#mauvesier

-Dua Lipa

-Dia Lupa Ya'll BETTER start listening to her.

Mauve, a ghostblood agent, 26 years old...falls in love with her boss. Now, here me out: It takes time. It's a slow burn, a slooooow burn. And the two of them, Kelsier and Mauve both, are immediatly attracted to one another, and four six years dance this sexual and romantic tension. Kelsier knows its inappropriate what he's feeling. He's also aware of the age difference; forgetting he's immortal and 3 centuries old, 40 to 26 is well, it's a gap. But she's charming, she's intelligent, she challenges him. She's an astounding agent, and he quickly takes her and sends Moonlight on other projects, keeping Mauve close at hand. (Moonlight was her mentor.) Mauve finds him much the same way. The two have long conversations, planning sessions, and bond privately while others cannot see. All platonically. All...appropiately. But underneath it all, both want more. It shows in looks, in glances, in touches that linger just a bit too long. Kelsier eventually takes her to the south. Now Idk what the fuck he was doing down there; I'm guessing he had contacts he needed to see, or something important and relevant to the situation with the Set. Perhaps something to do with the Bands? But he takes her. And oh, a world of flirting comes down upon them. Very on the nose flirting. Very...inappropriate. And after it all, after the dust has settled, and Marasi has rejected the invitation to join, he invites her to dinner. He has finally tired of waiting, finally tired of hoping his feelings would change. They'd only grown stronger, more fervent. His desire for her roared within him, and hers was much the same. The two had a quite romantic candlelit dinner in his conservatory. Mauve wore a black dress; a sleek gown that hugged all her curves in a scandalous sort of way; a gown they'd seen in a shopkeeps window down south. He had said he'd like that on a woman; and she had bought it. They spoke of unromantic things, Moonlights retreival, Marasi's rejection, Harmony, The Set, and Allomancy...Until it wasn't business anymore. Until he looked at her in that outfit, shoulders exposed, necklace about her neck, and told her how perfect she looked. Oh Harmony the dam had burst. With that comment, they had broken all boundaries and had side stepped propreity, and both knew it was wrong and went on with it anyways. Mauve was 30 now, Kelsier was still 40. The age difference was much closer. Had she ever truly cared about it, anyways? Kelsier didn't care; he had her in his arms. The first woman he'd cared about for centuries, the first woman since Mare to have caught his eye and held it. And Ruin, he was going to hold onto her.

Not like a military cut, but just above the ears, shorter than he's ever had it before. Mauve does the same; cuts her long hair into a pixie cut. Kelsier was NOT pleased, but got over it. I really need Kelsier to get his powers back. I need to see him fly again.

He didn't realize it for years. He'd told himself, as the world was remade and those around him told him he had company, that he wouldn't be alone, that he couldn't love Mauve; at least, not as he'd loved Mare. It was stupid, in retrospect. Perhaps a part of him felt it was a betrayal to Mare. In reality, as he looked upon the flowers that bore her name...he realized she'd have wanted him to love again. And he did. His love for Mauve was a secret thing, but he felt it, deep within whenever he saw her. Whenever she laughed, whenever they spoke of serious matters, of little matters, or nothing at all. She made him laugh, she challenged him, she seemed to understand him like no one could; not anymore. For what was he? Not a man, no. He was...something else. An etching. Not quite a ghost but not alive, either. He stood on the balcony of the house he'd taken with Mauve. The Southern Scadrian's had embraced him as their leader, and he was all to willing to aid them. They were a clustered lot; fraught with years of bitter starvation and freezing to death. Now they rallied behind him, reveling in the power he brought. True...it was nothing more then a few unkeyed metal minds, but it was still power to them. Power he shared with them, for their survival. Power that was duplicated for the good of the people. "Brooding again?" The voice made the corner of his lip twitch in a smile. He didn't turn. "I do not brood, Mauve." He paused. "I ponder." He turned, winking. She snorted, walking forward, joining him at the railing. "Then what are you pondering about?" She asked, taking his hand. She'd embraced her love for him. She clung to him, tightly, as if leaving him meant death. At first, it had worried him. Now he realized that if she left to wander the Cosmere as she had prior to her meeting him, she would die: Her mind would slip away, locked behind a wall, possibly to never rise again. He held her hand in both of his own. "You, actually." He looked at her. "I was pondering about you." She raised a brow. Colorless, like the rest of her. Perhaps a very pale blonde. He smiled. "How I've been...unfair to you these past few years." "Unfair to me? Kelsier you've given me more than I deserve." She leaned into him. She felt that, huh? "I've never told you that I loved you, though." She froze. "And I do. I was just too dense to realize it until recently." She slowly turned her face to look up at him, eyes wide. "I..." He trailed off. Those eyes were so beautiful. Expansive. How old was she, really? Older then he, at least. "Kelsier, I..." "I'm sorry." He cut across her. "For not saying it for so long. I'm a stubborn bastard, Mauve." His voice quieted. "I felt as if loving you was a betrayal to Mare, and kept it quiet." He told her these things. The only person he ever would tell them too. "Kelsier, I knew you loved me." She squeezed his hand in her own. "I never felt as if you didn't." "It's not the same as me actually saying it." She gazed up at him with those pale eyes of hers. Snow. He thought. That's the color of her eyes. "I suppose not." She looked away, smiling. "And I forgive you, for not saying it all these years." He tilted to rest his head upon hers. She forgave him. He'd revel in that.

You guys these two love to dress up and pretend to be of the lower classes and go to divey areas and wreak havoc and then fuck each other senseless while laughing at all the trouble they caused.

His joy would make coming to Roshar again worth it <3