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(21:56:53 ) ° Is it better to be feared or loved?°



Tirithon Koehler

…-she was the only pure thing in my life and in my life I neglected her-…

: ..he had been busy, even busier than usual when he knew that everyone was out and about.. Nautilous was off with Sybelle.. Ace was off with Rose at that festival.. even Ryker had gone for a wander.. so in the interim he was organising a few things.. plenty of stuff had been in the works.. behind the scenes for perhaps a week.. maybe more.. on this particular day though he had sent word to Ace and Ryker.. that permissions had been given.. lines lifted.. for the pair of them to visit their mothers tomb up in the hills.. it had been cordoned off for as long as either of them could have remembered.. but it had been cared for.. tended to.. so horses would be set up along with a guard.. shortly after they had left however a note would have been sent to her.. requesting her presence in the throne room.. he would be seated there upon his high backed chair.. his leg crossed over.. dressed in his usual regalia .. there would be three others within the room.. his physician.. his advisor and another of whom she would not have recognised.. though from the robes it was clear he was a member of the clergy.. once she entered the room the doors would be closed behind her.. and guards settling in to stand.. arms crossed.. staring directly ahead- .. Did you enjoy your time.. out.. and about?.. I have been to those festivals a few times now.. very entertaining.. don’t you think?.. do.. come sit.. .. he motioned to the throne beside her.. where Aces Mother would have once sat so very.. very long ago- .. I have some news.. that might well interest you and if not.. its really of no consequence.. .. he waved his hand a little dismissively.. waiting to see if she would settle or not before he would move to stand.. the clergy man would approach.. the advisor picking up the paper work there.. turning it about as he reached for his pen quil.. signing his name upon the bottom there- .. come.. sign here.. .. he nodded.. handing her the quil.. if she was to rise she would note the paperwork was a marriage certificate.. but it was not with Aces name.. it was with his own- .. you didn’t think I’d allow you to marry my son do you?.. You’re my property afterall..and it is within my power.. to marry whomever I choose.. .. he motioned toward the secondary certificate there.. with Aces name and Sybelles.. - .. a much better fit.. I believe.. what with you being at my side afterall.. the people will understand..



(22:48:48 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

says to ° Is it better to be fea: *The day had been a big one for Ace… When he had been given the chance to go and see his mothers tomb after more than half of his life being denied it… How could she refuse him? He had been worried for her of course, but she assured him that she was quite fine, that he needed to see her… To make his peace… It wasn’t until after he had gone that somehow Nautilous had missed the memo and he was gone with Sydel… Leaving her very, very much alone with Tirithon, and that shiver of cold trepidation that had clung about her since they arrived was one more a constant companion… She thought that… Perhaps he might forget she was there… It wasn’t exactly uncommon for him to completely ignore someone, or even an entire group of people… Yet she had just finished breaking her fast when she was given the summons, and she knew she had no choice about it, any stink she might have made would have caused hell… Besides… He had been… Civil… Perhaps he just wanted to talk to her about the fair that he was too sick to attend?... She had told the messenger to please relay that she needed a few moments to ready herself and she would arrive directly… She was dressed and corseted then, even though she utterly hated the things, without telling them about her condition she was often forced into a set of stays… Court fashion demanded it… Once she was bound into the monstrocity of whale bone and silk, she was slipped into a soft blue grey dress with sloping shoulder caps, made of the softest tulle and chiffon so that it appeared to float about her as she walked… She wore no jewelry other than her rings from Jacob and Ace, leaving her neckline clean and unblemished, her ears free of sparking baubles… As she arrived she saw something was…. Wrong… The Physician was always his shadow, a man that she owed great thanks to, for the fact he had saved Jacobs hand and possibly his life… The Advisor was a slipper, scheming, slimy man she had never held favor for… She recalled him more than once encouraging great hardships and punishments on people, as well as all manner of violent ideals and information on such things from foreign lands... Once things were settled, she had a moment of glee imagining him in a crows nest, hanging from the front of a ship heading out into lands unknown… Let the crabs and sea birds nibble on him… Though the last, being a man who she thought must be of some sort of religious meanings, for he wore the garb of a priest of one type or another… Was Tirithon so close to death then that, what, he was asking her to witness his last will and testament? She heard her own soft clicking heels on the marble flooring, the gentle rustle of her dress, and then the sudden bang as the doors were closed and the latch sliding home… She wanted to turn around and look but that was begging for trouble… Instead she went on as if nothing had happened… His question took her off guard a bit, though she did not show it, instead she simply responded in a soft pleasant voice.* “It was indeed interesting… I thank you for giving me the day off so that I might enjoy the event…” *Though in truth she wished she didn’t have to say it that way… He was no employer, and she did not work for him, yet there was little else she could do other than just… Accept it…* “It was a pity you could not have enjoyed it yourself, there were some rare vintages there that were quite fine, though the crush of people I fear is not something you would have enjoyed…” *Tirithon was like a little boy diring his birthday party, it had to all be about him, all the time. The guests were only there in so far as he wanted them to be there, and the second they ceased to amuse him, then by golly they had to go… So the fair was perhaps not the best place for him, for no one there would bow and scrape for him as they did here, and that would have pissed him off in no time flat... She showed no fear as she came forward then, though to take a seat where her friend had once sat so long ago, it was a painful thing… It hurt her heart… Yet she played along, carefully sitting down upon the vacant Queens throne, barely there to be true but enough to appease him surely? His words made that gnawing in the bottom of her tummy grow worse, to spread out, to nibble and nip at other places inside herself…* “That is… A curious way to say something…” *She said lightly, cautiously, unsure of what was going on but she had a feeling… The last week of general peace was nothing more than a rouse… She watched him stand in his court regalia, taking the quill that had been offered, signing his name to something… Was this the will then? Was he about to ruin someones life? Lives? Or something far more devious? She stood and moved to where the paper rested, reading over the top of it, seeing that it appeared for all intents and purposes a marriage contract… Though… As she got down… She saw a very, very vital, very disturbing difference… That it was not for her and Ace… But her and Tirithon… His words rattled about in her brain, starting to echo about between her ears, her vision starting to blur a little…* “Why?...” *She asked, looking to him there, finding it hard to breathe… Like she wasn’t getting enough oxygen…* “After more than twenty years Tirithon… You ask me to marry you now?... No… You are not asking… Your demanding, aren’t you?” *She would say, taking a step back from the table, looking over to see the other contract… Ace being stolen from her all over again… She gripped the side of the table, her long, slender fingers trembling a little… Gods… Why couldn’t she breathe… She wasn’t able to get a deep breath and the stays were lashing at her ribs, causing her bust to rise and fall rapidly as she tried to control herself, to get enough air into her so she could think…* “What did I Ever do to merit such hatred from you? Was it not enough to beat me? To rape me? To kill my child because it wasn’t yours? To try and have me killed?” *She said softly, though not because she wished to remain quiet, but because she couldn’t get full force volume right now… For that was meant to come out a deal harsher than it was… She looked to the physician there, feeling hurt and betrayed by someone she had thought she could trust, for surely he knew about this before hand.. He could have warned her…* “Send them all out… Now.” *She would wait until he did, so that the room was empty but for the physician, herself and Tirithon…* “Who told you? Was it your physician when I Was examined? Or did you know because of the way I couldn’t stand meat? Surely that is the reason why you’ve hatched this… Mad scheme?” *She said, gasping for breath there towards the end, the physician would know that she was in danger of fainting…* “Please… Tirithon… If you ever loved me… Don’t do this to me… Don’t take him away again…”





(04:22:56 ) ° Is it better to be feared or loved?°



Tirithon Koehler

…-she was the only pure thing in my life and in my life I neglected her-…

: .. he waited patiently there within the throne room.. it had braziers littered here and there.. keeping it at a smooth warm temperature.. his elbow upon the arm of the chair.. his cheek to his palm.. his gaze fell upon her when she entered the room.. watching as she more or less glided across the floor.. oh he saw the pause when the doors were closed.. and he expected her to turn but no.. she chose not to.. he shrugged his shoulders when she said it was a pitty he didn’t go to the fair- .. Seen one.. seen them all.. plus.. I can order those very same vintages without having to leave my castle.. without having to leave my seat.. why would I bother rubbing elbows with everyone else when I have that kind of power.. .. he laughed quietly and the three in there.. the physician.. the advisor.. the priest all chuckled along with him.. even the guards.. it was all perfectly on cue.. they all knew they had to.. it was like.. a prerequisite.. the king laughed.. you laughed.. because if he found something funny then you did as well.. he rose from his seat then.. moving across to the table as he signed his name across the dotted line.. motioning for her to do much the same.. watching as she approached.. he reminded her of her place.. of just who owned her in that moment.. and that he had this all organised- .. I don’t ask for things.. I take things.. I am afforded things.. I have the power to marry whomever I desire.. .. he watched as she suddenly began to stumble.. to possibly have trouble with her breathing.. he rolled his eyes and huffed a little.. - .. Just sign the paper.. if you pass out you will be brought back up until you do sign it.. there is no leaving this room until you Do sign it.. understand?.... she asked what she had done to fuel such hatred.. he paused.. his brow rose .. before he slammed his hands down upon the table.. just across from her- .. Listen to me little girl.. You made this mess for yourself.. I Own you.. You will understand this.. even if I have to beat it into you again.. and I will.. unless you do as your told.. .. he began coughing then and his physician moved forward.. drawing out a small potion bottle for him to drink.. before he cleared his throat.. patting his hand atop his chest there- .. You ruined my son.. He should for all intents and purposes be married already.. with children.. a Prince deserves a Princess.. not a slave with some pretty hard kinks.. He deserves a good woman.. one that does as they are told.. not steps out of turn.. not one that is mouthy.. and You my dear are mouthy.. Sign the paper.. .. he laughed when she ordered everyone out.. holding his hand up.. no one was going anywhere so far as he was concerned- .. You have no power here.. None.. .. he tilted his head when you asked who had told him.. was it the physician? Or because she couldn’t eat meat? Did he put two and two together? He looked a little perplexed.. turning to look back to the physician then.. who in that moment was a little wide eyed.. she had just put the physician in the boiling pot.. the doctor held his hands up.. palms outward.. before he said that the Miss was pregnant.. he turned his head back to her then.. his brow risen- .. Well.. this is all a bit like dejavu isn’t it.. Sign the paper Rose.. Or I will not hesitate to destroy those children.. and your life.. I own it afterall.. It is within my power and my grasp.. .. his hands came down to rest there upon his hips- .. we will be married on this night.. and Ace will then become you Son.. if you lay your hands on Your son.. ill cut them off..

(05:46:32 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: *She wouldn’t feed his ego… She knew the moment those doors closed that he was out to scare her… To make her jump… All so he could use it to fuel his own kinks, his own ego, the need he had to make women feel afraid… She wouldn’t give him that, at least as much as she could withstand it, though Gods knew he had more than a few tricks and tools to make just about anyone cower… He had asked about her going out to the fair, light pleasantries exchanged, but as each little bit was said her trepidation grew… It only got worse when everyone seemed to echo his laughter, the false ring of it, the cloying clone quality of it that made her skin prickle and crawl… She was, in time, shown the paper there… The contract of marriage not between she and Ace, but she and Tirithon, and that was when everything just went to pieces… Every time he told her she belonged to him, a part of her inside her own mind fragmented a little more, her reality became eschewed and tangled… Like a broken mirror the reflection was a mess of pieces that almost made sense but were too shattered to cast a clear view… It put her body under stress, to induce an almost panic state, and with the corsets already much tighter than they should have been she was struggling to breathe. He mocked her in those moments, as if she suddenly needed reminding of his position, as if she could forget just how little she had here…* “I wouldn’t dream of fainting, I would hate to cause you any sort of distress...” *She was just trying to understand why he was doing this now… What had she done to push him to this point? She hadn’t argued with him, she hadn’t done anything to anger him, she had been the perfect princess… He had already taken more from her in her life than any one individual had a right to, and yet here he was, expecting her to give up just that last little sliver she had of happiness… She hadn’t expected the sudden slamming of his hands down just across from her, startling her, just making the mess inside her head shake about that much worse… When he started coughing she even moved towards him, as if to help him, years of habit coming to the fore when he had unsettled her with the sudden action… She watched him be given a potion that he drank down, seeing it still the coughing, though it did nothing to mellow him out… Instead he just sliced at her… She had made no mess for herself… He did not own her… Nor had Riveroron owned her when he sold her to the convent of Slaanesh to be trained, or when they in turn trained her entice Tirithon’s affections, and certainly not when Riveroron had sold her to Tirithon in the end… Yet everyone seemed to think that was so…. Worse still was when he said she had ruined Ace… She hadn’t… She had just saved him from becoming another Tirithon... She had kept him safe, tried to help him become his own person, away from the overwhelming shadow of his father… But the rest? That had been Ace… Ace had been the one to seduce her, to teach her to love, and in the end… Fall in love with each other… And somehow that was her fault… Worse still? Apparently Sybelle was more Princess material than she was…. That strung… Hurt more than a little… Everyone thought she was just perfect… And it was hard to compare when Sybelle seemed to do no wrong, always being in her shadow, the almight paramour who was a skilled miracle… An Elf among elves… She hated that… Hated this… Hated the feelings this was bringing up in her, the pain and hurt, the memories he was dragging out of her… Things she had blocked out… Never wanted to remember… She and Ace would have been married twenty years by now and probably had several children but Tirithon had destroyed it… And he was trying to destroy it again… Worse she just couldn’t breathe… It was like trying to inhale through a little straw… It made her mind foggy and just made everything a mess between her ears. She was having trouble drawing lines in her mind between the sections of time in her head… She had asked everyone leave but he directly countered her, telling her she had no power here, and for a moment she thought he might allow her that privacy...* “Please?” * She asked softly… She felt betrayed by the physician… He had given her no warning about any of this… Well he would help her now, even if he was unaware of it… She expected Tirithons threat… His jealousy, his anger, his threat to kill… They were his bread and butter… She took up the quill then, dipping it in the ink well, carefully drawing off the excess as she spoke… Her voice was soft… Pitched so that only Tirithon would hear her clearly…* “I have to touch your Son Tirithon…” *She said, looking up at him for a moment, those vibrant green gold eyes never leaving Tirithons grey ones.* “Unless you want your child to go without being breastfed?” *She asked, slowly turning the paper towards her then, keeping eye contact the entire time… She wanted this to sink in deep…* “I’m having your child…” *What would he think of that? Would he still order her children killed? She knew now the physician would play along, he would have to, otherwise his own life was in jeopardy… Would the physician appreciate it? Most likely not… But she had been given no choice.* “I asked your physician to keep it a secret when I was examined because I knew how badly you had wanted me to give you a son… Until I knew though, I was going to beg him to keep it a secret, I didn’t want to disappoint you with a girl child… It’s a little boy, Tirithon, it was confirmed last night…” *She looked at the physician then, and she knew he would play along, because now that she had dragged his ass down from his pedestal he was hers to use…* “I was going to have him tell you tonight after Aeson went to bed… In eleven months’ time, you’re going to be a father.” *She looked down at the page and forced her hand to sign it… The trembling in her hand at what she was gambling came through in the slightly uneven pressure of her letters, the ink bleeding, spattering… It would be clear this name was not signed willingly…* “May I leave now, my future husband? The maid put the stays too tight and I fear for our child… I would also like a chance to get ready for tonight in private, Please… I would hate to be an ugly bride for you… Just a few hours to make myself beautiful enough to please you…”



(06:10:29 ) ° Is it better to be feared or loved?°



Tirithon Koehler

…-she was the only pure thing in my life and in my life I neglected her-…

: ..he was thoroughly enjoying himself really.. he enjoyed knowing he was getting to her.. and that he was dipping her down into hot water.. just her toes first to watch her squirm.. he had invited her to the throne room.. where he was going to floor her with the sudden and impending marriage of the two of them.. telling her to sign there upon the dotted line.. he himself having done so a moment before.. he watched her fumbling.. listening to her breath catching and he couldn’t help the huff and the rolling of his eyes.. women were so weak and useless.. they needed to toughen up.. he had his coughing fit.. such growing worse over time.. but he was controlling it.. with the potions.. it was soothing it.. taking it away.. at least in the short term.. he had told her precisely why he was doing it.. making sure to drop her down a few more pegs in the process.. dragging her down with insults.. she demanded privacy and he just bawked at that.. telling her.. reminding her she had no power here.. so no one moved a single inch.. the advisor with his horribly twisted grin.. the priest who looked rather solemn but never spoke a word.. and the physician who looked perhaps a little uncomfortable.. but was putting on the bravest face he had.. she tossed that same man into the pot though when she mentioned being pregnant.. as he had not said a word to Tirithon and it showed.. he had to however.. give up the ghost informing him that she was indeed with child.. he threatened her then.. to sign or lose the children and that once they were wed.. Ace would be her son and she was never.. Ever to put her hands on her son.. he watched her as she picked up the quil there.. his hands remaining on his hips.. oh he looked pleased with himself.. more than was even thought possible.. before she spoke about being pregnant with His child.. he blinked.. his brows drew inward.. he turned to look back to the physician.. and then to her once more.. the physician turned a few shades of grey in that instance and coughed a few times before nodding his head.. affirming what had been said.. something along the lines of.. she is indeed correct.. it is your child your grace.. he lifted his hand then to rub it against his chin there.. pacing a few steps.. back and forth- .. really.. Really now.. .. he watched as she signed her name across the page.. the advisor took that sheet of parchment in a matter of a moment and exited the room swiftly.. having only bowed his head upon leaving.. - .. I don’t know wether to trust you or not.. you are a woman afterall.. nothing but nonsense and lies.. .. he scratched his chin once more.. looking toward her with a narrowed gaze- .. But.. ok.. We can work with this.. an heir.. sorted.. it makes for good press.. the neighbouring kingdoms would be pleased.. .. he slapped his hands together- .. Fine.. you’re pregnant.. .. he looked to the physician- .. Keep an eye on her.. make sure she is fed.. she is not to leave the castle walls until that child is born.. after that.. .. he waved his hand- .. no consequence.. as for breast feeding.. we have wet nurses for that.. I expect my Wife to be serviceable.. not being fucking pawed at by an infant.. .. he waved his hand once more as he moved to return to his throne.. sinking down into it.. he looked to her when she asked if she could leave.. he rubbed his chin once more.. before motioning to the guards at the door to come forward.. and the physician- .. Fine.. you may go.. but you wont be alone.. and you aren’t to leave the grounds.. the guards will be at your door.. the physician will be in your quarters making sure you are indeed getting ready and aren’t going to go and do something stupid.. he knows his punishment should something go awry .. .. he waved them all off with a gesture of hand.. the guards bowing their heads before they moved to open the big doors.. the physician fell into step with her.. - .. This evening.. you have 6 hours .. and if you breathe a word about this..to anyone.. your life is forfeit.. pregnant or not..



(07:17:37 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: *She would have been surprised if he wasn’t… With the Revere came a lifetime full of nightmares so black, so horrid that it made the stories she had replaced them with seem like a cake walk in comparison… He had never missed an opportunity to make her suffer if he could find one, emotionally and mentally he thrilled for her anguish, the physical aspects of his torture were just the frosting for him… This was no different she knew, but unlike back then, she had known freedom… She knew what it was like to be the master of her own life, to do what she wanted to do, be who she wanted to be… And he kept wanting to force her back into being his slave… A role she could never, ever step back into, the sweet taste of freedom ever lingering on her tongue… Though perhaps he relished that even more, he got to try and break her this time around, rather than how she had already been broken before… They had their argument, her request for everyone to leave being denied, the yelling and the threatening that ended in his coughing fit… All the while the physician sat there looking a bit stony faced, and that slimey, vile little advisor looked like a cat at the cream… And the man of the cloth there looking about as intelligent as a cow to the slaughter house… Useless.. Bu she would use them, they would be her sword and shield, and she did not hesitate to use them… She did the only thing she could do in the moment… She knew Tirithon suspected she was pregnant, she had given that hint up herself at the way house when she was ill after all the meat being put right up under her nose, and she knew… She knew he would rape her and try to make her miscarry, simply because of jealousy, a need for her baby to be his… So she gave him that… She told him she was pregnant with his child, dragging the physician down with her, making him work for her since he had not given her any warning about any of this… She was going to have to sign the paper she knew, there was no way around it, but hopefully she could throw him off guard enough that he would miss the fact she had not signed her true name… It seemed to work as the slimy eel of an assistant took off like a bat out of hell without so much as looking at the paper… She saw the physician nearly drop the ball but her recovered in time, and she could see the struggle on his face, between doubting her and trusting the man he had put his life to… She watched as he paced back and forth there, the way his internal struggle was coming to the surface, and she silently hoped he might just trip on a run and crack his evil head open…* “I am a woman, but I have no reason to lie about who’s child I am carrying, it would benefit me nothing.” *Which to him, surely, he would see the reasoning of it… After all, what good would it do her to lie, and there was no reason he could possibly see for the Physician to lie with her… She also knew quite well the only reason Tirithon was believing it as much as he was, was because of the physician backing her up, giving her that leverage of believability… Something she needed to enforce…* “I will remain here regardless… A child needs his father… I will feed our son, a wet nurse will only be for when you want me, otherwise it’s bad for the baby and painful for myself… As my Husband though, I will of course do as you wish, that is only right…” *She didn’t think he had the same…. Cravings that Jacob and Ace did… She didn’t think he would sup from her as they did, and in truth, the last thing she wanted was him anywhere near her breasts… For right now she was just doing all she could to play along, to give him what he sounded like he wanted, to stroke his ego and his pride… She had asked to leave, to prepare for their wedding, for the privacy she wished to do it in… Though he refused to let her be alone, at least she was only with the doctor, the guards would be at her door… Though she had so many secret tunnels in this old castle that they would be useless… And she was so glad he didn’t know that…* “Thank you, My Lord…” *She knew though… That the physician knew about at least some of the tunnels, if only because he had to use them a time or two himself after a bad run with Tirithon, when she couldn’t make her way through to the other side because of the damage… Surely he wouldn’t stop her from finding Ace or someone to help? She would take the required steps before showing him her back, the two of them making their way to her old room, the place she would be getting ready. Once the door was closed, the guards set up outside, she began to move quickly… The dress was stripped out of, ripped even as she refused to wait for someone, the threads going up her back with the corset were cut clean so the whole thing slid off. She took several deep breaths in sheer pleasure before running to some of Jacobs cloths that were left behind… A bit of glamor, or rather a lot of it, and where Rose was standing would appear to be just a regular non-descript elf lad… Completely plain and unremarkable.* “I am sorry, my friend, but if I hadn’t said it then when he came at me later he would have known… At least this way it saves me from a rape that would kill my little ones… I am going to find help… Until I get back, I have an illusion set up in the bathroom, so anyone who might ask to check in will see I am in the tub… You are safe… Safer than I, at least…” *With that, she would disappear into the hidden panel of the wall, and she would begin her massive race through the hundreds of tunnels and thousands of spy holes… Looking, seeking, hoping to find anyone who might help*



(08:50:11 ) ° Is it better to be feared or loved?°



Tirithon Koehler

…-she was the only pure thing in my life and in my life I neglected her-…

: ..he had watched and waited.. she had signed the document in the end and the advisor had taken off with it in quite a hurry indeed.. not even bothering to check the names written.. but there would always be a way there somewhere.. it would take more than a nonsensical name upon a piece of paper to stop a marriage of this magnitude.. she had asked for a moment to prepare herself.. he shrugged his shoulders.. called in the guards.. his physician.. giving them their orders before sending them all away.. he wore a rather satisfied smile there as he sat upon his throne.. watching them all exit the room.. the doors closing soon after.. she might well have been able to hear him laughing rather heartily about it.. the physician remained there at your side as they wandered down the long dimly lit corridors.. the guards a step or maybe two behind them.. he remained perfectly quiet.. he didn’t speak a word .. they entered her room and the door closed over.. he moved toward the bathroom to run the faucet.. filling the general area with a dull white noise- .. I sware to you.. I did not know about any of this.. I would have said if I had known.. I was summoned this afternoon.. it’s supposed to be my day off.. I had No idea.. .. he shook his head.. his hands were risen.. palms outward.. h looked genuinly concerned.. watching as she began to tear out of her clothing.. before she glamoured up into an elven youth.. she went to leave then and he reached and grabbed her hand.. holding her a moment longer- .. I don’t know what you can do.. I really don’t.. Silverthorn law pledges the marriage is only finalised once the consummation is complete.. the signing of the paper is simply one step.. be careful.. .. he released her hand watching as she slipped out through one of the hidden panels.. his shoulders sunk a bit and he moved to pull up a chair just outside the bathroom.. wouldn’t be proper for him to be inside though the door was open so anyone that did peek in would be greeted with the vague barely there sight of her in the tub.. the castle itself was quiet.. not a great deal going on.. it was not a grand all bells and whistles wedding.. so no one was organising anything.. she wouldn’t have to much trouble moving about the castle proper.. or getting onto the grounds..it would take her some serious searching .. some scrying.. some urging of magic to seek out a familiar life pattern to lock onto Sydel.. she was practically dead afterall.. but she would be able to be found.. down in the thick of the forests toward the back of the castle grounds.. not too far.. she was hunting.. but like a monkey she was high up in the trees.. long pale legs dangling as she was waiting for the inhabitants of a camp site that was further along the path to return.. -

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(04:20:02 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..in her story he is the villain..

