Dust

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[center [font "Times" A sort of a Beauty and the Beast idea mixed with some eldritch monstrocity curses.

This is set in a sort of a D&D world. High fantasy, elves, dwarves, fae, mages wandering around causing mess. All that.

[left [pic https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/96/52/d79652bf7d405fb924adb7b53cbda890.jpg]] In this world, a character will come across a being, a creature, a man? Either stumbling around in the wilderness and realizing that there's an old path, or an overgrown avenue, or just the whole sort of castle/home itself. Once inside, the wandering adventurer discovers that the place isn't abandoned. Something lives here. Something that reads, that thinks, and that speaks when they hear a voice from the shadows. There's a shape there. It's the thing.

The creature has lived here for years, either as a sort of a local spook, or as a squatter, left alone to haunt this place.

Or perhaps wandering adventurer wanders out of town tavern and sees the shape of a big, cloaked, monstrous looking creature. With intelligent eyes. Pursue? Attack? Run?

Character applicants can be male, female, neither, or something else. No race restrictions except for dragonborn, goblins, kenku and such monster races if you intend this to be romantic. This doesn't [i have] to be romantic, also; it could be if they decide to develop that way. Frankly, giving this poor thing a friend would be lovely. Getting him out of his isolation and into the world again.]]

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1. 800-1000+ characters preferred, but flexible.
2. Communicate with me, it makes it easier on the both of us. A roleplay in no way needs to to be 'surprise motherfucka' every time. It's a constant discussion about plot and characters and things, and if things don't work we can do things again or talk about it. I want that sort of clear to make this work out.
3. Ask questions. I know I will.
4. English
5. Cursing is allowed
6. Mature themes will be explored as in more than just the existence of smoking and drinking. There will be mention and interaction with mental illness and violence.
7. Romance is not a requirement
8. Do NOT OP
9. I will post inconsistently because I possess both a professional, emotional and a social life and its complications, but I will post when I can. I will post as fast as I can but I have multiple RPs I devote equal time and energy to on top of a busy schedule so I will do my best to be quick if I can, please understand. I extend the same to you, and you can take your sweet ass time too, just make sure I know you'll come back, as I will do as well.

[center Questions, comments? Send me your favorite dessert as a message title, and we can talk!
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Alenia's eyes turned skeptically toward Alvér. The bard certainly did not believe that one bit. Sure, he might require less sleep than her, but to say he didn't need it after some days of sleeplessness was actually too much for her to believe. She knew there was more to it, of course, however for now she would focus on the easier to remedy problem. [b “Sure... I still think it's a good idea though.”] There didn't seem to be anymore immediate dispute on the matter... for now. It wasn't liable to last long though, not knowing the two of them.

Nodding her head in acknowledgement, the woman started back off confidently toward the door they had entered from. They may have walked the same path, but she noticed entirely different things coming from the opposite direction. Flowers and plants that had been hidden by leaves or structures, an errant path or two, a gap in the foliage leading off to some other adventure. It all tempted her, but those were temptations for another day, or night rather. For now, the pair made it to the exit without any immediate delay. There, the fiery haired woman took a step back and looked at her counterpart to lead. She hadn't paid enough attention to which way they had come to get them back out of the labyrinth. [b “Lead on.”] Alenia spoke with a smile. Slowly, she was making her way back to her more peppy self, though truth be told she was getting a little tired herself. It felt as though she had just gotten up and been awake for a fortnight simultaneously, a strange experience to be sure. She hadn't been up that long, but her energy had been drained from their journey into the woods... maybe she was projecting her own tiredness onto Alvér? No, he really did look exhausted himself. They were both weary.

Again, she paid little mind to what direction they were going through the tall hedges, but before she knew it they were out again. This didn't look to be where they first entered, confirming her belief that there were multiple entrances to the maze, which was just as well as she recognized the scenery around them. They were closer to the front of the house this way. She soon set them as the crow flies toward the main door.

As dark as the night was outdoors was, it was all the darker inside without a fire lit in the main mantel. With the two of them, and the cat, absent there was a hollow silence that prevailed. Alenia felt it more than heart it, but thankfully it faded as they entered. Glancing back to the more quiet than normal vampire behind her, she confirmed he was still there with her. Seeing his lithe figure in the doorway she nodded, the shadows cast on him enhanced his fatigue. It worried her some. Not that he would lose restraint in his tired state, or anything like that, but that this might be another way to inflict pain on himself. A less evident form of self-harm. So, reaching out, she took a light hold on his arm just above his wrist. [b “Let's get you to bed.”] It was a surefire way to know he was still with her since she was having a difficult time hearing him. She wasn't convinced he wouldn't try to branch off and steal his way back into the tower to continue where he'd left off.
  Alenia Panala / Loxi / 5d 14h 9m 35s
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The vampire's eyes lidded, pleased to hear that, and the edges of his mouth curled just so. It had been intended as a bit of a respite after their experience with the orb. Something near an apology, or a distraction from it. He was still feeling the press of disdain for how wrong it had gone.

