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Another icy blast ripped through the forest, sending snowflakes spraying into the air like bleached fog. The black and emerald cloak pressed tightly against the back of the figure hunching over a blaze cradled in a small bowl of snow. The icy clearing opened up to reveal the huge white Theocog laying upon its side rather comfortably- utterly uneffected by the freezing weather- only raising it great head as the cloaked woman curses again-
a sharp, long hissing sound echoed through the forest again, competing with the scream of the wind- a wedge-stone against steel. Again, Hakon dragged the stone along the curved blade of her scimitar, her bare fingertips read with the frigid air, briefly warmed by the sparks that sprung from the action. Eventually her body fell completely numb as she worked- glancing briefly at Purgatorio as the massive beast lays down once more at her back.
It did not take long for her mind to wander, occasionally focusing back on the blade as she spoke seemingly to the animal, though it obviously could not answer,"... Our time at the capital- that was rather a disaster, wasn't it? They know to look upon the Kilandre name warily now, but we aren't loved. We're just..." she trails off, pausing to examine the blade to ensure it wasn't getting too thin,"... We're just warriors, mecenaries with a name and a product. What happens when the war ends? What then-"
She rests her hands in her lap, clamping her fists between her thighs to warm her hands before returning to work,"- How am I supposed to be expected to spread my legs for anyone- when there is so much that has yet to be done when peace descends..." she mutters with a slightly bitter chuckle.
Aven trudged through the ice ridden forest, cursing his luck and gripping a long, black, snow buffeted robe. Dark fur lined the trim, which he greedily tucked against his pale skin. We're he not positive that the gods had long abandoned him, the young man would have questioned their presence. Maybe I could just go back to Uthlyn and make a ruckus, that'd be sure to draw the Mordecai's attention. Anywhere would be better than this frozen hellscape.
As the blasting of the wind took pause once more, Aven raised his silvery eyes briefly to find himself in a clearing, the sight of a figure huddled over a small fire meeting his gaze. Despite his aversion to direct light, the young man could not deny his longing for heat.
Aven waved an arm to the figure, slowed by the bite of the cold, and called out in a friendly voice. "Hello, do you have room for another?"
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Hakon looked up abruptly, had she heard a voice? Here? Her gaze flickering warily through the bony trees before resting on an equally slender man. Even if he was a mage, there was no honor in fighting anyone freezing on a night such as this. She beckons him over wordlessly, even as she placed away the stone and slid the now frosted blade carefully into its sheath.
" of course, of course- come, quickly-" she calls out to the stranger, pulling the cloak more firmly about her as the massive six-legged horse sits up again, ears angled toward the man as its great silver nostrils flared. Trying to get a scent of him.
The figure beckoned him over, a gesture to which he smiled. It was refreshing to find a kind soul in such harsh times, in such harsh weather. As he approached, the Theocog, try as it might, would smell nothing: not even the scent of breath. The beast's instincts warned it that this stranger was unnatural, a being that should not be.
Aven arrived at the small fire, the furred robe still wrapped tight around his body, and matching boots and gloves could then be seen. Aven made no indication that he sensed the Adhara's field as he entered its range, but inwardly, he sighed. I should have expected as much. Fortunate for me, though, to find one so early into my travels in Matron's Hallow. Aven inspected his newfound company. She is pretty, that much is certain. I wonder if she is a Knight of the White Lily?
"Thank you so much, Miss: these lands are quite unforgiving to those that traverse them, and I was certainly not as prepared as you are for its perils."
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Offering a small smile, she felt suddenly unnerved as he approached- animal instinct telling her that this one had no scent- even with her nose rather red and frozen, often one could simply breath in to discover a pleasant aroma of the same species if not opposite sex, but here... She could sense nothing, he instincts instantly firing off warnings as a result. Nonetheless, she brushed off such sentiments- he wouldn't dare to fight her, would he? All had little honor left in this world but- often it could still manifest itself.
" I myself was barely prepared, I thought the worst of the winter months had ended which was why this path seemed reasonable- alas..." she shrugs gently, smiling wryly," Here we are,"
Aven took off his gloves, seething them beside him, and began to warm his hands. In the flickering light of the flames, the young man's eyes were illuminated, revealing a soft kindness among their silvery depths. He makes eye contact with the wary woman beside him, a gentle smile gracing his features. "Well, fortunate for me you came this way; I felt as though I'd become just another block of ice to fill these barrens in another five minutes." Aven breathes on his hands, relishing the slight relief from the blistering cold. His eyes wander to her armament. "So, what brings you to these sun-forsaken lands? By your equipment, one would assume you're off to war or something."
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Chuckling quietly, she wraps the cloak more firmly about her body, as if to conceal telling sigils though he likely already knew," I am always off to war- if I don't fight then I have no purpose and may as well freeze," looking down slightly, the blonde-white whispd of hair falling over her face as she leans closer to the fire to try and thaw our her features- carefully keeping her gaze off of his as she continues," And what of you? I believe your attire would be more appropriate for the summer lands in the far South."
Looking up again, she offers a small, inquiring smile. By then, the massive warhorse at her back was staring directly at Aven- unblinkingly as if it could leap up and crush him at any second..
Aven nodded his head slowly, a hint of sadness playing across his expression. "It seems everyone is off to war now, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to find one more. You are correct about my attire, I was born in the south of Connloath, though I now spend most of my time in Reahj and Uthlyn." He reflected back on her previous statement, puzzling. "Is that truly the extent of your life? War?"
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" You seem quite interested- usually people enjoy avoiding even talk of conflict when in company such as this- lest some arguement break out," she chortles faintly, rubbing her hands together as she looks up at him," What are you doing so far from the Reajh? If you're looking to return I'm afraid to inform you that you are quite lost,"
Chuckling softly, she shifts back to lean against the massive Horse's warm belly, Purgatorio snorting once before flopping his great head upon the powdered snow again. The wind whistling sharply through the make-shift camp, causing the fire to die for a moment
Aven shivers against the wind, moving a hand quickly to protect the dying flames, and as his hand cups the embers, the woman may see a small black dot float into the tiny flames, ever so briefly, and they flare back up to normal proportions. Aven's smile widens at the influx of heat, and his eyes close. "I'm searching for an end to this senseless violence: the foolish rebellion of mages, who strike out aimlessly at a force they cannot hope to conquer, and the self-righteous Mordecai, who ignore the truth that the Grand Duke so cleverly shields from their eyes. These two forces will not stop on their own, instead destined to clash until both are nothing but ashes in the flames of war."
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" That is the natural way of things, one of us is predator, one of us is prey-" she hugs her knees to her chest, wrapping the cloak more firmly about her as she squints her eyes," But we're at war because we're trying to figure out who is who. So it won't ever end, you know?"
" Not that warfare is a bad thing- it helps us all evolve and honor Ansgar in the best way possible." Her gaze flickers to his face, watching him closely, if she had noticed the whisps, she made no indication of such
A brief flicker of recognition flashes across Aven's face. "Ansgar's Hand, hm?" He chuckles. "You aren't wrong about war in that it is natural, Miss Adhara, but you are not looking closely if you believe this particular war to be so. The world is not so black and white; rather, it is grey, every shade between." His short, combed up silver hair ruffles in the gusts of frigid air. "Tell me, do you truly believe all mages to be evil?"
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" Hm- I didn't realize our name was becoming well known," she chuckles weakly as she turns around to rummage through a saddlebag, producing a loaf of very frozen bread which she carefully placed in the snow beside the flames," No- not all mages are evil, to believe that would be nonsense. But that does not mean I do not consider magic an abomination- unnatural... To be born without any abilities at all is truly damning, is it not?"
Aven waves the notion away. "I wouldn't say well known, I've simply met one of your order's Captains, Disgaua." Aven laughs at her statement on magic. "That's quite rich coming from an Adhara: are you not in possession of a terribly rare form of Mordecaism? Some would call that trait even less fair than magic, as it occurs far less, do you not agree? I can say for certain that I, myself, jealous of your anti-psionic and magic barrier."
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" Captain Disgaua..?" She muses, arching an eyebrow as if attempting to recall any mention of a slender, silver-haired male beauty from her captain's ramblings in the recent past before leaning down to examine the loaf slowly thawing. A small smile curling her cherry lips," Then I'd like to apologize late, if he treated you roughly. I suppose now it is rather obvious to me you are a mage, no? No normal individual would be able to feel the effects of my aura..."
Trailing off, Hakon turns her head slightly," I have no control over my aura, it is merely a blessing -or curse- given to me by Ansgar himself. I merely wield it to fit the duty I must fulfill. Unlike most, I do not chase my quarry into range of its effects- I let them come to me if I so choose." she leans back and looks straight at him, grey-hazel eyes unfeeling and stony as she speaks coolly.
" And here you are."
Aven leans forward to the fire, a soft chuckle resounding from his chest. "Actually, in that case, it should be me who apologizes, as it was a bit the other way around. Yes, I am a Mage, but as Disgaua found out, I am anything but ordinary."
From behind him, a tendril of darkness rises, fully ignorant of the woman's field, and waves harmlessly at her. He turns his eyes to meet her cold gaze, the irises still soft and welcoming, but small black particle emanating from the center and roaming outward to the edges, where they seemingly wink out of existence. "Lightly put, it is not too tall a task for me to bring Mordecai to heel, a feat that, in most cases, does not require any harm to either side." A small spark of aggression flashes across his face, as if to say, try it, before returning to his normal, light expression. "But there's no need to demonstrate that here, we're both civil people!"
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" Civil." She agrees flatly," Civil and cold. I'd much rather wait until the snow stops before engaging you in battle." Observing the small tendril, she reasons that it likely was a biological part of him- as only such manifestations could be created if they were naturally living within or without... Even if they were 'unnatural' in a sense. Leaning back, she shuddered once before pursing her lips- blowing a thick cloud of steam into the air, falling silent as she heard a small pop.
Looking down, the loaf seemed to have swollen and burst ever so slightly, causing her to smile as the vaguest of yeasty scents mixed with that of smoke,"... Would you be willing to share this bread with me?" she inquires looking up. It seemed this young lady was quite the master of hiding her emotions- for now at least. The rumors that swirled about Ansgar's Hand's Major always told of a woman on the edge of awe-striking madness when it came to battle, far too volatile for the Knights of the White Lily to accept.
Aven's eyes light up at the offer, the black particles ceasing to flow. "How generous! Of course, I would be delighted! Do you mind if I share a bit with my companion?" He points to the fur on his robe, apparently serious.
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Arching an eyebrow, she nods faintly as she scoops up the loaf, breaking it in half before handing him one vaguely steaming portion. Seeming to be watching his coat with interest. If He did happen to have possession of a little companion, then perhaps if they were to fight she could use such friendship to her advantage. But not all encounters with mages ended in conflicts, just most of them-
" Of course, go ahead."
Aven smiles wider, accepting the bread graciously, then taps the fur on his robe, ripping off a third of the bread and waving it. "Tricey, would you like some?" The fur rapidly morphs into feathers, which detach themselves and all coalesce into the form of a raven, which perches on Aven's right shoulder, grabbing the bread with its beak and placing it down on the now furless robe, pecking away at it's meal. Aven seems to remember something. "By the way, I don't believe we've introduced ourselves, how silly of me! I am Aven, and this is Beatrice." He extends his left hand in a gesture of greeting.
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Hakon pulls her legs to her chest as she observed the creature, tilting her eyebrow toward the small changeling," Lady Hakon Kilandre, or Major- depending upon your preference," she reaches down, running her gloves hand over the great Theocog stallion's muscled flank," This is my closest companion Purgatorio,"
Her hazel-grey eyes flickers toward Aven with a tiny smile curling her lips,"... What is she, if I may?" she asks quietly
Aven retracts his hand awkwardly, a twitch in his before smooth demeanor. Something about it seems rehearsed, as if he wasn't expecting conversation to be casual. He does a small bow, albeit from a sitting position, and Beatrice performs a small hop to stay upright on her perch, nodding her beak to Hakon in acknowledgement. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Hakon."
He glances at her steed. "You as well, Purgatorio."
At Hakon's question, Beatrice ruffles her plumage, staring straight at Hakon. A voice echoes out from her general direction, feminine and extremely proper. "I would greatly appreciate you addressing questions regarding my personage to me, thank you kindly."
Aven raises an eyebrow to the bird. "You know, saying 'thank you kindly' at the end of a statement does not make it kind."
Beatrice bats Aven's cheek with her wing. "It is kind should I say it is kind." She reassumes her posture, turning to face Hakon once more. "To answer your misdirected inquiry, I am a proud member of the Corvus genus, a Raven, and my dear's guardian."
Aven looks more than a bit embarrassed at her demeanor, but waits for a reply.
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Chuckling quietly, Hakon murmurs," We all have our guardians, do not feel ashamed if she has a sharp tongue," offering a small smile to the bird as she tilts her head to one side, closing her eyes as frost had begun to form upon her eyelashes," Ugh- hopefully the snow will end soon, I'm not sure how much..." she pauses and shakes her head with a shuddering breath.
Purgatorio raises his head, looking at the raven with angled ears, nostrils flaring as if to try and get a feel for whatever was up with this strange feathery being. After all, he was used to pounding much larger magical creatures into pulp.
Aven squints into the blasting winds. "Perhaps I could make some shelter? After all, you did share food with Tricey and I, it's the least I can do."
Beatrice shoots Purgatorio a skeptical look, sizing the beast up in return. Judging by the extra pair of legs, the steep was likely very fast. She had no doubt Aven could outrun it, but she wondered if her speed would allow such a feat.
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" Are you able?" She asks doubtfully, opening her eyes slowly, blinking rapidly. She took another careful, shuddering breath, he obviously wouldn't be able to use any type of magic within even 10 meters of her- but knowing mages, he would find some loophole. They alwas did.
Hakon closed her eyes again, her entire body was numbed to the point where it was nearly painful, even the flames doing little to thaw out her flesh. Ah... How ironic it would be to die here, frozen to death next to her trust steed instead of on the battle field?
Aven nods, giving Hakon a winning smile, before clutching the bread in his hand tightly. Dark veins spread along the surface, covering it completely, until it bursts into a small cloud of black particles, which flow into Aven's mouth. He wipes one of the particle off his lip, proceeding to extend his arms outward. In a large circle around them, a dome of the same strange shadowy material the tendril had been comprised of begins to rise, save for a two meter space on the opposite side of the wind. Within mere moments, the four of them are enclosed in an igloo-like structure, about fifteen meters wide and just as high.
Aven blows on his hands, taking a seat once more. "How is that? Better?" Outside, the winds howled in protest of the foreign object, unable to pierce its formidable defense and forced to make their way around.
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The Major observes this all in grim silence. Admittedly, one of the things she disliked so much about magic was the ease at which anyone could seemingly do anything, this being a prime example of that. Alas, she was not stupid enough to barate nor religious enough to throw a tantrum, not to mention the onset of hypothermia could REALLY put a damper in one's hostility factor. As the wind stopped tearing through her, she released a soft sigh of relief, now the warmth of the small flames beginning to safely bloom in the company of such shelter.
" Thank you, Aven." She spoke quietly, looking up at him with a tiny smile as Purgatorio shifted uneasily at her back
Aven exhales, suddenly exhausted. His knees buckle, and he falls backward onto his rear. "You're very welcome."
Beatrice flies up as he falls, flapping her wings to hover above him. "That is what you get for constructing such a ridiculously large barrier, Aven, dear. Try not to be reckless."
Aven sighed, adjusting his position on the snow. "I had to make it big enough to house Purgatorio. Claustrophobia is a dangerous thing in close quarters with animals."
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Purgatorio, meanwhile, seemed only vaguely disturbed but seemed to reflect his rider's passive fratitude, plopping his massive head back down into the snow as its great flank heaved once in a relieved sigh The armor on its large frame hissing slightly with the movement.
Hakon meanwhile carefully removed her cloak from her shoulders, blinking away the crystalized water on her eyelashes as she offers Aven a vague smile," Impressive, I suppose that is one way to get around my aura- projecting your abilities just outside of it..." she murmurs, she felt warm enough, and confident enough to begin to start removing her pauldrons, keeping the steel close to the fire could warp it too much- and she felt little need to be trapped in her own suit today.
Aven raises an eyebrow at the comment. "Magic? No, I can't use magic in your field: this dome is made of dark matter."
Beatrice does a jerking motion with her head, reminiscent of a scoff. "Foolish human, unaware of how your own abilities function. Magic is effectively nonexistent in an Adhara field, anyone inside cannot access magic powers, regardless of the range they aim to use it for."
Aven shoots the prissy bird a look to be silent. "Be courteous, Tricey. Not everyone does research into their powers, it is enough for most to see their effects."
Beatrice cocks her head to the side. "Fools, you mean."
Aven sighs for a third time, rubbing the back of his neck. "I apologize, Hakon. Tricey has a difficult time with empathy."
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" Your bird's tongue seems as sharp as her talons-" Hakon comments dryly as she unlatched the folds upon folds of heavy armoring, working methodically and diligently," It is possible for one to project their abilities outside of the field- though attempting to use said abilities within it-? Would be impossible." she looks up, gazing at the raven thoughtfully for a moment- a little meat to go with the loaf would have been nice. Maybe next time.
slowly pushing herself up, she laid the pieces of her armor carefully inside the wall of the igloo, now clad in a short sleeved undershirt and the rough woolen pants that protected her legs from chaffing against the harsh padding of the armor- turning slightly, she tilts her head," Tell me about yourself, Aven, would you? I always have enjoyed stories of another's life."
She offers a small smile. On an individual basis, Hakon prided herself upon treating all as equals, acknowledging the sentience in every foe depending on the situation. But when it came to the battlefield- all became faceless monsters which would forever haunt her and keep her body forever in a rigid, wary stance. Everyone had a story, and regardless of whether she was meant to kill the individual or not- she would hear it.
Aven's face flushes slightly at her attire, actively preventing himself from staring by turning toward the flames. Despite his embarrassment, he recognized this as his opportunity to ascertain intel on Hakon's past. "Why, isn't that a bit presumptuous? I believe it's common courtesy to offer information in exchange, correct?" In order for him to attempt to sway Hakon's opinion of the war, he needed to know more about her and her past. Underhanded? Yes, but necessary for his mission, and it certainly wouldn't be the least honest act he would perform before the end. He leans back, planting his elbow in the snow and resting his cheek on his fist again. "Ladies first, as they say."
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" I do believe I asked though-" she muses, arching an eyebrow as she notices a rosy flush come across his face," Oh? I apologize if it seems scandalous, I'm used to being around soldiers who don't give a rat's ass to your attire unless it can conceal a weapon." She muses, tilting her head to one side as she reaches back, beginning to braid her straight blonde locks with relative ease despite the clumsy movement of her fingers. Alas, that wasn't always true, she was used to the hungry or strange looks she received in camps when dressed casually- after all, women in war was still almost unheard of, let alone a woman not of the White Lily. But she had proven time and time again far too brusque and merciless for the order. Neither feminine nor masculine, simply... Volatile.
" I can just as easily share my story after you share yours- come, humor me this once," she chortles
Aven pretends to think about it for a moment, then caves. "Alright then. Well, for starters, I'm an expert when it comes to women, and I enjoy long walks along the beach at noon." His grin widens, and he laughs. "All joking aside, I was born in Southern Connloath, on a farming plantation. I've been told that even within the hour of my birth, my shadow behaved strangely, moving in odd directions and ignoring the path of the light it should follow. That omen manifested itself when I still a toddler, when it was discovered I was a Mage who controlled shadows." He gazes distantly at the dark wall of the dome. "Instead of sending me to the Church, my parents kept me close, trying to teach me to conceal my powers, allowing me to play with the slaves at the plantation in order to keep me around normal people, a few of which became very close friends of mine." Aven closes his eyes. "Needless to say, that particular bit of advice never hit home, as the shadows would whisper to me at night, enticing me to explore their secrets. Eventually, I gave in, and developed an intense thirst for knowledge on magic and the shadows. My research into animating shadows led me to discover a foreign substance that I never knew existed, a kind of matter that cannot bond with itself, instead able to bond with any other matter or magic, changing it's properties fundamentally. I dubbed it 'dark matter'." He opens his eyes, and within them, the black particles from before swirls in a hypnotic rhythm. "One day, I decided to experiment with that dark matter on my shadow: little did I know, my shadow and I were interconnected. The moment the dark matter fused with my shadow, it invaded my body as well, nearly consuming me all together, just like that bread from earlier. When I awoke, I was different, no longer fully human, but a being of the dark as well." Aven chuckles dryly. "I suppose you could say I'm a shadow of my former self."
Around Aven, the same black particles begin to spontaneously appear, floating around him. "I've learned to suppress it now, but until recently, these particles would always circle me, and that fact drove me to flee my former life as a Connloathian noble, as it would be impossible to hide my status as a Mage with such a stigma."
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Hakon listened in silence, trying to recall whether she had heard of such happenings- but likely during this time she had been either dealing with familiar difficulties or going through Mordecai training. Offering a small smile she muses," They'll never admit they had a son such as you- I'm afraid to say." Tilting her head gently to one side as she settled by the fire she did not seem to realixe how harsh her words came off as before continuing," But this, at least, means you are free to wander- as long as you don't cause mischief.
Crossing her arms over her chest, the Major closes her eyes, forcing her body to relax as she gazes at him from across the fire warily. Blade and shield resting on either side of her rather neatly," So your life is not all woe, is it?"
Aven chuckles. "I'd say I've had a fairly good life so far, actually, if not a tad bit lonely until I found Tricey here. I've also begun to gather a ring of supporters to aid me in my mission, not to mention I'm able to pursue my studies of magic quite freely, albeit on the move. So far, most everything has gone according to my plan, save maybe a little run-in with Grand Master Artorias and Fade Rylian." One corner of his lip curls downward, recalling a heavily taxing encounter with the two Mordecai leaders, but shrugs. "Not that I didn't plan for a bounty, anyway. So!" He leans forward. "Your turn, Lady Hakon. What's your story?"
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" Artorias Frostmane is a good man, my mentor for a time during Mordecai training," she chuckles softly tilting her head to one side," Though I have yet to meet... Who? Fade Rylian? Who is that?" she chortles softly, gazing at him curiously with a soft smile," You have so much more experience with life then I do I suppose- most of my time is spent swinging my sword arm."
Aven's eyebrows and mouth plateau. "I don't know if 'man' is the right word for Artorias. He's about as human as I am." The expression flattens even further. "And Fade Rylian, she's his apprentice. Human, for sure, but damn me if she acted like it: girl's got some serious issues, probably been through some serious shit."
Aven's face unwinds, and he laughs at her observation on experience. "I suppose you aren't wrong, but you aren't right, either. Just because I'm on the other side of the law doesn't exactly mean I'm more experienced with the world, per say. I simply have different experiences than you, gained knowledge from a viewpoint you've yet to explore." He pauses, bringing himself off the tangent. "Speaking of which, you still haven't held your end of the bargain, Lady Hakon. What exactly are those experiences, besides the sword swinging, of course?"
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Chuckling darkly, she rolls her eyes," If the girl cannot conceal her emotions from a troubled past, she isn't fit for the battle field, my friend." Her lips curling in a slight frown as she runs a hand through her hair, smiling cryptically as he prods at her," Well I am also a noble- of sorts- impoverished and perhaps... Disliked due to my own faults." She chuckles," I am not... Used to fine speech, persay."
Beatrice cocks her head, squeaking in annoyance. "You speak empty words, human. I do not suppose my dear misunderstood the agreement: it was for details regarding your past, not a riddle game."
Aven pats the agitated Raven's head. "Now, now, give her a chance to speak, Tricey." He returns his gaze to meet Hakon's. "Lady Hakon, I believe you are sorely mistaken about what constitutes a truly strong soldier: it is not the ability to repress one's emotions and bury their past, but the courage to face the brutal throws of reality and stand tall nonetheless. A true warrior represents judgement, and wields only their own, because, unlike most would have you believe, it takes a hundred times the strength to spare an enemy than it takes to slay them."
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" Oh? I do not recall making any judgement of what a true warrior should be- in fact-" she tilts her head back, carefully concealing her annoyance with the bird- she had much preferred it as a silent boa in truth,"- psycholoigical wounds created by harsh past experiences should be treated just as a physical wound. Given time to heal correctly and treated with diligence. Thrusting an individual onto the battlefield so soon can cause that wound to worsen."
Slowly she lowered her gaze again, locking hers with Aven," You seem quite prone to concluding my thoughts for me. I advise against such actions as thus far you have read my thoughts rather... Incorrectly to put it gently. If I truly believed what you say I do, would I not have attempted to cut you down already?" She cocked her head to one side, straight blonde locks falling over her scarred shoulders as she stares at him with an unmoved expression. She had learned in combat, simply swallowing ones emotions for channeled use at a later time could mean the difference between life and death- the same tactic being used here.
Aven shakes his head. "My point was regarding Fade Rylian: simply put, she is not a soldier at all. She is an assassin, who does only what she is told, to the 't' and without hesitation. What caused this may or may not be the psychological wounds you speak of, but if I were to guess, I would say that she was likely raised to be this way, not damaged into it." A hardened look enters his eyes for the first time, something cold and distant. "I have not judged you a fool, Lady Hakon: rather, I've given you ample warning about the results of attempting to fight me. Do you remember what you said about predator and prey?" Aven's eyes glinted. "Which do you think I fall under?"
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" Everyone seems to love to remind me that I should not fight. But I suppose that is the story of every dark horse, no? Warned, beaten, before bursting from the back of the pack and sweeping all aside with ease," slowly she stood, having finished braiding her hair, allowing the thick braid to swing over her shoulder to rest in the small of her back as she strode over to the man. She crouched in frobt of him, elbows resting upon her knees as her face hovered mere inches from his. Her expression was unreadable to the point of being rather unnerving- but in such close proximity, even in the dim light of the sad little fire, one could make out the thick scars over her bare shoulders, the hundreds upon thousands of other tiny white knicks littering the rest of her body, no inch of her skin seemed untainted by a telltale sign of conflict.
" I think, much like myself, you are a predator. But you categorize other predators as your prey, and that, my friend- is dangerous." She murmurs in a low voice, blinking slowly. Now one could see where the noble blood came into play, there was something eternally regal and even stunning about her features, an air of authority that clinged to her skin- her eyes- a multi-colored array of hazel and grey, were utterly hypnotic even if they seemed to be average to an extent... Ah, there was truly awe to be had in everything.
Aven glances to see the scars on Hakon's body, a testament to her struggles and triumphs. His silver irises lock with hers, but his heart fails him as his face flushes a bright red at the woman's proximity. Was he... intimidated? It isn't her threat that reached into his mind and put it under duress, but her aura: it is commanding, ordering him to stand down, even against his own will.
Aven's eyes widen slightly, and he stutters to speak. "I... um... you..." He tries to break eye contact, but his vision only wanders to the subtle curves of Hakon's form, firm and strengthened by vigorous battles and training. The boy flushes even further, ripping his eyes away to the side.
Beatrice beats her wings in anger, attempting to shoo the woman away. "Preying upon my dear's decency? Leave him be!"
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Her gaze slid to the bird, unfeeling, stony as she murmurs," You of all creature should know there is no decorum or modesty in survival." Once more turning her gaze to Aven before reaching out- pressing her palm against his cheek gently. Her hand was marred by callouses, rough, the skin hardened from years of swordplay as she turns his gaze once again the face her," Look at me. You have nothing to fear from me, but the moment you decide to turn on me, you should be terrified."
She offers a small smile, tilting her head as she drops her hand back to her lap," Perhaps we can spar as companions someday, truly test our mettle. But I see no reason to try and strike you down now, do you?"
If Aven had a boiling point, it was reached when Hakon put her hand on his cheek. Looking at him, one could nary tell that his normal complexion was pale. Still, the calloused nature of her skin brought him back to reality, reminding him exactly who she was: a skilled and experienced warrior.
Beatrice squats in annoyance. "Do not lecture me on the laws of nature, human! Survival does not play into this scenario, if my dear had the intention to kill you, he could do it any time." The bird cocks her head, a raspy chuckle sounding from her. "Have you not realized that you are at his mercy? Be grateful-" Aven silences her with a finger.
Aven blinks, regaining a fraction of his wits. He closes his eyes, as the color recedes from his skin, then reopens them, the dark matter swirling in his eyes. "You still do not understand. I was not clear before, so I will be blunt: you cannot defeat me in a battle. Just as any Mage that relies on their magic to win will wither before the Mordecai, so too will any warrior that relies on their sword kneel before me." Without even a gesture, six tendrils of shadow rise from the ground behind Aven. One bends down to touch his hand. "This is the power of dark matter that I wield: when combine with shadows, even the sharpest mortal blade will not cut it." He glances at Hakon. "It was in my interest to test your abilities, but I see now that there is no need for such trifling. So you are correct, there is no reason for us to fight."
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Increasingly, she was losing patience with the bird- alas, she observed the tendrils- clearly they were biological or else they would not have been able to manifest themselves. Of course, if she had not held her own againsts uch things before, she would certainly not be here. The Major moves patiently to sit beside him, scooping up a frozen and frosted over stick that had been trapped in the igloo, using it to prod the flames," I would like go be addressed with more respect, Beatrice, if you would." She spoke simply, low, gravely voice measured and cool- but it was becoming clear she was becoming ever so slightly exasperated.
Pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping one arm around them, she watched the red tongues of heat leap upward as if in joy. No- she had not been looking to use her 'womanly charms' persay to take the mage off guard, at this moment she was more concerned about becoming ill due to the sweat inside her armor freezing and thawing out before she had the chance to escape. Sickness now would mean death, and with a mage such as this- well, it was hard to tell but he would strike just as any other she was sure. Looking back toward him, she tilts her head suddenly," Tell me, have you ever been with another in an intimate sense?" She asked suddenly, the question genuine. Besides, such intimacy and the bragging of such was rather commonplace amongst grunts- often the subject of jokes and playful jabs to ease the atmosphere.
Aven stares into the fire, unable to hide the pang of loneliness that surfaces in his eyes at the question. "No," He responds after a brief pause. "Such was not in the cards for me, as on principle, I would never do such a thing with someone I did not wish to spend my life with." Unconsciously, his eyebrows lower. "That is no longer a commitment I can make." Maybe it was the dim light of the fire, but Aven suddenly appeared much younger. Truly, despite his ambitions and experiences, he was a novice to what made life worth living, something he regretted deep in his heart. For a moment, it would seem unthinkable that he could ever harm a fly, his face gentle and longing for something he could never obtain.
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Unconciously, as from instinct of huddling about the flames with fellow grunts- she wrapped her arm over his skinny back, one hand resting on the back of his head in a gesture of almost brotherly reassurance- seeming to notice how utterly frail the man was for the first time. Her eyes widen a fraction, she almost drew away due to an odd fear he may break in half, but restrains herself as she offers a wry smile," Then you are truly someone to wait for, for the right person at least." she chuckles, gazing at the fire.
" Apologies- I know my manners stem from being a brute and being surrounded by brutes, so if I come off as too forward- do warn me," she murmurs, ruffling the back of his head with a soft chuckle,"... You already know this, but-... Hold what can only be yours once very close. That is what I do- but in the end, Noble blood never is our own." she offers a weak smile
Aven still blushes slightly from the contact, but he seems more comfortable with it now. He glances her way. "You're fine, I simply caught me by surprise before. As for Noble blood, you sound like one who speaks from experience. May I take a guess?" He looks back to the flickering light of the flames. "Your family is not too thrilled with your chosen profession, are they?"
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Hakon offers him another smile, her thin lips curling into a gentle smile," They would be proud if they were still around," she admits with a soft chuckle," We've always been warriors, it's my advisors who are rather bristly about it all- they want the Kilandre bloodline to continue before I die on the battlefield. Hence, they decide tossing me into the capital to, persay, 'parade around their prize mare'," she chuckles dryly.
Absentmindedly, her fingers continue to massage the back of his scalp," Which is why I go on all the details that send me away for the longest." she chuckles
Aven relaxes, while Beatrice glares at Hakon with beady eyes. "If they are indeed your advisors, I would suggest firing them. They may be correct about you line's wellbeing, but such is not a matter for which to throw yourself at a man you will not be happy with. I doubt my opinion means anything, but houses rise and fall, as do all social constructs, for others to take their place. Crippling your life for the sake of a sinking ship sound quite foolish to me."
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" I will not fire them, they are loyal and only wish the best," she smiles faintly, tilting her gaze toward Aven as her hand stops to rest on the back of his neck. The young woman's fingers were freezing, providing a reasonable amount of shock when coming on contact with Aven's bare skin.
" So I will keep them and obey, for the people who reside on my lands. That or I will die on the battlefield first, either way- my people, the Theocog, they will be safe," she answers gently," Duty must be done not for the sake of the individual, but rather the collective, yes?"
Aven glances back at Hakon, a shiver traveling down his back at her icy touch. "If you truly believed that, you would not so readily follow the Grand Duke, Lady Hakon. That, or you cannot see where the path he has chosen will bring this country and it's people."
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" Oh? What path would that be?" She inquires softly, tilting an eyebrow at him. Leaning back after a long moment to breathe a content sigh as she closes her eyes. Retracting her hand and crossing it over her chest- hugging herself in silence
Aven leans forward, folding his hands and resting his chin on them, staring at the flames. "The path of destruction. The Grand Duke would see all mages eradicated or exiled: but that practice is unsustainable. More people will always be born with magical abilities, and the logistics of having anyone with magic killed, let alone deported, is astronomical." His grip tightens. "The only way to sustain such a practice is if they found a way to remove the magic from a person's body, a feat that can technically be accomplished, but to my knowledge, only through use of other magic, and forbidden magic at that." He glances at Hakon. "So, who do you think will be charged with the honor of killing every mage that is born?"
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" Myself, and others similiar to myself." She answers simply with a sigh," Your visions have already begun, my friend." Her voice cracked slightly but she continues," But the infants will be sent to the church to be raised, if they are hidden to an older age, they will be killed and parents charged with betrayal to the nation."
She turns her head, opening one eye to gaze at him,"... You can't stop it, you know,"
Aven maintains his gaze. "You're right: nothing I do can stop the Grand Duke's vision. Even if I killed him, another would take his place. But do you know who can stop him?" His lips widen into a mischievous grin. "The Mordecai. He cannot do anything without them, and they have the people's support."
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" Ah..." her lips curled upward as the understanding sigh left her lips in a relaxed 'o'," Now I see what you are," opening her multi-colored eyes, she turned toward him, resting her hand on her cheek as she stared at him unblinkingly.
" Puppetmaster, kingmaker-? Am I right?"
Aven thinks for a moment. "I've never thought about myself like that, but in a way, you are correct. I cannot infiltrate and change things myself, it is necessary to gather those who can under one united front. The rebellion is ultimately fruitless, they will only extinguish life faster that way, or lose themselves to their inner demons in the process of survival." He sighs. "But, yes; I am not a revolutionary. I am the revolutionary."
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She laughs, the sound hollow and with an utter lack of humor as she sits up, scooping up a handful of clean snow, chewing on it thoughtfully before speaking," I should kill you then, if you are to be the future cause of all Connlaoth's troubles- besides... We Mordecai serve the people, and the people are content." She tilts her head," We will oly change when the people do, and they will not any time soon."
Aven shakes his head. "You're wrong. Did you take a vow to serve only some people? Mages are people, Lady Hakon, can you not understand that?" He gives her a sorrowful stare. "Did any of us ask to be born with magic power? No, it is not a choice, it is chance." He stands up, Beatrice shuffling nervously on his shoulder, remaining silent. Aven lets his arms hang their sides. "If you believe that mages are not people, and deserve to be put in camps, led to the slaughter, Lady Hakon, then strike me down here. I will not dodge. Should I leave here alive, however, it is certain that I will oppose the Grand Duke with all my might."
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She pauses, gazing at him for a moment as she chewed on the handful of snow- as it provided the only water within the area. She blinked slowly, Hakon tilts her head, straight strands of platinum-blonde hair slowly sliding down her shoulder as she furrows her brow. Her gaze flickers slowly toward the fire, observing it closely, watching the red tongues lap at the air greedily before speaking in a quiet voice.
" Do you want to die today, Aven?" she asks softly, once more, hazel-grey gaze locking with his. her tongue briefly swiping over her chapped lips.
Aven smiles, a genuine, trusting expression. "No more than any person wishes to brave the great unknown: but I have a faith, Lady Hakon. A faith in humanity, a faith that it seems many people have lost." Beatrice ruffles her feathers, anxious. Aven's eyes are soft, vulnerable. "I believe that people fight when they are attacked, an instinct that has lead us to this chain of violence. My dream is to shatter that chain with my resolve, that mages as non-mages will one day walk arm in arm throughout this country." He closes his eyes. "I do not wish to die, no, but that is not the question I have asked you. Do you wish to kill?"
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" I do," she answers but gazes at him unblinkingly," But not you. Not yet." she slowly stood, reaching out before placing a hand on his head, looking down upon him with a shadow of a smile playing upon her lips. Made even more cryptic by the dancing shadows brought about by the small flames. She stayed there for a moment before chiding quietly-
" We should sleep, talking until the sun rises will not help us get out of this pass, right?" she points out softly, offering a weak smile as she strode back over to the Theocog which lay fast asleep on its side.
Aven nods quietly. "Very well. Sleep on my words, Lady Hakon, and we shall speak in the morning." When Hakon turns around, Aven and Beatrice are gone without a trace.
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Hakon had wrapped her cloak around her shoulders, turning to speak her own goodnight to him- finding him gone- this caused her to stiffen for a moment before slowly settling beside her noble steed, soon falling asleep. Fitful and anxious but sleep nonetheless.
-The Sun Rose Several Hours Later...
She awoke, freezing, slowly sitting up to find herself in a dome of glowing blue ice. The Major took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it before memories of the previous night came flooding to her, immediately causing her to glance around warily.
She stood now, moving to adjust the fire as the massive Theocog shifted, standing as well, flank quivering once to shake off any frost clinging there. It was so quiet- for a moment she actually missed her odd companion, pausing in her actions to try and recall his features... She worried- he seemed weak.
From the snow on the other side of the igloo, a pitch black shadow appears from under the snow. Up from the darkness appears Aven, his form rising out of nothing but the shadow, Beatrice faithfully perched on his shoulder. He stretches, yawning. "Did you have a good rest, a Lady Hakon?"
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Inhaling quickly, she furrows her brow at him for a moment, briefly pressing a hand over her mouth as if to stifle either a yelp or strong profanity. Chuckling dryly, she sighs weakly,"... Do you sleep in the shadows as well?" she reached back, beginning to slowly unbraid her hair, watching him warily
Aven squints at the light peeking in through the ice. "It's easier for me to sleep in the dark, I've found." His eyes droop a bit. "Certainly more comfortable than the sun."
Aven straights, crossing his arms. "So, have you made up your mind?"
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" Hm? Of what? Killing or allowing you to live? Joining or destroying you?" She muses quietly, carefully concealing the fact that she felt now like a prisoner in this ice dome from him," That seems like something to take many days to consider, rather then mere hours. Besides... It would make no difference if we both freeze, starve or simply die in the Godforsaken pass, yes?"
She turned away from him, slowly scooping up her pieces of armor, redressing herself in the massive metallic pieces in a slow, methodical practice that seemed to automatic that she seemed a mere machine in that moment.
Aven raises an eyebrow to the entrance that he's left open, only to find that it was also frozen over. He shrugs, and gestures toward the wall beside him, three tendrils of shadow rising from behind him, dagger-like blades at their tips. The shadows strike at ridiculous speed, each slicing a line in the wall to form the shape of a doorway. Aven performs a pushing motion, and the three tendrils simultaneously strike the ice, shattering the thin slab they'd created. A chilling wind flows into the enclosure, but the rest of the ice remains intact. "Perhaps we should go, then. Reaching civilization is a priority for me as well."
Beatrice turns her head away from Hakon, unwilling to look the woman in the eye, but still does not speak.
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Placing the rather vicious helm over her head as the wind blasts into the room, the knight slowly leads the Theocog from the enclosure, mounting the huge creature even in the deep snow before turning slightly toward him, cloak draping over the warhorse's haunches as she suddenly offers Aven her hand,"... Come on- we'll get there faster this way-" her voice slightly muffled by the hem.
Aven accepts the gesture, but a hesitant look in his eyes points to complete inexperience with horses, much less Theocogs. "Thank you, Lady Hakon."
Beatrice finally snaps. "As your Guardian, dear, I cannot allow you to ride to your doom on such a perverse monstrosity!"
Aven shakes his head. "Tricey, have some faith. When was the last time I died from one of my ventures?"
The bird is dumbstruck, unable to answer such a loaded and utterly ridiculous question.
