haunted her in the back of her mind since the day he left..

forever wondering.. though over time the pain lessened.. as in the old saying of time healing all wounds came into play.. but.. the questions never left her.. the worries.. the concern.. she couldn't have possibly held him any tighter in those moments.. perhaps a subconscious fear that he was going to disappear.. or that she might wake up suddenly .. mid reverie.. to find it was all a cruel dream.. a memory that would forever scratch at her soul.. -.. By the goddess I have missed you.. -she breathed.. her words almost inaudible.. a thought crossed her mind as the two of them embraced there in the soft quiet stillness of their private courtyard.. -.. spare me a moment.. -she whispered as she untangled her arms from his.. her cheeks were at this stage tear stained.. he might have caught it when she pulled back..

turning then as she moved to step back into the suite.. she went through the main room and back into her own.. poking around on the dresser.. drawing out one of the cases she had brought with her before she found an old slightly weathered card gift box.. she made her way back out to him.. holding out her palm.. it was resting atop it.. held closed by an aqua coloured ribbon-.. I could be wrong.. I recieved this.. a long time ago.. -she tilted her head.. looking from the box to him-.. from Valkryn.. at the time it seemed very..out of place.. almost out of character.. even Chaka questioned me when I told her.. and Ive always been quite perplexed as to where it came from.. where he got it from.. his answers were always vague.. if not quite cagey.. but I chose not to pry.. most of what I owned was destroyed when my House fell.. but.. this was never far from me.. something made me keep it..

-she would wait for him to take it .. if he pulled upon the ribbon and took the lid off the inside would be a layer of thin whispy cotton.. and beneath it would rest a hand carved hair pin.. made from bone of an incredibly intricate scene..-.. he told me once that he had made it.. when I knew full well nothing about him was ever gentle enough to make something so delicate...-hesitation-. was it yours?..-she questioned.. now she could have been way off.. there was no way for her to tell really.. it was more a hunch.. it was a lot more his style.. gifts with meaning.. and if what he had said earlier was true.. that he send things and she never received them.. maybe a lot of it was passed off as items from Valkryn.. or.. sold and destroyed.. something made her keep it.. even when she threw away so many others.. something made her bring it with her.. no matter where she went.. could it be one of the gifts he sent her?-


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[BadInfluence]

"Some people like to be sheep, even if the sheppard is a rather shitty one, it's better than being alone." Being a Drow was dangerous at the best of times, you could easily wander down a cave expanse and never return, and that was one of the more peaceful endings. There was a safety in numbers, and even if the person you followed sucked, they were still responsible for the rest and as much? Made it easier to foster the blame on them versus being held personally accountable. He however wasn't the least bit surprised that she didn't understand his reasoning or his actions, and it wasn't because she wasn't smart, far from it. It was because she couldn't understand actions that were not ones she wouldn't have taken herself. She was a mountain that hid a volcano, appearing serene on the outside but within, within she was constantly under pressure and it just built up year after year. It was because he knew that about her that he hadn't said anything, not because he didn't think she could handle it, moreso because he didn't want to add any more pressure onto shoulders already under enough as it stood. "You still are the Head of the Navare House. Even without Mezzonerbanzan you are a Matron. You simply have yet to rebuilt the castle, that is all, little else Gia..." He had no doubt she'd probably find someone else who had what she needed and she'd marry into it, take it for herself and improve it, going on from there... "It was in the grand scheme of things rather small Gia, there was so much more going on at that time, the war that had just ended took high tolls on both sides. You had more than enough on your plate and well you know it." Know it? Yes. Admit to it? Probably never.



The touch to her hair was daring, she could strike it away if she wanted to, part of him worried she would... Another part wished she would... And the last? Wished she'd encourage it. Shock rang through both of them though when she rose him hard for not sending her any letters, his own when that obviously amounted to her never having gotten them, let alone the gifts he had often sent. He'd remove his hand as she moved to rise, to open up that wine sent along as a gift, he himself settling back a little comfortable... Or trying to. The situation was pretty tense. "As serious as the plague. I know some months I might have missed and there was that time where I had lost my memory to Cegorath but nowhere near enough did I lag so much as for you to not receive a single one. I never had any returned to me either so I just presumed you were receiving them." Which was quite strange... Very strange indeed as he had looked back on it. Quite the day for some very serious little revelations.



Taking the glass of offered wine he nursed it very carefully, it had been a very long time since he indulged in something so rich and toxic, he instantly felt the stings all over his tongue from the venom and had to bite back a moan... It had been quite some time indeed. "There is nothing to say... Things simply happen at times, neither good nor bad, it simply just is reality. I am however sorry that you had to feel the way you did for so long..." He didn't really watch the fish, no more than he noticed the surrounding area, he only had eyes for her under that beautiful big moon and the fresh spring air... Hearing she would have written him back he just smiled, that rare one that was just for her, a part of it was always a little laced with heartache. Their relationship always stung him a little, he loved her so damned much but he knew it was wrong, knew relationships like theirs... It was always going to be damned to doom and despair... Taking her hand in his he linked their fingers as he told her about his status as a Harlequin now and he? Was just as impressed with her and how she knew, but not only knew, she respected it... It made him feel... Well honestly? Vindicated... Worthwhile... He was more than just a male riding on the tailcoats of his Matron.... "Not longer after I left I found a troup and joined up. I'm a Troupe Master of Twilight or otherwise known as the High Avatar, I have my own band that I look after and we go city to city, performing and gathering intelligence..." And killing... He'd been involved in more than a few wars and battles, he could fight better than most and it took a very strong fighter to even make him break a sweat, put him with his group? He was unstoppable. "Cegorach is a Kind God honestly, he supports and nurtures us, he even speaks and fights beside us at times... I know of no other God as willing as he to show compassion."



His offer was genuine, they'd be here for two weeks or more, depending on how the events played out and the trade offer opening... He'd like to try, to erase the sorrows of the years and replace it with something much better, new memories... Brighter ones... He couldn't stay long, as soon as Ace released him from his position he would be on the move again with his troupe, gathering knowledge and fighting the waves of Chaos and it's ever looming threat. "You don't have to answer right away Gia..." He said as she hesitated, the way she moved to stand he thought she was going to ask him for more time, and he was willing to give that to her. It was... A lot to go over... To handle... He caught the tug, getting up to stand only for her to take him into her arms and he returned it, burring his face in her hair and inhaling all that she was, holding her back like his life depended on it. "I missed you too Gia..." He said softly. "Thank you... For agreeing to it... For as long as we are here we'll chase the shadows away..."



Nodding his head he let her leave, letting out a deep breath he hadn't realize had been caught in his throat, adjusting the front of his pants a bit to try and hide what was going on there... Grateful for the many layers of robes and the like that helped disguise the specialty armor under it. Pulling himself back under control with a bit of effort he waited for her to come back, seeing the box in her hands a brow raised, wondering what was in it. "Thirteen years ago, yes... I sent it on valentines day." He remembered exactly what it was as he took it from her hand and pulled it out. "It was just last year I came across the set that goes with it, it's a series of decorative combs I was going to send along for you and Anya, her birthday is coming up soon if I have my dates right?" He'd ask before he's shift the magical plain a bit to bring for the smooth flat box that held them, having it appear on the couch before he'd walk over to it, guiding her to sit down once more. "It's a very skilled craftsman far up in the mountains, almost impossible to find him, he makes these combs out of dragonbone and other magical creatures he comes across in the wilds..." He wished he had the skill to make something like these but he was not artistic in that fashion. His calligraphy was to die for, a work of art all within it's own right and he could dance better than most any other harlequin but carving something like bone? Sadly no... His finess did not extend that far. "I traded with him things I found from afar, rare bones or gems, and in turn he made me these... I drew out the design and he carved them."



He'd open up the lid to show her the rest of the set as he had designed it so far, stunningly detailed and so finely worked, each detail was perfection in study and devotion. "I was shocked that Anya doesn't take your love of dye for her hair... I thought the warm bone hue would be a beautiful compliment to her tresses as I hope it will be for yours. May I?" He'd ask before he'd pick up the largest one in one hand, gathering up her hair in his other as he began to style it up for her, allowing himself that forbidden temptation. "Remember I used to do this for you as children... I'd wash your hair and braid it for hours while you told me stories and taught me how to read and write..." He'd let it trail off because it was around then that their lives as an innocent brother and sister began to morph... He'd developed a crush on her he'd nursed for years and after her first husband? She'd come to his bed crying at how miserable it was and how much she hated it and he? He'd consoled her and one thing lead to the next and... They never went back... They were perfectly suited, who's fault was it that they had to be related? They had neither one chosen their parents, they were simply two drow in love, such a damned rare thing as it was should have been adored and revered but... They'd had to do it in silence...


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..her fingers were smooth and soft as they slid down to curl around his wrist.. she'd urged him to stand.. to lift up from the seat .. he had dropped a proposal before her.. that they could spend the next few weeks reconnecting.. erasing the sharp stings from the past.. rewriting the books.. so to speak.. it was an odd feeling.. and she knew he felt it..the two of them almost desired that the other would pull back and reject it.. and yet on the other hand they desperately hoped they wouldn't..the connection the two of them had was incredibly strong which was rare for their Race, it was just something that didn't happen. Female Drow did not marry for love.. they joined in a partnership.. it came down to wealth, to city size and what the mate could bring to the table.. its how smaller kingdoms grew.. its how larger kingdoms ruled..

Male Drow that were not warlocks and wizards remained low on the rungs.. they took the scraps they were given and usually didn't live all that long..She made sure he was always well looked after.. extremely well cared for.. he wanted for nothing when he was under her roof .. when he moved to stand she embraced him tightly.. her arms reached around his shoulders.. fingers fanned out to cradle his head as she held him..the two of them had not been in this close proximity for.. years..and yet the moment they drew in it was as if no time had passed.. she told him yes.. she wanted to take hold of the time they had.. even though it were short.. and that she had missed him.. incredibly much..

his answers were softly reciprocal.. she could feel his bodies warmth.. his breath.. the softness in his touch.. and his strength.. his body shape overall had changed.. he'd taken on a lot more muscle.. a thought occurred to her.. something suddenly dawning on her as she pulled away.. asking for just a moment.. returning from her bedroom with that small box..it was a hairclip.. she had been given a very long time ago.. Valkryn had passed it off as one of his own gifts.. but it never really sat right with her.. something was very off.. and after hearing he had sent her items that she never received.. well.. her curiosity got the better of her.. it was a lot more his style.. and his confirmation was all she needed..

her shoulders sunk as she watched him drawing the delicate clip from the cotton bedding.. her free hand rose as she reached to cover her mouth.. -.. all this time..Ive had it with me all this time.. I just had a feeling.. he was lying but I couldn't figure out the reasoning.. or where he had obtained it.. When I showed Chaka.. I remember her laughing.. -her brows furrowed-.. she thought it utterly ridiculous that such would come from him.. -she listened as he told her the tale of where he got it from.. a fine craftsman in the mountains.. that he had found more in the series.. gifts for her and for Anya.. -.

