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[Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2022 6:45 pm
by Arkash
59th of Frost, 4621
The rain seemed to crawl across his scales in waves while he followed the urchin through the gloomy Boghadar streets. The rivers that carved the city were running as rapids, and as such, they filled the silence for long stretches into the surrounding land with the constant thrashing of the current against its bed and banks. Arkash didn’t mind the noise, and the droplets were pleasant against his oily scales. But on that day, he'd wished it was clear.
Something in the back of his mind urged caution while the boy urged him to follow and waved for his haste in pursuit of whatever trouble he’d found. It would be the day that all the smells in the air were muffled beneath the rain, and all the sounds he'd otherwise used to aid his poor vision were garbled by the rush of water. Part of him dismissed it as coincidence, as there was little chance a peasant boy could ambush him, and he doubted whatever malice he could perceive in the heart of a child. The rest of him knew only paranoia and suspicion, but it had become easy to dull those ideas in the past few weeks.
Alas, that was where Arkash fell short.
“Thees way, Monsieur!” The boy called from the entrance of an alley, one foot past its threshold. “Please! Mon père ees very seeck!”
It had been some time since he questioned the motives of another since he walked with suspicion and paranoia. Such was so true that the misfortune that he hadn’t brought his tools with him was at the forefront of his mind as he followed the boy around the corner, then paused as he set eyes on the trap.
An older man of chiseled features, broad shoulders, and thick muscle stood motionless in the Alley. His exceptional training was apparent beneath the tempered, quality armor he wore. Helmet in his arm and hammer dormant beneath his gauntlet. The weapon rested on its head, handle reaching as high as the man’s hip bone, where his plated glove held it in place.
The man didn’t so much as glance at the boy as he ran by, and maintained Arkash as the sole focus of his stare.
The Rath rolled his claws and curled his nose as bitter venom began to pool in his maw; his body prepared to fight while his mind ran in circles trying to piece together the reason for the lure. Before it came to violence, however, the man spoke. “Arkash?” He asked with comradery in the way he spoke.
“Speak your purpose,” Arkash returned, only slightly offset by the friendliness with which the man greeted him.
The man lifted his finger with a dip of his head in a display of peace, then lifted his hammer overhead to stow it upon his back. The motion tightened the muscles in Arkash’s legs, and set him ready to leap. “I have a message,” he said with a bow of his head. “Apologies for the cloak and dagger, delivering mail of importance can be… Perilous… At times,” he spoke with a slight smile, and began his approach.
Arkash’s brow furrowed while he looked all about the man, then lightened his stance a little when he found no hidden weapons. Marks were another matter, but his reflexes were quick enough to interrupt the casting of a spell, he believed.
True to the man’s word, he drew a tube from a gap in his armor and handed it to the Rath when he was close enough. “House Mathis sends its regards,” he said with a smile once Arkash had accepted the cylindrical packaging.
He only briefly inspected the casing before he glanced again to the man, who was on his way along the road, headed north. Arkash furrowed his brow at the exchange, then inspected the packaging once more. A final glance down the alley saw him dismiss whatever thoughts ran in his head, and a sigh saw him turn back for the lord’s estate.
Climbing the wall had become something of a regular occurrence for Arkash, who refused to let himself be seen entering the Veir’s estate in public. Beneath the overhanging walkways, the brick was mostly dry. His claws were able to grip the stonework with ease, and he propelled his lithe body upward with every grasp. At a certain point in his ascension, he came to pass a sharp protrusion in the cliffside. Quickly, he lifted his knees to his chest and kicked off the wall to throw himself at the face of the crag, and turned over to grip the rock.
His claws dug into the wettened stone as the rain continued to bombard him, and he pulled himself up a little higher with his upper body strength alone, then caught his weight with the claws of his feet and fully clambered onto the protruding rock. From there, he faced the overhanging walkway, a structure he couldn't hope to scale if not for nature's help, and began to wipe his hands into whatever dry surface of clothing he had left in an effort to make them less slippery. Then, he lowered his body, eyed his prize, and began a mad dash for the rampart. He didn't slow or hesitate as he neared the edge and sprung from the lip of the overhand with one leg. He flew the short gap despite the encumberment of the rain and lifted his legs to skip the merlons and land with a roll on the other side.