Alvér wanted to leave her to her exploration, but something told him to keep near. Something else undermined that sentiment, the constant feeling of being unwanted, of being an intruder. That was what initially made him sit and leave her, understanding her saying so now as a cue to leave her be, but she turned toward him more to suggest they leave.

His brows arched, initially, surprised at her concern, but really should he be? She was the one who often pressed him into taking some form of care of himself. He sighed softly, with a shake of his head. "[B I don't need it,]" he murmured, closing his mouth on why. On the fear that clutched him at the thought of doing so, but it was betrayed in how his eyes dropped away. "[B I don't need it as you do.]"

She turned towards where they came, pointing as if she didn't hear him. He had to huff a little exasperated laugh at that in disbelief and resignation as he followed her gesture.

"[B Either way, we'll need to go through the hedge mazes,]" he mentioned, looking back down to her.
  Tweedy / 18d 15h 49m 38s
Alenia was very much lost in her own thoughts for the moment, so when Alvér reached out to touch her she jumped a bit. It startled her more than actually scared her, because logically she knew he was the only one around, at least she assumed he was. That being said, the elf regained composure before turning to look up at her friend. His hand came off her shoulder and she shook her head at his apologetic expression. The gesture was meant to wordlessly tell him that she did not mind, though there was no telling if it got through to him or not as he went on to ask her opinion of the conservatory.

[b “I think it is lovely.”] A simple yet truthful reply as she stared up at him. Alvér still looked tired. The bit of rest he had seemed to do nothing for him. Probably because it wasn't really more than short stint of sitting. He needed to sleep. It had been days, so as tired as she was from everything that had happened earlier, the exhaustion he was feeling must have been ten times worse. [b “I'd like to spend some time here looking around and seeing what all went into building this place.”] As intricate as the parts of the greenhouse she had seen were, Alenia was certain there were all sorts of secrets to find. And if not secrets, pretty nooks and crannies that were easily glanced over. [b “But for now we should probably get back to the house... you look tired. It's not good to go so long without rest.”] He'd been absorbed by his research, but now that he was away from it the weariness was catching up to him. Or that was how it looked to her. So, standing from her place beside the water, the petite woman brushed herself off. Small hands running over the back of her skirt to loosen any dirt and moss that had clung to her.

Head turning back toward the path that brought them here, she wondered if that was the best way to go. Pointing a finger in that direction she turned back to the gaunt man. [b “Is this the quickest way back to the house?”] He would know better than anyone, though perhaps given some time to explore this new place she would too. Alenia liked the thought of that, especially now that leaving the house didn't seem quite so daunting as before.
  Loxi / 19d 16h 31m 21s
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A splash shook him of his thoughts and the vampire's head snapped up, listening for a moment. Another. His eyes shifted in a slow blink, the tension slowly leaving him. He was too tired to keep it. He let his other senses spread out instead, eyes distancing as he focused. No. The man sighed, standing and moving.

Finding Alenia was relatively easy. He moved towards the centerpiece of the conservatory, emerging from a pathway towards the clearing around the bird tree clearing, as he referred to it. The sound of one of the fountains echoing in the chamber as he moved, quietly across the moss, towards her.

He tapped, gently, at her shoulder as a form of greeting, of warning of his presence. Alvér knew he was much quieter when he was this long without feeding. It showed more and more of what he was. The thinness in his face, the pallor, how little 'alive' sound he made. Living beings had noise. Breathing, clothes whispering against one another, a little nervous tic of a motion... but the dead did not. He knew he didn't, not after this many days. It wasn't responsible of him. Especially knowing what had happened last time. But something was stopping him from wanting to pursue anything. From wanting to eat, despite the pain it brought him. His eyes were dark and sunken.

What did make a sound was the sigh that escaped him. He had inhaled, again, the green smell of the interior of the conservatory, eyes gazing out at the statues as well. He wished he was stone. Solid, full, without room for vile little horrors to crawl through. No boring beetles, or little creatures wriggling out of the depths of his... wherever it hailed from. His eyes were dim, unsatisfied as he looked towards the statues. But if he were stone he would be left here, alone, like them. But at least these three had each other.