..But in her heart, he’s still the reigning King..



: ..her brow remained raised when she watched you intentionally banging your head against the tree.. all in response to her sharp little quip about Ace liking young boys.. she landed fairly gracefully after that.. a bit of a crouch there before she straightened out.. curiosity evident upon her pale white features.. she asked pointedly just what it was you suddenly needed assistance with.. so far as she knew everything was roses?.. her head ilting to the side.. those corkscrew curls barely moving an inch.. though her brows furrowed when you mentioned having to marry Tirithon.. and it having to happen tonight no less.. - .. sorry?.... she questioned.. as if she wasn’t sure if she had indeed heard correctly- .. but I thought you were marrying Ace?.. .. her brow rose though when it came about that it was her that would be having to marry Ace.. oh she cracked a smile there.. because it was amusing.. terribly so.. never in a million would she desire such.. Ever.. - .. Well admittedly Sybelle wouldn’t say boo to anyone.. or anything.. she’s far to placid.. and inexperienced.. .. she leant back against the tree there.. her arms crossing about her chest.. her fingers drumming lightly against her chin as she wore a thoughtful expression.. she listened when you spoke about telling Tirithon you were pregnant with his child.. she nodded- .. Well.. that was thinking on your feet.. he will be less inclined to just.. belt the living hell out of you to get rid of the children if he thinks it is his.. royalty. Heirs and the like.. .. she waved her hand dismissively- .. I saw Ace and Ryker ride off this morning.. I thought it was a little odd.. .. you began to panic then.. she could hear it in your voice.. she could see it in your eyes.. she reached across.. cool hands upon your shoulders as she gave you a sudden abrubt shake- .. Enough!.. .. she almost growled.. her milky gaze narrowing considerably- .. You’re not going to die.. and you wont lose your children.. .. she released the strong hold there.. tapping her fingers against her sides there as she took a few steps across.. just in no particular direction like one would if they were pacing.. - .. So I know enough about royal marriages.. they are not to dissimilar to Arvandor law.. the signing of the certificate is.. more or less just a pretty parchment.. the ceremony is maybe a step higher.. though still.. not quite that important.. .. she slid her hands down into her pockets there.. - .. it will be the consummation.. the bedding that will lock you in.. afterall.. Elves class that as marriage.. if the couple don’t meet.. there’s no union.. there’s no joining of the souls for all eternity and blah blah blah.. .. she waved her hand again- .. so hmm.. ok.. .. she leant against the tree.. her hand rose as she rubbed her fingers back through her hair.. - .. ugh.. ok.. well.. You will have to go through with the ceremony.. or he will just force you too.. he has the power to.. and the hold here.. you are in his kingdom.. this is his safe place.. where everyone is under his thumb.. but you can’t be party to the bedding.. that will mean you can no longer marry Ace.. it locks you out.. Father.. son.. relation.. its not done.. it cant be done.. it would mean the end of semi pure elvish bloodlines.. intermingling far to many genetics.. .. she chewed on the inside of her cheek- .. ok.. .. she huffed..- .. I may have a suggestion.. maybe.. I. .. her brows furrowed.. she rubbed her hand across her forehead- .. but.. look.. I’m stronger than you are.. I have more control.. over the faculties of my body.. I can shut off and turn on certain parts.. I’ll do it.. .. she curled her fingers in then.. and for a moment.. her glamour shifted just her face.. not the hair.. not the body.. just her facial features were that of yours.. well not in the boy form but in your own original- .. You marry him.. I’ll sort out the bedroom.. deal.. .. she screwed up her face a little- .. Ill need to talk with Nautilous.. first.. but I will offer myself up to help you in this instance.. as I can see if I don’t.. that my son.. will be hurt.. and I would take on the gods themselves to make sure he was not hurt.. and you.. well.. .. she motioned toward you.. - .. You’re alright.. .. possibly as close as you would get to her saying she liked you..- .. Jacob loves you.. I can see it in his eyes.. and though my initial thoughts of you.. were perhaps not so savoury.. over time.. I guess.. I have gotten to learn you.. and you have quite a bit of potential in a lot of areas.. I can protect my child regardless of the abuse he throws at me.. I’ve seen it all before.. I doubt he has anything in his repertoire that I haven’t seen or experienced before .. thing is I don’t know where Nautilous is right now. And.. well.. you don’t really have time to play seeker..

(05:20:15 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *She felt stupid there for a moment… Just that ‘Ugh’ moment that makes you face palm, though the tree took her forehead softly thunking it once, groaning. She was just not herself, she couldn’t even really seem to think right now, only to just… React… Tirithon had screwed with her more than just a little bit in this instance… Sydel had dropped down like a feather on the wind before her, not a drop of harm done despite the height of the fall, and she told her what was going on… At least as clearly as she could, and she really, truly was trying to be concise.* “I am supposed to, the day after tomorrow is when we’re supposed to have the ceremony, and then Ace and I were going to go home after Tirithon….” *She wanted to say died, but she left that off, Gods knew she was learning REAL fast not say anything. She was starting to grow quite paranoid, and it reminded her of her youth in that way, always having to think at least five steps ahead of anyone else to stay alive… It wasn’t that she was weak or that she couldn’t handle the stress, it was more along the lines that the part of her that was built for it had died when she fell in love with Ace, the awakening of her heart had killed the cold calculated side of her… She caught the smile and she knew without a doubt there was no way on this sweet plane of existence that Sydel would EVER want to marry Ace. She’d probably rather go chew glass…* “ I know, and for some reason Tirithon thinks that makes a better quality of a wife for Ace, makes her a true Princess.” *Yes… That still stung a little… Something deep down inside. She explained what she had done, trying to spare her child, remembering all too well what had happened to her last child here… The little prince they had lost…* “Thank you…” *It was at least redeeming to know she had done something right with that fiasco… She had been caught so off guard she had panicked in those moments, feeling bogged down, like her brain was mush… She was afraid she hadn’t done enough, but she had done the best she could, and she hoped that it would be the best thing she could have done… Tirithon hated children, yet he wanted them at the same time, demanded proof of his virility but hated to share anything he felt was his… It was like a child flashing his toy in the sand box but raging if anyone asked to play with it. She spoke on how Ace and Ryker were gone, and apparently Sydel had seen them go, thinking it was odd…* “Tirithon had been kind the last few days to all of us… Even giving Ace and I a day to ourselves… The boys… They haven’t seen their mother since she died. Tirithon has her tomb far, far away from here, and he’s had it under lock and key and warded to the nines so no one goes near it… Today is the first time they will go see her in the twenty four years since her death… I couldn’t hold him away from that, but I was forbidden to go, even though she was my friend.” *She might have been running on a little, but she was starting to unravel, the panic starting to bleed into her voice… She was so used to not having help, or needing it from people, unsure how to even ask… Even more so when one took into account the person she was asking… She was suddenly shaken and she blinked, startled, looking at Sydel across from her. Sydel’s telling her she wasn’t going to die, that her children were going to be fine, but she couldn’t really see that… Not unless someone had a miracle in their hot little hand that they would share with her… She knew Tirithon would kill her… Probably after she delivered if not before… He didn’t care about a child, he only cared about what he wanted, and she doubted he would let her live a minute after Khorn came up to collect his payment… Sydel wasn’t telling her much of anything she didn’t already know, though the father son thing slapped her hard, for she had forgotten all about it… Elves had few taboo’s, but that was one of them, it was considered paramount to a human sinning to marry the father and then the son… The lines would become too close, and in time, the tree would no longer fork out as it were… Elvish diversity would virtually vanish…* “The paper will be corrected once that slimy son of a bitch realizes I put a fake name to paper… I’ll be forced to sign my real name at some point or another today without a doubt… I’ll be dragged to the ceremony as well regardless…” *She knew Tirithon would go into her himself and drag her out by her hair at knife point if she tried to resist, and no one would tell him boo about a moment of it, he was King here… More than King, in Silverthorn he was more like a God… She was confused about what she was saying at first, but when she understood it, what Sydel was offering… Seeing Sydel glamor herself so she wore Rose’s face…* “Thank you… I can’t even begin to say it enough for this… You’ve already married here in Silverthorn, your marriage supersedes all, you won’t be locked in as I would be…” *She came forward and would reach for Sydels hands, taking them in hers if she would allow it, holding her close..* “And I love Jacob… Thank you… For seeing that… For not hating me anymore…” *She would release her hands, she knew that Sydel didn’t do the whole touchey feely thing, and her tolerance for those few touches she did allow was pretty much low bar…* “He will take you to the red room and he has more torture devices there than there are days in the elvish year… He will do everything he can to make you scream and bleed, but not right away, he likes to build up to it… To make you suffer until you can’t take it anymore… He will also lace everything with Poison… Not even the straight varieties, but he likes to mix and match, pushing farther and farther to see which ones cause the most pain and damage without outright killing… You must take caution about it because many of the things he plays with are worse than any Drow could possibly concoct, and he has been making them for a very, very long time… ” *She shook her head, trying to let Sydel know about just how fucked up Tirithon was in bed, hell the rape he had done to her with him and his soldiers was nothing compared to what he had done to her before…When she spoke on not knowing where Nautilous was, she bit her bottom lip, rolling up her shirt sleeve.* “Cut me or… Something… Make me bleed… He put a ward on me so that if I bleed by anyones hand other than my own he knows instantly and will teleport in…” *It was their fail safe in case they did get separated so he would know if she was being harmed… She offered Sydel her wrist then, she knew Sydel was hunting, and she was keeping her from her meal… The least she could do was… Well… Offer up at least a what… Snack, perhaps?*



(06:03:18 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..in her story he is the villain..

..But in her heart, he’s still the reigning King..



: i>..she rubbed her lips together- .. well.. to be blunt.. she would be a true princess.. because she has no backbone.. she will do as she is told.. she’s over trusting.. she is easily played.. she’s a pretty face. An adornment upon a princes arm.. that’s what makes a princess.. you’re far to mouthy and you know it.. your opinions are loud.. and you are already married.. you can’t really fault Tirithon for thinking that way.. it’s the truth- .. a future king stuck in a polygamy style relationship would cause all manner of uproar.. they spoke then on her concerns.. for the safety of her children.. for the safety of herself.. how she had seen Ace and Ryker leave that morning before you went on to explain about the tomb and how they had not been given access .. - .. Well that would do it.. it would keep them both away from the castle for quite some time.. and by the time he got back everything would be done and nothing could be Done about it.. and we both know Ace.. very well.. he’d just take off.. try as he might to take you with him but I feel you will be being watched very.. very closely.. in fact I would go so far as to think he would have you by his side.. guarded.. for a good long while.... they spoke on the marriage.. and she offered her advice on how things worked.. the certificates.. the ceremony.. the consummation.. and how it all came down to the bedding.. and how if it got to that point that she would not be able to touch Ace ever again.. they would be for all intents and purposes cut off.. - .. Oh yes.. you will be dragged.. in fact.. Im surprised youre out here at all.. he will be calling for you soon enough.. .. she huffed a little and offered up herself for the secondary part of the marriage.. she would take the suffering.. knowing full well there was an excellent chance she could take the abuse with good stead.. that it would be nothing she hadn’t experienced before.. - .. its not only that.. it’s also that.. because we are two different people.. the marriage is then null and void.. there’s no consummation.. you didn’t bed him and I didn’t wed him.. so.. it cancels out.. .. you thanked her for it.. before you reached for her hands.. her brows furrowed .. and you moved in to hold her closer.. well she stiffened like a board.. she was not going to suddenly start hugging people.. its not what she was about..at least.. with anyone other than her Husband.. with him it was something else entirely.. he was the only person.. the only being on the entire planet that she trusted unequivocally .. you went on to explain about the red room.. she nodded.. hearing about poisons and mixtures of it.. how Tirithon would push and push.. and then push a little further to hear whomever it was he was with scream.. it was all about the pain .. that was his driving force.. - .. Ive dealt with poisons before.. its nothing new.. but I will take heed on the advice.. .. she nodded.. - .. Im sure there’s something I could do to nullify it .. or at least the majority of it.. Ill figure that out.. .. she waved her hand a little.. the poison didn’t bother her.. the fucking and rage and ager and pain didn’t bother her.. it was the fact.. the simple fact of having that fat fuckers body naked near her own.. she’d been with some pretty horridly gross people in her years.. but Tirithon .. he took the cake.. she really needed to talk it over with Nautilous though.. she would not make the decision on her own.. not about something like this.. not when it was something personal.. and she knew he would be worried for her if he wasn’t told ahead of time.. her brow rose when you told her to cut you.. that there was a ward in place.. that if you were hurt he would instantly teleport to that location.. her fingers curled inward when you offered her your wrist.. oh that was tempting.. she dragged her tongue across her teeth- .. alright.. if you are sure it will work.. .. she nodded- .. I really cant help you otherwise.. its something I have to discuss with him.. .. she reached across for your wrist then.. cool fingers curling around your own heated flesh .. before she gripped tighter.. almost to the point of being painful.. before those teeth of hers.. sickly sharp as they were sunk down into the skin.. it would be more of a burning sensation than anything else.. the puncture marks evident.. the tearing as she drew back a little further.. she took what she could in that moment.. just a little.. what could be known as little more than a snack before she suddenly pulled back- .. Move.. Move away.. now.. .. she crouched down.. self control since she hadn’t the chance to feed and she hadn’t eaten anything in.. a good few days was waning.. and she knew if she saw that cut she would just leap and latch onto it.. drinking until you were practically dead.. she pressed her forehead down to her knees there- .. just tell me when he’s here..



(06:39:09 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Her saying that was like a hammer hitting a nail in a way, and it made her want to flinch, to grind her teeth and growl… Not because she wanted to be a princess no, she honestly didn’t want a thousand people telling her where to go, what to do and when to do it… It was being compared to someone again and being told your lacking… Tirithon had been doing it to her for a week straight and that nerve was really starting to twang… She just took a breath and let it out, trying to let that nerve go, to relax… It wasn’t Sybelle’s fault everyone thought she was sunshine and rainbows… Though perhaps now in a way she could see how Sydel would find it so fucking irritating to be compared…* “One day I will find out just why in the hell most of the world thinks a woman with backbone is a bad thing…” *She hated it in so many ways. Life had made her the way she was, just as it had done it to Sydel, and neither of them had a choice in the matter. Yet they would always be blamed for it no matter what, like they decided they wanted to have anything soft and warm ripped from their lives, like they wanted the blinders ripped off… Someone needed to give people in general a good shake… She explained then about the tomb of Ace’s mother, how they had not been allowed access since the day their mother was put in it, and Ryker had been a newborn and not allowed out of the nurse wing.* “Ace wouldn’t be able to handle it... Your perfectly right and he would run, and he would try to take me with him, and people would die in the process… It’s what happened before and we both paid a heavy price for it…” *Tirithon would have her killed and not for the first time, for he would rather see her dead and buried than with Ace, though she wondered… If it were because Tirithon thought they were a bad match… Or if because Tirithon just didn’t want to see her with anyone but Tirithon… It would seem closer to that truth because from what she had gotten from the Doctor… Tirithon had just sunk deeper into his obsession… She shook her head at Sydel’s words, she knew the time she had to spare was counting down to nothing, and she had to try and get this done… As fast as she could…* “He gave me six hours… Five of which I have… If it weren’t for the fact one of the maids left a wedding dress for me to try on, I wouldn’t have this time now…” *The thing in her room was a monstrosity, but it was one that Tirithon liked, his second pick and one he was trying to decide if it might be his first… Which, now given what he was plotting, made sense… The dress would never see the light of a true wedding, it was what he wanted her to wear, and she knew she had no choice in that one… They spoke on how if they did it this way, neither of them would be caught up, for she had not bedded him and Sydel had not married him…. It was the perfect loop hole… If they could pull it off… She had taken her hands but didn’t go beyond that, she knew Sydel didn’t touch, it just wasn’t her thing… She knew that… She just held her hands before releasing them, no more, no less… She told her about the torture that Tirithon would try to use on her, how he liked to start off slow sometimes, to build up until all you could do was scream from the pain… Like the screams were his climax… Though Tirithon’s true torture were the poisons… No one had survived them but herself in the past, so many girls found their end in his cocktails, and Tirithon was studious about jotting down what happened for each poison… She was not aware that Sydels only real concern was the idea of having Tirithon naked with her… It was true over the years Tirithon had let himself go, the illness had stolen the toned muscle and flesh, leaving the skin soft white and saggy… To Tirithon, in his mind she was sure he still felt he was the smashing male he had been in his prime when he first acquired her… When sight of his body had once made her lust for him… When the truth of it now was not the same... * “If anything happens, I brought antidotes for everything he used to use, in case he tried to poison Jacob… I wasn’t ever going to let Tirithon hurt him, I would die first before I would let anyone ever hurt Jacob…” *She shook her head there softly… She had planned everything to protect everyone as best she could… And so far… The only person she couldn’t protect was herself… She said she didn’t know where Nautilous was, and she told her then of the ward that he had placed on her, so he would know if anyone hurt her and to teleport to the area…. She had rolled up her sleeve and offered Sydel her wrist, and this was the first time Sydel had ever fed off of her, and she had no idea how Nautilous could stand it… She didn’t hiss… She didn’t wince… But she felt it all… She just gritted through the burning pain of Sydel sinking her teeth into her skin, the pressure on her slender metal clad bones from the grip Sydel was able to get on her, the feel of her blood being sucked out… Once Sydel let her go, her hand instantly covered the wound on her wrist, just spilling a few drops into the white snow around her. She began to back up quickly, she didn’t want to have anything happen, she remembered all too well the last time someone had made a snack out of her… Sure enough, they would feel the magical pop a few feet away, and with that she would leave to give them their privacy… The wound would be fixed up by the Doctor, and she would get dressed with his help, putting on the gown that had originally been intended for happier days… At least for her….*



(06:51:38 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *The ward went off without a hitch, though not in the best place possible, as he was in the lavatory… He finished up quickly and teleported out, figuring he was either going to find Ace over Rose with perhaps her lip split or something, or Tirithon and those occurrences would be a lot worse… What he found instead was himself in the middle of the castle woods, up to about his knees in snow, with the scent of both his wife and Rose’s blood around him… Ok… Not quite expected… He was looking smash on today, stiff high military collar type suit jacked with a black tailored shirt underneath that had more than a few buttons undone at the top, a pair of perfectly fitted charcoal black colored slacks that showed off just what sort of specimen he was… He could have been doing anything… Seducing a woman… Seducing a man… Or simply playing in a card hell with some rather influential hard hitters who made up a nice little power struggle with Tirithon in Silverthorn… The mans backbone, his support system as it were…. What he saw around him was his wife crouching in the snow, and Rose taking off in the other direction like a bat out of hell, little flickers of her as she did short range teleportation.* “Well… That wasn’t what I expected… I thought you two got along…” *He would say, closing the distance between him and Sydel, reaching down to tangle his fingers in her curls…* “What’s going on?” *He would ask, dropping to crouch there before her, knowing it was going to pull his shirt open but he didn’t really care… He was running too fucking hot as it was, those bloody gambling hells were like hanging about next to a demons nut sack kind of hot, so many people and all smoking an drinking and everyone wearing a different cologne… He preferred smaller, more intimate gatherings, but when in Rome…* “Did you try to eat the house cat?... If you were that hungry you should have told me… You know it’s not good for you to wait so long, you get grouchy…”



(07:02:49 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *The ward went off without a hitch, though not in the best place possible, as he was in the lavatory… He finished up quickly and teleported out, figuring he was either going to find Ace over Rose with perhaps her lip split or something, or Tirithon and those occurrences would be a lot worse… What he found instead was himself in the middle of the castle woods, up to about his knees in snow, with the scent of both his wife and Rose’s blood around him… Ok… Not quite expected… He was looking smash on today, stiff high military collar type suit jacked with a black tailored shirt underneath that had more than a few buttons undone at the top, a pair of perfectly fitted charcoal black colored slacks that showed off just what sort of specimen he was… He could have been doing anything… Seducing a woman… Seducing a man… Or simply playing in a card hell with some rather influential hard hitters who made up a nice little power struggle with Tirithon in Silverthorn… The mans backbone, his support system as it were…. What he saw around him was his wife crouching in the snow, and Rose taking off in the other direction like a bat out of hell, little flickers of her as she did short range teleportation.* “Well… That wasn’t what I expected… I thought you two got along…” *He would say, closing the distance between him and Sydel, reaching down to tangle his fingers in her curls…* “What’s going on?” *He would ask, dropping to crouch there before her, knowing it was going to pull his shirt open but he didn’t really care… He was running too fucking hot as it was, those bloody gambling hells were like hanging about next to a demons nut sack kind of hot, so many people and all smoking an drinking and everyone wearing a different cologne… He preferred smaller, more intimate gatherings, but when in Rome…* “Did you try to eat the house cat?... If you were that hungry you should have told me… You know it’s not good for you to wait so long, you get grouchy…”



(07:17:58 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..in her story he is the villain..

..But in her heart, he’s still the reigning King..



: ..she felt the sudden shift there as she had crouched down.. her head was pressed to her knees.. to the dark form fitting slacks she wore.. she was willing herself to not push on.. to not just turn and leap for Rose.. to not attach.. to not latch her teeth onto that skin again.. it had been a little while afterall.. and with her being pregnant.. well it meant her body was running a ltitle lacking quicker than it may have usually.. she heard Rose take off suddenly.. feeling the secondary magic shift there.. before his cologne struck her like a hammer.. it strangled her senses.. it always had.. always will.. she huffed when she heard him speak on this being not what he had originally expected.. that he figured those two got along.. before she felt his fingers in her hair.. her lids half closed.. - .. a complication.. .. she spoke quietly.. lifting her head then to look up to him.. her milky gaze lingering upon his.. settling.. watching as she slowly moved to stand.. her hand rose to wipe at the corner of her lips- .. Rose is.. in a spot of bother.. to put it nicely.. Tirithon is forcing her to marry him.. tonight.. in.. well a matter of hours.. .. she nodded.. her hands reached across for his.. her fingers would curl in.. interlacing- .. he’s going to then try and force Sybelle.. to marry Ace instead as she makes the.. perfect princess.. .. she waved her free hand a little dismissively- .. Rose is freaking out.. because she doesn’t want to marry him and she is worried her children will not survive the inevitable consummation.. let alone herself.. and she is worried about what this will do to Ace.. and how its going to disrupt everything.. I shook the ever living fuck out of her to get her to calm down.. .. she nodded.. - .. and came up with.. an idea.. a compromise.. I explained how marriage worked in this neck of the woods.. how the consummation comes in a higher regard than say.. the contract or the ceremony.. so.. I told her to go through with the ceremony..just to save face.. there’s nothing that could go wrong.. she may have to kiss the slimey fuck but that’s it.. the words.. the promises mean nothing in elvish law.. without the union at the end.. .. she paused- .. I am stronger than she is.. in.. numerous ways and.. I can handle a lot more abuse.. can control what happens to me.. and our child….I put myself forward.. in her standing.. to slip into her role for the union.. meaning the marriage would be null and void.. it would mean I would have to take on her guise.. her persona.. her character.. but.. I … I cant in good conscience.. without talking it over with you.. hence the urgency.. she knew you would come running if I.. well.. .. she motioned to the blood on the snow- .. Are you ok with this?.. I think I can do it.. I think I can help here.. .. she was not one to help anyone.. Ever.. this was a first.. - .. but I wont if it will in any way hurt you.. or make you uncomfortable.. you mean more to me.. than anyone else..



