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| The Spider and the Fox or This is How Disorder Begins; For Namir | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 25 2013, 08:14 PM (591 Views) | |
| Neriasis | Aug 25 2013, 08:14 PM Post #1 |
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Things were piling up fast, bad things; murders, disappearances, kidnappings, thefts, literal highway robberies. Sure he could stop them, but was he going to? Not likely, they were his doings after all. The deaths of a few key figures in nobility, the ones that were corrupt mostly; he was keeping to the plan to some degree. Therefore, killing innocents was not up there on his list of things to be in trouble for. However the disappearances were more the grunts, the informants, spies and assassins of the opposition. In this field everyone was opposition though, everyone was a potential spy or blade in the dark. Paranoia had not quite set in yet, not the kind that would make one scurry into a hole for the rest of their lives at least. But the drow was cautious as to who saw him where and with whom, also careful with who he trusted, thus the setting for the evening and the intended company. He was nervous to say the least, worried that his actions might be received poorly, though there was still much that could not be tied to Argos no matter how deep down the rabbit hole you delved. Secrets that he would still keep from Namir for his own protection and sanity. The kitsune had a different view of the world than the drow did, and the drow wasn’t willing to taint that view so quickly, baby steps he had told himself. Maybe one day they would see eye to eye, for now he expected Namir to see the world with a little more white to it than the drow ever would. But that was one of the things Neriasis found endearing about the kitsune. It had been a long while since the two had met face to face, which meant a lot could change in that time. For the drow it meant worry that he had become something that the other would not like, while only increasing his drive to please the other and perhaps just a bit too much time to obsess over the kitsune. As for the location of his desired meeting, because there was more than just his actions to go over, he wanted to know if Namir had any direction for him; he was starting to get a little out of control himself. What with the kidnapping of Shrista which he had not tried to cover up that it was him, though he wasn’t sure that Namir knew about it just yet. The event had only occurred the other night after all; perhaps news from Reine did not travel that far. Of course considering he could send mental messages across an entire city there were probably some that could do so over longer distances, though Neriasis did not know that anyone bothered to employ such people. It was how Neriasis had contacted Namir, through a one way message, and he only hoped that he hadn’t freaked the other out by the sudden communication and that the other would show. It was in that message that he had given the details of how to find the old ruins hidden within the forest but not so far from the city that the journey would take long and with a full moon out to light the way there was little worry of mishap from the scenery in the darkness. He paced the ruin, vaguely recalling its old structure and purpose. There was little left of it other than blocks that resembled the base of a building with one wall still partially intact with an arched window in the middle. His attire was something he had recently come to accept as practical for his new profession, dark in coloration almost black but not quite if one looked close enough they would see that it was blue, and close to the body to allow for movement with no chance of being caught or gripped by anything. It was for the most part made of supple leather, though cloth at some points to allow for movement, but also creating points of weakness in the design. The drow was quick though and his magic allowed for an even greater chance of escape should he need it. Namir should arrive soon he imagined if the other had gotten his message and decided it was worth the trip. |
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| Namir Govannan | Sep 15 2013, 10:09 AM Post #2 |
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Namir had decided to wear the cloak he had on their last meeting, the black cloth that covered most of his body. He also carried the same weapons. The ones he had worn on that faithful occasion, the weighted chain and the stick. Namir liked the theatrics of this. If one were to be spying on the other man they would know someone was contacting him, but they would attribute it to some shadow figure that couldn't really be linked to anything other than the visits. It would be impossible to track him through the city if one were to try. He would appear before the meeting and disappear after. Namir had been a little concerned when he felt an invading presence in his mind, but he had decided after hearing the message that it wasn't a trap. He didn't ever truly suspect that it was, but it was always better to delve into the situation and make sure. He had scared his dinner guests with his sudden blank look and his rushed motions after, but they had only been there for companionship. They were a little confused but Namir had promised to have another dinner at a later date. He dismissed them with the excuse of having forgotten that he had a meeting early the next morning and he had to prepare. Namir saw Neriasis pacing near the ruin that he had described and approached. He did nothing to mask his advance, not wanting to startle his ally. Namir had been thinking of Neriasis a lot recently, and though they couldn't be together often do to their occupations there were ways of sending messages back and forth. What Namir hadn’t known was that he could send messages with his mind. That would have made life a little easier had he known it. “You dress for the part don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question but Neriasis did look good in the garb of an assassin. “So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” he said with a devilish grin. |
