#pheletes

I started “stealing” in my teens, mostly just stupid shit like putting stuff in my pockets. Then in my early 20s I had to start doing it for survival (groceries and the like).

To date my most impressive feats have been grocery hauls - but I’ve also gotten some pretty expensive electronics and a really nice set of new pots and pans.

I never steal from small businesses or family run stores - I only ever steal from big chains like Hallmart, Targot, Kruger, etc.

The Sin'dorei were not known for their celebration of the seasons, as they saw very little of them in their somewhat sheltered, magically sustained lands; however, there were a few lingering traditions, and with the influence of the humans, and then the races of the Horde, many Sin'dorei families had taken up the celebration of the seasons. Dath'anar manor was currently decorated with festive Winter’s Veil flair, albeit modestly so. As the Blood Knight looked around the room, he smiled softly at the small touches that his housekeeper, Neeva, had made for the holidays. This one was extra special, she had stated to him the week before; after all, there were now two elflings under the roof.

He turned his attention to his mother’s piano, the black polished wood gleaming in the candlelight. Neeva had gone and bought a small potted tree, it seemed, and it was currently perched on the center of the piano, surrounded by a red tree skirt embroidered with silver branches and white snowflakes. A box sat next to the tree, and it was this that he stepped closer to see; within the box sat many different colorful baubles with hooks – decorations for the tree, he assumed. Some were small bells, others frosted orbs, delicate leaves or diamond shaped crystals that created tiny prism rainbows on the surrounding surfaces.

Neeva had made sure that he would be home this evening and the next day; he had been working long hours, though he had requested, much to his horror, a temporary “agreement” with his superiors to keep him on paperwork duty a few days a week, something he loathed; however, with his own elfling at home, and now Pheletes’ young sister living at the manor, he felt he needed to be closer to home.  After enduring a three-day covert recovery mission in Ashran, he had come back to find that he was the only one who had returned from missions that week.

Viex'ha, the mother of his child, had left on an important mission and had not come back.

Pheletes, his lover,  had been sent on a mission and had not come back.

To say that he wasn’t worried, would not be truthful in the least bit. He trusted them both, in skill and intelligence, but their absence bothered him greatly. He was used to Viex'ha’s spontaneous, sometimes lengthy disappearances…it came with the territory of her work, after all. Secret this and secret that. Pheletes, however… The knight frowned, his gaze flicking upward as Anica entered the room with Neeva. Neeva bore a plate of what appeared to be cookies and Silvendiel could easily catch the scent of ginger and molasses wafting through the air. Anica, he had noticed, was taking her brother’s absence hard and was trying not to show it. He had spoken to her a few times, assuring her that her brother would return when he could, but her obvious fear and doubts were beginning to affect him. He himself was beginning to worry.

As the battle had begun to slow, he had the chance to observe the hunter more intimately; he watched as the man’s arm pulled back the nocked arrow, one of his green eyes squinting closed before he let the arrow fly. This was something Silvendiel was quite familiar with, being an accomplished archer himself, and he could not help but admire the woodsman’s form. He watched as the hunter’s gaze moved smoothly between targets, and watched as an arm lifted to snag an arrow from his back before nocking it, aiming and releasing. Pheletes darted forward, slightly crouched as he found a better position, and the Blood Knight’s lips twitched upward on one side as their eyes met, albeit briefly.

There were no specific details about the hunter’s appearance that made him attractive to the knight. He was rather plain when Silvendiel thought about it, lacking the ultra-fine, angular features of the majority of their kin and rather simply garbed in average, unadorned clothing while not suited in his chainmail armor. Perhaps it was the unassuming display that he found attractive…a sort of handsome elven ruggedness unhindered by pretentious ideals.

Whatever it was, the knight had become quite enamored with studying the man while he was dutifully focused on the battle.

It was not the man’s appearance that had originally attracted him, but rather his mind. He thought that perhaps they were somewhat similar in that they both had an easy nature about them, but both also heavily guarded with their emotions in most things. Their connection had been instant, he thought; they fell into easy conversation that was laced with teasing jabs and whimsical fables…something the Blood Knight had thoroughly enjoyed, though it also reminded him of the beginnings of a previous relationship that had also begun on the very rock he and Pheletes had met upon.

As he continued to watch the hunter move, taking note of every small detail, every quirk, every subtle expression, he pondered where this  liaison might lead. The knight was hesitant as he always was; while his general thoughts on the matter of relationships had shifted -for the better, he supposed- he still felt the need to step back, to keep those walls firmly in place. However, curiously, the instinct to go forward was far stronger and this puzzled him greatly.