Though he briefly slid across the wall walk, he did stop before he tumbled into the fortress grounds. He rose to brush himself off, then took the tube from his mouth before he began to descend the wall along the proper walkway, and quickly transformed into his Humanoid form before his true form was discovered.
With bare feet, he made his way to the tower at the far end of the complex.
Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2022 8:46 pm
by Degare
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It wasn’t entirely abnormal for Arkash to slip away from time to time during the day, though in this weather the Ferrier wasn’t entirely sure why he’d made the decision to leave. At least there was little to fear in this regard since the Rathor could easily take care of himself.
Concern for his safety aside, Degare was curious for what reason he’d left but sitting around wondering about it wouldn’t answer his questions so he opted to find something within his tower to occupy his time. Climbing the spiral staircase downwards to the second floor of his tower, he decides to check the tuning of the four violins he owns, especially since the rain this season would often cause the wood of such things to warp a bit with the humidity. Meticulous in this process, he first loosened the tension of the strings a small amount by turning the pegs in the pegbox at the end of the instrument. Then next step was to check to see if any of the strings of the instrument needed to be adjusted and, if they did, he quickly adjusted the respective string’s peg to match the correct pitch. This process was repeated for all four of his instruments.
The only unfortunate aspect of doing this was the fact that since he’s well versed in the process, it didn’t actually take that long and it would appear that he had finished this task before his companion returned. With a sigh, the Veir descends the stairs again to reach the ground floor of the tower to await his companion– mindlessly occupying himself by double checking the organization of his books on the shelves.
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Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2022 2:09 am
by Arkash
Being a Dranoch meant that Arkash was hungry a lot of the time. While traditional foods did fill his stomach, they were expensive and didn’t fulfill Valteran’s tax. He needed the flesh of mortals to persist in the world, else he’d grow weak and deathly ill. So, he took on the mantle of an assassin and wandered his local streets whenever he needed to eat. The process sometimes took a while to gauge if the individual that had been contracted for death fit his criteria, but in most cases where they didn’t, his client did. His victims had to be morally skewed, abusive in the powers they wielded, or manipulators of the system Arkash had sworn to destroy.
Finding people that fit his bill was usually easy, but he’d sometimes go a day or two without eating as a result of his strict diet. And sometimes, he’d spend hours running about in the rain to find nothing, then find some other trouble that he could potentially help with only to discover that it was a rouse intended to lure him into a trap.
Arkash’s prowling could go in many different directions. Alas, the direction his morning’s adventure had taken him resulted in the receipt of a regretful letter. The contents, of which, were lost on him still.
He stared at the packaging while he held the handle of the door to the mage’s tower, then sighed as he dismissed it and let himself in.
Arkash was completely soaked through as he entered the first floor and called “honey, I’m home!” with the beginning of a mischievous smile in his eyes. He promptly settled on Degare, who was going through his shelves for whatever reason when Arkash arrived. He was quiet for a moment while he pondered the man, then closed the door behind him, allowing the rap of rain to muffle outside. “Did you miss me?” He asked with a certain brightness to his smile, as often accompanied his expression when he addressed the elf.
“I didn’t find anything good to eat while I was out,” he began with a shrug as he leisurely approached the Veir. “But this guy had a message for me, from some House?” He shrugged again and shook his head as he extended the tube to the Veir. “I don’t know if it’s about you or not, but I thought you’d like to know about it… It’s not like I can read it myself, either.”
Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2022 4:54 am
by Degare
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The sound of the door opening was enough to get the elven man’s attention, turning his head in that direction as soon as he heard it, expression immediately brightening as soon as he saw who it was that entered. The Rathor’s look of slight mischief along with his words pulled the first few notes of a laugh out of the Veir as his amber gaze looked the other man over. As the door closed and Arkash spoke again, a soft smile pulled at the corner of his lips, “A bit…I do so love having you around,” his voice was quite sweet as he spoke these words.