Aven laughs, a light, carefree sound. "Exactly!"
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Smiling beneatht he helm, she motioned for him to take her hand," Come- before we all freeze to death," she urges with a soft laugh, armored fingers creaking slightly as the metallic plates squeak against one another.
Purgatorio looks around, one large blue eye fixing on the bird as he sneezes once, as if to say 'You wot m8?'. He pawed the icy ground with two of his massive hooves as Hakon hushes him with a soft word- the charger tossing his head in response.
Beatrice squeaks in derision, giving up and angrily transforming into black fur on Aven's trim. "Do not say I did not warn you, dear!"
Aven takes her hand, and allows himself to be pulled onto the muscle bound steed. "Do you know the way to the closest city? I can't say that I do."
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" There is a town- a miner's village which I have been heading to in order to investigate some... Happenings," she admits as the horse moves into a methodical looe, pushing through the snow strongly as they begin to travel away through the pass," You'll have to be content there until you find another way out,"
She glances back, as if wondering if he would try to leave her company as soon as possible or perhaps linger.
Aven is attempting, and failing, to look calm as Purgatorio surges forward. His balance seems to be terrible, and at one point, he nearly tips off the steed, instinctively hugging onto Hakon's waist as she glances back at him.
Aven meets her eyes, extremely embarrassed. "Sorry, I've never ridden before... What kind of happenings?"
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Her arm snaps back at one point, briefly acting as a railing to ensure he wouldn't tip too far to one side before returning to the reigns- in truth, it was likely excruciatingly uncomfortable but to the cloak acting as a slight cushion between him and the massive Charger's armored hindquarters. Nonetheless, they were moving much more quickly steadily then would have been possible plowing through the deep drifts by foot.
" Not to worry-" she assures him, scanning the forests as they pushed through the forest- the day was clear now, not a cloud in the sky- only the deep snow a testament to the previous night's awful weather,"-Some residents fear the use of primal magic being used to increase the amount of ore that the mountain is producing. You see, people want to make a profit... But some do not wish to cheat nature for it. So lately the village has all but become a battle ground.
Aven shakes his head sadly. "Fools. Do they not realize that the matter needs to come from somewhere? They're weakening the structure of the mountain by transmuting like that!" He looks down, still gripping Hakon's waist. "What an arrogant misuse of power..." His words trail off and become less and less audible, as his eyes droop. "...Blasted sun..."
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Glancing back, she tilts her head faintly before glancing at the sun, then back at him,"... Would you like my helm? It could at least shield your face." she suggests calmly- suddenly lurking forward as the Theocog's foot breaks down deeper then intended- nearly falling forward with a surprised whinny.
Quickly her arm comes back, holding Aven's leg tightly as she murmurs soothing words to the beast," Now- now- you're doing alright, come- we're almost there, dear friend~"
Aven nods slowly, not fully conscious at this point. "That would be nice..." His grip begins to loosen.
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Reaching from the reigns, she pulled her helm free, shaking out her messy white locks before handing the helmet to him. It was carved in the relative visage of an eagle but expertly melded into the shape of your average protective shell. Only a small slit just above the 'beak' allowed for anythig to be seen outside of the helm.
" We were closer then we though-" she murmurs suddenly, rather idly as she points out a small plume of smoke in the distance, just beyond the next ridge.
Aven puts the helmet on absentmindedly, almost losing his grip on Hakon in the process. A scent wakes up his mind as the helmet creates a layer of darkness around his head: the scent of a woman. Inside the helmet, his face flushes once more as he realizes what he did, but out of necessity, he locks his hands around Hakon to avoid falling, hopelessly red.
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Hakon chuckles softly as she narrows her eyes against the cold wind. They continued to trudge on in silence- in the distance, mingled with the howling song of the freezing Northerly winds, A wolf's howl sounds.
Aven has a thought. "Lady Hakon, what are you planning to do once you arrive?" He turns to stare at the snow below them, methodically crushed under the foot of the massive Theocog.
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" Put the fighting to an end and serve justice as needed." she answers coolly, staring straight forward as the smoke steadily drew closer. She glances back, wisps of white hair falling over her nose and lips. If one didn't know better, this could have become a rather provocative scene- alas... Take context and that would change.
Aven looks up at Hakon through the helm, a steeled expression. "Then let me help you take them alive. They may be fools, but they don't need to pay for ignorance with their lives."
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" I do not have the respurces nor time to transport prisoners to a church in order to have them repent appropriately. Besides- war calls for decisiveness, no matter the extreme." She glances over her shoulder as him, arching a slender eyebrow,"... We've had times of mercy for long enough, and you now see how that has turned out."
Aven is quiet for a moment. "Do you have intelligence on how many mages are responsible?"
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Shaking her head as they began to slowly ascend a snowy slope, Hakon leaning forward slightly ro allow less weight to be pushed upon the Theocog's backside, she speaks," No- which Is why I am hoping to stay with our contact and scout the village from there." She admits softly," I do not desire to spill more blood then I must." She murmurs, glancing at him.
He didn't know what she had done for the nation against the mages, she knew if they won the civil war she would likely be tried and executed if not worse for what she had done. Once it had been for the safety of her people and lands, but not it was simply for victory- chipping away at the rebellious block as much as she could... If he knew he would flee. Or fight. Whichever came first.
Aven smiles softly behind the helm at her words. "You aren't as hard hearted as you say, Lady Hakon. If it helps, my dark matter can identify mages from normal people, and we can use that to find the perpetrators."
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She opened her mouth as if to protest, what if he lied? What if he flipped the tables and pointed out the innocents as mages and mages as not? So many thoughts whirled about her mind but she nodded in silence as they topped the ridge, seeing a small cabin, smoke rising from the smokestack as below, in a small valley, lay the mining village- a quarry carved deep into the mountain just beyond it. As they approached the cabin, annold man appears, clad in thick fur, he waves them down," Major?"
" Yes sirrah," she answers with a small smile
" Welcome to Nome-! 'Tis good to see Ansgar has finally bless'd us wit' assistance! T'e village has all been but at a stand still with t'e blizzard," his gnarled hands grasp the Theocog's reigns as he began to lead them through the snow, painfully lifting his knees over the snow," Here- lemme git yer boy cozy- whos the stranger, missus?"
Aven performs a small bow. "Just a hapless nomad: Lady Hakon rescued me from the blizzard, and gave me food. I'm looking to return the favor to her any way I can." His words obviously held truth, though Hakon would realize the details he omitted.
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Glancing briefly at him as if acknowledging the details he left out, offering him a slight nod as of noting his wisdom, she dismounted carefully as she reached up to help Aven down.
" Ah- good on ye mum-" the old man vracks a toothless smile," He yer bed companion now, Major?"
Smirking faintly, she tilts her head and shakes her head," Thats rather... Blunt. No, but that does not mean you are going to be," she sighs faintly," Come- lets go inside- I would like to finish thid as quickly as possible."
It's fortunate that Aven had a helmet on, because the man's blunt statement caused a new influx of blood to his face as he imagined the scenario. Aven dispelled the vulgar thought, cursing his baser instincts, but at the same time, laughed softly to himself. Seems I'm more human that I give myself credit for.
The situation triggered another thought, one he found strange and unbidden. Would she hate me if she knew what I really am? It'd never occurred to him that he cared what people thought of him, how strange.
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It took several minutes for them to be settled within the so-called contact's small abode, by the time they had fully settled, the sun had begun to dip again. Hakon finished pulling the cloak and fur clothing over her frame, hiding the multitude of scars and muscle mass that may put her aside from other woman in the village. The final touch being a scratchy woolen cloak provided by the man.
It took a moment to get used to the coarse fur against her skin and almost caused her physical pain upon seeing her clothing and armor hidden away in a moldering chest beneath a cot. Alas, her thoughts were snapped away as the old man inquires," Ye have a story- but yer man, does he? Tis a small town, word travels quick- woodn't be a problem weren't it fer the situation n all," her grunts, motioning toward Aven as he settled atop a low stool, chewing on some bitterly scented bark. The old man's demeanor toward Aven was nothing less then passive aggressive, untrusting- but thats what came with being in such a place without invitation.
Hakon turns toward Aven, tilting her head for a moment," Well-" she begind with a slight sigh," We could make it easy and claim he's my fiance, husband- something of the sort... We can't pass as relatives that is certain."
Aven's eyes widen, and he takes a moment to collect himself before removing the helm, his short, silver hair springing back up to its normal position. He manages a wry smile. "Now wouldn't your advisors be happy to hear that?" He giggles, despite himself. "In all seriousness, though, you're correct; that would make things much simpler." For most cases, anyway... how do engaged couples act? Is it different than married couples? He looks away toward the wall, concealing his embarrassment once more. Calm down, Aven. It would only be an act to carry on with your mission. It's for the mission. It's for the mission!
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Both Hakon and the old man look at him, as if they could sense his utter confusion and panic- a wry smile curling both their lips before the old man shakes his head with a snort," Is that possible? T'e boy looks ready to fall apart from nervousness I tell ye what."
Hakon waves her hand, snorting at Aven's comment before murmuring," It's the best we can do. Given the time, if they really are going to try and hold a mocking festival within the square tonight, a curious young couple would be the least disturbing."
" Yer right mum, but still-" the old man grimaces at Aven," none o' us mountain folk would believe such a gal would take such a skinny man- no meat on his bones, the boy'll break in twain."
Offering a small smirk, Hakon stood, moving toward the door of the shelter," Thats why I'm here-" she sings gently, her gaze briefly flashing to Aven," to protect him." She giggles softly
Aven purses his lips, calculating his options. The man had already seen him, so it wasn't an option to appear different... unless...
Aven turns to the man. "Will it truly rouse suspicion if I appear scrawny?"
Aven couldn't exactly make himself physically stronger, but using dark matter manipulation, he could appear that way. The problem is, it would also slow his reaction time down, but considering the task at hand, that wasn't really an issue.
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Hakon snorts, interrupting the old man before he could speak- beckoning Aven forth she muses," No- all mountainfolk tend to think if you don't look like a bear then you're not attractive. I beg to differ but to each their own- come- lets see what we can find out before nightfall... Dearest fiance," she snorts, rolling her eyes with a soft laugh.
She popped open the door faintly, a cold whistle of freezing air quickly puffing into the room, chilling the air
Aven follows Hakon with a sigh of relief. Personally, having large muscles would be terrible off-putting for his balance, not to mention the strain it would put on his abilities. "Coming, honey." He pokes back with a soft laugh, following her out the door into the cold.
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As they exitted into the cold, she muttered with a soft laugh," We'll... Just have to see how this goes, won't we? But don't pull any revolutionary bullshit, would you? Please do me that kindness so no one has to be slaughtered mindlessly." Even as she spoke, she wrapped both arms around one of his, starting down the gentle slope to the village with him in tow.
Pausing for a moment, she rested her chin on his shoulder, looking at him with a small smirk," If you be a good husband, I'll try to be a good wife, this is a patriarchal society," she points out with a soft laugh, her warm breath brushing up against his cheek as warm mist. Her breath smelled like sweet mint- it was rather surprising, most soldiers did not give a damn whether they smellednof lavender or shir~
Aven looks up and away, his mouth an odd squiggle, trying not to be swayed by her performance. "You're a damn good actor, you know that?" He turns forward once more, a little bit more serious. "And please, do not confuse me with those idiots in the revolution: unlike them, I understand that one's ends do not justify the means. Mages who upset the balance of this world with their magic must be locked away or put down, the same as any noble who uses his influence for evil deeds, or any murderer with a sword." His brow furrows. "Magic is only as good or evil as the one using it, just as a sword can both protect and destroy. This is something that both sides of this war cannot seem to comprehend: they are both in the wrong."
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She offers a sweet smile, shuffling ever so slightly closer as she hugs his arm, musing," Only when I get into a performance, which isn't often," she answers softly, shuffling awkwardly downward. The Village was slowly lighting up as the light dimmed- they received several strange looks as they sauntered into the villages center where small fires had been lit about the square- trying to thaw away the ice as several men and women seemed to be drawing crude patterns. The trained eye would note these as basic sigils for your basic transmutation ritual-
Hakon gazed at the runes but said little, seemig troubled if not worried.
Aven's face remains a bit flushed, making no sign that he noticed the sigils except for a small snap of his fingers, barely audible with his gloves on. Three minuscule black dots float away from him, almost invisible to the naked eye unless one were searching for them. They travel slowly toward the nearest source of magical power.
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Hakon moved away from him, releasing his arm. The patch of warmth where she once pressed against him now leaving him particularly cold as she kneels beside an old woman, murmuring quietly as she speaks to the woman- who at first seems shocked but slowly relaxes, looking at Aven suspiciously... Perhaps, she thought the powerful aura was comihg from him? Perhaps... That was why she was keeping him so close?
The finished rune seems to have been drawn in chalk, '۞'. Ornate and beautiful as it was, it seemed to give off a strangely intoxicating air.
Aven's eyes narrow. That sigil could barely turn water into a gas, let alone transmute normal stone into other minerals deep in the earth. Are they... He glances around, scanning for similar sigils. Constructing an array?
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It was hard to tell from the small fires and ice caking the area, suddenly a large hand slams onto Aven's shoulder a booming laugh," Here to enjoy the festivities,boy?" A massive man with men as red as fire, bristly mane and beard- your run of the mill man-bear, his yellow teeth flashing between the wiry tangles.
His grip seemed utterly bone crushing, enough to pop a child's skull.
Aven's knees give out at the impact, but the vice grip of the beast beside his holds him aloft. Eyes and mouth wide in shock, his head creaks over to face the mountain man. "A-as soon as my collarbone heals, absolutely." He shoots Hakon a look saying, I thought you said this was a human village!
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Hakon turns enough to watch him being greeted by the bear man, mouthing ' I did not!' Before turning back to whatever conversation she had previous had with the old woman. Who was now wagging a scrawny and arthritis curled finger in the young woman's face- Hakon's expression, though unreadable to the old woman seemed to be growing increasingly intrigued.
The bear-man laughs loudly, wrapping a massive arm around Aven's shoulders- each muscle was about the side of the young man's skull and clearly defined," Yer hilarious! The boys at the tavern will love you! Come! Come now!" He begins to steer Aven away from the two women, causing Hakon to shoot him a questioning look
Aven shoots her a look back, I bench fifty, what do you want from me? He runs the situation through his mind, trying to find a course of action: he could run a tendril up his clothes and use it to push the man's arm away, but knowing this man's type, that would most likely lead to repeated arm wrestling challenges at their tavern. He could go into partial shadow form and slip out of the man's grasp, but in such a populated area, someone would be sure to notice...
Aven puts on a boisterous grin, an expression that looks strange on him to Hakon, and speaks loudly. "Maybe later, my good man, but right now, I'm enjoying a night with my fiancé." He leans in a bit, still restricted by the beast's muscles, whispering, wearing a sly smirk. "Scoring some points, if you catch my drift."
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The man's pushy eyebrows shoot up, a thoughtful frown curling his lips before turning around abruptly, facing toward Hakon and the old woman. Suddenly the largest grin that could ever grace anyone's face erupts upon the man's lips. Boisterous laughter loud enough to cause abalanches booming from the man's breast as he pulls Aven close, shaking him slightly," That yer lass there? I'd say she's ah bit old for ye but who am I TO JUDGE?!" As he spoke he spluttered with such laughter that his movements likely were starting to fracture Aven's thin frame," Kidding- KIDDINGG! Ye got yerself a pretty one thar- hold her close, I may take 'er off yer 'ands! And if she'sa speakin' to Yubaba- ye better believe you two will be in the festival this night!"
At last, Aven was released as the large man waves over his shoulder, sauntering off," Come to t'e tavern 'n' ask for Ol' Rufus- drinks'll be on the house, eh?"
Hakon slowly stood, helping the old woman up by holding the wrinkled hands- a sudden feeling of dread passed through her. She may have signed them up for something too... Large for their own good- but it was the only sure fire way to get all the mages in the village at once. She turns just in time to see Aven being left behind by the old man, furrowing her brow curiously
Aven waves with the arm that isn't currently fractured, managing to keep that goofy grin on his face. "I'll meet you there!" The grin spreads into a wider, mischievous one. And when I do, I'll drink him under the table for that little roughhousing! Heh heh heh heh...
Aven grabs his shoulder, jerking it around painfully, wincing. If one looked very closely, they would see bones realigning. His smile returns to its normal, gentle state as he walks over to join the Hakon and the old woman. "Made a new friend, honey?"
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Hakon murmus her farewells to the white-haired woman as she hobbles off- turning easily, she suddenly wraps her arms about his neck pressing her forehead against his, nose lightly brushing against his as she smiles- if one didn't know any better, it was as if she truly... Truly...
" I think I made a terrible mistake or we can finish this mission tonight," she whispers, forcing a smile as she closes her eyes to take a steadying breath, looking at him with half-closed eyes.
Aven struggles to keep from losing what little 'cool' he had left. "What exactly did you find?" He whispers in her ear, as if he were saying something lovey-dovey to keep up appearances. His breath tickles her ear, but still, no scent. Aven can't help but feel a heat rise in his chest. It's an act, Aven, keep it together.
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" We will be participating in the festival, in the final ritual- it's the only way for us to stop this and identify the mages within this town. i..." she pauses for a moment, offering a weak smile,"... What are you willing to do to save these people?" Her hands cupped his face, skin cold from the cool tempratures as those around them continued to work. She inches even closer, lips hovering a mere inch from his- she felt her heart racing, a rosy blush slowly spreading across her face- oh Ansgar- why the hell was she blushing? There was no reason to after all-
Aven's complexion matches Hakon's as she leans in. His mind races. The final ritual? Primal magic... He finds his heart urging him to lean forward to kiss her, and he almost does so, until something clicks in his brain.
Aven's eyes dart to the sigil on the ground, remembering it's intoxicating aura. I was foolish: it's primal magic, not normal transmutation, it must be affecting her instincts! His mind flies back to Hakon, whose lips are inches away from his own, and her comment of her purity flashes across his thoughts. I don't want to take that away from her... Her arms trapped him there, the only thing he could move was his head.
Aven goes up on his toes, lifting her arms with him, and gingerly kisses Hakon's forehead. "Everything I can."
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She blinks once, the contact of his lips upon her forehead briefly seeming to snap her from whatever effect the place was having upon her," Wha-?" She pauses, looking up at him with wide eyes before clearing her throat," Uh- Oh God-" slowly sliding away she grips his hands tightly, nodding sjortly," Then... then we'll do anything, and stop before anything... Anything happens," she promises, squeezing his hands as she looked around," Lets... Go to the tavern i suppose, wait for it to start?"
She was startled, having not realized how much she was being effected hy the runes- or perhaps it had been some of those strange ramblings by the old woman? Or maybe... It was something of her own desire that made her draw so close? Who knew...
Aven breathes a sigh of relief. "Yes, that sounds perfect. I have a certain mountaineer to repay." He walks with Hakon, hand in hand, toward the tavern, his grip unconsciously less nervous than before.
His heart still thumps in his chest, a tiny part of him sitting in the corner of his mind, pouting that he didn't get his first kiss. That part is quickly chastised: Aven is a soul of logic, he refuses to be ruled by the chaotic throws of emotion. Still, was that sliver of his mind ever so vocal before? He couldn't remember...
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Hakon walks with him, her fingers slowly intertwining with his as she looked about the village. As the light dimmed, life began to spring forth, jovial people beginning to move about the village. As they approached the tavern- it was quite obvious what building it was. Large, long, low and utterly brimming with people, it was a recollection of longhouses of the North, meadhalls of legend from long ago. As they approached, both received light, affectionate smacks on the shoulders and arms from passerbys- apparently the bear man had spread the news rather quickly of a lovely young couple visiting-
Entering, the room was smoky, hazy- the smell of cooking flesh and fat sizzling on open flame filling the air. Many of the large tables were surrounded by men and women playing games, arm wrestling or creating off sigils from dry branches and flowers picked months before, hidden away for this very occasion.
" SKINNY MAN-" a familiar voice roars, the red-haired bear-man 'Rufus' sauntering over, squashing Aven in a big hug
Aven lets himself relax preemptively before the crushing embrace, learning from the first encounter. "Hey, there, Rufus: that offer from earlier still up for grabs?"
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" Of course- It never-" his eyes suddenly alight on Hakon, immediately the young woman's face flaming at the look he gave her," This must be yer lovely fiance, eh?" Drawing himself up to his full height, he approaches Hakon who falls into a casual but pronounced fighting stance," Whats yer name, pretty lil' lass?"
" Hakon Kil-"
" HAKON- pretty name fer a pretty lil' lass-" he rumbles, having to lean over to look her in the eye- resting his massive hands on her shoulders causing her to stiffen. It was taking all her willpower to not break this man's trachea as she offers a sweet smile. As he leaned closer, her smile only grows with her anxiety. Rufus turns to Aven," Ye don't mind do ye, Skinny Man?"
Aven's instincts drive him to say, 'Of course I mind', but his mind hatches a better plan. He smirks, crossing his arms, and pretends to think. "Hmm, well, I'd say I do mind, but how about this? We have a drinking contest, and whoever wins gets a kiss from Hakon?" He winks at Hakon, a look saying, Don't worry, it's a set-up.
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Her look was rather flat an unamused as if saying 'I could beat this turd's face in with MY face' but sighs and forces a pretty little smile as Rufus sits up suddenly, arching a bushy eyebrow," Eh? Ye think ye cin beat the barkeep at a drinkin' game? O' eh- poor lil' skinny man-" he rumbles with gruff laughter, all but scooping up Aven as he shoves through the crowds toward the bar, Hakon trails after them, looking slightly distressed until she suddenly is pulled aside by the old woman, Yubaba was her name?
Rufus meanwhile pulls Aven on, laughing raucously as they begin to draw a little crowd
Aven allows himself to be carried, grinning to himself. This guy has no idea what he's getting into, heh heh heh... "Hey," Aven glances up at Rufus as they wade through the crowd, "Whatsay we skip the pansy stuff and go straight for Matron's Root? Happens to be my favorite."
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" Oh? Oh- ohohOHOHO-!!" Despite others' laughter, Rufus' is by far the most deafening to the point where Aven's ears would start ringing, sidling behind the bar, the massive man immediately takes out the familiar bottle shape of Matron's Root- known to be so potent it could knock out most men in simply a sip or two," C'mon then skinny MAN- lets see wholl git yer lovely lass for the evening then eh? I s'ppose ye'll hafta ask 'er back for the ring, eh?" He teases as he begins to pour not one, not two, but THREE entire pints of the potent alcohol. The meadhall had become mostly quiet- it seemed pretty clear mow Rufus was their champion drinker, as none of the locals seemed particularly surprised by this massive amount of Matrons' root coming into play.
Aven grins devilishly, snatching one of the mugs. "That depends on whether you can last long enough for me to quench my thirst, big man: we go till the other passes out, deal?"
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" Good 'nuff-" the bear-man smirks bearishly (get it? Because wolfishly was far too prissy for the bristled giant!), scooping up his own mug," May the best man win, eh?" Already tossing back his head to down the liquid fire, adams apple rising and falling beneatht eh big bushy hellfire of a beard.
Hakon meanwhile, followed Yubaba away from her 'fiance' and the others, being firmly gripped about the wrist as she was lead away from the warm light beneath the meadhall- she glanced back at the fading light of the doorway, frowning slightly- she didn't want to admit she was a little scared but it was for the good of the people in the village who did not have the means to protect themselves from their neighbor's dastardly practices- for the Mountain itself, that would collapse on top of this god forsaken village if it were to be mined any more viciously due to the rituals. Her eyes try to adjust to the darkness, coughing as dusty air pricks her throat," Yubaba- what does this have to do with the ritual?"
" You will see, dear one, you will see."
Aven starts as well, slowly but surely draining the near toxic fluid, a content look on his face. He finishes the pint within twenty seconds, slamming the mug on the bar. "Next!" He glances over, expecting to see Hakon, but scans the crowd to finder nowhere. He raised a brow, but figured she was just buried in the slew of onlookers.
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By then, even with this first pint- slight reddish tinge appears on the end of Rufus' fat nose, his eye twitching slightly in surprise based on how undettered Aven seemed from this draught. Even so, he poured several more pints, slamming another back as he pushed another toward Aven, clearing his throat with a loudly audible sigh," Eh feck- Skinny Guy's got sum cahoones on 'im." He grumbles
Hakon's nerves tingled with sudden unease as she could no longer see as they moved into the darkness, it smelled of dust and old earth- ancient earth," Yubaba..."
" Hush child, the festival's already started- we need to ensure you are prepared for the final ritual no? Yer dearest fiance and Rufus'atone are also making their own preparations, it's just like in nature, you see?" The old woman's rasping voice reaches her ears, causing her to stiffen uncertainly and stop," Whats wrong, dearest? We're all animals after all..."
Aven finishes the second pint, and allows his eyes to drop slightly, his posture and speech to loosen. He's only acting of course: in reality, alcohol has no effect on the young man. He places it down. "There's tha' second, big man. You got tha' guts for a third?"
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" Eeeeeeeeaaaah-" pointing a large finger in Acen's face as his face seemed to be growing beet red, the man growls with hoarse laughter," O' course ye lil' pucker-!" Unsteadily scooping up the third pint as he downed it.
As Aven would likely to have become particularly bored with this brand of entertainment that had no effect on him, he would notice small flecks of some sort of spice, not native to Matron's root, sprinkled in his drink...
" Yubaba- please... Explain this to me... What.. What is this final ritual exactly? What does it do?"
" Why is feeds the mountain, dearest girl- your father was ever so kind as to inform us you were coming-"
" Yubaba, what are you saying-?"
Aven raises an eyebrow at the foreign taste. Odd... He downs the third pint, placing it unsteadily on the table. "How 'bout a fourth pinto, ya' bear man?" He wobbles his head a bit for effect, but while he does so, he scans the crowd for Hakon once more, finding nothing. Where did she go?
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The bear-man snorts, briefly his face smacking into the counter before he sits up abruptly," O-o' course, ye kriffin' city-wanker!" He slurrs before bringing the last pint to his lips, gulping heavily as a single amber drop touches his lips- swallowing heavily," er... Ye first, city wanker."
" Simply that, you, darling, will feed the mountain. You almost confused us with that man of yours, but... Ah-"
Hakon suddenly felt pain explode in her lower back, crumpling to her knees as a migraine suddenly rolled through her, washing blackness over her vision in an instance as a great, fiery, gaping maw appears, mewling," Dearest Major..."
Aven downs the fourth even faster than the first, slamming it on the table. "How 'bout five?" He remembers seeing that old woman in the tavern, and looks for the old hag, to find nothing once more. A realization dawned on him. They already left?! No, no, no!
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Whatever 'special spices' had been used, they were quickly taking effect in Aven's body- magical drugs so potent that the bear man seemed to be having trouble staying upright as he leaned against the counter," 'Ey, city wanker- ye know we know whats really goin' on, eh?" He smirks faintly though he seemed to be barely concious despite his giggling. Looking around the mead hall, once light with activity, only about ten people remained," Eh- festivities begun, hrm? Better find yer lass, eh? Alwas wanted a uh- *hiccup* Mordecai."
Aven grabs the pint from Rufus' shaky hand and cascades it into his mouth, wiping what looks to be a few black particles off his mouth, his posture and speech resuming. "I win, Rufus. Good luck with whatever that drug was." He quickly strides out of the tavern and into the darkness, the magical drug failing to affect him whatsoever as he steps out into the night. He immediately sinks into the shadows of the night, darting along the ground at incredible speed, following the trail the black particles he'd released earlier had made. Please, don't let me be too late...
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The bear man simply mumbled some incoherent nonsense as he fell asleep on the counter.
The village square was rife with activity, the runes seemed to have been completed and a massive circular altar made of twisted wood placed in the midst. The bodies of slaughtered goats, pigs and cows lay in rings about the altar as 'Yubaba', the old woman, busily seemed to be mumbling a nonsensical mantra in the midst of it all. Gnarled hands stretched toward the looming shadow of the mountain as she seemed to wail and plead with it in some long forgotten tongue.
His shadow particles would find no sign of Hakon here, but a strange sensation seemed to be calling him toward the mountain, toward the gaping maw of the mines- there would be hundreds of miles of twisting mazes within the peak's heart- how would he ever find his way?
Aven follows the shadow particles to Yubaba, expecting to find Hakon. He emerges from the shadows to see the old hag chanting in an ancient tongue, his expression agitated. "Where is Hakon, woman? You have ten seconds to answer before I backlash your ritual."
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Yubaba simply offers him a wry smirk, long why hair falling before her eyes as she jabs a bony finger into his stomach," What happened to being a revolutionary, eh, boy?" She rasps suddenly, eyes twinkling ominously as she lowers her hands, the gather people continuing the chant as if in a trance," Ah- oh... then you must be the One, no? The stars told me she would come with the One," the oldwoman pauses for a moment, sneering suddenly," Fulfill the stars and peak's wishes and maybe you can stop the ritual, eh?" She cackles suddenly, laughing so hard she broke into a bout of violent coughing
Aven's brow twitches. "It seems you've misjudged me, hag: but since you won't talk, I have no use for you." A tendril of shadow strikes at lightning speed, heading to impale her brain up through the roof of her mouth.
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The old woman's head snaps back, her fail skull folding like paper beneath the pressure of the shadow- several screams erupt from the crowd. As the old woman's blood slowly trickles onto the wooden altar, green flame leaps upward. The carcasses of the animals beginning to decompose rapidly before bursting into flame in turn- it seemed he had fulfilled at least this phase of the ritual- the mountains seeming to come alive with the roar of the winds- strong gales seeming to be sucked into the mountain- clearly the source of the ritual in the midst of the peak.
Aven pulls the old hag's corpse quickly to him with the tentacle, and grips her damaged skull with his hand. Black veins spread quickly over her dead body, and she bursts into a mass of black particles, which flow into his waiting maw. He glances up, sensing the peak. "There." He melds into the shadows, moving at insane speed out of the mountain and up to the peak.
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The mines seem to call his very name, the wind pushing him into the mountain's gaping jaws. Upon entering, he would find himself in his element- in complete darkness. The caverns sang of hundreds of generations of piercing into the peak's very core- each winding maze holding at least one soul that had been lost forever in the darkness- but the contant howl was broken only by the vaguest whisper-
"Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam,
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem,
Quoniqm cum probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.
Kyrie, fons bonitatis.
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison.
O quam sancta, quam serena,
Quam benigma, quam amoena esse Virgo creditur.
O quam sancta, quam serena,
Quam benigma, quam amoena,
O castitatis lilium-"
The hymn was uttered by a familiar voice, one that echoed from every crevice making it impossible to triangulate.
Her head throbbed and her entire body shuddered once in the all consuming blackness of the caverns- admittedly, she prayed due to the fact her hands had all but been bound together in an odd encasing of steel held by what she could only imagine to be chains once used to hold broadsides in port. Did they /honestly/ have to go the extent of stripping her of her dignity as well? It's not like her clothing held the Adhara aura any way- ugh, if she wasn't in such an annoyed mood, she would have giggled about how she could embarass Aven even more... Aven... He wouldn't find her down here so she would likely freeze, starve or... a soft hissing sound interrupts her thoughts and prayers... Fantastic. Perhaps this was the manifestation of the Mountain Yubaba had so fervently whispered about before.
A sensation of sudden dread would wash over Aven, as if the air had grown colder and the winds themselves wanted to speak of whatever monstrosity ruled the Mountains' mines... Warning him. Turn back, or die. Turn back, or die. Live on. Turn back, or die.
Aven dashes through the caverns, growing more and more desperate with each passing moment. His mind asks, Why do I feel this way? He couldn't answer it, but he found it didn't matter. What mattered to him right then was finding her. Finding Hakon. An emotion he hadn't felt in a long time surfaces as the winds told of danger, implored him to turn back: it was anger.
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As he ran, a voice seemed to whisper in his head, a deep, roaring, gravely voice," Ami Tou Shan-" repeating over and over-
" Ami Tou Shan
Ami Tou Shan
Ami Tou Shan
Ami Tou Shan
Praise the Mountain"
To a deafening roar that shook the caverns until dust and stalagtites fell from the ceiling. This was the voice of the peak, this was retribution for the bounty that the villagers had sewn from its rocks. It wanted all. It wanted to devour all and to be worshipped as a God.
In her small prison, she ducked her head as debris fell upon her, feeling the creature wrapping about her, surrounding her like a massive python. The Major stood slowly as she forced her back to straighten despite the weight of the chain, turning swiftly to try and keep the creature in front of her. Despite her fury of being humiliated, of being taken as a prisoner and essentially used as a sacrifice to please some demon- she felt a pang. She actually missed Aven, she wished he was here. Maybe he was- or maybe he already drank himself to death. Ether way- it would be nice to have a companion such as him here.
Her thoughts are snapped short as her legs are suddenly swept from under her and a crushing weight swiftly slams into her- the scaly coils of the beast crushing the air from her lungs as she struggled in vain, gasping for breath as another prayer flutters upon her lips. Her last coherent thoughts consisting of how this beast had to be biological- not a magical creature if it took her in such a way... what a terrible place to end her life.
A dark presence fills the area around Hakon, overpowering the dread of the mountain beast. Anger. The darkness itself writhes in fury, and strikes out with razor sharp tendrils, slicing through the creature's coils like butter without any warning. Hakon will find herself able to breathe, some of the coils severed. A voice emanates from the shadows, from everywhere at once, shaking with fury. "The darkness is MY domain, monster. Do not be so arrogant!" Tendrils of darkness mercilessly lash out from every direction, slicing away at the monster's flesh, sparing only the small area Hakon is held.
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The coils only tighten in agony as the beasts'sflesh is torn by the lashes of shadow. She felt her skin blister and muscles begin to tear slightly from the crushing weight being forced upon her- no longer able to even speak but for a pained final exhale. Damn was she relieved he came but this agonizing pain was definitely killing her. Hakon's head slumps slightly as her vision begins to fade in and out- ah kriff- another thing to add to her list of hating about magical monstrosities-
The monster seems to shift ever so slightly, its body seeming to take up several miles worth of the twisting mines as a low voice- the mountain's, groans," The One- Leave us-"
A pause.
"Leave us." Did the peak actually fear him? It seemed whatever prophecy had been spoken about the so called 'One' was something that scared the demonic essence of the mountain. Its great walls shaking as it held on more tightly to Hakon, attempting to drag its quarry deeper into its core.
Twenty tendrils of shadow spear through the monster and connect back into the darkness, halting the demon's retreat. Aven rises from the ground, dark particle swirling around him like a vortex. "I don't take orders from demons, nor do I allow their desecration on this world." He places a hand on the coil on from of him, and black veins flow at almost instantaneous speed along the monster's length, systematically covering it's entire body within seconds. "Perish."
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The coils relax slowly as the beast's body slowly is drained of its corruption, slithering away from Hakon in a hasty retreat back to the mountain's depths. As it slid away, the Major slumped to the ground, her hands within the odd capsule chafed and bleeding profusely, to to mention the almost road-burn like red marks that encircled her entire body as she fell to her knees and hunched over- gasping and sucking in air greedily, exhaling through violent bouts of coughs. Her vision blurred with instinctive tears... Thats what happens when you get the life strangled from you by a tainted mountain spirit.
Still, she could not see in the all consuming blackness as she lay on her side, the stone freezing as she pulled her legs up to her chest, after a moment calling out," Aven-...?"
Aven kneels down next to Hakon, the fury that reverberated through the darkness subsiding. His voice is gentle as always. "I'm here, Lady Hakon." Aven looks over her battered and broken form, another rarity blossoming from him: tears, black as night.
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" Huh-?" She shifts slightly though immediately blossoms of pain erupt over her skin, some of the flesh tearing slightly as she moves, quickly causing her to inhale," Why are you calling me that all of a sudden? Not to mention... Are you crying?" She pauses, moving her arms down against her stomach to ensure she was adequately covered," I can't see you, did it hurt you, Aven?" She asks in a voice taut with pain, but nonetheless concerned for his wellbeing
Aven wipes his tears. "No, I unharmed... though I wish our positions were reversed." He glances down the tunnel. "The spirit is free of corruption now: the ritual those fools were performing tainted it with demonic energy." He reaches down, gingerly helping her off the ground. "I...I cannot heal you, only myself...will you be alright?"
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Winces and stifles a yelp, her entire body burned and the blisters burned like all hell- nonetheless she nods- pausing, he probably couldn't see her in the darkness so she speaks instead," Just get these chains off me- please Aven." She turns stiffly, slightly toward hi as she raises her encased hands, the massive chain shifting against the stone loudly," Do not feel too bad, I put myself in this situation." She murmurs gently, trying to reassure him.
Pausing for a moment, she took a carefuly step forward. Her bound hands pressing lightly against his chest as she in turn followed them, trapping her hands between them- awkwardly leaning forward to press her lips against the tip of his nose,"... Thank you. Aven."
Aven blushes only a bit, instead now his heart pounding hard in his chest. He turns his attention away from Hakon and to the shackles, tendrils rising from the ground and breaking them apart, chains and all, freeing Hakon's hands. Aven wraps one arm around her waist and keeps the other on her forearm to make sure she didn't fall.
In the newfound silence of the tunnel, the sound of Aven's thumping heart is actually audible, right alongside his breathing. Maybe it was her imagination, but as his breathe reaches her, she could vaguely smell something: the scent of fall, a lonely scent.
"You- you're welcome..."
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Flexing her stiff and rather bruised fingers for a moment, she pauses for a moment, shifting closer to him in the blackness as she instinctively wraps her arms around his neck. Falling silent, she hesitates before speaking,"... Aven- would you... Would you like to kiss me?" She asks softly, closing her eyes in embarassment despite the all-consuming night. Her own chest rising and falling a bit more deeply as if to keep her breath steady with the rapid thudding of her heart in unison with his.
Deep within Aven, a war was raging. His insecurities lashed out at the rapid beating of his heart, attempting to slow it. You're not human, you're a monster, they shout. He knew they were right; he was nothing but a physical manifestation of darkness, bound together by dark matter into human form. His own research had done this to him, his own folly. You do not belong, you have no place in this world. Even if he succeeded in ending the war, there would be no place for him in Connloath, nor anywhere else.
A soft, barely audible voice spoke through the tumult. Do you care for her? Aven knew the answer to that question. It was what he'd always wanted to answer, always wanted to say.
Without a word, Aven shuts his eyes and pulls Hakon tight to his chest, closing the distance between them and passionately locking lips with her. Yes...
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It took a moment for it to register- the kiss. It wasn't as terrible as she always imagined- she had only ever seem couples kissing in a way that was akin to two catfish sucking on one another's faces. No- it was unpracticed but- gentle, soft. Her hadns slid up, gently cupping his face as she returns the embrace tenderly, pressing against him ever so slightly as she did so. Even though shencouldn't see him, it felt almost infinitely better that she could feel him just there- giving her a chance to become more attuned to his form- he felt human.
After pulling away, she stroked a thumb affectionately, awkwardly over his cheek,"... Thank you, I was... Kind of sad when we didn't kiss before-" she admits in a whisper that seems to echo through the caverns until it dissolved into silence.
Aven smiles softly in the dark. "I was, too, I just... I thought it was only the hex that hag put on you. I never imagined..." His voice trails off, before coming back, stern and focused. "This job isn't finished yet: the mountain spirit may be purified, but I only had time to finish the old hag. It's high time to clean up this mess, starting with your clothes..." The darkness swirls around the two of them, black particles coalescing into shapes around gathering around Hakon. When they subside, Hakon will find herself garbed once more, in a fashion nearly identical to what she wore before, but pitch black in color, with ornate silver etchings along the sleeves and chest. "Can you walk?"
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" What the-" she pauses and freezes up instinctively as the particles collect on her body, hesitating at the feeling of familiar fabric before nodding slowly," Yes- I'll be fine, just a little bruised," she promises, moving forward slightly, pressing her feet uncertainly against the dark ground, her hand curled about his, seeming quite uncertain n the blackness.
Aven twines his fingers between hers, leading her along the the tunnel to the outside. "It's okay, just walk with me. The dark is my territory, nothing will hurt you as long as I'm here."
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" Are you suggesting I'm afraid?" She mutters, her voice taut with annoyance though there was still an uncertain undertone, squeezing his hand briefly as she follows him through the caverns. She kept her eyes closed in the mean time, simy training her focus upon her other senses. She hadn't realized how heavily she had relied upon sight until it was gone- and the creature as it had coiled around her- thinking back upon the beast, she seemed to absently note that the sensation though painful hadn't been all bad- almost like an embrace... Huh. Somethingn to think on, she supposed.