. You are right yes.. her birthday is just around the corner.. in a week.. -she was surprised he recalled the date.. it warmed her heart a little more.. such a small action.. something that many would perhaps overlook.. but she noticed.. and he would be the first to recall Anyas Birthday.. the first of Any.. she felt the wrinkle .. that pop of magic before he guided her back into the main entertaining area of the unit.. she sunk down to sit there upon the couch.. her gaze followed him as he brought the box over.. opening it up to reveal the set of hairclips.. her lips parted.. -.. Oh.. now these are beautiful.. -she reached across..delicate fingers would brush just barely across the intricate designs..the pieces were stunning..

she had been privy to all manner of jewels.. to crowns and necklaces.. to rings and wealth that many couldn't even begin to imagine.. but.. these pieces in that box would mean a great deal more.. than all the other shiny things.. -.. Ahhhh yes.. -she chuckled a little and nodded-.. Anya.. well.. she wants to colour it.. has wanted to do so since she watched me doing it.. -she nodded a little when he asked for permission to slide the clips in-.. Please.. -she shifted a little on the couch there.. seated semi sideways so he could slip in behind her.. her hands coming down to rest there upon her lap-.. I recall being around this age.. maybe a little bit younger when I nearly gave Mother a heart attack when I coloured my hair for the first time.. Im sure you know as well as I do just how old fashioned she was.. she came round in the end..I have my doubts that we will leave here with her hair the same as she arrived, she might well even cut it all off.. and then the only one she will shock to grey will be her Aunt

-her lids half closed when she felt his fingers gliding through her hair.. a soft exhale sounded in response..he asked her if she remembered him doing this.. when they were much younger.. that he would wash her hair.. and braid it.. -.. I do.. -her lids closed over fully-.. I do remember.. You were very attentive.. it was an easy trade off for me.. You were very good at it.. and I really quite enjoyed watching you flourish when it came to Drow and Surface English.. I honestly believe you are better read than most .. I remember ranting to you.. often.. about the studies Chaka and I had to go through.. the people we were introduced too.. The dodgy male figures that would appear in the House from time to time.. Mother was certainly not so proper when the doors were closed.. -she laughed softly just enjoying the feeling of his fingers in her hair.. she recalled a lot of it.. each memory was never far.. cherished in secret.. they were inseparable as children.. where she was.. he was.. and vice versa.. he protected her when she was vulnerable.. and she spoilt him when she could..

as they grew the attraction became more obvious.. a hidden glance here.. a doorway left a little open gifting more than enough of a view.. curious minds were sated and yet the hearts remained cautious..no one else seemed to notice.. they were just very best friends.. sharing beds was not foreign for siblings.. or unheard of.. nightmares meant cuddles in youth..the two often found arm in arm sleeping soundly come morning ...it wasn't really until the first series of marriages would come about.. the horrible warlocks and their demands that she would come to him on silent feet in the middle of the night..

he always knew how to take her tears away.. and on that night.. all of the glimpses.. the secret looks.. the innocent touches and quiet longing would come to a head.. one of them would be a little..brazen.. a sudden pop of confidence shadowed by a secret desire and a kiss would be all that was needed to start that fire.. -.. Do you like.. where you are now?.. are you enjoying this.. Troupe Master position?.. I mean.. you look.. really good.-and he did.. like.. she wasn't about to deny what she had seen.. standing there upon the alter beside Ace.. sure he wasn't quite as lanky and lean as he used to be.. but she had to admit she sure admired the sight.(once her heart started beating again). -.. healthy.. they must treat you well..
-she took a quiet breath as if drawing on words that were sitting just on the tip of her tongue-.. I'm sorry for coming at you, as hard as I did just before, I was hurting and the place i was coming from was pretty dark, it wasn't fair on you.

The sound would shift in the room then as the door handle turning would sound.. she'd turn her attention toward it.. only one other person had a key.. that being her daughter..and sure enough there she was.. stalking back in though not on her own.. she had a pink bubblegun haired bakery scented pixie trailing her with that unmistakable line of glittered dust in her wake..


Anya stopped in the doorway .. her gaze that striking red would fall upon the two seated on the couch there.. a curious glance.. though it would be fleeting-.. Sorry, I dont mean to interrupt Mother.. and Thaylan.. -she nodded her head -.. I just had to pop back in to get a few things.. I met up with Anouk.. here.. she was at the chemist in the city village.. -she walked across the room then.. toward the side door where she gathered up a coat that had been left upon the back of one of the chairs.. - Ive decided.. I know.. you wanted me to wait Mother.. but I cant.. not any longer..-wait for what exactly?.. -


Anouk just beamed as she waited in the doorway.. glancing between the three Drow.. not judging so much.. but most definitely lingering a little longer than was perhaps appropriate-.. What a stunning family.. -she grinned-.. I can see where Anya gets her looks.. it's like..a perfect representation..


Gia would tilt her head to the side.. her fingers would twitch there upon her lap.. glancing from this pixie to her daughter .. hearing she was no longer going to wait.. deciding to trail with that conversation instead of the one the pixie had started to stir the pot with-.. You're never interrupting child, my door will always be open to you.. something you already know.. but.. do please clarify.. you are no longer waiting for? -surely the girl wasn't about to go jump into bed with some random guard or traveller-


Anya wore a smile that would easily match her Fathers.. her eyes glittered with an unbridled excitement.. -.. My Hair of course! -a grin that was wholly Navere crept across her features..-.. I know you wanted me to wait until my birthday.. and I sware I was going to.. but then I found this pocket full of stardust and she's offered to help me.. and we are going to make a night of it.. Please dont be disappointed.. -she had gathered up her purse then.. having slid on that jacket as she flicked that long white length back over her shoulder.. she was eager.. it was written all over her face-


Anouk: Oh she is such a beautiful girl, she told me all about her Mothers stunning red hair.. and Ill admit I caught a glimpse of it when the princess came in, and she wasn't half wrong.. Id love to know how you got that colour combination and that shine!.. but I am rambling.. I met up with this little bundle sunshine in the city.. and she was perusing colours at the chemist.. her hair is lush and long.. properly treated it will come out beautifully.. and thats where I come in.. More than happy to offer my assistance.. I am under the employ of Jacob Anikin.. who I believe is the son of a friend of yours..


Gias shoulders dipped a little when she heard it was just about her hair and she even laughed ...listening to the conversation between Anya and then this Anouk.. the pleading and convincing.. before she waved them away-.. Just dont come back with green hair.. thats all I ask.. for the love of the great goddess.. No green hair..


Anya just about squealed with excitement and she dashed across to the couch the two were seated upon.. reaching in to wrap her arms around her mother tightly..-.. Thankyou!.. no green hair.. I get it.. promise.. -..she even went in and hugged him also.. she was clearly in that good of a mood-.. Do you have Any idea how long I have waited for this?!..-she moved to straighten herself up..Anouk bid her farewells.. she plucked her purse up once more as she slid the coins down into it from the table top.. tapping the open bottle of the wine she knew from home.. and then the opened box with the beautiful clips in it.. she glanced back over her shoulder..toward the two there-.. I uh.. will give you two some privacy mm?.. I wont be back tonight.. Ill go through the second entrance.. Ill catch you tomorrow on the battle field Thaylan.. dont stay up too late, wouldn't want to see you get beaten by a girl.. -oh the mischievous glint in her eyes.. before she drew that door closed behind her .. flicking the lock across as she did so-

[BadInfluence]

On one hand they wished the other might push away if only because it would stop them from repeating the same sin, that damned vice that no race that he had heard of openly embraced, every place he had ever traveled it had always been taboo... How cruel was that though? People would judge based on relationship bloodlines versus relationship perfection. They had a chemistry that few could hope for in reality and given they were drow it was virtually unheard of and yet? They had to go sneaking and skulking about because they happened to be born by the same woman. Even so, neither of them had pulled away rather they had pulled in, bringing each other closer in a soul sealing hug that started the healing process in a way. It wasn't forever no, she had a kingdom to restart, a new husband to possibly take to grow her city again... He? Had his Krew, his position and his God, they couldn't forsake the future that waited for them both but... They could steal away moments like this and perhaps others in the future... Now that they were together again? They didn't have to wait almost two decades to reunite.

The gift she had brought to him? Oh he recognised the box it came in easy, as well as what lay inside, explaining that it had been a gift for her that he had sent along fifteen years ago. Seeing her reaction though he knew she felt horrible for it and he was quick to ease her thoughts and her concerns on it, shaking his head lightly as he returned the pin to it's boxy home, reaching out to gently remove her hand from her mouth. "It's ok, all that matters is that it got to you, even if that turd in the wind thought to pass it off as his own. As for our sister, Chaka always had a way of knowing a liar and she had Valk pinned from the start, but I think we all did." Not that there was anything to be done for it though. Gia wanted to grow her city and he was the way to do it. Why in the hell anyone followed Valkryn was anyone's guess but he had his own theories he had told her of. All that mattered? She had gotten at least one of his gifts. He'd explained that he had gotten a set of combs made by the same man in the mountains the last time he had been able to find him, having had a set created for mother and daughter, especially given that her birthday he figured was coming up very close. He might have missed her birth but he paid attention for as long as he could. "I thought it was close... I am so sorry I missed so much of your pregnancy and then her life... She's beautiful Gia, you've done such a wonderful job as her mother, even more as the father I should have been for her." He'd summon up the gifts then and open the box they had been packed in and had her take a seat, showing them to her and how all of them together was a perfectly matching set but each was also unique. "Exceptional craftsmanship yes... There's six in total so you and Anya can trade them back and forth. I have another set being made for her as a wedding gift when ever that day comes."