As the younger man approached, Degare noted exactly how soaked through he was. The Veir was about to say something, but Arkash spoke first– something about a letter? When the tube of parchment was extended to him, he took it almost instinctively as if curiosity were guiding his movements. “Oh…? It’s probably for you if the messenger directly sought you out, but I’ll read it to you,” speaking as he begins to remove the letter from its casing.
‘Arkash,
I hope this letter finds you well, unmarred, and very much alive. It was more than a month ago that I was thanked for the young lord's safe delivery, and so I wonder what has become of you.
Have you forgotten our arrangement? Do you no longer wish to fulfill our agreement?
If this is the case, I beg you to reconsider. I can still be of use to you when our business is concluded, and have already made plans to set aside time to journey to Tyrclaid with you.
If you are, in fact, dead, then I fear I am due some very unfortunate news from The Hunter indeed.
Kind Regards,
R.’
As the pale elf read through the flowing script of the words, his voice was more or less confused. In a literal sense he understood every word, but he lacked any sort of context as for who this was…or what he was talking about. Perplexed, he tilts his head to the side and speaks, “What is this about? Who is it from? What…arrangement have you been neglecting? Why would he hire a hunter to deliver mail to you?” He delivers his inquiries quickly and without much thought. Pausing for a second as if considering something, “Ah…if you’d like, we can go up stairs and dry you off before you answer. I can’t imagine you’re comfortable like that…?” The Veir’s tone is almost apologetic for his immediate interrogation, but many, many more questions flit in rapid succession through his head and a combination of curiosity and anxiety was starting to pull at him a bit.
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'Thoughts'
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Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2022 6:19 am
by Arkash
The way Degare's expression brightened when he saw him, in stark contrast to the gloom of the weather outside, stole the air from his breath while he dripped in the doorway. There was something incredibly sweet about being welcomed with a look like the one Degare wore, something Arkash hadn't known before. "Well then I'm glad it's mutual," Arkash retuned with a turn of his free hand, reciprocating that endearment in the elf's voice.
"Maybe..." Arkash began on the subject of the letter being for him. "But I don't really have any business with any Nobles here, and the Candor is lost on me...." he began to reason as he pocketed his hands. "...I appreciate your help either way."
With that, Arkash was quiet while he listened to the message unfold. He paced a little and appeared to watch Degare at certain parts as the words were read aloud, smile withdrawn as his features warped with vague recognition, then widened his eyes with realization when Tyrclaid was mentioned. He glossed over the mention of The Hunter and kept his mouth shut while he stared into the flooring. When the questions came, Arkash exhaled and shut his eyes. "...It's a long story," he answered. "But the Hunter is probably a skilled tracker; I move around a lot and cover my tracks well... Obviously not well enough."
He grinned a little at the offer, then nodded his head. Before he brushed his soaked locks from his eyes with his fingernails, then wiped the accumulated water from his face with his wet fingers. "Sounds good," he agreed as began to unbutton his shirt and removed his most external layer of clothing before he wrung it all out through a crack that he opened in the door, and brought it upstairs with him. "So, R...." Arkash began while he set his damp clothes to dry on whichever floor they ascended to.
"R, or Raphael is a Veir, apparently from house Mathis. He captured and enslaved me not long into my travels here," he explained while he cracked and popped his knuckles, then flexed his fingers to loosen them up while they dried. "I was using this form at the time, and I carried a decent bit of money on me and some really nice clothes..." he paused, lifted his eyes to his forehead in thought, then shook his head. "You should know that I use this form as a separate identity; my true form, my real name, is infamous; wanted for treason in Lorien. So, I have a different face and a different name when I'm trying to avoid attention. But that name doesn't have much of a trail in Lorien. Derek Egon just sorta' showed up one day, paid the price of a galleon to buy citizenship, then vanished again. I guess that was enough for Raphael to take interest in me."