Alvér realized his 'tap' had turned into his fingers alighting on her shoulder, straying for a moment, and he dropped them with a glance of apology.

He looked up over the pond before them. "[B What do you think?]"
  Tweedy / 30d 19h 39m 22s
Dwelling on the twisted wire of the cage, Alenia eventually moved to the next closest one. The craftsmanship was similar, but this one was different from the last. She moved from enclosure to enclosure. Each was minutely unique. It was clear they were created by the same worker though, or at least, the same craftsman’s house under the same master. They were old though, so there was no telling whether or not the place they came from still stood. She didn’t remember anyplace like that in Kalenfort. But then again, with how distinctly elfin the design of the conservatory seemed, it was more likely that they were imported from someplace much farther away. A lot of time, effort, and funds had gone into creating this place. The construction of the manor was the same; it made her wonder about the original owner.

Having her fill of that, the bard went to the water and sat. The water was clear, kept clean by the filtrating plants that floated atop the still surface of the central pool. It seemed the type of place that would keep fish. And maybe there were some hidden away someplace, but Alenia did not immediately see them. Also it would be difficult for them to survive with no one taking care of them. She hadn’t seen Alvér come out this way so long as she had been here. And with this place closed off from the outside, there weren’t enough bugs and insects to sustain them. That also left it with a distinct quietness. There was no buzz of wings in the warm night air made a little warmer by the level of humidity in the greenhouse.

Hand coming down, it skimmed the cool water. Ripples formed on the surface. They did not go far, fading quickly to nothing like she never disturbed it at all. Her eyes watched the whole time, almost mesmerized by the repetitive motion. It led her to the lilies and lotus flowers. The colors were coordinated. Some a pale yellow, almost cream, and others a light lavender, that complimented the actual lavender sprouted at the edge of the room. It was pretty and drew her eyed to the center, to the statuesque figures that sat beneath the tree. They were oddly lifelike. Yet another great show of workmanship. She wanted a closer look, but the pond was a little too much for her to bridge by jumping. At least if she didn’t want to end up a mess, so she stayed in place, looking across the way at the ladies encased in stone. Imagining a life for them made for a good distraction from her own.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 61d 16h 20m 11s
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He let himself down softly, feeling an ache in his body that spoke of his hunger, sapping his strength. At least sapping it readily. He felt hollow, empty, hazy, and gazed up at the tree. Presently his eyes drifted closed and he allowed the sounds around him to fill in what he no longer looked at. The sound of the water babbling around filled his senses, the cool scent of wet, thick moss and the damp bark of the woody plants in here.

It wasn't a place he had been in some time. Holed up in the house, he had stayed in its dusty silence. And to think he almost rotted there... as a husk of a thing, had Alenia not stumbled across.

That led his thoughts towards everything leading up to this evening. Alenia had been more attentive, which shocked him, as of this last few days. Save those couple he spent in the tower, trying to research what he had thought was going on. These spells, that seemed to be escalating, at least in their severity depending on his condition. What better test subject than the self, as Leviath had told him.

That brought him to this evening when she had sought him out... tugging him outside, and then reaching out to hide in him. He had made her cry this evening. Again. Most likely this hadn't been the first time. It never was. Even then she had hidden in him, begging for him not to let go even after he had scared her so much that prior weekend, after attacking her. His chest tightened at the thought, hands in his lap clenching as the feeling of her touch came back to mind. Her fingers on his skin, or just tugging at his sleeve, making him feel finite, whole. Reminding him where his body was.

When she had managed to peel herself from him a second time and had spoken with him about herself, she had brought her hand up to caress- no. Stop thinking like that. His head dropped into his hand with a sigh. Stop. He had for a brief moment wanted to fall into that touch, but it wasn't the time. She couldn't stomach it any more than he could, and he was the one who had to live with it, knowing it was inside of him. He felt empty, [i scared] for as many days, a deeper fear than he was used to having just lurking underneath the dark waters of his consciousness. This one had arisen to the surface like a leviathan and had stayed, pulsing its ugly body behind his eyes for days. He could only imagine what it looked like to her. He was exhausted, and couldn't think to stomach the thought of her finding out he was still thinking about it. Ugly. She wouldn't have pulled in so close to hide, knowing he was still that thing. It had felt good, illegal, while it lasted. Being held like that. Being finite, whole. And what did he have to talk about anyways? He [i had] all of his vile memories.