As they moved through the twisting maze of stone, they could hear the continuous chanting of the villagers in the distance. And upon reaching the mouth of the cave, a warm glow of green flame lit the walls eerily- the light broken by a familiar hulking figure," Skinny man-" the low voice rumbles in a deadly but jovial tone," Where'd ye go, eh?"
Aven gives Rufus a rowdy smile. "I just followed your advice to go and find my fiancé. Good advice, by the way: I even got to collect my reward for the drinking game." He laughs uncharacteristically loud, then adopts a dark look, pulling Hakon closer. "I'd hate to involve a drinking buddy in this whole mess, why don't you go home, rest a bit?"
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Hakon sighs faintly, mumbling," I can beat him myself-" but doesn't protest too much to being drawn closer, briefly resting her chin against his shoulder before tilting her head at the red haired bear man.
" Eh? Oh- ye found the lass-" Rufus wiggled his meaty fingers at Hakon in a surprisingly effeminate manner," 'ello, lass, hope it di'n't git to ye before 'e did-?"
Hakon's brow furrows as she huffs," Well if you want to take a look at the bruises it-"
Almost akin to a dog, no- bear- excuse me, Rufus' tongue lolled out as he waggled his eyebrow," Is that 'n invitation, lass? Don'tcha think tha's a lil' inappropriate with yer husband thar?" He teases, instantly causing the woman to fume and spit curses at him, which only resulted in a bout of thunderous laughter," I kid- I kid lass, c'mon now- ye finished the ritual 'n' I ain't too keen on seein' my loyal customers goin' berserk like last time, I tell ye what." Placing his meaty paws on his hips, the bear-man frowns," Ye got a plan? The en'ire moun'ain'll be turned to dust ifa this nonsense continues. 'N' as much as ol' Rufus enjoys a nice lookin' arse-" her winks at Hakon, one could almost see the steam roiling from her ears,"- I don't enjoy the prospect o' orgies. Too impersonal e'en if the rest o' the village loves it, eh?"
Aven's dark look morphs into a strained cage as he holds in his amusement at Hakon's anger. At the mention of the word 'orgy', however, he smacks his face, dragging his hand down slowly, his eyes half crescents. "I knew it was going to be something like this... every time I see primal magic, they always go straight for the sex." He faces Rufus. "I know these are patrons of yours, but they've fallen too far: judging by Yubaba's ability to use magic on Hakon, they've obviously been tainted by the same demonic magics the mountain spirit was." He sighs. "Unlike the mountain spirit, however, I cannot safely cleanse their corruption. I can only offer a quick end."
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Rufus shrugs, grunting," Whats more primal then enjoying a little-"
" OKAY THANK YOU RUFUS!" Hakon quickly interrupts, her face flushed bright red as she facepalms. Falling silent as she buried her face between Aven's shoulder blades to avoid anyone witness the utterly flustered expression on her face. She had no idea why she was embarassed jow of all times- hell she'd joked about that nonsense hundreds of times before. Maybe it was different because of that kiss? It had to be.
Rufus shakes his head with a snort rumbling," I cannae 'ave ye killin' all me customers either, Skinny Man. Eh? Ye cleansed the moun'ain spirit? Well the - no better way to 'ave this done then by petitioning the spirit for 'elp, eh?"
Aven develops a nervous grin as he pats the flustered Hakon's head. "Ah, ha ha ha, about that... I may of may not have diced its tail like sashimi and impaled it twenty times. A thousand gold pieces says it isn't happy with me."
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Rufus stares at him with a fixed grin for a moment as his eye twitched. Exhaling, he shakes his head," Well then Ol' Rufus is gunna hafta werk his charms, eh?" He flashes a beaming yellow grin, striding into the cave. All but scooping the pair up in his arms like two sacks of potatoes- ignoring Hakons blows to his gut though they seemed to be hurting him quite a bit," Now- Now Lass, jus'- AGH- eh- do-don't hit any lower now."
Aven's eyes go wide as the giant brings them into the room. "What are you planning, Rufus?!"
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Strutting into the mines as if through a park on a lovely summer's day, Rufus shrugs his broad shoulders, 'oofing' again as another of Hakon's fists caves in his kidney but continues to walk," Well- yer gunna apologize to the mountain spirit and give 'em somethin' to make sure it forgives you, eh?" Smirking faintly, the giant walks on easily, even blinded he knew every twist and turn by heart.
Hakon at last gave up and slumped, too sore and exhausted to try and beat up a wall at the moment.
Aven is completely dumbfounded by his logic. "Why would I apologize? I'm the one who cleansed it if demonic energy, if anything it owes me a favor!" He stops, and smiles. "Ah, I forgot about that: yes, the spirit does owe me. We'll work off that."
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Rufus grumbles and shakes Aven like a ragdoll," No-! Ye wounded the spirit, ye kriffin' city wanker! YE need to apologize to IT." Even as she shook Aven around, they suddenly emerged into a massive cavern. Lit entirely by odd glowing fungous with a pool of blue-green algae lighting up the massive space. In the midst of the pool curled up a long serpent, seeming utterly ethereal as it raised its massive white head,"... Back to take more, Rufus'Atone?" its voice echoed from the walls as it towered over the trio.
Hakon instinctively stiffens as her eyes flicker over the coils, not wishing to be trapped again by any means.
Aven's thoughts jumble as the giant shakes him to his core, his vision spinning. He groggily observes the spectral serpent, his wits returning to him as the spirit speaks to Rufus. "Actually, we're here to help you, Mountain Spirit. The villagers have fallen prey to the same corruption you suffered, and will continue to destroy this mountain until they are cleansed. Will you help us?"
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The massive serpent shifts, rumbling," They take and take amd only give themselves in return, I am weak and cannot cleans such creatures withiut assistance... I assume you cannot either, shadow weaver." slithering across the glowing algae, it rears its massive, feathered head above the group, pink tongue flickering out," Purity requires purity in return, I doubt any of you have something pure enough to cleanse an entire village of heretics."
Aven grins darkly. "Well, I wouldn't say I don't have the means to cleanse them, they just wouldn't survive." He cackles, the slight dark side of the young man peeking rearing it's head. He settles down. "But in all seriousness, what do you suppose we do, then?"
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The Mountain Spirit swayed slightly as it towered over them, causing Rufus to bristle like adog- BEAR, excuse me- and wrap his arms protectively around Hakon who immediately begins to squirm and hiss curses at the massive man.
Nonetheless, a soft chuckle elaves the snakes slightly opened maw,"... You, Shadow Weaver. I am afraid that... These people cannot be saved in this life, but in the next, innocence returns." It arched its elegant neck, feathered mane bristling slightly," Kill them- cleanse them, shadow weaver."
Aven nods, the dark look fading from his visage, replaced by solemnity. He closes his eyes, and snaps his fingers, a reverberation running through the darkness of the tunnel.
Back in the ritual cavern, a cloud of dark matter, reminiscent of the particles Yubaba produced, descends from the darkness of the cave, making contact with the green flames. They turn pitch black for a moment, then explode violently outward, mercilessly consuming all matter in the room, then winks out of existence, leaving only a fonts of pure magic energy, which absorbs into the earth around it.
Aven sighs. "It is done."
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The Mountain serpent gazes at him for a moment before slowly dipping its head as in a bow. Not waiting for the customary responding bow, it slid slowly back into the pool of glowing algae, disappearing beneath the surface without a sound nor word. The caverns falls utterly silent, as did the village as a whole. Silence descended upon the ghost town.
Both Hakon and Rufus still- the suffocating silence eerie and unnerving before Hakon slowly squirmed away from the bear man as she inquires quietly," So all are dead?" She inquires softly, gazing at the back of Avenms head. She did not fear him- nor hate him. At this point, she could not- but her hand itched for a weapon- if she had less control over herself she would attempt to murder him right then and there. Such power was the thing she wanted to protect Connlaoth from...
Aven stares into the darkness, his voice resolute. "This is the price of misusing magic, a universal law: if you do not heed magic's commandments, its statutes, you will be destroyed by it." He glances back at her, his eyes still solemn. "That old hag, Yubaba? She was one ritual away from becoming a demon. The rest weren't too far behind." He scans her face for recognition, seeing none. "Did you not realize? She used demon magic on you when you first spoke, the spell I broke you from." He looks away. "Magic is not all powerful, Hakon: it only looks that way to the naked eye. There is a cost for everything, that is equivalent exchange: even my power comes at a terrible price."
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" Then... Stop using it," she reasons softly, approaching him enough to take his hand warmly, squeeze his fingers gently," I'll teach you how to defend yourself without it, but stop using your shadows." She pleads quietly. Her brow remained furrowed with thought, concern as she watched him in the darkness. If his power really did come at such a price, then how much had it coat him to kill so many? The thought made her stiffen... Why did she care? He was her first kiss but- why did she care so much about a revolutionary who wanted to pull apart all that she knew? Well... She liked him- a lot-
Rufus had sat on the ground with a thud and vaguely bored sigh as he watched the two, scratching his fiery beard.
Aven turned back, surprised at Hakon's gesture. A sadness tore at his gut, as he steeled his resolve. Yes...I do care about Hakon... That's why I need to tell her the truth, to let her go. Aven rotates slowly to face her, a twinge of regret in his eyes. "I'm afraid it's far too late for that: my price has already been paid." He takes a step backward, not letting go of her hand, and suddenly, one of the tendrils of darkness pierces his stomach, quickly impaling him from the front as he winces, drops of black blood soaring behind him. His teeth gritted, the tendril recedes, leaving a hole in his body: but not for long, as within the puncture, flesh can be seen regrowing, tissue reconnecting and multiplying at an extreme pace. The squelching sound of flesh rings through the cavern, and Aven manages a weak smile, a tear forming unbidden at the corner of his eye as his voice chokes. "My price was... my humanity." The tear breaks free, falling down his cheek like a shooting star, longing to return to its brethren in the constellations.
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Hakon hung back for a moment, takingn a step forward as he was impaled by the tendril, approaching as the flesh sewed itself back together, it was eerily similiar to a scene she had witnessed so close to home. So much so that she bit her lip to keep her composure, quickly kneeling before him as she cupped his face in her hands, wiping away the tear from his cheek," Aven- it's alright-" she manages, what could one say to such an epidemic?
She leans close to him, pressing her forehead against his head as she whispers," It's alright- you have more humanity then most... Be brave, I'm here with you- I will be." She promises, her hands lacing through his silver air as she tilts her head to press her lips against his forehead
Aven's eyes widen in surprise as her lips grace his skin. His composure starts to crack, floodgates of holding years of self-loathing and regret bursting, flowing out in a fresh stream of tears. He buried his face in her shoulder, as words he never though he'd hear reach his ears. Was this what he'd wanted all along? Someone who looked past the surface, into the soul he still held close. The voice of his heart rang true, freed from the doubt that had imprisoned it for so long. "I want... I want to stay with you. When you're here, it feels like I'm not alone anymore, in the cold; in the dark." He pries his head away to look her in the eyes. "Are you really okay? Okay with a monster like me?"
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She had had many men cry into her shoulder before, psychologically, emotionally or physically broken men whom war had snapped in half, all she could ever do was hold them until it subsided. So she cradled Aven in her arms, pressing her lips against his temple as she listened to the powerful sobs wrack his body. Looking at him as he raised his head, she sniffed but modded and smiles tearily,"... I'm a monster too, you just haven't seen it yet... Never fret, Aven- just... Stay with me and I'll do the same," her hands gently laced through his hair as she spokec looking him straight in the eye... War, what a brilliant and terrible beauty- and how present it was everywhere
Aven wraps his arms around Hakon, pulling her into a warm embrace, a blissful smile dawning over his face as the tears ran dry. "I will. I promise." Aven's heart flutters, as a stronger emotion begins to bloom. Could that be... love?
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Hakon pressed her lips to his temple, his forheead, his chesk, anywhere she could reach on his face that she could peck, her hands slowly stroking his hair as she murmurs," I've got you, Aven,"
There was a rsther wet sounding sniffle from nearby as Rufus wipes a very large tear from the corner of his eye. As he sniffed it sounded like a thousand pounds pf mucus were being sucked back into his brain. Incredible.
Aven blushes under the shower of affection, comfortably snuggled up against Hakon. As she goes to kiss his forehead once more, she receives a peck on the head in return; but not from Aven.
The fur on his robe was gone, Beatrice hovering above the two of them angrily. "Remove your greedy hands from my dear at once, wench! I shall not abide your shameless intrusion any longer. I do not know what magic you employed to bewitch my dear, but I will not allow you to continue! Begone!" Beatrice perches on Aven's shoulder, beating her wings at Hakon's face.
Aven frowns. "Tricey, stop that, Hakon is-"
Beatrice silences him with a wing. "Quiet, dear. You are under the spell of her poison tongue."
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Hakon winces, rubbing her forehead and hunching slightly under the assault of feathers, grimacing," Ah-! Ansgar's tits, fine!" Shielding her face as she retreats back to Rufus who ran a meaty hand through his bushy man. His fave was crinkled in deep thought,"... Harumph-" he grunts once, sniffling again sloppily before shaking his massive head," Well, I guess yer stuck wit' me, Skinny Man- ye took me customers so ye owe me somethin',"
Hakon rubbed her forehead again, muttering faintly 'Damn bird' but shook her head with a sigh. Glancing at Aven, she suddenly chuckles," Ah- so... You're stuck with Rufus then too, huh?"
Aven glares at Beatrice as he stands once more, who returns the look. Hakon's comment throws the contest off kilter, however, and Aven looks at Hakon and Rufus in confusion. "Wait, 'too'? What do you mean by that?" His thoughts race wildly, running through countless scenarios, some of them quite raunchy. In this mad dash for information, his stumbles across a memory of Gelda's Tavern in Uthlyn: his favorite drinking spot, but more importantly, the Barkeep, Gelda. He'd known her for a few years, a hulking monster of a woman, who could throw a table like it was a child's play toy, and had precision with thrown weapons that made an archer look shabby. A mischievous grin plays across his features. "I think I've got something in mind. Up for a trip to Uthlyn? I have someone I'd like to introduce you to."
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" You've got a sassy feather boa, and now a mountain man who is basically a bear, if you want a revolution, I'm sure you've got a star crew right here-" she chuckles dryly, Hakon already poking Rufus' rippling arm," Can we leave now?"
Immediately she is swept off her feet with an indignant yelp, pounding her fists on a barrel chest as the red-haired giant roars," Ah, I'm stealin' yer lass, Skinny Man! She asked fer it, ye saw it! Di'n't ye?!" Pursing his lips beneath his beard and leaning close only to get bailed squarely in the jaw with a fist, having to work his mouth to get his jawbone back in place," Agh- a fightin' woman is my favorite-"
" I swear on Ansgar's head I will tear yours off if you so much bring your rotten mouth near me again!"
Rufus simply snickers and hefts her beneath his arm like a sack of potatoes," Eh- right- Skinny man, come."
Aven crosses his arms. "Put her down, Rufus. I'm sure you could carry her all the way to Uthlyn, but I don't think even you could beat her steed in a match of strength." Aven raises an eyebrow at Hakon comment, and puts on a little smile. "I have more than that, believe you me. Maybe some day soon, I'll have a certain Major as well." He winks as flirtatiously as he's able.
Beatrice turns her head in disgust. "Unbelievable."
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" 'll put 'er down when 'm dead-"
" You will be very, very soon."
" Aight- aight- oy vey," Rufus walked on as he set Hakon down, the woman looking quite ruffled and annoyed though a smile of humor curls her lips
Upon returning to the Old Man...
The shack was silent and deserted, the fire had gone out many hours ago as the sun had begun to peek into the valley of the deceased village. They had paused to allow Rufus to gather his supplies before continuing on. Purgatorio slept contently in the make-shift stable, seeming unaware as to what happened that night.
Hakon looked around before frowning with a sigh, donning her armor after ensuring Rufus wasn't around to peep," I assume my contact was also an informant for the villagers.." she mutters. Rufus, waiting outside and leaning against the shack (his weight seemed enough to buckle the tiny structure hut thankfully did not), answered.
" Yea- ne'er did like 'im but we always want'd a mordecai. Though' it'wood bring us more ore, I tell ye," he snorts, shaking his head," Was good fer a bit- then jus' got... Obsessive."
Aven shakes his head sadly. "The seven deadly sins only increase in potency when magic is involved. Had you a truly disciplined Mage among you, or even a more skilled one, you could have simply transmuted normal stone from a quarry into precious ores instead of resorting to primal magic." He bends down, placing his hand on the ground and tossing a small pebble into the air. The rock's shadow morphs into an extremely complex transmutation circle, and Aven quickly puts his hand on it, causing it to glow with alchemical energy. The rock lands, and immediately upon touching the transmutation circle, flashes white and becomes a much smaller marble of silver.
The transmutation circle disappears without a trace, and Aven picks up the silver sphere, tossing it to Rufus nonchalantly. "That's pure silver. The biggest obstacle to being a magician is keeping an open mind about your methods: there's always another way to solve a problem."
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The silver orb bounced around in rufus' grip as he struggles to catch it, after a brief show, he manages to settle it in a massive palm, pinching it between his fingers before bringing it up to his face to squint at it in the fading light," Aye- bu' no one but Yubaba really knew how to toss i' 'round. No need te fix somethin' if it ain't broken yet, eh?"
Hakon appears, securing her helm over her head, the whole change in attire seeming to briefly take Rufus aback, not to mention disappoint him due to the essential absence of curves now. The Major moves through the snow, leading Purgatorio from the stable before turning to Rufus," Do you know how to get to the next city?" She inquires quietly
Rufus pauses and nods," Aye, lass,"
" Then-" she pauses, the eagle helm tilting slightly,"- we can part ways." Her voice was as masked as her face- it hrt... A lot- her chest ached at this suggestion but it she had thought hard... She couldn't love him- she did but couldn't- it would just hurt more- especially if he were to become her enemy...
Aven is stunned, no two ways about it. A moments passes, the only sound constituted by the winds of the north drifting past them. His heart slows, and his eyes widen. "Hakon, you... you said you would stay. I thought I could trust you!" The thought of her leaving was unbearable; he felt as though he'd finally filled the gap in his soul, the part of him that had been missing all his life. He couldn't let her go, he just couldn't!
Beatrice, on the other hand, squawks happily. "Finally, you have seen reason, Major-"
"Beatrice, not another word!" Aven strides forward, a mix of jittery nerves and determination, putting a gloved hand on Hakon's pauldron. "Please, don't leave me. For the first time in my life, I've found someone who sees me for who I am, not just as a Mage." He puts his other hand on the second pauldron, turning her to face him. His eyes brim with a dark liquid, accenting the silver of his irises. "When I'm around you, my heart beats double time, and I feel all warm inside. When I'm with you, I feel happy... I think... I think I'm in love with you!" He blinked the tears from his eyes, a stubborn innocence playing within them.
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(Dammit man :'3 my freakin' heart)
Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, because both his motions caught her by surprise but the warmth she felt that he stopped her also bloomed in her heart. Hakon pauses, quivering for a moment- she felt safe with her face hidden behind the helm- he couldn't read her that way... Nonetheless, she slowly reached up and removed the helm, letting it fall to the snow as she once again cupped his face in her hands,"... I love you too, Aven," the words spilled out, and try as she might to keep her composure, tears began to well up and fall.
" But I can't- I will hurt you someday. Remember? We're supposed to be predator and prey, enemies." Ducking her head as her voice quavers, she whispers," I have to follow fate's path, for everyone else's sake. I love you so much Aven-"
Aven runs his hand along her cheek down to her chin, gently lifting her head up. He gives Hakon his most heartfelt smile. "You know better than anyone that I only want what's best for this country, for all it's people. I'm working to bring Connloath to a future where people like you and I don't need to be predator and prey, don't you see? Fate brought us together, but I won't let it tear us apart: I made a promise, too, that I would stay with you, and I'm a man of my word." A fire starts in his eyes. "And if fate tries to do so? I'm a revolutionary, remember? I'll overthrow fate if I have to, if only to be with you, Hakon!"
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Hakon instinctively flinches, cringing at his ferocity, determination- she quivered once, murmuring,"... I cannot let you tear apart the Order of what is, Aven-" her armored hands slowly slide down his chest, curling in fists about his chest,"- don't make me kill you, I beg you..." she whispers, ducking her head again, taking a shuddering breath.
" I love you so much, don't make me kill you." Her hands tightly gripped his shirt. Didn't he understand it was hard enough trying to walk away from him? Trying to return to her old mindset- that indomitable loyalty? God- this hurt worse then being mauled by a lycan.
Aven's smile fades, his mouth quivering as he rests his forehead against hers. "You don't need to be my enemy, Hakon. Ansgar's Hand does not need to serve Calent's tyrannical wishes." A few tears escape his eyes as the realization dawns on him that this may be his last chance before she goes, trapped on the wrong side of the warpath. His knees grow weak, and he curses his frail body. "I'm begging you, Hakon: Calent is blinded by revenge, he doesn't care about the people of this country... if this war is allowed to reach its peak, the battle will be merciless, and so many lives will be lost." He looks deep into her eyes, black tear streaks down his face, pleading with all his soul. "We just want to be free, Hakon. That's all... is that so evil? Calent rounds us into camps, directs the Mordecai to dirty their hands with our blood. Look past your duty to that bastard, think about the people you swore to protect!" Through the tears, he manages a meager smile. "Connloath would become a nation of liberty, Hakon, with the Mordecai as it's Justice. And we, we could... we could be together, live together, love together. If you leave now, that dream will shatter..."
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Hakon pauses, her gaze wavering as she ponders his words- as she recalls the countless innocent lives she slaughtered for the sake of duty. She gazed at him, hugging him tightly after a moment to murmur,"... I... I have to go back- But... I won't be blind any more- come... Come with me? To Reajh- travel with me?" She pleads softly, gazing at him imploringly," I don't want to leave you but... I have to protect my people from those who wish harm on them. Not every mage is bad- I know that-" she leans close, pressing her forehead against his,"- but I have to protect my men."
Aven's sadness turns from sadness to joy, a wide smile spreading across his features as one last tear drops down his face, this one different: it is clear, like water... Is that normal water?
Aven gazes happily into her eyes, black particle seeming to dance along their his silvery depths. "I will: I'm a man of my word, after all." He pulls her tight to his chest, and steals a short kiss, then releases her, backing off a few inches. "To Reahj, then?"
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" Yes just... Don't pull any terror attacks, please- I've had to deal with those enough in the capitsl," she murmurs. She smiled in turn, the smile weak, exhausted, relieved beyond all belief as she leans forward, kissing him deeply. God- she loved him so much, even if this love was a violation of Ansgar's will, of her duty to the Duke, of her duty to her House... She loved him with all her heart and soul. Never- never would she let him go.
(Time skiparoo or? XP)
Aven wraps his arms around her, letting everything else fade away but the feeling of her lips on his. At that moment, it was as if nothing else mattered but her. He wondered... was he truly forsaken by the heavens? If nothing else, he felt blessed for this moment.
Aven laughs jovially. "You don't have to worry about me attacking anyone. I told you, I'm not in the business of attacking Mordecai, I recruit them." A thought occurred to him, and he rubs the back of his neck, looking up and away. "Oh, and, I may or may not currently be wanted dead by Artorias Frostmane."
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" Of course- why am I not surprised?" She inquires quietly, sighing faintly but nuzzles his nose, pulling away before murmuring," Then we'll hide you- come-"
Several Days of Traveling Later, They Arrive at the Sparkling Capital...
Tromping through the city streets, clearly standing out as the Major of Ansgar's Hand, she would never get used to the attention it brought her, but seeing the small children run through Purgatorio's legs- as nervous as it made her- simply reminded her what she was fighting for. Alas... Alas... She was in love with an enemy- what did that mean for her future? Would it shake her resolve?
No. Never.
Aven sits patiently, melded into Purgatorio's shadow, pouting as children step all over him. His voice echoes in Hakon's armor, soft enough that it was inaudible from the outside. "So, why am I confined to being a children's play mat? We talked about this, Artorias hasn't actually seen my face."
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" Well because you look like a mage, silver hair with that shadow dust nonsense doesn't make you any less susicious. At least Rufus can blend in by being a drunk at the first tavern we see. You're just... Suspicious." She mutters under her breath as they loped through the busy marketplace, the crowd parting for the massive warhorse, staring in awe at the rare beast before turning back to their business," We'll be to headquarters soon. I have a private room that you may stay in as well while I tend to business." She pauses for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip.
" I'll be sent back to the frontlines soon, and you know you cannot accompany me there,"
Aven chuckles in her ear. "Then how about I fix a bit of that suspiciousness? I'll meet you at the next corner." His presence vanishes as he slips from shadow to shadow of the children, and into the crowd.
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Gooseflesh travels down her neck as his words brush past her ear, realizing he was off to do some nonsensical adventure she calls out," Hey- wait!" Receiving several strange looks from passerbys whom quickly continue about their business. Shaking her head with a soft curse, she travels onward, reaching the next intersection as she loks about worriedly- kriffing idiot...
As Purgatorio nears the next corner, Hakon would notice the crowd parting for something. Out of an alleyway steps a large figure clad entirely in brilliant silver steel plate. Winged pauldrons flare out beside the figure, accenting the winged helm, with familiar black engravings all along the armor. To its side, two similarly engraved sheathes move up and down in time with his stride as he makes his way toward Hakon and Purgatorio.
The figure bows regally, before speaking.... in Aven's voice. "Major Kilandre?"
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You sly sonovabitch, I love you. " Yes, sirrah, how may I be of assistance?" She inquires politely , playing along with the act despite the fact that she was both greatly impressed, greatly surprised and greatly annoyed at Aven. But god dammit she loved that man. Purgatorio shifted in surprise, the massive stallion tossing his head in an almost 'what the actual hell' gesture as his ears angled toward Aven.
Aven clacks his boots together, standing at attention and holding a salute. "Permission to accompany you to Headquarters, Major?"
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" Granted," she murmurs, lightly urging Purgatorio back into motion- as they passed by Aven, the stallions muzzle seemed fixed on his helm before his head was jerked away to a hiss 'Don't make a scene'. Breaking into a light trot, causing the silver-white steel the gleam brightly as the black-green cloak flutters idly at her back.
Aven follows along behind, the armor glistening magnificently in the sunlight. A raven passes high overhead, landing on a nearby signpost, watching them go.
Aven briefly strides within Purgatorio's shadow, and his voice echoes once more in Hakon's armor. "What do you think of my little 'fix'? Do you think I'll pass for a soldier you recruited?"
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" You'd pass more as wayward rich boy trying to curry favor with me using extravagent methods- but thats not unusual around here," she teases under her breath as they weave through the streets. Near the Grand Duke's palace, they turn into a massive courtyard filled with a variation of weapons' masters and steeds of many variations. This was the Ansgar's Hand headquarters, immediately activity pausing for a moment to offer the Major a salute before continuing.
Hakon lead Purgatorio to the stables, every beast from rhinos to ground drakes were housed comfortably within massive enclosures, their individual armor sets neatly held against each wall, labeled with piles of warm, clean straw in every corner. It was clear these people cared deeply for their mounts, as the occasional stall held a rider crooning over their beast. Leading her own beloved stallion to a stall labeled for the Major's use, she began to slow process of untacking the large stallion as he munched away at some grain. Turning slightly she called," Recruit, help me out here, would you?" Beckoning Aven into the stall
A laugh echoes through her armor at the observation. "If you think about it, that's technically what I did in Matron's Hallow, albeit in a different context."
Aven whistles at the courtyard's size, following them to the stables. At her request, he salutes once more, a hiding a grin at the act under his helmet. "Ma'am!" He walks into the stall after her.
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Grasping his arm for a moment, she drags him to the back of the stall. She drags her helm off before smirking faintly," Take off your helmet- please- I feel like i haven't kissed you since we entered the city." She chuckles softly in a whisper, offering him a weak smile as she presses close.
Purgatorio snorts, rolling his blue eyes- but shifting his bulk to block them from any passerbys who may have come by.
Aven removes the intricate helm, holding hit under his arm, his hair brushing along with it before methodically snapping back into place. "That's probably because you haven't." He leans in presses his lips against hers, using his other hand to pull her waist against his with considerable strength and a ringing of steel against steel, accompanied by the the soft noise of flesh against flesh as they kiss. He pulls back as they finish, a mischievous grin on his face. "Quite scandalous, a Major doing such a thing with a new recruit?" He covers his lips in mock surprise.
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" With a fake recruit no less," she whispers, briefly reaching up to flick him between the eyes with a smirk," Hush- it could be so much worse." Smiling faintly she paused for a moment, lips parted curiously as she allowed her eyes to wander his face. Admiring his features for a moment, simply allowing herself to be in awe of this man that she 'loved' (such a strange but wonderful word). She reaches up and delicately strokes his cheek with a smile,"... I love you so much, Aven."
Aven flushes at the sudden affection. He may be wearing a warrior's armor, but his sensibilities were still far from it. "I-I love you, too, Hakon." His eyes glance outside. "I do have a question, though: why a fake recruit, hm? It will be difficult keep my promise with you if I need to skulk around, why not just make it official?" He puts a gauntlet to his chin. "Not only would it make things easier, but it would also get your advisors off your back, would it not?"
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" Ah- hm- uh-" she suddenly looks increasingly uncomfortable, frowning slightly as she tilts her head firstleft then right as if weighing the consequences," You'd need a mount and the training you would be put through is.... Grueling," she sighs faintly.
" Not to mention my advisers would immediately suspect me of being a whore should you always be at my side," she sighs faintly with a small, weak smile," But- would you like to train? We are... Much harsher then other units, we are juggernauts and heavy cavalry."
Aven thinks for a moment. "On second thought, it wouldn't work. Because of what I am, almost all animals hate me-" He pauses, then grins wide, a chuckle reverberating from deep within his chest. "Almost... exactly what kind of mount do I need? Is it required to be a horse, or simply a mountable animal?"
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" An animal that can hold almost a ton of armor which includes your armor and be non-magical in origin. If need be, I could see about the herd of Theocog- I think there may be a mare or colt avaliable," she pauses for a moment, hesitating as she tilts her head," I don't want you to hurt yourself, love. I mean, you're... frail."
Aven chuckles once more. "I have a steed all lined up, don't worry." He raises an eyebrow quizzically at the 'frail' comment. "Are you sure about that?" He reaches under Hakon's arms and lifts her with ease, spinning in a circle before setting her gently back down.
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Stifling a surprised sound but giggling softly in turn, she plants a kiss on his forehead," Ah- whats with everyone picking me up?" She questions with a soft laugh though arches an eyebrow," Do you know? Non-magical, I repeat, or it will be slaughtered..."
Aven nuzzles his nose against Hakon's. "If you make that cute little noise every time, I'm not surprised they do." Aven keeps his grin. "And Beatrice isn't magical, she's a dark matter being, like me."
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Hakon rolls her eyes, snickering quietly," Excuse me, sir, but I am the feared and might command of Ansgar's Hand. The most brutal and outstanding shock unit that the Connlaothan armed forces have to offer, I can't be 'cute'," she giggles quietly. At his suggestion she smirks playfully," Oh she'll hate that, yes, make it happen." She raised her face again before pressing her lips tenderly against his, kissing him warmly in the process. The movement was heated yet- tender beyond all belief
Aven grins wider. "You may be the head of Ansgar's hand, and soon to be superior officer, but you'll still always be adorable to me." He hugs her tightly for this kiss, closing his eyes and losing himself in her touch. He could do this forever, and never complain, his heart like a drum inside the extravagant suit of armor. When Hakon moves to pull back, Aven surges forward to continue the kiss for a few more blissful moments, before finally letting go. "So, if I'm going to join Ansgar's Hand, I'll need to learn how to use these things," He pats the twin swords on his belt. He pokes her cheek playfully. "You wouldn't happen to know someone who could teach me, would you?"
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As he shifts forward, she beams into the embrace, hugging him tightly to her as their armor squeaked together before smiling at him breathlessly," Dual wielding? Actually yes- the Lieutenant Geldin is a master dual wielder, so you should speak to him when you have the chance- I, alas, have to file several reports. The pen is literally mightier then the sword in this city, it is ridiculous." Sighing faintly, she smiles, gazing at him lovingly before shifting faintly, squeezing his hand," I need to go- but... I believe you will be placed in the barracks with other recruits tonight- I obviously cannot visit- but... You are more then welcome to join me in my quarters," she winks though a blush spreads across her face. Instinctive rather then suggestive.
" Major-" a voice calls out from down the hall, setting her to step away from him and quickly secure her helm.
" Here."
Aven returns her gaze, flushing at the mention of her quarters. Hearing the voice calling for Hakon, he swiftly puts his helmet back on, falling into a salute. "Thank you for advice, Ma'am! I will take my leave." He strides out of the stall, still a bit flustered under his armor. Out of nowhere, a thought crosses his mind: if he was going to be seen as a Soldier in the public eye, could he... face his family?
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Aven is settled in the Barracks, it seems his forms and so on have been taken care of already- out to the training yard he goes...
Rufus seemed to have stumbled his way around the city after several hours and located the Headquarters, flopping down in a slightly intoxicayef stupor to observe training where guests usuall settled down- hiss massive bulk creaking the bench as he received suspicious looks from all around. Not that he cared- he was too drunk to care and was too proud making himself the drinking champion of the Reajh to do anything but look down on these light-weight peasants.
Hakon meanwhile had changed from her armor, slidin into a casual robe over her uniformed tunic as she observed the training ground.
An older man, sporting a greying brown beard and short cropped hair paced before a small troupe of soldiets, obviously training them in dual wielding. He seemed a vicious, short tempered bastard from the constant yelling and barking...
Aven strides up the the group, observing for a few minutes, before approaching the older man he assumed to be Lieutenant Geldin, sighing inwardly at the display. I can already tell where this is leading... "Sir, I'm looking to learn the art of dual wielding: would you mind if I joined in on this lesson?"
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The Lieutenant whipped around, his face nearly slamming into Aven's as he snarls," GET IN LINE MAGGOT- YOU FILTHY, SQUIRMING, WEAK PILE OF COW SHIT!" all the veins in his face and neck seemed to be ready to pop out of his very skin which was the color of a heavily spiced curry.
Rufus wakes with a start, a trail of saliva leaving a silvery trail down his beard as he clears his throat and looks around groggily.
Meanwhile, Hakon just snickered softly as she observed the training in progress. This is why they didn't have many dual wielders...
Aven's eyes widen under his helm, and he pauses. After a moment of drawn out silence, he turns abruptly around and walks toward the Hakon. Fuck it. I'll go two handed.
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Hakon's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she waits for him to approach, straighteninng," What's wrong?"
Aven reaches Hakon, leaning against the wall. "I guess I wasn't ready for that kind of militant treatment yet, especially from a man I could currently snap in half like a twig." He sighs. "Baby steps, as they say, but I'll get the hang out it." He turns his head to face her. "Something's been nagging at me, by the way. I was told my papers were taken care of, and I'm assuming that was you: but what did you put my surname down as?"
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" Aventus," she muses softly, tilting her head to one side," Unless you wanted to be inducted into my family instead?" Arching a slender eyebrow at him playfully,"... Would you rather learn the sword and shield? It's my speciality... And I would not be so hasty, until you truly know how hard it is to fight power with powerlessness, you have little right to judge him so harshly."
Aven looks away shyly. "Well, maybe one day... but right now, I think it's time I return to the world of nobles." He draws himself to his full height, and bows to Hakon regally once more. "My full name is Aven Draius Alveron." Proper introduction aside, he leans back onto the wall, glancing at the Lieutenant. "I suppose you're right, I'm a novice in regards to swordplay and combating mages without magic. Regardless, I don't think I'll ever be able to use two swords at once efficiently now that I think about the logistics." Removing the twin blades and their sheathes from his waist plate, he holds them around the corner of a nearby barrack door to a vacant room, and after brief moment, he pulls out a one edged, herculean sized blade, nearly five feet long. "This should do."
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At his words, she flushed a rosy pink beneath her helm, murmuring," I would like that-" almost inaudibly as she tilts her head to one side," A two handed sword? As long as Beatrice can take commands from your knees I suppose that isfine- but be prepared to take quite a few hits of your own, my love- I mean- recruit." She winces at her own mistake but no one seems to notice nor car.
" Our greatsword instructor is currently at the front but we can test your mettle still if you'd like?"
Aven sheathes the tip of the giant blade into the ground beside him. "Against you?" Even without an expression to match, it's obvious he's hesitant. "Regardless of the fact that you'd undoubtedly crush me, I don't know how I feel about raising a blade to my- ahem- a superior officer." He corrects himself quickly, suffering the same fumble as Hakon.
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" Of course against me, unless you want to try against a fellow novice," she tilts her hea dto one side inquiringly, ofering a tiny smile
Aven caves, putting his hands up in surrender. "You got me." He pulls his blade from the ground, swinging it up to rest on his shoulder. "I haven't gotten to see your skills yet, so be sure not to hold back too much on me: and if by chance I win, you have to answer any one question I ask you truthfully. Deal?" He extends his right gauntlet out to shake.
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Looks down at his hand thoughtfully for a moment before nodding shortly, shaking his hand firmly as she swings the massive shield about on her arm," And that goes both ways, if I win- you get to answer any question I ask you in turn, else it would not be fair," she chuckles softly, releasing his hand before stepping onto the training grounds. The yard fell silent but it seemed the trainers began to busily organize sparring pairs in turn- to keep eyes off of the Major. They always were smart men- well... At certain times they were.
Upon reaching a relatively secluded area of the yard, she drew the viciously curved scimitar before heftingn the massive shield up, turning to face in in a defensive stance. Had he not known who she was, she could easily have been mistaken for a man- and a rather fearsome enemy commander
Aven nods in agreement. "Of course." He follows her out onto the field, noticing the trainers begin to bark more orders. Interesting. As Hakon assumes a defensive stance, Aven grins under his helm. "So you're going to wait for a counter, huh? I may not be experienced, but I've seen swordplay." He drops his center of gravity, gripping his blade with both hands and advances quickly, closing the distance between them. His footsteps are terribly loud, and if one looked in his wake, they would see indents into the ground where he stepped. Aven plants his boot powerfully into the ground as he reaches melee range, the impact burying his boot an inch into the earth, and slashes from left to right with force enough to throw a small horse.
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Slamming the pointed bottom of the shield into the ground to further reinforce it, his blade sings sweet steely songs as it slams full force into the shield. Which remains unmoved though vibrates rather violently. Lifting it back up, she spins about the massive wall of enchanted metal, using it as a picot as she lashed out with the scimitar- despite the fact her armor was impossible heavy, the bade sang as it streaked diagonally upward to tear across his flank rather mercilessly
Aven winces as the power of his own blow fractures his wrists into pieces, the blade not angled correctly to glance off if blocked. Hakon's steel makes contact, ringing against his armor as he staggers, and though it strangely fails to leave a scratch on his armor, the blow throws him off balance, and his grip on his sword loosens.
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Unmoved by the fact he was new, not to mention her lover, Hakon follows up with a sharp blow to his side once more- aiming to throw him further off balance before switching her grip upon the blade to 'finish him off' persay, with a sharp strike to the head.
Aven is knocked off his feet by the concussive blows, his sword falling from his grip and sheathing into the ground vertically. His fall, however, twists into a high velocity kick to Hakon's wrist, as he plants his right hand and turns the weight of gravity into momentum for a perfect uppercut with his heel, attempting to disarm her.
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The helm snaps back and an audible grunt leaves it- the saber held slightly more loosely in her hands as her wrist was struck- alas, she was no novice, that was certain. Bringing the power of her shoulder behind the shield, moving rather close to him- using the massive slab of steel to shove him aside with incredible force. Surprisingly, she was not going as hard on him as she normally would- it was simply hard to... Push herself to damage him.
Aven is flung to the side, unable to dodge the shield charge from his position. He skids along the ground, leaving a trail of dust.
A moment passes before he rises, removing his helm and tucking it under his arm. "I concede, I concede; I can't very well beat you without a weapon." He strolls over to retrieve his blade, laughing while he rotates his shoulders. "Would you believe that was the first fight I've ever lost?"
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Holding the curved scimitar to the light, she twisted it carefully in her hand as if looking for damage- tilting her head down toward him, she muses," Then you'll learn to lose more." Hakon carefully sheathed the exotically curved blade as she chides," You must learn in order to know how sweet victory is. Nothing is constant," she almost reaches out to squeeze his arm but contains herself, pausing," Again. Until the sun goes down- I can't rightly let you get away with being lazy in my unit." she chortles
Aven salutes, but his expression bear the distinct look of 'Wait, did you say until the sun goes down?'