(07:42:08 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *The huff told him more than any words could that everything was ok… She would have been, say, growling or something if it had been an altercation of some sort… After all, last he knew? The two got along… They were, say, as close as anyone was ever going to get to Sydel… Ever. No one else even came close… Hence why when Ace smacked Rose up, Sydel had told him, and she was none too happy. Course, neither was he, but that was done and sorted a week ago… It was just to prove that Sydel cared… As much as she could… He was unaware that the cologne he put on still hit her so fiercely, he was just so used to the sandalwood that to him, it was second nature to wear it… Like putting underwear or socks on… Though deep down… Maybe he knew she still loved it to this day, and he wore it not for himself, but for her… He had slid his fingers into her hair softly, just reassuring her with touch, knowing that she needed it from him and no one else..* “A complication? Sounds bothersome…” *He said lightly, watching her stand up, gathering up a bit of blood…* “Was she at least yummy? If your only going to snack, its at least better if the food tasted good…” *He teased lightly before she told him what was going on, reaching out to him, linking her fingers with his… He pulled her in a little closer, his fingers linking tightly with hers, giving her a gentle squeeze.* “He’s sooner than I thought… I figured he would do the whole flash and bang with Rose and Ace, then sneak in and rape her while Ace is having an after party or something of the sort… Using that as a reason to call it off then marry her later in an act of mercy and making thing’s ‘right’ and ‘legitimate’…” *What was going on was no surprise to him, he was after all so far up Tirithon’s ass he could smell what he was going to be having for breakfast the next day, and he had been aware of something in the works… Just the specific when and how were a bit up in the air, but not the what, no he knew he was going to try and make Rose marry him… He frowned a bit and scratched at his beard a bit, thinking over what was being said, what was being done…* “Personality wise sure she would… But Sybelle isn’t a breeder… A kingdom needs a princess who can have the heir and a spare, and a few more besides… A woman who is strong and can handle the birth… Sybelle will die in any child birth without your help… Tirithon is just a dumbass. The best princess is you of course.” *He said, leaning in to kiss the top of her head softly, he knew this was bugging her… Enough to where she brought it up to him… “She’s right though… If he rapes her, she’ll loose the children, she’s a lot more fragile right now than she knows… There’s a reason she needed your potion to conceive in the first place after all…” *He said with a shrug… Just what was going on with her was something that he knew but told no one, he knew it would drive Rose nuts to be treated like spun glass, and if anyone knew they would all be doing that to her…. He listened in silence as she went over her idea… What she had offered to do… What she would do… But only with his permission… He had seen Tirithon in the flesh, literally, and he knew the mans cock was about as dangerous as a cocktail weenie… She had already demonstrated just what she could handle with him when he let her in, dropped all the walls, all the glamors… When she saw who he was without a single strip of pretense or pretend… Plus the fact that she had said help… It was something she wanted to do, not because she could, but because she wanted to help someone other than herself…* “Well, it’s a good thing I am wearing black…” *He would pull the suit jacket off and pull his shirt off as well, letting it hang from his pants, bare chested and steaming in the cold air… He didn’t feel a whit of it. He turned his head to the side, offering his neck and shoulder to her, that sweet meat she loved… All from a place he used to deny her but now gave her freely.* “You love her…. In your own way… Otherwise you wouldn’t care. The fact you do… Means this is really, really important to you, and you now I won’t stop you from something you feel is the right thing to do… What I can do though, is demand you take every precaution you can, and that includes making sure you are at your best… The elves around here won’t do you much good… It’s not going to really satisfy or put you on top mark… I can though… So we are going to sit here in the snow until you feed to the point of sickness… Take as much as you can… This way no matter what shit he pulls… Neither you, nor our baby is going to be at risk… Otherwise I can’t let you go, even if you want to, not at risk of loosing my wife and child to some twisted little gremlin…”



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(20:26:52 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..in her story he is the villain..

..But in her heart, he’s still the reigning King..



: ..he had settled down to sit and she had curled up there upon his lap.. her cool body pressing to his as he pulled her in that little bit closer.. they had shared a kiss.. it was strong and yet not really enough to flicker a flame.. just enough to keep it burning.. before she latched her teeth down upon the side of his neck there and she supped from him.. she murmured and trembled a little there in his hold.. her body warmed slowly.. not a great deal but enough for him to notice the temperature change.. her poor heart was beating wildly there within her chest when she slowly pulled away.. her gaze.. through half lids as she looked back to him.. offering a twitch of her lips when he reached to capture the drop of two that was sitting upon the corner .. she nodded when you mentioned the bachelor party or something along those lines being the only thing that would keep Ace away- .. well.. it’s a hard one I guess.. you have to decide when ot tell him.. he will find out sooner or later.. is it better to get it over with in the beginning or to let it settle and keep him distracted?Ill leave that one up to you as I myself am not so sure.. .. she slowly peeled herself up from his lap there.. straightening out her shirt as he slipped his own back on.. he mentioned the offering .. the chance for them to partake in that ritual.. she pursed her lips together and shook her head a little- .. mm.. no.. not under these circumstances.. I’d much rather to do it when there was no Tirithon involved.. or any of this kind of rot.. maybe down the track we could do something like that.. when its just the two of us.. and there’s no underlying reason other than We want to do it.. not because we feel we have to.. ..she knew things like that were often done at weddings and ceremonies of similar nature.. so she didn’t want to meddle with a goddess that was graciously allowing her to reside in a place she should have for all intents and purposes been kicked out of.. she reached out for his hand there as she guided him back down the soft snow.. toward the castle though they still remained partially out of sight.. before she threw on her glamour.. looking as sweet as the dewy grass.. all dress up like Sybelle.. she gave his hand a light squeeze before releasing it- .. You best go track down the boy.. see what you can organise whilst I will work from the inside..Rose will be fine.. I will be fine.. just might get a bit.. edgy from time to time that’s all.. but I am ok to handle this.. I will be ok.. I promise.. ..

(21:10:23 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *The kiss was a pleasant surprise, not something he was expecting in any way, and he had found it more than a touch enjoyable… He would have enjoyed a toss in the snow with her, but with the news she had brought to him, the issue with Tirithon and Rose… Sadly it did take a wee bit of precedence. He had offered his neck to her, refusing to let her go into this with guns half cocked, he wanted her top of her game for this… Did he like it? No. Not in the slightest. He would rather avoid this situation entirely, but he didn’t exactly have a whole lot of options at hand, there was no one to really trust here outside of each other. It was literally just their little party and right now, two of them were gone and perhaps for the best, cause he didn’t think half of the population would withstand Ace’s shit fit… And there would be one HELL of a shit fit… Not even counting what Ryker might pop off so yeah… Just better nipping that in the bud as much as he could… He reached down after she had finished supping on him, gathering up that bit of blood from the corner of her lip there, licking it off of his own thumb.* “True enough… I think if I do it now though, I have a better chance of holding him off, getting more time to make him chill out… If I tell him later, I won’t exactly have that buffer zone to try and get him under wraps, to explain the situation as we… Well, I suppose the word would be that we hope it to be?... Tirithon is hard to predict on a good day, even with me, and I typically can tell a person’s moves a few steps ahead… The man is mad, honestly…” *He shook his head for a moment as she slipped from his lap, standing up himself and putting his shirt and jacket back on, pulling and buttoning where it needed it… He had told her that Hanali had offered to have them joined in the way that Jacob and Rose were, that way she would not go into this alone, she would have him right beside her in a link nothing could sever… He thought it would be a bit of security for her, something she could hold onto, to use to help distract herself while the whole event was going on… Though she had turned him down, though not for the link itself, but perhaps more of the timing of the offer… He hadn’t told her originally because he thought it wouldn’t be something she was in for… Honestly, he had spent so many years with her chilling out behind her barbed wire fences, maintaining that constant distance that he honestly didn’t think she would like it. He figured she would be more opposed to it, if only because it would allow him to be virtually inside her head, and not in a way she would ever really be able to turn off… * “I understand… I just thought it might be something to help you get through this… I don’t want you to think you are going into this alone… You’re not… Even if you don’t see me, I’m right there at your side…” *They held hands there side by side, the two walking back through the woods together, not really doing much other than walking in silence… They did this for a few minutes before she had to thrown on the Sybelle guise, to be the princess of petunias, miss lavender herself. He knew how much it prickled at her to do it too… But at least she didn’t have to do it as much as she had in the beginning… He caught her hand squeeze and he returned it, dragging her in close for a moment, pulling her in for a bone melting hug… He held her there for some minutes before letting her go, nodding his head at her words, shoving his hands in his pockets…* “Just… Don’t be afraid of killing the son of a bitch… Men of his age and health sometimes die trying to please a young woman… Heart attacks and all that…” *Would it work out so smoothly for all involved? Most likely not. But at the end of the day he would rather spend his time protecting the family he had made for himself than enjoy the easy life with nothing more than wondering who to fuck with as his next quest for the day…* “Shouldn’t be too hard… I’ll keep them away… Give you time and space to work… I’ll make sure Rose is well kept and safe from anyone during the time all… That is going on… I won’t pretend to like it, but your doing it for the reasons that matter to you… I support you in it… Just make sure tonight when you come back to me… You let me hug the fuck out of you… Because I don’t think I’ll let you go for a while… Now go…” *He said, kissing the top of her head, wishing he could just… Keep her from this… But it was something she felt she needed to do for someone she cared for… He had a job to do, handling Ace and trying to keep the shitstorm down to a sprinkle versus a hurricane…. *





(10:00:57 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: *After Sydel had bitten her she had high tailed it out of there, not because she was afraid of her or of being bitten, but because she knew she had next to no time at all… She still had to get ready, to make herself presentable enough so that Tirithon wouldn’t find even more reason to be angry, to take things out harder on herself or Sydel… She was worried about her, but Sydel said she could handle it, and she would have to trust her in that… Not because it was easy or do-able, but simply because she had to learn to start trusting people, that she didn’t have to do everything on her own plate all the time… It was just…. Hard to trust people… She didn’t usually do so, people were always more than happy to let her down, to leave her hanging while she never failed to be there for them when they needed her…. After a while, that sort of treatment makes a person draw into themselves, and given her past…. Her childhood… She had not much choice… Right now though… She was trying. So she had slipped back into the castle looking like the every day, run of the mill, nothing special paige boy… Until she got to her room with the Physician… A little spell and the small wound was gone as if it had never been, and she herself slipped into the bath that she had been projecting with a little spell for a bit now… She just dropped all the magical illusions, every part of it, and began to bathe as quickly as possibly… Hair, skin, nails… If she didn’t make an attempt with her toilet, Tirithon would have a fit, and she didn’t trust him not to strike her… After all, he had already resorted to forcing her to marry him, even if he was only getting the ceremony out of her… She didn’t want to imagine what else he was going to be more than happy to do to her if she displeased him… Her saving grace right now was the fact he at least somewhat believed the child she was with was his… She knew Tirithon wouldn’t have believed it for a moment without the doctors backing, but because he had, she at least knew she could trust him not to try to kill the child… For now… She knew Ace had wanted to get her checked out, but she hadn’t confessed anything to Ace about what had happened, the confusion… The physician couldn’t actually distinguish anything more than the fact she was pregnant… No heart beat or heart beats, no little life forms that had lit up like it had with Jacob, no easily read set of twins or singles or even triplets… Nothing other than the feedback that she was expecting… The doctor couldn’t make out what was going on with it, it was nothing he had ever seen before, and they decided that… At least for now… It was better that they keep this to themselves… She had finished her bath, wrapping herself in a warm fluffy towel, padding out on bare feet to pull the white dress from the closet… It was originally meant to be an after party dress for her wedding, something elegant and simple that she could wear and still dance and eat and enjoy the festivities, what was supposed to be a celebration of she and Ace’s wedding… But she was never going to have that… Her big, expensive, fairy tale wedding was just a joke… A pipe dream… This week had been for nothing really, nothing other than Tirithon’s enjoyment at her suffering, watching her wriggle on a hook for his pleasure… That big elaborate dress that she had been measured and poked and prodded at for, had stood for hours in a thousand different positions, had seen the finished product and stood in awe of it… She would never get to wear it… She wasn’t even sure that she would get to marry Ace… Just because the conception did not happen didn’t mean that the priest here, so snugly stashed away in Tirithon’s pocket, would give consent for she and Ace to do so… Everything had just… Been ruined the moment Tirithon arrived… She had planned on marrying Ace and Jacob together, having a true marriage, a happy home… With their beautiful children running around and watching the chaos of their lives slowly settle into something softer and more real... She just wanted her dream… She had wanted that more than anything… Just to be a happy wife… She knew nothing would ever be truly smooth, there would be little jealousy flares, bits of disagreement and even little arguments… But it was REAL… It would have been real, and hers, but she had been an idiot… She had written that letter, she had sent it off, all because she had thought Ace might want his family around… Because she wanted their son and daughter to have grandparents, something she had never had, something she wished she could have… Only for it all to blow up in her face, and she had no one, no one at all to blame for any of it but herself… She was the one to blame for her own rape… She was the one to blame for the pain and stress put on Ace… She was the one to blame for Jacob’s suffering and his own lost sense of worth… She had ruined… Everything. Maybe this was her punishment… Being forced to marry a man who was obsessed with hurting her… Making her suffer… She had certainly deserved it… She slipped into a set of plain white underpinnings, no thigh highs but a simple pair of cream colored nylons, no decoration… The silver chain about her waist was ripped off, bruising her skin and not caring, tossing it on the counter… The dress was easy to put on herself, pulling it up and settling the straps over her shoulders, lifting the simple zipper up her side… A similarly simple pair of low white high heels were next and she was done… Dress wise… Her hair was pinned up simply at the back of her head, no beautiful wild curls down her back, no lovely hair do that showed off the rich golden colors, or the thick heavy silken masses… It was all hidden in a simple bun with plain pins that were hidden in her hair… No make up… No mascara or eye liner, no lipstick or blush, nothing would adorn her face… She was not going to give him the pleasure of putting any effort into any of this… If she could have gone in wearing ash and sack cloth to show her displeasure she would, but she knew it would result in a beating that would have made her miscarry, him thinking it was his child or not… So there she sat, at her little armorie that had once held multiple perfume bottles and little pots of paint, boxes of jewelry and hair decorations that Tirithon had lavished on her, the little locked places that had once held the gifts that Ace had snuck her over the years… All of them had been removed over the years she had been gone… Though nothing else changed… Just updated… As if Tirithon knew one day he would have her back where he wanted her, his little golden bird back in her elaborate cage, ready for his entertainment always…*

(10:25:49 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *He had left Sydel with her being as… Well prepared as he could… His hopes were that she would be ok… Not just physically, but mentally too… She was choosing to do this yes, but it was still going to be rape, and if not so then damn close… The only upside in this was that Tirithon was about as big as a cocktail weenie, of course he hadn’t seen the dude hard, but no one can grow THAT much when aroused… So he didn’t honestly think that he could inflict any real damage on anyone with that limp noodle.. But physically… There was a lot more risk… Sydel was a pain slut though, so if anything, he hoped she might enjoy at least half of it… Not with the who of it, but the what at least… Or so he feverently prayed… He had begun to make his way up towards where Ace’s mother was buried, the place was at best inaccessible, at worst down right fucking dangerous to get to… Why in the hell Tirithon would bury his wife out here he had no idea, it seemed cruel to do it, not to mention downright insulting… It was bad enough the man had used her soul as a bargaining chip in his negotiations with Khorn but to go so far as to just… Toss her body way out in the middle of no where so that no one could pay respects to her… It was worse than the nastiest thing he had ever done to anyone…. And he had done a LOT Of properly fucked up shit in his time… He could have gone about this in the old way, taking the same rout Ace and Ryker had, but why bother? It was easier to just wrinkle up the damn hill, taking leaps of teleportation, none of them so big as to give away his presence… After all if Tirithon had made a secret attack or some other sort of foul fucked up thing, he sure as shit didn’t want to trigger it early, not until everything was sorted enough… So for now… He just made his way to the site, hopefully at the end of their meeting time so that he wasn’t interrupting, he knew if he were in their shoes he’d snap the dick off of anyone ruining the time spent in mourning… He would stand a polite distance away, waiting for Ace to finish up or to notice him, either way… And there he would remain until such a time… Though once that time did arrive, he would ward the entire area, several layers deep… His mothers burial area under serious protection, as well as the general area, rather like… Putting down a bomb shield over an explosion so that the detonation damage is next to nil…. Did he expect Ace to take this well? Hell no. It was also why he teleported Ryker into the castle and well away from this because the less damage and life wasted, the better… At least… TO a certain extent… He wasn’t, say, putting any protections over any guards that might have come… They were paid to die after all…* “I hate to be the bearer of bad news… Especially in such a place… But I can’t exactly say this anywhere else, or if any other way than really, really bluntly… As we speak Tirithon is forcing Rose to marry him in a secret ceremony at the castle… I don’t know all the in’s and out’s of it, all I know is that Rose is attending the ceremony, but it’s Sydel who is going to be taking the consummation portion of it under glamour… MY part in this is to make sure you don’t go down there and let the cat out of the bag… So if you want to spar, then we’re gonna spar, and you can blow up everything you fucking want to… But your not getting out of this until I know what is going to happen is done.”



Missed posts AGAIN—

(05:33:34 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: : *After Sydel had bitten her she had high tailed it out of there, not because she was afraid of her or of being bitten, but because she knew she had next to no time at all… She still had to get ready, to make herself presentable enough so that Tirithon wouldn’t find even more reason to be angry, to take things out harder on herself or Sydel… She was worried about her, but Sydel said she could handle it, and she would have to trust her in that… Not because it was easy or do-able, but simply because she had to learn to start trusting people, that she didn’t have to do everything on her own plate all the time… It was just…. Hard to trust people… She didn’t usually do so, people were always more than happy to let her down, to leave her hanging while she never failed to be there for them when they needed her…. After a while, that sort of treatment makes a person draw into themselves, and given her past…. Her childhood… She had not much choice… Right now though… She was trying. So she had slipped back into the castle looking like the every day, run of the mill, nothing special paige boy… Until she got to her room with the Physician… A little spell and the small wound was gone as if it had never been, and she herself slipped into the bath that she had been projecting with a little spell for a bit now… She just dropped all the magical illusions, every part of it, and began to bathe as quickly as possibly… Hair, skin, nails… If she didn’t make an attempt with her toilet, Tirithon would have a fit, and she didn’t trust him not to strike her… After all, he had already resorted to forcing her to marry him, even if he was only getting the ceremony out of her… She didn’t want to imagine what else he was going to be more than happy to do to her if she displeased him… Her saving grace right now was the fact he at least somewhat believed the child she was with was his… She knew Tirithon wouldn’t have believed it for a moment without the doctors backing, but because he had, she at least knew she could trust him not to try to kill the child… For now… She knew Ace had wanted to get her checked out, but she hadn’t confessed anything to Ace about what had happened, the confusion… The physician couldn’t actually distinguish anything more than the fact she was pregnant… No heart beat or heart beats, no little life forms that had lit up like it had with Jacob, no easily read set of twins or singles or even triplets… Nothing other than the feedback that she was expecting… The doctor couldn’t make out what was going on with it, it was nothing he had ever seen before, and they decided that… At least for now… It was better that they keep this to themselves… She had finished her bath, wrapping herself in a warm fluffy towel, padding out on bare feet to pull the white dress from the closet… It was originally meant to be an after party dress for her wedding, something elegant and simple that she could wear and still dance and eat and enjoy the festivities, what was supposed to be a celebration of she and Ace’s wedding… But she was never going to have that… Her big, expensive, fairy tale wedding was just a joke… A pipe dream… This week had been for nothing really, nothing other than Tirithon’s enjoyment at her suffering, watching her wriggle on a hook for his pleasure… That big elaborate dress that she had been measured and poked and prodded at for, had stood for hours in a thousand different positions, had seen the finished product and stood in awe of it… She would never get to wear it… She wasn’t even sure that she would get to marry Ace… Just because the conception did not happen didn’t mean that the priest here, so snugly stashed away in Tirithon’s pocket, would give consent for she and Ace to do so… Everything had just… Been ruined the moment Tirithon arrived… She had planned on marrying Ace and Jacob together, having a true marriage, a happy home… With their beautiful children running around and watching the chaos of their lives slowly settle into something softer and more real... She just wanted her dream… She had wanted that more than anything… Just to be a happy wife… She knew nothing would ever be truly smooth, there would be little jealousy flares, bits of disagreement and even little arguments… But it was REAL… It would have been real, and hers, but she had been an idiot… She had written that letter, she had sent it off, all because she had thought Ace might want his family around… Because she wanted their son and daughter to have grandparents, something she had never had, something she wished she could have… Only for it all to blow up in her face, and she had no one, no one at all to blame for any of it but herself… She was the one to blame for her own rape… She was the one to blame for the pain and stress put on Ace… She was the one to blame for Jacob’s suffering and his own lost sense of worth… She had ruined… Everything. Maybe this was her punishment… Being forced to marry a man who was obsessed with hurting her… Making her suffer… She had certainly deserved it… She slipped into a set of plain white underpinnings, no thigh highs but a simple pair of cream colored nylons, no decoration… The silver chain about her waist was ripped off, bruising her skin and not caring, tossing it on the counter… The dress was easy to put on herself, pulling it up and settling the straps over her shoulders, lifting the simple zipper up her side… A similarly simple pair of low white high heels were next and she was done… Dress wise… Her hair was pinned up simply at the back of her head, no beautiful wild curls down her back, no lovely hair do that showed off the rich golden colors, or the thick heavy silken masses… It was all hidden in a simple bun with plain pins that were hidden in her hair… No make up… No mascara or eye liner, no lipstick or blush, nothing would adorn her face… She was not going to give him the pleasure of putting any effort into any of this… If she could have gone in wearing ash and sack cloth to show her displeasure she would, but she knew it would result in a beating that would have made her miscarry, him thinking it was his child or not… So there she sat, at her little armorie that had once held multiple perfume bottles and little pots of paint, boxes of jewelry and hair decorations that Tirithon had lavished on her, the little locked places that had once held the gifts that Ace had snuck her over the years… All of them had been removed over the years she had been gone… Though nothing else changed… Just updated… As if Tirithon knew one day he would have her back where he wanted her, his little golden bird back in her elaborate cage, ready for his entertainment always…*



(05:40:38 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *He had left Sydel with her being as… Well prepared as he could… His hopes were that she would be ok… Not just physically, but mentally too… She was choosing to do this yes, but it was still going to be rape, and if not so then damn close… The only upside in this was that Tirithon was about as big as a cocktail weenie, of course he hadn’t seen the dude hard, but no one can grow THAT much when aroused… So he didn’t honestly think that he could inflict any real damage on anyone with that limp noodle.. But physically… There was a lot more risk… Sydel was a pain slut though, so if anything, he hoped she might enjoy at least half of it… Not with the who of it, but the what at least… Or so he feverently prayed… He had begun to make his way up towards where Ace’s mother was buried, the place was at best inaccessible, at worst down right fucking dangerous to get to… Why in the hell Tirithon would bury his wife out here he had no idea, it seemed cruel to do it, not to mention downright insulting… It was bad enough the man had used her soul as a bargaining chip in his negotiations with Khorn but to go so far as to just… Toss her body way out in the middle of no where so that no one could pay respects to her… It was worse than the nastiest thing he had ever done to anyone…. And he had done a LOT Of properly fucked up shit in his time… He could have gone about this in the old way, taking the same rout Ace and Ryker had, but why bother? It was easier to just wrinkle up the damn hill, taking leaps of teleportation, none of them so big as to give away his presence… After all if Tirithon had made a secret attack or some other sort of foul fucked up thing, he sure as shit didn’t want to trigger it early, not until everything was sorted enough… So for now… He just made his way to the site, hopefully at the end of their meeting time so that he wasn’t interrupting, he knew if he were in their shoes he’d snap the dick off of anyone ruining the time spent in mourning… He would stand a polite distance away, waiting for Ace to finish up or to notice him, either way… And there he would remain until such a time… Though once that time did arrive, he would ward the entire area, several layers deep… His mothers burial area under serious protection, as well as the general area, rather like… Putting down a bomb shield over an explosion so that the detonation damage is next to nil…. Did he expect Ace to take this well? Hell no. It was also why he teleported Ryker into the castle and well away from this because the less damage and life wasted, the better… At least… TO a certain extent… He wasn’t, say, putting any protections over any guards that might have come… They were paid to die after all…* “I hate to be the bearer of bad news… Especially in such a place… But I can’t exactly say this anywhere else, or if any other way than really, really bluntly… As we speak Tirithon is forcing Rose to marry him in a secret ceremony at the castle… I don’t know all the in’s and out’s of it, all I know is that Rose is attending the ceremony, but it’s Sydel who is going to be taking the consummation portion of it under glamour… MY part in this is to make sure you don’t go down there and let the cat out of the bag… So if you want to spar, then we’re gonna spar, and you can blow up everything you fucking want to… But your not getting out of this until I know what is going to happen is done.”



(06:35:09 )

...Black Hearted Beast..



Ace Koehler

..You know what happens when you run angel..