As much as he wanted to seek comfort, as much as he wanted to take her invitation to talk, anything, he wouldn't dare. Ugly. It was ugly. He was ugly. It wasn't even something he wanted to think about, anymore, even as he tried to research, to stay put and figure this out before anything else could happen... but pretending it wasn't there, wasn't bothering him, wouldn't make it go away. He just had to hide it from Alenia. It was exhausting.

Perhaps that was why he had walked towards the pillar, not thinking about how it would affect her. Stupid. Alvér sighed, rubbing his fingers over his temples. Stupid. Think. He hadn't slept, either. He could feel how dull his thought processes were, but he was unwilling to remedy it. Something about falling unconscious again, slipping away from his body even briefly, was keeping him awake. He didn't even like this body and he was fighting to keep it, his last sanctum somehow failing him now. His most personal hell. And he would keep it shut forever. He didn't want anyone to know. Not anymore. They wouldn't understand.

No one did. Not a soul. Not one he had access to any longer. And even if he did... he didn't think he would be able to face any of them. He would hide like the disgusting little vermin he was. Dangerous, poisonous vermin.
  Tweedy / 66d 8h 21m 8s
It was interesting to see Alvér move so naturally through the trees, as if it took no thought at all to travel without a path. She even caught him gazing up at the sky and couldn’t help but look up as well. It was clear. No clouds to obstruct the endlessly starry sky. But unlike him, her eyes did not stay fixed there. They came back down to him, studying his features in the light of the moon. From where she stood it was difficult to make out any expression, though she was much too distracted to really decipher that sort of thing anyway. Distracted by his appearance. Drinking it in, she was reminded just how partial she was to him. Something in the sharpness of his features and the way his swath of raven-dark hair framed him. She seldom found herself so captivated by another’s looks. Though she was certain she wouldn’t be half so beguiled if it weren’t for the person who went along with it.

Alenia was expecting that answer, but she was still surprised by his coyness. She playfully pouted at being denied. It was nothing more than a game for herself though, as he couldn’t see her face anyway. An attempt to prolong her distraction from letting her mind wander. Once done, she went back to following along in the quiet, though it wouldn’t be long before they reached the gate and they came to a series of intricate hedges. She found the labyrinth-like layout of this place fascinating. Was this maze meant for aesthetic or function? The bard didn’t know for certain, though leaned toward the former. It was beautiful.

There was more to this place though. Or so it seemed when Alvér led her to another door. That marked the beginning of things changing around them, the most notable thing that they were returning indoors. Well, sort of, the greenhouse still called to the imagery of being outside, however the intricate walls of wood and glass reminded her that was not the case. This area was even more meticulously laid out than any that came before it. The waterways trickled pleasantly, soothingly, on the ears. There was so much going on; it was difficult to take in from afar, so Alenia’s first instinct was to go in for a closer look. With a glance back at her makeshift guide, it seemed that was what he wanted for her as well. He split off himself to find a place to rest, but his focus seemed to remain on the large tree that acted as a centerpiece to this room.

Walking about, looking this way and that, Alenia tried to take in the details. There were many, she was sure plenty would escape her, but that was what made places like this so interesting. You could come back time and again and always find something new. So, she did not dwell on any one thing too long as she hopped carefully over the artificial waterways. The woman was watchful of the plants underfoot, making sure she did not disturb them. Though, every once in a while one would catch her interest and she would come to its level to get a closer look. There was many a night blooming blossom in here. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had brought them or if they were here to begin with.

The next things that caught her eye were the cages. Picking out the closest, she navigated her way over to it. The tightly and complexly woven rope that tethered it to the tree seemed ancient. There was even a slick of moss traveling down it, though the moss seemed to have started claiming most things in this room. It left an extra stain of green here and there in an already heavily greeneried place. Hand coming up, she touched the door of the birdcage. It was open with nothing inside. Was it just for show or did this room used to be alive with the chirping of birds?
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 66d 12h 5m 59s
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Alvér as he moved through the woods, took the chance then to calm down. It was a turn away from all of the things he didn't want to discuss. He didn't want to open up to the curiosity he could see behind her eyes when he mentioned his familiarity with dead magic, with abandonment. He also didn't want to continue trying to remedy her feelings at the moment, either. In previous occasions he had been rather firmly informed of his lack of ability to be in any form comforting. All he could do was stand there and ask questions, each one earning him a deeper wince from the bard, and hope she wouldn't become enraged or defensive. Lucky for him, she didn't.