The day drags on, Aven consuming more dirt than the average earthworm. They train vigorously, but his skill with the blade remains quite lacking, as though he does improve a bit, it is obvious he's never wielded a sword in his life. However, Hakon will notice as the light of the sun dims, it becomes harder and harder to withstand his blows, as if he were slowly growing in strength.
Aven rises from the fortieth loss that day, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck a few times. The sun is barely peaking over the horizon, casting a shadow over the training grounds. "Another?" He whirls the greatsword in a continuous circle with his fingers.
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The Major pauses, her own body was beginning to burn with steadily increasing exhaustion. So in a decision that would both save her face and body, literally and metaphorically speaking," We can continue tomorrow at dawn-" she pauses for a moment as she lowers shield and sword, offering a smile though he obviously couldn't see it,"- you're doing better, so we shall do this every day when given the chance and make you a real warrior."
Aven breathes an obvious sigh of relief, letting the sword stick into the earth from its circular trajectory. "Thank you, Ma'am. I greatly appreciate your time today." He pulls off his helm, hanging it on the hilt of his blade. He stretches his aching muscles, glancing toward the barracks. "If it's an early morning, I suppose I should retire."
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Hakon nods shortly, murmuring," I suppose we shall- be sure to clean your weaponry and armor- rust kills more recruits then blades," she took a small step back, tilting her head in acknowledgement before striding off quietly, quickly, she missed the freedom they had on the open road. How openly she could show her affection- but now- hm-
Night fell and Hakon sat cross legged on her bed, looking about the empty room as she finished cleaning the singularly scale of her chestplate after so many hours- it would take days to completely renew her armor but it would be worth it- as always. She gazed at the hearth for a moment, wrapping the blankets more firmly about her shoulders as she did so... Hm- she felt rather alone for the first time- such an odd, sad feeling.
Aven makes his way his bunk in the barracks, not bothering to shell his armor. It would only mean more work in the morning, and he was mentally exhausted. As he lays down, though, his brain refuses to rest. With a start, he realizes that he hasn't slept out of the shadows in years, but as a soldier, he could no longer do so.
His mind races for a solution, before it inadvertently stops on the memory of Hakon sleeping the night they met. She had been next to Purgatorio, and was able to rest even in her precarious situation. He wondered if he could do the same if he were not alone, and a pang in his chest pulls his mind to Hakon once more.
He rises from the cot after only five minutes, leaving his helmet and sword behind. As soon as he break all possible lines of sight, he descends into the shadows, darting along walls and roofs to find Hakon's window. After ten minutes of searching, he reaches her bedroom window, watching her wrap herself in the covers of her bed. He slips without a sound through the pane of the window, along the wall and under the door in a matter of a single second, then, making sure there was no one to see, he ascends from the darkness, and knocks lightly on her door, a subtle shade of red gracing his cheeks as he tries not to ponder what he is doing.
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Hakon looks up with a start, but doesn't find herself particularly surprised by the knock- if she could as easily slip through the shadows she would have done the same- slipping from the sheets, she tip-toes toward the door, opening it- relieved to see it was him rather then perhaps an adviser," Aven-" she sing-whispers, stepping aside to allow him to enter the room,"- you have no idea how relieved I am to see you," she murmurs, quickly pulling him inside to nuzzle his neck as she embraced him warmly- she knew she would have to get used to such seperation but... That notion didn't make it any easier
Aven was about to ask if he could come in when Hakon snatches him from the hallway, drawing herself close. His nervousness melts as he accepts the embrace, lightly closing the door with his foot. "Well, actually, I believe I may; I feel the same." He looks up and away. "I'm embarrassed to say this, but... I don't know if I can sleep outside the shadows. I've done it for so long, and being outside and vulnerable to attack while I rest is almost unbearable." The red hue returns to his visage as he looks at Hakon once more. "I remembered that you could sleep well when you had Purgatorio next to you, so I thought maybe..." He flushes further, unable to complete the sentence as he breaks eye contact, his mouth a squiggle of embarrassment. He felt like a child asking if he could sleep in his parents bed, only with the woman he loved...which made it that much more embarrassing.
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Seeming slightly confused at what he seemed to be getting at at first, she simply arches an eyebrow and waits in silence as he stutters before pausing and breaking into an understanding smile," You want to... Sleep with me?" She smiles faintly, cocking her head to one side, causing the soft white-blonde locks to lurch slightly over her shoulder blades
Aven's eyes widen at hearing the phrase aloud, and he stammers. "N-n-not like that, I mean.. Just sleeping... with you..." If his face gained any more color, steam would likely shoot from his ears. Hakon looked so beautiful and regal, it felt as if he were imposing on a princess. "I-I'm sorry, it was a stupid question, f-forget I said anything."
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" I meant sleeping as well, you know- that thing that we do every night where we're essentially in comatose for several hours- that thing," she chuckles softly, reaching up to squish his face playfully," Ansgar's breath, not everything i say is excruciatingly sugestive, is it?" She teases, leaning forward so the tip of her nose lightly brushed his,"... You can stay, I think I may sleep better with you beside me, Aven."
Aven gives a weak smile. "No, I suppose my mind had already wandered there... I'm new to this whole thing, you know. Anyway, thank you, Hakon: I'll change into something more appropriate." He walks over to the corner, where he pulls off his armor piece by piece, stacking it nearly in a pile. The armor gives way to a black silky undershirt and matching pants, but something is different: instead of a slender frame, Aven's body is muscular and extremely toned, though still not too broad. He finishes removing the boots, and rolls his shoulders, messaging the tissue, relieved to be free of the metal. "Ah... if I wasn't constantly healing under that armor, I'd be be black and blue everywhere."
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" You must allow some bruises to remain- in order to keep up the semblence of being... Like us," she urges gently, having sidled back to the broad bed tucked before the hearth- carefully putting away the armor into a nearby chest. She herself was clad in what seemed to be simply a blanket wrapped securely around her body, clasped closed by a hand beneath as she kneels to latch the chest closed before turning back to him, offering a small smile," You know, Aven- I'm actually rather jealous of you." She admits, playfully falling onto the mattress, shifting faintly to gaze at him
Aven shakes his head. "I cannot control my regeneration, neither speed it up nor slow it down. It simply happens." He sits down beside her on the bed, raises an eyebrow paired with a little smile. "Oh, are you? How so?"
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" You're..." she trails off thoughtfully before sighing and idly reaching down, pushing aside the blanket to reveal her leg- allowing the fabric to settle halfway up her thigh, in the dim light, vicious scars marred the skin like tiger stripes- offering him a weak smile she murmurs," When I get hurt, it will always remain with me- it will take weeks to recover and even then, my survival is in question-" she pauses as her hands brush the scars- it was almost as if a beast had seized her there then torn away the flesh,"... You will always have a larger chance to survive then myself. Have you ever thought of why we fear mages?"
Aven's brow lowers with a sad smile, and he places his hand over hers, running it over the scars once more. His touch is soft, gentle, heavily juxtaposed his his current build. "Hakon, do not take these scars for granted: they are proof that you've lived, experienced life's ups and downs." He sighs. "And yes, I've pondered why people fear magic more than you could ever imagine. Maybe you have your own reasons, but I can assure you, the main reason is simple: most do not understand what magic is, and it's weaknesses and drawbacks. As an example, this regeneration of mine? It carries a major cost of it's own: I cannot build any strength, no matter how hard I may try. Muscle is built and strengthened by tearing that muscle and letting it heal back stronger, but mine will always regenerate back to exactly how it was before."
He glances down at his body. "These muscles are nothing but show, in order to appear as a soldier. I am just as weak as in my normal state. To top it all off, it is not magic that performs this function, but my body's own physiology." He returns his gaze to hers. "You see? I may be able to survive a blow that would be fatal to a normal human, but in exchange, I will never be strong enough wield a sword without my powers aiding me."
Aven leans down, kissing Hakon's forehead. "Besides, you don't need to worry about suffering such major injuries any longer: I will always be there when you need me."
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She reaches up, her fingers gently lacing through his hair as she gazes at him ponderously, smiling ever so sightly,"... You don't need to put on a show, but I beg you to be careful. This is a city of paranoia." Leaning upward, she presses her lips tenderly against his cheek,"... I want to protect you from your monsters, but to do so you must suppress them, my love."
Aven smiles softly at her touch. "I'll give it everything I have, I promise." He lays down beside her, pausing in his speech. "We spoke of family names before, and it got me thinking. Now that I'm a visible part of society, I want to be an Alveron again. Despite running away from my home, I do love and respect my parents, and it feels wrong not to go by my true name. I am not fond of deception, even for the greatest of causes."
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Rolling over, she drapes her arm over his chest, nestling her chin upon his shoulder as she chides gently," But won't you be known as a witcher then? And indoctrinating you into my ranks- that would cause a stir- it would only be a matter of time before they found out of our relationship." She murmurs worriedly, closing her eyes," You would be in the most danger- if Artorias hunts you... You would be dead in hours," her hands curled into the soft fabric of his undershirt. Clearly worried.
Aven clasped his hand over Hakon's. "I doubt that. My parents did not hand me over to the church when I was young, instead hiding me from the noble scene under the pretense that I was a sickly child. Other than my parents, and a select few slaves at our estate, no one is aware that I am a Mage." He gazes deep into her eyes. "Does it matter if they know about us? Hakon, I'm serious about this, I love you. I'll do anything to stay by your side, even..." He pauses to gather courage, "Even if I need to become a Kilandre in the future, I'll do it."
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Sitting up, she gazes down at him, her hand resting flat upon his chest as if to feel his heartbeat as she furrows her brow,"... I... I am scared. I will admit that much," she ducked her head with a soft sigh," I risked all bringing you into the city, the people trust me to keep them safe, not... Harbor a revolutionary." Pressing her hand against her forehead, she withers slightly,"... I have to defend my People, if you do do something that harms them or my duty to them- I must seperate myself from you..."
She looks up at him, looking vaguely distressed,"... Are you sure this is what you want?"
Aven strokes her cheek gently, though his heart beats fast. "Hakon, I told you, I do not attack people, and I do not sow discord. I believe that to achieve true peace, one must use peaceful methods, and that is a credo I will never abandon." Aven pulls himself closer to Hakon. "I fight not for mages alone, but for all of Connloath's people. As sure as the sun will rise in the morning, I will never do something to hurt them, or Connloath's soldiers."
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Hakon gazes down at him in silence, takingg a shuddering breath," Why don't I believe you-" she mutters almost to herself before dipping her head, pressing her face against his chest," This regime is going to end in blood and fire. People are going to die- so many will- I do not know what side I will be on in the end." She hisses, hugginrg him tightly
Aven hugs her, stroking her hair tenderly. "It doesn't need to end that way, Hakon. The world is not as black and white as that." His brow furrows for a moment. "I cannot promise that Grand Duke Calent will retain nobility, but even Calent is not on a list of people I would kill." His eyes soften once more. "But whatever side you end up on, Hakon, I know you will be there for the good of Connloath, and that is enough for me."
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Tilting her head so her ear could press against his sternum, listening to the steady beat of his heart as she closed her eyes. Shifting closer so hef legs intertwined with his as she cuddled closer to him. She fell silent for a moment before tilting her chin up enough to kiss his cheek tenderly,"... You are a blessing- you know that?"
Aven chuckles softly, shifting to face her, entangling the two of them further. "That's pretty ironic, considering what holy magic does to my body. Still, if I can be your blessing, there's nothing else I need."
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Hakon tilts her head back, gazing at him with a surprised look," Holy Magic?" She inquires softly, her hand idly wandering his torso as she closed her eyes again, settling more comfortably against him. The warmth of another form was oddly lulling and wonderful- just... Relieving to no end, it spoke of a security she had never felt before... it was wonderful
Aven wears a wry expression, despite slowly feeling his mind drift toward sleep. Laying next to her, entwined in a loving embrace, he couldn't imagine sleeping alone, even in the shadows. He felt peaceful, safe in her arms. "Yes, another little 'perk' of this body. For some reason, holy magic cuts through me like butter, speaking from experience. I lost both arms and a leg in that fight."
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Listening as she was slowly lulled into dream land, into a more peaceful sleep then she had known in many years, Hakon's warm breath brushes past his ear," Then I'll protect you- I'll always protect you," she offers the softest of smiles- slowly drifting off.... No nightmares, for the first time in years.
Aven kisses her forehead softy, whispering. "Thank you, Hakon." He follows her to rest soon after, blissfully locked in her embrace as he slips into a dreamless sleep: for what could be worth dreaming about over her touch?
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Her armor felt lighter then ever, the shield no more then the weight of parchment paper on her armor as the reassuring grip of the hilt of her scimitar rested in her palm. She was striding through flames, the head unable to penetrate the thick boots. Striding toward the creature that always haunted her dreams- a giant boar-like man. As tall as a building with the head of a boar. He always crouched there, arms draped patiently over his legs as he patiently awaited her approach. He never moved until the last minute. But even as she drew closer, past the point when the monster would simply scoop her up and toss her aside, it remained still. Just watching with a wry smirk... Now within reaching distance of the giant, Hakon reached out to it- in response, it merely stood and stride off into a hellish valley tucked between two peaks...
Hakon woke with a start before the sun had risen, her head throbbed yet she felt comfortably warm. Looking to her side, she saw him laying there- a physical form. It was a relief- he hadn't snuck off again...
Aven's eyes flutter open at the sudden movement, and he blinks groggily. "Mmm... Good morning, love... something the matter?"
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Shaking her head wordlessly, she suddnely smiles mischieviously, moving to lie on her stomach before staddling his stomach, sitting on top of him as her hands rest in either side of his head. In utter silence she simply winks down at him, leaning down to press her lips to his forehead. Simply teasing him in absoloute silence- it was still freezing in the room, the cold air prickling against her bare skin- still- how could she miss an oppurtunity to ness with him a bit?
The kiss to his forehead fully wakes Aven up, only to find himself trapped under Hakon's body weight, unable to get up. "Hey, what're-" His eyes widen and he stiffens, as Hakon shifts slightly over his unfortunate morning wood, pressing it against his stomach. "Hakon, you're..." His face is a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and a hint of instinctual excitement. Mostly shame.
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Seeming vaguely surprised at a rather odd, hm- hard place pressing lightly against her stomach, she tilts her head with a small smile," Whats wrong? It's just harmless fun- unless- hm-" she furrows her brow suddenly, blushing," Oh... Oh dear, I'm sorry-"
Aven stays stock still, looking to the side with a flushed complexion. "It's alright, no harm done. That is a feature I wish had left with my human body. Even when I slept in the shadows, it's always up before I am..."
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Though blushing profusely, she suddenly breaks out into hysterical laughter, raiding her body out of harms way though she leans down, nuzzling his face as she giggles," Aaaaawh~! Poor Aven, I'm sorry! But at least that means you had a good dream, right?" Hakon slid off of him, slowly standing in al her stark naked glory, shivering once as she moved quickly to the dying fire, poking the embers with a poker.
Aven is still a bit flustered, and this only intensifies when he notices a detail he missed the previous night. She was NAKED? Aven averts his eyes quickly, but not before they take in her form, the wonderful image catalogued into his memory without his consent. "Sh-shouldn't you put some clothes on, Hakon?"
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" Why bother?" She answers before hesitating and looking back with a small half-smile, tilting her head to one side before sighing and reluctantly crossing an arm over her chest to 'hide the worst of it' from him," Ah very well, if it will make you so flustered. I thought you knew last night, you sometimes surprise me how unobservant you can be," she muses, clucking her tongue at him once as she threw a small log on the slowly awakening flames, settling upon her knees as she took a shuddering breath
Aven rises from the bed, making his way over to her with one of the blankets, kneeling beside her draping it over both their backs. "It's still very early, you know." He cuddles against her, wrapping an around around her back and pulling her close. In that same motion, however, he feels something odd. It's extremely soft and warm: fleshy even.
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Leaning back into him with a content sigh as she ensures the flames were strong enough to survive itself, she tilts her head back, draging it over his shouldef as she looks at him with a rosy flush to her fair complexion and a tiny nervous, smile," You're ah- mph-" she simply blushes a brighter red coloring, biting her lip but being a bit too embarassed to outright say 'You're grabbing my breast, you massive moron'
It takes a moment for Aven to realize what he did, blushing furiously and retracting as fast as dark humanly possible. "I'm so sorry, Hakon, I didn't mean to!" Still, he cuddles closer to her, fending off the encroachment of both the cold and the sun. "You know, you still have that question to ask from winning our bet yesterday."
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Humming thoughtfully for a moment, she pauses and speaks," I think I'll save it for a good time and place rather then asking now," she chirps with a soft chuckle, nestling closer to him without complaint, watching the red and orange tongues of flame lap at the air as the hearth breathed warmth onto them both.
" Well I suppose I may as well ask you if you're ready for another day of training?" She teases softly
Aven chuckles. "I don't know, I'm still exhausted from yesterday; I might need a bit of encouragement to get me going..." He smiles, leaning in for a kiss.
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" Oh? What kind of encouragement?" She teases, leaning away playfully as she palces a finger over his lips, smirking playfully as she holds him at bay. She felt so comfortable in his arms- though the weight of the world still rested on her shoulders, it felt far less conequential with him here... Aven...
Aven pouts behind the slender shield, backing off his pursuit. He closes his eyes in mock protest, turning his head slightly. "Well, never mind, then. I'll just drill all day with no energy, because my love is stingy." He sneaks a peak to see her reaction before closing his eye once more.
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Pouting mockingly, she leans forward, her slender nose nearly touching his as she chirps," Aaaah I'm just a terribld superior officer, aren't I?" She croons playfully, shifting in his lap to face him, wrapping her legs about his waist as she squirms around to face him head on, she tilts her head," What would you like, huh? What will get you through the day?" She chortles
Aven's face reddens as his... member, is trapped between her stomach and his, and his eyes shift down unbidden to her endowment, before he rips them away. "A cruel one, too, for making me say it out loud..." He swallows, trying to tame his libido, chastising himself for losing the battle of mind over matter. "A long kiss would do the trick, I think..."
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" Would it?" She hesitates as if pondering this for a moment- whether she was truly being thoughtful or simply teasing him was rather unclear but soon she interlaced her fingers through his hair, drawing closer to him as she chides softly," Alright then- but you should head back to the barracks- lest someone decide to drop by and check on you," she muses softly, leaning forward as she captures his lips in her own- trying to ignore the... Prominent limb pressing against her skin. She felt an odd warmth that couldn't quite name but ignored it, at least for now.
Aven loses himself in her kiss, holding it as long as he is able. When their lips part, he smiles gently. "I'll get on that, then. Shall we meet at the training grounds?"
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" Yes- I- yes- I'll see you there," she promises softly, offering a small breathless smile as she forces herself away from him, quickly moving about the room to dress herself. What was this instinctive nonsense she felt? It made no sense- besides... She had to protect her chastity- from everyone... It was all that she had that was truly her very own. Shaking some thoughts from her mind, she moves about the room in silence, seeming nervous- already drowned in her own mind.
Aven rises, retrieving his armor from the chest it sat in. As he donned the full plate, he noticed Hakon's skittish behavior. "Is something the matter, Hakon?" He thinks back to the night before, and their conversation, misunderstanding her nervousness. "Is it the changing of my official name back to Alveron? Trust me, it will all work out okay: I'm quite the strategist, if you didn't know."
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Turning with a small snile, she ducks her head with a soft giggle," No- it's not that- I trust you it's just-"
" Major Kilandre." A loud knock sounds on the door, causing her to almost squeak int error, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth as she finished slipping a shirt over her head. Quickly she jogged over to Aven, pressing her lips sparingly against his cheek, waving for him frantically to just cheese it as she aporoaches the door, calling," Coming."
Aven quickly puts on the final piece, his left gauntlet, descending into the shadows and zipping toward the window. Just then, the sun rises, and a beam of light shoots through the window pane. It startles Aven, who darts backward, up the wall and onto the ceiling in a panic, to avoid being seen by whoever was knocking.
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Hakon ensures he is out of sight before opening the door, murmuring a greeting and speaking to the individual in a low voice. With a soft sigh, she nods and closes the door after several minutes of idle conversation.
She pauses and briefly placed a hand against her forehead, taking a steadying breath as she shook her head, slowly sinking to her knees- resting her forehead against the doorway.
A soft voice echoes from the shadows. "What's going on?"
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She straightens quickly, pushing herself back to her feet as she shook her head, chirping," Nothing- it's quite alright, I'll just have to be... Elsewhere today." She turns, looking about the room in vague confusion," Hm? Where did you disappear to?" Breaking into a faint smile despite herself.
Aven's head and pauldrons emerge from the ceiling, hanging upside down, the rest of his body merged into the shadows. "Up here. I need to go find Beatrice anyway, she's been on recon. I need a mount, after all." He snickers. "If you can, could you correct those forms today?"
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Nodding crisply as she finished sliding on her pants, only vaguely disturbed by his appearance- knowing she would have to get used to it at some point or another, she offers a smile," Of course, I'll just say my mind slipped and slid down an icy slope to delirium and nightmares," she chortles," You know, just one of thosd days,"
Aven laughs in return. "I think we all have those days." He wasn't sure if that statement held true for him any longer, though: if Hakon would be by his side, losing his way would seem a trifle of the past. He melds back into the darkness and zips to the windowpane along the wall. "We can talk later. Until then, my love."
Later that day...
Aven dances around a corner of the training field, parrying the blows of another new recruit wielding a Gladius and tower shield. The young man strikes out with his sword, slashing at Aven's side, but Aven knocks the blow out of the way, whirling the grandiose blade in a circle over his head in the same fluid motion to build momentum, then slams the greatsword into his sparring partner's shield, sending the poor soul hurtling several meters through the air and onto his back. Aven hoists the blade onto his shoulder with a sigh. It's not the same sparring with other novices, I can just overpower them with sheer strength. I don't feel like I'm learning anything...
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As he thought these rather grim thoughts, the training yard pauses as the Major and several other steed-bound figures enter the courtyard. There was a brief wave of salutes before the trainees turned back to their 'studies'- Hakon pulls the great white Theocog to a halt, she was not wearing her massive armor as per usual, but instead rather the usual feminine wear of Connlaothan women- somehow managing to make even that look somewhat imposing. A man upon a pony pauses beside her, almost two feet beneath her head due to the animals' vast difference in height. The Major and the Man seem to swap brief words before she points to Aven, shooing the man away as she turned into the nearby stables to set Purgatorio to rest.
The man's bay pony trots over rather jovially, the barrel shaped creature rather plump but happy as it pranced over, coming to a halt several feet from Aven. The man himself was essentially a reflection of the animal with a cherubic face and all," Aven Alveron?"
Aven turns to the man, raising an eyebrow under his helm. The man before him was, without a doubt, too happy for his own good. Maybe it was the result of his rigorous training, and swinging a giant piece of metal, but the man needed to bring his happiness level down a few notches.
"Yes, that is my name. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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" Letter for you." Her answers lightly, thrusting a neatly folded envelop with a beautiful wax seal into Aven's hands before whipping the small pony about and trotting away, whistling a merry tune.
Hakon appears a few moments later, kneeling next to a small fountain and trough where the animals normally drank- washing off her hands and arms- the water clouding red after a short while
Aven raises an eyebrow at the letter. What the...who even knows I exist?
Glancing at Hakon, his eyes become wrought with concern at the blood washing off her gauntlets. He approaches her, sheathing his blade in the ground near the wall. "Major Kilandre, are you injured?"
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" No, no, Private, merely finished with some community service," she chirps, looking up curiously," That courier quite literally followed me to the headquarters- entertaining little fellow." She offers a small smile, tilting her head to one side as she finished soaking past her elbows.
" Who is it from? The seal looks like it may be a noble."
"Seal?" He had been handed it upside down, it hadn't occurred to him to flip it over. He turns it to view the seal, a symbol of flame surrounded by laurels, and his eyes widen considerably. "This... this is my seal, the Alverons!" He opens the letter hastily, scanning its finely quilled contents:
Dearest Aven,
We have searched for so long to find you, only to hear of your enrollment in the military, of all places! It must be the guidance of the heavens that has brought you safely back. We would love to see you once more, dear, and ask that you come home.
Below, in a slightly rougher font, an additional note is written:
And bring Major Kilandre with you, I wish to thank her in person for finding my son for us.
-Sincerely, Lord Melvic and Alyssa Alveron.
Aven lowers the paper, showing it in a dumbfounded stupor to Hakon. "It's my parents. They want me to come home, and to meet you."
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Hakon listens sincerely, but slowly her visage turns into a suspicious scowl,"... I don't like this," she mutters, shaking her arms free of the icy water as she shifts her sleeves down again carefully, her hazel-grey eyes flicker to him.
" How did they know it was you so quickly? How did they get access to the Military files? Who informed them? I don't like this- at all, Aven," she frowns deeply as she lists off her suspicions one by one in a low voice
Aven's brow furrows. "You're right, it's far too convenient for appearances, but..." He pulls off his helmet, scanning the paper closely. "It is their handwriting... I don't know what to make of it." Aven's mind scrambles to find an answer. It's certainly possible they had connections to the military, but that still doesn't explain the response time.
For the first time in a long time, Aven was unsure of his course of action: was it wiser to ignore it, or follow the summons into a possible trap? No, but that didn't make sense for it to be a trap, if the military had the knowledge of him as a Mage, they would have tried to kill him here, where he's surrounded by soldiers, not by some convoluted scheme. It didn't add up...
"What should I do?" He wonders softly.
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Hakon furrows her brow thoughtfully before chiding softly," Write back, ensure it is truly your parents before agreeing to meet them- be patient and cautious, my love- you're surrounded by enemies," she murmurs nearly inaudibly, standing and stretching her back until it popped, groaning contently.
Aven nods, smiling, relief spreading over his face at the solution he had missed. "Yes, that would be best. I'll go take care of that in a moment, but right now, I have a question for you." He pauses, swallowing his nervousness and fortifying himself with nerves as steely as his plate. "Would you like to spend the evening out with me?"
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Offering a small, sly smile, she seems to automatically decide now was the best time to poke fun at him," Consorting with a superior officer? Is that not somewhat scandalous, recruit? Though I commend your heroism and all- I'm afraid..." she slyly smiles, lowering her voice to a low coo," I'll have to say absolutely," she tilts her head to one side, smiling faintly
Aven grins, an invisible celebration going on in his mind. "Wonderful! I'll meet you at six, outside the compound." He strides away confidently, as if the everything we're going for him. In fact, that's exactly how he felt. He glances back as he walks. "I need to go fetch myself a courier."
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" Oh they'll be around, watch out for that little man though- once he strikes up a conversation I doubt he'll stop for anything," she watches him wander off with a fond smile, tilting her head to one side- exhaling almost dreamily. Quickly snapping herself to attention, she trides off- what was she, a school girl?
The Sun sets and the Reajh begins to create its own light with a multitude of oil lamps and torches...
Hakon pulls the light cloak more tightly around her slender shoulders, stifling a yawn- knowing she surely should not have woken so early. She already missed nestling in his arms though hopefully it would be a repeated event.
Tilting her head upward, she watches the sun dip behind the rooftops with a small, tired smile.
Hakon hears the sound of light footsteps as Aven emerges from the entrance of the grounds, dressed to the 'T'. Had it not been for previous knowledge, one would assume he was off to a formal engagement, not a relaxing night on the town. "Sorry I'm late, I couldn't decide what to wear." A short half-cape drapes over his right shoulder, emblazoned with his house's symbol, accenting the silken jacket and matching pants, all black with silver trim. On his feet are polished, black leather dress shoes, with soles that clack ever so slightly as he walks.
Aven looks a bit self conscious about his attire. "What do you think?"
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" Splendid," she cooes immediately, beaming at him as he approaches. She bumps slightly into him, unable to make any pronounced gestures of her affection until they were truly off- noentheless, her eyes glittered with delight," Where are we going, my love?" Truthfully she now felt slight under dressed for whatever he had in store, but the cloak kept her apparent outfit mysterious- which maybe would add a little edge to it. Only the faintest caramel and white colors peaking out from beneath the black cloak.
Aven flushes slightly at the praise, grasping her hand and beginning to walk toward the city. "Well, first, we're off to dinner. I may not have eaten at many of the places in this city, but I know it like the back of my hand, and there's a small place near here that I've heard has the best filets in Reahj." As he walks, he looks off into the distance. "To be honest, there's a reason I asked you to this occasion: I may be head over heels, but in reality, I barely know anything specific about you. Not the foods you like, your taste in music, not even something as simple as your favorite color!" He turns his head to make eye contact, smiling warmly. "I want to know everything about you, not just your name and how skilled you are in combat."
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" You still have not seen me truly in my element," she reminds him with a soft snicker, gently swinging their hands between them as she chuckles softly," I don't believe you even know my past, remember? I quite expertly dodged your nonsense, if I remember correctly," she giggles softly.
She pauses, taking a moment to admire the glittering lights- and then admire him- again... It seemed each time she looked at him, she fell a little more in love.
Aven elevates his shoulders, raising his other hand in a gesture of 'exactly'. "All the more reason for us to talk about ourselves. I won't settle for loving just Major Kilandre, I want the opportunity to fall for Hakon Kilandre as well." The words rolled off his tongue as though it matched his hair and eyes, though such prowess could be attributed mostly to the fact he believed every word, heart and soul.
"So! I want to learn all about you tonight; anything you're willing to tell me, I'll listen. In exchange, I will tell you anything you want to know about me. Deal?"
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" I already have one question I can ask you," she chuckles softly," But very well-" hooking her arm with his, a small collection of thin bracelets jingled merrily on her slender wrists- tiny gems winking in the intricately weaved chains, no larger then threads.
Her gaze darkened and lightened as the moved down the streets, wispy blonde locks bouncing slightly with each step- as soft as feather down. Everything about her was feminine- everything... But there was a dangerous, predatory air about her, a tired look to her eyes that only came when one saw far too much atrocious action in the world and became numb to it. Predatory yet delicate, akin to a carnivorous exotic flower- how peotic," What would you like to know first?"
Aven ponders the question as he glides along, rolling him feet to keep prefect posture, most likely a result of his noble upbringing. "I think I'll start small: what is your favorite kind of food?"
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" Ah guilty pleasure," she chortles softly as she tilts her head down thoughtfully," Oysters, they have always been so... Wonderful tasting, but I've only had them once," she admits with a soft, almost nervous chuckle. She wasn't used to sharing anything of her own. There was really nothing truly of her own, so that which was 'her's was protected fiercely. She tilts her head toward him," What of you?"
Aven raises an eyebrow in surprise, chuckling. "Oysters? Never had them, myself, maybe I should try them some time." He doesn't miss a beat to answer her inquiry. "Steak: I enjoy every kind, but in particular, the flank is by far the tastiest. Marinated in red wine and herbs, cooked medium rare and served with a side of golden brown rolls." He swallows, his mouth watering at the thought of such a meal. Snapping back to reality, he brings them to turn at the next corner. "Alright, you choose the subject now."
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" Keep talking like that and we will have to find a place where that can be cooked immediately," she chuckles softly, squeezing his hand thoughtfully," What is your favorite..." she trails off thoughtfully before seeming to come up with a satisfactory idea," What is your favorite type of weather?"
Aven lets out a jovial laugh. "Where do you think I'm taking us?"
He mulls over the weather question. "Well, given that the sun is a bit of an occupational hazard, I'd say a warm, cloudy day: when the air carries the light scent of moisture, and the sun shines a light grey through the clouds. I find peace in such weather, a solace that nature, too, like all things, is every shade between. Now you!" He gently squeezes her arm, locked with his own.
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Closing her eyes as if to imagine that visual, she tilts her head back with a gentle sigh," That sounds lovely-" before pausing and chiding," That moment, right after a rainstorm passes, when everything is still cool and damp- everything shines with water and the world slowly begins to move again as the sun evaporates all," she opens her eyes with a pleasant slowness as she glances at him with a small smile," ask away,"
Aven taps his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe... any hobbies?" He takes a moment to see where they are, then leads her down an alley as a shortcut. Wherever they were going, it was certainly off the beaten path.
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" Hobbies?" She echoes as if the word was foreign, she actually seemed to struggle with this one, placing a hand on her chin thoughtfully,"... Singing, I suppose- the Hymns at church. I've rarely had the chance to as of late but- singing such words is always rather reassuring." She squeezed his hand," Maybe you should come with me sometime, pay respects to what ansgar has gifted you," she smiles faintly, seeming completely serious and hopeful.
Aven squeezes back, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. "You sing? I would love to hear that some time, perhaps I will join you on your next visit to the church." He looks ahead. "I also enjoy singing, as well as making music. My fingers were not blessed with the dexterity to play instruments, per say, but my ability does allow me to create sounds by vibrating dark matter." He muses, staring deep into her eyes. "Be careful with that singing, by the way: should your voice be half as beautiful as you, my heart may beat straight out my chest."
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Playfully she shuffles closer, pressing her hand flat against his chest," Don't do that, I'm not sure even you could substitute dark matter for a heart," pausing them both for a moment, she presses her lips lightly against his cheek," What... Is your favorite color?"
Aven pauses with her, accepting the contact happily. "Hazel, actually." He grins, scanning her reaction. "Surprised? You'd think it'd be silver or black, based on my clothes, but in fact, I enjoy the subtle calm of autumn, and the color hazel bring those memories to mind. You?"
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Smiling ever so faintly as her hand curls into his shirt, fingertips idly pressing against the fabric , she answers lightly," White, it's just an interesting color- either blinding or infinitely soothing, or both," she offers a small smile, tilting her head to one side as she carefully unclasps the small pendant that held the throat of her cloak closed. idly sliding it off to reveal the dark blue dress with soft white accents and patterns- it hugged her form well, though admittedly not wearing pants for the first time in what could only be years was somewhat unnerving- and relaxing. Carefully adjusting the bodice, she offers him another, now nervous smile," Your turn."
Aven's eyebrows raise slightly at her attire. "W-wow, you look stunning..." He rattles his head lightly. "The question, right. Um..." He looks away shyly. "Do you...like me better this way? With this body?"
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Pushing her hair over a shoulder, she arches an eyebrow at him, blushing ever so slightly at his praise before chirping softly," I could care less how much or little muscle you have-" she admits softly, offering a small smile," As long as you can lift a sword and don't have to rely on your own belly as a mattress," she teases gently, kissing his cheek with a soft giggle before pulling away to ponder her next question.
" What will you do once you meet your parents, Aven?"
Her query threw him for a loop. Honestly, he didn't know how they felt about him leaving so suddenly, without warning. It wouldn't be a surprise if they pulled strings to have him discharged from the military, especially considering he was their only child, heir to the family name. They certainly didn't approve of the war, he remembered as much from the various conversations they had back when he lived at home.
"I suppose I'd like to introduce you to them, first off. Assuming that was truly their letter, they seem eager enough to do so as it is, and if we..." He trails off, reddening. "...continue with this relationship, eventually..." He shies away from the sentence, ending there.
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Hakon pauses, her visage seeming to waiver slightly with worry before forcing another smile," I... Think we need to keep our relationship as quiet as we can, my love..." She starts slowly, biting her lip for a moment before closing her eyes," You're already known as a mage by Artorias Frostmane, it's only a matter of time until the whole city knows- or at least those who would hunt you. In that time... I won't be able to associate with you," she ducks her head, slender shoulders seeming to wither as she continues.
" I don't even know if... I can even choose my own lover unless they will become my husband." she admits," So... Perhaps it would be wise to simply, keep all of this quiet," this reasoning hurt her heart, pierced her very soul. But, alas, it was the logically thing to do. What else could she do?
Aven shakes his head. "Artorias is hunting a short, frail shadow Mage with long, black hair, who emits black particles from his body at all times. You don't think I'd reveal my actual identity to an enemy so carelessly, do you?"
He stops walking, turning to face her under the candlelight of the street, his hands placed lightly on her shoulders. "Hakon... I told you that I'd do anything to stay by your side, and I intend to keep that promise. I'll..." He looks down at the ground, brow furrowed, mustering the courage to push past the nervous barrier that stood in his way. "I couldn't stand to see you forced into a loveless marriage, even if it is for the sake of your house." He smiles nervously. "It's my turn to ask a question: are you happy with me?"
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Chewing on her bottom lip anxiously, she ducked her head, unable to look him in the eye before taking a step forward, hugging him tightly as she murmurs in his ear,"... Happier then I have ever been," her voice quavered slightly. It was the truth. She had been happy for a long time, but this was certainly the epidemy of that happiness. Hakon buried her face into his neck, taking a shuddering breath to regain her composure.
Aven runs his hand lightly along her hair, his expression losing it's skittishness, replaced by a firm, caring resolve. "I feel the same, Hakon. So..." He pulls her arms length away, a tender angle to his lips as he kneels down before her under the soft candlelight, producing something from his jacket pocket: a ring formed entirely of black diamond, glistening in the flickering light. "Will you make me the happiest man in the world, for the rest of our days?"
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Hakon froze for a moment, looking at the ring, then to him, then to the ring, back again. She clasped her hands over her chest- taking a deep breath- her thoughts were going a mile a minute. Several excruciatingly long seconds passed before she blurted the first answer that came to mind.
" Ye-yes." (Thank RNGesus)
biting her lip for a moment, she falls utterly silent, looking down at him with a teary smile
Aven stands up, his face brightening ecstatically, taking Hakon's hand and sliding the ring onto her finger. Pulling her close, he presses his lips against hers for a long, sensual embrace.
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Hakon hugs him tightly, returning the embrace heatedly and passionately. She was shaking slightly, clearly she was unsure about this but- she loved him... And thats all that matter, right?
When the kiss comes to a close, Aven slowly and reluctantly separates himself from her embrace. He was sure of it now: the gods had not abandoned him, after all. "I love you, Hakon. Nothing is ever going to change that." He grins. "Now, how about that dinner? Those flank steaks aren't going to eat themselves."
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Hakon beams, her lips quivering slightly," I love you too, Aven-" she murmurs, offering a tiny smile as she takes his hand,"- ye-yes. I almost forgot about that- let's hurry," she glances down at the ring settled on her finger, biting her lip before looking up again, motioning with a soft chuckle for him to lead on.
Aven brings her around the corner, and down another alleyway, until the duo reaches a wooden door in the side of a building. He glances over at Hakon. "It looks shabby, but wait till we get inside." He opens the door, leading her down a flight of stone steps, to arrive in a room fit for a noble banquet. Several waiters are zipping around the multitude of round tables lot by candelabras at all times, bussing tables and serving the various customers scattered around the area. It looks to be mostly couples.
One such waiter approaches them, recognizing Aven, bowing and motioning to a table in the corner.
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Immediately Hakon feels her blood rise suspiciously- grasping his hand tightly, she murmurs," Have you been many times before?" Seeming vahuely worried. She couldn't help thinking that the ring made her especially jumpy. She was worried about so many things at once.
Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to come out tonight, maybe she should have pursued that courier, maybe she should have looked at the wanted boards, maybe she should have said no- maybe, maybe, maybe-
Aven massages her shoulder, trying to ease the tension. "Hakon, I made a reservation earlier today. It's all right."
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" Oh-" she responds softly, biting her lip and looking down apologetically though her geip didn't cease in its intensity. She worried, she would continue to do so- had she made a horrible mistake?
Aven worried about Hakon as they went to take their seat. He pulls out the chair for her, sitting down in his own afterwards. His eyes wander to the ring, a bit of sadness present within them. "Hakon... you know you don't have to go through with it. I just want you to be happy: don't pull the blows for my sake. If you won't be happy with me as your husband, you can take the ring off as simply as I placed it there."
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Hakon looks up as they settle, listening with a small smile," Ah? No- I-I'm happy," she insists, pausing as she looks down at the ring. Indeed, she was, but... There was so much that could go wrong," I'm just afraid- for you- for us," she sighs quietly, looking up at him with the tiniest of smiles. Leaning forward, she stood slightly to press her lips softly against his forehead- she knew her words were too simple to express the depth of her honesty, so perhaps actions would.
Aven regains the gentle smile he usually wore, while his eyes light up once more. "Don't worry for me, I can muddle through nearly anything. The question now is, am I a high enough noble for your advisors to accept without some squabbling?" The corner of his mouth curls teasingly. "Knowing such creatures, I'm guessing they slated you to pick up a duke or something comparable with your looks and wiles."
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" If they weren't so incompetent, I'm positive those old coots would have made a widower of the Grand Duke himself and slipped me into his line of sight," she chuckles drly, settling back down, crossing her legs beneath the flowing skirt as she rested her back against the gently curving back of the chair," Well- my house is impoverished, so... I do not know where yours stands, in truth,"
Aven relaxes as well, letting his legs find a comparable position on the chair. "The Alveron house deals primarily in agriculture, and though we are by no means the wealthiest of houses, it would not be a stretch to say we are well off." He raises an eyebrow. "Are you not the sole breeders of the Theocog? I would think that such a powerful steed would be highly sought after."