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| Neriasis | Sep 15 2013, 04:12 PM Post #3 |
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The familiar garb was comforting, the weapons a usual precaution, the drow had picked up a few new weapons so that on physical assessment he was not unarmed. Of course in his case he was never truly unarmed as long as he could still use the mental link between himself and his favored weapon he would never be without armament. A wave of relief washed over the drow as he took a little more time to consider Namir, aside from the weapons and clothing. He had come alone, which was a positive it meant that his actions hadn’t caused the other to seriously reconsider their alliance to a point where the kitsune felt throwing the drow into a prison would have been the best place for the man. Though with everything Neriasis had done in the far past and even recent events sometimes the drow didn’t wonder himself if that was a better place for him than to be allowed to run free. The other thing he noticed was the way he was greeted, it was friendly and still playful, which meant everything was still going in favor of the drow. Now that he was certain of where things currently stood the drow smiled amiably at Namir. It wasn’t just relief at seeing the other but also a spark of excitement there too. Too long he thought to himself as he gave a small laugh at the other’s rhetorical question. He supposed it was true, he certainly looked the part of an assassin/spy and it was not the first time he had dressed to fit his role so to speak. But when one knew what was expected of their role one also knew how to properly fit into that role down to the clothing. For casters it was looser clothing with many hidden folds and pockets for spell components, for fighters it depended on their preferred weapon, whether it was chainmail and plate, chainmail and leather or for many archers just leather in general, one had to know the best garb for their profession. Thus for an assassin it was dark, light, mobile armor. Even politicians had their proper dress code, not exactly one that the drow thought he would ever be comfortable in so he left the politics to other people, people like Namir. Finally, though it had truly only been a few moments it had felt like a lifetime, Neriasis approached Namir. Lightly his lifted a hand to brush over Namir’s cheek with his own devilish grin. “With a grin like that I’m very inclined to say to hell with business,” he purred leaning in to give Namir a kiss. The drow couldn’t have resisted much longer, his thoughts had been quite consumed with desire for the kitsune, when he wasn’t busy trying to plan out his next move for Argos. Even the light kiss was electric and how he hated that there had to be even the smallest inkling of conversation about business to be had. But better to get it over with now. “Messages are so hard to convey too much,” said the drow as he pulled back from the kiss but still stayed close to the other, “I needed to know if you had any concerns or questions, or even if you had more of a direction for me to go. I am at your disposal after all.” |
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| Namir Govannan | Oct 26 2013, 10:11 PM Post #4 |
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Namir felt heat rise up in his chest. He wanted to remove his robe, and then all of the other things that kept him from touching Neriasis's skin. It would be so simple, just a twinge of his shoulders and it would fall right off. He had to restrain himself for a while yet though. He sighed with relief when the other man pulled back, and then smiled, partially embarrassed. "I apologize for the wait. Things have been moving quite quickly recently. If we could strengthen that telepathic bond then a great deal of knowledge could be shared instantly, and we could meet anytime." Namir leaned in and nipped Neriasis's ear playfully. "As for Directions I would like you keep a close eye on Aniketos, his friends, and his family. If anyone is likely to try and take control of Soto it would be him. I realized that after his cleansing of the armed forces, he has enough friends there to take total control and without opposition he who controls the army controls the country. I can’t allow Soto to become a military state under his or anyone else’s leadership. Other than the spies try to recruit more mercenaries and keep things business as usual. I won’t ask you to stop doing the dark things your guild does but try to keep things within reason. I don’t want anyone being robbed out of house and home by you,” Namir smiled, “As for the mercenaries try to keep the recruiting secret, no need for rumors of a secret war, though we may soon be fighting one.” As if to signal that the business portion of their meeting could now close Namir Removed his robe with the twinge he had been thinking of a moment ago. He now stood in front of the other man wearing only a sleeveless tunic and his pants. He pulled the other man in and kissed him passionately. Pulling away he asked, “Is there anything else you needed?” He suspected that he knew what the drow would say, but he wasn’t certain. He looked into the other mans eyes with longing and waited for an answer. |