She was quick to anger if he asked too much, or used the wrong terminology for her, and he was prone to upsetting her. It wasn't a pattern he was fond of. Here it seemed she was as eager as he to leave the situation behind. Alvér had seen anxiety on her face when she explained to him her deeds, and it would be arrogant of him to think it was his opinion she feared ebbing. She didn't value it, as she had said, and he could live with that, he told himself.

The vampire turned his eyes away, moving to lead the way back toward the house. He walked through the darkness with no problem, eyes moving over their surroundings, head tipping up towards the skies now and again to catch a glimpse of the moon, and providing Alenia a moment to see his pale throat extend, and the light fall on his face as he looked to it. He was familiar with this area, having taken many nightly rounds through this pathway to check on these very things many times.

He looked back to her over his shoulder when she asked before turning, the slope of his shoulders replaced by his face, pale in the night towards her. His coat swept around his legs. "[B You'll see, won't you?]" He took them around the side gardens and towards the potage. Alvér her through it, following the gravel paths towards what looked like an overgrown hedge that he approached a gate in the side of.

Opening it, the vampire led the way through and into the dark, tall, vaulted ceiling of the aged, curved plants and their interior, telling her softly to watch her step. It seemed a maze he led her through, coming finally to an opening and gesturing her through ahead of him. It was an impressive archway of greenery that opened into a clearing at which Alenia found the moon glancing off of the high, delicate looking sides of an immense conservatory.

The trees around it had grown tall, lending long shadows to glance over the glass, and into the dark interior.

Alvér allowed her some time to look at it, blinking calmly as he gazed at the door. It was elven in nature. Curving up to a point, wooden, carved and made to look like the living, bending branches of a tree, all inlaid with glass panes between the branches, with two curling door handles.

He led the way to the intricate portal and opened the doors with a lazy flick of a hand. They complained on ill-oiled hinges and opened into a vast interior. Centrally, the greatest detail inside was the large, spreading tree at the center, all hung with bird cages since gone silent with lack of occupation. But their pendulous, artful frames still sat, doors open, awaiting use once more.

The sound of water cut through the silence of the interior, as it was shown that most of the non-path ground was water features. Little lazy rivers and ponds that threaded between islands and continents of terraced walkway, all leading to a central area around that tree. There, a ring of lily-dotted water sat, and the tree trunk sitting on a circular island of its own, with some form of mossy ground cover on it, and a statue of what looked like carved women in old-style, voluminous dresses. They lounged in perfectly poised, contrived candidness.

Alvér hung back as she explored, gesturing her forwards with a roll of his wrist to go explore. He wandered in much slower, finding a seat on the edge of a large planter and sitting down to gaze up at the tree. He wasn't feeling quite all there, and let himself be still.
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  Tweedy / 68d 5h 59m 20s
In all actuality, Alenia was unsure if Alvér would agree to continue on their little journey. He’d been hesitant in the beginning and now they just finished with a somewhat serious conversation. She found it likely he was not in the mood, especially with the expression he made once asked. However he proved her wrong. It took a moment, but the man decided he not only wanted to come along but also had a destination in mind. The elfin woman wondered what he might be interested in sharing with her. [b “Alright. Let’s go.”] Her words carried her excitement. She smiled up at him, hand finally coming back to her side after lingering on his arm all that while.

Alenia let him take the lead, seeing as she wasn’t sure where they were going. Initially it would seem back the way they came, though that was to be expected. There probably wasn’t a whole lot beyond this point if this is where he hid his magic. However, walking back through this area unfortunately reminded her of events recently transpired. As thankful as she was to know it was just an illusion and that it wouldn’t seek her out anymore, she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder every once in a while to make sure nothing, or no one, was there.

Tiring herself out with paranoia, she wanted to grab ahold of Alvér again. That had made her feel better before and surely it would now. However, just thinking about it brought a thick brush of color across her face. She’d clung to him so shamelessly, it was a surprise he hadn’t seen right through her. No doubt if she did that now he would. Just thinking about it embarrassed her, that and how her thoughts kept slipping back to how nice it felt to be pressed to him with his arms around her. She wanted to feel that again, and not just because the shadows made her uneasy. It was a different kind of longing. She was unaccustomed to it.