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She nods gently, pausing as she looks somewhat puzzled," Yes but... Due to their rarity, and their inability to breed particularly well, we have to make the prices somewhat atrocious- and we do what we can to keep Theocog from gaining too much attention, alas- that is changing rapidly. My advisers have warned that the attempts to kidnap our breeding pairs has spiked considerably as a result." she folds her hands together, offering him a tiny smile,"... But thats alright, they can take of themselves quite well."
Aven laughs. "I'll say: in Matron's Hallow, I could've sworn Purgatorio was going to squish me like a bug!" He rests his arms on the table. "Still, I can see how kidnapping would become an issue. Partner that size and power with their intelligence, and you have a recipe for a very deadly mount in the correct, or the wrong, hands."
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Nodding gently, she chuckles," I raised him myself from a little foal- if you had done... Anything particularly foolish, I'm sure he would have- Theocog can become as intelligent as most toddlers, so it's important for them to imprint upon a rider earlier in life rather then later." she pauses, her finger idly swiping over the ring as she chuckles," You know, once this war ends, my family will likely go completely bankrupt. We thrive on death, but my advisers would not let us bow low enough to be mercenaries, so once the Theocog become little more then novelty and Ansgar's Hand zealots of the Church... There will be little left of Kilandre,"
she looks up with a slight smile," It's funny, hm? I must be married before the war ends, but I must survive it as well." she pauses," I'm glad that I am going to marry you,"
Aven flushes, the sentence hitting him harder than he expected. "I-I am, too." His mind wanders to his family. "I suppose we have a more pressing reason for you to accompany me to the Alveron's estate now, don't we?"
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Hakon offers him a loving smile, reaching out to grasp his hand atop the table," I suppose we do, I'm just... Nervous to announce this all so quickly,"
Aven nods in agreement. "There's certainly no need to rush things. Don't worry about my parents, they aren't particularly nosy, I'm sure they won't blow the news up. If I know them, they'll just shower you with thanks and adoration..." He chuckles in spite of himself. "I've never been very comfortable around women, and being the only heir to the family name, they had the same worry as your advisors: though, their's was a bit more focused on 'Me never finding a good wife to settle down, because I'm too much of a bookworm'." He holds a finger up as he recites that last bit, indicating it as a direct quote.
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She chuckles softly, squeezing his hand gently," Well, I am unlike most women, aren't I?" she teases lovingly, leaning forward," I've always wondered... Neither you nor I have seen one another in our... True elements, you know? You have never seen me truly in battle, I have never seen you truly at study... We're still strangers, aren't we?"
Aven entertains the thought. "Well, to be frank, were I to be truly at study, I would be alone in some secluded room doing nearly mindless repetitions of the same experiment, changing one variable each time. It isn't the most exciting thing to watch, as you might imagine." He chortles at the stray thought of the viewership of a contest between two researchers. Even he would shy away from such a boring event. He makes eye contact with a renewed vigor. "But I can only imagine your motions on the battlefield as majestic, especially while charging in on Purgatorio: an inspiring sight, to be sure."
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" Perhaps inspiring if you are riding alongside me, but if you are within the path of him-" she chuckles softly, shaking her head," Having been in that path before, I can tell you it's terrifying beyond all words, she gently reaches out to brush his lips with a fingertip,"... I'm sorry- every now and then, I'm just... Stunned."
Aven raises an eyebrow at the statements, particularly the last, returning her touch with a light poke to the cheek, bearing a playful grin. "Why's that?"
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" You're just-" she stops and flushes bright red, quickly dropping her hand and looking down, smiling faintly,"... Really handsome," she mutters, coughing and clearing her throat. She takes a steadying breath before shaking her head with a soft laugh," And I just... Can't believe we're together, lovers- you know? It's like a dream, as cheesy as that may sound."
Aven grasps her hand tenderly, a bit red from the compliment himself, staring deep into her eyes. "You stole the words right from my mouth, just like you did my heart. If it is a dream, then excuse me while I sleep the rest of my life away."
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She ducks her head in silence, trying to stifle a smile though it curls her lips pleasantly, looking up at him again she giggles once. Her stomach suddenly rumbles, causing her to blush even more profusely,"... Ah- I'm sorry,"
Aven's gaze breaks as his eyes close in a moment breaking fit of laughter. "No, no, it's alright. I'm hungry, too: that's why we're here, is it not?" He motions to a waiter, who, after freeing himself of the glasses he was carrying, approaches the table. Aven glances at Hakon with a smile. "We'll have two flank steaks, and two glasses of Marquis Divone, if you would."
The waiter bows. "Right away, sir."
Aven turns back to Hakon. "Marquis Divone is the wine used in the marinade for the steak, so it pairs excellently."
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Hakon pauses for a moment, tilting her head with a humorous smile," Are you sure you and I will be able to hold our heads if we're drunk? How will we train?" she breathes, giggling softly- bowing her head for a moment before looking up at him.
" Aven- what have you seen?"
Aven cocks an eyebrow quizzically. "Drunk off one glass of wine? Don't be absurd, I drink pints of Matron's Brew to relax!" His smile fades slightly at the sudden turn in conversation. "What have I seen? That's quite a cryptic question to ask."
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" I'm feeling rather cryptic," she chortles softly, shaking her head with a quiet giggle before resting her chin upon her hands, gazing at him thoughtfully,"... I suppose I've always wondered if those with-... Abilities see the world differently, if they see past the Glamour more easily."
Aven nods thoughtfully, glancing around indicatively. "I wonder that, too... it seems these walls have eyes and ears, though, so I hesitate to admit an interest in such things." He raises his eyebrows to signal to her it was not the place to talk of matters regarding 'abilities'. "I can tell you what I do see, though," he locks his eyes with hers. "I see a bright future, one filled with both happiness and love, with a side of duty and Justice." He glances behind her with an eager grin, as the tantalizing smell of perfectly cooked beef fills their noses. "I also see a set of delicious beef flanks, with a side of crescent rolls, steamed corn, and Marquis Divone."
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Wuickly casting her gaze aside in a subtle apology, she offers a tiny smile," Ah- that seems like a wonderful divination," she teases gently, sighing contently- still- she would ask another timd. She felt so oddly... Relaxed, and there was no way magic was involved so it was even more astounding
The waiter arrives with their food, steaming hot and dressed exquisitely with cut parsley leaves on the edges of each plate next to the rolls and perfectly bronzed meat. The plates are set before each of them, along with a glass of a dark red wine, wafting a light aroma around the table like a bubble of taste-bud tantalizing magic. Aven certainly seems entranced by the meal, evident by his attention being drawn away from his love for the first time that night. His gaze returns for just a moment to gauge her reaction, as the waiter bows, leaving the two alone once more without a word. "What do you think?"
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As they delivered choice slices of meat, she rested a hand over her mouth in shock and awe. Her eyes widening slightly as she murmurs," If primal magic could be applied to food- this... This would be it," she chuckles humorously, watching him with a playful smile. So she would have to compete with another piece of meat? Ah- ironic- but very well
Aven chuckles, cutting into the flank without hesitation. "I was half expecting it to be bland with your aura present, but I suppose you don't need special abilities to be magician in the kitchen." He digs in, a look of bliss dawning over his face, topped only by the previous night when they had shared a bed. The thought brung a new prospect to Aven's mind that took him by surprise: If we're going to be married, won't I need to... His face becomes a bright shade of red, almost as bright as the precisely cooked rarity of the meat he'd cut into.
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Noting the sudden change in hue of his face, she pauses before placing a small morsel into her mouth," Aven? Is it spicy or are you simply enjoying it far too much?" She teases gently, tilting her head to one side before popping the sliced cube into her mouth, making a small sound of delight.
Aven shakes his head, his mind still jumbled. "No, no, it's not like that, I was just thinking how relieved I am that you'll be by my side to help me fall asleep." He gives her a tender smile, his utensils resting temporarily in his plate. "I don't think I could look at sleep the same after last night, much less do so comfortably on my own."
After the moment passes, he takes a bite of the golden brown roll, and begins to cut into his steak with gusto once more, trying to dispel the embarrassing thought from his mind.
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Hakon tilts her head, obviously able to see he was avoiding the question, focusing upon the succulent dish once more- as they ate in relative silence, her own mind began to wander. What did fiances do? The same as lovers or simply lovers with more commitment? Was there- more? There was definitely intimacy between a husband and wife but... Wouldn't God frown upon that if such was experimented before being wed?
Aven devours the flank within minutes, as well as the roll, and finally begins to work on the peppered corn. Indeed, he was avoiding the question, because in reality, Aven was unsure what being engaged actually meant other than that the two partners were to be married at a future date. Even thinking about the prospect of intimacy was embarrassing, though he couldn't deny the shard of his heart that was jittery at the idea. He looked up at Hakon as he scooped up another forkful of corn. She told me her chastity was the last thing she had that was truly hers. I don't want to take that from her... should I say something, let her know that she doesn't need to feel pressured to bear a child? Even if he knew what to say for such a matter, he didn't have enough information to go on about engagement: perhaps it was normal for engage couples to be intimate, perhaps not. He shoveled the corn into his maw, trying to buying himself a bit more time.
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Finishing the meal several excruciatingly long minutes after him, she rests the knife and fork upon the platter in an 'X' taking slow sips of the wine- just trying to savor each bite as much as possible before looking up at him again,"... This is- odd, but... So we're essentially lovers with a set commitment?" she inquires, chuckling faintly
Aven releases an audible sigh of relief at the question. "So you were thinking about it, too. I don't actually know too much about noble customs, but I think that's right. The ring is a promise from me to you, that I will marry you in the near future." His eyes soften. "A promise I couldn't be happier about keeping."
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" Then I should give you a ring in turn, so... I can return that promise," she smiles faintly, tilting her head to one side as the platinum blonde and willowy locks fall over one shoulder. Taking a deep breath she sighs softly," I am... Really glad I can marry you-"
Grasping her hand over the table, he stands up and plants a kiss on her forehead. "Come on, the night isn't over yet, there's one more thing I have planned."
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She arches a curious eyebrow and stands with him, moving around the table to press her lips tenderly against his cheek- wondering if perhaps there was something more that could be done to express her affection for him," Oh? Where to?"
He twines his fingers through hers, leading her up the stairs. "My favorite spot in the city." He leaves it at that, retaining the element of surprise.
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" Oh?" she tilts her head, following close behind him, having to grasp her skirt in a fist, drawing it just above her feet to keep from tripping. She watches him, the back of his head, the slow bob of his shoulders- was this puppy love? she sure hoped not-
Across streets, down numerous alleyways, and over bridges, Aven leads Hakon with no hesitation, like he's done the trek every day of his life. They arrive behind a tall building bearing a steeple, the harsh smell of the alley permeating the air around them. It was hardly a sight to behold, that was certain, but Aven was giddy nonetheless. He turns around excitedly. "Now, I need you to close your eyes, and keep them closed until I say to open them."
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She gazes up at the structure curiously, was it a church? But she obeys after a moment closing her eyes, hugging his arm," This better not be an ambush-" she jokes... partially.
Hakon will feel his arms wrap around her in tight embrace, and have the sudden feeling of being airborne, moving as fast as if she were galloping into battle on Purgatorio. The lifting feeling subsides almost as quickly as it began, and she feels herself set down in the sitting position, an odd sense of elevation present alongside Aven's left hand clasped in her right. "Alright," Aven's voice echoes in her ears. "Now."
When her eyes open, she'll be greeted with an overlook of the totality of Reahj, candlelight glimmering around the city like gems set among the sea of buildings. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
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Her stomach dropped with unease as she felt the ground disappear from beneath her feet, holding onto him more tightly before slowly relaxing as she settled down, opening one eye to examine the scene before them, her shoulders stiff- she felt utterly wired... But that came from being a soldier for many, many years.
Alas, she gasped in delight, placing a hand over her mouth.
Aven smiles brightly at her reaction, looking out over the city fondly. "I come here as often as I can, some weeks every night. I thought I'd share this with you, something else we can have that only you and I know about."
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Hakon smiles faintly, leaning slightly against him as she murmurs," it's beautiful- thank you for... Sharing this with me,"
Aven tilts his head to rest on hers. "Don't be silly, you don't need to thank me, Hakon. Everything I have belongs to you, not just my heart."
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Shaking her head gently, she rests her cheek upon his shoulder looking at him," But of course I must thank you, you're the only person who... Has cared so much," she murmurs thoughtfully, closing her eyes as she nestled close to his side.
Aven closes his eyes, relishing the contact. "Then your welcome, and I'll never stop caring; I love you, Hakon."
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" I love you too- my dearest Aven," she murmurs quietly, resting one hand upon his cheek before turning his face slightly to kiss him heatedly, lovingly...
Aven returns the kiss just as tenderly, and they stay locked in the throes of each other's embrace for what seems to be ages, in front of the church steeple, directly above the altar they would stand at some day soon.
One week later...
Trees saunter by the four on the road to the Alveron family estate. Aven rides comfortably in his armor on a pure black Destrier, its long mane billowing under the heavy silver mount armor as the wind rolls by. The Destrier trots along silently, though it occasionally shoots Hakon a dirty look.
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Hakon couldn't help but return the look with a triumphant smirk of her own, it was just too perfect. Purgatorio still seemed vaguely confused after encountering Beatrice's form for the first time- perhaps too interested as occasionally his nose would poke in- ahem- areas best left toward loving mates. Alas, her loped along easily, head bobbing slightly beneath the heavy armor.
Hakon glanced toward Aven, offering a tiny smile.
Beatrice kept her distance from Purgatorio, a cushion of space between her the the overly nosy steed. Aven sighs. "Tricey, you know he didn't mean anything by it. For one thing, Hakon told me that Theocog don't mate with other species."
Beatrice tossed her mane with a huff. "That vicious brute placed his vulgar snout on my most private of places, STRICTLY against my wishes. Were I not merciful, I would have gored him on a ballista for such a grave offense!"
Aven shakes his head, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "He's still bigger than you, you know." He glances ahead, then at Hakon, the grin now evident on his face. "We're almost there, it's just over this hill."
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Hakon chuckles softly, resting a hand upon Purgatorio's armored withers, chuckling quietly," Ah, he's just being friendly. It's the first time in a long time he's seen such an attractive mare. You would drive an stallion crazy, Beatrice, you magnificent beauty," chuckling softly- humorous sarcasm oozing from each word.
Purgatorio sneezed once, seeming vaguely aware they were spraking of him but not caring much other yhen the occasional flicker of a folded ear.
Beatrice huffs again. "You would know all about that, would you not, hussy?"
Aven pulls the reigns forcefully. "None of that, Beatrice. You're speaking to my fiancé, remember."
Beatrice goes silent, still perturbed, as they round the hill, catching sight of a manor, surrounded on all sides by acres of farmland. Aven's eyes reflect a subtle nostalgia. "This is it... the Alveron family residence."
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She smirks faintly, glancing about the scene as she pulled Purgatorio to a brief halt, the massive charger arching his neck proudly as if to say 'and now its mine'. Or probably just showing off for Beatrice. Hakon gazes at the manor warily but offers a tiny smile," It's beautiful."
Aven smiles. "Yes, it certainly is... I wonder if Veraeus is still working for the family?" Beatrice ignores Purgatorio, trotting forward toward the small village.
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" Veraeus?" She inquires softly, tilting her head as they descended the ridge toward the country hamlet. Hakon glanced over the land curiously, carefully- her advisers would have had her try and guess how much wealth moved through it but she could... Care less- she was just happy to be out of the city, out of duty's way- at least for now. She idly pressed her fingertips to the ring upon her finger. She had a surprise for him in turn, but she would wait until the right moment.
Aven smiles wide. "He's one of my best friends from my childhood. Used to be a slave, but he worked it off, and he worked for pay when I last saw him."
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Hakon smiles faintly, tilting her head to one side," What would he think of you, as you are now?" she asks gently- tilting her head to one side.
A shrug answers that question. "He was one of the few who was aware of my magic, and he didn't judge me for it. I suppose I'll get an earful for leaving without saying goodbye, though, that's one thing I did regret."
They reach the village after a short while, and as they plod along, excited looks and whispered awe resounds from the people going about their business. All in all, the little town is surprisingly well maintained and clean for a lower class dwelling, perhaps hinting at the generosity the Alverons display toward those who serve them. A few children point in wonder at the steel clad figures passing by, and Aven turns to wave, causing a small surge of excitement. He turns back to Hakon. "I have to say, I missed this place a lot. It's so different in feel from Reahj or Uthlyn, it lacks that sinister air you find in big cities."
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" I suppose that means it is much less dangerous as well, yes?" she inquires gently, her body swaying slightly with Purgatorio's steps, waving occasionally- though not often, still she felt wary...
" I'm sure he will be happy to see you, my love,"
Aven stares forward in thought. "I hope so..."
The manor approaches them quickly enough, and on the front steps stand three figures: the first, a large, imposing grey haired gentleman with a short full beard and flowing hair reaching to his shoulders, dressed very similar to Aven's attire the night he had proposed. By his side, a very tall, slender woman with pure white hair, two locks on her bangs draping in front of her ears and down onto her shoulders, and the rest in a long braid. The third, of course, is a young woman dressed in a servants attire, most likely a maid.
The man has his arms crossed, a staunch presence of pride and honor emanating from him as he watches their approach silently, a stoic expression pasted over his hardened features. The woman, however, bears a gentle smile, very reminiscent of Aven's own.
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Hakon seems focused upon the man, fearlessly locking eyes with the man, her face a stony mask. Though she was now almost certain these were his parents, it did not in the least dampen her paranoia- maybe the war had sanded her nerves so raw that no where was now safe, even in the obvious places one could find comfort, she would find none but in the arms of her lover.
The man locks eyes with her as well, sizing her up. He seems to take in every detail of her physique, gauging its limits and capabilities, the gaze of one who seen many battles. Beatrice comes to a halt, and Aven dismounts, removing his helm and hanging it on Beatrice's saddle, briefly ruffling his short silver locks. In a split second, the man's hardened visage cracks to reveal an expression of delight, and he hastily descends the steps to meet them, a big toothy grin on his face. "Aven, welcome back!" The man's voice is gruff, but the tone of a proud father carries within it. They embrace, during which the man looks to measure Aven's physique in surprise, gripping his shoulders and holding him at arm's length directly after. "You've bulked up tremendously! What have you been doing the past few years, it's as if you'd been pumping iron this whole time!"
Aven laughs. "It's good to be back, father." He gestures to Hakon. "I've done more than that, I've been sparring with Major Kilandre. Haven't won a single time yet, I'm afraid."
Aven's father's attention shifts to Hakon. "So this is Major Hakon Kilandre..." The man bows low, deep emotion evident in his voice. "Thank you for finding my son for me, Major Kilandre."
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vaguely surprised by the tenderness the man seemed to carry despite his outward appearance suggesting otherwise, she carefully dismounts, resting her helm under her arm, offering a quick salute followed by a gentle nod," of course, sir- It was really an accident," she admits with a soft chuckle.
The man straightens, the big grin still tugging at his cheeks, while the woman descends the stairs. "Nonetheless, you've earned the Alveron family's undying gratitude." The woman joins him, still bearing her gentle smile. "Allow me to introduce, I am Lord Melvic Alveron, and this is my wife, Lady Alyssa Alveron. It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Lady Hakon Kilandre."
Aven shuffles in place, wondering when a good time to tell them about the engagement would be. Dinner? Maybe, he supposed that would make sense.
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Placing the helm upon Purgatorio's saddle horn, she approaches- standing beside Aven as she folds her hands behind her back, bowing her head slightly," It's a pleasure, my Lord, my Lady- Your son has... Become very dear to me in time- I hope the same can be found from you all," she chides gently,glancing briefly at Aven, as if reflecting his thoughts
Lord Melvic's chest barrels with laughter. "Is that right? Well, I hope the same! Come, you must be weary from your journey, we've prepared a modest feast in celebration of our son's return!"
Lady Alyssa looks at Hakon, speaking in a soft, light voice. "Will you be joining us? We would love to have you."
Aven smiles in return, obviously happy to be reunited with his family.
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Hakon nods gently, tilting her head with a soft smile," Perhaps, if that is quite alright with you?" She chuckles softly, she stands closer to Aven, she worried about Aven- was this just... Wise? Ah- everything made her hackles raise, maybe this was all a mistake. Everything was so much simpler on the front...
Aven nods with a matching smile. "Of course, it would be a honor to host for the head of the Kilandre household."
Lord Melvic claps his hands enthusiastically. "It's settled! We'll have your steeds housed in our stables out back, come in!"
He takes Lady Alyssa by the arm, walking back up the steps to the door being held open by the maid.
Aven winks at Hakon, as two men approach to lead Purgatorio and Beatrice to the stables. Aven whispers. "I told you, my parents good people."
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" I believe you- my love- I'm just... Uneasy," she admits softly, sighing deeply as she forces a smile," I'm... I'm sorry- don't mind me, please-" she leans forward to kiss his cheek sparingly after the men turn away. Maybe the war, the fights, every death haunted her more then she could possibly have imagined?
Aven's expression takes on concern. "Hakon, it's my job to mind you, remember? Please, tell me what's bothering you, I can help."
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She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before whispering," I feel like this is the perfect place for an ambush-" briefly hugging herself, she looks down,"... Everywhere is- what if someone knows about you?"
Aven places a reassuring hand on her shoulder with a near copy of his mother's gentle smile. "Come now, what could anyone possibly accomplish ambushing us? Magic is out of the question with your aura, and should they attack me alone, well..." He raises an eyebrow. "You remember the mountain spirit. I'll be just fine. Besides, my father is an expert spearman and seasoned veteran, an attack would accomplish little, even if it were to happen." He begins to ascend the steps. "Come on, let's not keep then waiting."
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Though his words and touch helped her relax, it did little to quell the constant shudder of her nerves. Following him closely, she began to debate heavily whether or not to request immediate transfer back into a warzone. God- she would do anything to return to that exhausting mantra. Nonetheless, Hakon smiles faintly and returns his side as they entered the manor, forcing herself to appreciate the beauty
Aven leads her into the manor, the interior of which stood pristine, almost sparkling: the twin staircases arc away from each other leading to the second floor, paved with a deep purple rug. Busts of previous Alverons line the walls as the maid ushers them toward the dining room. Aven gives Hakon a reassuring smile as they go, one that says, 'Everything will be alright'. The smell of many different cuisines grace the air, intermingling and wafting from what could be assumed to be the kitchen.
Aven gestures her to follow him up the left staircase. "We should get changed out of this armor, don't you think?"
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Hakon nods and murmurs her agreement, offering him a small humorous half-smile," I'm afraid I only have simple robes other then my armor- unless you'd like me to strut about stark naked?" She teases gently, winking.
Aven adopts a bemused look, scratching his head. "Well, I know one man who wouldn't mind, my father is bit of a... Yeah, let's not do that. I'll whip you something up when we get to the room." He leads her up the steps, and along a long window lined hallway, to the fifth set of mahogany doors, opening the doors to reveal an enormous mess of papers, volumes, notes, flasks, quills and ink, scattered all over. It has certainly been cleaned and dusted, but pages were still strewn everywhere. Aven lets out a deep sigh. "That's just like them, to keep the room clean but still make me take care of my own mess." He motions for her to follow, stepping gingerly around very important looking notes written in near calligraphic handwriting.
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Hakon pauses a moment in the doorway, her eyes flickering about the room in pleasant surprise. She had never been much of a scholar, the sword was her calling- but that didnnot mean she did not admire and appreciate beautiful handwriting and wording when she saw it. Offering a small smile, she does her best to creep after him, steppinf carefully around precarious piles of papers," Never got around to doing it yourself?" She inquires with a soft laugh
Aven shakes his head, laughing. "I don't see why I need to, everything's perfectly categorized! Over there is my research on light particles and their interaction with darkness, next to it is the notes on light levels and its effect on shadow magic, right here is my study on transmutation and any possible link to shadow animation," He tiptoes around the transmutation research, " Complete failure, by the way, light particles are untransmutable because of their unique structure as a wave." He reaches the closet, pulling out a white and gold silken suit, then makes his way back over to the transmutation notes, sifting through them until he finds one with a transmutation circle transcribed on it. "Ah, here it is: close the door, will you? Oh, but stay over there for now, i can't do anything if this in your aura."
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Hakon obeys quietly, pressing her back against the door as she watches him, folding her hands against the small of her back," Aven- don't do anything that could harm you, please?" she chides gently, tilting her head to one side, willowy locks swinging over a pauldron.
Aven waves the notion away. "I've done plenty of transmutation, I just can't do complex circles with having them in front of me." He kneels down on the other side of the room next to a desk piled high with more research materials, and puts his hand on the ground, forming a complex circle exactly identical to the one on the paper, placing the clothes on top, then pushes down, a small burst of light emanating from the circle as the suit transforms into a lovely, white silken dress, ruffled with beautiful gold silk lace along the bottom half. He rubs his eyes after the bright light, losing track of where the dress was and pushing around a few papers before grasping it, standing up once more and tiptoes his way back over to her with the dress. "There, how's this? You can change in the bathroom next door to the right, I'll get dressed in here."
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She stares at the dress for a moment in awe, placing a hand delicately over her lips,"... Why do you always spoil me?" she breathes with a small smile and deep blush. Being feminine- it was always a struggle to put herself back into the mindset of being a relaxed, careless lass- a dress seemed to be the epidemy of that with all its symbolism. Stepping forward, she wraps him up in a loving embrace, pressing her lips lightly against his," You always spoil me-" she murmurs warmly
Aven pushes back, prolonging the kiss for a few moments longer. He drapes the dress over her shoulder with a tender smile, running his other hand along her wispy locks. "Because no one else will: they see you only as Major Kilandre. It's a cruel world out there, might as well lessen a bit of the burden for these moments, right?" He blushes slightly. "Also, you look so beautiful in a dress..."
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Her lips tingle slightly- a profuse dying her visage a rosy red, she pauses- each movement slighty hesitant as she reached out to brush his cheek. Hakon murmurs a soft protest at his praise before leaning forward once more to peck the tip of his nose, chiding gently," Thank you- my love- I'm sure you would too-" trying to diffuse her bashfullness with a joke. Carefully pulling away, she slipped out the door before he could answer, closing it behind her once more.
Aven is faced with a serious dilemma: was it worth it to arrive downstairs in an even fancier dress as a reply to the quip, or should he just take the loss? Certainly, his parents didn't raise a quitter, and relationships are all about power moves, but that particular move would probably be a little excessive. Not to mention he'd already seen his father pull that stunt, it was unoriginal at this point.
Aven decides against it, shedding his armor and letting it rest on the bed, changing into a white and silver version of the outfit he's worn previously on their night out, which he pulled from his closet. Unfortunately, it was very tight on his alternate form, so he used some fabric from a similarly colored vestige to make it bigger, temporarily blinding himself once more. "Ugh, this is why I don't like transmutation."
After, he made his way down to the dining room, waiting at the bottom of he stairs so that the two of them could enter together.
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Hakon appeared near the top of the stairs mere moments after him- the dress nicely hugging her form- perhaps too nicely. Alas, the ivory and gold fabric seemed to merely accentuate the femininity that was so often hidden under enormous plates of armor; dipping with the curves and idly rounding out the- ahem... It was a nice piece of fabric on the young woman to say the least.
Blushing profusely, she tried to adjust the bodice of the gown a last time before giving up, simply having to work with the amount of skin that was more then she usually felt comfortable sharing- especially with her future husband's parents- alas... Alas.
" Aven- how did you get dressed so quickly?" she asks softly with a quiet chuckle as she makes her way down the steps, carefully ensuring the skirt did not waft too far up.
Aven is starstruck in the moment, his face a gentle 'o', watching in awe as she descends gracefully down the steps like an angel descending from the heavens. Color reaches his cheeks, but not of embarrassment: he was enthralled at the sight, and barely managed to answer her question. "I-I suppose I've just had a lot of practice."
For a moment, he thought he must be dreaming, there was no way he was betrothed to as beautiful a creature as that which approached him. As reality set back in, he smiles wide, gesturing to the dining room. "You're absolutely stunning, my love. Shall we?"
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Taking his hand briefly, she rolls her eyes gently," Ah- clever boy," she teases, giggling quietly- pressing her fingertip against his nose," it's a bit uh- tight- but yes, lets, I'm starving," she giggles quietly
Aven chuckles. "Sorry about the size, I kind of had to guess." He motions for her to follow, and assumes a very proper noble posture, moving in shorter, more calculated steps while rolling his feet to make little to no sound, despite the hard soles of the white polished dress shoes he wore. He rounds the corner and immediately greets his parents, who are seated at a large table, filled with extravagant cuisines such as pheasant, wild boar, and yes, steaks. All manner of vegatables and several kinds of rolls are also scattered around the feast. "I apologize for the wait, Father, Mother, I felt it proper to change from our battle wear for such an occasion."
Lord Melvic waves the apology aside. "Do no fret over such trifles, we have not waited long at all! Where is Lady Kilandre, may I ask?"
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Gently murmuring sweet nothings to him as she waves off his apology, Hakon trails after him, briefly marvelling at the vast array of goods before stepping into the room," Here, my Lord- apologies, simply admiring your beautiful home," she chides lightly, moving slowly toward a place setting, allowing her gaze to flicker over the ornate decorations.
Lord Melvic's eyes immediately train on Hakon's bust, before he is promptly smacked on the head with a fan by Lady Alyssa. Her expression is still a smile, but a serious, deadly intent radiates from her. "Dear, what have I told you about that little habit of yours, hm?" In an instant, the murderous aura vanishes, and her gentle smile resumes. "You look lovely, dear. The Kilandre's must have quite the tailor."
Lord Melvic gathers himself, coughing. "Yes, thank you, Lady Kilandre, we are honored to host you tonight. Please, eat to your heart's content!" He glances at Aven. "I would ask the same of you, son, but you've already grown so big, I think I'd like some time to catch up!" His chest barrels with laughter, to which Aven joins him, after shooting Hakon a glance saying, 'I told you he was a bit risqué...'
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Resisting the urge to quickly slap her arm over her chest and beat a hasty retreat back into her turtle shell of armor- she flushes a bright red, quickly sitting down and murmuring her gratitude, she seems to focused upon the plate before her- which suddenly became the object of intense curiosity as she listens in stiff silencd
Aven settles down, noticing Hakon's expression. He turn to Lord Melvic. "Father, I believe you've embarrassed our guest with your..." He makes a careful glance to Lady Alyssa, "...habit."
Lord Melvic turns to see Hakon's expression, and he immediately feels terrible. "Please, forgive my blatant lack of decorum, Lady Kilandre, I was out of line." He stands abruptly and bows to her in apology and, in his endeavor not to look at her endowment, notices the ring on her finger. He straightens, sitting down with an intrigued smile. "What impressive workmanship! Hm... I don't recall hearing of a noble wedding as of late, are you engaged?"
Aven curses his oversight: he should have asked Hakon to keep the ring on a different finger for the dinner, not much escaped his father's keen eye...especially when it came to women.
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" Oh uh-" she glances quickly at Aven, knowing if she screwed this up they would be a bit... uh... forced into an awkward position," I an engaged, yes- the wedding is uncertain to happen any time particularly soon though." She admits carefully, lifting her hand so the ring caught the light, shining and flickering faintly
Lady Alyssa puts a hand on her cheek with a light gasp, her eyes sparkling. "It's beautiful! Congratulations, Lady Hakon, dear."
Lord Melvic glances at his wife, a small sigh escaping. He knew that look: she would expect him to find that jeweler to get a similar piece made. "That is marvelous, congratulations. Tell me, does this mean that you will be retiring from the military?" He begins to load his plate with food, but the atmosphere is strangely rigid, as if the conversation were a chess board, and Lord Melvic had just made an aggressive move with his bishop. Aven glances at Hakon, hoping that she was as versed in verbal combat as she was with her sword and shield.
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Alas, Aven's hopes would be vastly misplaced. She could fight Gods with a sword and shield without breaking stride, but when it came to politics, it was akin to watching a buffalo attempt to keep its head up as it slowly sunk into a tar pit. Hakon slowly lowers her hand, taking the queue to begin to carefully take food of her own," No, sir- the Military is my life, and until I put... A life that is not my own in danger- I will not ever stop my service to the Kingdom." She looks up with a small smile and gentle shrug. In truth, she had never thought much of that question, but the answer was quite simple- she would not thrive anywhere but in war it felt-
Aven and Lady Alyssa also begins to load their plates, Aven's mostly with steak and lobster. Lord Melvic nods slowly, and he finishes chewing a bite of pheasant. "Very honorable, indeed. I'd hoped that Aven would be as proactive as you've been with finding a partner, but according to him, there is always something wrong with the girl," He takes another bite of meat, quickly chewing and swallowing to continue on his rant, "'She's too short', 'she's too dainty', 'she's too naggy', 'her research on magical extraction is baseless and contrived'." He makes generous use of air quotes in his speech.
Aven, though fully aware of the irony of the rant, becomes defensive. "All four of those reasons were directed at Valerie, and we both know that I was right. She published that theorem with little to no evidence or proof, let alone testing! It was a ploy for funding and publicity, an absolute disgrace to scholars everywhere!"
Lord Melvic waves a hand. "Fine, fine, you're allowed your opinions, Son, but you will be twenty four this year, it's something to consider. Regardless, I'll only be around to head this family for so long, a bride is essential to carrying on our family line, you understand that." He glances back to Hakon. "Duty is not an excuse, even your superior officer, a Major, has found a husband."
The look on Aven's face is slightly embarrassed, but mostly annoyed at the extreme irony present in the whole conversation.
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Hakon made sure to quickly stuff her face to ensure she would not be forced to speak before her time- allowing them to wait while she chewed before answering carefully," I... Hope that marriage should be out of love first and duty second- both are essentially to... Lineage and happiness-" she pauses before continuing,"- I would rather die then give myself fully to one who doesn't love me as much as I love them, yes?" She offers a weak smile, continuing to eat quietly
Lady Alyssa speaks before Lord Melvic can. "I don't believe you have any room to talk about such things, dear. If I remember correctly, I to proposed to you, you were twenty-eight at the time."
Lord Melvic takes a rueful bite of his roll, effectively silenced by his wife. In a manner of speaking, it was no large task to see who actually ran the household.
Aven laughs at the timely comment from his mother, looking at Hakon with questioning eyes. Would now be the time?
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Hakon immediately shakes her head, no- no- please not yet- it felt far too soon. She nibbled faintly upon a cooked radish before placing her fork down, her hand shaking slightly. Quickly shoving her hands in her lap, she offered a forced but well performed smile to the lovely couple," How did that work, may I ask?" she inquires politely
Aven takes the hint, and stuffs a cube of steak in his maw. Lord Melvic takes the first word this time, painting the picture. "We were at a beach, with the sunset just ending, and she leaned over to me with a conch shell she'd presumably just found. When I put my ear to it to hear the ocean as she suggested, the ring fell against my ear, to which she clarified, 'the ocean of her love'." He adopts a slightly smug look, crossing his arms. "I had to ponder the subject over a night's rest-"
"-He said yes immediately." Lady Alyssa corrects him between sips of wine.
"-I said yes immediately..." Lord Melvic is crestfallen.
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Hakon chuckles despite herself, tilting her head gently," Sounds lovely- my own engagement was rather- spontaneous..." she glances at Aven briefly before continuing," I was scared, truthfully- marriage, normal life... it's all so complicated, war is so much simpler," she pauses and falls silent, not wishing to seem completely uncultured
Lord Melvic nods in agreement. "You're certainly right about that much, it is far easier to steel your body and rush into battle than to try and comprehend and predict a husband or wife. However, if you'd like my advice, I've found relationships are nearly identical to the battlefield in many ways: in each, it is near impossible to fully understand the opposition's strategy, so one must work with incomplete intelligence to ride into battle, and each is also all about power moves." He uses his fork to gesture while he speaks. "For example, I will most likely sleep on the couch tonight for my conduct at this dinner table, a power move by my wife to maintain the status quo. Likewise, I may counter by taking our favorite blanket with me there. Moves and counter-moves: in the end, marriage is a giant game of chess, except the pieces reset whenever the match would end."
Aven rolls his eyes at the mention of chess. "Your rhetoric would be more impactful had you ever beaten Mother in a game of chess, Father."
Lady Alyssa sips her wine, a small smirk tugging at her lips.
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Hakon chuckles softly, she wished to press the conversation, ask for more wisdom- but the subject was so touchy, she did not dare continue," I see... Thank you for your words- if I may, sirrah, mistress, could we bed here for the night? I must return to the Reajh in the morning or soon as there is- business I myself must attend to," she glances at Aven again, unable to help herself before fixing her gaze upon the plate before her.
Lady Alyssa smiles a bit wider. "Of course, dear, you're welcome to stay: we have vacant guest bedroom that you can use."
Aven finishes the food on his plate, reaching for more while he meets her gaze. We need to tell them at some point...
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" If I... May I retire?" she asks suddenly looking up with a forced smile, tilting her head gently to one side, causing the soft locks to swing over her body," I'm afraid being in such a comfortable setting has finally caused my mind to realize just how draining our journey and many before have truly been- I profusely apologize," bowing her head deeply as she spoke, carefully attempting to keep her locks free of the food
Aven halts his reach, settling his hands back to his empty plate.
Lord Melvic smiles good-naturedly, nodding. "Please, do not be sorry: you must be a busy woman, and rest is important. You are excused, Lady Kilandre."
Aven places his silverware down, leaning back into his chair somewhat. "I'm quite full, myself: I should probably take some time to tidy up my room while I can."
Lady Alyssa gives him a gentle nod. "You are excused, Aven, dear."
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Offering a small bow, she carefully slides from the room, retreating quickly- one perhaps would notice the gentle sway of her hips- not that that was an important detail. Alas, she quickly heads up the stairs again, unsure of where she was going- but it didn't matter at the moment. She felt so distinctly out of place that is almost made her want to break down and curl into a ball until she calmed down again. Why did this happiness, calmness, feel so foreign? Why did it scare her more then any foe? It was just... Overhwhelming in its simplicity- she wanted to know more of this lovely atmosphere, but felt afraid she would shatter it.
Aven follows after her, catching up in the upstairs hallway. It was obvious she wasn't used to family politics, and it was bothering her a great deal. Aven rests a hand on her shoulder silently, gently massaging her back and leading her to the guest room a few doors down from his. When they get inside, Aven lets go, heading over to sit on the side of the bed, his expression one of concern. "Are you okay, Hakon? I'm sorry about the dinner, I didn't know it would make you so uncomfortable..."
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Chuckling faontly, though the sound was raw and quiet, almost as if in pain, she gently shakes her head," No I've just... Never sat down and... Ate and... Talked like that before- with people like a family," she admitted softly, sitting next to him," I'm realizing more and more that civilian life isn't for me, Aven- I don't know what I'll do with myself after the war..."
Aven looks ahead, a serious look overcoming his features. "Your duties will not end with the war, Hakon. No matter which side triumphs, this country will need the Mordecai more than ever before." He turns to her. "Just as all mages are not evil, they are also not all good. Evil mages exist, Hakon, I've seen their work, and killed several. If this country attempts to blur the black and white philosophy on mages it has upheld for so long, the mages that would upset that peace must be hunted mercilessly." He sighs. "That is the reality of the a human existence: the battles never actually stop, they only change in nature."
Aven puts his arm around her, pulling her close enough that she can hear the soft thumping on his heart. "The difference now is that we can have each other through those battles."
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Nodding faintly, she took solace in his words, slowly unwinding as she nestled closer, listening to the steady thud of his heart," Aven- I'm sorry-" she mutters, hugging him about the waist, slowly lying back with him as she takes a steadying breath," I've simply never felt so panicked- it's stressful, meeting your love's parents- but they are amazing- I hope... They approve,"
Aven smiles lovingly at her. "You have nothing to apologize for, Hakon. You did very well: to be honest, had my father inspected your hand and seen nothing, it wouldn't surprise me if he'd brought up the subject of the two of us dating himself." Aven wears a tired expression. "I love that man, but he really is relentless..."
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Snuggling closer to him, she chuckles, takig a deep breath- the fabric hugging her waist was comforting but a tad- constricting, nonetheless, she closes her eyes, chirping," I think it's sweet, and funny- he keeps the mood alive and your parents seem very happy,"
Aven chuckles at the comment. "Yes, they are very happy together, though as he alluded in his little rant, he will indeed be less happy tonight. Knowing my mother, that stunt he pulled staring at you will place him in the dog house for sure." He relaxes into the comfort of her embrace. "Speaking of which, are we... going to sleep together tonight?"