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| Neriasis | Oct 31 2013, 07:34 PM Post #5 |
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“Sounds invasive,” comment Neriasis with a thoughtful but clearly mischievous way. “Though I think I have something that should help with that, without getting too invasive.” The ear nip was a tad distracting as the drow had gone to reach for an object hidden away in his dark clothing. He grinned pleasantly at the kitsune before managing to pull out what he had been going for. It appeared to be a simple black feather no more than six inches in length from what could only assume had to either be a very large bird or other feathered creature. “This should allow you to return messages when you receive one, as for being able to contact me first, well that’s a bit trickier. Because this is mine I’ve got a bit of a connection to it so if you should so desire to contact me I should be able to feel it through this and then be able to open communications with you. Can’t simply have my mind open all the time, no telling what’ll come in.” He smirked slightly with just a hint of a laugh. Neriasis seemed to stiffen slightly and frowned at the mention of Aniketos. Sure he had known the man to be in a position of some power and authority but not to the degree that Namir had just revealed to him. That could be trouble he thought to himself, or it could just prove more entertaining the drow wasn’t sure yet. Perhaps his “small” kidnapping incident would require more finesse than sending an army after the drow, after all did you really want people knowing how easily someone could take something right out from under your nose? The stunt was more or less to show Aniketos that the drow wasn’t someone to underestimate or to trifle with; though it was perhaps a bit extreme for such a simple lesson. Of course anything less would probably be over looked. Ah well he’d deal with the consequences, just hopefully nothing as large as an army to look out for; he wasn’t ready to be forced underground just yet. “I’ll be careful,” agreed the drow after a moment, “I’m keeping close tabs on who and what Argos targets. I could take over every mercenary contract in Soto and I don’t think anyone would truly be worried, not at first anyway.” Neriasis grinned appreciatively when the other shrug off the robe with such a simple movement, it made him miss his own simple garments; but they just weren’t practical. The other’s skin in the moonlight was simply enthralling. He reached out with both hands to run his bare fingertips over Namir’s exposed arms marveling in the contrast between the dark and light skin tones. Sometimes he missed having that same pale skin, but at least with this darker skin it was easier to blend into the night and shadows. “All I need is you,” purred the drow, though a classically clichéd line it didn’t sound so bad out loud has he had imagined it would. He leaned in to kiss the other back just as passionately pulling back he had a somewhat sheepish grin on his face. “Though I may have already pissed off Aniketos.” |
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| Namir Govannan | Nov 17 2013, 10:53 AM Post #6 |
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Namir took the feather and quickly braided it into his hair, right behind his ear, it took a bit of concentration. When he was done he looked back at Neriasis innocently, "I wouldn't go anywhere I wasn't wanted." He wondered about the context of the feather being Neriasis's, did it belong to him or did it come from him? Namir was quite curious about the subject but he didn't want to spoil the moment. He could always ask about it later, anytime at this point. He smiled at the thought of being able to contact Neriasis any time. It would be nice to be able to easily set up these meetings, and maybe even in more easily accessed places. There were quite a few mercenary groups in the city, it was hard to find someone with enough money to hire you in the country and even if they had the money country folk were much less concerned with war unless it was nearby. "That would make quite an impressive army," Namir noted in the same seductive tone they'd both been using. Namir would estimate that an army of a hundred mercs could easily outfight any official army three times that size. Any mercenary had more combat experience than the bulk of a country's army, thus the basis for hiring them in the first place. With that kind of army Namir could hold Soto indefinitely if need be. No outside force was going to take that city under any circumstances. Namir purred at the caress on his arms. He brushed a hand over Neriasis's chest, hard enough to be felt though his armor but still soft. Namir stiffened at the other man's words. "Pissed him off how?" He hadn't really expected them to not know each other, but any recent affront could push Aniketos to look into Argos, and that would not go over well if he turned anything up. "What happened?" |