He shrugged a little. "When he discovered that I was actually Arkash," he said as he began to transform, skin yielding to armored scales as his bones shifted seamlessly beneath his skin, elongated and grew in different places to form the length of his tail and the extension of his mouth. "He also discovered that I was a Vandikar, and just like you, wanted Blood Magic for himself. I guess he'd already done a decent bit of snooping through Lorien because he knew he was in danger if he confronted me, and already had a messenger hawk set up to fly to Lorien if he was found dead or disappeared." Arkash laughed a bit, grinning in a pull of his lips that showed his razor-sharp teeth, bared in rows. "Naturally, I said I wasn't a blood mage because his evidence was... Second hand. But the guy was persistent, really persistent."
"He started treating me nicely; I didn't have to stay in the fort anymore and didn't have to scrub floors or muck the stables either. I eventually needed his help with something, so I agreed to give him the mark in exchange for a few favors. I wanted to learn Necromancy, be allowed to leave, and get a mark that I can show off for immunity to slavery while I'm here. I should have asked for all my stuff back but didn't think about it... Anyway, he agreed and had me sign some paper. He taught me everything I know about Necromancy-" He paused as the rain that rapped against the wall of the tower picked up in intensity, eyed the surface, then shook his head as he returned his gaze to the Veir.
"We started talking a bit more, and he offered to help me with my... Well, that's another long story. But he's helping me with another project that involves heavy necromancy after we've exchanged marks," Arkash finished his explanation with a nod, looked up in thought, then exhaled deeply. "I think that's everything. I left him like two months ago to take his apprentice home but got hurt and sick with mageblight... Then a whole bunch of other stuff happened and I completely forgot about him. The letter didn't sound angry, which is very unlike him..." he trailed on with obvious notes of suspicion in his voice.
"So if it's been two months, and he wrote that letter a month after Caladrin's return home, then this Hunter guy has been looking for me for a month. That's pretty good if I do say so myself," Arkash spoke with some degree of pride, grinning while he thought about the trouble he must have caused the Veir. The young Rath stayed quiet for a moment, then looked up at Degare. "That's a lot to unpack, but I can answer any questions you have," Arkash offered as he began to change shape again, and adjusted his underwear once the extension of his tail was gone. Despite the casual nature in which he explained his circumstances of terrorism and treason to the Veir, he did appear much more attentive in his gaze, almost as though he intended to study the Veir's reactions to his words.
Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2022 8:07 am
by Degare
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With his lover’s apparent interest in changing locations prior to speaking, the silver elf beckons the other man to follow him. Making sure the other is moving before getting too far ahead, he begins to ascend the stairs– the final destination was the top floor since the other two didn’t really have any sort of place to properly sit down and talk. In his personal chambers, if one turned right immediately there would be a settee pushed against the wall along with a short but wide table in front of it. Though the room was a circle and the stairs were in the middle, one third of it was walled off at the back of the stairs– this was a bathroom that led to a closet. The door to enter this part of the room was to the left by the bed.
Upon entering, the Veir directed Arkash to put the damp clothing down on the exposed stone of the floor. While most of the floor was covered in ornate and finely crafted rugs, there were still some parts of it that were naked stone– such places were fine to put wet items. Once that was done, the elf moved to sit on the soot black velvet of the ornately crafted settee– it was framed with dark wood that was a deep, rich shade of brown and requested that the little Rathor join him there.
The whole time the two of them moved, there was an air of curious anxiety to the way the silver elf moved and carried himself. As Arkash began his explanation, Degare looked at him intently, giving the other his rapt attention. He says nothing the entire time his lover speaks, though one would easily notice his expression shifting as the words continue to flow. At the name of the other Veir, his eyes narrow a bit in consideration as he tries to file through the archives of his memories for the name. There is an air of recognition at some point and a subtle pull to his upper lip and furrow to his brow that somebody observant would note as a subdued version of disgust.
The Ferrier’s features shift to an expression of curious neutrality when the younger man continued his explanation of his divided identities. His gaze traces over his lover’s features and body as he shifts forms. There was a light of interest reflected in amber eyes, but still, he stayed silent.