I catch you

says to ???M: ..him and his brother had spent the better part of the morning travelling up to that tomb.. to the shrine of his dearly departed Mother.. it wasn’t easy.. in places it was actually quite dangerous and the guides and guards had decided to head back or stop.. he and his brother however continued on.. finally arriving where they would do well to pay their respects.. mostly in silence.. Ryker had broken down more than once.. having to take a bit of comfort with an arm around him.. a pat to his back.. he however remained fairly stoic faced about it all.. he knew better.. he knew this was not his mothers resting place.. he knew precisely were she was but he had not said a word about it since his arrival.. to anyone.. the day had worn on.. and the two siblings had had those few moments to just talk amongst themselves..sharing a memory or two .. mostly from him since he knew his Mother.. Ryker didn’t.. he had glanced back over his shoulder.. having caught a glimpse of someone close by.. his brow rising when he noticed it was you.. he patted his brothers shoulder before he moved to make his approach.. he could feel the crackle of magical energy.. the thickness in it as the ward dropped…he knew Ryker had been sent back.. his arms rose there to cross about his chest firmly- .. Not quite the hell I was expecting.. whats going on then?.. with all this?.... he motioned to the wards.. to the sudden spark in the air that was floating about them.. he tilted his head when you spoke of bearing bad news- .. what bad news?.... he slid his hand down into his pocket.. pulling out a cigarette as he slid it between his lips.. the end torching suddenly before he drew back on it.. offering you one though figuring you had your own sorted.. his brows rose instantly when you said his Father was forcing Rose to marry him and he just about choked on the smoke when it hit his lungs unexpectantly .. - .. What the actual fuck?.... he frowned.. taking another long drag of that cigarette as you went on to explain a little but more.. about how Rose was going to attend the ceremony but Sydel would be taking the hard yards in the bedroom.. his hand rose as he rubbed against the back of his neck.. he was becoming agitated.. - .. so.. so this is why we are here then.. he wanted to get us out of the fucking castle.. .. he growled.. his fingers curled inward.. balling fists as he dropped the cigarette and he smooshed it down into the gravel..- .. Nah fuck this.. he cant do that.. he cant do any of that.. who does he think he is?!.. hasn’t he already done enough.. For Fucks sake.. .. his lips thinned considerably- .. I don’t want to fight.. I have no need to spar.. .. he waved his hand- .. but ill skin him alive when I see him next I assure you.. Im not fucking staying up here though.. no.. nope.. no way.. you can if you like.. its an interesting view.. not for me though.. no fucking way.. .. he went to move back against the ward before he thought better of it.. the energy crackling about his own fingers- .. remove it.. Now.. I will head back to the castle.. Im guessing that’s where you sent my brother anyway.. who’s going to stop him from interrupting?.. No one..



(06:49:47 ) ° Is it better to be feared or loved?°



Tirithon Koehler

…-she was the only pure thing in my life and in my life I neglected her-…

: ..he had remained within his throne room.. he had no desire to get fancy or dressed up or anything like that.. this was not some grand wedding with a million guests.. there would only be two.. the priest and his advisor.. that’s all, that’s it.. that’s all he needed to make this legal.. he had long since sunk down into his throne there.. lounging.. relaxing as he supped on some lavish wine.. having a bit of a laugh with his staff.. he drummed his nails to the arm of the chair though.. deciding she had had more than long enough.. clicking those same fingers to get the attention of one of the guards.. ordering them to go collect her whilst the priest came in.. the advisor rested to the side there with his paperwork.. and he moved to stand.. his hands clasped before him.. waiting.. eyes upon the doors.. the guard and a secondary moved off down the hall at quite a pace.. toward her room where they knocked.. or more so bashed upon the door there.. waiting a moment before they entered the room themselves..nodding to the physician.. telling him he could go now.. his services were no longer required.. but that they might be later as was the word of the King.. before they turned their attention to her.. leering a little bit.. looking at what she had on.. though the lack of makeup and rather poorley done hair made them turn up their noses a touch.. they motioned for you to hurry up.. to move before they would drag you themselves.. even going so far as to saying they would toss you over their shoulders if they had to.. time was money afterall and they had things they would much rather be doing.. if she behaved and moved out they would flank her.. one on the left.. one on the right as they took that long red carpeted walk.. it would seem to take forever reall but in truth.. barely 5 minutes tops.. they reached those double doors and they were opened.. he remained there nearer the dais.. watching as she came into view.. his smile broadened but instead of it being nice or sweet or even charming it was kind of sick.. and more than a little bit twisted.. - .. shame about the face.. the hair.. .. he clucked his tongue- .. but the dress is nice.. suitable.. he moved toward her then.. motioning for her to spin around.. to twirl and show him what she had on.. the doors behind her closed and locked.. if she did spin he would allow her maybe one full go around before he would grip onto her arm.. pulling it behind her back.. the other hand upon the length of her throat as he held her back to his stomach..- .. Don’t ever try and pull a fast one on me .. You think I wouldn’t have noticed the name upon the parchment.. .. his fingers curled in about her throat a little tighter as he forced her to moved toward the table where the paper work rested- .. Correct it immediately or so help me god I am going to hurt you more than you have Ever been hurt before.. and then ill go after your children.. Ill wipe your families blood off the map.. Understand me little girl?.... he forced her to bend there.. the advisor held out the pen quil to her.. and they waited.. watching her closely.. the hand about her throat ahifted to rest against the back of her neck until she was done.. before he would release.. - .. Right.. consider it sorted then.. .. he would step back and move toward the dais where the priest was waiting with his book open.. - .. lets get this over with.. I have a date with a red room to make.. and we both know you don’t want to miss that.. .. he slapped his hands together.. the sound of it reverberated throughout the room as he laughed.. the priest and advisor along with a guard or two joined in.. all fake.. but its what he loved.. - .. Get over here immedatly woman..



(07:04:41 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *So far so good, at least that was what he wanted to think, but at the same time he didn’t really bet on that for long… Ace had a temper like a stick of tnt, just one flick to the fuse and he could blow a new asshole in the side of a mountain, and what was going on… Well… It was a bit more than just a bit of a flick… He also knew Ace wasn’t above taking pot shots, no more than he was from taking advantage of a situation, or trying to pull a fast one on him. He knew if Ace had the chance, he would teleport out of there given the first chance, and he wasn’t in the mood to play ‘chase the Ace’ about the castle… Hence the multi layered wards being dropped and Ryker being taken out of there as soon as he could… He didn’t want to give Ace any tools to use in his escape.* “Yeah I know… Desperate times and all that.” *He would have liked to explain everything in a more… Smooth like fashion… A little less drama and a bit more sense… But to be honest, he only knew what Sydel and told him, and Sydel in turn only knew what Rose had said… So he was getting this third party to start with, a lot of the facts were at this moment unknown to him, and he had no real answers to anything he might ask… He took the offered cigarette, fact was that he had none on him, he had come into this dry on the props so to speak… He lit it up himself and took a drag, though not going through it as fast as Ace did, he took his leisure of it…* “Listen, I don’t know all the facts this time around, in truth it came as a bit of a shock. I knew the fucker was plotting something, but I thought it was Rykers assassination or even Roses, but not this. Apparently he thinks she’s unfit for you.” *Though fuck most o that noise because what the hell did it matter? He took a drag and got it all out, again not his most graceful moment, but he had had worse a time or two… Hell, even recently… True, Sybelle would make a better Princess, she was the perfect figurehead… But Tirithon was acting like a kid with toys, holding a couple of dolls and smashing their faces together, making house… Though instead of stuffed bits of cloth and hair he was doing it with real people…* “From what I can see? Yeah. Looking at how this place is set up, I don’t even think he expected you two to make it back in one piece, which would have suited him fine in a way… If you or Ryker got hurt, you would have to take even longer coming back, which works in his favor…” *Aaaand there it went… The first pop off of the firework display… He remained standing, not too close, not too far… Outside of immediate punching range of course… Like he wanted to take a decker from Ace? He’s ran his rounds a time or two, but Ace had a left hook that was fucking nasty, even for him. At least Ace didn’t make a hard run for the wards, he had them several layers thick for a reason, and it sure as fuck wasn’t because it was peachy fun to do it… It would take Ace a bit of time sure, but he could blast through a ward or two on raw power alone, but several? That would take a lot more time and effort, and that was what he was hoping to cause, at the very least it would either exhaust him or take him so long to do it that there would be no going back…* “He can and he has… Knowing this situation? Tirithon probably threatened to kill her and that’s why she is going along with it… That or to kill the kids or someone else she loves. She wouldn’t do it for any other reason…” *He said, trying to speak logically to Ace but… then again… When the fuck did logic ever work when someone was pissed off? If anything, it tended to make it worse, at least for him… When he was pissed, he wanted to be pissed, not to have someone tell him that things were going to be fine… So in a way… He could see how he might not exactly be helping the situation…* “So you say you’re not gonna stay up here… Alright… Cool. Where you going to go? To the Castle? For what? You kill Tirithon and you’ll be executed for regicide and patricide. You want to die? I mean, I’m not going to stop you, but I’m not too fond of funerals man… No amount of style can make mourning look good on me. I’ve tried.” *Was any of this making sense? Probably not. But he hoped it was keeping things from maybe getting worse… He didn’t want to talk Down to Ace… He just didn’t want the guy to not have answers either… It was a messy situation…* “Talk to me… What is going on in your head? What are you planning? Trust me… I don’t want my wife being raped if it can be avoided, and if you have a plan that will honestly work, one that I can back up and follow… I’ll drop the wards here and now.”



(07:40:10 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

says to ° Is it better to be fea: *She honestly was giving the bare minimum… If she could have done less, she would have, and taken great joy in it… This was not marriage of love… Or even like… It could not even be dignified as a marriage of convenience for she had a beautiful happy life well without anything he could even imagine to offer her… So she had donned her dress and shoes, did her hair up so that much of it’s beauty was hidden, no added allure of makeup to accentuate her natural features… Jacob and Ace had fallen in love with her without a drop of anything on her face, to them she was beautiful without anything added, it was only Tirithon who wanted her painted up… Places like this demanding she be perfect all the time, with lacquered nails and mascara, lips tinted red as rubies… This… Was also a small rebellion… Her refusal to conform to what he wanted… When the loud bash on the door came it made her jump, too many memories flooding to the surface, so many of them old yet so new to her they still stung… She noted the two came in, the leer was nothing new, though why they did it was foul… Oh she recognized them by scent… Every elf has a unique flora to them… These two had been there at the hot spring… And if she remembered right, the ache in her arm told her one of them had been the one to break her arm, though which guard and which arm she couldn’t say… She looked at the physician, and all she could do was nod when he was ordered away, the one person she had around her at the time who might have cared for her in these moments… But he could not help her, he had done all he could in those moments, given her all the protection she could have in the form of the lie they had told Tirithon… The threats of dragging or even tossing her over a shoulder went unfounded, she shook her head, holding up her hand as she stood… Leaving something behind on the little armoire before walking out of the room… She had always hated the carpets here… The red she always thought was to hide the blood… Hers and others… It was so much easier than having to constantly wash the carpets or mop the floors… A hidden walk of scarlet pain… She thought it would run on forever, though she knew in her mind it was just a few minutes, but the walk in her whole life had never been a good one… When she came to the next set of doors, seeing him there at the dais, the way his face shifted…. He had lost his mind then… Truly… No sane man could smile like that… It made her stomach churn and her instinct of survival told her to turn and run… But to where? She had tried that before and it cost her dearly… She drew herself up to her five foot tall max, shoulders set back, chin up…* “I am glad you approve… You did say to keep it simple.” *More like she just did not want to give him the pleasure of her doing every little thing he wanted her to do. She was given the order to spin about, and for Ace she had enjoyed it, his reaction to her soft blue dress had been all she could have imagined… He had made her feel beautiful in those moments… This… This was so far from that it was more of a travesty… Still, she didn’t want to allow him any chance to put his hands on her, so she did as she was told… She turned… Only to find herself pulled against his chest with her arm wrenched behind her back, smelling the wine and medicine on him, hearing the doors close and lock… And if she had wanted to run… The chance was gone… She wanted to reach up and claw his hand off of her neck, but if she tried he would just tighten it, to press her in harder than she already was… Probably breaking the arm he had behind her and used to hold her fast to him…* “Did you expect I would make this easy for you…” *She said as he pushed her about, his fingers tighter about her throat, making her ears pulse and ring as he guided her to the paperwork… She would have refused… She would have loved to have refused… But her children meant the world to her… This wasn’t like before when she had nothing to lose… When she had no friends or family, where she felt herself expendable, the end goal worth every sacrifice… Just to ensure his death… She knew she had a mother out there too now… Alive… Would he go after her too? And Jacob?... She was bent over, forced to move under his hand, the sting in her arm from the movement lancing up into her shoulder socket and sparking out in white hot lances of pain… At least his hand moved from the front of her neck to the back, allowing the blood to move freely once more, the throbbing thrum in her ears dulling… She picked up the quill and held it over the paper, and crossed off the old fake signature, her fingers shaking just so softly… She signed her true name, or at least the one Jacob had told her, Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa… Setting the quill back in the pot she was allowed to stand, watching as he moved towards the dais, the priest standing there as if this were…. Normal… Had Ace’s mother been forced to do the same? Or had she been like herself, blinded by how he had once been, a gruff and rough sort of man but glorious to look at… All flash and fore hiding a broken nature?... Who could say… She had only known her at the end of her days, and even then, Tirithon had seemed to be unraveling… The threat of the red room was enough to make her heart stop in her chest for several moments before it picked up violently… Sydel… Would she handle that room?... She came when he ordered her to come over, not because she wanted to, but because she knew more than ever… If she didn’t.. Sydel would pay the price for it in that red room… So she stood silent at his side, looking down at the book there on the table, unable to do anything more than simply obey… Knowing the risk if she did…*







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(05:33:15 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *He had been teasing her a little there, his heart a little sore for his wife, knowing that she was feeling the way she was… It wasn’t like her to give a shit about anyone but him and their children, the fact that she was caring for someone outside of her immediate circle, he knew it was because she cared… Because she cared though, so did he, and besides… Rose wasn’t a bad sort… She was good for Jacob, she leveled Ace out in a way no one else could, and she genuinely cared about all of them… Their little family unit would be a bit broken without her for sure… So he could see why Sydel would want to step in and offer to help… Rather than let the air remain to heavy though, he decided to lighten it up, to tease her…* “No, but you can have children and not die on the way, and our little ones are fucking gorgeous… Apparently TOO gorgeous though, turns out some lad in town set his cap on Aysil, which reminds me… Don’t let me kill the bastard… I’ll need your help on that when we get home… I am not taking our daughter growing up well. At All.” *She was the only one he would admit that to… He knew he was handling the situation about as gracefully as a drunk man with two lame legs dancing Swan Lake… He had held her a moment longer before he stepped away, taking off his jacket then sliding out of his shirt, coming towards a seat in the form of a fallen log. He told her he wasn’t going to let her go, not unless he knew for sure she would be at the top of her game, he wouldn’t ever allow her to risk herself and their child… Hopefully now she knew just how much she meant to him, how much they both did…* “I trust you. You’re the only person I do trust. I know you won’t take any undue risks either… Though I won’t say I’m not worried for you… Tirithon is unpredictable, violent, and nasty in general… I don’t know what he will plan specifically, but I do know that it’s best not to count anything out, expect everything foul that you can…” *It was the best thing he could advise, Tirithon would do anything and everything he was sure, from the basic vanilla version of Rape to a double suicide… He could be sure of nothing with him, other than the fact that he knew, what ever it was it was going to be nasty…. He had offered his neck to her then, knowing that the elves in the area sure, they would keep her young and pretty… But they wouldn’t do shit for her strength or her power, they wouldn’t supplement what she needed to actually survive what ever might be tossed at her, and he wasn’t about to have her go into this guns half cocked… He heard her second promise and he just smiled, though her kiss was sweet, unexpected and it caught him unexpectedly… He sighed softly against her lips, pulling her in closer, wrapping her in his bare arms… Just relishing her chilled flesh against his own burning heat, doing his best not to just tip her back in the snow and enjoy a different sort of pleasure… He thrust his tongue between her lips masterfully, flicking, licking along her razor sharp teeth before sucking on her bottom lip, a deep husky groan falling from his lips before she pulled away.* “Keep that up and we won’t get done in time to help anyone…” *He said with a laugh before she bit down, and he didn’t stop her a bit, he didn’t have her slow down or pull away… Oh it stung a bit, it always did, but the sting was sweet… The act was always a fair bit erotic to him… When she pulled away he was a good pint or two less than he had been before, but not anywhere near bad enough to make him sick or weak, just a nice kind of light headed… He held her close even after, feeling her slowly start to warm up a bit ,her body putting the blood to good use…* “I will find him and keep him busy… Some bullshit about a bachelor party or something… I’ll drag Ryker along too… Got to keep him here before he goes back to Arvandor. We’ll go have a drink or seven at some nice bawdy house with some pretty guys and girls, should keep them away long enough for everything to be…. Done? I am just trying to figure out how much to keep from him…. Ace might flip tits when he comes back and finds everything out…” *He looked down at her, gently gathering up his blood from her lip, licking his own thumb afterwards. He held her just a while longer until she would want to move, and after she did, he would get dressed once more…* “I know you have a lot of things to… Prepare for… Before you do… I didn’t tell you before but when we were married… Hanali offered to link us like how Jacob and Rose are… Do you want that now?? So you won’t go into this without me right beside you….”



(05:33:34 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: : *After Sydel had bitten her she had high tailed it out of there, not because she was afraid of her or of being bitten, but because she knew she had next to no time at all… She still had to get ready, to make herself presentable enough so that Tirithon wouldn’t find even more reason to be angry, to take things out harder on herself or Sydel… She was worried about her, but Sydel said she could handle it, and she would have to trust her in that… Not because it was easy or do-able, but simply because she had to learn to start trusting people, that she didn’t have to do everything on her own plate all the time… It was just…. Hard to trust people… She didn’t usually do so, people were always more than happy to let her down, to leave her hanging while she never failed to be there for them when they needed her…. After a while, that sort of treatment makes a person draw into themselves, and given her past…. Her childhood… She had not much choice… Right now though… She was trying. So she had slipped back into the castle looking like the every day, run of the mill, nothing special paige boy… Until she got to her room with the Physician… A little spell and the small wound was gone as if it had never been, and she herself slipped into the bath that she had been projecting with a little spell for a bit now… She just dropped all the magical illusions, every part of it, and began to bathe as quickly as possibly… Hair, skin, nails… If she didn’t make an attempt with her toilet, Tirithon would have a fit, and she didn’t trust him not to strike her… After all, he had already resorted to forcing her to marry him, even if he was only getting the ceremony out of her… She didn’t want to imagine what else he was going to be more than happy to do to her if she displeased him… Her saving grace right now was the fact he at least somewhat believed the child she was with was his… She knew Tirithon wouldn’t have believed it for a moment without the doctors backing, but because he had, she at least knew she could trust him not to try to kill the child… For now… She knew Ace had wanted to get her checked out, but she hadn’t confessed anything to Ace about what had happened, the confusion… The physician couldn’t actually distinguish anything more than the fact she was pregnant… No heart beat or heart beats, no little life forms that had lit up like it had with Jacob, no easily read set of twins or singles or even triplets… Nothing other than the feedback that she was expecting… The doctor couldn’t make out what was going on with it, it was nothing he had ever seen before, and they decided that… At least for now… It was better that they keep this to themselves… She had finished her bath, wrapping herself in a warm fluffy towel, padding out on bare feet to pull the white dress from the closet… It was originally meant to be an after party dress for her wedding, something elegant and simple that she could wear and still dance and eat and enjoy the festivities, what was supposed to be a celebration of she and Ace’s wedding… But she was never going to have that… Her big, expensive, fairy tale wedding was just a joke… A pipe dream… This week had been for nothing really, nothing other than Tirithon’s enjoyment at her suffering, watching her wriggle on a hook for his pleasure… That big elaborate dress that she had been measured and poked and prodded at for, had stood for hours in a thousand different positions, had seen the finished product and stood in awe of it… She would never get to wear it… She wasn’t even sure that she would get to marry Ace… Just because the conception did not happen didn’t mean that the priest here, so snugly stashed away in Tirithon’s pocket, would give consent for she and Ace to do so… Everything had just… Been ruined the moment Tirithon arrived… She had planned on marrying Ace and Jacob together, having a true marriage, a happy home… With their beautiful children running around and watching the chaos of their lives slowly settle into something softer and more real... She just wanted her dream… She had wanted that more than anything… Just to be a happy wife… She knew nothing would ever be truly smooth, there would be little jealousy flares, bits of disagreement and even little arguments… But it was REAL… It would have been real, and hers, but she had been an idiot… She had written that letter, she had sent it off, all because she had thought Ace might want his family around… Because she wanted their son and daughter to have grandparents, something she had never had, something she wished she could have… Only for it all to blow up in her face, and she had no one, no one at all to blame for any of it but herself… She was the one to blame for her own rape… She was the one to blame for the pain and stress put on Ace… She was the one to blame for Jacob’s suffering and his own lost sense of worth… She had ruined… Everything. Maybe this was her punishment… Being forced to marry a man who was obsessed with hurting her… Making her suffer… She had certainly deserved it… She slipped into a set of plain white underpinnings, no thigh highs but a simple pair of cream colored nylons, no decoration… The silver chain about her waist was ripped off, bruising her skin and not caring, tossing it on the counter… The dress was easy to put on herself, pulling it up and settling the straps over her shoulders, lifting the simple zipper up her side… A similarly simple pair of low white high heels were next and she was done… Dress wise… Her hair was pinned up simply at the back of her head, no beautiful wild curls down her back, no lovely hair do that showed off the rich golden colors, or the thick heavy silken masses… It was all hidden in a simple bun with plain pins that were hidden in her hair… No make up… No mascara or eye liner, no lipstick or blush, nothing would adorn her face… She was not going to give him the pleasure of putting any effort into any of this… If she could have gone in wearing ash and sack cloth to show her displeasure she would, but she knew it would result in a beating that would have made her miscarry, him thinking it was his child or not… So there she sat, at her little armorie that had once held multiple perfume bottles and little pots of paint, boxes of jewelry and hair decorations that Tirithon had lavished on her, the little locked places that had once held the gifts that Ace had snuck her over the years… All of them had been removed over the years she had been gone… Though nothing else changed… Just updated… As if Tirithon knew one day he would have her back where he wanted her, his little golden bird back in her elaborate cage, ready for his entertainment always…*



(05:40:38 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *He had left Sydel with her being as… Well prepared as he could… His hopes were that she would be ok… Not just physically, but mentally too… She was choosing to do this yes, but it was still going to be rape, and if not so then damn close… The only upside in this was that Tirithon was about as big as a cocktail weenie, of course he hadn’t seen the dude hard, but no one can grow THAT much when aroused… So he didn’t honestly think that he could inflict any real damage on anyone with that limp noodle.. But physically… There was a lot more risk… Sydel was a pain slut though, so if anything, he hoped she might enjoy at least half of it… Not with the who of it, but the what at least… Or so he feverently prayed… He had begun to make his way up towards where Ace’s mother was buried, the place was at best inaccessible, at worst down right fucking dangerous to get to… Why in the hell Tirithon would bury his wife out here he had no idea, it seemed cruel to do it, not to mention downright insulting… It was bad enough the man had used her soul as a bargaining chip in his negotiations with Khorn but to go so far as to just… Toss her body way out in the middle of no where so that no one could pay respects to her… It was worse than the nastiest thing he had ever done to anyone…. And he had done a LOT Of properly fucked up shit in his time… He could have gone about this in the old way, taking the same rout Ace and Ryker had, but why bother? It was easier to just wrinkle up the damn hill, taking leaps of teleportation, none of them so big as to give away his presence… After all if Tirithon had made a secret attack or some other sort of foul fucked up thing, he sure as shit didn’t want to trigger it early, not until everything was sorted enough… So for now… He just made his way to the site, hopefully at the end of their meeting time so that he wasn’t interrupting, he knew if he were in their shoes he’d snap the dick off of anyone ruining the time spent in mourning… He would stand a polite distance away, waiting for Ace to finish up or to notice him, either way… And there he would remain until such a time… Though once that time did arrive, he would ward the entire area, several layers deep… His mothers burial area under serious protection, as well as the general area, rather like… Putting down a bomb shield over an explosion so that the detonation damage is next to nil…. Did he expect Ace to take this well? Hell no. It was also why he teleported Ryker into the castle and well away from this because the less damage and life wasted, the better… At least… TO a certain extent… He wasn’t, say, putting any protections over any guards that might have come… They were paid to die after all…* “I hate to be the bearer of bad news… Especially in such a place… But I can’t exactly say this anywhere else, or if any other way than really, really bluntly… As we speak Tirithon is forcing Rose to marry him in a secret ceremony at the castle… I don’t know all the in’s and out’s of it, all I know is that Rose is attending the ceremony, but it’s Sydel who is going to be taking the consummation portion of it under glamour… MY part in this is to make sure you don’t go down there and let the cat out of the bag… So if you want to spar, then we’re gonna spar, and you can blow up everything you fucking want to… But your not getting out of this until I know what is going to happen is done.”



(06:35:09 )

...Black Hearted Beast..



Ace Koehler

..You know what happens when you run angel..

