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As if by fate there was a sound outside the entry of his sanctum through the Row entrance. Or perhaps it was the flash of light and surge of magic. His kin most certainly felt the oddity. Even for his sanctum it was unusual.

“Magister? Is everything okay in there?” One of his guards called.

He looks around before landing on his golem. The arcane servant stood dutifully beside the wall. He raised his hand and channeled his mana into it, the only way to command it. It stepped across the room and scooped up the creature before turning to take them out of sight.

The guard jogged into the room with sword drawn. “Magister!”

“All is fine. The crystal I was scrying had an adverse reaction.” Astalor replied. “Return to your post.”

The guard looks around, still not fully convinced but didn’t press. They turn and left slowly, inspecting if anything was off. While he appreciated the thoroughness of his guards in this case it was almost annoying. It was keeping him from his interest. He’s more than capable of dispatching of any foe that was foolish enough to challenge him anyhow. He highly doubts the drunks that wander in from the Row and bar would offer much difficulty.

Waiting a moment he followed down the spiral to the lower part of his sanctum. He caught up to the golem and watched it activate the ward to allow it to enter his study. Where it not so gently dumped the strange creature inside before returning to its post.

Icy blue eyes met the gleaming green ones, and there was a shine of interest in them. "I will gladly accept your offer to come see your city. And I am certain that there is indeed much to study. No matter how old we are, you and I have grown up and lived in such different worlds, I would be surprised if there is nothing we can teach each other."

As for a physical magic Astalor may study, Thranduil pondered over that for a moment. "My staff." He handed it to his guest. The staff itself was made of oak and the top was an intricate growth of branches that resembled a braid. Thranduil had adorned it with leaves and berries of the season to match the seasonal crown on his golden head. At this time of the year, both his staff and crown were decorated with yellow and pink flowers, as well as bright green leaves.

“Your staff? I’d consider it an honour to have something so personal of yours.” He agreed to the idea. It shouldn’t be too hard to siphon the magic from it back home.

He sensed some magic from this king, but in comparison to the average sin’dorei it was more a flicker than a mana pool. If they don’t rely on it then they wouldn’t need a well or develop mana in the first place. They have rangers. Some of them oh so sweetly greeted him when he walked through the portal with their bows drawn in his face.

Of course he had a feeling their rangers were just as capable as their own. The portal popped practically inside of this little elf city, they weren’t exactly keen on killing him so he didn’t see them in action. But their steady hands and focused eyes held the same kind of practiced precision he’s seen before. Ah, it was almost like he was back home annoying Farstriders. Perhaps Halduron could find the time to speak to some of them to continue harbouring this new cross dimensional relationship.

All this to say he wasn’t completely surprised at the way whatever magic this creature used was disrupted by the anguish. He could see the outline of something else under the cloak it was using. But it wasn’t really his business to ask too many questions, much to Rommath’s annoyance to his dismissiveness.

The fun little light show however was quite unusual. His vision had the small speckles of black and red that comes from a sudden exposure. He’s never seen mana act like that. It was hard to look away but it came with a consequence for his curiosity. Perhaps it would have been better to have handed over a wyrm core to start with. Nausea was a wave later but he certainly wasn’t going to let anyone see him weakened by an arcane explosion. It wasn’t so different from the flash of arcane mages and sin’dorei can force from their bodies in a dire battle.

“You should reapply your disguise quickly. Before someone walks in here. My kin are on edge enough with everything going on. Another oddity is bound to get you arrested or killed.” He spoke without much shift in his ever calm tone. His eyes shut calmly until his side effect left and the static like dispersing of the arcane in the air faded. After a deep breath he opens his eyes to look at the creature. “If you are unable, I have a study in my sanctum on the lower level that no one may enter but me.”

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

"Ho? I do suppose I am feeling generous..." Misery as a source of strength was not entirely unbelievable or unheard of. But to find it synthesized, so to speak was most unusual. His thin, purplish tongue gave another languid, thoughtful draw across the crystal's surface, this time, thoughtfully engrossed. His antenna twitched sporadically like visible cogs of his processing mind.

"Like layered echos, overpowering and indistinct. Heavy." Then, a glow shivered across the vibrant patterns of his not-so-cloak. Whatever it was this was made of, it was concentrated. Potent.

It’s a skill the blood elves have mastered for thousands of years. It’s the same they use to draw power from the well. A double edged sword, as it’s easy to become addicted to the power it grants. It was risky for him to grapple with it now having had taken on some intake earlier today but… how could he resist showing off what anguish can accomplish?

“Visualize drawing its power. Grip it and when you’re ready the magic will siphon into you.” His instructions were spoken with the calm confidence of someone who had done this a thousand times.

A small blue spark exploded from the crystal’s centre before it turned dark. A faint red smoke plumes in its wake. For a moment his green eyes change as the surge of magic flowed throughout his network. But just as fast it dispersed as he absorbed it.

“Anguish is quite… potent. A small crystal from a Hunt will supply a mage with enough arcane to handle back to back battles.” A smile grew on his face, something almost perverted about the joy he felt.

The now dim crystal he simply crushed in his palm. It becomes quite brittle after siphoning. But just crushing it while it was full will force a manifestation of anguish to form and attack. Useful in its own way. But the sanctum just got cleaned. It’d be a shame to have to wipe off all the congealed blood off the marble.

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There was no denying the way Jin's eyes tracked the subtle glow of the rotating crystal in the elf's hand, a peculiar bauble that indeed emanating a fragrance that was equal parts enticing and strange. Truth be told, Jin's diet was primarily liquid with a few mushy exceptions. Sweet nectar was by far the most nutritious, but wine was plentiful, and, if desperate... some moths were known to dine on a more vital liquid.

This was a good crystal. High quality and almost pure from the agony it absorbed. A shame to lose it before he could truly learn from it. But he has champions running around doing his bidding. Astalor can always get more…. Such a beautiful cycle.

He lets it slip from his fingers into the moth man’s unusual grip. Last time he saw fingers like that was on… necromancers. If this thing can raise the dead it certainly will be struck down swiftly. Sin’dorei don’t take kindly to lich. Even unusual bug themed ones.

This whole time he was silent. He was observing. He didn’t sense much arcane from it. But that doesn’t mean it can’t use magic.