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" In the same bed or..?" She looks up at him with a nervous smile, tilting her head to one side with the barest hint of a blush, she drew one knee up as if to hug him closer, chuckling faintly.
Aven flushes, his eyes widening slightly. "Ah...um... I meant in the same bed, but..." His eyes wander to her breasts of their own volition, before he tears them away to gaze nervously at the curtains of the bed frame. "...I'm not sure if..." His brain seems to be overheating at the rate it is processing scenarios, to the degree that one could almost see metaphorical smoke rising from his ears once more.
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" I mean-I... I dunno but-" she pauses, flushing a deeper red before shaking her head faintly, rolling over to straddle his stomach and look down at him with a faint blush,"... I- don't think we should go... That far but- could we experiment?" She inquires in a faint voice, obviously having trouble attempting to pur her desires to words
Aven matches Hakon's reddish hue, trying to decipher what the word 'experiment' implied in this situation. He'd done plenty of experiments in his research, but the word felt different here: not only that, but to do an experiment, one usually requires former knowledge of the subject, and to be completely honest, Aven had absolutely no clue about the female body. He'd briefly seen Hakon's naked form, but that was the extent. "Ex-experiment? W-with each other?"
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She pauses as she rests both hands on either side of his head, nodding," Yeah- with each other," offering a nervous smile as she leans down, pressing her lips lightly to his forehead," We have to know a little something about each other before... You know, going to far, right?"
(This is gonna be hilarious I'm so excited dude xD)
Aven nods absently, a good amount of the blood needed to properly reason out of the situation flowing... elsewhere. "I suppose you're right..."
Something stiff puts pressure under Hakon as she straddles his stomach.
Fade to black...
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She shifted, nestling closer to her dearest companion in the Soft morning light filtering a thin, dust-mote-filled ray of light into the room. Hakon squinted, she felt unnaturally dehydrated but more relaxed then she had in years- slowly sitting up, she shifted carefully to ensure she would not wake him-
Something feels wrong in the air. Not anything magical, something... otherworldly, twisted. The sense permeates the air in the room itself, inviting unrest that the two of them had been too enthralled with each other's embrace to sense. Aven remains asleep, curled up innocently against Hakon with a blissful smile.
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Goodeflesh spread over her arms, chest, stomach- legs- everything told the soft hair to stand at attention and be wary- ready to fight. Flight was never an option. Hakon looked down at Aven, resting a gentle hand on his cheek as she warily scanned the room, muscles slowly coiling as if ready to spring- almost akin to a she-wolf preparing to tear any who threatened her kin...
As she sharpened her senses on the disturbance, a realization will hit her: the force feels... holy. There is an aggression in it's presence, though, as if the heavens had come to bring justice to something in the manor. Still, Aven seems completely unaware, unconsciously smiling wider as her hand touches his face.
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Recalling Aven's wprds of his weakness of holy magic, she decides to wake him, turning slightly to press her lips tenderly against his temple," Aven- hear me-" she whispers into his ear lovingly," Stay in this room, hide yourself- I will return, my love," with that, she slipped from the bed, quickly dressing herself in the white gown as her armor would be too much of a hinderance in these close quarters. Grasping her faithful scimitar in its sheath, she stepped into the hall, carefully closing the door behind her as she looked about- where could it be...
Aven's eyes flutter open, confused as she leaves the room. He'd heard her tell him to hide: hide from what? Aven couldn't sense any Mordecai aura, and there was certainly no magic around. He rises, dressing himself once more, but heeds her words to stay out of respect.
In the hallway, the aura feels to be coming from the lobby, approaching at a rapid pace up the stairs.
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Calmly turning to face the stairs, she takes several steps forward before pausing and stilling herself. If it wished to charger, she would have a buffer zone as well as have the ability to defend Aven's door as well as his parents. She did not draw the scimitar- not yet- as any magic that reached her 10 foot radius would instantly be suppressed- so she waited in tense tranquility, staring at the stairs
A tall being flies into view, a gaunt male figure over seven feet tall, dressed in white robes, suspended in the air by the flapping of black, angelic wings, no weapon in sight. It stops when it sees Hakon. It settles into the ground, firmly set on its sandels. Its voice is low and soothing, but aggressive at the same time. "Child of Ansgar, do not stand in my way."
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An Angel.
Never before had she seen one, nor hoped to see one. They only graced themselves upon prophets and saints, only exposed themselves to those they deemed worthy of Ansgar's true words. Her heart stopped for a second, she took a smal step back, uncertainty filling her heart.
" What do you plan on doing?" She inquires quietly, pausing for a moment as she stared at the man unblinkingly, the scimitar in her hand trembling slightly in its sheathe.
The angel's face remains stoic. "There exists an evil in this place, I have come to purge it: the Elder magic."
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Confused but mirroring the angel's fortitiude with some admirable determination, Hakon frowns deeply, taking a step forward- even holy entities would feel the effects of Adhara. A mere mordecai sould not be able as to so much as make a dent in an angel's power- but Adhara- it's essential bad ass grandma, was present.," Elaborate."
The angel's brow twitches as the Adhara's field envelops him, weakening his power. "Mortal magics did not always exist: mortal races were deemed too volatile to wield such power, and left without in their creation. However, an ancient being harnessed the power of creation's offshoot to infuse the universe with a new kind of magic, one that differed from that of the heavens or depths, by fusing it with the energy of the planes. The ancient being was sealed away, and the gods harnessed their power to forever strip this substance of it ability to bond naturally, but the damage was done, and thus, mortal magics exist." He points to the door Hakon guards. "Now, a new master of the dark substance has been formed. He must be destroyed, to preserve the world from any further corruption at its hands."
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All this talk about creation, a being who harnessed such power and their return... It would be deveatating not just for the kingdom but life itself,"... You don't mean- Aven?" She glances toward the door, breath catching in her throat. Angels did not lie. They couldn't...
" But he's not corrupt- he's pure- he's... U-untouched-" she insists," He wants to help the world, not... Destroy it- please-" she slowly sinks to her knees, pressing her hands together in a pleading gesture," You don't have to kill him. Please- he can be saved."
The angel towers over Hakon, his pitch black wings still partially extended. "Do not fret, child of Ansgar, his soul will be saved. His body, however, is corrupt, and must be purged: any force that would threaten the heavens must be struck down."
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Hakon slowly drew her sword, holding the saber in both hands," I do not believe you," she spoke at last after a long moment," Brandishing the sword she frowns," You're not an angel- You're something else- get away. Get away from here!" she snaps, suddenly lunging at the man
" Aven get your parents out!![/b]"
Out of nowhere, a translucent spear appears in the being's hand, and he blocks her strike with considerable strength. His expression has gone dark at this point, anger filling his visage. "You are wrong, I am an angel!" He snarls. "And I will earn my place in the heavens once more by destroying that abomination!" He breaks the stalemate, pushing her back and creating distance in order to stab with his spear.
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Her arm was briefly jolted by the blow, but she quickly retaliates, the lack of armor giving her a burst of speed as she switched her hands gripping the saber. She begins to strike at the angel erratically, she didn't know if Aven had heard but she prayed to Ansgar that he was doing something useful- running away with his parents- something-!
The angel is caught off guard by her speed, his abilities weakened by her field. However, he is skilled, deflecting the erratic blows with little trouble...that is, until an arrow mercilessly impales his right shoulder. He grits his teeth in pain, looking over to see Lady Alyssa notching another arrow, standing next to Aven and Lord Melvic, whose expressions are less that jovial at the intrusion into their household.
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Hakon looks back only for a moment, lunging forward to try and force the Angel back down the stairs. She didn't know what else to do so she pressed the attack. Suddenly her mind went utterly blank with beastial ferocity- it was all that she could do, this is what made her life worth living. Protecting those she loved. The living and the dead were her charges and no entity no matter how holy or how hellish could stop that.
With a grunt, she whipped around, slamming her foot into the Angel's thin chest- trying to get it to tumble down the stairs.
The angel desperately blocked blow after blow, a few nicking his skin, causing trickles of black blood. Unprepared for the kick, he is sent sprawling over the stairs, but catches himself with a few beats of his wings, soaring back and hovering in the middle of the lobby. At this point, the Alveron family is pursuing with great haste to back her up.
The angel sneers. "You corrupted wench, I can sense the darkness on you. You reek of evil, too, and I shall purge you along with it!" He throws the spear at insane speed, safely out of the range of her suppression, sending it hurtling toward her heart.
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Instinctively she brought her shield arm up- only to realize for a horrifying millisecond too late she had no shield. But by then the spearhead had already passed through her forearm and tucked into her left breast. Her eyes flew wide as she prepared for the spray of blood, the pain, the blackness as she staggered back- only to realize a soft golden-white glow remained around the wounds, her body shuddering with relief- holy magic- right... And she was just human.
Just human. All of this suddenly made her feel incredibly insignificant- just another face in humanity's crowd- wow- talk about an existential crisis.
Aven calls out to her impatiently. "Not the time to ponder the universe, Hakon!" He reaches the stairwell, spotting the angel, and vice versa. The angel prepares another spear of light to hurl at Aven. Before he can throw it, however, Lady Alyssa unloads an arrow through it's wing, sending it spiraling down onto the marble floor with a crunch.
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Hakon quickly places herself in front of Aven protectively but begins to retreat backwards, looking over her shoulder at him- though she would lay down her life for him- the ring on her finger that promise, she felt uncertain and almost... Scared. She knew his power was so terrible that it essentially devoured him- but those around him? That... Made her uncertain.
Aven looks at her, confused. "Hakon...?"
Lady Alyssa lets loose another arrow without a word, a grave expression on her face. It flies true toward the angel's head, but he pulls his vital out if the way just in time, the arrow sinking into his other shoulder painfully. He struggles to rise, to flee, but Lord Melvic thunders down the stairs after him.
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Quickly looking away, murmuring 'it's nothing' almost inaudibly, she fallings into a defensive position, preparing to lunge after Lord Melvic should he need assistance- still- uncertainty weighed heavy on her heart. Why would an 'angel' bother going after Aven if there was not some truth to its words?
Lord Melvic catches the creature, and they wrestle powerfully, the angel cursing profusely, until Lord Melvic hoists him into the air in a head lock, Lady Alyssa's fourth arrow striking true up through the being's jaw and through it's head. It shudders, black blood running down its chest, before dissolving into darkness.
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Noting quietly to never mess with the Lord and Lady Alveron, she quiets for a moment as the creature dissolves, suddenly asking,"... What do you know of all this?" The question seemed to be directed at all of them.
Lady Alyssa lowers her bow, speaking before Aven could answer. "I believe that is our question, Lady Hakon."
Lord Melvic stands, brushing off his morning robe. "That was a fallen angel, an angel that was corrupted by sin and cast from the heavens. They still hold power over holy magic to an extent, but become mortal and filled with dark intent. Most have a desire to return to heaven, and seek any means to do so." He locks eyes with Aven, a serious look present. "Son, why would you be targeted by a fallen angel?"
Aven has no response, nervous to tell his parents the truth. In truth, he'd only heard the first half of the fallen angel's information, after which he'd asked his parents for help, and he'd never met a fallen angel before, much less be hunted by one.
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Hakon seemed chilled, but wrapped her arms around him,"... Lord and Lady Alveron... How... What would you be willing to do for your son?" She asks suddenly, holding him close, as if trying to protect him from all the cruelty of the world- even if she couldn't she would try
Aven's brow shoots up at her embrace. Was this the time to hug? Not that he minded, of course, warmth spending through his chest as his body relaxes, unbidden by him.
Lady Alyssa stares into Hakon's eyes, a blank expression, then smiles. "Dear, we would do anything, including hiding his identity as a Mage from the church for twenty three years, and counting."
Lord Melvic ascends the stairs briskly, raising an eyebrow at Hakon's embrace of Aven. "My wife is correct, an Alveron does not abandon those in need, no matter their circumstance; that goes double for family."
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Hakon seemed a bit too shaken to cate at the moment if her embrace seemed uncouth, simply exhaling in relief before falling silent and ducking her head, trembling from the adrenaline rush that had set her afpame in those few minutes.
Aven spins himself in her grasp, turning to face her and wrap his arms around her in consolation, slowly caressing her back. "It's okay, they aren't enemies Hakon, you don't have to worry."
Lord Melvic's second eyebrow joins the first, as he begins to put two and two together, as well as a certain few youngsters before him. He glances quizzically from the ring on Hakon's finger, to Aven, then back to the ring. "Are you two...?"
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Hakon looks down, her cheek burning with embarassment and shame as she nods in silence to the Lord's question, slowly pulling away from Aven as she stands slightly behind him. She had wanted to wait for a better time- at least she still had- her own small surprise for Aven. Maybe when the time was right she could lighten the mood but not now.
" Yes- we are..."
In a mere instant, Lady Alyssa's eyes had welled up in tears, as she covers her mouth. Lord Melvic throws his arms out, embracing the both of them in a bear hug not unlike Rufus would give, though a bit less crushing, a giant goofy grin on his face as he laughs jovially. "I KNEW it! My son has the same taste as his father, that's for certain!" He releases them after a brief moment. "I was quite downtrodden when I saw you'd been engaged, as I'd planned to ask you about the very subject of considering Aven as a partner: but I see you beat me to it!" His chest barrels with laughter, turning to Lady Alyssa and crossing his arms proudly. "That also means that I win the bet, honey."
Lady Alyssa wipes her eyes with her sleeve, smiling at Hakon, a small amount of mischief in their depths. "Congratulations on your engagement, I could not be happier. Say, did you propose to Aven, or vice-versa?"
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She squeaks as the air is crushed from her lungs, her eyes welling up with tears as well but mainly the distinct lack of oxygen. She coughed weakly before sucking in sweet, sweet air- her hand moving to grasp Aven's- she was trembling.... But with relief and joy," Thank... Thank you," she manages before smiling faintly," He proposed to me- it was... It was- so amazing," she admits softly, chuckling weakly
Lord Melvic's grin becomes a little less, and Lady Alyssa chuckles. "No, my dear Husband, it is I who have won the bet. Did I not tell you that Aven inherited my bluntness in love?"
Lord Melvic sighs, waving a hand begrudgingly. "Yes, yes, you win. That blasted intuition of yours..."
Aven laughs, despite himself, and twines his fingers through Hakon's, lightly pecking her cheek. "I told you they would be overjoyed."
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Biting her lip, she couldn't help but be a little overhwlemed- wait... Did this mean she would have a family? It had been so many years since she had even thought of such things- she smiles and shakes her head slowly," I was... Scared, I am sorry for distrusting you, Lady, Lord-" she bows her head deeply
Lord Melvic shakes his head vigorously. "No, no, do not think anything of it! Please, call me Melvic, there is no need for such posh formality in this home!"
Lady Alyssa nods graciously. "I would also prefer to be called simply Alyssa, dear, especially should you be joining our little family."
Aven begins to look embarrassed at his parents extreme enthusiasm. "Mother, Father, there isn't any need to smother her."
Lord Melvic pats him hard on the back, causing a small 'oof' of air from his lungs. "Enough about her then, let's talk about you, Son. We may be older now, but your mother and I are not senile: we can tell that you are not the same as when you left." His expression does not look angry, only calmly concerned.
Lady Alyssa places a slender hand on his shoulder. "We only want to help you, dear."
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Hakon nods slightly, murmuring," I'll be sure to- er- be a little less uptight," chuckling softly as she did so, running a hand through her hair. As they spoke to their son, she placed a hand on Aven's shoulder, it was definitely time to come clean - to all of them. There were definitely things he had not told her and though that was understandable- the fallen angel's words had rattled her quite a bit
Aven leads them all to the dining room, where they sit down as he explains everything that he'd already told Hakon before. Alyssa and Melvic listen intently, brows furrowing at some points, but remaining silent. Aven's eyes are downcast most of the dissertation.
"...Dark matter beings are not natural, as dark matter cannot bond by itself: instead, they can only be created when dark matter merges with light matter, and the dark matter does not completely overpower the latter. Beatrice is an example of this, I found her dying by the road a time back, and infused her with dark matter to save her life." He sighs. "Beings that become dark matter no longer function the same as light matter beings of the same kind: they gain abilities that they would not originally have, as well as weaknesses they did not posses before. Even when I eat, in truth, I am converting the food into dark matter to be absorbed into my body, as I cannot digest light matter." He glances at Hakon. "That's everything I know, I'm sorry."
He expected his parents to yell at him for his folly, to berate him and shun him, but they did not. Alyssa stands up, walking over silently and embracing him. "It is alright, Aven. We love you the same as you are now as we did before. Nothing will change that you are our beloved son."
Melvic rises as well, stretching. "That is some heavy talk, Aven, but honestly, I thought it was going to be much worse, such as you had become a demon or something comparable. You are still human, Son, only a different breed: and you still possess the same gentle soul we've always known." He smiles. "Don't worry about us, we can keep a secret."
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Hanging back, she folds her hands behind her back- when he apologizes, she shakes her head gently, waving her hand ever so slightly as if to push away his words- he never needed to apologize for something out of his control. Besides, she loved him- that was all she needed in truth.
Watching them with a small smile gracing her lips, she tilts her head,"... So- what now?"
Aven face fills with relief at their acceptance. He goes to say something, but interrupted by a pat on the back by Melvic. "What else? We need to plan the wedding, don't we?"
Alyssa seems genuinely excited at the prospect, becoming ever so giddy. "Yes, indeed!"
Aven's eyes widen. "Mother, Father, aren't you rushing this a bit?!"
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" Uh-uhm- yes couldn't this wait until the war ends?" She pipes up, suddenly having the terrifying feeling of suddenly coming down with a very violent fever if this continued. Hakon smiles nervously, eventually- inevitably, Aven's abilities would become known to the public if not the world... If the war had not ended by then, their marriage would be sure to raise questions. Aven may face dishonor and exile into the Church's rehabilitation facilities, she would likely face execution along with his parents for harboring a mage...
Melvic cradles his chin in thought. "You may be right about that: you can't very well have a honeymoon on active duty, can you?"
Alyssa lets loose a sigh of disappointment. "I suppose... Until then, we shall stay quiet about it."
Aven grins, relieved once more. "Thank you, Mother. I promise, we'll make it through the war safe and sound." He reaches over and grasps Hakon's hand lovingly.
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Interlacing her fingers with Aven's, she breathes a sigh of relief, offering a small smile. She tilts her head gently, gazing at Aven as she offers a smile," Now that thats settled- should we go to sleep?" She inquires softly, yawning
Aven chuckles softly, touching his forehead to hers. "Haky, it's already morning, silly." He realizes he pronounced her name oddly far too late, and Melvic picks up on it, laughing and taking hold of Alyssa's hand suddenly, running his thumb over the back of it slowly. "You hear that, honey? Reminds me of when I used to call you 'Lissy', doesn't it?"
Alyssa raises an eyebrow playfully. "It sure does, Vicky."
Melvic cringes slightly. "Not in front of them, dear..."
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" Haky? Well I should start calling you.... Avey-" she snickers quietly, pressing her lips to his noss before wincing slightly as she sees sunlight filtering through the windows," Ugh- oh no, you're right," she sighs faintly, but all in good humor. She felt somewhat exhausted, likely from lack of sleep from the nigh before- not that she would admit that in front of his parents.
" I believe the best corse of action may be a meal and... Well-" she pauses,"- I must return to the Reajh soon due the presence of a mage causing trouble in the foothills."
Melvic motions to a few servants, and they scurry into the kitchen. "Breakfast is a wonderful idea, then you two can get on your way. I wouldn't want to keep you from your duties for too long."
Aven relaxes in his chair. "Sounds like a plan to me."
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-The Breakfast, as expected, was masterful and soon the lovely young couple bid Aven's parents farewell before returning to the Reajh. After several days of preparation, Hakon prepares to move out... Alas-
" I don't want you to come with me on this mission, Aven- my love," Hakon stared directly into his eyes as she held his hands. They were in her quarters at the training grounds, concealed from all but whoever would dare to barge in at this moment," This mage- He traps magic-users in cards and uses them as slaves to fight. I can't let you be exposed to that,"
Aven cocks his head playfully. "Really? Now, that's something I need to see: I think I'll be going anyway." He leans forward, pecking her cheek. "Besides, magics are not as exclusive as that: that Mage can likely trap normal people as well, and I can't allow you to go alone to face such a foe."
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Frowning deeply, she cups his face in her hands," It just kills normal people, they are no use to it- it just wants power... that's why you cannot come with me- it'll just capture you," she urges with a small frown, shaking him slightly," Stop being stubborn. Please?"
Aven wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her him. "And what will you do if he decides to trap you in a card, hmm? You'll need someone versed in magical dismantling to get you out." He grins stubbornly, obviously not budging on the subject. He had a promise to keep, and damn it to hell if some faux card magician would cause him to break it.
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Hakon sighs, squishing his face in frustration and exasperation," Why do you do this to me?" She huffs, dropping her head before shaking it slowly,"... If he finds you, he'll trap you- what if he makes us fight then? Huh?" She gazes at him worriedly, frowning weakly
Aven grins wider. "Then you can just beat me like you always do, then move onto him." He gives her a light peck on the nose. "Besides, I have a strong will. I doubt he can bend it."
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Hakon stares at him, unwavering before sighing weakly, gripping his shoulders,"... You can come with me as far as the abse of the mountains and no more, alright?" She stares at him, clearly this was as far as she was willing to compromise
Aven ponders the thought, pulling the two of them tight together. He finally nods. "Alright, I'll accompany you to the base, I can do that." He nuzzles his nose against hers. "You're so protective, Haky."
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" Only because you're so delicate and powerful, Avey," she answers softly, tenderly, despite her previous irritation, her hand brushing through his hair," I don't want to see you any where that would harm you," muttering quietly as she presses her lips against his. Hugging him closely to her as she took a steadying breath
Letting her close in uninhibited, Aven loses himself in the kiss, his eyes falling shut as they make contact. He would do anything to make sure they could stay together, even if he had to... Well, that's something he'll talk to her about later. Until then... he pressed forward, deepening the kiss, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips upon his.
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Embracing him tightly, affectionately about the waist- she holds close until she had some trouble breathing, only then tearing herself away to offering him a bashful smile," Avey," she croons softly, tilting her head to one side," Would you mind if I... Mmm- gave you something before we set off on this journey then?"
Aven swoons from the passionate lip lock, offering a curious look. "Give me something? Well, I'm not opposed to gifts... what is it?" There's an underlying excitement to his voice, betraying his maturity. Despite all his schemes and plots, he was still young at heart.
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Pausing, she smiles faintly, letting him wait in silence with the rapt expression of a puppy beibg held captive by delicious food- before reaching carefully to her hip- the satchel that held her coinpurse- before taking out a small ring. It was the color of brass, twisted to be akin to eagle wings sprouting from a tiny jade eagle.
" My family- we've passed this down for generations, always giving it to who ever joins our family in marriage so they know they won't ever fly alone-" she pauses, gazing at him with a gentle smile," It's.... For you."
Aven stares at the ring, wide-eyed, a few tears forming in thrm as the corners of his mouth waggle with emotion. "Hakon.... it's beautiful..." He sniffs. "I thought you were jesting about giving me a ring..."
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" You know I can't joke very well, my cognotice skills aren't that advanced," she muses softly as she watches entire visage tremble with emotion. She leaned forward pressing her lips against his forehead comfortingly as she took his hand, carefully sliding the ring over his finger- she felt the softness of his hand- not yet calloused enough by training with the sword. It made her think- his hand would be torn open again and again and again until his skin itself formed a hardened padding against such abuse, when that day came, she would finally rest a little more easy, but until then- she would worry to no end.
Recon posing himself as he gazes at the ring on his finger, he smiles gently, wrapping his arms around Hakon's shoulders. For some reason, a kiss didn't seem appropriate for the moment: he wanted to be close to her, to remove the petty metal that separated their bodies and intertwine until their final breaths. "Thank you, Hakon, this means so much to me."
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She smiles, nestling into his chest as she pressed her face against his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him. He always smelled somewhat like a forest after rain, when the dew clung to the pine needles and held down the heady, sappy scent before letting it evaporate in the sun. Clutching his back, her fingers curling in his robes as she kisses his collarbone lovingly,"... It means so much to me too- it finally means that..." she trails off and blushes," I've promised myself to you, right?"
A warmth blossomed in Aven's chest at her words, the feeling of deepening affection. This was exactly why he couldn't let her go alone: her promise made his All the more solid, more important. He needed to keep her safe from everything in this cruel world, even himself. In truth, he'd already made several changes to his plans to ensure that Ansgar's Hand would not be led into any traps or downfalls. Nevertheless, his face flushes as well, as he grips her tighter, nibbling lightly on her ear. "It does, Hakon. We'll always be connected now, even when we're apart."
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Shaking her head gently, nuzzling his neck as she holds him close, echoing softly," Even when we're apart." As she breathes a sigh and held him close.
They set out with a small group of soldiers from Angar's Hand, approaching the Kilanthro Mountains slowly but surely...
They settled down within the foothills as the sun sank low...
Hakon sat upon a ridge, looking over the mountains as the sun sank behind them, tilting her head gently to one side. She drew her knees up to her chest, gazing at the massive black silhouettes in silence as the shadows elongated and grew, a chill piercing the air as night crept forward with its horribly dark hand.
Aven sits down beside her with a small clank of his armor. "Wonderful scenery, isn't it? The sunset has always been my favorite time of day, such beauty in the fleeting nature of the few golden moments before night falls." He glances over. "Do you plan to strike at night?"
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Glancing at him, she shifts in her armor, her pauldron smacking affectionately against his with a clang," Visability is paramount if the reports are correct," she murmurs," So We will strike as the sun rises again," closing her eyes, she rests her head against his shoulder, she felt the ring upon her finger with a familiar weight. It was reassuring, it made her... Braver.
Aven wraps an arm around her. "We should get some rest, then: you'll need all the strength you can get to take this Mage down. If there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask."
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" Well- there is one thing-" she pauses before tilting her head with a slight rosy tinge to her cheecks, the tip of her nose pinkening as she looks down," Stay with me tonight? Please? Like we used to?" She settles closer to him, and though the armor made the embrace somewhat uncomfortable, she found comfort in it nonetheless
He leans over, kissing her forehead tenderly. "Of course, Hakon." He rises with her, making their way over to the encampment.
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Pushing herself up, she trails after him, looking around warily as they entered the camp. Slipping into her own tent, she immediately began to strip the heavy armor off her form. She took a deep breath of relief as the weight was lifted off her shoulders piterally and perhaps figuratively.
Aven enters his tent, doing the same, changing into a garment similar to a robe, but with sash holding it shut instead of clasps. He sinks into the shadows and darts over to Hakon's tent under the perfect cover of night, completely unseen, and emerges beside her just as she's finished changing.
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It no longer surprised her when e appeared, a puddle of shadow idly trning into the man she loved like the difference between sitting and standing. She turns, now clad in a simple tunic and roughspun pants as she wraps her arms about his neck, hugging him tightly. She pressed her face against his neck silently, seeming to be in deep thought as she holds him close.
He held her just as close, arms coiled about her back, as he took notice of her expression. She's probably worried about the upcoming mission, no doubt it's going to be tough: because of the rumored nature of that mage's abilities, there's no telling what she might face. "What wrong, Haky?" He tried to lighten her mood, get her mind off the mission for now.
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Pulling a way for a moment, her nose gently brushed his as she rests a hand on his head, gently stroking his silvery hair," I know you're not going to stay put once the boys and I head out to face this monster. So... I want to ask you a last time, and please answer honestly- will you stay here? Guard our possessions and wait for my return? Please?" She asks softly, furrowing her brow seriously as she gazes at him.
Aven just smiles. "So you saw through me, huh? I promised to only accompany you to 'the base', but that could also be interpreted as the enemy's base." He places a hand on her cheek lovingly. "Yes, I will stay here and wait for you to return, but only until the sun sets tomorrow. If you have not returned, I will assume you are in trouble. Is that fair?"
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She pauses and nods after a moment of thought, resting her hand over his as she offers a small smile," Yes- then- if you so choose, you can follow pur path and see if we were destroyed or not. But regardless of the outcome, regardless of what you see-" she cups his face in her hands, furrowing her brow gently with concern though she wore a reassuring smile,"- you will retreat, return to the Reajh and report of the final status of the mission. Please?"
She never used the word 'please' so often, but something told her that this particular mission would be one of her most dangerous yet. To see him caught up in that deadly misery would... Be the death of her.
Aven's eyes display a hint of sadness. "Hakon, my word is my bond. Should I find that your team was decimated..." A spark of anger flies across his visage. "I would not be able to keep a promise to retreat. Not until the one responsible lay in pieces."
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Leaning forward, she kisses the tip of his nose tenderly," Then avenge my boys, I don't plan on dying- but just... Don't get caught." She murmurs- tilting her head to one side as she pulls away. Her hands slide down his arms, grasping his as her fingers intertwine," Don't fret, my love- we have tonight to rest and enjoy one anothers' company, right?"
Aven squeezes her hand gently. "Yes, we do." He plants a light kiss on her lips. "I don't doubt you, I'm sure you'll be back before dinner tomorrow, with all of our comrades in tow." His voice carries a steadfast trust, maybe even a slightly naive one.
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His trust, as puppy-like as it was, was heartening. She squeezes his hand before reaching up to stroke his cheek, leading him over to the makeshift cot and settling down, opening her arms wide to snuggle him," Well- c'mere then-" she sings, offering a tiny smile
Aven pulls the string on the robe, causing it to shrug off his shoulders to reveal a skintight black undershirt, but loose, short-like undergarments. He crawls onto the cot and into her embrace, allowing any worries to fade away. Nestling up to her bosom, his smile tranquil and content.
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Nuzzling his hair gently, she cradled him closely to her- she breathed in his familiar scent, simply relishing his body warming hers as she closed her eyes and fell asleep soundly. Her arms wrapped about him contently.
The Sun rises, and Hakon slips from his arms, preparing for battle with the rest of the men before the battalion heads toward the mountaisn and the ominous stone fortress where the Mage resides...
The great fiery orb rises high into the blue sky before slowly dipping once again, dying the earth a lovely peach orange as the mountains are first turned purple, then black...
Hakon, nor anyone else, does not return from the abandoned stronghold.
The sun sets over the mountains, the last ray of gold receding beyond the horizon. Aven's eyes, closed in a fervent hope, open to the night, a steady anger pulsing in his veins. Aven dons his helm and descends into the shadows, armor and all, darting at impossible speed along the shadow of the earth, only one thought on his mind. I'm coming for you, Hakon.
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As he storms across the foothills, following the winding path that had been pounded cleanly into the overgrown road by the passing troops, he approaches the falling apart fortress- a shape wheels above it. Like the mix between a dragon and a human. Silhouetted against the falling sun, it dove back into the courtyard with a demon shriek... Like a falcon diving at prey.
Aven darts toward the courtyard. Could she still be fighting? Hope rises in his chest at the thought of her and their comrades being uninjured, and simply delayed by enemies. The figure he saw, though: it must have been one of the beings the Mage had captured. Even for Hakon, such would not be an easy opponent.
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Upon entering the courtyard, he is met by a gristly site. The entire troop was all bu torn asunder, their mounts nearly turned inside out by whatever beast they had fought. Rib cages were cracked open and exposed to the dying light, flies buzzing lazily over the ruined carcasses. The creature slighted neatly upon its silvery-white armored prey, massive claws easily rending the steel apart as the figure thrashed and cried out- a swift blow by a devilish hand silencing the figure for good.
The monster itself was a woman, a demon with great bat-wings, scarlet locks and horrible amber eyes. Her feet were that of a dragon's her hands misshapen into great claws... Her mouth and face was covered with gore though her teeth flashed white- fangs...
Aven scanned the field in horror, not yet emerged from the shadows. His gut twisted at the corpses of those he had trained with and ate alongside. He was unable to shed tears in his shadow form, but we're he able, they would certainly have flowed.
That sadness, however, metamorphosed into rage, and his voice echoed loud around the courtyard, reverberating from darkness everywhere. "WHERE IS HAKON?!"
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The demon shifted slowly, looking uo at him with a vague annoyed expression before an unusual voice rumbled from the shadows," Faerydae Theta- we have an intruder,"
" I see, master."
" Dispose of it."
The creature slowly shifted, bringing up the great hooked talons up to her lips, dragging her tongue across the blades that one could call nails. 'Faerydae Theta' was obviously a powerful demon, spreading her massive wings to block out the remaining light in the courtyard. She bared her teeth," Yes master." Extending one hand to the side, a flaming whip slowly materializing in her palm,"... Hakon? Whos that? A lover? Huh- Conlaothan men and their odd.... Tendencies."
A palpable anger radiates from the darkness surrounding the demon, and the sudden presence of a force Faerydae had never encountered would stir a primal fear in her depths. Something about this force was dangerous, toxic to her kind, she would feel with every fiber of her being.
From the ground she stood on, tendrils of dark matter began to coil up her legs, giving no warning at all. Aven's voice echoes out once more. "One last chance, Demon Lord: where is Hakon, or I shall devour both you and your servant whole."
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" My servant?" She snickers and shakes her head, the whip's heat literally causing the air to ripple as she focuses upon him," And again- I have no idea whom you speak of- I merely... Eat what I'm given." Slowly stalking toward him, she suddenly raises her arm- with a sound of a thousand tortured souls screaming through the air- the flaming tail streaks toward him like a fiery lightning bolt.
His shadow is gone in an instant, and the demon finds him holding her chin in the next moment, before she could even blink. His eyes burst with so many particles that they seem nearly solid black, his expression one of pure, unadulterated rage. "I wasn't speaking to you. Perish." He squeezes on her jaw immediately, and black veins spread over her body from his fingertips as well as the tendrils around her legs, quickly starting to envelope her entire being.
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As the demon freezes and begins to struggle, massive wings beating the air to cause great gusts of foul smelling wings. She opened her mouth to shriek in horror and fury as dark matter pulsed through her veins- suddenly a soft, unidentifiable voice chides...
" Perfectly executed, Theta."
In a mere instant, a soft impact made contact between his shoulderblades. A single, black card. It stuck to his back as if sewn to his robes- a horrible draining sensation could be felt, as if the card's hidden face was devouring him- sucking him into its Two dimensioned prison. As if that was not enough, a sudden white light appeared behind the screaming demon- an angel with hreat white wings spread majestically outward as its holy aura seemed enough to knock even a human backward- it was all becoming too much...
Aven howled in frustration as his form was thrust back into the card, helpless to shadow meld as the light obliterated his only escape. "DAMN YOU!"
With that, it was done. The spell completed without interference, and Aven subjected completely to its confines.
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He would find himself in a small cell suspended in a void-like space. He was utterly alone but for one side of thecell that seemed to look out upon the scene he previously had been a part of. A cloaked figure scoops up the card in which he was now imprisoned- its face hidde by shadow.
" Master. Is this the one you spoke of?[/b]" the angel appears, or at least- its light hovers hear enough to foretell that it had approached, its voice was deep, echoing several times as if multiple men spoke in unison. The cloaked figure flipped the card theatrically before the scene was blotted into blackness.
" It is, Theta did well in distracting it."
" What of the mortals, Master- the human female continues to fight the draugr in the tombs, perhaps we could-"
" SILENCE." the Caster's voice snaps, there was a grunt of agony from the Angel," We shall send the new one to combat her then."
The human female... That must be Hakon! She's still alive! Aven calmed himself down, inspecting his prison. It was certainly nothing fancy, that much was certain, though he could tell it would take a while to dismantle the spell effects. He begins to diligently etch a series of runes along the cage, as he hears the voice's proclamation that he would be sent to combat Hakon. Annoying... but I can use this to my advantage... He continues to etch the runes, allowing his opponent to make the next move.
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Alas, each time he etched a rune, the metal of the 'cell' seemed to absorb it, the steel shifting and knitting back together. It seemed as if he was left alone for hours- before a horrible hissing filled the air- a great gust of wind rips through the void-like space and he would find himself in the real world once more. Tiny, child-like beings of pitch-black skin and tiny horns with great white fangs bared in sharp smiles surrounded him- they lunged repeatedly at a familiar armored figure lashed out at the tiny creatures' horde- lashing out with a torch, slapping aside the imps with incredible force.
Her scimitar seemed to be sheathed at her hip, her armor was covered in blood and dents. Breathing hard as she lashed out again and again- how long had she been fighting? She looked so spent- but in the blackness she did not see him.
Attack her.
Aven extended his arm, and a myriad of tendrils, nearly twenty of them, lashed out, each impaling several imps and ripping them forcefully in half, until there were no more. He speaks back through the telepathic link, commandeering it for his own thoughts snarkily. Forgive me, master, I could not tell which female imp you were referring to, so I destroyed them all, including the males to be safe.
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Pain shot through him almost immediately, as if his spine was slowly being torn asunder. OBEY ME SLAVE. the voice snarls-
Hakon gasped at the imps were slain, looking about," Aven?" She called out with a voice quavering with relief and fatigue
Aven gasped in torment, tears rolling down his cheeks at the pain. Th-the spell binds outside the card?! A metaphysical interference matrix?! It was clear he'd underestimated his opponent. His insides, however, quickly repaired, though not without their own squelches and clicks as the vertebrae realign. He collapses to the ground, nearly passing out from shock.
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Hearing a gasp, Hakon cautiously made her way toward the sound," Aven, Oh God!" She quickly knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around to cradle him close, her platinum locks tickling his nose as she leaned down to kiss his foreahead, the helm's beak bumping against his scalp.
Attack, if you dare to resist... I shall simply cause her demise to be more painful.
Aven gritted his teeth, preparing himself for the incoming onslaught of pain. I am bound by my word, fool. I promised to protect this woman, and that bond is stronger than your magic. Rip me asunder if you wish, but you cannot force me to attack my love, you have no power.
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You forget-
Pain continues to course through his body, constant and terrible- his hand already moving of its own accord to remove Hakon's helm as she gazes at him tearily, Her lips moving as if she was speaking to him. Alas- he began to move in a way that meant something- dangerous as going oto happen.
- you're mine.
Aven's eyes widen. No... NO! His mind races for a way to stop himself. He still had his own will, the magic matrix was employing interference on his nervous system to control his body. His only chance...
He screamed in agony as tendrils of shadow invaded his limbs, sowing their influence through his skin and wrapping around bone. He bid his body to stop, trying desperately not to pass out. "Hakon, I'm sorry. I underestimated him..."
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Hakon cups his face in her hands, resting her forehead against his, her hazel-grey eyes glittering with tears," Aven- no-..." She breathes, stroking his cheek," What... Whats happening to you?" hugging him tightly, shuddering with emotion.
You know you cannot resist~ Just let your decisions fly free, I shall be your mind now.
Aven's armor shimmers, then bursts into particles which flow into his wounds, further reinforcing the near skeletal structure of shadow tendrils he's constructed. His mind is no longer able to send messages back through the telepathic link, focusing all his mental energy on controlling his body. "I will never attack Hakon, even if I need to destroy myself in the process. I am a MAN OF MY WORD!"
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Hakon presses her hands more firmly upon the sides of his head," My love-" she urges in a strained voice, her words quavering,"- resist but please, please, don't end yourself." she presses her forehead against his," please-"
"- Stay with me."
Her voice seemed to get further and further away, was the magic trying to pull him back- clearly the Caster wasn't too keen on losing its newest card so quickly... Could he stop it?
Through the excruciating pain, Aven manages a faint smile. "D...on..'t...wor...ry... Haky... I'll... be...rig..ht... ba..ck."
His body is unable to resist the pull of the card, not equipped with the means to break from matrix from the outside.
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He disappeared before her eyes, causing her to reach out and try to grab him in vain," Avey!" Her voice echoes in the catacombs, tears falling down her dirt and blood smeared cheeks. She collapsed to her knees, suddenly alone in the blackness again," Aven please.."
The card had returned to the Caster, who was obviously quite annoyed," Hmph- I suppose it is time to move on then." with a small flourish of its cloak, the creature seemed to be stealing away in the darkness of night, away from the fortress... Away from Hakon.
Aven's weak smile turns into a grin, evolving into laughter, as he picked hold up from the pool of black blood on the floor of the cage, his wounds healing rapidly. "You...you don't really think you won?"
Within the card, something was wrong: a matrix had appeared, full of multitudes of runes and symbols, all black as night. They seemed to float from everywhere in the void of the space itself, recoalescing into a new matrix. "Your magic worked against you: absorbing my dark matter allowed me to restructure your matrix."
In the casters mind, Aven's voice echoes forcefully. Allow me to leave you with a parting gift, Demonlord. An excruciating crack is heard, as a tendril of shadow that had emerged from the card breaks the Caster's leg, shattering the shin bone into messy pieces so it would never heal naturally. With that, the card rips itself apart, the re-written matrix appearing in the air before shattering into pieces.