Talking about Anya was going to become a new favorite pastime though, there was so much he had missed out on, so much to learn about their child. He asked a few questions about her, namely the white hair down her back and wondered if she'd tried to color it yet, and oh... The conversation that followed made his heart feel exceptionally warm and heavy. "Is that so? I wonder when she caught you doing it. You've never gone long between them as you hate the white roots showing." White hair, red hair, rainbow hair... Gia was always his no matter what color she dyed herself, though the red was always his favorite, such a show of passion and confidence... He'd ask if she might let him put a comb in her hair and with her ok? They settled comfortably on the couch together before he'd being to comb her hair and styling it up to set the comb in it as they talked, remembering things from their childhood, fonder memories of times when things were far less complicated. "Mother was so by the book I thought she had a hard cover rather than a corset around her waist sometimes... But she got terribly lose and fast when it came down to some of the men she chose to play with. I know for a fact my father and yours were not the same but she had been married to the same drow while we were both conceived." He said with his own soft laugh in remembrance of the woman who had raised them. She hadn't been mean just very strict and like all Matrons she followed the mandate that men rank much lower than women and as such are treated thusly. "I rather hope she does, it will make a good memory for her here on the surface, to make new friends from different walks of life, it certainly expands the mind. What color do you think she will pick? I'm thinking she might go a blue shade... Does she have a favorite color?" He'd ask as they spoke. "Chaka makes me laugh she's got the oddest hang ups considering out of all of us she was the wild card." Chaka did what Chaka wanted and that was final!

Going back down memory lane to a time when he used to do her hair for her and she'd teach him how to read and write, both drow and common no less, giving him a huge step forward compared to most Drow males. "You were a very good teacher unlike most I'm sure you and our sister had to deal with. I can only imagine how vexing it had to be to listen to someone drone on and on when all you wanted to do was go play. You at least learned something from it all though, I don't think much of it stuck to Chaka, she's not the type to want to be book smart." Chaka was WAY more hands on. Unlike he and Gia who were far more close, Chaka was always a bit apart but that was simply how it was, and no one judged her for it. Though because Chaka was always so aloof at a very young age he and Gia had been thicker than tar, they stuck together from dawn to dusk and more often than not over night too, cuddled up together they'd whisper about far away places and what it would be like to go and see them... Fairy tales and the world above, what Gia might find someday as a Matron herself, and oh the wonderful stories they'd made up. It had been such a sweet childhood as far as Drow go, but as they grew things shifted for him, he began to feel things he hadn't as a child... Things that grew, evolved, confused him at first... Oh for the longest time he had fought it back, denied it inside himself, refused to pursue what would likely ruin all her dreams... Then one night after her first marriage she had come to his bed, crying and angry, hating what she had to do but knowing it was just her role to play in this world... He had done his best to console her though and as if the salt of her tears had eroded all his resistance things unfolded and they'd become one in every sense of the word... Something that should have never happened, something that should have never been repeated, yet after that night? They couldn't stop it though thankfully no one suspected a thing, no one ever questioned and they had gotten away with it for some time, they were always careful to the point of obsession but that was just what it took... And he never regretted a moment of it.

"I do actually... I get to go on adventures and see the world, I meet new people and learn new things, I'm respected and valued by my troupe as well as the people I work for. It's a very good life and I am treated very well." He said with a grin that was entirely the one he used to wear for her as her brother, part childish pride and part genuine enjoyment, a very adorable smile all the way around. When she apologized he shook his head and pressed his finger to her lips for just a moment. "You don't blame the spider for catching the butterfly, you don't blame the fish for swimming, you don't blame the plant for growing. You did what you did because it was what you knew, you had no idea I'd been mailing you regularly, and that is simply how it is. I don't hold it against you so let's forget it ever happened." He said and just from touching her lips he was reminded of how soft, how pillowy they were and he moved in, getting close enough to kiss her, his intent evident before his ears caught the step of feet in the distance and he stopped just in time. The key in the door sounded and their daughter would walk in, and he, catching site of Anouke? Made him smile and shake his head. "No apologies needed, we're catching up is all. Anouke is here with Princess Rose as one of her companions in quite the merry band. This Pixie has a fashion flare that as I recall, set Rose up and beyond the stars to anyone who saw her, quite the talent with style." Of course he did his research. Though the unable to wait thing? He almost laughed when he picked up on how stiff Gia had gotten and with a very subtle touch let her know it wasn't her worst fear. This wasn't Frozen and she wasn't Anna. When Anouke said that she saw the perfect resemblance? He just inclined his head in thanks. He wanted to tell Anya the truth but that wasn't just HIS secret to tell. "Why not invite the other girls Anouke? I'm sure even Rose would have a fun time with it. Jacob would likely enjoy the chance for Rose to go out and get a bit of girl time in before the chaos of the Princess Run sets in." If you're going to have a party might as well bring all the girls in, right? Let them all gossip till the sun came up type thing.

When Anya just about burst her skin in joy he couldn't help the laugh before he'd suddenly be caught up in a hug and it was one he returned, tight and warm, his heart aching in the act of holding his child for the first time. "Since you were likely six years old or so." He'd say with a smile before she saw the clips and that smile spread. "It's an early birthday gift for you Anya, pick the three you love the most, the other part will be for your mother. I appreciate the offer for privacy, your mother and I have many years to catch up on, but do make sure you get enough sleep. The only woman who's ever beat me was your mother." A wink before Anya left the room and even threw the lock which made him smile before he'd turn to Gia with his brows raised. "It would seem she approves of the match..." Spoked softly before he'd reaching out to her and pull her into his lap easily, his muscles were thick and well toned, quite a bit of strength in his limbs. "Do you want to tell her about us? Or do you want to do it together?" He'd as, pressing his cheek to her back, taking in her smell and sighing softly. "I'm so torn right now... I want to spend all night catching up, laughing and telling you about all I've seen and done, drain down that bottle of wine and forget the years that passed apart... And this other side of me... It's aching and it's hungry, I haven't touched a woman since you and seeing you again has brought up years and years of pent up need, oh Gia... Say you'll forgive me just this once..." He whispered on a struggle rich sigh as he would slowly spread her thighs over his, carefully parting her dress so that she was bare and open... Dipping his fingers into her wine glass he'd ply his fingers over her core in the softest of motions... A feather light tease as his other hand caught about her neck and turned her just so, twisting her upper body so she was half facing him in a way that would make her burn deliciously, caught on a tighter edge even as his touch on her skin was softer than mist... He'd move his head in to kiss the side of her breast through that gemstone rich dress, moving to where he knew her nipple was and blowing a soft puff of air over it, dribbling wine over that lovely dress without a care to the cost of it... Letting it soak in before he'd wrap his lips around her breast and suck the wine from the mesh fabric, letting the hot and cold mix taunt and titillate her skin, his fingers never still as they massaged her other breast... He was slow... Languid... Letting her decide if he went on or not... Though if she showed under his fingers as wet that had nothing to do with the wine? He might just dare to be brazen enough to push and pleasure her until she decided he was worthy of her and demand pleasure from his body...

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he seemed genuinly curious about Anya which was heart warming, not many male Drow gave a damn about their children.. Valkryn certainly couldn't have cared an ounce for her.. he was rude and brash.. abusive when he was unimpressed by something which really didn't take a whole lot.. they spoke about hair colouring.. and why their daughter had decided to remain white.. it was simple really.. she desired for her to wait.. at least until this birthday.. a little longer.. a little later.. to a point where her decisions on it wouldn't be quite so up in the air.. afterall.. good things came to those who waited.. right?.. -

..The three of us.. Chaka, myself and Anya had gone for a wander.. needing to get away from .well.. you know who.. I'm sure you remember I preferred to use the water from the pools in the deeper caves to colour it.. -she was always quite a stickler for that.. never using the water that was pumped into the bathrooms of the house.. - Chaka knew what i was going to do so took the little miss off for a walk.. she would have been about 4 or 5.. but no.. she got inquisitive.. just like her Mother.. and she managed to sneak away from her Auntie.. appearing behind me when my eyes were closed..poor girl panicked a bit.. she thought it was blood and that I was dying.. -she laughed a little-.. so I had to explain it.. and she's pretty much asked me.. every year since.. the last couple of years I have told her she could if she waited till this year.. there of course was nothing to stop her.. she could have easily gone and done it at any point.. I wouldn't have stopped her.. but I think.. all her rainbow ideas and pinks and sparkles and mottled tye die designs of her much younger self made her realise waiting was possibly a better option.. ..

as for me not liking those roots.. you know me best.. I looked far to much like my Mother with white hair.. I practically looked like every other Drow Matron or would be Matron that ever entered our house.. and I hated it.. dared to be .. a little different I guess.. -the two of them settled down to sit there upon the couch.. she moved forward enough so that he could slip in behind her.. his touch.. his fingers in her hair made her eyes close over...caused her to be caught in the most unusual loop.. of her body melting enough to relax but yet also being on that knife edge from the delicate pleasures such an innocent touch would rouse..her mind and body werent truly sure how to react.. a tremble here.. just delicate almost unnoticeable.. a soft murmur there..

a little trip down memory lane had them both on a path that they might not be too sure about.. strumming up thoughts on sweet childhood moments.. of story times and nights filled with exploring.. hands held.. cuddles when it grew colder.. dreamy imaginations running wild on futures that they hadnt explored yet.. realistically a Drow childhood would never be one that many would choose.. it wasn't filled with toys and fun.. it wasn't filled with picnics and family occasions.. no.. it was filled with rules and training.. if you were the daughter of a Matron it was classes on deportment and etiquette.. on The Great Goddess Lloth and her trainings.. On spells, magic and crafting..

It was never ending.. If you happened to be a Male.. at the very least in a House.. you would not be afforded classes other than self defence.. You would be a slave to the House.. a body guard.. a meat sack if required.. but she made sure he knew everything.. simple things like reading.. and writing.. both in Drow and the basics of surface english..spells and magic.. and he just soaked it all up like a sponge.. -.. Mother was harsh.. but fair.. she tried so hard to get a handle on Chaka .. but soon found it to be far to troublesome and gave up.. I sware her Father must be part pixie.. or at the very least some kind of wandering vagabond.. she is just so flighty.. -her hands rested there upon her lap.. fingers intertwined-.. I was unsure if we had the same Father.. I had perhaps an inkling.. but.. its not something I was privy too.. -The amount of men that went through that house was more than she could recall.. after a while the faces just seemed to morph into a usual Drow Male.. average features.. some came with gifts.. some leered.. some were just creepy.. but most forgettable.. -.