The light in his eyes fades quite a bit– his expression now reads to an observant individual as tinged with anxiety and concern at the mention of Arkash signing anything given to him by a member of the Entente. Contracts here were worded to deliberately entrap those on the other end of them even if you were fairly advanced in your literacy– and the Rathor couldn’t even read it at all. The Norai’s breath even catches a bit, biting the inside of his lower lip. He sighs– if it’s already signed then it has to be worked around now, not avoided. The distinct uptick of the intensity of the weather almost seems to emphasize the expressions on the Veir’s face; the choices Arkash just described were exceptionally poor under any circumstance to have been made in Daravin.
While the expressions he’s making are somewhat easy to pick up on if you’ve any skill at reading body language, all of them are distinctly subdued or played down intentionally by the Ferrier. The extent to which he felt each one was ultimately ambiguous but it would be possible to pick up that at the point wherein his companion had indicated his own suspicion at the letter’s tone, the silver elf was only half listening, half deep in his own thoughts.
There are some few moments of long silence before Degare exhales, long and deep– the luminescent glint of ashes flowing out of his parted lips as he does so. Part of this motion was necessary to clear his lungs and the other part was due to the weight of everything his lover had just told him. With one elbow resting on his knee, the Veir rests his head in the corresponding open palm. “You really signed a contract you couldn’t even read…?” His voice is fairly restrained but it’s very clear that this choice bothers him a lot. “There is no chance he told you what it actually said, you know that, right, Arkash?” After asking this question he shakes his head.
Degare had lived for several decades as a Veir himself at this point and he was well aware how many of his peers conducted themselves. There was genuinely no way Arkash would get what he wanted in the end from the other man, but there was also no way to predict exactly what his end goal was since the Rathor was unable to read what the contract actually said. Eyes drifting down to the floor on the other side of the room, looking at nothing in particular, he speaks again, “Also…if he hired a tracker good enough to find you at all I’m certain his politeness in this letter is a farce. However, now that the tracker knows you’re here, knows how to find you– there is no escape from this situation unless you run again and run far…out of Daravin entirely.” There are notes of concern and agitation in the slight quiver to his voice. “He wants something from you and he intends to collect it no matter what at this point…and since you’ve actually signed something your identity here is inherently tied now to your obligations to him. Your choices now really are to disappear entirely or go to him and…deal with whatever fate he has for you.” It is actually well hidden how frustrated he truly is internally but somebody adept at reading emotions, or him as a person, would be able to hear the tones of it woven into his voice and into his body language– his entire body was a fair bit more tense than it would be with a more neutral emotion and he was, at this point, incapable of properly holding eye contact.
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Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2022 4:31 am
by Arkash
Once he'd set his clothes down to dry on the stone, he joined the veir on lavish fabric of the settee, and reluctantly brought his legs off the floor to commit himself to the comfort it offered.
"Well..." Arkash started with a squint. "Yes, but I can't write either; I couldn't draw that same scribble again even if I tried for a thousand years," he assured as though it alleviated the fact that he'd signed something he couldn't read. It was a little surprising that Degare had picked up on the signature as a point of focus, and not his apparent history of violence and terrorism. But then, any that knew him were likely to assume that he had a hand in treason at some point or other. After a moment of reflecting, he found that he enjoyed that he gave that impression; it was empowering.
"Well, whatever it said, he's given me everything I asked for first- Necromancy training, Mallory's repairs, freedom to leave, fresh corpses..." Arkash began to list, pulling at his fingers while he proceeded to recount everything he'd asked for. "I'm getting everything first, so there's no way he can skimp me on the deal. I'm a little skeptical about him offering to come to Tyrclaid with me; that was really out of character, but I think it's just because he wants me to train him or something while we're there."
The Rathor shook his head, then reached over to brush his thumb over to hold Degare's leg at the thigh and gently brushed with his thumb. His eyes moved to where Degare's were, whether the man was looking at him or not, then assumed a look of warning, as though he was offended by the Veir's words. "Degare," Arkash began with a slight smile. "...Do you have any idea how many lives I've taken? How many times someone's tried to have things their way just to back peddle and wish they didn't cross me in the first place?"