Aven appears once more upon Hakon's lap, exactly where he'd been before. He chuckles softly, his voice a weak whisper. "I'm a man of... my word..."
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The las tof the Caster's screams fade into the distance, Hakon's gasp echoing in the darkness of the halls as she cradles him to her armored chest," Avey- I... Oh God-" leaning down, she kisses his forehead, hugging him close as the torch slowly flickered iut against the damp floor where she had dropped it
His wounds sealed up with help of the armor he'd reabsorbed, and he rested against her breastplate, trying not to cry. "I'm sorry for making you worry, Haky..."
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Hugging him, she pressed her lips to his soft, matted hair- swaying to and from as she shudders, taking deep breathes," Just... I'm sorry I didn't come go meet you- Aven- what happened? How-?"
Aven's weak smile fades, and the tears break free at the thought of the scene above. "They're... they're all dead. His demon killed them all... I thought he'd gotten you, too, and I lost it..." The crystal clear droplets plink onto her greaves.
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" Never-" she nuzzles his neck, hugging him so tightly it hurt as she presses her face against his neck.m," I'm just... Happy you are alright-"
The tears continue to flow, now caused by relief. "I don't know what I would've done if you'd died... knowing I could've saved you..."
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She just shook her head slowly, laying back with him in her arms- far too exhausted to mvoe them to a safer area. They lay in silence, in the tombs of a family long since gone. She closed her eyes as she drew him up over her, simply hugging him as they lay in the blackness.
" Aven-" she breathes, reaching down to take his hand," Aven- you saved me any way... I know you did."
Aven takes a few staggered breaths, trying to compose himself, but his insecurities prove too much for him, and the flow of droplets only increases. "M-maybe this time, but what if I fail again? What if I'm not strong enough, or not fast enough, or not smart enough..!"
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Shifting carefully to draw him closer, her warm breath brushing his ear as she rests her cheek against his," Then... I guess we can stay together? We can... We can stay close together?" She asks softly," Battle buddies?" She rests her cheek against his, closing her eyes as she cradles him in her arms, humming a quiet song under her breath.
" We... Won't seperate again."
Aven nods through his tears, which begin to dry up. "Always together." His cheek flush slightly at her proximity, but only barely, closing his eyes as well. He hears the faint humming of her voice, and a few of the notes bring an old tune his mother sang when he was young to mind, which he unconsciously hums under his breath.
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Falling silent, she listens, slowly dozing as she holds him close to her breast. Slowly, the consuming darkness of unconciousness takes over her mind.
Several undisturbed hours pass, only the skittering of rats' feet upon the ground breaking the hollow silence of the catacombs...
Hakon slowly opened her eyes, her entire body ached with fatigue and exhaustion, but she felt unnaturally warm- likely due to the fact she was cradling him so close to her. Slowly shifting, she groans.
Aven stirs at Hakon's movement, having been curled up tight against her the whole night. He stretches, yawning. "We need to get out of this place, it's not good for your health, Haky."
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" Me? What about you?" She inquires in a harshly dry voice, she was obviously dehydrated to no end. She shifted and weakly shivers," I hate sleeping on stone, Avey- it hurts so bad," she mumbles."
Aven nods in agreement. "Yes, though I'm a bit dulled to pain right now after yesterday." He stands up, glancing around to get an idea of their best options. He leans down, blushing slightly. "Do...you want me to carry you back to the camp? We have provisions there, and you need water badly."
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She looks up at him, or at least his silhouette, hesitating as she tried to push herself to her feet- but found herself too weak. That feeling in and of itself was horrifying, but without water she would likely be trapped in her armor until Judgement Day- unless," Can... Can you?" She asks bashfully, looking up slowly
Aven smiles warmly. "Of course, Haky." He bends down, his muscles suddenly rippling and tensed as he lifts her into his arms, cradling her like a princess. "Is this position alright?"
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Unconsciously, she covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. Never had she felt so effeminate not to mention useless in her entire life- will, she would feel worse in a dress, so at least that was an upside," fi-fine," she mutters, looking up at him briefly- her face a flaming red as she carefully moves to wrap her arms about his neck. Needless to say, she was surprised at how well he was doing- with her and the armor, altogether- it had to be more then 300 pounds-
As she wraps her arms around his neck, she may notice the slightest black tinge in lines along his muscles. He kisses her forehead. "Good girl, we'll be back before you know it."
Aven begins to bound forward, as though their combined weight meant nothing to his strength. Through the Catacombs and up into the night, it took them less than twenty minutes to reach the outside. Aven takes a breath of fresh midnight air, before bounding off once more toward their camp.
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Pressing her face against his neck, she fell silent as they sped across the land- she reasoned that the main reason he had used so much of his power time and time again was due to her being in danger. The strain of his power, alas... Seemed to be the cause of massive amounts of pain for him- how could she bare to let that go on?
Reaching up, she presses a hand against his cheek, pursng her lips thoughtfully... Could she give up this lifestyle she loved so dearly so he would no longer strain himself?
They arrived at the camp with little issue, night still lording its influence over the sky. He sets her down on the cot in her tent, bringing water and a food for her, trying to figure out what she'd been pondering this whole time, as she'd been very silent. As he set down the rations, he made eye contact with her. "Haky... what's bothering you?"
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Hakon pauseds long enough to sate her thirst, after the water flooded through hwe form, she shuddered once before pushing herself into a sitting up position, moving to shakily unlatch her armor," I was thinking of... Perhaps retiring from active duty for a bit."
Aven sits down beside her, brushing her cheek. "Is that what you want to do? I know that losing an entire platoon of soldiers is a devastating blow, but isn't battle what you love?"
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" Yes- but I..." she trails off and sighs weakly, removing the chestplate slowly," I'm afraid each time I have gone into battle, you have strained yourself, pushed your abilities beyond the limits they were meant to go- I do not want to see you harm yourself any more."
Aven dons his usual smile. "So it's for my sake..." He leans down and kisses her lightly on the cheek. "You don't need to worry about me, Haky: I won't ever think of you as a burden, you're more precious to me than anything in this world. However, I can't quite envision you as a simple housewife; it wouldn't suit you, and I don't think you would be happy like that."
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She opens her mouth to protest, but upo. Removing her leg plating, she fell silent- she couldn't imagine never putting on her armor again... that would be awful. Looking up at, she reaches up to touch his cheek," I just don't want to see you eaten bu whatever the Dark Matter... Is," she admits quietly, looking up at him with bright, worried eyes
He reaches over and helps Hakon remove the last of her armor. "It's impossible for Dark matter to fully consume me: do you know why?"
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Wriggling her way out of the boots as she settles upon the ground, taking a steadying breath as she looks up hopefully," Why, Avey?"
He grasps her left hand tenderly, running his fingers over the black Crystal ring, bringing it to rest against his chest. The ring begins to pulse in rhythm with his blood. "Because you carry a shard of my heart with you."
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Staring at the ring for a moment, her eyes widened slowly," O-ohmigod- wait, a part of your heartbis in the ring? Wo-won't that hurt you?!" She gasps, taking his hand, looking him up and down worriedly
Aven laughs lightly. "Of course not, I formed it from individual cells at night, so they regenerated right away." He takes hold of her other hand, as well, pulling the two of them close. "Regardless, that ring is made entirely of matter that was once my heart, and will always be so. It's a reminder that I will always belong to you, no matter what happens."
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Squeezing his hands, she rests her forehead against his,"... Why do you spoil me so?" She asks softly, her voice thick with emotion- she had a piece of him with her always... She would have to do something in return for him-
Aven drew even closer, blushing a bit. "Because I love you so much." He slowly, softly pressed his lips against hers, his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling.
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" I love you too-" she breathes somewhat tearily, she just... Loved him so much- it was unbearable at some points. Wrapping her arms tightly about his neck, she kissed him deeply- drawing him even closer-
Fades to black... Round 2! FIGHT!
The sun rose, dying the now empty encampment but for one tent a peachy pink.
Hakon stirred next to Aven, snuggling close to him as she hugg him arm to her chest, resting her lips and nose against his shoulder. Slowly she blinked her eyes open. They had to return today, and she had no mage nor battalion to speak of- shame burned in her core as she sighed faintly, likely she would be put on leave for awhile while the higher ups decided what her punishment for failure and survival wouldnbe... Ah politics
Aven woke slowly, the exertion from the previous night having exhausted him to the point of lacking even dreams. He felt Hakon cuddled up to his back, and he smiled, her presence enough to put him at peace. However, he was well aware of their situation: failing a mission such as this one would not be looked upon kindly, Hakon would undoubtedly be reprimanded, and knowing the biased politics of Calent's duchy, they would try to take power away from her due to her status as a woman. He turned his head to give her a peck on the cheek: he would protect her even from those foolish beaurocrats if need be, no one would ever steal her happiness while he is around.
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Hakon looks up at him, as if reading his thoughts. Gently, she tilts her head- offering a tiny smile as she shifts stiffly," Avey- you alright?"
Turning to face her, he twines a leg around hers, kiss her lips gently. "Yes, just planning our next move. I doubt the higher ups will let you off easy, regardless of the fact they didn't send you with near skilled enough troops for such a mission." He strokes her hair in thought. "If that Mage is to be brought down, we'll need a small, coordinated group of immense strength."
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Nestling closer to him, she nods her head, murmuring her agreement," Back to the reajh then, hm?" Glancing up at him as she offers a small, nervous smile
Aven leans in, a mischievous grin on his face, less that an inch from hers. "Mm... five more minutes." With that, he initiated a deep kiss, coiling his arms around her and pulling her against himself.
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Hakon giggles despite her worries, snuggling close to him as she pressed her lips firmly against his. Pausing for a moment, she forgets everything but her love for him- just bathing in a happy, warm glow as she curls up close to him
After a healthy round of cuddling, Aven reluctantly untangles himself from Hakon, rising from the cot. A swirling vortex of dark matter particles rise from his shadow, surrounding him and forming into his usual armor, minus the helm. He smiles back at her. "I'll take care of the other tents while you get ready."
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Hakon sits up and nods wordlessly, she was too tired and content to argue as she began to move around the tent. She was glad she had left Purgatorio behind for this mission - if he needed to be put out to pasture for a month or so, why didn't she? Why didn't anyone need a break before diving into the fray again? She moved about, packing the sparse supplies- They could only bring so much...
The Road back to the Reajh was rather uneventuful, though nightmares regarding the Caster's influence seemed to plague them both...
AFTER THE EVENTS OF DRAWN IN BY A STRANGE FORCE...
They now head far away from the war fronts, to the Kilandre's estate on the far borders...
Her hips swayed slightly with Purgatorio's gait, the entire convoy rumbling quietly with the low ambiance of hooves and voices. All her advisers, as well as men from her lands joined them to the return home, there service having been deemed 'enough' to go on leave for now. She glances at Aven, offering a tiny smile- the advisers meanwhile seemed to be busily prodding him with questions- they deeeeeefinitely smelled something about him- something that could be husband material. Like old bearded crows they squawked and poked- unrelentless...
Aven entertained them for quite some time, going into a small amount of detail regarding his family's estate, lands, production yield and costs, maintaining an aura of calm that might remind Hakon of his mother, Lady Alyssa. After abating their an acceptable amount of their endless queries, he returned to Hakon's side, glancing back as they seemed to deliberate amongst themselves. "That's quite a gathering of gentlemen you've accrued, Hakon. I can see why you've been so stressed, they're relentless!" He smiles warmly. "So, when do I get to meet the rest of the family?"
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" Not mine- my father's-" she chuckles before falling silent rather awkwardly, biting her lip," Uhm... Soon." She promises quietly, offering a weak smile before focusing upon the road," But they are thorough, are they not?" She chuckles gently, shaking her head slightly
Aven gives her a hearty laugh. "I'll say! Had I not separated myself when I did, they may have known me better than you do!" He jests, a goofy grin on his face. He settles down quickly, receding yo him normal smile. "I can't wait to meet your family, I'm sure they're just as wonderful as mine."
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Hakon smiles faintly, though it seemed fixed- queit- why couldn't she summon up the courage to tell him? Why didn't he get the hints from her advisers? Why didn't they tell him? She didn't know- but.... She would either word up the strength before they got there or he would find out regardless...
Aven begins walking toward where Purgatorio and Beatrice are tied. "Come on, no reason to keep them waiting!" He noticed her demeanor was off, but he couldn't place what was off about it. Perhaps she was nervous to see her family once more, given that she wasn't yet married, he remembered her saying once that her family did not exactly approve wholeheartedly of her military pursuits.
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Already having had been mounted upon Purgatorio- she takes a moment before lightly kicking him into a trot as the caravan rumbled on. The plains spread out before them, bast, unforgiving with cool wind whipping over the long grasses- the mountains a gentle blur in the distance- down the long, well worn road- a small settlement of buildings, low, harsh, like long-houses. Smoke rose from low chimneys- disappearing into the blue sky.
Aven takes in the sights, urging Beatrice to keep pace with Purgatorio, much to her dismay. She didn't want to be anywhere near that hormone ridden fleabag, nor his skanky rider. She'd picked up on Aven's scent lingering on Hakon a while back, meaning they'd been sharing a bed. If it was the last thing Beatrice did, she would see that hussy drawn and quartered.
"The housing seems... functional. You're certainly dealing with different climate up here, that's for sure." He shivers a bit in the blasting wind.
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Hakon closes her eyes against the harsh, dry wind- everything felt dry- terribly dry, but she loved it- this harsh wilderness with flat, dry grasss was her home. Taking a deep breath she nods," There are not many trees, so we made do with what was imported," she answers softly. As they draw closer, the sommunity becomes clearer. Well-built yurts made up hide and sturdy fabric- a herd of theocog grazed just outside the settlement- free- content.
She nearly burst into tears- everything was... Perfect.
Aven's eyes softened, glad to see Hakon so happy. Coming here was a splendid idea, and there was still more to see! "Looks like someone was a little homesick, hm?"
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Hakon shivers once before looking at him, swallowing dryly as the caravan begins to disperse, squealing children hugging fathers returning from war, the delighted cries- and soon enough, cries of despair and woe. The storm of emotions quickly became too much as she pushes Purgatorio onward- leading him to a warm, low- well built stable against a sturdy wooden manor.
It took mere moments to unsaddle the massive horse, Hakon pauses, turning to Aven once he finished, taking his hand- speaking quietly," You want to meet mom and dad?"
Aven unsaddles Beatrice, nodding to her with a slightly nervous smile, checking his garments to ensure they were in proper order. He gestures Beatrice to one of the empty stalls of the stable, and she trots over in a huff, glad to be away from Hakon.
He finishes adjusting his clothes, taking a breath, as confident as he was going to get. "Yes, I'm ready to meet them."
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Hakon takes a steadying breath, closing her eyes, she leads him from the stables- toward the manor. Then slowly around it- each log seemed to have some sort of decorative carving in it- as if children over the generations had caved their imagination's wonderings.
They walked on- the wind blasting them as they entered a small patch of shorn down grass surrounded by a small stone wall. Small graves were gathered there- three graves, new by several years old stood there.
Lord Orrun Kilandre
Loving Father and Husband,
Faithful Servant of the People
Lady Unice Kilandre
Loving Mother and Wife,
Gentle Protector of All
Lord Bahamut Kilandre
Loving Elder Brother and Twin,
Forever in Our Hearts
Aven stood in shock as he read the graves, his nervousness morphing into sadness. A tear begins to form at his eye, and he squeezes her hand in his grasp. "Hakon... I had no idea..." He finally understood. When she'd said that her family was counting on her, he'd assumed there was family there to do so. A pit of grief formed in his gut. I forced her to face this again, because of my own selfish desires. How could I do this to her? He shuts his eyes, trying not to shed any tears.
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Hakon turns and wraps her arms about his neck, nuzzling his neck as she stands close to him- shuddering," You.. You are fine- I should have told you sooner- I just... I just couldn't," she murmurs, hugging him tightly. Home- it was where emotion clashed to no end.
Aven opens his eyes slowly, coiling his hands about her waist lovingly, a soft determination in his eyes. "It's ok, Haky. I promise, you'll never have to stand at my grave like this... you and I, we're... we're family, and I'll do everything I can to make sure you're the happiest woman in the world."
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" We're a family," she echoes softly, the words seemed alien yet infinitely comforting as she stood there with him in her arms and she in his. It was so comforting, knowing she had a family. Or was a family with him. Suddenly home did not seem so dreadful-
Aven pull her against him in a tight, loving embrace. "Yes, we are family, and always will be." He caresses the back of her head, trying to comfort not only her, but himself as well.
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Carefully she cradles him in her arms for several minutes longer, trtibg to convey reassurance and warmth to him any way she could- mainly by pressing her lips to his face. After a long time of quiet grieving she finally speaks," Come- they wiuldn't want us grieving for them forever-" she offers gently, pulling away to begin leading him along
Aven nods silently, walking along with her. As long as he had Hakon, he could swallow his sadness and move on, and in times such as these, such was paramount to sanity. He couldn't afford to lose his compassion and empathy, the last things he viewed truly made him human. He gripped her hand tightly as she led him, as if he would never let go.
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Her fingers intertwined with his, holding tight as she caust him a small smile- walking around the logs again,"... You know-" she began softly,"- I was scared of coming back here for so long, the memories, I thought, would break me down. But- just remembering it all with you here - next to me- I feel like I can move on and be a good leader for this place. I have to be for these people. I want you to know, Aven-" she pauses as they round a corner, walking the length of the manor before she turns and cups his face in her hands.
" I love you- I wish there was a way to say it more... Elaborately, but I love you, Aven- more then anything... You just mean everything to me- you make the worries and fears fall away so, be proud~"
Aven's eyes lock with hers. "You stole the words right from my heart, Hakon... I was alone for so long, believing I was a monster..." He draws a bit closer, his gentle smile inches from hers as he touches their foreheads together. "Even in the face of all the prejudice and fear that this country has spread about Mages, you still looked past into my soul, loved me for who I am, not what I am. You saved me from the darkness I wallowed in for so long, and gave me the courage to face the daylight once again. I love you more than anything in the world, Haky, even if I run out of words to say it..."
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She offers him a tiny smile, hough small it was filled with infinite happiness. She exhaled patiently, taking a steadying breath before closing her eyes, swaying with him ever so slightly, the breeze gently rocking them for a long, calm, several moments. She would do angthing for him, even give up her dream of becoming a true Hero, just to make him happy and safe... Gladly, she would do it all for him gladly.
Pulling away now, she gently took his hand, turning the final corner to the front of the manor where her advisers twittered and flocked about- seeming too overjoyed to be at last home to scold.
He follows along behind her, a new thought crossing his mind: if it came down to saving Hakon or Connloath, he realized that he would choose Hakon. The idea brought him comfort, but startled him at the same time. Were his convictions waning because he'd seen a soldier's point of view, or was it only the overpowering nature of his love for her that made even the thought of allowing her to be hurt for any cause disgusting and vile? He hoped it was the latter, but regardless, he knew now where his priorities lie. Protecting my love...
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Her mind alas, was far too clouded with joy and perhaps tranquility to think such thoughts at the time as they entered the great Manor- it seemed more low built- based upon hides, furs, much akin to a hunting lodge mixed with a wealthy armor-smith's. She looks back at him, admiring him in the dim light- if it came to protecting him or Connlaoth... Such a decision would be one she would refuse to make, in truth, simply ending her mortal existance then and there would allow either him or Connlaoth to triumph over the other without her interference- and her infinite love for both could then mean all but nothing...
She flashes a smile at him, guiding him up the stairs toward the upper floors, speakig softly words of affection
Aven glides alongside her, admiring the workmanship of the manor. It's a different style than his own home, but it boasts an air of strength and courage, the saw that he'd grown to love in Hakon herself. He could see where it originated, and silently thanked Unice and Orrun Kilandre for raising such a strong hearted daughter. He held firm to her hand, not wanting to let go for the world.
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Hakon smiles faintly as his grip on her hand tightens, squeezing his hand thrice as if to say 'I. Love. You.' As she leads him to a rather large room, a master bedroom to be exact- in one corner stood a massive armor set- clearly her fathers as it was built for a giant of a man. Looking over the large bedroom forebodingly as if to dare someone to try something to his daughter- promising a ghost's vengeance-
She leads him to a large wooden chest, ornately carved with the designs of horses and men from primitive times long since past," Come- I want to show you something..."
Aven allows himself to be pulled along through the giant room, and his eyes briefly lock upon the armor. I'll take good care of her, Orrun.
His attention is drawn by her words, and he lays eyes on the chest skeptically. "What is it, Haky?"
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She simply beams at him as she kneels and opens the chest revealing...
A massive diamond blue blanket of sorts with ornate designs upon it- she pulls one end of it, apparently it was very narrow but increbly long, likely folded over itself several dozens of times over. Walking backwards slowly with the massive banner she hums lightly," This is the Kilandre's family banner, we began sewing our story into it on our founding-" she motions for him to come look," these latest additions were my mother's."
Aven scans over the banner in awe, observing the history of the Kilandre's. He is suddenly struck with the overwhelming realization of how small he really was, a single life within the history of the world... No, the universe. It is a humbling feeling, as his eyes train on the latest addition, silent in wonder.
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The latest addition seemed to be a scene of rather sad proportions- silver thread detailed a funeral, a man being mourned, but two graves being put in the ground as an eagle flew off the banner to some unknown destination. Before that, it seemed to detail a sickness, Theocog and people alike dying- but alas, before that- happy scenes- a marriage, children- twins... The thread wove a story moving back many centuries-
Hakon affectionately ran a finger over the thread," I am going to begin sewing my history into it, I... Was going to add our meeting."
Aven smiles, placing his hand over hers as she traces along the stitching. "I would be honored, Hakon: thank you."
He leans in to kiss her gently on the cheek. Her suggestion made a wave of heat pass through his chest, like a flare of affection.
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She offers hima bright smile and a soft laugh, reaching up to lace her fingers through his hair," Well- welcome to my home, my love," she sings softly, leaning upward to kiss him," You should go explore- I think I'll stay here and start... It's a good time to rest any way," she hums with a slight smile.
(Time to meeeeeeet Bahamut xD)
Aven gives her another peck on the cheek, waving a very temporary goodbye as he exits the room to leave her to her work. It hadn't occurred to him that she might know how to sow: she didn't seem the type, but he did suppose it involved stabbing something with metal repeatedly, so it was indirectly up her alley, so to speak.
He chuckles at his own tasteless joke as he makes his way down the hall, looking for the dining room: he was actually quite hungry after the journey here.
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His nose would soon lead him to a small kitchen, a massive wild hog was roasting slowly on a spit over a fire, fats popping and sizzling delicateably- other meats and grains were being prepared- there was no signs of fruit and very few vegetables- clearly they were working with what the land gave. All had a yeasty, heady, pleasant scent.
Almost immediately an old woman approached him, wielding a ladel like a sword," Wot ye want boy?" She grunts but offers a toothless smile, pointing the silver weaponry at him rather menacingly
Aven is caught off guard by the woman, but he smiles nonetheless. "Do you have any beef? It happens to be my favorite." The distinct lack of vegetables, he figured, was a result of the climate. This meat was most likely farm raised or caught right there in the area, so he wasn't sure what kinds they stocked.
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" Beef?!" She squawks before shaking her head, white-grey locks flapping from side to side like a flustered goose throwing a fit. Nonetheless, the Ladel smacked him between the eyes sharply- nothing painful but just a stinging swat," Beef is fer fools, boy- come- COME-" she grabs hold of his arm, dragging him into the kitchen- a wave of dry heat and delicious smells would slam into him like a wall- it was clear he was about to be stuffed like an easter chicken.
"Eh!" Aven squeaks in surprise at the ladle, helpless as he is dragged through the doors of the kitchen and toward a meal he would not soon forget. His nose twitches at the myriad of dancing aromas, whetting his appetite. He would eat everything they gave: you can never have too much food as a dark matter being.
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Immediately he was sat at a long table likely reserved for staff and the like, the old woman over the course of several long minutes beginning to pile a nearby cutting board with an assortment of spiced and cooked meats- placing it before him- clearly intending to show him Beef was an iferiornmeat compared to boar, quail, hare, and other exotic animals residing in the ahrsh plains including a rather fatty yet tender slice of 'Rock Rhino'-
As he sat, a group of men, likely smiths visiting their lovers and wives in the kitchens settled down on the opposite end of the tables from him, speaking in low voices. " The Theocog drove off another wolf last night, they are getting bolder with the livestock."
" If we take the herds to grace in the foothills now, the babes will be surely slaughtered in the night if we cannot protect them even in broad daylight!"
" Have faith, Lady Hakon will hear of it soon enough, but allow the War-Torns to rest for now... I can only imagine the horrors they've witnessed.."
Aven begins to dig in to the vast array of meats, savoring in each one's unique flavor, from mild to gamey, processing each into dark matter in his stomach. His smile becomes wider with every bite, never having tried many of the cuisines before him, especially the 'Rock Rhino'...
The voices of the other men at the table roused his interest as they spoke. "What is this you fellows converse over? I would not underestimate Lady Hakon's capacity for strength in matters of protecting her own." He continues to gorge on the feast, grunting a few times in appreciation to the cook.
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All three men turn toward him, giving him incredulous looks before one sighs," If you're going to tell us what we already know, you might as well share some o' that food."
" Henrick-" his counterpart started sternly, Henrick merely shrugs with a smirk as his companion shook his head before turning back to Aven," Don't mind him- his stomach is as abyssmal as the sea. You seem to be that boy that the Lady was traveling with, eh? Well- then you might as well know- we're having a pest problem. Wolves're taking our domesticated herds, all but the Theocog 'ave been effected... It's unusual-"
Aven raises an eyebrow as he stuffs another hunk of meat in his mouth, chewing and swallowing thoughtfully. "Do wolves usually prey on Theocog? Forgive me, I am not very familiar with the species, so I cannot see what is unusual."
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" Wouldn't dare, too big, too mean-" The man waves his hand dismissively,"- We've always lost a few animals each year to predators, this is the first time we've lost so many in such a short time. The Wolves are getting bolder," he shakes her head angrily, running a hand through his hair.
One of the men slowly slips forward to grab a piece of meat but his hand is briefly squashed by the ladle seeming to rise from the steam of the cooking fires- a soup demon... Horrifying.
Aven puzzles over the problem. He had an obvious way he could help, but he couldn't be seen doing it: not to mention it would take at least a week of solid work. "Don't you have fencing for the herds?" Animals, even predators like wolves, stay away from concentrated dark matter: it's part of their instincts. By replacing the fencing they have with dark matter fencing, wolves would leave the herds alone completely.
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" Fences would discourage the wild prey animals from wandering near enough to hunt- besides, the herds need the open space to graze as well- double edged sword, eh?" Henrick was busy shaking out his stinging hand as he spoke, smirking.
" You have any ideas, city boy?"
Aven shakes his head. "None that fit that method, no." Something about what one of the men had said struck a chord in his mind, however. "Did you, perchance, say that the wolves have been stealing the animals, as in taking them away, or was that another way of saying that they killed and ate them on the spot?"
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" eh-" Henrick glanced at his companions, both seemed to pause thoughtfully before answering," Both, actually- though most've gone missing- poof- maybe some blood, but nothing more."
One of the other tilts his head," I s'ppose its part of the curse of the Berserkers, eh?"
" Oh don't start that again, or ol' Maldie will-"
The ladle wielding woman suddenly appears, swatting henrick again across the head with the ladle, causing the man to yelp and cradle his cranium," Ah- fockin' hell Maldie!"
" 'T's what you get for speaking of the Berserkers, they'll bring to ruin to us if ya speak badly..."
Aven stops eating, cradling his chin, deep in thought. "Then your problem is not only wolves: Wolves, as a whole, do not take prey from the kill spot, unless the animal is small enough to carry in their mouth. They devour their kills where it lies. even feeding their young with regurgitated food until they are old enough to come on the hunt." He sighs. "Dare I ask, what is this 'curse of the berserkers' you speak of?"
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Henrick begins quickly," It's nothing- just an old wives' tale used to scare children-"
" No!" Maldie squeals, again the ladle being wielded with righteous fury, Henrick faceplanted intothe wooden table, moaning in agony as the old woman chirps, undetered," Old tales, Berserkers are madmen who believe themselves to have the ability to taken on the form of animals when entering into a feral rage- they roam the moars at night, 'specially during full moons-"
" she's mad just-" *bang* ," AGH fockin' sonovaWHORE!!"
" Quiet!"
Aven laughs at the comic display. "You're speaking of the Were-beings, correct?" He chomps down on a tender piece of Rock Rhino, sighing in awe of the robust flavor. "They're real, alright: I've fought one. Hell, I've fought stranger than that, but... story for another time." It seems his appetite is insatiable as he scarfs down piece after piece of the meat set before him.
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" Were-beasts? No-no- they are not were-beasts!" The old woman insists, sitting down with a harumph," Is like comparing beef to rock rhino- same but not! Berserkers are much worse, much more primal- only rely on PUREST and most PROMINENT of instinct- so very fearsome," she purses her thin lips sadly," To the disbeliever who doth go alone, theyshall soon be made to atone." She repeats as if from some old tale before pointing the ladle in Aven's face-
" The berserkers are angry, someone made them so- or else they'd leave us be as always. Watch the flocks and you will see! You'll all see!!"
Aven continues to scarf down the meat, stopping briefly in between to speak. "I'll tell you what: you keep this meat coming for a while longer, and I'll take care of your Berserker problem tonight." He gulps down another chunk. "Ah- deal?"
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Old Maldie pauses, seeming to mull over his proposition before nodding and pushing herself up," At least someone appreciates my cooking," She huffs," Deal." before striding off to prepare more food.
Henrick meanwhile, rubbed the back of his head, wincing as his counterparts snickered. He turns to Aven," You really think its the Berserkers, eh?"
Aven shrugs. "I've seen walking skeletons with personalities, demon cats that act like humans, a Demon lord that can trap people in cards and remotely control them, and countless other oddities. I can't say for sure that it is these Berserkers you speak of, but I wouldn't be surprised."
He finishes the last piece of meat, a chunk of quail, before leaning back briefly in his chair and hiccuping. "To be honest, whether it's wolves or Berserkers, most things go down the same: sword through the heart."
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" You would think so, wouldn't you?" Henrick mutters before arching an eyebrow at Aven," You've been through a lot, eh...? I can't say I envy you- but one thing that legend always has said about these Bererkers is that - Like Maldie rambled about-" she flinched as if expecting a Ladle to come flying from the steam to knock him unconcious before continuing,"- they don't feel pain, infect others with bites, like were-beasts Yeah... But-" he hold up a finger,"- whatever instinct is suppressed the most by the individual will come to light in all its primal fury, rage, fear, lust- whate'er it may be."
" So if it does turn out to be Berserkers, don't be around someone you like, eh?"
Aven nods slowly. "Duly noted, Henrick, that information is useful. I'll be careful, you don't need to worry about me." He hiccups again, a bit red in the face.
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Another plate heaped with steaming meats appeared in front of him, Henrick watches with a slightly arched eyebrow," Aye... Ye alrght there, city boy?"
Aven digs in once more, a blissful look on his face. "Yes, I'm quite alright, this food is simply delicious." He proceeds to scarf down everything in front of him, rising and bowing to Old Maldie. "Thank you, madam, it was a delight sampling your fantastic cuisine, I stand corrected on my favoritism of beef: I'm afraid I can no longer choose between any of them!" He strides out, waving nobly, a reddish tint still present on his cheeks.
As he walks up the stairs once more, continuing to digest the food, his complexion reddens further, and by the time he reaches the room where Hakon is, he is completely flushed. He opens the door a bit sleepily. "Hi, Haky..."
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Hakon was sitting upon the bed, the banner draped over her bare legs- clad in a white linen night gown by thenlook of it- it was clear she was not planning on leaving that particular bedroom any time soon. As he opened the door, she squeaks and sticks her index finger in her mouth, clearly having pricked her finger on the needle she had been working with. Looking up, her finger tucked between her lips, she arches an eyebrow and smiles.
" Aaaaaavey~" she sings, tilting her head slightly,"- why're you so ready? It's adorable."
Aven smiles lightly, a bit of a childish look on his face. "I might have eaten a little too much..." He makes his way over to her, plopping down beside her and nuzzling close to her side. "Will you cuddle with me, Haky?"
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Carefully shifting the banner to a safe position, she smiles faintly as he curls up like a massive cat," Alright- Alright- I will- just let me finish this-" she hums, briefly lacing her fingers through his hair affectionately before folding the banned, moving on her knees to fold it carefully into the chest at the foot of the bed before returning to him, opening her arms wide," Are you drunk?" She muses softly
Aven giggles as she runs her fingers through his hair, and tips into her embrace as she returns, nuzzling between her breasts shamelessly. He looks up with as serious a face he could muster, which still happens to be a telltale smile. "Nooooo~" His voice is noticeably softer, an innocent tone carrying throughout.
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" 'Noooo'?" She mockingly echoes, mimicking his whine playfully as she blushed profusely but cradles him close," Are you sure?" Leaning doward to press her lips against his forehead," But you've suddenly turned into a toddler...? A tall toddler?" She teases gently
He pouts playfully at the comment. "If I'm a toddler, I am a veritably genius one, at that..." He melts in her embrace, letting worries fly free, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I love you, Haky... let's never be apart."
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" We never will be," she promises, stroking his hair as she crosses her legs, swaying slightly as if rocking him to sleep," You're so weird- I love you," she snickers, nuzzling his ear
Aven slowly drifts off into dreamland, but as he does, music like a group of soft violins echoes from the shadows, to the tune of the lullaby she'd sung to him before. His lips curl into a blissful smile as he unconsciously directs the gentle symphony, and he slumps against her bosom, already deep within the recesses of rest.
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As she held him close, she too, eventually began to doze- and once darkness fell into the room, she too- fell asleep- curled up with her dearest love in her arms...
The moon rose and the plains fell silent but for the wind and occasional sounds of livestock stirring, the manor creaking...
Aven stores from his slumber, the sound of livestock jolting his mind awake. Shit, how long had he been asleep? He made a deal to take care of their berserker issue!
Come to think of it, it's also Hakon's business to mind the herds: they are her lands, he was positive that she would also want to help solve the problem, and he didn't want to go behind her back in any way, not when she trusted him so.
He slowly, and a bit reluctantly, detached himself from her bosom, whispering to her gently while running his fingers through her hair. "Haky... Haky, wake up, we've got some work to do, baby..." He blushes as that last word rolls off his tongue. Where did that come from? Well, at least it was a bit cute... he gazed over her sleeping form, eyes training on her lightly parted lips. He leans in and kisses her gently to rouse her the rest of the way.
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Sleepily she wraps her arms about his neck, pulling him closer as she kissed him deeply in a half-awake state. Slowly she awoke fully," Muh..? What is it?" She asks, squinting at him.
Outside, a lone figure wandered the yurts and low wooden buildings. Bony fingertips brushig the thick fabric- nails curving into vicious talons of white bone that tore small scratches in wood and linen. It had been so long since he had dared return home- but she was here. He had to. He had to come home... She was here...
Aven indulged her in the kiss, smiling. "I gathered from Henrick and Old Maldie that your herds are being preyed on by something other than wolves, it might be 'berserkers', as Maldie suggested. I thought we could scout it out together, to avoid what happened last time we were separated." He kisses her again, deep and loving. "I wouldn't want anyone else to watch my back but you, Haky."
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At the mention of Berserkers, her eyes widen noticeably, quickly softening again as she nestles against his chest," Berserkers are nothing but tales to scare children," she mutters into his chest, holding him close," Let the shepards handle it." They was a slight tremor to her form- barely perceptible... Did the notion of Berserkers actually... Frighten her? The Major of Ansgar's Hand?
He reached the manor and slowed deliberately, idly approaching the ancient timbers that held the house together before slowly tapping his talons along the grain of the wood. Small swirls of wood and splinter sliding delicately up from the razor talons,"..." his deep red eyes flicker up the carvings, the children's carvings in the wood. This was his childhood home- yet... Yet no more. The wind whistled, blowing his wispy platinum locks awry atop his head, his lips twitching slightly under the scraggled beard that had formed after many years of isolation.
He could smell her... God- so sweet, familiar- it brough back memories of nestling close and- wait... There was another- another here?!
Crimson eyes shoot upward toward the topmost windows of the manor..
Aven pulled her close, noticing her slight nervousness. "It's okay, Haky, there's nothing to be afraid of. Berserker or not, it makes no difference, we can solve anything together." He caresses her shoulders, trying to calm her nerves. What could have her frightened? Even the mountain spirit hadn't shaken her like this, had she met a berserker before?
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" Go back to sleep Aven," she murmurs- shutting her eyes tightly as she nestles against him, hiding her face to him as she tries to pretend or at least force herself to doze off. She just wanted to forget- she just wanted to have a night and a day to just rest. She never realized how much she desired or needed such respite until she returned home-
Aven starts to protest about how he made a deal, and he can't break his word, when he stops abruptly, his eyes wide. Reverberations through the shadows alert him to a presence that had entered the manor, something foul, manic. It sent a chill down his spine: him, a dark matter being! "Something's here, Hakon. I... I don't know what it is, but it doesn't feel human." A shiver runs through him as his mind struggles to comprehend the emotion he was feeling: fear?!
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" Please-" her hand reaches up to grasp the collar of his shirt tightly, pulling closer to him- now trembling rather clearly, her voice a pleading whisper," Just sleep. He'll go away if we pretend he's not here." she begs quietly, squeezing her eyes more tightly shut as tears begin to spring free- God not now... Not him.
A small smile curled thin lips, he could smell terror- taste it thick and salty in the yeasty air. It tasted wonderful upon his tongue, which slipped briefly out as if to get clearer access to the emotion wafting from the manor. He debated this now as he circled the timber building, talons idly tracing the grain of the wood. Should he go in? Say hello to his dearest little Sister and her companion?
At the thought of another holding her- oooooh it made his blood boil. He would relish making the stranger suffer- enjoy them both wallowing in agony- hm... What a delectable thought.
Aven places a hand on her cheek, wiping away a tear. "Haky... please don't cry, my heart can't bear to see you sad." He kisses her forehead once more. "We'll stay right here, Haky, together." Hugging her close, his body heat warms her. "Just close your eyes, forget everything but you and I. Everything will be okay."
He isn't sure of his words himself, but it's all he could do. He couldn't bear to see her cry. The one thing he is sure of, though, is that he would not let a single hair on her head be harmed, no matter WHAT that thing is.
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Hakon shudders, taking deep breathes, she could almost feel how near he was- maybe if they just stayed still, he would go away- he would leave them alone again... Please," I just want to sleep." She mutters weakly, furrowing her brow- if only she could escape into unconciousness or something equally numbing.
He reached the door now. So many brilliant ideas playing before his mind's eye- his talons rested against the thick wooden door- he stared into the dark wood in silence. Moving to push open the door- then pausing- no- he would make them agonize over his presence. Audibly he began to carve into the door, scratching out his wants methodically, calmly...
Aven's ears perked at the noise, but he ignored it. The shadows pulsed sound interference, allowing them peace and quiet.
He could feel her trembling in his arms, and his presence was not enough to calm her. So, he began to sing, light orchestral music reverberating through the room.
Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes,
And save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me,
I think you know what I've been trying to say;
I promised I would never leave you, and you should always know,
Wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be far away.
His voice is smooth and clear, but deep as well, despite his normal, light tone of voice. He strokes her hair as he sings, all in an effort to assuage her worries, however prevalent they may be.
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Eventually, she stops trembling, the rise and fall of his chest, the warm vibrations of his voice- all began to relax her. Eventually she calmed enough to nestle against him, trembling ever so slightly- hefr tears having dampened his shirt as she slowly dozes off again- exhaustion- mental, emotional and physical was crashing upon the Major akin to a meteor upon the hapless earth...
He finished. The massage was clear, blunt. Perhaps he could lure out the stranger- that would be fun. But he was hungry now- so he moved away from the manner at a jog, back hunched akin to a loping wolf's as he exited the small settlement, silent as a ghost... It was time to eat.
Aven continues on through the lullaby long after she's entered her dreams, hoping that his voice would reach her even there, to soothe the nightmares he was sure would visit. As for his own rest, there would be none that night for him. Only a tireless struggle to ward off the shadows within her psyche.
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His actions work, more then he likely knows- she sleeps more soundly then she had in many years- nestled against him, grasping him close with the sound of his heart against his ear. Oh Aven- he was an angel even if he dared not to imagine it so...