. I have been trying to get Anya to see a bit more of..well the surface. neither of us can be out in the sunlight so it makes it a little more difficult but we get by.. I believe you are right though.. I am seeing long blue locks in her future.. its a colour she wears often.. -she had asked him about his new god.. his new life and how it was working out for him.. was it something he enjoyed.. something he thrived on.. he certainly was looking good.. his body had filled out.. least what she could see of it anyway which in the robes he was wearing was not a whole lot.. she offered him an apology..for coming at him ..it had caused an ache to develop in her chest, and she didn't care for that feeling at all.. his fingers pressed to her lips caused them to part a little.. and for a moment there she felt the anxiety of her youth.. the sensations of how easily they could have gotten caught..

she was mesmerised by the colouring in his eyes as he spoke on the fish and the butterfly.. he spider and the plant.. could it be that he has used the same analogy once before? a touch of dejavu striking her as he leant in closer.. closer.. she could feel his breath with his exhale lightly brushing across her chin.. she could taste the wine ..but it simply was not meant to be.. her heart near lurched from her chest when that door was drawn open..her hand rose as she rubbed it down the side of her neck.. over the soft round of her shoulder..she listened to the discussion between her daughter and this pink haired pixie.. nodding as it would seem even he had heard of her.. -.. He is right.. you should invite some of the other girls.. Im sure they are feeling like caged hens in their rooms right now.. they'd no doubt enjoy some time out on the town..


Anya was incredibly excited.. she was finally going to colour that hair..anything to get rid of the hideous white.. it was incredibly drab and lifeless.. and next to her mother she looked like she were stuck in black and white.. she reached over to hug both her mother and Thaylan.. giving them both quite a warm squeeze.. his response on guessing her age made her laugh-.. Hey! how'd you know?.. -she winked at him as she straightened back out and moved past the table.. plucking up a few personal items .. she noticed the wine.. the glasses.. the hair clips though surprised her.. made her pause as she lightly brushed her fingers across the crafted bone-.. really?..

-she spoke softly.. in awe of the gift before her.. taking one up.. feeling its weight against her palm-..Thankyou.. utterly beautiful.. stunning.. like nothing ive seen.. well.. almost nothing.. Mother has one like it.. very similar.. -she glanced up toward Thaylan then.. a look that lingered.. before she turned back to her Mother-.. I wont keep you.. catching up is important.. reconnecting with those we know.. those we have fallen away from.. -she tapped a perfectly manicured nail against the bottle there.. before she made her way to the door..drawing it open.. flicking the lock down.. before she would glance back to her Mother and this.. Thaylan.. seated upon the couch.. it was an intriguing image.. something she certainly did not expect to see..but it stirred something.. and made her smile none the less.. -.

. Fate is a funny thing..I remember.. someone told me once.. that Fate had a weird way of circling back over paths that we were meant to cross.. -she almost drew the door closed-.. Goodnight Mother.. Goodnight Thaylan.. -the door would be drawn closed.. that lock sliding into place.. before she would take off running toward an awaiting pixie with a bag filled with colour-



Gia -she felt the weight upon her shoulders lessen considerably once that door was closed.. turning to glance toward him when he spoke about the match being approved-.. She's quick.. I think the wine and might have been the first clue.. -her breath caught in the back of her throat when he wrapped his arms about her middle.. drawing her so easily onto his lap.. Oh god her heart was pounding in her chest ..she could feel the strength in his frame then.. the difference in its shape.. the muscular lines..the added weight.. her lids half closed as she murmured softly.. feeling his warm cheek pressed to her back.. the upper part of the back of the gown was gone.. just her soft warmed skin on display.. -.

mm.. thats a tough one.. -her hands came down to rest upon his there about her middle.. fingers lightly tracing designs atop his skin-.. Id much rather we told her together.. a unified front.. if you'l do that with me?.. I.. I think she should know.. i dont like to deceive her.. but I wont force you.. I wont make you do anything you arent ready to do.. Your life is very different now.. and I.. -she heard the soft sigh coming from him.. a delicate exhale of her own soon followed.. the proximity of them wasn't helping-.. I wouldn't want to jeopardise anything that you have worked so hard to build..- she knew bits and pieces about this god he followed, but in truth there was a lot she didn't understand.. he spoke about being torn.. she tilted her head.. glancing back to him a little.. a curious look floating about her gaze..

the idea of them spending the night catching up on old times.. with laughter and wine sounded pretty good..she went to speak.. to ask what the matter was before he continued.. talking about how much he ached and how hungry he was..though it was not for something as simple as food or drink.. he was starving for her.. oh her heart just seized in her chest.. fingers curled inward.. nails scratching lightly against his palm before he asked for that forgiveness.. -.. Thaylan..-she whined softly.. feeling him shifting.. the detailed lengths of her dress easily parted when her thighs were drawn around his..she was open leaning back against him.. her right arm reached.. her fingers soft found the side of his head.. his cheek.. tracing down along that strong jawline.. -.. there's nothing to forgive.. -she whispered..

she knew not about the addition of the wine until he had touched her.. her body stiffened upon his lap instantly.. she arched in response..he would find that little had changed in that department.. she still wore nothing beneath her clothing.. no lacy little numbers.. no underwear with peep holes or bows and whistles.. beneath the Jewell encrusted gown was just warm smooth flesh.. and there was no denying just how much of an effect he was having on her.. she was already quite slick.. her body knew he was there and reacted accordingly.. both of them had always been so very in-tune with one another.. the feather like touches made her whine and whimper.. made her toes curl as she reached down with her free hand.. to rest it against the back of his.. feeling the way he was tormenting her.. teasing her.. the venom laced wine just added a perfect sting..

not something she had felt since the last time they were together.. he moved her.. catching her neck as he manipulated her position.. she was semi twisted.. the burn was delicious.. an added sensation.. she watched as he dived down to press his lips the sweet round of her breast.. her lips dropped open as he blew those puffs of air across her almost bared skin.. his fingers were driving her to madness.. slowing every so often.. giving her body a chance to cool itself to.. settle before he would pick it up one again and she'd tremble and jerk against his lap.. oh he was tormenting her in the most innocently sinful way..the wine coloured the outfit almost immediately.. the cool chill of it made her jump.. made her gasp as she pressed down harder against those wandering fingers.. -.. Oh dear god.. -she whined when his lips wrapped about her breast.. suckling that sweet wine along with her skin..

she reached around to cradle the back of his head.. her fingers tangling in his hair as she gripped it tighter.. she was struggling to keep still.. his lips and tongue upon her tits.. his fingers coaxing that sweet wet slit.. and his strength just holding her there upon his lap.. her soft moans would have tormented his ears.. her touches grew tighter upon him.. nails scratching the surface of his skin.. his scalp.. before she pulled his hair back.. drawing him away from that wine coated skin.. looking to him then.. her breaths were shorter and sharp.. eyes were locked.. though the need was evident within that ruby red gaze.. -.. Kiss me..-.. she whined softly.. her heart ached for the taste of those lips of his.. her body was on fire.. he'd started something within her that she thought was long dead.. long extinguished.. and yet.. a few moments back in his presence and the flicker of a flame was relit.. their relationship was like an addiction to some incredibly powerful all encompassing drug.. they knew it was wrong to continue to divulge and yet.. they couldn't deny it any longer..- Please.. -desire laden words for his ears only

and if he leant in toward her she would inevitably meet him half way.. their lips colliding in a kiss filled with longing.. with desire.. with a need they both met equally.. tongues mingled.. sweet hot depths were explored.. tasted.. breathed from.. her hips rocked against his teasing fingers.. brushing and rubbing with every hip movement against his lap.. he could always get her wriggling.. not many could do that.. -.. are you sure?.. -she whispered against his lips.. a moan escaping a mere moment later when her fingers would curl his around.. his chance to dip up into her right then and there.. or she would just do it herself.. she was no stranger to handling her own pleasure.. would be more than a handful of times he would have walked in on her doing just that..-.. youve got me wound so tight.. -spoken softly.. though the tone was filled with just enough frustration.. she suddenly drew her thighs in tight.. locking their hands as she pulled away from his lap.. moving to stand.. her knees were pressed to his.. if he tried to stand up she'd nudge him back down to sit.. her hands rose as she slid each button through its respective eyelet..

seven in total.. each one revealing a little more and then a little more than that.. before a little shake of her shoulders would have that entire flourish of soft tulle and gems puddling at her feet.. she was left in only that hair clip.. her frame hadn't changed much at all.. an hourglass made for corsets.. just with a few more scars.. otherwise it would be incredibly close to perfection.. she parted those sweet thighs of hers again as she found her place back upon his lap once more.. -.. this seat taken?.. -she tilted her head to the side.. settling her naked frame upon him.. feeling the softness of his robes.. his clothing.. she inched in close.. tight.. as her forehead pressed to his-.. do you have any idea what you do to me?. -she whispered.. her fingers rose.. nails raked back through his thick lush hair.. before she claimed those lips of his once again.. there was no going back from this.. each touch just set barbs in place.. every kiss added fuel to the fire.. the addiction would be born anew.. would they survive it?-

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He wasn't like a lot of Drow to be fair, if he was he wouldn't have fallen in love with his sister, he wouldn't have been one of the few Drow to be a member of the Harlequin. Anya had been a surprising delight, Gia was never the most fertile woman in Menzoberranzan and conceiving for her was rare and a bit far between, so to find out that one of her rare pregnancies was his? It rocked his world, she couldn't have given him a better gift if she had soured the world looking five times over. It would be fate of course, Mistress Lolth herself to spread their web apart at that point, to make Valkyrn clue in on something not quite... Cosher... If he could have? How different would their lives have been? He would have been around to help Gia with her pregnancy, been there for the delivery even perhaps, had a hand in helping to raise their daughter... If not for Damn Valkryn, may the worms piss and shit within his corpse for all eternity... That bitter thought was pushed away as they talked about their daughter and her surprising forestalling in regards to coloring her hair, proud that he listened to her mother, heeded her wishes and did her best to be a good daughter... "She must have had quite the scare indeed." He said with a laugh and a nod of his head. Those deeper pools were rarely used, very private and quiet, and once upon a time one of their favorite little places to meet up...The pounding of flesh was easily hidden in the waves lapping on the shore. "I do hope Chaka got a bit of a talking to for letting our daughter slip away to have such a fight. The caves are scary enough to a youth." So many various monsters lurked in those deep waters, things with tentacles and teeth that would rear up out of the water and snatch a person down into the depths without so much as a ripple of water. Plus being that little? Anya would have been a perfect snack for any number of Spiders that made the deeper caves their homes.