His eyes strayed over the strong jaw and fell to the hunter’s lips, now held in a flat line as he watched the moving throng of soldiers; lips that Silvendiel had tasted and teased and bitten until they had bled.

The Sin'dorei were not known for their celebration of the seasons, as they saw very little of them in their somewhat sheltered, magically sustained lands; however, there were a few lingering traditions, and with the influence of the humans, and then the races of the Horde, many Sin'dorei families had taken up the celebration of the seasons. Dath'anar manor was currently decorated with festive Winter's Veil flair, albeit modestly so. As the Blood Knight looked around the room, he smiled softly at the small touches that his housekeeper, Neeva, had made for the holidays. This one was extra special, she had stated to him the week before; after all, there were now two elflings under the roof.  

He turned his attention to his mother's piano, the black polished wood gleaming in the candlelight. Neeva had went and bought a small potted tree, it seemed, and it was currently perched on the center of the piano, surrounded by a red tree skirt embroidered with silver branches and white snowflakes. A box sat next to the tree, and it was this that he stepped closer to see; within the box sat many different colorful baubles with hooks -- decorations for the tree, he assumed. Some were small bells, others frosted orbs, delicate leaves or diamond shaped crystals that created tiny prism rainbows on the surrounding surfaces.

Neeva had made sure that he would be home this evening and the next day; he had been working long hours, though he had requested, much to his horror, a temporary "agreement" with his superiors to keep him on paperwork duty a few days a week, something he loathed; however, with his own elfling at home, and now Pheletes' young sister living at the manor, he felt he needed to be closer to home.  After enduring a three-day covert recovery mission in Ashran, he had come back to find that he was the only one who had returned from missions that week.

Viex'ha, the mother of his child, had left on an important mission and had not come back.

Pheletes, his lover,  had been sent on a mission and had not come back.

To say that he wasn't worried, would not be truthful in the least bit. He trusted them both, in skill and intelligence, but their absence bothered him greatly. He was used to Viex'ha's spontaneous, sometimes lengthy disappearances...it came with the territory of her work, after all. Secret this and secret that. Pheletes, however... The knight frowned, his gaze flicking upward as Anica entered the room with Neeva. Neeva bore a plate of what appeared to be cookies and Silvendiel could easily catch the scent of ginger and molasses wafting through the air. Anica, he had noticed, was taking her brother's absence hard and was trying not to show it. He had spoken to her a few times, assuring her that her brother would return when he could, but her obvious fear and doubts were beginning to affect him. He himself was beginning to worry.

As the battle had begun to slow, he had the chance to observe the hunter more intimately; he watched as the man's arm pulled back the nocked arrow, one of his green eyes squinting closed before he let the arrow fly. This was something Silvendiel was quite familiar with, being an accomplished archer himself, and he could not help but admire the woodsman's form. He watched as the hunter's gaze moved smoothly between targets, and watched as an arm lifted to snag an arrow from his back before nocking it, aiming and releasing. Pheletes darted forward, slightly crouched as he found a better position, and the Blood Knight's lips twitched upward on one side as their eyes met, albeit briefly.

There were no specific details about the hunter's appearance that made him attractive to the knight. He was rather plain when Silvendiel thought about it, lacking the ultra-fine, angular features of the majority of their kin and rather simply garbed in average, unadorned clothing while not suited in his chainmail armor. Perhaps it was the unassuming display that he found attractive...a sort of handsome elven ruggedness unhindered by pretentious ideals.

Whatever it was, the knight had become quite enamored with studying the man while he was dutifully focused on the battle.

It was not the man's appearance that had originally attracted him, but rather his mind. He thought that perhaps they were somewhat similar in that they both had an easy nature about them, but both also heavily guarded with their emotions in most things. Their connection had been instant, he thought; they fell into easy conversation that was laced with teasing jabs and whimsical fables...something the Blood Knight had thoroughly enjoyed, though it also reminded him of the beginnings of a previous relationship that had also begun on the very rock he and Pheletes had met upon.

As he continued to watch the hunter move, taking note of every small detail, every quirk, every subtle expression, he pondered where this  liaison might lead. The knight was hesitant as he always was; while his general thoughts on the matter of relationships had shifted -for the better, he supposed- he still felt the need to step back, to keep those walls firmly in place. However, curiously, the instinct to go forward was far stronger and this puzzled him greatly.

His eyes strayed over the strong jaw and fell to the hunter's lips, now held in a flat line as he watched the moving throng of soldiers; lips that Silvendiel had tasted and teased and bitten until they had bled.