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"Deception?" Caleb asked with a slightly out of breath chuckle. "Is that so? Maybe I need to demand reparations now." Kissing Essek still felt like a warm spring shower, something soft and fragile that he didn't want to mess up. Desperatly. Instead of being truly offended and moving away, Caleb moved forward and placed another, lingering, kiss against lavender lips. It aimed to tease and it was obvious that the wizard tried desperately not to smile too wide. After he pulled away just a little, strands of copper hair fell into his face while he watched the Drow, dragging his fingers over Essek's scalp. He had nothing of Eadwolf's ferocity or Astrid's calculated ambition the traits that had doomed a young Bren beyond recognition. Essek had something gentle and soft, always reassuring, always questioning, never wanting to push too far and it was everything Caleb needed to heal, yet sometimes he wanted to push a little further. So he did, cupping Essek's cheek and pulling him in once more. "Vielleicht muss ich dir ja manieren beibringen."

Caleb made a disapproving noise as Essek pulled away from him. Strands of outgrown reddish hair fell over his face as he leaned forward to press his forehead gently against the elve's. "Nein." He whispered softly. "I wouldn't dream of it." It was a blatant lie and the wizard couldn't help but give in to the smirk playing on his lips. "Wouldn't you like to know." There was a low rumble in his chest, a chuckle that drifted up between them. Caleb wrapped his arms around his love's back and hugged him back. "Bitte. Tell me if this is too much. The last thing I want is to overstep your boundaries." He retreated a little to look at Essek, his thumb and index finger cupping his chin. There was want for Essek, always, but a gentleness that outweight any need for pleasure he could ever feel. Caleb's only concen would ever be the Drow's comfort.

@troublemqkers - asked for a Winter‘s Crest present There was an eager glow to her wings, gold and brilliant compared to the whiteish light she usually tried to keep contained whenever they were on one of their missions but today there was no occasion to keep herself contained as she barely hovered an item several times her size close to the floor. The Faerie of the Golden Orchard gave her a few odd stares but none of them truly seemed to care what Thimble got up to but they didn‘t offer any help either. So, the parcel took some damage as she vaulted it up the stairs of the Royce household towards the quarters that had been assigned to Aranessa and Thjazi. She only hoped the stubborn orc was there as per her request and hadn‘t grown restless as he did so many times. Thimble could feel it. He wasn‘t comfortable within the large Manor House of the noble family she‘d served for so many years already. When Thimble made it up the walkway she froze mid air, plummeting a little dragged down by the weight of her gift. „Thjazi!“ She called. „Open up I can‘t fit through the window.!“ She obviously could but there was a chance that her gift would drag her down faster then she could fly up. Thimble flew against the door a few times, creating the sound of knocking. „Come on, this is important.“

"Sorry if you got bored to death while waiting!" Thimble spat, her eyes glinting with unvoiced frustration and exertion at the wound up parcel she had barely managed to fly up the stairs. "You should really find a hobby.". She dragged it into the spacious room. The parcel was placed on the table with a huge effort and clatter. The Faerie dropped next to it, breathing heavily. "I got you a gift." She beamed. Inside the paper he would find a leather belt and silver buckle. There were patterns of leaves and vines and banners autered into the material. Loops had been placed fo easy adjustmeant and the buckle bore a filegree of a falcon. There was enough space to put his scabberd and blade to it as well as several other weapons. "I think that might get you less bored."

Bolaire put a gloved hand on that blade. That damned tool that doomed Thjazi in the first place and he wouldn‘t let Hal doom as well. It wasn‘t an artifact by any means but it held symbolic power… And symbols could inspire. He didn‘t push the weapon down and away but his hand was a firm lever to keep his friend from committing a fatal mistake. „Twelve hours ago.“ Bolaire held his voice steady but there was a strain to it betraying the self control it took him to talk level headed with Hal right now. „Your brother was executed. By the Sundered Houses themselves and we don‘t know which forces inspired that spectacularly terrible rescue attempt Taisha and Thimble were a part of. What do you think will happen when you start walking around with the Liar‘s blade on your back? Shadia and Hero are still in the picture and I don‘t think anyone would make an exception for them.“ The blue pinpricks shone brighter from the deeply set eye sockets to his mask. „I‘m not saying you shouldn‘t be angry but I council caution.“

If the man he was wearing ever had a tight chest he certainly had experienced it through Bolaire's senses now. It lifted slightly when the blade was sat back down on the table with a hesitant clatter. "Don't say it as if it is an accusation. That is quite beneath you." He teased and stepped back just a bit to give Hal space. "Music and a pen has always been your greatest weapon. You don't need the liar's blade. Don't make the same mistakes your brother did." Thjazi had been a fool, driven by his emotion and whims, using people wherever he could. He condemmed them to his cause and swallowed them heart and soul. Azune was the best example. He wouldn't let Hal face the same fate.

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Aranessa softened where Julien hardened, her eyes shining with a suspicious gleam that had nothing to do with her magic and everything to do with the grief that held her heart. "I will take on and respect your oath my dear julien, but as your friend and your lady I will speak an order too. You are not allowed to die, wherever our path takes us. We fight to stay alive." She watched her friend, memories of an easier childhood swirling in her minds eye and connecting the determined youth with his older counterpart seemed so easy here, seeing his jaw set and determination blooming in his eyes but there was a rage that hadn't haunted his childhood and therer was a fear that hadn't haunted hers. "I don't intend to become another source of grief for you." Her own promise to him as Aranessa reached her magic into the ground and willed a small bud to grow, it followed her hand and blossomed into a sword lily. One flower for all they had lost. She didn't find it within herself to conjure more. Once it was formed the Lady plucked it and held it out to Julien. "Ever since we lost the connection to Faerie our power was in name only... I can still use it's magic but... I'm sorry it wasn't enough to protect you or your father." She wondered if anyone of their respective families was still alive or if herself and Julien where all that was left of the name Royce and Davinos.

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