"I'm quite glad she didn't do the tye dye as well, I find the color absolutely horrendous, always makes me feel as though my eyes are going to bleed if I look more than a moment." He could handle pink and glitter just fine, and some of the brighter colors he could manage in small doses but tye dye was pretty much the epitome of all he found offensive and he'd much rather go blind than ever have to see it again. "I'm glad she waited in many ways... I got to see her as she is before she changes. As for you..." He said with a smile and a tease on her roots, yes he was very well aware of her dislike of her white hair, though colors were more common now than they used to be so she was standing out a little less with her red hair... "You never once looked like a Matron... All I ever saw was Gia." He'd speak warmly before he'd ask to do her hair for her with those combs, a gentle call back to their youth and a guilty pleasure for them both, relishing those silky strands as they wrapped around his fingers with a will of their own. He'd never forget the feeling and yet all the same it felt brand new, like the first time letting the satin slide through his hands as he worked it up for her, the scents coming from her skin enough to drug his every sense... They had always been each others solace in this world, the one place they might let something as fragile as an imagination take root, to allow one another to dream if only in each others presence. In those time's he'd spoiled her by easing her tension and giving her a friendly ear to vent to who wouldn't go tattling like Chaka. In return she gave him the greatest gift, an education that if he hadn't had, would likely have not gone terribly far on the surface. Speaking on their mother was a unique topic between them. He didn't love her but he didn't hate her either, he perhaps felt a bit of resentment because she had treated him differently than his sisters but then again that was just tradition, some things are deeper than bones and marrow. "Chaka? No her father as I recall was a gypsy mage, he had quite the trick with his hands, and mother certainly enjoyed him enough to have a child with him."

He'd settle in beside her once more, their hands linked as they spoke back and forth about things past and present, and her words on their father? Well it was one small blessing maybe... They were only half related but still, even half of a sin was still a sin, regardless on the reasons for it. "No, she killed my father right after I was born since I was a male, not uncommon in the scheme of things." Especially if the woman was a Matron. All of them had a different father between them, mummy dearest had a taste for flesh after all, and she wasn't shy about gluttoning herself either. It was interesting to hear that Gia and Anya were interested in going on the surface though, that was something new, something he hadn't had an inkling on her wishing to do. It would be so good for them, both of them really, the surface while it lacked all the comforts of home? Well it had definitely treated him well... "I can take you both with me on some of my travels... While I can travel in the day and you two can not I could easily take you in my caravan..." It would be a chance for them to continue this relationship as well, though then again it all depended on Ace and what demands the King might put on him, what ever would come after the Princess Run... The future was always a different page and it took nothing at all to have one be different from the other. "It is an option we can easily look into. While Anya might not marry Aeson in this particular endeavor that is not to say we can't find something else? Though is Marriage something she is interested in? Or does she simply wish to travel? At her age the world is quite vast, it makes one's feet itch and she might chose to wander, she might not..." What sort of a future waited for Anya? What of the one for them as a family?

One sweet thing lead to another, apologies made and insults forgiven, and he longed to kiss her... Slow and sweet... Their lips nearly touched when their daughter came in and they had to drop it rather quickly lest they be caught out. the conversation that followed had almost given his dear sister a stroke but thankfully it was much smaller than she had first thought. He watched the conversation with a relaxed smile between the three, adding a little bit here and there, a suggestion that would definitely keep their child out of trouble and busy beyond belief for some time. He'd mention the point about her birthday and he just smiled to see her surprise and he inclined his head. "I was there when you were conceived child, I was quite excited to see you grow but my fate veered off a little more than what allowed me to see you grow, and grow you have into a very beautiful young woman." He said honestly, she was a beautiful young woman and he was still surprised that he had anything to do with her creation, such a stunning creature had somehow had part of her existence in part to him. In regards to the gift that smile never really left his features as he nodded his head. "Correct, I sent the first one to your mother fifteen years ago, these I brought with me as a birthday gift to you as well as something special for your mother." Though as much as he adored that hug? Chatting with this surprisingly fun little spot of sunshine? There were years and years between he and Gia that wouldn't be satisfied overnight...

Once Anya and Anouke were gone to go and explore the many options that lay before them and the possible girls night? He couldn't help voicing his own thoughts on the approval that he seemed to get from their daughter and he couldn't help the shrug of his shoulder there. "We've played with much harder stuff than the wine though I take it as she hasn't seen you indulge in wine often?" He'd hedge the question with another much firmer, far more serious one as he lifted her into his lap, his cheek pressed to her soft exposed skin with a sigh. Should they tell Anya the truth? It might be bad... But it might be good... "Of course... A part of me worries she won't understand why her father had to leave, there's a lot of intricacies in our story that not many would want to hear, which brings my next question... Do we lie about my relation to you? Or tell her the truth of it all? Some very bitter grapes they might have to press to make a fine wine if it came to that... "My life won't change much honestly... Many of us who join Cegorath do it because we have pasts we'd rather forget for personal reasons. I won't be able to be with you all the time, there might be months between visits but at the least we'll see each other, we'll have time to be together..." Which was so much more than they had had before. The issue he was having though had little and less to do with the previous conversation and everything to do with a forbidden temptation that was making him burn. Giving in was so much easier than it should have been, parting her dress so that he had full access to her dark chocolate core, the scent of it was rich enough to drive him mad but his touch was lighter than air on her skin. He remembered it all like not a moment had passed, sliding his hand between her thighs with his venom laced fingertips to give her that addictive zing, his other hand turning her body so that she was twisted in his lap and oh... Oh he was drowning in her and he was barely even dipping a proverbial toe in the water, his head heavy and his thoughts already getting muddled as he touched her everywhere he knew she adored, blowing heavy warm puffs of air against the transparent mesh of her dress. It was too good to pass up, dribbling the wine over her dress to dampen her skin, allowing him to suckle it from that fabric and catch a delicate bud in the process... Hot and cold...Wet and dry... All the while his fingers danced and played over her in the softest of touches with the most devious of purposes, knowing perfectly well she adored the ramp up, to be kept on that static zing.

Her plea to kiss him? God he thought she'd never ask. He moved to catch her lips with a hunger that matched her own, one hand leaving her breast to tangle in her hair, to pull her down that much tighter. He was so much stronger than she would have remembered, easily packing on a good hundred pounds worth of muscle and full maturity at that point he was in his prime and he could have bent her over and broke her if he wanted to, but that was never his goal with her. He simply wanted to please her and follow her luscious instructions. Lips met like waves crashing on the shore and all was riptide from there, he swallowed her moans and sighs, each time she wriggled in his lap he held her down tighter, harder... His throbbing cock pressed up against the sweet gap of her ass as he rocked up with her, keeping her on that static high even as he was drug through hell, panting against her as he wanted so desperately to just bury himself hilt deep in her and never stop... He wanted to die there, fucking his sweet sister until she killed him, till the last breath fell from his lips. Her question if he was sure? "Does a spider spin it's web?" He asked and stole her lips to swallow up that moan and slid his fingers up into her, curling them sharply so she was filled to the brim and that sweet g-spot was hit in the way he knew always fucked her up so proper, and he'd start to stroke in and out of her with slow purpose... "Gia... My Sweet... Sweet Sister... My madness..." He moaned against her lips as he fingered her so sweetly... Hot and slow... Everything to make her pull her hair out with need before she'd just stop and stand. He'd not fight her, instead licking his fingers clean with a throaty groan of agony at how delicious she was, like not a moment had passed since he last tasted her on his tongue... As she began to strip he watched like she were a mage spelling him to infinite slavery and he'd go so damned willingly... It was the scar across her stomach that he didn't recognize, it was so mean and deep looking, his hand reaching out to trace along her skin as she settled into his lap... "Perhaps for the best... Though I'd give more than I should admit to have a chance once more..." But he'd leave it there, reaching down to pull his robes off and under them? His skin was smooth, flawless but the muscles were deeply cut, well defined with very little fat on him... He was all male without a doubt, and if she wasn't sure about it with his robes off? He'd slid his pants down to his knees, like her he wore nothing under it, no fancy tight shorts to keep things nice n tucked. They called them swinging dicks for a reason after all... "You drive me to madness and I love you for it..." He'd say before he'd line them up as they kissed so hot and heavy, his hands reaching down to palm and grip her ass, slowly waiting for her to lower herself down onto his waiting shaft... He was panting, damn near in agony as he remained still, letting her take the lead as it was always meant to be, he ever her adoring slave and oh...How he loved it... His cock was thickly slick with all the precum he'd spilt for her before she'd get to just about the head of his cock before he'd suddenly stiffen and gasp, cum eruption from his cock like a geyser under far too much pressure, a sudden guttural growl ripped from his throat as he painted up the precious sweet shell of her slit... He was shaking and his face was a vivid shade of red as a Drow could possibly get. He was about to open his mouth and apologize before the door was suddenly thrown in and two armed guards stood there with Nautilous between them.[/b]

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..the series of emotions her body.. her mind went through in these moments.. was quite possibly more than she had felt in.. years.. it made her honestly wonder .. had she really been feeling anything.. or had she simply been coasting along for such a great length of time.. The two of them spoke a little on their upbringing.. their childhood and of course a shared sister in Chaka..how she was a flighty thing.. never happy to sit still.. almost the complete opposite of herself.. she tilted her head when she heard him talk about his Father being killed.. it made sense.. she understood it at least..

he was a son.. no Matron desired a son..it was Nothing like the surface where just about every single Kings desire was their first born to be a son.. down in the depths of their home.. he was dust under the rug.. he was another slave to add to the masses.. but to her.. he was her brother.. so he meant So much more than any of the others.. she told him that Anya was interested in the surface.. and that she was slowly taking her around.. but their native sight was a huge barrier.. her brows furrowed when he offered to take them with him.. in his caravan no less-.. really?.. I mean.. I have no doubt that Anya would absolutely love that.. the experience alone would be wonderful.. but.. we really are a burden during the daylight hours.. neither of us can be out in it for any great length of time.. -she was curious as to how it would work.. the last thing she wanted to do was burden him with their issues.. he had a life of his own..and he was doing incredibly well for himself.. more than she could have ever hoped really..

she laughed a little and shook her head-.. she has zero desire to get close to Aeson.. None what so ever, she is only here to hopefully open up a trade route between Silverthorn and the Eastern states of Menzoberranzan.. brokering an agreement with the surface would do really well for her.. it would lift her standing to take over from Chaka.. -she nodded-.Chaka has had.. well.. I dont want to call it terrible luck.. but.. she's got 3 sons.. and no daughters.. she needs someone to step in.. to take over.. someone with a good head.. as for Marriage itself.. no.. she's not interested.. at least not yet.. that could and will no doubt change should she find the right one.. I'm not pushing her into anything..I refuse to put her through what I went through.. all that ends with me..