I catch you

says to ???M: ..him and his brother had spent the better part of the morning travelling up to that tomb.. to the shrine of his dearly departed Mother.. it wasn’t easy.. in places it was actually quite dangerous and the guides and guards had decided to head back or stop.. he and his brother however continued on.. finally arriving where they would do well to pay their respects.. mostly in silence.. Ryker had broken down more than once.. having to take a bit of comfort with an arm around him.. a pat to his back.. he however remained fairly stoic faced about it all.. he knew better.. he knew this was not his mothers resting place.. he knew precisely were she was but he had not said a word about it since his arrival.. to anyone.. the day had worn on.. and the two siblings had had those few moments to just talk amongst themselves..sharing a memory or two .. mostly from him since he knew his Mother.. Ryker didn’t.. he had glanced back over his shoulder.. having caught a glimpse of someone close by.. his brow rising when he noticed it was you.. he patted his brothers shoulder before he moved to make his approach.. he could feel the crackle of magical energy.. the thickness in it as the ward dropped…he knew Ryker had been sent back.. his arms rose there to cross about his chest firmly- .. Not quite the hell I was expecting.. whats going on then?.. with all this?.... he motioned to the wards.. to the sudden spark in the air that was floating about them.. he tilted his head when you spoke of bearing bad news- .. what bad news?.... he slid his hand down into his pocket.. pulling out a cigarette as he slid it between his lips.. the end torching suddenly before he drew back on it.. offering you one though figuring you had your own sorted.. his brows rose instantly when you said his Father was forcing Rose to marry him and he just about choked on the smoke when it hit his lungs unexpectantly .. - .. What the actual fuck?.... he frowned.. taking another long drag of that cigarette as you went on to explain a little but more.. about how Rose was going to attend the ceremony but Sydel would be taking the hard yards in the bedroom.. his hand rose as he rubbed against the back of his neck.. he was becoming agitated.. - .. so.. so this is why we are here then.. he wanted to get us out of the fucking castle.. .. he growled.. his fingers curled inward.. balling fists as he dropped the cigarette and he smooshed it down into the gravel..- .. Nah fuck this.. he cant do that.. he cant do any of that.. who does he think he is?!.. hasn’t he already done enough.. For Fucks sake.. .. his lips thinned considerably- .. I don’t want to fight.. I have no need to spar.. .. he waved his hand- .. but ill skin him alive when I see him next I assure you.. Im not fucking staying up here though.. no.. nope.. no way.. you can if you like.. its an interesting view.. not for me though.. no fucking way.. .. he went to move back against the ward before he thought better of it.. the energy crackling about his own fingers- .. remove it.. Now.. I will head back to the castle.. Im guessing that’s where you sent my brother anyway.. who’s going to stop him from interrupting?.. No one..



(06:49:47 ) ° Is it better to be feared or loved?°



Tirithon Koehler

…-she was the only pure thing in my life and in my life I neglected her-…

: ..he had remained within his throne room.. he had no desire to get fancy or dressed up or anything like that.. this was not some grand wedding with a million guests.. there would only be two.. the priest and his advisor.. that’s all, that’s it.. that’s all he needed to make this legal.. he had long since sunk down into his throne there.. lounging.. relaxing as he supped on some lavish wine.. having a bit of a laugh with his staff.. he drummed his nails to the arm of the chair though.. deciding she had had more than long enough.. clicking those same fingers to get the attention of one of the guards.. ordering them to go collect her whilst the priest came in.. the advisor rested to the side there with his paperwork.. and he moved to stand.. his hands clasped before him.. waiting.. eyes upon the doors.. the guard and a secondary moved off down the hall at quite a pace.. toward her room where they knocked.. or more so bashed upon the door there.. waiting a moment before they entered the room themselves..nodding to the physician.. telling him he could go now.. his services were no longer required.. but that they might be later as was the word of the King.. before they turned their attention to her.. leering a little bit.. looking at what she had on.. though the lack of makeup and rather poorley done hair made them turn up their noses a touch.. they motioned for you to hurry up.. to move before they would drag you themselves.. even going so far as to saying they would toss you over their shoulders if they had to.. time was money afterall and they had things they would much rather be doing.. if she behaved and moved out they would flank her.. one on the left.. one on the right as they took that long red carpeted walk.. it would seem to take forever reall but in truth.. barely 5 minutes tops.. they reached those double doors and they were opened.. he remained there nearer the dais.. watching as she came into view.. his smile broadened but instead of it being nice or sweet or even charming it was kind of sick.. and more than a little bit twisted.. - .. shame about the face.. the hair.. .. he clucked his tongue- .. but the dress is nice.. suitable.. he moved toward her then.. motioning for her to spin around.. to twirl and show him what she had on.. the doors behind her closed and locked.. if she did spin he would allow her maybe one full go around before he would grip onto her arm.. pulling it behind her back.. the other hand upon the length of her throat as he held her back to his stomach..- .. Don’t ever try and pull a fast one on me .. You think I wouldn’t have noticed the name upon the parchment.. .. his fingers curled in about her throat a little tighter as he forced her to moved toward the table where the paper work rested- .. Correct it immediately or so help me god I am going to hurt you more than you have Ever been hurt before.. and then ill go after your children.. Ill wipe your families blood off the map.. Understand me little girl?.... he forced her to bend there.. the advisor held out the pen quil to her.. and they waited.. watching her closely.. the hand about her throat ahifted to rest against the back of her neck until she was done.. before he would release.. - .. Right.. consider it sorted then.. .. he would step back and move toward the dais where the priest was waiting with his book open.. - .. lets get this over with.. I have a date with a red room to make.. and we both know you don’t want to miss that.. .. he slapped his hands together.. the sound of it reverberated throughout the room as he laughed.. the priest and advisor along with a guard or two joined in.. all fake.. but its what he loved.. - .. Get over here immedatly woman..



(07:04:41 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *So far so good, at least that was what he wanted to think, but at the same time he didn’t really bet on that for long… Ace had a temper like a stick of tnt, just one flick to the fuse and he could blow a new asshole in the side of a mountain, and what was going on… Well… It was a bit more than just a bit of a flick… He also knew Ace wasn’t above taking pot shots, no more than he was from taking advantage of a situation, or trying to pull a fast one on him. He knew if Ace had the chance, he would teleport out of there given the first chance, and he wasn’t in the mood to play ‘chase the Ace’ about the castle… Hence the multi layered wards being dropped and Ryker being taken out of there as soon as he could… He didn’t want to give Ace any tools to use in his escape.* “Yeah I know… Desperate times and all that.” *He would have liked to explain everything in a more… Smooth like fashion… A little less drama and a bit more sense… But to be honest, he only knew what Sydel and told him, and Sydel in turn only knew what Rose had said… So he was getting this third party to start with, a lot of the facts were at this moment unknown to him, and he had no real answers to anything he might ask… He took the offered cigarette, fact was that he had none on him, he had come into this dry on the props so to speak… He lit it up himself and took a drag, though not going through it as fast as Ace did, he took his leisure of it…* “Listen, I don’t know all the facts this time around, in truth it came as a bit of a shock. I knew the fucker was plotting something, but I thought it was Rykers assassination or even Roses, but not this. Apparently he thinks she’s unfit for you.” *Though fuck most o that noise because what the hell did it matter? He took a drag and got it all out, again not his most graceful moment, but he had had worse a time or two… Hell, even recently… True, Sybelle would make a better Princess, she was the perfect figurehead… But Tirithon was acting like a kid with toys, holding a couple of dolls and smashing their faces together, making house… Though instead of stuffed bits of cloth and hair he was doing it with real people…* “From what I can see? Yeah. Looking at how this place is set up, I don’t even think he expected you two to make it back in one piece, which would have suited him fine in a way… If you or Ryker got hurt, you would have to take even longer coming back, which works in his favor…” *Aaaand there it went… The first pop off of the firework display… He remained standing, not too close, not too far… Outside of immediate punching range of course… Like he wanted to take a decker from Ace? He’s ran his rounds a time or two, but Ace had a left hook that was fucking nasty, even for him. At least Ace didn’t make a hard run for the wards, he had them several layers thick for a reason, and it sure as fuck wasn’t because it was peachy fun to do it… It would take Ace a bit of time sure, but he could blast through a ward or two on raw power alone, but several? That would take a lot more time and effort, and that was what he was hoping to cause, at the very least it would either exhaust him or take him so long to do it that there would be no going back…* “He can and he has… Knowing this situation? Tirithon probably threatened to kill her and that’s why she is going along with it… That or to kill the kids or someone else she loves. She wouldn’t do it for any other reason…” *He said, trying to speak logically to Ace but… then again… When the fuck did logic ever work when someone was pissed off? If anything, it tended to make it worse, at least for him… When he was pissed, he wanted to be pissed, not to have someone tell him that things were going to be fine… So in a way… He could see how he might not exactly be helping the situation…* “So you say you’re not gonna stay up here… Alright… Cool. Where you going to go? To the Castle? For what? You kill Tirithon and you’ll be executed for regicide and patricide. You want to die? I mean, I’m not going to stop you, but I’m not too fond of funerals man… No amount of style can make mourning look good on me. I’ve tried.” *Was any of this making sense? Probably not. But he hoped it was keeping things from maybe getting worse… He didn’t want to talk Down to Ace… He just didn’t want the guy to not have answers either… It was a messy situation…* “Talk to me… What is going on in your head? What are you planning? Trust me… I don’t want my wife being raped if it can be avoided, and if you have a plan that will honestly work, one that I can back up and follow… I’ll drop the wards here and now.”



(07:40:10 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

says to ° Is it better to be fea: *She honestly was giving the bare minimum… If she could have done less, she would have, and taken great joy in it… This was not marriage of love… Or even like… It could not even be dignified as a marriage of convenience for she had a beautiful happy life well without anything he could even imagine to offer her… So she had donned her dress and shoes, did her hair up so that much of it’s beauty was hidden, no added allure of makeup to accentuate her natural features… Jacob and Ace had fallen in love with her without a drop of anything on her face, to them she was beautiful without anything added, it was only Tirithon who wanted her painted up… Places like this demanding she be perfect all the time, with lacquered nails and mascara, lips tinted red as rubies… This… Was also a small rebellion… Her refusal to conform to what he wanted… When the loud bash on the door came it made her jump, too many memories flooding to the surface, so many of them old yet so new to her they still stung… She noted the two came in, the leer was nothing new, though why they did it was foul… Oh she recognized them by scent… Every elf has a unique flora to them… These two had been there at the hot spring… And if she remembered right, the ache in her arm told her one of them had been the one to break her arm, though which guard and which arm she couldn’t say… She looked at the physician, and all she could do was nod when he was ordered away, the one person she had around her at the time who might have cared for her in these moments… But he could not help her, he had done all he could in those moments, given her all the protection she could have in the form of the lie they had told Tirithon… The threats of dragging or even tossing her over a shoulder went unfounded, she shook her head, holding up her hand as she stood… Leaving something behind on the little armoire before walking out of the room… She had always hated the carpets here… The red she always thought was to hide the blood… Hers and others… It was so much easier than having to constantly wash the carpets or mop the floors… A hidden walk of scarlet pain… She thought it would run on forever, though she knew in her mind it was just a few minutes, but the walk in her whole life had never been a good one… When she came to the next set of doors, seeing him there at the dais, the way his face shifted…. He had lost his mind then… Truly… No sane man could smile like that… It made her stomach churn and her instinct of survival told her to turn and run… But to where? She had tried that before and it cost her dearly… She drew herself up to her five foot tall max, shoulders set back, chin up…* “I am glad you approve… You did say to keep it simple.” *More like she just did not want to give him the pleasure of her doing every little thing he wanted her to do. She was given the order to spin about, and for Ace she had enjoyed it, his reaction to her soft blue dress had been all she could have imagined… He had made her feel beautiful in those moments… This… This was so far from that it was more of a travesty… Still, she didn’t want to allow him any chance to put his hands on her, so she did as she was told… She turned… Only to find herself pulled against his chest with her arm wrenched behind her back, smelling the wine and medicine on him, hearing the doors close and lock… And if she had wanted to run… The chance was gone… She wanted to reach up and claw his hand off of her neck, but if she tried he would just tighten it, to press her in harder than she already was… Probably breaking the arm he had behind her and used to hold her fast to him…* “Did you expect I would make this easy for you…” *She said as he pushed her about, his fingers tighter about her throat, making her ears pulse and ring as he guided her to the paperwork… She would have refused… She would have loved to have refused… But her children meant the world to her… This wasn’t like before when she had nothing to lose… When she had no friends or family, where she felt herself expendable, the end goal worth every sacrifice… Just to ensure his death… She knew she had a mother out there too now… Alive… Would he go after her too? And Jacob?... She was bent over, forced to move under his hand, the sting in her arm from the movement lancing up into her shoulder socket and sparking out in white hot lances of pain… At least his hand moved from the front of her neck to the back, allowing the blood to move freely once more, the throbbing thrum in her ears dulling… She picked up the quill and held it over the paper, and crossed off the old fake signature, her fingers shaking just so softly… She signed her true name, or at least the one Jacob had told her, Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa… Setting the quill back in the pot she was allowed to stand, watching as he moved towards the dais, the priest standing there as if this were…. Normal… Had Ace’s mother been forced to do the same? Or had she been like herself, blinded by how he had once been, a gruff and rough sort of man but glorious to look at… All flash and fore hiding a broken nature?... Who could say… She had only known her at the end of her days, and even then, Tirithon had seemed to be unraveling… The threat of the red room was enough to make her heart stop in her chest for several moments before it picked up violently… Sydel… Would she handle that room?... She came when he ordered her to come over, not because she wanted to, but because she knew more than ever… If she didn’t.. Sydel would pay the price for it in that red room… So she stood silent at his side, looking down at the book there on the table, unable to do anything more than simply obey… Knowing the risk if she did…*



(05:49:24 )

...Black Hearted Beast..



Ace Koehler

..You know what happens when you run angel..

I catch you

: ..it had been an emotional roller coaster of a day and not one he really wanted to have go on for much longer.. this being the first time him and his brother were able to visit his Mothers resting place.. even if he knew better he was hoping.. or more so just trying to get that image out of his head , it was a lot easier to deal with thinking she was there.. beneath the ground.. than stuck in some horrific spiral with the rest of those witches.. coming across you though certainly came as a surprise.. seeing Ryker being sent off like that had his brows rising as he lit that cigarette.. he questioned what was up and you went into ..well a little bit of detail.. telling him what it was you knew about the situation.. and how Rose was being forced into marrying his Father.. he had rolled his neck and just about drank that cigarette dry.. tossing what was left of it down as it was crushed beneath his boot- .. unfit for me.. but clearly fit for him.. lousy slimey fuck.. .. he growled through his grit down teeth.. he had moved toward the wards there.. his hands having lifted.. fingers raking back through his hair as he felt the crackling energy all around him.. oh he knew you had drawn them all up.. he could feel it.. smell it.. see it even.. he was doing well to bottle down the anger.. the pure fury.. keeping it beneath the surface as his fingers curled in and out.. his fists balling up there at his sides.. he knew his Father had to have had something on her for her to have agreed- .. see I knew.. I knew this was all to easy.. him allowing Rker and I to come up here like this.. it just smelt wrong.. Ryker was so enthused I couldn’t hang back and I was certainly not going to let him go on his own.. Fuck.. Fuck it all to hell.. .. he growled.. shaking his head as his hands rose to rub at his cheeks.. he demanded you drop the wards.. like yesterday as he waited there.. he could drop them himself.. he knew he could.. but it would draw so much damn attention.. you picked him out.. knowing he wanted to go back to the castle to kill Tirithon.. but that yes he would be done for regicide at the very least.. he knew you were right.. he was just so damn frustrated on the inside.. he huffed out a breath.. shoving his hands down into his pockets- .. Fine.. FINE.. whatever.. .. he shook his head.. scratching his facial hair once more.. becoming more than a little agitated- .. I need to know she is ok.. the ceremony cant take that long.. I don’t have a plan..I have no idea man.. like literally I am.. at a loss.. completley… like sure.. could kill him but yes.. id be done.. and so would you.. anyone would.. cant interrupt the ceremony we’d probably be tossed down into the dungeons on the lower levels .. so long as she doesn’t consummate it.. then its not binding.. but fuck.. man I don’t know.. I just need to be back there.. even if its just to pace down the fucking hall way.. I’ve messed up enough I can’t fuck this up too.. so comeon.. let me go.. like.. yesterday



(06:15:55 ) ° Is it better to be feared or loved?°



Tirithon Koehler

…-she was the only pure thing in my life and in my life I neglected her-…

: ..he had watched her when she entered the room.. eyeing off the dress she had chosen to wear.. the simple white gown.. it wasn’t showy but it would be hard to miss the figure that was beneath it.. the fabric clung to it afterall.. he laughed when she said he asked to keep it simple- .. Ah I did.. but you could have just come naked.. would have mattered to me not.. might have sped things up a little.. .. the twisted grin remained there and he laughed.. the duo in the room did much the same though it was all so very forced and fake.. he had suddenly taken that upper hand though.. grabbing his hands upon her.. wrapping his fingers about her neck as he forced her back toward the paperwork- .. You’l watch your tongue girl.. You’l make things very.. very easy for me.. or you will pay the price.. and yet.. it wont be You that pays the price.. oh no.. it will be people that are attached to you.. Do You Understand Me?.... he snapped into her ear as he forced her to the table and watched her signing her name upon the paperwork.. he nodded to the advisor who took the scrolls away.. moving to stand off to the side as he released his hand upon her and he moved over toward the priest.. he ordered her over to him.. pointing to the spot there before him.. - .. Don’t hesitate.. Just get over here Woman.. .. he crossed his arms there about his chest.. waiting for her to move into position before he would turn his head to the priest.. nodding..a signal that it was to begin.. - .. This will be quick.. I don’t want fluff and hearts and words of birds and love.. this is clearly little more than a binding agreement.. and it should be treated as thus.. You can keep all the bunnies and roses shit for my son.. .. he waved his hand dismissively.. the priest nodded.. looking perhaps a little perplexed.. turning the pages in the book that he had pre-organised as they would no longer he suitable.. the old white haired man cleared his throat.. he must have had one foot in the grave surely.. or maybe he was only being kept alive by artificial means.. the priest turned to her nodding his head- .. Maiden, are you certain of your heart's call?.... he would ask.. wincing maybe a little as he knew there was a touch of romance in there but it was how the words had been written for centuries.. he couldn’t change them.. he would wait on your response before turning to Tirithon where he would ask - .. Keeper, are you certain of your heart’s call?.. .. Tirithon would laugh there.. rolling his eyes as he clapped his hands together- .. Aye, indeed.. I’m certain.. .. he nodded.. the priest turned back to her and Tirithon.. asking them both- ..Have you reflected upon the import of your union, your desires and destiny?.... his old head tilting there.. an almost plea in his eyes to just agree.. so this could be done for the old man knew if there were any interruptions it would irritate the King..he waited.. Tirithon looked to her there before he laughed again.. he was quite jovial tonight- .. Yes yes.. get on with it old man.. .. he shifted his footing watching the priest then who turned back to her- .. Then bow by your heart, maiden, and repeat after me.. By my hearts trueness, I vow to stay by his side.. .. the priest would wait a moment.. or however long was required before he would turn to Tirithon- .. and Your majesty please repeat after me.. Vow by your heart, Keeper.. By my hearts trueness, I vow to stay by her side.. ..Tirithon waited.. even interjecting when she said she would be at his side.. making an off the cuff remark about her being on her knees.. the Advisor sniggered behind him somewhere- .. By my hearts trueness, I vow to stay by her side.. .. he waved his hand a little.. the priests brows rose at the dismissive nature the King was having but quickly reverted to his stoic face.. - .. there are rings?.. .. he waited.. Tirithon didn’t move but the Advisor did.. approaching to place a simple gold band with ruby red stones upon the priests book.. she may well have recognised it.. it would have been one of Aces Mothers rings.. he reached out for her hand then.. sliding the ring onto her finger.. and she would be instructed to do the same to him.. before the priest would interject- .. And those vows I have witnessed and that union I shall declare. You are not a husband and wife..You may kiss to seal this union.... he nodded.. taking a step back then.. his grin just grew.. widened almost to the point of wickedness.. he reached for her.. his hands were warm when they slid across her face.. smoother than they should have been for he never worked a day in his life.. he crushed his lips upon her own.. stealing her very breath from her lungs in the process..his tongue shoved down into her throat.. oh there was no real finesse to it.. it would be akin to raping someones mouth before he drew back suddenly.. smacking his lips together as he laughed- .. Ha!.. Wonderful.. Fucking Fantasic.. now you’re not going anywhere.. you belong to me entirely.. more so than you did before.. Just one last piece to fuse this puzzle.. I could make this easy.. and just drop you right here.. right now.. on this cold hard floor.. take whats rightfully mine.. but no.. we have a date.. and you have one hour.. to meet me there.. dressed appropriately .. .. he reached.. gripping her chin.. her jawline roughly- .. Don’t even think about running.. Ill hunt you down Wife.. .. he slapped his hand across her cheek there before he moved to turn.. motioning for the advisor to come with him as he laughed and went to make his way out of the room.. mentioning something about alcohol and drugs on his way.. he had preparations to make… guards would remain close to her.. the physician was just outside the doors-



(11:50:55 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: “Bit of the pot calling the kettle on that one I admit… Never did understand the logic on that one.” *But then again, he could honestly say he understood virtually nothing about Tirithon, and that was saying something. Oh sure, he knew how to placate the man, how to get in and stay in his good graces. But actually understanding him? The mechanics behind the mastermind? Hell no. He had a niggling thought that Tirithon was insane. How long he had been like that or if he was born off his nut he couldn’t say, but he knew one thing for sure, the touch of madness was all over that man. Of course Ace had his own moments, but then, didn’t they all? All he knew was that Sydel had asked him to do this, and he was going to do it, if for no other reason than she had asked him to. This was something SHE felt she needed to do. He wasn’t about to tell her no or to stop her. He had ported Ryker out the moment he got there, dropping the wards as well, trying to keep the important things safe… Everything else? Meh. Expendable. He knew Ace was pissed, who wouldn’t be? His job was just to keep his busy, distracted so that the girls could… Get it over with… He couldn’t really think of anything else…* “We both knew something was up… We just didn’t know the what… Rose is safe right now, that’s all I know, and I can promise Sydel won’t let anyone hurt her. She’s the closest thing she has to a friend.” *He trusted Sydel… More than anyone else, and if he were to be completely blunt, he trusted her over everyone… Even though he also knew, hands down, she would be the one to kill him too… It was only right and fair that the thing he loved be the very same to kill him… And he was alright with that… Happy even, in a twisted, macabre sort of way. He tried to get around to a little bit of logic there for Ace, hoping that if he made him think, it would be less emotion and more thought process.* “Ace… I know we don’t always get along, that’s just how we are. We see things differently. Still, I think you’re a friend, and I don’t entertain many of those. Be front with me… Is this because you don’t want to have left her alone again when things went to shit?” *He knew what Dravanos had done had fucked Ace up badly… Hell, it had fucked up Chris and Sydel too, his son had certainly shook them all by their short and curlies… He figured that Ace just didn’t want to not be there for Rose… And if he could trust Ace to actually stay out of the way… To not interfere or bungle the shit out of everything… He would help him out… If Ace said it was for a good enough reason, he would drop the wards, or at least all but one… The One was up as a just in case for a moment.* “Is there a place where the two of you both can do and not be seen?... IF anyone spots her, or you, the gig is up and everything will go to shit… But if there is a place… I will teleport you there, and you can teleport her to you, I’m sure? Or find some way to let her know? I can’t do you both, they’ll get a whiff of my magic at play and I can’t afford that right now.” *He would wait for Ace to give him the Ok before he would drop that ward and teleport him out… Would he be far away? No… He was going to shadow Ace the entire time, and if he looked like he was going to do anything to jeopardize the fine balancing act, he would shut him down.*