The Next Morning, the sun rose- the rapid, sharp knocking of aged knuckles against the bedroom door waking them both with a start...
" Mi'lady! Mi'lady! Boy! Wake up!!" An urgent, aged voice croaks loudly
Worry immediately wracked Aven's brain. That thing... what did it do? It had been hunting the herds, that much was certain, but... the Theocog, maybe?
He rises from the bed hastily, dark matter swirling from his shadow around him and forming his armor, including the helm, which he held under his arm so he was still recognizable. "Lady Kilandre is still waking, she should be out shortly!" He waves to Hakon, and exits the room.
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Hakon groggily sat up as he exited the room- seeming to take longer then usual to get ready. She felt reluctant to leave the comfort and safety of the bedroom- alas, she knew she had to- maybe after all this was done, she could disappear and sleep for a week? What a nice thought- she quickly got dressed as her exited-
The adviser seems vaguely surprised it is Aven who comes out first but leads him down the stairs- the old man limped slightly as he spoke carefully, as if Aven wouldn't understand," More livestock taken in the night- but scratches have been found around the village... Erh- a crude message was left specifically for... You two."
He motions toward the door swung inward where several crude drawings of an... Uncouth nature had been scarred into the wood along with the words.
'That belongs to ME.'
Aven's eyes slowly widen. "Don't show this to Lady Kilandre. She has had much on her mind as of late, I will speak with her myself." He leaves back toward the room with haste, not another word spoken until he'd closed the doors behind him. His eyes are gentle as always, a hint of worry present. "Haky, what was that thing from last night? A berserker?"
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Hakon busily was braiding her hair, or at least attempting to remember how as she looks up," I... Uhm-" she pauses and looks down, her hands dropping from the silver-blonde locks," Yes- once of the creatures who did this to me-" she rests a hand on her thigh were the massive band of scarring circled the skin.
" They live on the moors- they've always plagued us but we try to keep them as nothing more then folklore- so our people do not move away. Each time they've been hunted, they've blended with us so... We can never truly wipe them out- I..." she pauses and falls silent, seeming to wither
Aven places a hand on her shoulder softly, gazing into her eyes with a firm, unbending love. "Haky, I don't know how to say this, but this one knows you. Please, if you love me, you'll let me protect you: tell me what that thing is."
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Looking up, she furrows her brow. Breathing deeply, she closes her eyes," My twin brother," she mutters under her breath, ducking her head- taking a shuddering breath," I think it's Bahamut... I don't know but- I felt like it was him."
Confusion clouds his expression at the new information. How could that be her twin brother, if it- what do those crude drawings imply?!
Aven lets go, walking over silently and sitting down on the side of the bed, the springs sighing at the weight of his armor. "Haky... I only have one more question... Why would your twin brother call you 'his'?" Aven looks up at her with a mix of sadness and fear: fear of what she might say.
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Hakon looks surprised, then frightened- looking away uncertainly as she cradles her head in her arms," When we were young... he began to start manifesting signs of being a Berserker- he started to- want me in ways brothers and sisters shouldn't want another- it was one of the symptoms-" she pauses and takes a deep breath," Mom and Dad had to banish him to protect us all... But he came back and kept trying and trying- Dad said at last he killed him, but he... He didn't- Bahamut survived."
Aven's face is a slew of emotions, and after a few seconds, he stands from the bed, his disassembling into a a long black robe, and he wordlessly pulls Hakon to his chest, gently stroking her hair. "I'm sorry, Hakon, that must have been terrifying." He rocks back and forth slowly, his eyes resolute. "But I'm here now, here to protect you. No matter what happens, I won't ever let him touch you, never. So let it out, all your fear, all your sadness, all your grief: put them on me, and I'll be your shield from this cruel world." He hugs her tightly.
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Hakon simply shales her head, hugging him tightly in response- after several minutes of hugging him, she speaks," Donmt shield me- just... Help me face it, I'll do the same for you," she murmurs, nestling closer to him," I wish there was... A time where we could just rest and be like a normal couple, you know?" She chuckles softly, shaking her head
Aven smiles gently, lifting her chin softly and gazing into her eyes. "We have our whole lives to be together, Haky. There will be plenty of time for us to relax and kiss the day away, to watch the stars rise and fall with the night." He guides her face to his, their lips slowly, tenderly pressing together.
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Hakon nods faintly and looks up, hugging him around the neck as she kisses him back tenderly. He was right- her fears and worries melted away holding him like this- and more then anything she just wanted to stay like this forever...
Of course the Gods would never allow that, and is of Queue, the door slammed open again," My Lady! Aven! The herds are being attacked by.... By creatures!"
Aven ends the embrace in surprise, his brow furrowing together. Bahamut! He gives Hakon a reassuring look, as if to say, 'It's time we face this.' He turns to the messenger. "We're on our way, have the area evacuated." He ushers the person out in a hurry, closing the door abruptly, before dark matter swirls around him, cladding him in his armor from head to toe to protect him from the sunlight. "We need to hurry."
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Hakon pulls away long enough to curse, quickly moving to get dressed- the adviser looks at her questioningly but she nods in firm silence, causing the man to scurry away quickly.
" Go ahead, I will catch up- I promise, I can't materialize into my armor sadly," she chuckles weakly, moving swiftly to strip from the casual clothing and begin slapping on her armor.
Aven laughs, despite the situation. "Not having to dress myself is certainly one of the perks of this form, that's for certain." He waves as he exits the room. "I'll try to save some monsters for you, but no promises~!" He sings humorously, closing the door behind him and clacking his way down the hall in a rush. This time, he would make sure she was safe, so he would refrain from using shadow form to get there quicker, instead waiting at the door of the manor for her.
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Hakon appears several minutes later, clearly having rushed as she slams the helm over her head- having seeming to left her usual war armor behind in the place of sparse yet functional leather armor. Moving at a run toward the stables, she quickly swings onto Purgatorio's back- no saddle needed.
Merely seconds later she tilted her head toward him, furrowing her brow," Not bringing beatrice?" she questions softly
He shakes his head. "Beatrice is less than useless in a fight, believe me. Better to leave her here." He glances at Purgatorio. "May I... Ride with you?"
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" No- I'm going to make you walk-" she snorts playfully, reaching down, offering him her hand," Come on- I've wasted enough of our time-" she looks up, seeming to have already been tracking the Shepard's movements- the air of the village seemed to be crackling with tension- it was so silent... So silent and terrible, as if the inhabitants were holding their breath while their shepherds fought for the flocks...
He takes her hand, jumping onto Purgatorio's back with a substantial leap. As he lands, however, a look of distress enters his expression, a small whimper of pain as he landed on his.... Package, wrong. "Ah...!?" Stifling any further noise, he gestures for them to go.
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Purgatorio briefly looks back, apparently on his bare back, the sensation of a 'package' being squashed was an unpleasant sensation for the both of them to say the least. Before moving into a lope rather swiftly, stretching out his great legs as they ripped through the village and into the countryside. Te wind roared like a thousand angry dragons in their ears- and soon they came upon a ridde, beneath the ridge, the animal cries of death, despair and rage reached them easily- and upon alighting it, they would look down to see a massive herd of thick skinned beasts locked in battle with twisted furless monsters of vast variety- shepards riding horses or the rare Theocog attempting to calm the beasts while keeping them together as the furless monstrosities dragged the occasional calf away from hapless mother- either to be devoured instantly, chased jnto the distance or saved by the maddened herd mate.
Chaos...
And he loved it. He ripped the throat of a nearby horse with a mere flick of his skeletal wrist- the beast squealing before falling to the ground- the rider crying out- before falling silent as thick, sweet and metallic blood gushed between his gums upon sinking them into the man's slender throat. Ah- there was another he wished to know so intimately, see the light die from her eyes as her hands vainly scrabbled at his chest- perhaps one day... Perhaps... sniff... a vicious smile curled is wolfen lips-
Perhaps today...
Aven stiffens at the scene, and his eyes immediately lock onto the figure gorging on blood. His eyes widen as he feels the pressure of it's magic, a disgusting, vile presence. He shakes slightly at the image, his voice doing the same. "H-Hakon, I cannot beat that with a sword. There's... there's no way..."
She could feel him tremble behind her, even through the armor. In his mind, a terror blooms into existence, as the scene of his death plays out before him, a result of his fervent wish to keep appearances as a normal soldier. The blood would be ripped from his body, his skin rent and devastated, and Hakon prey to the creature's wishes... He could not allow it!
But... if he used his powers, word would surely get out, and he would be torn from Hakon by the Mordecai... What could he do? What was his course of action?!
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Perhaps this was the beast's intentions. Catch them both in daylight, amongst prying eyes where the all their secrets could be put literally to light. Upon closer inspection, he was the largest of the berserkers by far- as well as the most monsterous. While most only maintained human appearance with at most elongated limbs and sharpened teeth. These seemed to be those that were controlled by rage-
He, Bahamut- seemed to be more if a hairless wolf-beast, his face twisted to represent a terrible muzzle rowed with massive teeth- sparse white fure strwtched across his muscular yet terrible mutated body... truly disgusting- but his eyes remained intelligent- if not utterly mad. He sneered at them, raising a talonned claw, beckoning the onlookers on the ridge to come... come to him.
Hakon leaned back slightly murmuring," then- we avoid him, just take out the others and... Get the flock away," she stammers weakly
Aven grips her waist, shaking terribly now. "I'm...I'm scared, Haky... is this how soldiers feel when facing mages?" He grips tighter. "I'm beginning to understand... why magic is so feared and hated."
He shakes his head vigerously, beckoning the strategist to the forefront of his mind. "No, he's after us, not the herd: he won't let us be like that. We just...we need to face him head on. Your aura should keep him in check somewhat, and I'll disguise myself so that no one knows it is me using my powers."
After ensuring that no ordinary people are observing, a cloud of dark matter surrounding him as his body shifts, twists, and morphs back into a familiar sight: his normal body, coupled with the same black outfit he wore when they met. His hair, however, is long, black and luscious, as though he'd grown it out his whole life. It hangs over his shoulders and down it back, as his eyes droop from the beating rays of the sun. "Let's go, Haky..."
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Glancing back at him, she frowns slightly- she was clearly frightened from the way her eyebrows furrowed weakly and gaze darkened. She reaches back to briefly grasp his hand in her own as Purgatorio obediantly followed the direction of her knees, quickly galloping down the ridge.
Bahamut turned, resting his long knuckles upon the ground as he began to stride confidently toward them on all fours, lips twisted back in a terrible smile. Yes- she was coming to him- God, how long had he dreamt of this? Her running to him- hm... So long..
Aven whispers in Hakon's ear, propping himself up a bit to do so, as he had actually made himself significantly shorter in the transformation, nearly eight inches so. His voice is more confident now, though a slight weakness can be heard, almost a tired sound. "I'm going to keep him busy: make sure you stay on the defensive, and don't let him bite you, no matter what." His presence behind her disappears, and an oval of shadow shoot forward ahead of even Purgatorio's pace. Wasting no time, four tendrils of shadow strike out from the Aven's melded form as it gets within ten meters of Bahamut, moving along with his momentum and seeking to bind his limbs.
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Immediately, Bahamut broke into a suddenly sprint- his elongated, twisted body eating up the ground with utterly no problem. As the tendrils broke forward, he bared his teeth in a snarling grin, the first to reach him was batted aside with no problem, the next was caught in his teeth- as if it were a material object, and torn- torn akin to flesh being ripped from bone. The others stood little chance- he merely ripped past them- continuing to rip toward Aven, opening its maw," COME TO ME BOY!" pouncing on Aven in an instance, talons outstretched.
Hakon bristled in fear, brandishing her sword and shield. Preparing to strike once she got in range, of course-
Aven's shadow through his talons, the physical matter unable to harm him in his melded form. The tendrils follow him past, whipping around and stabbing at Bahamut's back. Immediately, Aven launches from out of the shadow, touching it briefly, causing it to stay in place with his manipulation, maintaining the shadow tendrils form. He skids along the ground, wincing as the ground tears into his skin, leaving a small trail of black blood along the ground. "Come get me!" He had to keep Bahamut's attention divided if they were going to win this.
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The beast snarls, the sun wracked with pain only to change as it grasped the tendrils in a massive claw, slamming them to the ground whilst simultaneously ripping after Aven- his red eyes were wide with wild rage, red dog-like tongue lolling as foam rolled from his lips. This time- he managed to lash his talons across Aven's legs- clearly intending to rip tendons to keep him from scurrying out of reach again.
Hakon's heart beat wildly in his chest, causing her to tremble as she quickly rips toward him on Purgatorio's back- please- please don't let him be bitten-
He didn't expect Bahamut to be so fast! Aven grits his teeth as the beast tears through his clothes and flesh like butter, ripping though his leg and making it unusable. Black blood streams from the wound, and the scorching rays of the sun ensure that it cannot mend. He scrambles backward, fear in his eyes, but a fear backed by a plan. It's the only way... I'm sorry, Haky...
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Towering over him, all but blocking out of the sun with his twisted bulk, sneering down at him as the claws suddenly slam into the earth, effectively crushing his throat with his palm,"..." slowly lowering its mutated muzzle, Bahamut smirks,"... I'm going to make you watch." his throaty, low rasp a mere whisper of pure delight.
He seemed intent upon breaking Aven's neck from the way his claws slowly maneuvered to prick the skin of his cheeks- rising up to his full height while simultaneously watching Hakon's advance. He wanted to be sure she saw this as he tore her love to pieces...
Tears immediately sprung to her eyes as she kicked Purgatorio's flanks harder- just a couple more meters and she could help Aven-!
Aven's grimace becomes a triumphant grin as Bahamut's shadow darks to near pitch black, and Aven's leg mends itself within two seconds. At the same time, eight tendrils lunge out from around Aven, racking mercilessly spearing through non-vital sections of Bahamut's torso, arms, and legs, then looping back into the darkness and melding into them, effectively imprisoning the beast to his own, immovable shadow. "Watch what, monster?"
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Seeming to realize the conundrum he had been placed in- Bahamut's crimson eyes widen a fraction before hissing," Then you shall die with me." his voice a low hiss as his jaws suddenly leap wide and lung for him- only for the sharp fangs to peirce into Aven's flesh upon his chest- just over his heart.
" Aven!" She screams, the very moment she reaches him, she turns the blade so the flat iron faces him- slamming it into the beast's cranium so his skull all but caved in with the impact, his jaws ripping away a sizeable chunk of flesh from Ave's breast in the process
Aven's eyes fly open in shock as his flesh is torn away, nicking the aortic valve of his heart, pooling blood into the wound at an alarming rate. His consciousness fades as his brain is robbed of the necessary oxygen, even as the flesh rebuilds itself.
Strangely, his body also begins to bulk up, returning to the form he'd been using the past months, the same regenerating, fleshy noises resounding from it. A wispy voice escapes his throat. "Ha...kon..."
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Hakon turns suddenly on Purgatorio, all but slamming into the twisted figure of her brother- her strength and momentum all but ripping him off her love as she quickly cradles him in her arms," Aven- Aven! Oh God-!" her voice breaks into broken sobs as she presses her face into his neck- shuddering," PLease- please stay with me-!"
The white theocog proceeds to sow pure fury upon the Berserker- whom nimbly dodges each strike- howling- the other back off the flock as well, seeming content and full
Aven's body, at this point, has completely transitioned back to the soldier form. His eyes flicker to stay open. "I'm...fine... Haky..." He coughs, and trickle of black blood runs down his cheek. "Win..."
Even as his mind slips slowly into unconsciousness, Aven can feel an intrusion, something foriegn in his head, as though very thoughts were being overwritten. He struggles to keep control, if only for this fight. He extends out a hand, and a thick pillar of shadow spears the beast through the stomach, holding it in place.
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Hakon leans down, pressing her forehead against his," N-no- I an't leave you like this, you're... Y-you're-" she gasps, nearly sobbing as ears gushed from her hazel-grey eyes," Idiot-" her whole body shuddered- she should have known. She should have known.
Bahamut yowls, the flesh around the wound swelling and boiling like oil over water, a swift blow by a massive hoof silencing him as the theocog plunges forward again with a roar.
Aven's head clouds further and further, but he leans forward to kiss her lips lightly, a faint smile on his face. "I... just... need some...sleep." With her proximity, she can feel his pulse level out to a normal rate as his eyes close, his head slumping back into unconsciousness.
The sounds of battle fade away for Aven, replaced only by darkness...
Aven's eyes flutter open, a familiar, warm sensation rousing him from slumber. He is greeted with Hakon's worried visage, bare skin against his own, their legs hopelessly tangled. His cheeks light up red, and he goes to speak, to tell her that he is okay and not to worry, but a sudden, overpoweringly voracious thought startles him into silence. Fondle her.
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Hakon wraps her arms about his neck, her face pressed against his as she breathed deeply in a peaceful slumber though small streaks showed across her eyes like a half made transparent racoon's mask... Had she been crying? She never cried- nonetheless, as he moved, she did as well..
" A... Aven?" She looks up at him blearily
Fade to black...
Aven stirs from his slumber, still nestled in Hakon's bosom. Unlike other days, he cannot think of anything he needs to do: they are on leave, he can simply... nuzzle further into her embrace, and lay awake with his beloved. Aven does just that, shifting closer to Hakon and relaxing with the heat of her skin on his.
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Hakon blinks slowly as she awakens with him nustling against her bare bust. Blushing profusely, her gently hugging him tightly as she cuddles bim closer. What was this... Peace? They could lie in bed with no worries..? Incredible- she leans down to press her lips to the top of his head.
Aven grins up at her, chuckling. "Morning, Haky~" He sings, his voice light and carefree. "How are you feeling?" Another question rose in his head as the words left his mouth: what exactly happened after he passed out on the battlefield? All he knew was that he woke up with Hakon cuddling him...
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Hakon shivers once and holds him close, nuzzling his hair," Everything is fine~" she breathes, inhaling his familiar scent," I can't believe we are... Here-" she pauses, she didn't know what else to say- was this- was this peace?
Aven wraps his arms around her, just as unsure of their situation. Previously, when he wasn't hiding from Mordecai or enacting his plans, he was resting in the shadows, always on guard. To be able to lay still in the morning with the woman he loved with no fear of attack... it was almost numbing to think about. "I think... I prefer this peace. I can't wait until this war is over, and I can hold you as much as I want..."
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Hakon nuzzles his soft, silvery locks," Can we just lie here? I-I'm kind of sore," she admits and giggles softly, resting upon her side to gaze at him.
Aven grins mischievously. "I would, but there's a fee of one kiss to stay in bed through the morning, and I'm all out..." He glances up expectantly.
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Snickering quietly, she squirms downward, gently tilts his chin upward to kiss him deeply, her legs wrapping about him to draw him closer. She kisses him more deeply, trying to convey every microbe of affection and love to him.
Accepting the kiss, he blushes slightly, curling his legs around one of hers as they become less and less two separate beings. His tongue massages hers as they kiss, coming to the realization that he could never express in words how fervently he never wished to let her go, the extent to which he loved everything about her. Could he be happier than he is now? He doubted it...
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Hakon at last pulls away, sitting up to smile down at him," Does that work?" She asks softly
He pulls her down into the covers playfully, pulling them over as he nuzzles against her once more, chuckling as he settles into the sheets once more. "Like a charm."
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Beamig, she nestles close to him, snuggling with him enthusiastically as she snuggles close to him- quieting down after a moment. Simply relishing his presence before slowly sitting up," Hey- would you want to... Go out?" She asks suddenly
A small look of disappointment crosses Aven's visage as she separates herself from him, his expression saying, 'Come back and cuddle!' Despite that, Aven raises a curious eyebrow at the proposal. "I suppose that depends; where to, Haky?"
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" The meadows, where the herds grace, It should be safe-" she chirps quietly, tilting her head to one side," We can stay there and rest, and eat, and... Relax,"
Aven smiles at the idea: even if the sun is out, so long as they can relax, it would be fine for him to be weakened. "That sounds lovely, Haky. When should we go?"
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" Whenever," she murmurs, suddenly moving to straddle him, leaning over him with a tiny smile," When would you like to go?" She inquires, tilting her head as her white- blonde locks tickle his nose.
Aven eye's beckon her to him once again. "I'd like to go in the late afternoon, that should be a beautiful time of day for the countryside." He shifts slight under her as his member thinks for itself, Aven trying to will it soft, to no avail.
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Hakon smiles mischieviously as she leans down to press her lips against his forehead," Alright- what should we do in the meantime?" She inquires gently, nuzzling his nose, her platinum locks tickling his face as she continues to lavish him in affection.
Aven plants a deep kiss on her lips suddenly, savoring her taste. His hands rise to cup her breasts, as a grin spreads across his face, widening their kiss as he tilts his head, pressing further. "Mmm..."
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Hakon blushes profusely but settles down upon his lap to kiss him more deeply- ah she loved this stupid, silver-haired man.
Fade to black- relaxation time is sexy time!
Hakon sits up and stretches, slipping from the warm grip of the sheets and her lover, she turns with a slight smile before humming," I need to go wash up- there happens to be a river within the meadows we can use if you'd like?" she inquires with a soft smile, moving about the room to pick up her clothing strewn about wantonly.
Aven's smile slips away in sadness for a moment as she leaves his embrace, but his smile bounces back just as quickly as it left. "A river works: you don't have a bathhouse here in the manor, though?" He rises, dark matter quickly clothing him in his usual Alveron noblewear.
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Dressing herself in the proper Connlaothan fashion, she fastens the leather bodice quickly but stiffly as she finishes- admittedly, she was a bit sore but it was nothing too awful," No- bathhouses are a luxury that we don't care to have. Besides- who needs a great steaming tub of dirty water when you have a constant supply of fresh water?" she opens the door, glancing back at him with a weak smile
Aven shrugs nonchalantly as he approaches her and the door. "You may be correct, but one of those two is hot, no?" As he passes her, he supplies a short peck on the cheek. "I'm just teasing you, let's go while the sun can still warm us up."
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Smirking faintly, she turns to poke his cheek," Come-come now- We first met while you were wanderingin a blizzard in pitch blackness and I was freezing beside a pitiful fire- do you truly think a cold river would be too much for us?"
It was
Upon entering the meadow, herds of massive domesticated herbivores grazed upon the sparse grass in the warm, hash light of the sun- the 'river' seemed to be a natural flood canal that cut through the land- no more then 12 feet wide at its largest banks with a meagre stream of water running through it, not even enough to truly soak up to one's knees. Alas, she waded into the water after stripping bare again, carefully beginning to scoop up the frigid water- pour it over her head- followed by a gasp and a distressed," I've been spoiled-!"
Aven sinks into his shadow, which proceeds to dart onto the 'river' bottom, stopping right beside Hakon, where he emerges, also naked, shivering as he rises through the water, thoroughly soaked as his feet once again rest on the softened ground. He puts an arm around her waist, standing hip to hip as his body heat warms her. "Looks like someone needs a cuddle, then!" He grins.
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Hakon shivers once, smirking ay him as she shuddered once, proceed to slink to her knees," Careful now- we're here to get clean, not dirty~" she teases, ducking her head briefly beneath ther water, bubbles rising from her form before she appears again, her hair clinging to her had and neck like a slick white hijab.
She smiles at him brightly," Come here-" extending her hand
After chuckling at the bubbles as she comically dips under the surface, Aven raises a tentative eyebrow, taking her hand with caution. "What are you planning...?" He sensed a trap, but he didn't mind falling into a trap for her...
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Drawing him closer, her slender fingers curling about his as she pulls him down with her, reaching down with her other hands to scoop up some sandy mud from the river bottom. Playfully she spins him around- beginning to scrub the mud into his back- a surprisingly pleasant sensation despite the coarseness of the sand," Nothing- just getting you clean, you haven't had a bath like this before, have you?" she chuckles
Aven closes his eyes, shaking his head. "Certainly not: most if the time, I would bath in my family's bathhouse, and in this body, until I met you, I didn't exactly get sweaty or anything of the sort..." He stops to ponder what exactly that would mean, coming up blank. "I wonder why that is?" He doesn't suppose there could be a part of him still made if light matter, could there be? No, that would make no sense, it had to be something else: perhaps, deep down, he had desired to have a scent?
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" And now you do?" she inquires curiously, tilting her head as she finished scraping his skin clean with the first handful of sand, cupping water in her hand to pour over his back before scooping up another handful of mud- scrubbing his shoulders," Maybe... You're rememvering what it is to be human, completely human... Were you ever afraid you wouldn't fit in because of your power?" she inquires, leaning forward to kiss the back of his neck.
When she was with him, she felt such infinite happiness and comfort- it was almost overwhelming.
Aven lets his head sag forward as she cleans his shoulders. "Afraid? It was more of a certainty, to be honest. I never entertained the idea that I could fit in, much less find someone as amazing as you who would look past it all." He glances back at her. "You really have made me the happiest man alive, you know that?"
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Hakon offers him a loving smile, nuzzling the back of his head," What certainty did you find in these past few months, hm?" She pauses and winves vaguely, one hand vaguely reaching down to brush her stomach- submerged in the water as she was- scrubbing his back with the sandy soil.
Aven returns her smile. "There's only one certainty in my world: I will always love you." He twists as he says it, planting a deep kiss on her lips. Every words was the truth: he didn't know the future, and he couldn't say for sure how his actions will affect this country. But he is positive that no matter what the world throws at them, that he will always wish to return to Hakon's arms.
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Smiling brightly, she returns the embrace lovingly, pressing her lips firmly against his- the coppery flash of the ring upon his finger offering her a small burst of joy. Her hands gently massage his slender back, nuzzling his neck," My love- my love-" she sings soothingly," You're not helping get clean- you're so hopeless sometimes..." she chuckles softly swaying with him
Aven leans back into her, his worries miles away, his body flushed with all the warmth he needs despite the cold water beneath them. "Maybe I am a bit hopeless: I am hopelessly in love with you, Haky." He nuzzles back into her bosom as she does the same into his neck. "It's your fault I'm this way; maybe if you weren't so breathtakingly beautiful, I could focus on other things~"
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Hakon nuzzles neck affectionately but shakes her head playfully," You spoil me- I'm afraid I've gotten soft-" she chuckles, sliding away enough to splash some water upon his chest before idly massaging his torso. She looks up at him, platinum blonde hair slicked back over her skull as she blinks away some water droplets.
" If I may, Aven- on a serious note- what of the revolution? You... You can't follow your dreams and stay with me in comfort for ever as much as I want it-"
Aven pauses for a moment, his smile fading slightly. "Haky... I won't lie to you, it burns my spirit to know that corruption exists within my beloved country, and I will never be able to quench that fire." He looks away, the voice of his heart emerging, a result of many long hours pondering this same question. "But there's a flame that burns brighter than that in my heart now. If i need to give up my ambitions to truly be with you..." He turns to face Hakon, his eyes swimming with emotion. These words were hard, the decision even more so: but he could not deny what he felt inside, not even for his beliefs. He gazes deep into her eyes, nothing but the truth rolling from his tongue. "Haky, I... I'll give it all up for you. You're my entire world, and you come first before anything else."
He grasps her hand, cupping it between his own. "On that subject, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and... I'm going to get a Confession."
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She hugs him as he speaks, closing her eyes as she took a steadying breath- embracing him tightly. A confession... Why would he do that?! He had the power to handle anything, why would he give it up? And she said just that in a worried voice," But why? Yo-you're perfect the way you are- you may die! What would I do then? This country it needs to be.... To be changed-" she cups his face in her hands, gazing at him seriously," You're the only one that can do it!"
Aven hugs her in return, resting his chin on her shoulder as he nuzzles her head with his. "I won't die, Haky, I promise: and I'm a man of my word, remember?" He releases the embrace, performing a small half shrug, his expression whimsical. "Besides, to be frank, my magic is largely obsolete at this point: other than transmutations, there isn't really anything I can do with magic that I cannot perform better using dark matter." A small, rounded tendril of shadow rises from the water beside him, patting Hakon on the head. It feels squishy, like flesh. "A confession will only take away the magic I was born with, which, mind you, I cannot use in battle anyway when I'm fighting alongside you." He grins. "As a final reason, judging by how Artorias Frostmane, the Grandmaster of the Mordecai order, also uses biological abilities, there should be no reason for me to need to conceal my powers. I'll become much stronger in combat this way."
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Hakon's hands stroke his cheek, her eyes flickering as she gazes into his,"... I worry- what if... They know what you stand for?" She inquires softly, furrowing her brow at him,"... I'm afraid for you, Aven-" her hands curling into loose fists upon his shoulders
Aven smiles softly, trying to ease her worry. "I'd be worried if they could use magic, and could possibly read my thoughts. Don't you trust me, Haky?" He runs a hand down her cheek, tilting his head slightly to the left.
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" I trust you-" she murmurs, leaning her face into his palm, sighing deeply," But no one else, I'm afraid," she turns to kiss his palm, nuzzling his hand as she embraced his waist- pressing close to him in the frigid water. She worried profusely, but it was alright- he would be alright... Right?
Aven massages her back gently as he cradles her against his chest. His heart beats rhythmically with hers, set aflutter by even her slightest touch. Aven loves her so much, it makes it almost painful to let go of her for even a moment. This longing, this desire drove him to lengths he would have never considered, all so he could hold her just like this. He never wanted it to end. "As long as I have you, Haky, I don't need anything else."
The heat of his body warms her from the frigid waters, inviting her even closer.
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Smiling weakly, she nods and embraces him tightly to her, nuzzling his neck as she continues to scoop water over his back thoughtfully with her palms before murmuring," Come- lets get ourselves cleaned up-"
Many long minutes of splashing and 'scrubbing' later...
Hakon emerges from the water, resting upon her stomach upon a large, flat rock jutting out over the tiny stream. The sun causes steam to rise from her skin as she rests her cheek upon her hand, falling utterly silent as she shifts thoughtfully.
Aven lies beside her, his eyes drooping. The sun is beginning to take it's toll on him, but from his peaceful expression, it would be hard to tell so: cuddled against Hakon, Aven feels safer than in his own shadow. He speaks drowsily to her, a light smile gracing his expression. "Haky... what should we do now?" It seems in the light, he'd forgotten what they came out for.
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" Eat?" She suggests lazily, her eyes fluttering shut," Talk? Be lazy? Get old and fat? There is plenty for us to do, Avey-" she returns, her voice a low, content purr as she stifles a yawn. Slowly she felt her body begin to uncoil and relax- ah, it had been years since her shoulders drooped so-
Aven scootches closer, his smile widening considerably as his skin rests against hers. "I could do the first three..." He pecks her cheek softly and tiredly, before snuggling fully up to her body as he falls asleep from the sun.
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Resting her arm over his back, she chuckles softly, leaning toward him enough to peck his cheek lovingly," You can't grow old and fat?" she teases gently, tilting her head to one side," How about... Instead-" she pauses thoughtfully, listening to his soft snores as she murmurs almost inaudibly," You change our country for the better?"
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be swept up by the warm embrace of the sun as she dozes off.
One comfortably satisfying nap later...
Aven's eyes flicker open, feeling the warm sensation of Hakon's arm draped over him. He grins childishly, snuggling closer. The sun was still well in the sky, and he saw no reason to interrupt her rest. She truly is adorable when she's asleep. From this angle, one would never be able to tell she was a hardened veteran of combat.
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As he shifts, she is awakened rather easily, taking a moment to squint against the setting such before nestling closer to him, her skin was dry and seemed to glow with the sun's head, tanned a darker shade though her hair remained as blisteringly white as ever,"... Aven~" she sings drowsily, offering him a tiny smile
Gazing up in surprise, he returns the smile. "Good afternoon, Haky. Did you sleep well?" Currently, he is nuzzled happily between her breasts, a goofy look of contentment present on his face.
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Hakon shifts on her back, looking down at him with a tiny smile," I did-" she admits softly, tilting her head to one side as she rests her hand upon his silvery hair, stroking the soft locks as she cradles him close- wincing slightly," Ugh- ah- why does my stomach hurt?" she sighs wearily, laying back down with a weak chuckle.
Avenn's eyes widen at her pain, and he places a hand on her stomach. "Are you alright? Did you get injured in the fight with Bahamut...?" His brow furrows in confusion. "Actually, what did happen after I passed out?"
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Resting her hand over his as she slowly shifted and fell silent, it was a long, ugly silence filled with tension before she responds slowly," ... I did my best, Aven."
His eyes filled with fear, repeating his question slowly. "Hakon... what happened after I passed out?"
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" I fought him-the others had been driven away-" she pauses and says slowly," No-nothing bad happened, he ran away-" she furrows her brow and gazes at him for a moment before sighing and resting her head upon her hand," I just- I don't know."
Aven sits up, and cradled her in his arms, the fear slowly dying down. He should stay strong for her, gods know she'd been through enough regarding her brother. "It's alright, Haky: I'm here to protect you if he comes back, and next time, I won't underestimate his strength." He smiles gently, resting his cheek against hers.
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Again, nestling in his arms, she turns her head to kiss his cheek shakily, all but quivering with emotional and physical fatuge. Though- eventually, the movement would die down, she would be still and release a small, weak yet content sigh as her eyes fluttered shut and she dozed off, there in his arms.
-SEVERAL HOURS LATER...
They would move through the empty roads of the tiny village, all but empty from the day's attack. Everyone seemed to be exhausted, but a single, rhythmic tone rang out. CLANG, CLANG, CLANG. Ringing like a mantra through the town. As they steadily worked toward the estate, a voice called out," Who's yer boy, Hakon?" rough, gruff, yet effiminate to no end.
Aven strides along with Hakon down the street, affectionately clasping her hand within his own. A voice rings out from a nearby building, and he glances over to the sound, one eyebrow raised. Maybe he wasn't the longest lived, but Aven certainly wasn't a mere boy. Well, perhaps he'd grown up a bit quick, but he certainly shouldn't appear that young, not in his physically altered form.
He understands the comment immediately, however, when he catches sight of the speaker. He'd met blacksmiths before, they tended to have a specific outlook on others: working with metal so much, flesh ceases to impress them, especially as the weapons they forge slice straight through it, save for when it is protected by the armor they also produce. To her eyes, he probably looked no different than if he were thin and frail as his original body.
Aven glances over to Hakon before he answers, whispering. "Friend of yours?"
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The Woman who straightened by the Forge was oddly reminiscent of a bear-like man from many months ago, resting her large hands upon her hips, she beams as Hakon smiles and strides over," Bhrama- this is Aven Alveron, my.... Uhm-" she flushes a vaguely reddish color, looking down as she clasped her hands.
The womans eyebrows shot up in a look of surprise, resting a large hand upon the Major's head as if she was nothing more then a child," It's unlike ye t' get so flustered, Hak- so this is yer future husband, mmm?" she eyes Aven up and down, seeming unimpressed. It was a damn shame he wasn't shredded or perhaps he would have gotten a shred of approval.
Aven sighed. It was a shame that if all times for Rufus not to be stalking him, they had to meet his female counterpart now. Regardless, he couldn't please everyone, and to try would be a fool's errand. He places his arm around Hakon's waist, pulling them together. "Yes, Hakon and I are engaged. Is there something you'd like to say? Not pleased with the fact I'm not a musclebound terror boasting the strength of a hundred men, and scars of a thousand?" Well, to be fair, he did boast the strength of at least twenty men when he fortified his muscles with dark matter tendrils, but that wasn't information he gave out.
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" Absolutely," the woman answers bluntly before turning back to Hakon," You know- I always told you beed a man who can break ye in half. Has he been doin' for ye?"
Hakon's face flushed further and she tries to put on a rather naive visage," Wha... What do you mean?" She asks carefully, forcing a bright sweet smile.
" Ye know exactly what I mean, lass, has he been- hm-" she makes a rather lewd gesture that causes Hakon to flush a bright red- smacking away the large hand tussling her paltinum locks. She laughs nonetheless and nods, murmuring something under her breath that caused the large woman to laugh raucously.
Aven becomes very, very red, unsure of how to respond to such a gesture, especially as he recalls the same motion from their... experiments. Those were very private matters, he thought she may even be more blunt than Rufus! Actually, scratch that: Rufus has a female clone, and she is standing directly in front of the two of them. "Th-th-that's n-not any of your concern, Miss Bhrama!" His gaze falters to the side, and he grips a little tighter around Hakon's waist, desperately seeking comfort from the awkwardness of the conversation.
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After mumbling some excuses, Hakon managaes to flee with Aven in tow, flushed a deep red as they retreat to the manor house," I'm so sorry- Bhrama is... Uh- Brusque," she squeaks weakly, forcing a smile.
Aven jogs along with her, laughing brightly as they go, despite himself. Bhrama may have been straightforward, but she hadn't been wrong. The two of them had become quite intimate, and honestly, he wouldn't change a thing.
As their escape slows to a stroll once more, he leans over a nuzzles his nose against Hakon's. "Reminds me of a certain man-bear from the north. She was right about one thing, for certain: we're intertwined now, and forever." He chuckles nervously. "Though, yes, her wording was brusque."
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She chuckles softly, pressing his hand warmly, a small blush rising over her skin as she looks down at the ground briefly and murmurs as she gazes at the ring," Now and forever-" her bright eyes flickering back to his as she swings their intertwined hands to and fro playfully.
" Bhrama means well, even if she isn't very good with her words, Aven- my love uhm..." she hesitates, trailing off,"- Aven, what do you think of children?"
Aven continues walking, his gentle smile persisting as they stroll along like young couples do. "I love children, they hold potential for greatness and the promise of growth, but have their innocence intact. The nobles of Connloath could learn a thing or two from that innocence, often it's something that is dismissed and trampled on, but it is from such naivety that the most pure judgements arise." He seems to misunderstand the question entirely, though he is certainly confident in his answer.
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His answer caused her to smile, it gave her hope... If he was a father she had no doubt he would be an amazing father when the time came. She suspected, her instincts telling her, that may be sooner rather then later. She looks down, unsure how to voice her concerns as she chides lightly," That is- a wise observation,"
Hakon hesitates before speaking lightly," What would you say to having children of your own?"
Aven is taken off-guard, as the meaning of the query clicks in his brain. He becomes skittish, and flushes. "Um... you mean... us, having children? Right, of course that's what you mean; I mean, what else could you mean?" His stroll degrades to somewhat of a shuffle as his mind races forty different ways at once. "I love kids, but we aren't even married yet, and what if I'm not a good father; that would be terrible, and would put so much pressure on you as a mother to raise them right, and what if they have magic abilities like me, and can't hide them, and they get caught?" Aven becomes increasingly nervous as his analysis of endless variable overwhelms him.
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Seeing his anxiety spike, before they entered the manorhouse, she stops him, reaching up and cupping his face in her hands. She gazes at him hard, but smiles- her lips curling upward in an expression so sweet it could melt hearts," My Aven, my love- when would you like to get married?" She asks softly.
She decided she would not voice her concerns, if he was so fearful, it would do no good to spike it further. Her thumbs gently stroke his cheekbones as she cups his face- trying to offer some comfort.
Aven paused as she cupped his face, and melt, his heart certainly did. The worry drained away, and he relaxes into a smile.
When should they get married? He was unsure about the question himself, though he'd originally planned to set the date after the war had ended, as he hadn't been quite sure whether he would survive the plan he had in place to overthrow Calent. With recent events, however, he'd come to understand that his first priority was not his plan, but Hakon, as selfish as the idea would have sounded to his former self not a year ago. Not only that, but in actuality, as they'd been... experimenting, he couldn't be positive if she ever became pregnant. He couldn't have her suffer the disgrace of a pregnancy out of wedlock.
Aven gazed lovingly into Hakon's eyes, pulling her tight to his chest. "I think we should be married as soon as possible. Maybe I'm not confident in my prospects as a father, but there's nothing in this world that would make me rescind my desire to be with you for the rest of my life. So... why wait?"
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She smiles, nestling against his chest, closing her eyes contently. She recalled her ambitions, her desires of years past. How many sleepless nights she had stayed awake for to no avail. Had her father done the same? He could have been a duke, if not King by the time she had been born. Had he given up that dream to be with her mother?
Given up? No- he chose a happy life rather then one filled with sorrow. How had she not seen that before? Closing her eyes, she tilted her face toward his, pressing her lips to Aven's cheek. She would do the same, perhaps she would not be remembered by all for eternity, but she would certainly be remembered by him.
" I love you, Aven,"
Wycliff's Response:
Aven smiles warmly, his doubt disappearing. Connloath needed a savior, but that was not his lot in life. He would stay with Hakon, protecting her as long as he drew breath; and maybe, in the future, a help her raise the heirs to their family name. He would choose happiness over heroism, not only for himself, but for her.
"I love you, too, Hakon." With that, Aven leans in and locks lips with Hakon, the two losing themselves in each other's arms.
Yes, they would choose happiness.
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