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| Neriasis | Nov 20 2013, 07:47 AM Post #7 |
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Against the white of Namir’s hair one could truly see how black the feather was. While some feathers might appear black they weren’t in fact black at all but usually blue or purple, but this one held no pretenses to the color it truly was. And black it should be for the creature it came from (and a creature was just what Neriasis was) had been brought into the world in a dark place, by dark means, and for dark deeds. It was in a way a reminder of his past, but it was also a symbol of his freedom; flight even on the island where he came from had been the only true escape from the constant darkness. He would have gladly shared the origin of the feather and more with Namir, as he had shared his escape with a stranger. Though there was plenty more about his origin that was often kept to himself, though it was seldom in need of telling. But he felt that if Namir should so desire to know about Neriasis’s past that the Drow would oblige him with a tale or two, as not everything about the island had been unpleasant. Neriasis gave a light huff and roll of his eyes as he recalled how the affront between himself and Aniketos had occurred. “It’s dumb really,” he commented running his hands down Namir’s arms before taking the Kitsune around the waist. Placing his chin on the other’s shoulder in a bit of a nuzzle, which was actually rather nice that they were around the same height for such an action; he brought Namir in close so their chests were touching. The drow wasn’t concerned with the issue surrounding Aniketos, and was quite more interested in just holding on to the Kitsune. “The conversation started out well enough, and I was going to make a tentative deal with him so that Argos could expand at a greater rate than what I could do on my own,” continued Neriasis softly as he rain his fingertips lightly over the other’s back, multitasking what he really wanted to do and a conversation that should be had. “But the matter of how to seal the deal was what ended up getting us on the wrong footing. Words and threats were said and well, being true to my nature I simply couldn’t threaten idly. Sooo, and don’t be mad, I may have kidnapped Shrista out of Reine under Aniketos’s very nose.” At this point the drow lifted his head from Namir’s shoulder to look him in the face with just a hint of a chuckle on his tongue. Neriasis found the whole incident to be rather amusing though he wasn’t sure that Namir would find the same humor in it that the Drow did. “I wouldn’t worry about it, nothing could ever link Argos back to you.” |
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| Namir Govannan | Dec 15 2013, 09:03 PM Post #8 |
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Namir tugged lightly at Neriasis's armor while listening to him speak. He was processing this differently than he normally would. All his reason and training had taken a backseat to his passion. That changed at the mention of kidnapping. "You kidnapped her? What do you plan to do with her? You can't just hold on to her forever. I'm more worried about you right now. Aniketos isn't the kind of person you can just toy with like this, even if you are a guild head. I have quite a few reasons to believe he has a few assassins of his own, quite talented ones at that." Namir's mind was back in action. He was already thinking of ways to smooth this over, though any actual ideas were few and far between. Kidnapping one's lover was not the kind of thing that men let go of lightly, or women for that matter. "Gods, why did you have to go and do a thing like that?" Once he said it Namir immediately cringed. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but it had come out as a chiding remark. "I'm sorry," he quickly whispered in the other man's ear, "We'll have to figure out what to do, but we don't have to do it now." He tried to return to playfully trying to remove the other man's armor. He wasn't sure what he could do about what had been done. Best case scenario he would be able to think up some plan not involving him, there was also a way he could get "kidnapped" and forced to negotiate on Argos behalf, but that plan caused more problems than it solved. If worst came to worst he would be forced to play his hand early and begin a sort of rivalry with Aniketos. He didn't like any idea but the first, though he might not have a choice. "Now, how do you get this armor off?" Namir asked, embarrassed. He couldn't find a strap or clasp anywhere. |
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| Neriasis | Dec 22 2013, 11:23 AM Post #9 |