(13:19:36 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: *True… Even if she wore the biggest ball gown ever created, there was no way to hide the small waist or flaring hips, no amount of corsetry could flatter her bust… She had chosen the dress because it was plain and simple, it held no beautiful decorations, not a drop of lace…. It was not a dress she had picked for herself, it had no touch of her style or flare to it, it was… The closest thing to an all out revolt that she could possibly have without putting herself and others in danger…* “And give you the pleasure? Not Likely… “ *She said in response to his prod at her, the way he was grinning and laughing, that sick twisted taint of a nightmare this all had to it… She could only rebel in small ways, things that wouldn’t goad him to rage, things that wouldn’t make Sydel’s time worse… Of course her little rebellion there, that little spark of satisfaction was quickly doused, for the moment he had her turn he was on her like a wolf. Hand about her throat and on the back of the neck, making her correct the false name on the paperwork, putting her true one to the page… What choice did she have, the threats of hurting others to hurt her, it was more than enough to make her stand by him… She would have loved nothing more than to refuse the paper, to just let him beat her to death, or at least try to… Gods know he had given it his best shot… But it wasn’t her he would strike… She wasn’t sure if it was because he had been told her pregnancy was his or not, but he was now using everyone she cared for against her, when before she had no such weakness… Now he would hurt Jacob, Sydel, Sybelle… Her babies, her sweet little ones who hadn’t done a single wrong, he would snuff them out without a thought… Her mother, this woman she had never met but was still very much alive, who had been to her wedding… He could hurt her now… Losing any one of them would devastate her for life… He had ordered her beside him, his words, the snap of his teeth by her ear still ringing in her head… She would not drag her feet, nor would she sit there and dig in her heels, his threat… Was more than enough to make her listen… So to his side she walked, coming to stand beside him, wondering… Was this priest in his pocket?... He had to have been… It would have gone against everything the Elvish race stood for… Perhaps… This old priest owed his life to Tirithon in the guise of what?... Prolonging it? What good was the point of living forever? Or… Did Tirithon keep him alive as a sort of torture and the priest did as he was told in hopes of being set free to the Farshore at long last? She couldn’t say… All she knew was Tirithon beside her, telling the priest to forgo gilding the lily, to cut to the main parts… All the other stuff would be for Ace… She hated him for that… If she could not hat him for anything else… Then that was at least allowed her… It came too easy to be guile… Tirithon just seemed over joyed to rip Ace from her not once, but twice, as if she had done some hellish evil to him… She had done nothing wrong… The priest asked her if she were sure of her heart, and she simply looked at the priest there, the look in her eyes of… Are you honestly asking me that?... But her words were simple and soft.* “Aye…” *She half wished this was a nightmare she could wake up from… Everything about this was wrong… Yet Tirithon had her about the throat by those who had her heart, the threat was there, and she could do nothing about it… Tirithon was asked the same question, giving the same answer, hearing his laugh and the eye roll… Her skin was crawling… Her hands clenched hard before her… The second question and she forced the words past lips that felt dead and wooden.* “Aye…” *She didn’t want this to go on any more than the priest himself did… She repeated the vow, this small thing to some, but akin to being tortured to her…* “By my hearts Trueness… I vow to stay by his side…” *That comment just shortly after made her want to strike him, hard, to just rake her nails down his face and leave him scarred for the rest of his short miserable life… To blind him… Pluck those eyes out that he had no right to… He repeated the words after her, waving it away as if the words were just nothing to him, when to her she had spent months in devoted study to say the words over another couple in love… Like it was just a joke… But this time… They were a travesty of the truest form… There was a request for a ring, and she had run all about trying to find the ugliest piece of metal she could find… Of course… She had found it, locked away and buried deep, an old ring that had been made Just for him… Deep, deep in the catacombs of the hell she had been raised in… A bit of a promise from one God to Another… It was a simple band of raw gold, streaked through with impure minerals that made the gold appear dirty and disused, the surface beat down roughly into a circle shape while the inside had been polished to a mirror shine… She pulled it out form the simple sash under her bust, placing it down on the table, catching site of the other ring there… She knew it well… Ace’s mother had always had fine jewelry, Tirithon bought her pieces each time he beat her, as if it made up for it… Her hand was taken and the ring slid on, a little loose but enough to work, and she had to do the same… Then it was done… The priest announced them married… Husband and Wife… Married to the wrong Koehler… She was forced to face him, feeling his hands on her skin, her fingers by her side curling into white knuckled fists… When he kissed her it was all she could do not to bite his tongue off, it was just shoved down into her mouth, gagigng her… Making her reel back, trying to pull away, feeling his sloppy kiss in the wetness of his drool on her chin… When he pulled away she instantly wiped her mouth, feeling ill, her throat constructing as her belly heaved… The threat to rape her there and then was not idle she knew…* “Of course…” *He spoke about the date, the red room looming before her, his fingers gripping her chin hard… Enough to make her wince as his fingers dug into her soft skin, the threat, telling her not to run… As if she had somewhere to go where she could hide and her family would be safe… The slap was expected yet not, it took her by surprise in the way her cheek stung, her head turned to the side as he laughed while he left… She turned around, her cheek red, though her eyes were dry.* “Leave, fools… The Physician will assist me…” *If the guards remained close she would drop them personally by dragging all their blood to their feet with a flex of magical energy… She had to meet up with Sydel, and hopefully Sydel was in her room, ready..*



(18:40:46 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: *True… Even if she wore the biggest ball gown ever created, there was no way to hide the small waist or flaring hips, no amount of corsetry could flatter her bust… She had chosen the dress because it was plain and simple, it held no beautiful decorations, not a drop of lace…. It was not a dress she had picked for herself, it had no touch of her style or flare to it, it was… The closest thing to an all out revolt that she could possibly have without putting herself and others in danger…* “And give you the pleasure? Not Likely… “ *She said in response to his prod at her, the way he was grinning and laughing, that sick twisted taint of a nightmare this all had to it… She could only rebel in small ways, things that wouldn’t goad him to rage, things that wouldn’t make Sydel’s time worse… Of course her little rebellion there, that little spark of satisfaction was quickly doused, for the moment he had her turn he was on her like a wolf. Hand about her throat and on the back of the neck, making her correct the false name on the paperwork, putting her true one to the page… What choice did she have, the threats of hurting others to hurt her, it was more than enough to make her stand by him… She would have loved nothing more than to refuse the paper, to just let him beat her to death, or at least try to… Gods know he had given it his best shot… But it wasn’t her he would strike… She wasn’t sure if it was because he had been told her pregnancy was his or not, but he was now using everyone she cared for against her, when before she had no such weakness… Now he would hurt Jacob, Sydel, Sybelle… Her babies, her sweet little ones who hadn’t done a single wrong, he would snuff them out without a thought… Her mother, this woman she had never met but was still very much alive, who had been to her wedding… He could hurt her now… Losing any one of them would devastate her for life… He had ordered her beside him, his words, the snap of his teeth by her ear still ringing in her head… She would not drag her feet, nor would she sit there and dig in her heels, his threat… Was more than enough to make her listen… So to his side she walked, coming to stand beside him, wondering… Was this priest in his pocket?... He had to have been… It would have gone against everything the Elvish race stood for… Perhaps… This old priest owed his life to Tirithon in the guise of what?... Prolonging it? What good was the point of living forever? Or… Did Tirithon keep him alive as a sort of torture and the priest did as he was told in hopes of being set free to the Farshore at long last? She couldn’t say… All she knew was Tirithon beside her, telling the priest to forgo gilding the lily, to cut to the main parts… All the other stuff would be for Ace… She hated him for that… If she could not hat him for anything else… Then that was at least allowed her… It came too easy to be guile… Tirithon just seemed over joyed to rip Ace from her not once, but twice, as if she had done some hellish evil to him… She had done nothing wrong… The priest asked her if she were sure of her heart, and she simply looked at the priest there, the look in her eyes of… Are you honestly asking me that?... But her words were simple and soft.* “Aye…” *She half wished this was a nightmare she could wake up from… Everything about this was wrong… Yet Tirithon had her about the throat by those who had her heart, the threat was there, and she could do nothing about it… Tirithon was asked the same question, giving the same answer, hearing his laugh and the eye roll… Her skin was crawling… Her hands clenched hard before her… The second question and she forced the words past lips that felt dead and wooden.* “Aye…” *She didn’t want this to go on any more than the priest himself did… She repeated the vow, this small thing to some, but akin to being tortured to her…* “By my hearts Trueness… I vow to stay by his side…” *That comment just shortly after made her want to strike him, hard, to just rake her nails down his face and leave him scarred for the rest of his short miserable life… To blind him… Pluck those eyes out that he had no right to… He repeated the words after her, waving it away as if the words were just nothing to him, when to her she had spent months in devoted study to say the words over another couple in love… Like it was just a joke… But this time… They were a travesty of the truest form… There was a request for a ring, and she had run all about trying to find the ugliest piece of metal she could find… Of course… She had found it, locked away and buried deep, an old ring that had been made Just for him… Deep, deep in the catacombs of the hell she had been raised in… A bit of a promise from one God to Another… It was a simple band of raw gold, streaked through with impure minerals that made the gold appear dirty and disused, the surface beat down roughly into a circle shape while the inside had been polished to a mirror shine… She pulled it out form the simple sash under her bust, placing it down on the table, catching site of the other ring there… She knew it well… Ace’s mother had always had fine jewelry, Tirithon bought her pieces each time he beat her, as if it made up for it… Her hand was taken and the ring slid on, a little loose but enough to work, and she had to do the same… Then it was done… The priest announced them married… Husband and Wife… Married to the wrong Koehler… She was forced to face him, feeling his hands on her skin, her fingers by her side curling into white knuckled fists… When he kissed her it was all she could do not to bite his tongue off, it was just shoved down into her mouth, gagigng her… Making her reel back, trying to pull away, feeling his sloppy kiss in the wetness of his drool on her chin… When he pulled away she instantly wiped her mouth, feeling ill, her throat constructing as her belly heaved… The threat to rape her there and then was not idle she knew…* “Of course…” *He spoke about the date, the red room looming before her, his fingers gripping her chin hard… Enough to make her wince as his fingers dug into her soft skin, the threat, telling her not to run… As if she had somewhere to go where she could hide and her family would be safe… The slap was expected yet not, it took her by surprise in the way her cheek stung, her head turned to the side as he laughed while he left… She turned around, her cheek red, though her eyes were dry.* “Leave, fools… The Physician will assist me…” *If the guards remained close she would drop them personally by dragging all their blood to their feet with a flex of magical energy… She had to meet up with Sydel, and hopefully Sydel was in her room, ready..*



(05:21:51 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..in her story he is the villain..

..But in her heart, he’s still the reigning King..



: ..she had left Nautilous out there in the surrounding forest.. having slipped back into her Sybelle garb ..which enabled her access to the castle proper.. she was able to move freely.. no one interrupted her or distracted her.. she knew she had things she had to do.. and she was mildly concerned over the what ifs.. and what could happen.. but overall she was confident she could pull it off.. she had slipped into your room.. settling down upon one of the chairs there..fingers lightly drumming against the table top as she peered at her lavender coloured reflection in the mirror before her.. she poked and proded at her face.. it was just that little bit more fleshy than she liked.. you had done well to leave her with instructions on what she had to wear.. seemed simple enough.. the outfit whilst there wasn’t a great deal to it.. well it made sense in some sort of way.. slave related.. she certainly wasn’t surprised to learn it was what Tirithon was expecting.. she let the glamour drop.. slipping out of the clothing she wore.. the slacks.. the shirt and jacket.. she applied the chains.. letting them settle and sit where they were meant to.. in her current state it didn’t fit so well.. she was quite a ways smaller and a bit more angular than you were so it sat a little bit.. odd.. though she knew once she slipped into that new skin it would sit snug against it as it should.. she moved across to pull a robe from the closet there.. just something simple.. it would keep her covered as she made her way down the long hallway toward this infamous red room.. she slipped the robe onto her frame.. drawing the tie about her slight middle there before she sunk down to sit upon the edge of the bed.. making sure she was out of sight from the door when it would inevitably open.. she waited.. and waited.. continuing to glance toward the door there.. eager for it to open.. though she was prepared to throw her glamour back up if it turned out to be the wrong face entering.. she had conjured up some strong aged whisky.. placing it within a glass there.. knowing full well that it might be something you would require after such a.. stressful event.. sharply pointed ears picked up on the sounds of footfalls outside the door.. she sat on edge ready to throw the glamour up if required.. the door naturally moving to open before she laid those milky eyes upon you there.. and the physician close behind you.. her brow rose a little.. she moved to stand.. reaching for the glass as she held it out to you.. watching as the physician closed the door quickly behind you.. throwing the lock over.. he bawked a little at her.. she simply tilted her head but said nothing.. turning her attention to fall back upon you.. - ..how long have I got?.... she would question.. sliding her hands down into her pockets .. remaining eerily calm considering all that was going on.. - ..is there anything I should know? Going on?.. anything I should be saying?.. reacting?.. I don’t mean what he could be doing.. .. she waved her hand a touch- .. that’s handled.. we are talking about you.. .. her lids fluttered just a little.. her lips twitched as the crackle was present in the air there.. her milky skin tanned considerably in comparison.. her hair.. that icy white coloured.. she filled out.. rounded out.. colour in her cheeks.. her lips and then her eyes.. - .. anything you think you can help me with.. .. her brows furrowed her voice wasn’t quite right.. stuck somewhere in the middle.. she huffed a touch..clearing her throat- .. might save my skin on occasion if possible.. .. Ah that was better.. smooth and sultry just like yours was.. perfect replica.. just her skin was still quite cool.. but she knew she could fix that.. she knew she would need a bit more help.. so she latched onto her nearest and dearest.. her heart..her husband.. he would have felt the tug upon his person.. a sudden cooling sensation as it clutched like her own slender pale fingers wrapping around his heart .. with a whisper.. of her voice.. telling him she needed just a little help.. before her body would warm.. not too much.. not too little.. just that soothing comfortable temperature that would match your own - ..You’l be alright.. .. she nodded- .. Nautilous has gone out to get Ace.. I doubt he will be far away..



(05:39:20 )

...Black Hearted Beast..



Ace Koehler

..You know what happens when you run angel..

I catch you

: ..his shoulders sunk when you asked if it was all because of what happened when she was left alone that one time before.. when everything went wrong.. when Everything happened ..more than he could have ever predicted.. his heart lurched in his chest.. enough to make him have to clear his own throat- .. somewhat.... he would utter quietly.. he would never.. ever forgive himself for that night, never.. even though he never cheated.. even though nothing happened on his side of it.. the fact he left and it allowed her to be so wide open to so much hate and disturbing violence.. well.. forever and ever upon his conscience.. burnt into his memories.. his mind.. right before his eyes.. - .. I can’t leave her back there on her own.. I might not be able to stop the ceremony.. much as I would like to.. because I know it will cause a fucking chain reaction that will inevitably make things one hundred times worse than they are right now.. and it would appear that Rose and Sydel have this all pretty sorted on their own.. .. he rubbed his forehead quite roughly as if agitated- .. Its frustrating not being able to do anthing though.. to have to be a viewer from the outside almost.. That’s whats annoying.. I do have a place where I can go.. that only she and I know..its hidden away.. in amongst a million passages.. and secret doors.. it’s a room.. that we used to hide away in when we were younger.. .. his hands slid down to rest there against the back of his neck.. rubbing against the flesh just beneath his hairline..- .. maybe you could get me back there.. .. he exhaled.. shaking his head as he shoved his hands then down into his pockets- .. and then I could pull Rose to me.. but I couldn’t right away.. you would have to go seek her out to see what she is up to and who is around her..I am going to guess the ceremony is over by now.. though I can’t be entirely certain.. I don’t know when it began afterall.. .. his brows furrowed.. he huffed out a breath.. dragging his tongue across his teeth- .. Take me to the room.. you go find her.. You may need to glamour her up just in case.. if Sydel is Rose.. maybe make Rose Sybelle for the short time?.. I know she has been working on her magic.. and.. is really quite fucking good considering how long she’s been working on it.. but.. I’m not sure in this situation that we could trust she could hold it up under all the stress she is no doubt already under.. .he rubbed his forehead again- .. Could you do that?.. go to her chambers? Collect her? Get her to a place.. then I could port either her or both of you over to me.. for the interim in any rate.. until we have some sort of idea of whats happening.. whats going on.. and we might well be able to check in on Sydel.. I know.. for example that the room has viewer holes in the walls.. they were made for my Fathers lackeys to get their jollies off of watching him burn some of those girls.. the eye holes are up behind the paintings in the grand ballroom upstairs.. or they used to be.. don’t know if they still are.. .. he grit his teeth together- .. Need to be back there.. like.. immediately . Im serious.. I feel like im going to fucking explode if I don’t get back there now..



(09:40:38 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: *It was with no small amount of satisfaction that she had dropped those guards who tried to be miniature versions of Tirithon… She was a pseudo queen right now, and if they thought for two seconds she wouldn’t take that power with both hands and beat them with it, they were quite off their nut. She and the doctor had made fast tracks back to her room, not out of fear though some might see it as that, it was more her eagerness to find Sydel and do all she could to help… Sydel was really going out of her way to help her with something like this, the least she could do was try to prepare her as much as she could, because with Tirithon… It was never just the standard vanilla rape… Especially not in the Red Room… Gods… Even as strong as Sydel was… She just hoped Tirithon would not go full tilt… That the pregnancy being told it was his would keep him back, hold him at arms length, stop him from going off the deep end. When she arrived at the door it was with only the Physician in sight, she wanted her privacy and she was going to get it, trusting the good doctor to mind his p’s n q’s. Once in she saw that Sydel had dropped the glamor and guise to just the Sydel she knew her as, seeing the doctors face just go a bit of the wtf, she waved her hand at him rapidly.* “This is who she is, accept it as the beauty she is, or get the hell out.” *She snapped at him, after all of this, no one was ever going to make a face like that at Sydel around her again. Not if they wanted to keep their face in the same shape they were born with. She saw the glass in Sydels hand, smelling the fine old whiskey, her shoulders dropping in relief as she took it from her fingers.* “Thank you… I thought I would have to gargle bleach after that debacle…” *She swished the whiskey around in her mouth, the sting of her cheek already fading, the red mark going to nothing shortly after… Tirithon didn’t have a quarter of the strength Ace did… She downed half the glass, wincing and coughing a bit before shaking her head, leaning against the counter.* “We have half an hour at best… Tirithon likes to speed up time to suit him… Tirithon likes it when you scream… He will go out of his way to make it happen, but you can’t give it up right away, otherwise he gets no joy form it… You have to bite it back, to act as if you enjoy it, until in his mind the pain has gotten too much for you to handle and then you need to scream… Hard. The type of scream depends on what he’s using… If it’s the pear, the scream needs to be repeated and frequently because it’s not something that comes and goes quickly, but if it’s the whip or cane short sharp ones are better.” *Tirithon lived to hear a woman scream in pain, but the reason why she lasted and the others didn’t? She didn’t give him the pleasure of it right away, she make him work for it, and that was where he got his pleasure from. Too easy and he was bored, and no scream at all made him feel as if his manhood was in question and women died, but a mix of both… That was what he wanted… What she had been trained to give him… And again she mentally wondered how in the hell he could have ever questioned why she had fallen in love with Ace... She was taking another drink as Sydel took on her form and figure, a good thing that she too had her nipples pierced or things would be a little painful in the here and now, though the rings were different… She reached into her drawer and pulled out a small black bag, a set of rings in them with bells, handing them to her when she wsa ready.* “He will bell you with a collar most likely… Or collar you in general… The type I can’t say… Sometimes its hemp rope that will make you bleed, other times it’s the softed butter like suede… He was talking about alcohol and drugs when he left so I know he is going to drug you… With how he is now… It won’t be good. I have something…” *She had found it when she went digging up old treasures… Or rather… Old tools… It was how she had found the ring for Tirithon, that cursed little gift, which surely would do its work in the near future… She pulled out from the same open drawer a little vial of clear liquid, though it seemed quite thick, like corn syrup than water… She would hand Sydel the vial while finishing down the last of the whiskey in the glass.* “It’s called Mercy… It’s something Slaanesh’s women have to use sometimes when we’re put up for a…. Rougher go… When we’re drugged for…. Mass use… It helps to keep us alive when we’re poisoned… It also keeps us from bleeding out, causing the blood to clot faster… It won’t remove the effects of what your poisoned with… You’ll feel everything… But it will keep the damage to a minimum… I just… I can’t let anything happen to you or the baby… I’ll do all I can to keep you both safe through this… For saving me… And my little one too…” *She came forward and sat down on the bed with her, not touching her but sitting next to her, knowing Sydel was not the touchy touchy type…* “If you need me… I won’t be far… Ask me for memories and I can give them to you… I’ll share what happened in years past and it will make it more… Convincing… The more you please him… The less damage he will inflict and the faster he… Finishes…” *She said and say there with her for a few more minutes, waiting for her to drink the vial and change out the rings, only then standing to walk with her to the door.* “Regardless… I do love you Sydel… Even before you offered to do this… Just know that my heart goes with you in a lifetime of thanks… For me, and for my family…”



(10:29:10 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *He thought it was a valid question, but at the end of the day, it perhaps wasn’t one he had a right to ask… What had happened there had changed a lot of things for everyone, for Sydel and him, for the future of several people… But he wanted to know if that was why Ace was pushing so hard… True, there could have easily been a good dozen reasons as to why Ace wanted to be there, and all of them rather good, but HE Wanted to know… Why? Because Ace was not acting like the normal Ace they all knew… He was far too calm… Too… Controlled… Ace usually flipped off the backboard of the deep end and destroyed just about everything in the immediate vicinity… But there were no real shows of temper, no massive screaming fits, no explosions… It was… Like Ace had learned control somewhere along the way… He just grinned a bit when he said Rose and Sydel had it sorted on their own.* “We didn’t marry women who needed our protection… We married women who can stand beside us and protect us too.” *In the end, it was why he couldn’t marry Sybelle, or why Ace couldn’t either… They needed a woman strong enough to survive on their own, who could take what life with men like them could be like, knowing that with them… It was never going to be just sunshine and rainbows… True, their lives would be wonderful and full of adventure and passion, but the waters of their lives? They would never truly be smooth… And some days? The waves would almost drown them… It was why they needed women like Sydel and Rose… Because they needed someone who could take the world life could throw at them and laugh about it, asking for seconds… But that was neither here nor there… It was just a passing thought…* “I can get you there no problem… Even if I don’t know where the room is, I’ll get you there on your own memories, that’s fine…” *Getting Rose might be a little bit more of a trick… He wasn’t sure what was going on there, what her mental state was, or if he could even find her. Rose was… Viciously good at hiding really. A pain in the ass even on a good day. He was about to speak when he felt Sydel there… Their shared a link no one else could touch, one that made the offer Hanali gave to married couples seem like a joke, for while Hanali shared passion and desire… He could take pain for Sydel… He could take her damage, her bruises, her agony… He could share it all… And that was what he felt when she reached out, drawing on his power and his strength, to which he couldn’t have been happier for… Her little whisper there, her words, she would have felt his warm chuckle… A bit of a tease… ‘As if you had to ask…’ He wouldn’t let his concerns show through, she had more than enough on her plate and then some, the last thing she needed was to feel his worry for her. Instead he opened up that channel nice and wide for his one and only beloved, giving her all the access she needed, more than he had ever given her before… A sign of his trust in her to give her so much…* “The ceremony is over… Rose is safe… Sydel is leaving now to go and take her place in the Red Room… Or so I’m getting… Come on… I’ll take you to her room, from what I saw it’s just the physician there… From her room you two can go where you need to go… It’s easier this way. Hold onto your boots… We’re heading out…” *With that he would step in a bit closer, drop the last ward, and teleported them into Rose’s room. He would have been able to find the hidden one easy before, but with him and Sydel being linked, he wasn’t going to deny her even an ounce of himself if she needed him. Once there, he would give the two a bit of space, standing outside the door with the good Physician… His thoughts just on Sydel… Hoping Tirithon was a fast nutter…*



(20:22:20 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Ruivendil...

..in her story he is the villain..

..But in her heart, he’s still the reigning King..



: ..she tilted her head when you put the phyisician back in his place.. mentioning that he was to accept the beauty that she was or bugger off.. intriguing.. it certainly was.. and even a bit novel.. she’d never had a woman stand up for her before.. not really.. moving in to hold out the glass for you then.. nodding as you guzzled it down as if it were water..she sunk down to sit upon the edge of the bed there.. having asked you how long she had.. learning it to be as short as maybe thirty minutes max.. and then you went into detail for her.. about how much Tirithon liked to cause pain.. but to hold it back.. not be too eager to please right off the bat.. - .. makes sense yes.. wont be the first time I have had to deal with those types of personalities.... and she had.. from time to time.. though it was more over the course of a few people.. never just the one which made this one a bit different.. she had shifted her guise then.. pulling up the glamour.. it took a little longer for the voice to settle but it did in the end.. she took the new pieces of jewellery.. looking at them down in the palm of her hand.. curling her fingers over it.. idly wondering if it was indeed a smart idea to have pieces of metal upon her body that could be torn off at a moments notice.. still she removed her own.. placing them down upon the bedside table as she slid in the newer ones.. drawing that robe closed once more.. hearing you speak on how she would be collared.. she wasn’t new to being collared.. she wore one.. it was there permanently.. yet hidden from anyones sight other than Nautilous unless she felt the need to show it off.. you spoke on drugs and poison.. - .. I don’t have a problem with poison for the most part.. but I will naturally take precautions if they are afford to me.. .. she took the vial once it was reached across to her.. removing the cork there as she tipped her head back.. waiting on the thick syrup like liquid to drain down into her mouth.. rubbing her lips together in response to the odd taste .. she turned.. looking to you as you sat down beside her there.. thankful indeed that you didn’t suddenly lean into her or move to hug her or anything like that.. she placed the vial down upon the table there- .. I’ll be fine.. .. a mantra perhaps to herself more so than to you.. - .. You’l see.. just stay out of sight.. and keep an eye on.. .. she motioned to the physician..- .. cant really trust anyone around here.. .. she slowly moved to stand.. straightening out the robe then.. drawing it in so her near to naked body was covered in those lengths of silky fabric.. - .. if you do leave the room.. put up some glamour.. I’ll be back.. you’l see.. .. she lingered there for a moment longer.. just looking to you.. having drawn in the corner of her lip before she turned.. making her way out into the corridor.. and down the long dimly lit hall.. not going too slowly as she knew time was of the essence.. and the last thing she wanted to do was piss Tirithon off .. Nautilous and Aces arrival would have been just as she moved to scale those stairs to the lower levels.. before she disappeared out of sight-



(21:11:47 )

...Black Hearted Beast..



Ace Koehler

..You know what happens when you run angel..