Eventually she decided instead to just watch Alvér. It was better to focus on what was actually there than worry about what might be. She kept her caramel gaze on his back as she followed him along through the trees. [b “Where are we going?”] Unsure if it was supposed to be a surprise, she went out on a limb and asked just in case. Conversation wasn’t necessary, but she was curious and it would distract her from continuing to let her thoughts run unrestrained…
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 69d 7h 13m 41s
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He felt a little tug at the corner of his lips at her sudden hesitation, reconsidering him for a moment. Yes, there finally was that moment where she began to examine him with a bit of clarity. He had to chuckle a bit at her generalization about revenge and necessity, his hand moving to her head. As frustrating and strange as she was, Alenia was on occasion genuinely amusing, Alvér skating over the pad of warmth that summoned in him in thinking that, skating over realizing how desperately she had held to him, hid in him, how long.

His distraction came when he was unsurprised that she didn't believe him, lids falling a bit. It wasn't often that she tended to heed any of his assertions, his thoughts, and so he didn't push the subject. Being assured she valued his words even after she so solidly disvalued them gained her a hum, his eyes turning elsewhere. His eyes returned when she thanked him, briefly. He was tired anyhow, feeling his tension with all of this ebb, and leave him spent. But not for long as his attention turned to focus the rest of his energy on the source of the problem: his conduit.

His hands were tight, his magic leaping to summon in him, moving like static, energy itself, through his arm as she touched it. And as if with a static shock, once touched it left just as soon, the man looking to her as if hesitating, pulling back. He swallowed, glancing away once again to the pillar.

'Fixed' wasn't what he would call this. "[B I suppose,]" the man responded.

Alvér's expression initially turned down at her inquest, gaze moving over her head and back the direction they came. Alenia next to him still stuttered, her energy flighty and unsteady. Steadier, but not well. Exhaling softly, he wondered if he should remedy that... more. If it would leave her quick to anger, unpredictable.

His thoughts turned to a place, across the estate, then. He looked to her. Initially, when he had regained this body, he had been able to- even hungry- send her as he could himself across space. That spell, now, as hunger struck through him like a crack of lightning, twisting his stomach near the point of nausea, it escaped him. His energy felt subdued, fettered. The man ran a hand through his hair, feeling on his tongue the sharpness of his teeth, and feeling as if a heat from a fire before him the little, living creature before him. Back then he had been able, when tempted, to send her far away, at a distance harder to cross.

Alvér swallowed, taking a breath and summoning himself together for one last thing.

"[B I have something to show you,]" he said, his magic summoning about himself for a last little boost as he set his thoughts on something.
  Tweedy / 71d 8h 20m 45s
The light in her eye as she looked up at him changed. It was different from before, but not in a way that would really be readable. [b “No… I suppose it’s not.”] Revenge was not taken as essential. In fact it was often frowned upon, though she could relate. [b “I think it depends, but you are right.”] She had more been talking about his more recent activities. Alenia had no way to know what he called to now. Perhaps it lay in some gray area, or maybe he was like her and it wasn’t. If that was the case, she had probably stuck her foot in her mouth. All this time she had been assuring him he was a good person. And truly, with everything she had seen, the bard thought he was. If he had done something monstrous in his past, Alenia had a feeling he had moved away from it. People could change, that was the beauty of life. And why she was still trying to hang onto hers. But now didn’t feel like the time to argue life views. It was a heavier conversation than she could handle at the current moment.

Alvér’s focus soon changed to the light at their side, letting her go so that he could turn back to it. He was upset. To her it seemed he was frustrated that things had not gone as they should. It was yet another way for him to lose control, so she understood. Or Alenia thought she did. So, she let him go as he turned away from her. She was loath to see him turn away, but more stable on her own she felt bad keeping so tight to him. He’d done more than enough to console her, in fact, the woman was beginning to feel a little embarrassed of her own shamelessness. She tried to push that away, especially now that he turned the topic back to her.

Logical and detached as it seemed, Alenia thought this was his way of trying to comfort her. To tell her that he, at least, didn’t see her as a terrible person. It was a relief. She knew she didn’t deserve it, but she could barely stand the thought of the other option. That he thought ill of her, which was why she told the story how she did. A bit of guilt pinged in her. It was small enough to her to ignore though. [b “I can’t say I agree, or that I ever will, but it means a lot to me.”] More than he’d probably ever know. [b “Thank you.”]