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It took a considerable amount of willpower for the drow not to act out physically towards Namir at his words. He felt like a child being scolded, though he truly had not expected any different. What he had done was indeed childish, but still in his mind it had been the proper thing to do given the circumstances. There was no being taken as a coward or a person who made empty threats in the line of work he had found himself in, one had to act to be taken seriously. To an outsider of the world Neriasis had been part of for two hundred years such actions would indeed be considered over the top, but to the world of shadows it was a mere dusting of what could have actually happened. The surface world was on a bit of a different set of rules than the underdark, and the drow understood this and had to play down what he could have done into something more acceptable to this new position. “I don’t plan on doing a thing to her,” said the drow keeping his voice as even as he could despite a small bubbling of anger, “Aniketos is far less frightening than most if not all of the individuals I have had to deal with for the past two hundred years. I’ve dealt with assassins before, skilled ones at that. I am telling you do not worry about it, I have everything under control. Shrista won’t be in my care for very long. Even if he doesn’t come looking for I have no intention of harming her or keeping her for any extended period of time.” Grinding his teeth together slightly Neriasis reminded himself that he was a different man than he had been all those years ago, technically two years or so by the time on Elenlond, but around two hundred in time for him. So much time one would think that the ex-god of order would have learned his lesson, but he was still just as arrogant and violent as ever. But he was managing to keep it in check, and the close physical contact with Namir was helping, so too was the other’s semi-acceptance of who he was. However it was the word ‘gods’ that really ruffled the drow’s feathers and his mood darkened considerably for a few moments. Those red eyes that were usually quite bright when in Namir’s presence darkened to a dangerous shade of red. “If you had any idea of who I was, of who I’ve been, you wouldn’t be worrying so much about such a little thing as a kidnapping,” the words started off harsh and with a bit of a growl, but by the end the drow’s mood had shifted and his words had lightened into a more soothing tone. Everything seemed to fade back into a lighter mood when Namir asked about the armor. “A bit more difficult than you might think, hmm?” laughed the drow moving his hands to take care of the armor and removed the dark article of protection. Though from one dark object to another was the case, as his skin was just as dark as the armor that had been covering it, though of a purple coloration than blue as the armor had been. Neriasis had been created for battle and the build of his muscles showed that, though they had softened some during his time as a magic user, they were starting to firm up once more now that he was back into the physical aspects of fighting. Across his chest there was a scar from left shoulder to right hip, an ancient wound that sometimes he forgot how it had even come to be; and on his back between his shoulder blades was another deep and ancient scar. |
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| Namir Govannan | Feb 2 2014, 05:21 PM Post #10 |
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Namir nodded, "Alright, I trust you, as long as you have everything under control. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Namir wasn't sure why he had acted that way, it was odd. The man before him wasn't irresponsible, or stupid. He didn't need Namir stepping in and solving all of his problems for him. It was almost absurd to thing that Neriasis would have done something like this without a plan. Neriasis' mood shifted for a moment after Namir had scolded him. Namir might not have noticed it without all the diplomat tutoring he had been though. He felt embarrassed for the way he had acted and for a moment a little scared that he had made an irreparable mistake. The moment passed however and Namir watched Neriasis remove his armor, noting the specific motions in case he needed to do it later. He hoped that at some point at a later date he would. The armor came away to reveal the strong chest of a fighter, with a scar that look as if it should have been deadly. "Gods," Namir breathed, "How did you get that." Namir couldn't help but run his hands over the hard scar tissue from shoulder to waist. Once his hand hit the bottom though he wrapped his arm around and pulled the man in for another kiss. From there he slipped down and began biting at the man's neck. That had been a bit of a favorite of his only other lover, so he thought it would probably be the same for this one. He felt another scar on Neriasis' back and stopped for a moment. "What happened to you?" he asked, very concerned. He thought that at one point Neriasis might have been tortured, though that usually leaves smaller, and more plentiful scars. There was more to Neriasis than Namir thought he wanted to know, but he certainly needed to know more about that man than he currently did. |
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| Neriasis | Feb 10 2014, 10:03 AM Post #11 |