"Barry was the name of a baker..." he began with a deep breath. "He was a fair man that gave me a job in his bakery when I was down on my luck. He treated me fairly, spoke to me as an equal despite his higher caste, and even let me eat the pastries that didn't sell because the alley rats sometimes made me ill." Arkash continued his tale. "The moment he crossed me, I hit him over the head with a lead pipe, robbed him blind, and bludgeoned him while he laid there until his skull gave way," Arkash continued, staring off in thought while his hand grew tense. His eyes turned wild for a moment, as though he relived that turn of events in his head. "Barry was my very first kill," he resumed with some degree of composure, "before I knew how to use a sword, before I had Blood Magic, before I was a Dranoch."
"If Raphael crosses me, he won't know what hit him. His life will end right then and there, and his meat will feed my evolution."
There wasn't so much a hint of doubt in his voice; he was fully confident in his ability to take down the mage. After a moment of letting that sink in, Arkash crawled across the black fabric to get closer to the Veir, then took both his hands. "He wants Blood Magic; I'll give it to him once I have one of his Marks, then he'll try and cross me and die in the process... It should only be like... A week or two? Maybe more if he follows through and we do go to Tyrclaid," he spoke with a slight smile while he brushed the backs of Degare's hands with his thumbs.
"It'll be okay; I can handle myself out there, you don't need to worry," Arkash spoke in assurance, and smiled a little at the elf. All the while, he continued to monitor the repressed expressions that Degare made.
Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2022 9:26 am
by Degare
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When Arkash first speaks, justifying his choice to sign it by saying he cannot write and therefore the signature wouldn’t– at least not properly– be able to be tied back to him, the silver elf shakes his head with a bit of a laugh. “...Maybe if life were fair that would mean anything. Here, though…? Raphael’s word against your own will always win. I don’t think you’d be able to convince anyone that wasn’t your signature if he claims it is– especially if any of his Valran or other servants witnessed it. They’ll back him up in that regard,” the tone with which he speaks is genuinely somewhat defeated.
Then, when the Rathor continues to try and justify his misplaced trust…it’s not as if the Veir doesn’t believe him. Rather…that’s the problem. He could tell from the way Arkash was speaking that he genuinely believed he would be fine, and consequently, Degare realized it would be incredibly difficult to change his perspective on the subject. However, even if he could, would it really matter? The other Veir had caught the little Rathor in a web of lies and sealed it with the legal document– Raphael would have to be dealt with in one way or another.
Biting the inside of his lip with mouth pursed into a small frown, he’s pulled from his thoughts by his lover’s touch before he can really even think of a proper response. The Ferrier was immediately distracted by Arkash trying to, again, reassure him that he’d be fine. This time, though, it was with the tale of the first life he’d ever taken. At his last line, Degare’s jaw shifts because yes, he does believe in the Rathor's ferocity. Such a thing was never in question, but ferocity and tenacity were valued less here– cunning plans and expertly woven lies were of far more value. People survived off of cleverly veiled falsehoods alone in Daravin.
Again, Arkash moves before the pale elf finishes processing his thoughts to speak. The touch of his little lover was something he genuinely found to be comforting, immediately responding to it by giving the other’s hands a small squeeze with his own. The words he spoke ran through his head a few times and he genuinely wanted to believe them, but he couldn’t shake the thought that things simply would not pan out the way that the Rathor was anticipating and Degare himself had no way of predicting what the other Veir had in mind.