-and she was deadly serious in that regard.. she would not make Anya marry for power.. she would not force her down that line of abuse all for the good of the House.. -.. I know she wants to wander.. I know she's quite eager to explore.. she has quite an imagination..a strong desire to experience everything.. to leave no stone unturned.. and so on.. -she nodded-.. I think she needs to see the world.. before she settles into the Matron position.. I honestly think that it will make her a better leader.. -she tried to apologise.. it was heart felt.. and not something she did often..his finger pressed to her lips caused her to fall silent.. her gaze to meet his.. and the two nearly met in the middle.. only to have their daughter bound on in with wild ideas on hair colouring ..


Anya: she offered him a smile when he spoke about her birthday.. and how he was around when she was conceived no less.. -.. Well.. I am sorry I didn't get to know you Thaylan.. But I thankyou for the sweet compliments.. -her smile widened a little more.. she even offered a bit of a playful mini curtsy before she gathered up her small purse and a few other objects.. the clips took her by surprise.. they were stunningly beautiful.. and would look even better resting against her coloured hair come morning.. she went to leave.. speaking on fate.. eyeing the couple there on the couch curiously.. but nothing was spoken.. not directly in any rate.. locks flicked across.. and she took off in a run-



Gia -she nodded when he spoke on indulging in much harder stuff than the wine-.. mm.. yes that we have.. -a recollection of dipping a little too hard into the mushrooms and poison that almost got them caught one naughty little afternoon.. -.. but no.. I havent really indulged in that particular wine in quite a while.. I avoided it.. for a long time after you disappeared.. -and she did.. completely.. along with going to several places where they had been.. couldn't even bring herself to enter his old bedroom.. the topic changed to wether or not they should tell Anya.. easily coming to the conclusion that yes.. she had the right to know..

but.. how much.. her breath caught when he pulled her onto his lap.. something her body was not quite prepared for.. -.. its a tough one.. I think she deserves to know it all.. I dont like to hide things from her.. I think she is a lot more open minded than.. say perhaps the usual female drow.. I dont think our relations will phase her so much.. I.. guess I really dont know.. there is so much that could go wrong.. and so much that could just go so right.. its a gamble.. we have to be willing to take.. Do you want to keep that to yourself?.. Do you have issue with her knowing we are siblings?.. -she was genuinely curious as to where he stood.. what his desires were when it came to his daughter.. was he afraid he'd be rejected as a Father?..

he explained a little more about Cegorath.. and the inner workings.. how many of the followers chose to join to forget their pasts.. that if they were to try again.. if they were to keep this burning.. that there could be time spent between visits.. -.. I have no issue with time.. I am a very patient person if I want to be.. and I feel.. for you.. Id want to be.. -her gaze lifted to look to him there.. before they both tumbled so deeply.. falling from so high.. sinful touches.. delicate whimpers and moans sounded as they leant in to one another.. he plied those thighs of hers apart.. stretching them over his as his fingers began to tease and glide along that slick little slit of hers.. she responded to his touches quickly.. she arched and stiffened.. he was playing her like a prized fiddle and yet they had only just begun..

old hands at it.. they knew each others bodies.. even so many years down the track.. though it would appear his had gone through quite a few changes.. she figured that out pretty quickly.. the wine was lush and sinful as it splashed down over the rounds of her tits.. vivid deep burgundy against the white mesh.. his lips were hot and wet.. his tongue tormenting her with every flick and curl.. she moaned and gasped.. gripping him all the more tighter as he pushed her.. she desired his kiss.. demanded it.. a perfectly timed plea had him lifting to her before they met quickly with an unmatched hunger.. in these moments when his fingers tangled in her hair and he held her down she felt that strength..

her body ached in response and she desired him all the more.. it was impossible to miss that hardness pressing up against her ass.. every move she made.. everything she shifted or writhed she felt it.. she pressed down against it.. the two of them rocked.. they reached.. they touched and explored..like lovers locked away in a honeymoon suite they couldn't keep their hands off one another.. her breaths were short and sharp.. coming out in little wisps of air when their kiss broke.. oh her head was heavy.. so foggy.. the desire.. the need for him burning her from the inside out ..the clothing was a restriction on both sides.. she just wanted out.. and she desired to feel him beneath her.. skin to skin.. her words were almost breathless as she asked him if he was sure.. did he want to wander down this path once more.. for she felt.. once they past that barrier there would be no going back.

. his reply just made her moan down into the hot depths of his mouth.. those fingers sliding up into her made her grip his shoulders so tightly her nails began to scratch against the fabric of his robes.. the way they curled in.. filling her.. stretching her out just enough.. fucking her to complete and utter madness.. she groaned as her head dipped back.. her eyes tumbled closed.. his pace was intoxicating.. slow and languid.. she could feel every inch of those fingers..invading her over and over and over.. her poor heart throbbed.. her body trembled against him as she lifted and rocked that ass of hers back against him-.. oh.. Oh.. Thaylan.. -she whined.. rocking her head back forward once more as she pressed it to his.. anguish in those words.. only the sweetest kind.. -.. oh dear brother Dont stop.. -she pleaded..

his words were adding fuel to the burning fire.. the pressure that was deep down within her.. the one that was rising all the more with every thrust he took.. it was the sweetest sin.. the darkest ride.. one they had taken time and time again.. but they couldn't truly deny what they felt for one another.. the true electricity.. something that was so much deeper than desire.. deeper than lust and infatuation.. the heat grew and grew as he continued to tease and torment her before she without warning pulled away.. moving to stand on slightly wobbly knees.. Oh she needed out of that dress.. she was burning up.. and she knew.. the chances of him peeling away those layers would be incredibly higher if she stripped off hers..

button by button her tulle rich gown became looser and looser.. her lips parted watching as he dipped those fingers down into his mouth.. tasting her.. the groan.. the look of agony upon his incredibly masculine features.. oh her heart hurt.. the dress puddled to the floor.. she felt his fingers tracing along the scar.. the old wound across her lower stomach.. -.. mm.. to have a chance one more?.. -she questioned.. curious .. desiring perhaps a little clarification before all conscious thought and reasoning flew right out the window.. she watched him when he began to peel off those layers.. that smooth flawless skin.. his chest so broad and muscular.. her fingers traced down over it.. -.. Oh my god Brother.. -she breathed.. looking down over him from her position on his lap.. -.. You are.. just.. look at you.. You are So strong!.. -she whined a little..

drawing the corner of her lip inward as she felt that rock hard length rubbing against her soft inner thigh.. she asked him if he knew what he did to her.. his response was fucking perfect.. before they devoured each others lips once more.. hands exploring smooth bare flesh.. pressing to one another.. fitting like pieces of a puzzle.. just eagerly awaiting that one last joining.. she could hear him.. the noises he made.. the panting and groaning.. it just urged her on.. her body was so tightly wound.. and she desired nothing more than to just feel him inside her.. deeply anchored.. her knees pressed against the soft cushions of the chair.. re-positioning herself just a little..

they would be right there.. It was Right there.. all she had to do was drop down on him.. and she just about did before he surprised her.. she felt his body stiffen first.. the gasp.. before she felt him explode.. just coating that sweet little cunt of hers in cum.. her lips parted as she looked to him there .. a little shocked.. that was certainly not what she expected.. hell even horny teenage Thaylan didn't go through that.. well.. maybe just the once.. her breath came out in a shuddered sound.. her gaze searched out his.. left to right.. she could feel the heat coming from his cheeks.. his acute embarrassment perhaps.. or was this the gods way of telling them No..

the sudden crash of the lock on the door breaking caused her to blink..turning to quickly glance over her shoulder as she caught sight of the Queens guards standing there..and then of course.. Nautilous.. -.. For Fucks Sake.. -she groaned.. pulling herself up off the couch as she gathered up that long netted dress.. tossing it about her shoulders as it more or less just enveloped her otherwise naked frame-.. Are You kidding me right now Nautilous?.. -she reached up to drag her fingers back through her hair.. oh she was pissed.. Not only had she been left on an edge but interrupted twice.. her poor heart didn't know what to do..-.. This is My private suite.. MINE.. I am damn sure whatever it is you have to say Could have Fucking waited.. or.. OR unless youve been wanking so fucking much over the past few days ..it being the ONLY reason there would be for not KNOCKING on my god damned door.. -she was bristled and about ready to skin someone.. -You ruined my home.. You killed my people.. and I and my daughter nearly died in the process.. I dont know.. I like to think that affords me a little bit of Fucking privacy.. -her arms rose.. crossing there about her chest-

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The offer was genuine and he didn't see a huge problem with that. While the Performances were getting more frequent there was nothing whatsoever that stated that Followers of Cegorach couldn't have families, lovers or children, it was not like Slaanesh or Khorne in that way. "Really. If you are in the caravan it has wooden shutters over the windows and the door shuts tight, it would be like moving in a segment of cave, I have used it myself a time or two. Like when he needed to make repairs on his mask from battle, he would have to take it off and perform it manually and that didn't always wait to happen till dark, so at that point he simply shuttered himself in and the others would ride on his caravan while the rest headed out in it's troupe. "It would only be a burden if you set demands upon me that caused me to fall behind in my duties to Chegorath, something I seriously doubt either of you would do, knowing you two are very independent. Plus, making poisons or potions for our Masquerades would be very beneficial, if you really wanted to go the extra mile. Such things as those were made by Priestess and Matrons, he had never once been taught how to craft them, let alone how to administer them though... Gia had a time or two given him Rathrae Dos and made excellent use of his body while all he could do was watch and feel. She did it not out of cruelty but because she knew in those particular moments it was an extreme high for him, the ultimate evidence of the Drow Male to Female control and power, and it typically caused some of the most intense orgasms for him. Last time he'd felt that was on Valentines day after her marriage to Valk when she really needed the outlet... So had he...