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Gods, there was that word again, but this time it didn’t ruffle the drow’s feathers. Everyone had their own way of cursing in that particular way that invoked whatever belief they had in a deity; he even know those that didn’t believe that would still use the word as some kind of surprised curse. It was fine he supposed, though it still invoked a bit of a bad taste in his mouth. If any of the spirits remained from Mianor he thought he’d love to give them a piece of his mind; and if possible pry the power they possessed from them. Maybe once all this kidnapping business was done he’d see what Mianor power he could pry from the world. Thoughts eased away with the kiss and further slipped away into a quiet oblivion when Namir nipped at his neck. His hands moved to rest lightly at the other’s hips resisting the urge to be forceful of needy. Tilting his head to the side for a moment before giving a slow blink at the question, it was a reasonable question to ask after all, most people tended to be curious about how scars come to be. “It was a long time ago,” he said in a somewhat reassuring tone noting the other’s concern, “The scar across my chest is from a demon, but it’s been so long that I could not tell you the details of exactly how or why it happened. The one on my back has always been there, a byproduct of my creation.” There was one more scar he could tell the Kitsune about but it wasn’t one he thought would be appropriate just yet. Conversations about the person responsible for the third scar were better left unsaid, in part because they were somewhat painful memories and also because Neriasis was sure Namir did not want to hear about his past lover during such an intimate moment. “Now is this really the kind of conversation you want?” asked the drow moving to tease the other by nipping at the kitsune’s jawline, “To remind me how old I am?" |
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| Namir Govannan | Mar 17 2014, 07:59 PM Post #12 |
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Namir continued to lightly chew the man’s neck for another few moments before pulling back. “Immortals don’t get old, they get experience, and I’d rather have someone who’s as experienced as I am.” In truth Namir didn’t know how old the other man was, if he had to guess he’d say that Neriasis was a good deal older than himself, but age didn’t mean much when eternity looked one in the face. Namir kissed Neriasis softly at first, building the desire in both of them. Namir wasn’t sure why things were the way they were, he wasn’t sure how this relationship had started. Not really sure anyway, but it seemed natural. There seemed to be something that meshed between the two of them. Though they were opposites in many respects there seemed to be more commonalities than differences. He pulled the other man closer to himself by the waste. In Namir’s experience encounters like this were very similar to fights, you just had to read the other person and adjust your style to fit them. Namir had no idea how to do this in this instance, but he had some idea. He felt the heat of the other as they pulled closer, Namir’s excitement increased. He was looking forward to the nights activities. “I think we’ll need a blanket,” Namir whispered in Neriasis’ ear. Namir began to brush his hands up and down the other man’s body, feeling the toned muscles of his shoulders and back. He didn’t have one, and he suspected the other man wouldn’t either. They could use his robe but that wouldn’t leave much room, and he didn’t like the idea of trying to scrub dirt and grass off of himself before morning. There was a lot he could get by with, but a tub filled with mud wasn’t one of them. His maid would ask questions, and that would lead to awkward rumors of forest sex parties or some such thing. Namir was too caught up in his passions to think of some solution to the blanket crisis however. There were limits even to his natural levelheadedness. He left it up to the masterpiece before him to take the next step. |
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| Neriasis | Mar 28 2014, 07:21 AM Post #13 |
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“That is one way of looking at it,” mused the drow. But sometimes even looking at it in such a way didn’t help him not feel old some days. There were days when he felt exhausted, but maybe that had nothing to do with age and everything to do with the creatures around him. Seldom did he find himself in the company of other immortals. He was somewhat still too impatient in the views of other immortals around his age and older than him, but he would blame that on the influence of mortals whose short lived lives made them more impatient over certain areas of life. Whatever the reason it didn’t bother him, let them live their slow lives how they pleased he would live his as he liked; because unlike some of them he was all too aware that in the end he was still mortal and he could still die. A slight chill of excitement crept up the drow’s spin at the other’s whisper. It was a surprise really, a pleasant one but a surprise nonetheless. He had not expected anything of this sort so soon, and of course that meant he was just as unprepared as the other. This realization doused a little bit of his excitement but did not extinguish it all together. They might have been missing two very important items, but there were a few things they could do to enjoy one another that required neither and were just as intimate in his book. “Only if you don’t want to get dirty,” chuckled the drow softly, “I suppose that is more of a problem for you than me.” After all Neriasis could have returned covered in mud from head to toe and no one would have questioned him about it. “But that is not the important thing missing here,” he said softly running his hand along the other’s jawline, “I’ll remember next time to bring it. I’ll just share my attentions in a different manner tonight.” With that being said the drow slid down the other to rest on his knees before Namir. ((I’m just going to fade to black here. ))