‘It should only be like... A week or two?’ and ‘It'll be okay; I can handle myself out there, you don't need to worry,’ stood out to him the most. His face through this conversation notably softened, however, it was more that his frustration had drained and his features read more of a mix of dread and concern. With a small sigh of an exhale, Degare moves to embrace the smaller man, one arm around the small of his back and the other grabbing hold of the opposite shoulder. Holding him tightly, burying his face in his neck for a moment before tilting his head to the side to speak clearer. “I…believe you. I’ve witnessed the power you wield and I don’t doubt your ability to act if backed into a corner. It’s just…having lived here my entire life I can’t imagine a scenario where you come out of this unscathed,” as he says these words, fear can be heard in his tone along with an audible shake to his voice towards the last sentence. The squeeze he has on his partner tightens. “...and I…have really come to treasure your company. You.” His throat felt like it was going to collapse at this admission, but he did feel like it genuinely needed to be said. It'd been so long since he'd been this vulnerable with anyone; he desperately did not want it to end. “Would that I could come with you…it’d be easier to sort things out if you had a member of the Entente on your side but I can’t travel more right now…” trailing off and pausing for a moment, he continues, that desperation audible in his next plea, “...just, come back. Please.”
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Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2022 5:53 pm
by Arkash
The subject of the signature brought Arkash to shake his head with a frown. “Listen,” he spoke abruptly. “I’ve already commit ‘crimes’ much worse than… Breaking a written agreement, in this country,” he spoke with a tone of severity, almost completely dismissing the elf’s concerns. “I’ve stolen from the Entente, assaulted a member of the Entente, killed and eaten members of the Halamire. I don’t care who Raphael thinks he can rally against me; they’ll never catch me. And if they somehow do? They’ll just die tired.” There was obvious agitation in his voice, in the curl of his expression. Where that anger was directed was unclear.
“I don’t care for laws,” Arkash clarified with a little more composure and a deep exhale. “My word is my promise. I will not be backed into a corner or made to deliver something I didn’t agree to without knowing. No body of power will ever make me do something against my will. I refuse.” His nose curled as his brow pressed and his hands trembled a little as adrenaline coursed through his veins. Evidently, Arkash felt strongly about the things he’d chosen to speak about.
He went on to speak of the last person to make a choice for him, to force their will over his own, but such didn’t seem to sway the expression of doubt that wove the elf’s features. His nose curled again as Degare continued to credit his ferocity and power, then relaxed a little as the elf voiced the cause of his doubts.
Arkash looked away, brow pinched above his nose while he thought wordlessly, then brushed his thumbs over the back of the elf's hands.
A sigh left him with the next shake of his head, and Arkash peered down for a moment before he lowered his head and brought the Veir's finger to press against his brow. After a moment in that position, he lowered the Veir's hands, then deftly climbed into the elf's lap while he maintained the hold of his hands.
"I already told you that you're stuck with me, didn't I?"
"I'll be back... If nothing else, trust that."
Re: [Boghadar] A week or two
Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2022 12:58 am
by Degare
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The fiery passion with which Arkash spoke pulled the softest curl of a smile to the Veir’s lips despite the concern still evident on his features. “I…don’t doubt any of that. Everything in Daravin is just…a trap, a scheme of some sort, so I really can’t help but worry. No matter how strong a fighter you are, sometimes all it takes is one surprise,” at this point, his voice sounds more sad than anything else. As much as he wished he could change the other’s mind, there was something admirable about his confidence, despite how closely it bordered upon arrogance.
He wanted to say more, but words caught in his throat and he couldn’t. At least, not until his lover climbed atop him and spoke again. “To be stuck with you…I want nothing more, and for that, I have to trust you,” the Ferrier’s tone is a fair bit warmer with these words. With a deep breath, he gives Arkash’s hands a squeeze and speaks again, “...and when you come back, if you’ve any interest in learning to read, I’d be happy to help you. I think it’s a useful skill, at least.” Though the little Rathor’s touch is comforting, there is still an unshakeable sense of lingering dread within.
Leaning forward, he places a gentle kiss against his lover’s forehead, then his lips, and then he moves to rest his forehead against the other’s shoulder. Much as he was reluctant to let go of Arkash’s hands, he did release his grip and pulled his away to rest one on the other side of his neck and the other against the soft, smooth skin of his chest. “Hard not to ask with you like this...so would you mind indulging me one last time before you go…?” the warm undercurrents of desire would easily give away his intentions if it weren’t otherwise obvious.
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