The marriage negotiation was brought up about their daughter and he couldn't stop the smile on his face when she said Anya was nowhere near interested in that outside of a possible trade agreement. "That is good because the King is madly in love with one of the Princess and this is all really just the motions for his mother's sake... But I did hear Nautilous push the wisdom of a trade agreement which I second. It would be lucrative for both sides if it took off... If Anya were to make friends with a certain Princess I'm sure it would go through no matter what..." And he was pretty sure Gia knew which princess too... You would have to be blind not to see the way Ace's eyes had drifted back to her over and over again even when other Princess were introduced. "This particular Princess is also a very good friend of the Drow in the fact that she sees us as fascinating and enchanting, she'd like to know a good deal more about us, and I can foresee a visit to Menzoberranzan in her future..." Which would be very good to foster friendship between the kingdoms, and more than just Silverthorns too, trade between them and Har Ganeth could staggar a sultan financially... It was also good to hear Anya had no interest in marriage whatsoever. No father is ever ready to hear that. He was just getting the chance to know his daughter, he was nowhere near willing to give her up to another man, he was calling dibs on that for the next few years at least. "Poor Chaka... But maybe that is for the best. The world can not handle another Chaka. Anya will be a very good fit in." He could already tell that. Anya had the fight amount of charm with reserved aloofness, the perfect look and the ability to be utterly likeable. A lethal combination for a Matron and he could see Anya leading a group twice as big as her mothers had been in it's height. "Give her to me for the summer then, if you can not come along? We visit capital cities all over the realms, she would be able to meet and make connections with many various people and walks of life, all of which will strengthen her as a person." A summer was small but compared to how much time he had missed it would be like a lifetime. Over all too soon... His sister had gone on to try and apologize and he stilled her for it, she had a reason to feel hurt and betrayed, especially given what she had been lead to believe. Even if it was a false belief it had been one she held onto, she was not responsible for it, no more than he would hold it against her. A kiss was almost shared before their daughter came in and little conversations were struck up, teasing and laughter, compliments and gifts... "That is quite alright Anya, you will have plenty of time to know me in the future, and that is far better than remoursing over the past isn't it?" He said with a smile before Anya picked out her combs after a curtsy and disappeared out the door with a touch of coded words but... Words he understood nonetheless. There was approval there with lack of judgement, of which that made him feel a bit more comfortable, opening their conversation about the question of which to tell her and how much... "Not quite..." He said after she was settled in his lap with his cheek pressed against her bare back. "It's not like our status is as acceptable as drug use is for us... Even among the drow who have very little taboo, what we are breaks some of the very few rules we have. Even if it didn't bother her, it's not something she could tell anyone, she'd have to keep her parental lineage half a secret on my behalf..." Which was like passing on a lie... Then again it was still better than being the child of someone like Valkyrn not to mention he'd have the chance to be a father to her which... Meant more to him than almost anything else... Second only to Gia... "If we do this... I do want her to know the truth... All of it. I'm not ashamed of my love for you Gia, as forbidden as it is you are my sister and both love and lust after you in equal, burning measures." Enough that it had physically pained him to know she had to fuck her husbands and how much she hated it, how little good they did her in bed, leaving her empty and disgusted... How many times had she come to him with seed inside her that he washed away himself before filling her with his own? "But perhaps for her own story we might say that I was adopted into the family from our mothers sister... Cousins being together and having children isn't nearly as bad as siblings, this way she could explain her lineage without being embarrassed or wearing the taboo of our sin." It was... A happy medium, wasn't it? Ayna would know that he and Gia were brother and sister but she could tell the world they were cousins instead... It seemed a good enough marriage between bent truths and subtle falsehoods to be easily believed.



What came next was something weighing on his heart... Did she want to try again? Did she wish to move back into the home of his heart, to rekindle their flames and reinstitude their state of perpetual sin, to live a life of secret and sensual emotions that drove them to commit the uttermost taboo of forbidden delight? She'd have to know he would be gone for long stretches of time, sometimes he'd be able to bring her with him, at others not quite so much... But he'd always come home to her. Always. "I love you Gia... I want to... I want to do this..." He got out before they both fell into the pit of damned desire and it was all they could do to remember to breathe, hands were everywhere and lips tangled... Tongues danced... It was hot and he burned with her, ached and shuddered, rock hard to the point of nearly being brittle... It only got worse, a thousand times worse when she urged his fingers into her, the way she lead him was as if they had only made love yesterday. His body knew how to bend for her, to do exactly what she needed to make her writhe and wriggle, all the while he was in agony... She killed him slowly with her words, the way she arched and rocked on his lap, her plea... "Never... Never my dear, sweet sister... I'll pleasure you till I draw my last breath my precious Gia..." He groaned against her before she suddenly left him and he feared he would die in those moments his cock was bouncing like a living thing under his robes as he licked her off of his fingers, it was so sweet and clean, no different than the decadent taste of her when they were but teenagers... She was naked and it took all he had to stay on that seat before he began to touch her once more, seeing the scar along her belly, he knew what it meant... At least in part... His words were gently voiced before she responded in question and he nodded his head... "A chance to give you my seen and watch it grow... To be with you, every step as our child grows inside you, to nurture you and this precious life... I missed the chance the first time and now it is too late..." Sometimes things are not meant to be... He pulled off his own robe and slid his pants down and her comments? Mmph... That did things to him he hadn't felt in a very long time, his hands reaching out to trace over her breasts then, just the softest of touches to make her scream. "All for you my sweet Sister... My body is Yours... Use me for your pleasure as you once did." Skin to skin he touched and stroked her till she was close to her peak, kissing her like she were water and he was dying of thirst, so tightly wound his body was going haywire... He was right there... Between her scalding hot folds when it happened... His body, long denied pleasure, even longer denied sex jumped the gun... His orgasm ripped through him hard and fast and left him groaning in pleasure before it faded and he was absolutely humiliated... Seeing her looking down at him there were almost tears in his eyes for disappointing her... "I didn't mean to... I haven't been... Not since you... Not since we created Anya... I was so excited I..." He said before he'd moved in to kiss her, guiding her down to fully impale herself on his still hard shaft, ready to put her through the gates of pleasure all night long even if it killed him... Lips locking over hers and that was when the door crashed in and he just about beat someone senseless as she jumped off of his throbbing cock and he fisted his hands in the couch hard enough to rip chunks out of the cushion and well into the stuffing.

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Nautilous: Ok, she was pissed and he could see the reason for it, though what had happened? Aaah... Well fuck... What he walked in on was NOT expected. He though... Something else actually... Like... Maybe... Well fuck he couldn't quite tell but... Sure as shit not Thaylan in his sister Balls Deep. He took Gia rounding on him too before he'd speak, only when she stopped talking, and even then? He'd come over and give her his own jacket to cover up for the moment before talking. "I did knock several times and when you didn't answer I feared the worst. There are several dead members of Aesons personal staff that have been found, a couple were the very same men that Thaylan and I were asked to replace, and given no one answered the door I was worried that who ever killed them might have gotten to you two." He'd go over to Thaylan then and held him off the couch and handed him back his robes before he'd continue. "Adelaide has no idea what has happened and we aren't able to announce this or shut down the castle or kingdom since this is the Run. Doing so would cause a panic." Which is why he had to come here personally. "Queen Adelaide has asked us personally to find the culprit and keep it secret, she doesn't want anyone to know what has happened and when we find the culprit we are to dispatch him after an interrogation." Hence the need for them both and in a very urgent state no less. There were also things he had to talk to Thaylan about personally that could only be handled in extreme privacy... "I'm sorry Gia, I'll grant you any wish you want when we're done, I'll ensure no one disturbs you again."

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They had come to an agreement.. their daughter was to be told, was to be informed that he was her Father.. everything.. there would be no more secrets amongst the three of them.. it was time for honesty..though what would be told when it was to go public.. well thats where the truth would be bent maybe a little.. they wouldn't be siblings so much as they were cousins.. still not perfect but not near as taboo .. it wouldn't cause their daughter as much embarrassment.. or judgement.. and thats all she wanted for her.. to be able to move forward.. head held high.. regardless of how she came to be.. -.. The truth.. -she spoke quietly..

resting back against him then.. feeling his embrace.. his strong arms sliding around her.. his breath against her bared back.. -.. I've never been ashamed of us.. ever.. -she reached back to caress her soft warm fingers along the sharp curve of his jawline-.. even when I was taught the rules.. the laws.. of how wrong this was.. of how sinful it was.. from that first kiss I knew I was meant to be yours.. -and she did.. it just seemed to flick a switch.. it made all the things she had felt up until that moment make so much more sense.. the innocence of close childhood friends.. to the admiration and curiosity of teens.. to the hungry love starved adults ..the only fear they held.. was getting caught.. everything else was but fleeting thought on the wind.. they explored each other without restraint.. they learnt every inch.. knew every response.. taste and touch.. sound and movement.. it would have been difficult to find two lovers that were that in-tune with one another.. but they had it..

and here in this Royal Suite in the Kingdom of Silverthorne.. so many years later they would find themselves upon that couch.. unable to keep their hands off of one another.. succumbing into that tangle of lust, desire and sinful need.. it had been far too long.. though the fever and intensity in their actions would be similar if they had just done this a day prior.. his touches set her on fire from the inside.. the pressure deep down within her rose a little higher with every kiss.. his scent was intoxicating.. his bodies heat.. the way he held her so tightly.. the strength was so new.. she was not expecting that at all.. the muscles.. the weight.. he had filled out practically everywhere.. in his prime.. his perfect condition..

her poor heart was struggling with it.. along with the rest of her body.. the goosebumps were almost permanent.. breaths were catching.. shorter ..coming out in gasps and whines.. whispered words of heated need and urgency floated between deeply driven kisses.. they supped from one another.. they became quickly drunk from being this close.. he slid those fingers into her and she arched fiercely.. that horribly naughty little fucking was maddening.. causing her toes to curl over.. her thighs to tremble and fail at drawing inward...she couldn't take it.. she needed desperately to feel him beneath her.. all of him.. and that meant removing that full jewel coated mesh.. drawing away was almost painful.. feeling those lusciously thick fingers gliding out of her.. before she stripped out of that gown.. letting it puddle at her feet in a puffy mess of fabric..

watching as his tongue captured the sticky sweet from his finger tips.. oh she could melted right then and there.. finding his lap.. inching in close as he touched her.. as he traced the length of that scar.. she wanted clarification to his needs.. his wants.. and it was about children.. that he wanted to be with her every step of a new pregnancy.. that he had missed out the first time.. and how he felt it was now too late.. and he wouldn't be wrong.. he just didn't know How wrong.. the sober thoughts floated away when he began to peel off his layers.. the thick robes revealing inch after inch of those perfectly lined muscles..

Oh be still her dark little heart.. she made sure he knew what she thought of it.. he was stunning.. she ran her tips down along the fine lines.. he felt so strong.. so tight.. he had changed so much in the time they had been apart.. and yet.. deep down.. he was still the same Brother she knew and loved dearly.. she could see it in those eyes.. in the curve of his smile.. everything it just floored her completely.. they were bare together.. pressed skin to skin.. the curve of her breasts pressed to the broadness of his muscular chest.. her thighs parted wide over his as she rocked in against him.. their lips met once more.. hungry and yet with an inability to be sated.. just wanting more.. so much more.. tongues dove down into heated depths.. hands reached and gripped.. touched and caressed..

the noises he made just pushed her.. meeting and mingling with her moans and whimpers.. he had wound her up so tightly she feared she would break.. they were lined up perfectly.. she could feel the slick hardness of his shaft rubbing against her inner thigh..a barely there touch to that slick wet slit.. it was just there.. Right there.. before he took her breath away.. she felt his body stiffen beneath her..the grip upon her tightened enough to make her whine.. before he exploded.. before she felt that heated wet sticky cum coating her skin..her lips fell open a little as her breath caught in the back of her throat.. Oh now she was not prepared for that.. she wasn't expecting that at all.. her gaze searched his when he was coherent enough to look back up to her.. Oh he looked shattered.. she could see the glassy reflection there.. as if he were on the verge of tears.. -.. shh.