I catch you

: .. he rubbed his head when you said they didn’t marry women who needed their protection.. that they had married women who could stand beside them and protect them too.. - .. I know.. I do.. she’s tough.. she’s strong and resilient.. I know all of this.. just.. .. he shoved his hands down into his pockets once more- .. I can’t let her go through something like this on her own .. I’ve fucked up.. more than anyone.. and this.. this right here.. is just the icing on the cake.. I should have Fucking known he was up to something.. I should have known it when we were suddenly afforded the chance to go and visit up here.. like what the fuck man.. .. his brows drew inward.. shaking his head.. he was really not very impressed with himself and this whole trip overall.. what more could go wrong?.. you had asked him where he could go.. a room perhaps? Somewhere where he could be ported to meet up with Rose.. he mentioned the room.. and you told him you could get him there no worries.. on memory alone if necessary.. he turned and looked down over the surrounds.. his fingers were still twitching.. he was still quite uncomfortable.. he didn’t know what Sydel had done for you.. he was not privy to what was going on there.. though his brow rose when you said it was all over.. turning then to glance over his shoulder to you.. he sagged a bit when he heard that Rose was indeed safe and that Sydel was off toward the red room.. huffing out a breath there.. he knew what all that meant.. you mentioned it was time to go.. back to her room no less.. that just the physician was there.. he nodded.. - .. thanks.. .. before he felt the ward being dropped.. the magical energy fading away.. before they would more or less appear there within the darkened deserted hallway.. even the staff weren’t around.. at least not at the moment.. he caught a glimpse of that silken robe and what appeared to be Rose moving down the staircase down the length of the hall there.. he lingered there a moment as he knew that was not her.. reaching across to pat his hand upon your shoulder.. - .. she’l be ok.. .. he’d be forever in both their debts.. for.. the rest of his life and well into the second he knew it.. and there would be no way he could repay it.. but he would certainly try.. he paused a moment longer before he moved to step into the room there.. having nodded to the physician as his eyes laid upon her there and he crossed that distance in a matter of a blink of an eye.. scooping her up.. his arms wrapped around her as he just clutched her to him.. his hand to the back of her head.. there to his shoulder as he had picked her up off the ground.. squeezing her tighter than was perhaps comfortable.. but he just didn’t want to let her go in those moments.. he was fearful he lost her.. or was about to.. - .. Good god.. .. he exhaled out a long breath - .. Are you alright? Are you ok?.. Please for the love of god tell me you are ok.. I sware it Ill tear this place to the ground if he has laid a hand on you.. .. his brows furrowed there as he released the hold upon her head.. looking down to her there as he slowly let her feet grace the floor once more..concern and worry evident within those slate grey eyes of his-



(21:47:32 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: *She wasn’t about to have anyone, anyone, making Sydel uncomfortable about herself. She knew what had happened to her was not her choice, the bleaching, the attitude… It was all the cause of a series of unfortunate events, things that were out of her control, and be damned if anyone was going to make her feel bad about it. She had no ill will to the Physician, he had helped Jacob and given him back his hand, and he had covered for her when Tirithon had suddenly shifted the tide of events on her. But that did not mean for two seconds she wasn’t going to put the man out on his ass if he thought for two seconds she would tolerate any disrespect. She had taken the glass with thank s and indeed, she hit it as if she were an old hand at drinking, but the truth was more like she needed the offered numbness the crystal cut offered her… She was badly shaken, still was, but the liquor helped to at least put up a buffer between her and her fears… After all, her part was over, and Sydel was taking the harder stretch… She had been asked how long and the time was given, and what information she could share, she did… It was hard to pack in years worth of abuse in a few sentences, but she did her level best, knowing that going on too long would be a waste… Short. Sweet. To the Point.* “I’m sorry…” *If she could have avoided this she would have, but there had been no choice, no recourse… Sydel could handle it, she had faith in her friends ability to overcome anything, and everything… But even with that, she had done all she could to make sure that Sydel would be as safe, as protected as she could help her to be… She had given her tips and tricks, how to work Tirithon as best as she could, as well as the new rings… She didn’t think it was safe either to be honest… But nipples could heal a lot easier than ruptured or bruised organs… And… Depending how things went… Tirithon might do nothing more than tug at them but leave them in the flesh… The collar was a must… Though she was unaware of the one that Sydel wore already, she just knew that Tirithon liked to have something that made it easy for him to choke her with, the fabric was of little consequence… If she was lucky it would be something soft, after all Sydel would be going in under the blanket protection of carrying Tirithons child, which was as much protection as she could give her on that level… Hopefully it was enough…. She went into the poison being used, and offering the little treasure she had found, the odd sort of bitter potion that would help her survive a bit easier… She knew Sydel was strong, but this would help make her stronger, and hopefully keep the worst from happening… After all, they couldn’t stop the wheel that Tirithon had set in motion, but they could help to limit the distance it rolled… And perhaps even stop it… Rather than go out to hug or hold her as she might have done with Sybelle, she simply sat beside her, hoping to give her some measure of peace in the closeness without things being too close…* “You’re the strongest woman I know Sydel… I’ve seen you bring men to their knees as if it were child’s play. I know you will be fine… But that doesn’t mean I am going to ever forgive myself for this… Or ever be able to repay you for taking this for me… My babies and I… We owe our lives to you Sydel, and I promise you, some day I will repay it…” *Tirithon would hunt them all down, slowly killing them off one by one, and he wouldn’t blink an eye at killing a child… Hell, he had tried to kill Ryker and his mother, his own wife and son… What would her children matter to him after all? It wasn’t as if Ace didn’t have a good bakers dozen before her own children… She watched Sydel move to get up, and she nodded her head softly, standing up with her. She pulled off the ring Tirithon had put on her finger, and slid it onto Sydels, knowing that Tirithon would notice it missing and perhaps sense something was up* “If he tries to betray me, I will be the least of his fears, because Ace will feet him his own ass hole while still alive… I will stay very, very well hidden, I promise… I will not jeopardize any of this… I wish you a speedy, and by all the gods, as painless as possible copulation with that monster… “ *She watched Sydel leave then and closed the door, keeping the Physician inside, not trusting anyone right now… Everything had been just stolen and ruined and made rotten… She felt dirty… She found the bottle of whiskey that Sydel had brought in and poured herself another glass, her fingers trembling just slightly, her heart torn… She was so grateful that Sydel was helping her like this… Yet she felt like a terrible person for even asking… Yet she knew if she were to have gone there, not only would she had lost Ace all over again, but she would have lost the pregnancy too… She felt the magical crackle and figured that Nautilous had come back, not paying it a whole lot of mind, in truth her brain felt as if it were quite burned out… She was just about to take a drink of the whiskey when She saw Ace come in first, Nautilous lingering about the doorway, and even that was lost to her a moment later. She was suddenly in his arms, cradled there as he held her tight, almost to where she thought a rib or two might crack… But it was perfect… She just melted into his arms and wrapped her arms about his neck.* “Ace…” *She breathed softly before curling into him as much as she could, her head to his shoulder, taking in the scent of his skin and his cologne.* “I’m Ok… I promise, I am ok…” *She wasn’t about to tell him about Tirithon slapping her, she wasn’t going to salt a wound, and it wouldn’t make things better. She was slowly let down, and once there she pressed her lips in a kiss over his heart, just a soft thing.* “Pull out a fresh dress for me… We need to go to the viewers hall… I promised Sydel she wouldn’t go into this alone… The secret passages are still there Ace… We need to go…” *She would put on what ever Ace handed to her after she got out of the simple white dress, putting on a pair of silent ballerina flats before she would open the panel in the wall, leading the way through for those who wished to follow.*



(22:18:38 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *He knew Ace was aware of it… He also just thought it might do him a bit of good to be reminded of it from time to time… Though… Perhaps it was just as important to be reminded how fragile they were too… After all, Sydel had nearly broken, and it had taken that to remind him that she was still a woman… A strong, fierce, fearless little killing machine yes… Oh she was a mans truest form of nightmare… But at the end of the day, she was just as fragile and delicate as any other woman… She just hid it better.* “You didn’t know any more than I did. I have been up his ass for days and even though I knew something was up, I didn’t know what, so we are both to blame.” *Hopefully Ace would take some solace in that and not beat himself up over it too much…* “This was still something you needed to do for yourself Ace… The why of it on his part was wrong… But don’t let the good that came from here be tainted by it.” *That was all he could say on that front… With that in mind, he had just wanted to make sure that Ace wasn’t going to mess things up… He would hold him here all night if that is what he needed to do to make sure things didn’t get messed up… But so far, Ace seemed to be…. Well… Different… Calmer… Like the quick to fly off the handle kid was replaced with the man before him… A bit of a shocker in a way… But… then again… Silverthorn was having that sort of an effect on all of them… It was not long after when suddenly he was given a moment with Sydel… That link being opened, help being requested, and given… He opened up the channel to her wide and clear, no limitations or hesitations, everything she might need or want was there for her to take… Even if it dropped him like a sack of potatoes, he would do it for her, because she had asked… He wouldn’t use much of the power himself from this point on, not until it was all over and done with, and only then would he allow himself to do anything more than the smaller feats… He had related it all to Ace before the last ward was dropped and they were teleported to Rose’s personal room, feeling Ace’s hand on his shoulder, the words… He nodded his head there, watching the fake Rose walk down the hall, knowing the truth under the glamor… Sydel wanted to do this… He wouldn’t take that from her… This was something she felt she had to do, and so all he could do was support her in it, to try and give her a solid place to stand on from which to work… Did he like it? No… He’d gladly kill the bastard himself and let them kill this body and be done with it… But this… It was something she volunteered to do… And that was all there was to it.* “I know…” * And he did… He knew Sydel would be taking every precaution, and he would be taking a good deal of the damage for her, keeping what her body suffered to the bare minimum. He knew he would be feeling it tomorrow for sure, but it was so, so worth it to know she wouldn’t be the one suffering. It was what a man was for, was it not? To protect his woman no matter what… She was his wife and he would always shelter her… Ace ran to Rose in the matter of a heart beat, and he guarded the door, watching the Physician and the hall… Hearing the little conversation between the two of them, Ace’s threats to tear shit down, Rose’s softer promises that she was ok… Her words that she needed to be there in the hall, or some other such place, saying she had promised to be near Sydel… He himself had promised much the same, so he would follow along of course… He left Rose to her privacy, letting her change with his back to her, working a simple silent spell on the Physician… One of silence… Mute voice… He trusted no one, and he would not let a soul tell Tirithon of the deception… Of course, the Physician wouldn’t know it, to him he would sound and talk just fine… Thinking everyone around him had gone deaf. When all was said and done, he would then move to follow Rose through the tunnels, silent as a monk… His thoughts only on his wife, his beloved, his princess… Making sure to keep the line nice and wide between them.*



(04:04:10 )

...Black Hearted Beast..



Ace Koehler

..You know what happens when you run angel..

I catch you

: ..he had all but darted into that room as if the world behind him was melting away or on fire.. he scooped her up .pulling her in so tightly to his chest.. almost breaking a couple of her ribs in the process.. he felt her melt into him and he just about toppled himself.. oh she was alright.. she wasn’t hurt.. he exhaled as he held her head close to his shoulder there.. stroking his fingers back through her hair.. he heard her voice.. it struck him suddenly.. smoothly and right to his very core.. his lids tumbld closed and he just sagged into her there.. he asked her.. pleaded with her.. begged her to tell her she was ok.. that he hadn’t laid a hand on her so help him god.. he would tear up the world to get to his Father if he had of.. she promised she was ok.. he slowly guided her down so her feet were brushing the soft mat beneath.. his head tilting down as he looked to her.. the concern.. the worry all of it evident within his steel grey eyes.. his hands rose to cradle her cheeks.. to feel that warm softness against his fingers and palms.. lightly brushing along the delicate soft curve of her jawline.. he exhaled when she pressed her lips just above his heart there.. such a loving gesture.. and it meant the world to him.. especially after all that she had just been through- .. I am sorry.. I am sorry I wasn’t here.. I had no idea.. really.. .. his brows furrowed once more.. she called upon him to pull out a dress for her.. that they needed to go to the viewers hall.. that she had promised Sydel she wouldn’t let her go into this alone.. he nodded as he moved away from her to the cupboard there.. pulling out a simple navy blue shift dress.. easy and quick.. it held no major adornments or anything like that- .. I told Nautilous about the room upstairs.. .. he handed her the dress then.. grasping a couple of small ballet style flats also.. she spoke about the secret passages and how they were still there.. he nodded- .. are you sure its safe though.. with you as you are.. should you perhaps glamour.. or something.. .. he turned glancing back to Nautilous.. motioning for him to follow along with them as she moved into the tunnel there.. he settled in just behind her and he gathered Nautilous would be there also..the stairs.. the pathways went for quite a ways.. seemingly around and around the castle proper.. they skirted the outer walls and beneath the main corridors.. before they got to that door there that would enter them into the small side kitchen.. where the help would have been if the grand room was used anymore.. but it hadn’t been.. not for a very, very long time.. not since well.. she had left.. when they entered through the hatch everything in this small area would be covered in white sheets.. dusty ones at that.. it would be quite dark.. he would send up a couple of light orbs.. nothing major.. nothing that would cause them to have any attention placed upon them.. just enough for them to find their way without running into anything.. he moved into the lead then .. he knew this area very well.. or he did.. once upon a time.. he moved through the kitchen and then to the door where the grand area would be.. where the ballroom once was.. but no more.. when they entered it would be quite dark.. darker than the kitchen.. - .. the windows must have been covered up.. its never usually this dark in here.. .. his brows would furrow.. - .. cover your eyes a moment.. I don’t want to blind you.. and I will if you focus on this when it goes up.. .. he waited until they had settled into their positions.. before they would have felt the crackle of energy.. and he tossed up a light starting out like a ball before once it hit the chandelier above.. it exploded silently.. so the room was suddenly just flooded with an lemony glow.. he hissed a bit as he hadn’t the chance to close his eyes before it split.. he blinked more than a few times.. his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness.. the rest of them however would notice the room no longer in its former glory.. it wasn’t polished painted boards.. with thick velvet curtains and furniture.. no it was just an art house.. filled with paintings of her.. all of them.. hundreds of them.. in all manner of positions.. happier ones.. ones where she was smiling.. ones where she was not.. though the further they went the more they might have noticed she became further disfigured as perhaps his obsession became more real.. in the middle of the hall.. was a high backed chair.. a table beside it with a cup.. a bottle of whisky and cigarettes.. one of them still warmed.. so it was clear his Father still came up here regularly and was even up here on this particular day, quite possibly just moments ago.. whilst Rose and Sydel were within their room getting organised.. and the painting that was before his chair.. was of them both.. Rose and Tirithon..in what could be seen as a bedroom setting.. the paint on it was still tacky.. still drying so it must have been commissioned not that long ago.. she was resting down upon a bed.. her eyes were lifeless and a thin trail of blood trickling out the corner of her mouth.. whilst he towered above her.. with a vial of poison within his hand ready to partake in it himself .. the pair of them wearing wedding bands.. she even had a veil on her head.. perhaps a prediction of his apparent desire.. his need for a suicide.. for the words beneath in elvish script.. ‘Mine till the end and then onward forever’..his eyes would have finally adjusted and in the time he had they grew substantially.. widened there as he looked around- .. What in the ever living Fuck.. .. he cursed.. quietly mind you as he didn’t want to draw attention to there being anyone up here.. he looked around.. there was paintings just Everywhere it was insane.. he looked back to Nautilous there..- .. seriously.. what the fuck.. have you ever seen anything like it?.. this is utterly fucking ridiculous.. .. he was at a loss.. a complete loss.. looking to her there as he came up behind her.. just sliding his arms around her from behind.. pulling her back to his chest.. his chin to her shoulder- .. we will get rid of all of these.. every single one of them.. burn them all.. this



(04:04:32 )

...Black Hearted Beast..



Ace Koehler

..You know what happens when you run angel..

I catch you

: .. I am sorry.. this is just wrong.. .. he whispered there.. if they moved toward the east end of the room the paintings could be moved from the walls.. the holes were indeed still there though they were dusty and a little webby in places.. the glass on the other end a little clouded but they would still get a good general idea of what was happening.. they’d be able to see Tirithon there.. standing in that lushly decorated red room.. reclined back in his seat.. Sydel having entered the room before he motioned for her to fall to her knees.. she did so fluently without hesitation.. it seemed to be going well enough.. he was laughing.. she was playing along perfectly.. if Rose ever wondered what she looked like when she put her smoulder on this would be it.. he was plying her with whisky.. shots of clear and amber coloured.. a mixture that would have a normal person fucked up in a matter of moments.. Sydel it would never bother.. she drank laced Deathshead without much problem.. whisky and vodka were like water.. but she played the part regardless.. swaying on her feet a little.. laughing at his utterly stupid jokes.. he placed the collar upon her.. it was the hemp twine.. pulled in tight with a length of rope attached so he could guide her around.. she took a moment though when he seemed in high spirits.. to bring his attention to something.. settling down on his lap there at the table as she pulled out a folder.. she stroked his face as she spoke.. he fell right into that web like a fly.. it was like calming a kitten.. they would not have been able to hear what was said.. but it looked as though a deal was being struck.. was being made.. and he seemed agreeable.. just what was she giving up for him to sign whatever it was upon the table?.. he seemed quite eager to sign it regardless.. before the folder was closed over.. and she turned in his lap then.. he pulled the rope tight and she stiffened.. straightening out.. Naut would have felt the slight restriction upon his throat.. the burn marks would appear upon the both of them there.. her heart was stammering as Tirithon suddenly stood which caused her to fall.. making the rope tighten even more.. she scrambled to her feet.. otherwise she would have strangled herself.. reaching back then.. her hand to the folder.. a drum of her fingers would have it disappearing.. hopefully without Tirithon noticing.. and the paper.. arriving into Nauts front pocket.. and so the torture would begin.. placing her in an apparatus not to dissimilar to what Naut did when she he broke her down.. Tirithon kept a hold of the rope.. keeping her body stiff tight.. so it would hurt more.. as he whipped the ever living hell out of her back.. her legs.. her ass.. her skin was red and broken in places.. whipping she enjoyed.. Oh she did .. but the deeper it went.. when it jumped the bridge between pleasure and pain.. oh she yelled out when necessary.. holding the glamour through this wasn’t easy but she was doing the best she could.. he suddenly released her from the stocks then and she just hit the deck..hanging herself as she grasped for the collar.. to grab it.. to hold it.. gasping for breath.. the paperwork should Naut have located it would have the signed declaration.. the release of the body known as Rosamund.. she had convinced him that now that she was his wife.. she was his forever anyway.. he needent hold her under such archaic laws.. she was his to do with as he so chose.. so he signed her bid for freedom..-



(10:47:50 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: *The way he held her was a slice of pure heaven… It was tight and hard, lifted her clean off her feet as he cradled her in his arms, his shoulder under her head with his breath whispering across her skin… What was there not to love, to adore? What was there not to be thankful for down to her very bones? She had just unpinned her hair so the curls were loose and free once more, falling easily over his arm as he ran his fingers through it, doing more to help relax her after it all than any amount of alcohol could… He had been worried about her and she told him she was ok, she would not admit or deny Tirithon hitting her, she just glazed it over on that front… She felt him just relax into her as she spoke, as if he didn’t think he would ever hear her voice again, a soft small smile as she felt him sag into her for just a moment… She promised she was alright, and she was, Tirithon had only slapped her… He was capable of a whole lot worse and they both knew that. She didn’t need him angry, he had more than enough fodder to do it on his own over the years they shared, she didn’t need to add more. She gave him something else to think about, putting his fears, his angers to rest. At least for the moment. After he had let her down, she had stepped in to place a soft kiss over his heart, just wanting to keep him with her… His feet on the ground beside her… Not up on Mt. PissedthefuckOff. She looked up at him there as she stood before him, seeing the worry in his eyes, the soft warm flesh of his hands on her cheeks… Oh that felt like heaven… She needed this bottled up… Something she could store up…* “None of us knew Ace… What matters is that you are here with me, right here, right now…” *He had come to her… He was here for her right now when she needed him the most, and in these moments, that was all that mattered… She didn’t want him to think about that though, not right now, there was so much else going on… Instead she had asked him to help her, to give his mind something else to focus on, something he could instantly get his hands on… She was sliding out of her white dress that had been meant for her after party, needing something different to wear, to get changed… Something she could move easily around in… She was gladder than she could say for the one he pulled out, the shift dress was mid thigh, loose and easy to work in, nothing that would make it hard for her to move about in… She pulled it over her head easily, not needing anything else to be fastened or zipped, and her nylons would be more than enough to keep her warm as they ran about… She smiled for him softly when he handed her the shoes, slipping them on easily, tapping her toes in that way she had so that the shoes were perfectly settled.* “It should be, when he was renovating something, a part of the tunnel collapsed so no one has used it… They don’t realize there is that the one from this room is still clear and safe to use… I’ll put glamor on though just in case, in this place, nothing is as it seems…” *She pulled up a bit of magic, she had more than enough in store right now, and she put on the guise of just a regular serving girl, straight short brown hair and brown eyes with copper colored skin. They started off then, the Physician staying behind, he had seen enough of what Tirithon had put her through to know there was no grand change… Besides, what ever Tirithon used on Sydel, she doubted the good doctor would be able to help in a way better than she or Nautilous could do. They made it there easily enough, though the ballroom area was black as sin, making her squint a bit… She normally had wonderful night vision too… From what she could see, there was a grand amount of tarps spread out, white shapes in the room that made it all seem a little disused… Or rather, more like a lot disused…* “I wondered why he didn’t throw a ball when we arrived… It isn’t like him not to flash and bang show off when given the option…. Something must have happened maybe…” *She whispered softly, nodding her head when he said he was going to throw up a brighter light, keeping her eyes closed until she could see the light through her lids… Only then did she open them, seeing what he had missed when he had inadvertently blinded himself for the moment, and she missed Nautilous altogether… She was staring at what the room had been turned into… What had been a beautiful and lavish ballroom, where she and Ace had danced once upon a time, was not even a shadow of what it had once been… Instead it held works of art, and she knew Tirithon was no art collector, the man had no taste… Rather than beautiful pieces of scenery or even abstract, there were painting of her, hundreds of them… She knew he had a few done… Some she had sat for… Some she remembered him commissioning… Like the one where he had first purchased her before Ace’s mother had died, she was just turned seventeen, her hair and face much the same as it was now… As if it had been done just weeks prior to today… Others where he had her in the bedroom, when he was feeling particularly romantic, having her painted naked and surrounded by flowers in her bed… But so many? She had never sat through more than twelve… As they went on she felt herself getting sicker… The artwork went from acceptable if not a little risqué, to downright macabre, and the worst part was that most of those were rather accurate… Though it was the big one then in the middle of the hall, the one that was still fresh, redolent with the smell of paint thinner and cigarette smoke… It was disgusting… Even a bit terrifying, seeing herself there, dead with a bit of blood streaming from her lips with Tirithon standing above her… The vial of poison in his hand like some foul version of Romeo and Juliette… So then Sydel would be facing this… This was what she had sent her into… A planned double suicide… Though really it was more of a murder suicide… She stepped away from them as Ace and Nautilous spoke, this was all just a disgusting discovery, and if she could she would burn the entire place down to the ground… His forever until the end and forever onward? She would rather sell herself to Slaaanesh as his personal whore for all eternity than ever, ever, ever be his…* “I never sat for more than twelve of these at most…” *She would say before Ace pulled her into his arms, and she had no idea just how much she had needed that until he did it, sagging against him for a moment because… This was all a little too much…*



