#theawokenqueen

There was a rumble of sorts that echoed through the Eliksni’s form--one that suggested annoyance, or something akin to ire in the least bit. The services he provided and employed were of an underground lawless sort, but business was business. He covered his footprints, left no loose ends untied, but occasionally collateral damage happened. As such, the events that were to unfold were unavoidable, yet ironic as the queen’s presence was. It had been her wars among the asteroid belt that began this mess, after all. Spider had simply been profiting.

Amid the rocky, High Plains of the Tangled Shore, the kingpin stood with a set of arms folded behind his back, while the fingers of the remaining two pressed together before his chest. Flanked on either side of his stately form had been two of what he called associates, followed by several other Eliksni a few steps behind. Preparation, as it were. Word of mouth made it known that the queen had forged her own friendships with his species--that she had been resourceful and forthcoming, had even been named Kell. Whatever the case might have been, Spider had washed his hands of his kinship with fellow Eliksni long ago; he worked for what he had and what he desired. The time of Kellship and houses had ended long ago. Her honourary title held no power over him.

--But he had to be careful. Had to be crafty in the way that this parlay went. As little as her matriarchy meant to him in the grand scheme of the universe, she had enough force to put something of a dent in his business ventures, and she was not someone he wished to make enemies with. Not when there was so much potential to be had.

“Ah, the beloved Awoken queen,” he greeted with a pleasant flourish; tone low, voice smooth as the words tumbled forth like silk, “I must say I was taken back that you wished to grace me with your presence.” His hand fell away then, posture shifting as she approached. 

          “    heyyyy,  mara sov !    good to see you.    how’s things been ?    petra ?    wait,  am i missing anything ?    oh !    that’s right.    your brother uldren !    ”

“Hey, hey! Your outfit looks super cute!”

Veles knew of Mara Sov, yes, but living a hermit’s life and avoiding social contact at every twist and turn tended to leave one very much out of the loop. Did she have any clue what Mara Sov looked like? Nope. Did she know she was complimenting the Awoken Queen? Another nope.

“Like--whoa. Where’d ya get it? Didja make it yourself? If you did, do you still have the pattern for that jacket, and how much would I have to pay you for a copy of it?” Rapid fire, back to back questions--bouncing on her heels and nigh upon vibrating in place from sheer excitement. The Nightstalker’s Ghost had, unfortunately, left her unattended for more than five minutes and thus any resemblance of Veles’ impulse control was gone.

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25. to take its pain away / smiles from juran -- warframe ost

he’s kneeled underneath the cherry blossom that sits outside his cathedral, eyes closed as his hair drifts lazily as if dancing underwater, tangled with petals. the titan doesn’t move even as he listens to her approach, doesn’t open his eyes to the eternal dawn that drapes over the city, doesn’t look over as she settles beside him.

there were times before the taken war, before even the reef wars, that they would sit underneath this tree and abide in each other’s silent company, meditating in open secrecy. quiet conversations are usually passed between them but now, there is only stricken silence as they sit there. tension is not what shaxx would say it is between them but perhaps... a distant longing for times too far past.

     “ golgotha does not belong to you, ” he says eventually, mind coming back from its drifting meditation whereupon the waves crash gently onto shore, “ but it seems it is not exempt from your friend’s curse. ”

     “ it would seem that being in the city is its curse, ” she replies simply and he opens his eyes, ignoring the bleak line of artificial sun that shines in his gaze. he looks down at her where she kneels in a similar position and she looks back up ----- they cannot read each other, they both know this, but there are different kinds of blankness upon their faces that give way to what may be underneath the surface. hints, nothing more.

     “ there is an end to this loop, isn’t there? ahamkara may transcend death, space, and time, but their curses can be broken. even hers. ” a deep sigh makes it through his body before his tense posture drops and his shoulders sag. “ do you ever wish you could go back to the distributary? ”

     “ none of us would be welcomed back with open arms. least of all, the two of us. ” there’s a snort from the titan before he grabs his helmet and tucking it under his arm.

     “ i don’t think you ever had much hope to begin with, sov. for your brother, your people. ” he gets to his feet, gathering his hair and ignoring the tangled petals as he pins it down and drapes it over his shoulder. she walks beside him, starting up the steps back into the cathedral though she stops at the entrance while he walks underneath the arch. “ but maybe you do. the way you look at petra and ronja. looked at sjur. never seen it anywhere else but it’s something that the people need. something the city needs. some hope, some love. ”

he shrugs before turning away and walking deeper into the cathedral of golgotha, the petals of the cherry blossoms trailing after him desperately.

[ @theawokenqueen ] [ in response to this ask --> [ x ] ]

When Jorvek sent the letter out to the Queen of the Awoken, he did not expect an letter back. He believed that his crew and him would be ignored, and they would continue to be on the run from other Houses and Kings for the rest of their days. Consider him surprise when an reply found it’s way back to them.

Jorvek conversed with his crew of a few - the three Captains and two Vandals plus their Servitor over the response they received. Jorvek believed that having a place to call home would do the crew some good. And it would free up the Eliskni Guardian to aid others - and figure out his own issues without worrying about them as much.

That was among the reasons why he accepted the audience invite and was coming out of a wrap into the Reef’s territory. He glances at Patch for a moment before he slowly nods for a message to be broadcast to the guards on duty. Better safe then sorry. He was, after all, still an Eliksni.

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