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| Namir Govannan | May 18 2014, 10:35 AM Post #14 |
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Namir hadn't exactly planned what he had just asked. It wasn't something one should plan regardless, but he hadn't really expected himself to ask it. He had been caught up in the moment, and even realizing what he had just said didn't stop him. He realized that’s still what he wanted. There were very few he could trust fully now that he had decided to get himself an army of mercenaries, assassins, and thieves. He had probably put Neriasis into physical danger, but if anyone could put the pieces together he would have the entire country out for his blood, from the lowliest beggar to some of his oldest friends. His thoughts were distracted by the other man. Namir sighed contentedly, Neriasis was obviously much more skilled than himself, but he had tried his best to return the other’s affections. Such things required more coordination than he would have thought. He had gained new respect for those whose occupation would require such skills daily. “Well, I’m glad I made the trip out here,” he chuckled. They were sitting on one of the chunks of ruin strewn around the area. He had yet to put his robe back on, and his tails hung off the edge of the stone limply. “The plot thickens,” he whispered to himself. |
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| Neriasis | May 19 2014, 07:36 AM Post #15 |
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In truth Namir had not put Neriasis into any more danger than he had already placed himself. None of his dealings with the councilor had anything to do with his potential to be in danger, if anything it was the reverse of that. Namir's association with the drow was more likely to cause the kitsune to get caught in whatever crossfire the drow stirred up, if any were to discover the connection between the two. Neriasis had always had a talent for trouble and bringing that trouble down upon the ones he loved, though more often than not it was his own wrath that ended up being his undoing not the wrath that others brought down upon him. He might have to think about making more friends than enemies in the future, enemies were easy, friends not so much. He still worried that eventually Namir would turn on him, simply because the kitsune still only had a vague idea of who Neriasis was and what he was capable of. "I am glad you did as well," commented the drow softly tilting his head to look at Namir. They were an odd pair for certain. But perhaps no odder than Aniketos and his drow lover Shrista. Now there was a curious comparison. Shrista's danger did not come directly from herself but from her demon cohort, though she had some potential for danger in her as well. Of course comparing Aniketos to Namir probably wasn't all that fair either, though they both shared the same love of their country. Neriasis would have to consider what was going on with the other councilor in time, if he was more for his country or for personal gain. In the end the drow didn't care, he could have cared less for Soto and its politics, but for the moment it was home and the thought of being cast out was not a pleasant one. So he would play the game as it needed to be played, assist Namir in his goals while furthering his own. "We'll have to plan this little outings more regularly," commented the drow after coming out of his own thoughts. Of all the things that could go wrong he wasn't sure this was one that he could stand to go wrong. |
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| Namir Govannan | Jun 25 2014, 12:59 PM Post #16 |
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Namir nodded and nipped the other mans neck playfully. He didn’t know what else could be said or done here but he didn’t want to leave. It would take time to get back but he didn’t have to leave right away, and he didn’t suspect the other would have to leave any time soon either, though they both probably needed their sleep. He wondered if there was a way to extend the meeting, if he could somehow prolong the time spend in the dark, to avoid the day and all its hustle and bustle. He had to go play judge to disputes in the morning, so sleeping in wasn’t exactly an option, in his situation it never was. His schedule was tight during the day. At night he was free, but being a Councilor freedom was relative, he was not trapped, but his comings and goings were always observed, and always became the next day’s gossip if it wasn’t squelched fast enough. He could think of only one conversation that wouldn’t involve work, but it wasn’t exactly something he wanted to bring up. His tails swished and his ears drooped with anxiety at the thought that seemed both a saving grace and a massive catastrophe. Namir gulped and opened his mouth, only to close it again. He sighed and decided against it, it was not a conversation to be had in the nights glow. |
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| Neriasis | Jun 26 2014, 10:21 AM Post #17 |