Looking up at him, she saw how his eyes watched the magic in front of them. The irritation that came to his face appeared to be the type that would fester if left unchecked. So, now that she was feeling a little calmer. In the sense that she could walk on her own, although could still use something to distract her mind. She spoke up. [b “Like you said, you were away from it for a while.”] Alenia almost mentioned that this magic just sort of affected her strangely, given how it tampered with her memory before, and that it might not be his fault at all. But she kept quiet about that. [b “I am sure now that you fixed it, it will be fine.”] Reaching out, placing her hand on his forearm to call his attention back to her, it was a much more formal touch now that her head was clearer and she had her inhibitions about her. It was good to be back on her feet so to speak, but part of her missed having the excuse to be so near. [b “You mentioned going back to the gardens… did you still want to do that?”] More time with him was preferable; she didn’t want him to go back to secluding himself in his study just yet.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 72d 9h 18m 23s
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Alvér gazed at her for a long moment, a furrow between his brows as he analyzed what she told him and how it felt. It seemed this was a much slower process than she had made it sound, initially. And with the involvement of this mother superior... interesting. Perhaps it was actually, simply a human disease? Or was she able to test its effects via her magic like a healer would? Feel the decay in them as a form of necrosis, magical or otherwise?

Her explanation made it seem like this was a symptom of a falling away from a greater, ultimate goodness that allowed them to live and be clerical members of the cloth of Corellon. That didn't sit well with him. It made him think, strangely, of his own symptoms and their repetition. No. Now was not the time to think of that. He didn't like that implication.

He couldn't suppress the shiver that swept through his shoulders at her tentative touch at the back of his neck, and how she let it drift. It tightened something in him that he was shocked to find, and immediately tried to quash. Wondering if she knew exactly what sort of intimacy that spoke of, and on such a sensitive spot, just above his fitted collar he studied her expression. He didn't feel like giving her the lecture that she had him earlier that prior week, about boundaries, and about 'not being like that' and her inexperience with such things. He turned his thoughts away from it, and his eyes.

Alvér's brows arched at her assertion about his reasoning for his actions. "[B Most surface dwellers don't tend to refer to revenge as a necessity,]" he mused, reconsidering this woman. "[B Interesting...]" Perhaps she was not as dissimilar as he was beginning to think, with this extended explanation. It put a shadow of doubt over her maintaining how much value he had, objectively, how much goodness. Just how much was he left to believe out of her, now?

A sigh escaped him, glancing up and away from her. "[B It was not my intention to bring you to revisit that. It wasn't how the spell was supposed to work.]" The vampire hissed, eyes cutting back to the pillar and orb.

He turned towards it, hands balling before he flexed them out again; spidery, sharp. "[B But I do believe you're making yourself out to be a murderer, and that isn't what you are, nor is it what you've done. From my perspective, you were simply a cog. I don't believe that will grant you much rest, not that my evaluation will mean anything to you, but there you have it.]"
  Tweedy / 73d 9h 18m 21s
The contempt of his words was dampened by the softness of his hand, the gentle gesture of him pushing her hair back into place. Still, it was like he was analyzing her, which was strange. Alenia just told him she had done something terrible, and he seemed rather unfazed, blasé, even. As though it really wasn’t that bad, and considering how he seemed to be latch on to assumptions of how she acted at the time or things he thought she did, he probably actually believed it.

Then there was also the excuse of her age. [b “I’d been there for about thirty years.”] She wouldn’t consider herself just thirty at the time. Though, she got the feeling that was what he was actually judging her by. To her it was old enough to know better and do the right thing. Though this was coming from someone with only around seventy years worth of memories.

[b “No, I don’t think it was what he wanted.”] Alenia had her reasons to believe that, but let the subject change. It came back to her. He was particularly keen to have it be so tonight. Or so it seemed.

Her eyes widened a brief moment as he leaned down. She wondered if he was going to kiss her again and her heart responded in kind, however he did not. Instead he pressed his forehead to hers and stayed like that. This seemed more intimate by far. Her hand on his face came slowly down to rest on the back of his neck, fingers drawing a leisurely line the entirely way. She tried not to think too hard about how soft his skin was. With him so close, her words became hushed anything more seemed too loud. [b “I… didn’t do any of that though. I stayed behind. But I was not a comfort; they resented me and they were sure to tell me so… The mother superior stayed as well. I said she left them to die, but she did not leave the convent. So long as there was still someone to hold her there, she wouldn’t leave.”] Alenia remembered being filled with a similar sentiment herself. [b “It wasn’t long before she was right there with the rest of them, sick and dying because she was just as full of malice as they were.”] She was the last of them, and her face haunted the elf more relentlessly than the others.