-she whispered when he tried to give her a stuttered humiliated apology..her forehead came down to rest to his.. her heart was still throbbing there in her chest.. it was taking her a moment to catch her breath.. she was So incredibly worked up.. she wouldn't allow him to guide her down.. she remained above him and whatever amount of damning torment she had left was washed away when that door swung open without warning..her ruby gaze widened considerably as she glanced over her shoulder to catch those guards.. and then of course Nautilous.. Oh she couldn't have been more livid.. What else could fucking happen?.. the roof cave in perhaps?.. Maybe her daughter would come home pregnant..

she pulled herself up off his lap.. grasping her dress from the floor as she slid her arms back into it.. yanking it forward as she held it closed with her arms.. she laid into Nautilous then.. rejecting the offered jacket.. the dress she had was covering her enough for the moment.. why couldn't he have knocked?.. but apparently he did.. her brows furrowed.. she heard none of it.. Not a single one.. had they fallen that hard into one another that everything else in the world had just melted away.. his reasoning.. something about the Kings staff being found dead had her shaking her head.. -.. fine.. whatever.. -she exhaled.. reaching up to rub her fingers across her forehead.. she left them to talk.. they clearly had jobs to do.. or work.. or something.. she just felt like a puzzle with so many missing and muddled pieces..

she walked into her private room and closed the door.. that lock was thrown and if anyone dared enter she would have cut them.. into the tiniest of pieces there would be no going back.. she sunk down onto the edge of the bed then and just breathed.. her hand fell to her heart.. feeling it racing beneath the skin.. she just felt so hot.. no.. she couldn't do this.. she needed to centre herself..and she needed to go and check on her daughter.. if there was a madman or whatever running about the city she needed to be certain Anya was alright..she dropped the mesh white dress onto the chair as she used a cloth from the dresser to very gently clean herself up.. very gently.. short of having a bath there was no way she'd get it all.. but enough to make it comfortable to walk.. sliding over a long black almost liquid jersey dress.. it was full and rested upon the floor.. you couldn't hide anything in such a dress ..but it showed nothing..

a boned corset found its place beneath her bust.. drawing in her waistline nice and narrow..lifting those well rounded breasts of hers.. some cuffs upon her arms.. her hair down.. and she would step back out into the main living area.. her gaze glanced between the two.. a stoic expression as was expected..Nautilous offered her anything she desired when they were done.. -.. I require nothing from you Nautilous.. -that ruby gaze shifted.. glancing across to her Brother there.. -.. I hope you find the man or thing you're looking for.. -she turned.. the hemline of the dress dragged a little upon the soft carpeted floor.. gathering up a small purse from the table-.. If you will excuse me.. Im going to check in on Anya.. make sure she is ok.. -she exhaled and stepped out of the suite.. leaving the door adjar.. figuring they would close it up when they left ..she rolled her shoulders back.. straightened her figure.. poise perfect.. the corset would force her to walk with a certain sense of pride and ownership.. even if she was utterly fucked on the inside..

it would take some time for her to locate her daughter..squirrelled away within a large room at one of the better Inns at the city.. several princesses in tow.. all getting their hair coloured which would no doubt be much to their parents utter disgust.. she didn't interrupt though.. nor did she join them for in as much as their Mother Daughter relationship was so incredibly strong.. she knew the girl needed to socialise.. to meet new people.. so instead.. she wandered.. with more than a few handful of offers to share in her company.. all of which she ignored

she found Splinter.. didn't take her long to figure out what it was.. and what it meant.. Menzoberranzan was where most of this was birthed.. she'd brought a nice supply of drugs that it seemed were fuelling the dens below so entrance was swift and required little convincing.. she bypassed the usual .. the place smelt of sex..drugs and alcohol.. passing several tables where lovers were devouring one another.. stages were shows and acts of racy theatre were being played out.. there was a soft velvet couch behind an almost sheer curtain.. she sunk down onto it.. a floor show ..sex in dance though without the act itself.. the dancers were extremely talented.. smooth as silk.. she nursed heavily laced cigarette.. her head graced the back of the couch there as she just blew smoke rings up into the air around her.. listening to the music.. the dancers having half her attention.. she just needed to unwind.. badly-

Gias corset jersey dress

[BadInfluence]

The truth... Could either set you free or kill you, something not many people realized or were willing to talk about, everyone wanted to see it as this all encompassing message of good... But more often than not? The truth tended to get you in a shit load of trouble. His fear? Was that Anya might be repulsed to find she was the child of incenst. Was it better to love her and not let her know why? It was a choice her mother and he were currently working on but they seemed to come to the same answer. The truth. The truth was that he loved his sister, loved her in a purer, more honest way than perhaps any drow ever had loved another. The truth was that she was his sister and he wasn't bothered by it, if anything the fact she was his sister only made it a bit lusher, like the venom in death's head wine... It's just made perfect for it, that final touch, the finishing piece... The truth was he loved his daughter and he wanted her to know him, his place in her life, the reason why she had to grow up with such a shit slop excuse for a father figure... The truth? The truth was that he wanted to be a part of their life and there was no reason he couldn't. The real question was? Did Anya want him in hers?



Embracing was perhaps a mistake but what a wonderful one to make. As soon as his arms were around her he was a dead man, place the noose about his neck and hang him, he would swing gladly for this. Years and years of pend up longing and need rose to the surface like a well worn damn finally giving up the ghost and breaking, everything flooding through his body like liquid energy, turning everything inside him upside down and supercharged all at once. It hurt in only the best of ways and all he wanted was more of it... More pain... More suffering... More agony of only the sweetest sort... "And I was meant to be with you Gia, always..." His breath was a warm fan along her breath as he soaked her up, everything from the soft caress of her hair on his skin to the smell of every breath she took, the warmth of her skin... All so familiar even though it had been nearly twenty years... "I cursed mother for birthing us in the same family... I wished anyone else could have been my mother so I could have married you... I wanted nothing more in my life than to have had that gift... You were, are, and always will be the one thing I wanted." And it was true... His best friend, his partner in crime, his lover and his sister all rolled into one. He wanted her, needed her in the most innocent all the way down to the deviously carnal ways, and that need wasn't going to wait another minute... There on that couch they started up their dance as if they had never fallen out of it and it was beyond lush, a tangle of hands and legs, lips and breaths as they wove about each other like a spider and it's web. The world was forgotten, there was nothing outside of the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her on his fingers...



Burning up... He felt like he was burning up into ash from the inside out, his fingers between her thighs and sliding up into her, how tight she was around his fingers and how sweetly wet... That perfect ride and he was more than happy to keep at it till she came but she had other things in mind... She'd stripped down as he licked his fingers clean and he? Oh he had no issue peeling his own layers off to reveal what changes time had made to his body, and her compliments, the way she fawned over his change? Was like wine to his soul and he was drunk off it, so pleased that she wanted the man he had become versus the boy he had been, so very eager to prove it... To show her what he could do, all the things he remembered that made her scream, made her weak and wet and soft atop of him as she ordered him to fuck her till she couldn't take a moment longer... All of that... All of it... It was a rich and heady combination, the memories of her and then the her before him, her sweet scent and rich heat over his cock... All he wanted to do was make her sore but the moment his cock touched her it was over... He suddenly and violently exploded and it was utter bliss for him in so many ways... But once it was over? Sheer and utter humiliation on his face... Their first time together in almost two decades and he had ruined it by cumming the second his skin touched hers.



The apologies fell from his lips as soon as he could speak and while some men might be afraid to show emotion with her? He was always open and real... Genuine... And he could see the shock in her face, the probable disappointment and gods how it killed him, ate him upside like acid. He felt sick with himself, humiliated and angry with his body, for the shame he had brought her... He had every, EVERY intent on making it up to her all night long, so many things he wished to do for her but they didn't even get that. Seconds later they were burst in on and if looks could kill? Nautilous would be well decayed six feet under some giant mountain somewhere that he'd have dropped on him. He watched the argument between the two, or rather he watched his Sister ream him before stalking off to get dressed while he himself did the same, shaking his head at the offered help and dropping his emotions back in their box for now. Before Gia would leave the room though he had everyone else leave so it was just him and her and he'd give her a bit of jewelry, a silver snake armband... Might seem simple at first but he'd pull the head off of it and reveal the three inch curved serpents fang inside it, dripping with venom before he'd slide it back in and hand it to her to wear, dragging her into his arms once more and holding her so tight she might have a hard time breathing. "I am so sorry, dearest sister, we will pick this up very soon... Be safe, please, I can not bear to lose you now that I have you again..." He'd whisper against her cheek before he'd kiss her and they'd depart, each to their own area, her to check on their daughter and he to look after this murderer.



They were well into it for perhaps two hours, he with his mask on allowed him to see certain trails, things that others could not sense... Smells and tastes, sighs and sounds all heightened for him and it didn't take him long to retrace steps, to find small clues... Things left behind... Perhaps a half hour in he wasn't liking what he found. Someone had let something akin to a demon lose in the castle and this thing was taking over bodies that it killed, using them like puppets, but to what end? Well that was the worst part... Paperwork showed that the kings signature had been forged on several documents, things already sent out but perhaps they had time, they might have a chance to forestall the worst... Runners were sent out to try and catch the messages sent out before they reached their destinations. To catch the demon though... That was hard. Each time the thing jumped there was a new trail to have to follow and the last one? Just had a dead end... It had lead up to the Kings room which was now thuroughly ablaze and in those moments he felt an insane power shift, the sudden presence of She Who Thirsts and that was enough to cause him to shift into immediate defense but as soon as it appeared, it was gone... So was Nautilous who could be seen running down the stairs... To get help? Perhaps... While they handled the blaze he himself left to go and try to find Adelaide to ask her a few questions on what she might know only to find she was gone too but... Not by her own will... It was obvious there had been a struggle, curtains were torn down and a mirror was shattered, drawers pulled out... Was she kidnapped? Or had someone tried to use the fire as a distraction to steal something of value? It would seem so... More paperwork was missing from this room as well... He'd be on the hunt now for Adelaide while the staff managed the rest.



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