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Neriasis gave a grumble of pleasure at the nipping and wished too for the night to go on endlessly. It had been too long since he had been able to relax and even longer still to be able to relax with someone you trusted by your side. The thought of having to eventually return to the city was a sour one. It was a shame that they would have to leave separately, as a stroll through the forest back to town would have been an ideal end to such a lovely night. “Something on your mind,” asked the drow taking note of the subtle actions the other took that seemed to express that the kitsune had wished to say something then decided against it. Sliding his hand between them he found Namir’s and intertwined his fingers with the other’s. It was a simple gesture but at the same time quite the powerful one as well. It was caring, affectionate and soft; unlike the drow’s exterior which seemed cold, calculating and merciless. Neriasis clearly did not lack compassion, but it often appeared overcast by his ambition. |
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| Namir Govannan | Jun 30 2014, 02:40 PM Post #18 |
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The gesture took Namir a bit by surprise. Suddenly his hand was entwined in another’s. It made his mind fog up in a weird sort of way. He couldn’t quite focus on what he had been about to say, not the specifics anymore. Since Neriasis had asked. “I was just going to say something about my only other lover, but I seem to have misplaced my thoughts,” he half chuckled. He wasn’t sure how the other would take it. They had been together for a long while, in a strange sort of way. He knew very little about her, but they had shared many nights in the light of a fire, or in the dark. She had some sort of shady profession, a thief or an assassin. She’d called herself Ruby, but he didn’t know if it was her real name once he thought about it. She just appeared one night, and for the next few they’d spoken of a great many things, though some topics became taboo very quickly. She had told him very little about herself while sharing so much, it was strange. After a year of midnight visits and late dinners she disappeared. It seemed clear that whatever he profession had been it became a danger to one or both of them and she left. He never tried to track her down, he wouldn’t have known how, and who would he have asked. He became a Councillor and that sealed him even tighter to secrecy about his private life. So he had allowed it to end, and though the feelings stayed far longer than they should eventually they faded and he returned to whatever qualified as normal in his life. It seemed people had a habit of leaving him, he realized. His sister, his mother, his father, his lover, they had all left, by one mode or another. He was suddenly quite afraid that Neriasis would eventually leave too, though he was another immortal, so he could not die of natural causes, like so many others. “I wasn’t sure that was something you would want to talk about on a night like tonight.” |
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| Neriasis | Jul 7 2014, 07:51 AM Post #19 |
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“Probably for the best,” said the drow turning to place a light kiss upon Namir’s cheek. There was so much that could go wrong when bringing up a past lover. The least of which would have been stirring up the drow’s ungodly jealousy. But also it was something he was sure would remind him of his past lover, and all the horrible things he had done. No, it was best just to let that part of his past rest. Of course Namir’s recollection of a past lover might not be on par with the painfulness of Neriasis’s. Things were difficult to judge when you did not know enough about the person you wished to share them with. There was plenty however that the drow would willingly share with Namir if he asked, it was just a matter of asking. Some would come out over time, while other parts of his history the drow would keep locked away for as long as he could. “I think that might be a conversation better left unsaid,” replied Neriasis, “You start talking about your past lover and I am bound to start talking about mine, and that is not a pleasant path to tread.” |
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| Namir Govannan | Aug 1 2014, 11:35 AM Post #20 |
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Namir chuckled, "Then I'd best not bring it up." Namir kissed Neriasis on the cheek in return. Though he didn't want the night to end he also knew it must, and it felt as if it was drawing to a close. Namir looked back on what they had just done and decided that if that was how the night was to end than he couldn't complain, it had been fun. Namir breathed in the forest air and looked up at the trees for a moment. There was something magical about this night, there had to be . Namir watched the stars twinkle overhead, and smiled at the insignificance of it all. He could always console himself with that at least. That no matter what happened tonight or any other night for that matter it was all small on a cosmic scale, not even a ripple on the lake of the universe, though perhaps it was a splash in the lake of his own life. Namir sighed and kissed Neriasis again. "I think this night draws to a close, we should probably be heading back." Edited by Namir Govannan, Jan 23 2015, 07:21 PM.
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