He spoke down to her. Diminishing her, as he stood straight again, only adding to the disparity in size between them as he focused on how ‘little’ she was. Truth be told she felt little right then too, with his arm wrapped about her. The thought that he could engulf her entirely crossed her mind. And somehow it wasn’t unpleasant. Maybe it would rid her of all this guilt she was feeling, just for a little while. But despite all those thoughts, her stomach sort of twisted as he compared the two of them. She hadn’t meant to insinuate that he was like her. Alenia still didn’t see him as a monster.

Staring up, she took in his expression. It was... different… than she expected. Not as sad, and borderline affectionate. With his hand petting her hair like this, she almost wanted to close her eyes and just accept it. But she could not. [b “Yours is a necessity, I had other options… it’s not the same.”] Her voice was still soft as she spoke. Kind in intention.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 74d 13h 57m 51s
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Alvér watched her expression as she spoke, listening attentively. She was being very forthcoming tonight, which was- a pleasant change, subject matter aside. He wasn't at present in a place to sort through what all it meant to him, now. He could unpack it further when he had a moment to himself that wasn't filled with questions and her interesting answers...

Neither, it seemed, she did when she answered him about her actions. Interesting. Watching by the wayside while they succumbed. The vampire's eyes lingered on hers as she spoke, thoughts suddenly comparing her to the voice he remembered outside his casket. The one that stayed. The one that apologized, but did nothing. His lids lowered a little, reconsidering the good little holy soldier in front of him now.

He looked at her for a long few moments, appraising. She was being very factual, which informed him that this was true. Liars had the tendency to embellish. She said it in the simplest terms... it was genuine as far as he could taste it.

"[B You surprise me,]" he mused, bringing a long finger up to brush a wayward curl from her brow. "[B I suppose it explains why you're so [i principled],]" he said, brows arching a little with a bit of a smile. Things like that sometimes changed a person for the better, in a strange way, as he had found. One person came to mind specifically. A good example, despite his hatred of this individual specifically. His touch smoothed that hair behind her ear with the flat of his thumb, slowly across her temple what she mussed by scrubbing her face in him. "[B But I can't say I'm wholly surprised. You were much younger, weren't you? Following orders.]"

"[B Is that not what your god wanted?]" he asked, voice genuine and curious, but held a curl of pointed inquiry in it. His eyes still were lidded, looking at her with a peculiar, simmering mix of things. He was at once interested, pleased in a way it seemed, amused, and thoughtful, attentive. "[B You say your mother superior left you, and you stayed. Eased suffering, did you not? Changed the metaphorical, and potentially literal bandages. Eased pains. And let a punishment take its course...]" Alvér voice voice was carefully neutral as he said this, cool, logical as he looked down at her, brow quirking as he suggested it. "[B That sounds strangely like what one would call a good deed, Alenia.]"

"[B Like a good little holy soldier, at the time.]" Alvér's lips turned in a bit of a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He leaned forward the rest of the distance between them, touching his brow with hers. "[B I had little idea that we were so similar, you and I,]" the vampire murmured before straightening again, "[B little bard.]"

The vampire chuckled, a bit of a mean light in his eyes. "[B I suppose, by your definition, we can be monsters together, then.]" He pet her head once more, a bit of fondness glowing on those strange, tawny eyes. "[B Only difference being, I committed all of mine very intentionally.]"
  Tweedy / 74d 17h 12m 11s
His expression changed to something delicate under her touch. Alenia wondered if she had gone too far. If he didn’t like this in the same way she did, or found it weird. However after looking over her, eyes still strained with something she couldn’t quite place, he did move into her. She felt just a bit better about reaching out, but not for long, as he probed in deeper to the things she said.

The consequences. [b “I lost my home.”] She didn’t want to stay there. [b “The life I knew.”] It wasn’t perfect, but she could never go back to the way things were. [b “And…”] Her voice wore out. It was a moment before she started up again, one spent in thought. [b “And I will carry the guilt of what I did with me for the rest of my life… if I don’t forget it all before then.”] But that was another issue entirely.

His eyes seemed to pull her in as he drew nearer. They were striking in a way that was almost distracting. It was difficult to answer his questions. [b “I didn’t leave… I stayed the whole time, watching, waiting... I buried them.”] She vividly remembered digging up the garden. For once, she wasn’t sure she was glad a memory hadn’t faded. Some days she thought it might not be so bad. Clearing the slate and getting a fresh start where she didn’t know anything about that place. [b “I would say I killed them. I was there. I could, and should, have helped them, but chose not to for selfish reasons… the line is blurred, but that’s what I think.”] It was difficult to talk about. This called back to the lowest moment in her life; she wanted him to know as little about that person as possible.
  Alenia Panala / loxi / 75d 6h 7m 13s
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