(10:48:00 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

: “Don’t apologize for his madness… He did this himself, a sick man with a sick mind, and you are not responsible for either of them… If anything this is my own fault for feeding his desires and fantasies so much… But I Agree… Burn them all…” *She never wanted to see another painting like that again so long as she lived… They cleared the spaces where one could peep through, and though they were dusty and webby, they still looked directly down into the red room… Oh it was always lush… Only the finest of everything was in there… After all, she was meant to suffer there, not Tirithon… She watched it unfold as it always did… Tirithon wanted coddled and petted, he wanted stroked and told sweet little nothings, to be made out into something grander than he was… Through what happened next was unknown to her… The folder appeared… Something was said, a bargain struck, something signed… She saw the burns, the bruises and such starting to from on Nautilous, the white page sticking out of his front pocket… She ran over to his side and reached for that paper, and with good reason because Nautilous had begun to growl, and when he growled nothing good happened… She opened the page, stepping away from him as she read it, seeing what Sydel had done for her… That Sydel had found the final out for her… The way to be free of Tirithon without fearing being killed on his death… She was just free… She had gotten Tirithon to release her…* “Oh my God…” *She said softly before she handed the paper to Ace.* “ Stay here… Don’t move… Wait for me I won’t be long…” *She was getting Sydel OUT of there! She didn’t bloody care about Nautilous or his growing anger, or Ace’s possible confusion, she was focused on just one thing. She teleported in through the wall, coming up behind Tirithon as he was far too focused on watching Sydel struggle with the collar, watching her slowly hang herself… She reached for the biggest thing that she had on hand in the room, picking up the large wooden paddle used for spanking or bone breaking, and cracked him upside the head with it with one deft, well aimed swing. She dropped the paddle after watching Tirithon drop, though if he was knocked out or not she had no idea, nor did she really care to check… She cut through the ties about the collar so that it would no longer be choking Sydel, reaching out to catch her, to help her to her feet.* “I’m so sorry…” *She said before she would move to teleport them out of there, and just in time too, for moments later the whole black began to rock and vibrate… She would look to Ace there and nod her head, reaching out to take his hand, to hold it tightly.* “Please take us to the greenhouse Ace… I can’t carry her myself in my condition, not over that much of a space, and this whole place is going to fall down any moment…” *Nautilous had disappeared… But not perhaps from the space… Rather… Where he had once been standing was just a pile of shredded clothing, and up a little bit aways was a long black scaled tail, disappearing round the corner… From there she would wait until Ace could help her, and together they would get Sydel out of there, into the abandoned greenhouse that was her second favorite place in this the castle… Once there, she would begin to heal the damage on Sydel, to remove the poisons Tirithon had fed her, pulling it out through her skin in the form of vapor that she destroyed… She softly urged the flesh to knit closed with a soft, warm light, where as Jacobs was green her own was blue… But they were the same, and Jacob had been a very, very good teacher to her… She would never surpass him, but she could stand happily at his side, knowing she wouldn’t drag him down… That is where she would stay, removing the pain and damage from Sydel, free… Just… Free… There was a great crash like sound, the whole earth trembling and shaking as if from an earthquake, from where they were they could see the portion of the castle where that red room had been was gone… It was falling into itself, as if the structure were unsound, giving way… There was no fire… No smoke… Just a pillar of dust and debris as the roof collapsed and everything seemed to fall into itself like the three little piggies in the straw house… There would be no survivors in that area… All the paintings would be gone… Destroyed in the water that would be flooding out from broken pipes… What had happened? She had no idea… All she could do was bear witness to it as she worked on paying Sydel back for giving her the gift of her freedom…*





(11:58:06 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *He wasn’t going to barge in… He left Ace and Rose in their own space, in their own time, letting them do their thing… His thoughts and his attentions were on Sydel, hidden from him in red room, A red room where Tirithon had taken him not long ago to show off his tricks and toys… The mans taste for sadism knew no bounds, even for a man like himself who enjoyed pushing the envelope and watching the shocked reactions, that place was wrong… There was no way pleasure could be found in such a space, there was too much blood spilt, too much was meant for pain and no where near enough for pleasure… Imagining Sydel there at the hands of that sadistic little monkey was not something he enjoyed, in fact he was rather hating it, but this was something she wanted to do… Something she had elected to do… He was just thinking of her… About her… Keeping all his attentions on her so that she had all of his aid, keeping the line open, refusing to let even a second go by without him… When they were ready to go he followed behind, silent, not speaking… Why talk? There wasn’t a whole lot to say in these moments… Instead he just followed along, through passages hidden between the walls, passing this or that place on the way… Up stairs or down them… This and that turn… He felt a bit like a rat after a while, starting to get more than a little uncomfortable in the tight space, starting to need to push at the walls… Though before it got to being unbearable, they had come out into the ballroom, though he knew it wasn’t that… Oh Tirithon had brought him up here once, when he was having the last painting made, though the picture was not on it… He had been told it was to be a wedding portrait, thinking it was for Ace and Rose, which made sense… It was a royal wedding, shit like that was going to be out and about, pretty cut and dry… The smell of smoke and paint though… The paint specifically… When Ace tossed up that main light he just closed his eyes, opening them when the first bright flash was over, hearing Ace curse a bit as he was blinded by it… The following words after Ace saw what was around him… Admittedly he had through the same damn thing when he had first seen it himself, it had certainly proven to him that Tirithon was fucking insane, and had been for some time… Even with how much he loved Sydel, all that he had sacrificed, all he had done to make her his… He had NEVER even come a hairs breath close to this sort of madness… This was beyond sick and twisted…* “I did… Tirithon brought me up here when that canvas was still blank, showing off the other pieces here, most of which I hope were just from his sick imagination… He thought it was all rather impressive… I wasn’t going to tell you because if I did you’d pop off like a short fuse’d stick of tnt.” *And a fat lot of good that would do Anyone. He watched him go to Rose and pull her to him, and in truth he was just glad Ace was here, Rose needed him a whole lot more than she was admitting… She was putting on a brave face and he knew all about it, if only because Sydel did the same thing when she was in a situation like that, the whole ‘I’m Ok’ but really they were breaking inside… When they got to the proper place and the pictures were removed from the wall, so they could all look in… He nearly lost it… It was bad enough from the start to make him twitch… Oh it didn’t matter that it was Rose’s face there, he could see through the glamor as if it wasn’t there, just seeing Sydel put on her sultry look… The one she wore for him that always said ‘come here and fuck me’ that never, ever, ever failed to get him to pounce. As it went along, he saw the little byplay there, knowing she was working him up to get something she wanted… But what could she want that Tirithon had that she didn’t get from him?? It was a matter of oddness… He watched the folder being summoned, words being signed, the sudden collaring and choking… He clawed the wall there for a solid minute, his talons raking through the stone like it was plaster, his eye twitching… He was NOT ok with this… His control was crumbling pretty quickly, and it didn’t help to feel the sting around his neck, to know the cord was cutting into her fragile skin… He continued to claw the stone, feeling the paper pop into his pocket, but he didn’t care… Rose was by him in a snap, perhaps she noticed he was losing his cool, taking the paper by his pocket and reading what it was… Suddenly she was out of there, in the room, taking a whiffle bat or something to the back of Tirithons head and dropping him like a bad habit. She was in and out of there in a flash really, something about asking Ace to take them somewhere, in truth he lost all of it… When Tirithon had locked her in the stocks and started whipping her, he was reminded of when he had done the same, breaking her so she might live… It was hatred and guilt rolled into one, and he just kind of snapped, lost control… Sydel was ok… She was safe… And he had no reason to hold back… He was going to bring this whole fucking place down, and burry that sick son of a bitch in a tomb of his own making, ending his life where he had ended so many innocent women’s… He shifted into a truer form… After all, she knew he wasn’t completely human, without the glamor his true paternity showed and he was covered in scales and claws… When he dropped the illusion of humanity altogether… That was when the place began to rock… When things began to become very, very, very unstable… He began to take out the walls, not magically but physically, throwing his growing bulk around, taking out support pillars and ceiling alike. He could see Tirithon starting to turn over, to wake up, getting to his feet… And that was when he took out the wall… And all Tirithon would see before the end… Was a massive… Black… Gaping Maw… The fires of the Brass Cathedral flaring out, licking and caressing green, needle like teeth… A certain God was coming to collect a certain fee, and he made sure Tirithon was well aware of the judgement day impending, because from within that venom and flame riddled mouth came the hand of Khorn himself, taking soul and flesh alike… There would be no body to find… Nothing to burry… Just like Ace’s mother… Though it would take them months to sift through all the rubble to say such… It would just be… A very tragic end… But there was hope in the future for the Prince was back and with a Princess beside him, and Silverthorn would not mount the king long, if they mourned at all…*



(11:58:15 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *With that being done, Ace would have the job to go down there and escort Tirithon from Khorns cathedral down to the torture area, that was just part of his final job… Not something he felt Ace would mourn doing very much… He took down the rest of the place with ease, throwing himself into everything he could run into, the heavy sections of the castle just bouncing off of his obsidian black scales like water drops… And it was done… The foundation was shot, it was gone, there was no way the place was going to stand for two seconds longer… He was out of there in no time flat, scaling up the side of the castle in the dark like it was a giant jungle gym, slinking along until he was at that greenhouse Rose had mentioned… Slipping into the space left open by the broken glass, plopping down into the soft earth and scuttling over to their little trio… He wasn’t full sized, he hadn’t released his wings or anything, just enough of a dragon to get the job done… He knew Ace might freak out… Rose… Harder to say… But he didn’t really care… And there wasn’t a lot he could do about it anyways… Getting INTO the shape was easy… Getting OUT Of it was a lot more complicated… It would take him some time… Until then though, he simply curled up near Sydel, wrapping her up in his tail, dragging her against his radiating hot scales… Good luck getting her away from him at this point… She was his treasure and he wasn’t going to let anyone near…*





(05:01:29 )

...Black Hearted Beast..



Ace Koehler

..You know what happens when you run angel..

I catch you

: ..it took a fair amount of climbing stairs.. of wandering down rather narrow corridors and squeezing through kitchen chutes before they would have found their entrance to the upper levels major ball room.. the darkness was handled soon after they had entered the dance floor.. he had managed to blind himself all be it temporarily due to not drawing back quick enough after he sent up that ball of light.. hissing and grasping at his eyes a moment.. and it did take a little time.. for him to adjust.. everything had a kind of halo around it for a bit longer than it should have.. the room and its hundreds of paintings were soon opened up to the three of them.. all the different positions.. some were quite nice.. she was happy even or appeared it no less.. others things started to get odd..the paintings became disfigured.. changed.. darker.. the positions were a lot more macabre and more than a couple had quite a few sexual overtones.. he had moved up behind her.. holding her.. wrapping his arms about her middle as he was just there.. for her.. in that moment.. feeling her sag once more against him.. this is what she needed and wild horses wouldn’t be able to tear him away.. not now.. he’s made far to many mistakes up until this point and it was time for that crap to settle.. they moved across the room .. taking down the pictures that covered up the viewing area of the red room below.. the glass was a little milky and coated in webs in places but overall they had enough of a view to see what was going on.. it was almost surreal really.. watching what appeared to be Rose flirting with his Father.. he huffed out a breath.. his brows furrowed as they all watched that by play.. the flirting.. the stroking.. the folder and paper work caused his brow to rise as he had no idea what was going on.. before it all began.. choking.. whipping.. the dealing out of poison.. he grit his teeth down.. it was hard to watch.. even though Sydel and him never ever got along.. it was still.. not normal.. and the muscles in his arms were tightening.. his fingers were balling inward.. she suddenly pulled away from him.. - .. Rose?.... he turned.. watching her as she moved over toward Nautilous there.. Oh he had seen the anger in Nauts eyes.. heard the growling .. he knew the crap was about to hit the fan.. and he did not want Rose close to Nautilous in that moment.. he knew deep down that Naut would never hurt Rose.. but in this kind of situation.. no one really knew how they would react.. - .. whats going on?.... he’d question as he watched her taking the paper.. reaching it before her face just seemed to ight up.. her eyes widening.. his brow rose in response.. before she handed him the paper and just disappeared- .. No!.. No Rose.. .. he blinked.. glancing around the room there.. confusion and concern evident.. completley and utterly so.. before she appeared in the room below.. his eyes couldn’t have widened anymore if they tried.. - .. Rose.. No!.. .. before he watched it all play out.. his Father hitting the deck like a sack of potatoes.. Rose picking up the now lifeless Sydel from the floor when she just crumpled.. before they were both standing before him.. he reached across for Sydel then.. helping her support the seemingly lifeless body .. nodding as she asked for him to take them to the greenhouse.. .. hold on.. .. he glanced over to Naut there.. - .. You coming?.... he’d question though he wasn’t about to wait.. he had Sydel up over his shoulder and his free hand around Rose’s middle before he shifted out of that ballroom.. and a matter of a moment or two later.. appearing back within the safe confines of the green house..he exhaled.. - .. Whats happening?.. I’m so fucking confused.. .. he had not read the letter at this stage it was just shoved down into his pocket.. everything had happened so quickly.. he moved across and placed Sydel down atop one of the stone benches there.. moving to step away as she did her work.. as she pooled her magic .. noticing the clouds surfacing as it was doing well to remove what poison it could.. the colours though.. reds, greens, yellow.. all of it meant his Father had used quite a concoction indeed.. before he just about jumped out of his skin when he turned to see the roof collapse of the wing they were just standing within.. his mouth dropped open.. his hand rose as he rubbed it across his forehead- .. What in the ever living fuck.. .. he blinked.. turning only to look back over his shoulder.. to her to make sure she was ok.. and that the green house was secure enough to not get any sudden wobbles.. his heart stuttered a little and he felt a tug.. enough to send him into a forced step forward.. Oh.. oh he knew what that meant.. he rubbed his lips together.. another tug then.. like a fish upon the end of a line.. -.. I’ll be back.. i.. I wont be long.. .. there was another tug.. his eyes.. the slate grey suddenly dissolved into the blackest ink.. at around the same time as dragon styled Naut entered the room.. he disappeared.. he had a job to do.. and one he was not about to miss.. not for anything in the world… that slimey fucker was going to pay..and he was going to walk his Father down the fucking aisle.. right into the awaiting arms of the brides.. -

(05:23:31 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Ruivendil...

..in her story he is the villain..

..But in her heart, he’s still the reigning King..



: .. she had flirted with him.. incessantly .. layed it on thick like frosting.. stroking.. petting him.. talking him up as if he were the gods gift.. which she knew he felt he was.. and it worked a charm.. he was becoming softer.. more agreeable because of it.. so she was able to bring up the idea of Rose’s freedom.. that because they were newly married they didn’t need any silly paperwork.. she belonged to him now.. not just on paper.. but by heart.. by mind and body.. he had her.. and no one else could Ever touch her.. and it was music to his ears.. the deal she had made.. to let him use the worst in his arsenal had his eyes lighting up like a child at Christmas.. she assured him she had been willing herself to be able to take whatever he could dish out.. to not hold back.. that she wanted him happy.. and blah blah blah.. and he lapped it up.. signing the paperwork which she swiftly sent off to Nautilous.. or to whomever was closest.. before the tables turned and it begun.. she’d been hung by that collar more than once.. it sliced into her skin easily causing her to bleed.. the whipping upon her back when she was in the stocks fucked with her head a little..forcing her to skirt the line between pleasure and pain ..more on the pain side.. the poison was tossed in at odd little intervals.. spoonfuls here and there.. a dropper.. a needle.. a vial.. a leaf.. a flower.. a little nightshade upon the tongue.. before everything seemed to stop.. she had no idea that you were behind her.. all she knew was the tightness.. the restriction around her throat suddenly lessened and she toppled to the floor like a bag of bricks.. her lids half closed.. a watery thin stream of blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth.. she felt you lifting her.. picking her up and the crackles of magic.. the voices were echoed.. before she moaned softly in pain when she felt the cold of the bench beneath her.. before she just passed out.. falling somewhat limp there as you worked your magic upon her.. dissolving a great number of the poison.. the little puffs of colour coming out of her skin.. the glamour would begin to fade.. to flicker like someone with a bad reception.. before all the colour was gone.. and she was left there.. in her pale glory.. you did wonderfully to get all her skin to match back up.. to sew itself back seamless.. no scarring.. no marks.. she missed out on the castle falling .. and Naut reappearing.. she missed out on Ace being tugged back to the cathedral where he would be dealing with his Father.. she just remained still.. like a perfect little doll made of porcelain.. she was easily pulled.. guided across when he settled in.. drawing her in against those almost scorching hot smooth scales.. Quite the couple indeed.. if outward looks were anything to go by.. utter oddities that just worked perfectly.. it took some time.. before she would begin to stir.. begin to murmur.. curling in closer there against him.. as if clinging to him.. as if her very life depended upon it.. though with very, very little strength.. a kitten could beat her out if it came down to it.. she could taste the poisoned blood in her mouth.. the sting . the bitterness.. she frowned.. drawing her brows inward as her lids began to shift.. only opening half way revealing those yellow tinged milky pools.. - .. mm.... her voice was almost completley gone.. shot.. little more than a breathy little whisper- .. I missed something… didn’t i.. .. she whined.. oh she ached-



(12:09:49 ) ...Would You Hold Your Hand To the Flame for Me...



.:Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin Koehler:.

..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..

.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.

says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *It was never an easy trip through the warrens of passages that were all over the castle like termite burrows or holes in swiss cheese… She knew them all, or at least she thought she did, so in truth these places were familiar to her… At least now with her memory back… A blessing and a curse rolled into one on that front to her mind… When they arrived, Ace had been kind enough to toss up the ball of light for them, and while he hissed and struggled with the sudden lemony brightness the rest of them had closed their eyes at his warning. They didn’t struggled to see at first as he had, they could see everything quite clearly, the hundreds of paintings that virtually swallowed the room whole... It was foul… She was keeping it to herself though, she didn’t want anyone to worry about her, she could carry it herself… Ace had a lot on his plate and Nautilous did too… She would be ok… But when Ace came up behind her? Why lie? She had sagged against him because she had really, truly needed that in those moments, needed his support… No words or grand gestures needed… Just this… They walked down the halls a way more until they found the right peep holes, and though what she saw inside was no news to her, she could only imagine what it was for the guys… When she heard Ace huff, she knew even with the clouded and spider silk streaked glass he was able to see it all going on, and perhaps for the first time he was seeing what had gone on behind closed doors.* “Your father… He has no reason not to kill us… We’re just toys…” *Which was the sad truth of it, and why Tirithon perhaps in a way had absolutely no problem treating her the way he had, simply because she was not an elf to him… She wasn’t even human. She was just a toy with nice bells and whistles that kept him entertained… There was suddenly a paper in the room, something was signed and suddenly Tirithon just belted into Sydel, giving her just barely enough time to send the paperwork off before caning her raw and splitting skin… Nautilous was silently raging, she could hear the scraping of the walls, the growls… He was even scaring her right now, but the fact of it was? The paperwork that Sydel had sent off to him, that white paper sticking out like a sore thumb against the black jacket, THAT had all her attention… After she had grabbed it out and back pedaled from the pile of Nope that Nautilous was turning into, she had read what it was, and the elation on her face would have been impossible to miss… She had handed him the paper but the confusion on his face demanded an explanation but with Sydel nearly choking to death in the other room…* “Later” *She had missed the No’s, missed his fear, his concern… She couldn’t hear any of it though, she was out in the red room, the large wooden paddle in her hand before she cracked it upside Tirithons head. When he had hit the dirt, she had cut Sydel down from the noose, teleported her out… Could she get her to the greenhouse? No… Her teleportation skills sucked… She could get only a few feet at a time at her very best, and the greenhouse was some space away, and it ws the only place she thought they could get to in time.. It had herbs and plants all throughout it, not to mention it was the home of all her old treasures… It was… The best place she could think of for them to go for so many reasons…* “Thank you…” *She said softly when he took Sydel from him, she was light sure, but even light she needed the help… They were ported out in no time at all into the beautiful old broken down green house with the large hole in the roof that had never been repaired, Ace voicing his confusion and with good reason, and now that they were out she could begin to explain.* “The piece of paper that Tirithon signed, the one that Sydel had brought up to him? They are my papers… Tirithon just signed my freedom so now… Now even if he were alive right now, he couldn’t touch me, he couldn’t do anything… I’m free…” *She had begun to work on Sydel there as Ace laid her down on a stone bench, removing the toxins and poisons much as she had once done for Ace so very long ago… The colors were vile… It was as if Tirithon was trying to go for the overkill, there was nightshade and arsenic, tannin and monskhood… The Mercy she had given her earlier would have kept it all from being lethal, from letting her body absorb too much, but there was only so much one could do against that one… She just worked on knitting the flesh and skin together, trying to leave her as perfect as she had gone in, dragging out all the poisons and toxins she could… Stroking her hand through Sydels hair… A large part of the castle seemed to fall in on itself, like someone building on top of putty or quicksand… She just about fell on her ass as she jumped back a bit, the greenhouse shaking a little, but not taking much damage at all… The worst was an old statue falling over…* “It looks like Mr. Sydel lost his temper in the end…” *She said, figuring that was Nauts work, just like Ace when he was mad things went boom. She caught the shift in him, the way he seemed to jerk a bit, and she knew… If only a little… * “I love you…” *Was all she would say in reply… She knew he had to go… She also knew he would be worried about her until he got back… Her saying she loved him… Was her way of letting him know she would be ok… She was here, and this is where he would find her when he got back, rain or shine… He was gone in a flash and just in time to miss the large black dragon slinking into the greenhouse like a lizard finding a warm spot… She just say there for a moment, slack jawed, mouth hanging open… A bit of a what the actual fuck is that in her expression… Before she could do anything, Nautilous was there beside them, taking Sydel from her and wrapping her up in his long tail before putting her to his chest where he curled around her.* “Uh… A wee bit… I think… We both missed something… The castle where the red room and ballroom were are gone now…” *She would say before moving in to sit on what she supposed was Nauts tail, just stroking her fingers through Sydels hair, continuing to repair what she could as best she could while removing the poisons… All the while trying to find the little heart beat that would be her baby.* “Do you want some water… or some wine? I can let you bite me again if it helps… Anything?”



(12:39:51 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *Being half dragon Sucked… Going into his full dragon form was beyond painful for him so he normally at best, went half way, resulting as he was now… A smaller, non-winged version of himself in full form, still strong and more than big enough to be a threat… But getting into it was easy… Getting out of it took some time, it was hard to remember what the human body felt like, or rather what HIS body felt like… After all, as a dragon, your invincible… Strong and powerful, large and intimidating, and so free… Nothing aches or hurts, everything flows like water over silk, and the magic… It’s a high… A sweet wonderful high… Why would anyone want to go back to another body? But that was the point of being a dragon… The superiority issues… But he had reasons to go back… A wife, a child on the way, two at home… Until he could though, he was more than happy to curl her up in his tail, to hold her against his hot soft scaled belly… Tirithon had given him a case of indigestion, the man had tasted foul and nasty, and given the chance he would have preferred to down a nice fat lamb instead… At the end of the day though, the son of a bitch was gone, and Ace would be down there if he wasn’t there already… A nice specialized sort of hell waiting for him, full of women he had sent down ahead of himself, each of them waiting in a pretty little line… Weapons ready… What would they do to Tirithon down there? He couldn’t say… The Brides were always vicious, and they were the prettier ones of the set, the rest were just going to be hell on wheels… Was it deserved? Hell yes… The man had sent his own wife down there in his stead for more time… As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t a whole lot worse you could do in this world than that, and he hoped Tirithon got some seriously just deserts… And if given the chance? He fully planned to pop down there and take his run at the dude personally… Right now though, his attention was on his wife, and she was sick… Badly so… She wasn’t near death in the way that she had been when she had swallowed all that pennyroyal… But she was still quite sick… Could he do anything about it? He had no idea… He just held her close while Rose worked on her, refusing to let her go, guarding her protectively… When Sydel spoke, just that weak, muted out little sound… He tried to speak but all that came out were at best, some low, guttural growls… Right… No lips… He had to go for a sort of telepathy, speaking without words, getting himself across that way.* “I just huffed and puffed a little… The castle isn’t so well built… It fell in like a bit of straw… Then again, so did Tirithon, you would have laughed… Of course, you would have split your sides seeing Rose come in, she picked up that bat like thing and smacked him right upside the head and got you out of there…” *He didn’t know what to do really, and he didn’t want to say that he was scared, but he didn’t want her to think he didn’t care either… IT was a fucking mess… He knew how much she hurt, how she felt, he had been sharing it all with her before he shifted and dropped that section of the castle like a stack of building blocks… But he didn’t have a clue how to help her feel better… How to sort her out so that she didn’t feel so bad… So all he could do was wrap her up against him and keep her warm, letting Rose do what she should to minimize the damage.* “You were fierce in there… He’s down with Khorn as we speak… And he has a nice long line of people who are going to take a slice out of him… When you feel better… Until then… You better be prepared… I’m going to coddle the shit out of you..”





(19:27:52 )

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.:Nautilous Ruivendil:.

°She's Stitched Me Up With Good Intentions°



: *They had all managed to work together over the last few hours… There was more than a bit of shock at a portion of the castle suddenly collapsing, a frantic search had been issued by Nautilous who was pretending to be Ace by way of a mental projection. It had gone on for hours, so much staff, so many soldiers… So many mages and other magic uses working together in tandem… And though nothing could repair the damage done to the interior, they could clear the rubble, and it was there it would be found… A few black dragon scales, and Tirithons Royal Signet ring… It was quickly circulated that Tirithon had been eaten by a dragon, and others had said they had seen such a beast emerge from the rubble, though where it had gone or whence it had came no one knew… Though there would be some mourning, there were more than a few people happy at the Kings passing, hopes high for the next in line… For Aeson Koehler to take his place as King and ensure the safety of them all. Until then though, there was a mix of both mourning and joy, the impending royal wedding along with the mourning… Yet not so much of the later… Given the options after all, a death was a time for celebration in their own way, for the King was off to be with his beloved Queen on the Farshore. While the mass labored under a pretty lie, the party of four had withdrawn to their own rooms, to handle the days events in their own way. Nautilous and Sydel would be in his private suit that was given to them by Tirithon, Nautilous having reverted to his original form, and Sydel with a large array of medecines at her disposal that were all from the good Physician. Rose, no longer under the threat of Tirithon was allowed to go on her own, a free person at last. She had gone back to the suit she and Ace shared to wait for his return from the Chaos realm. The night would pass in peace and solidarity, all of Silverthorn heaving a sigh of relief, even if many of them did not know it. The Mad King was dead and gone, and at these very moments getting his just desserts in the hell he crafted all for himself… Now everyone could rejoice in peace and look forward to the beautiful days ahead.*