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“DUNNY!” Ravi slid into the kitchen of Castle Rittertod his eyes wide and wild like a man who might be high. By the smell off of him he wouldn’t blame them. “Dunny I have a mighty need!”

Dun’yazad was sitting at the table carefully milling spices for the meals for the next month. Her rich garb clung to her and her large bright silver eyes carried an extra bit of mirth at her cousin’s request. “And what is your mighty need? Can’t Asani or Kaoru help?”

The man put the letter on the table. “Kaoru would be a wonderful distraction, but not for this. At least not right now. Maybe later. He seemed to like sleeping with her.”

“Cousin, speak clearly.” Dun’Yazad said her smile teasing but she continued to watch him.

“I need to go to Stormwind.”

“The last time you went to Stormwind you picked a fight with a worgen.” She reminded and poured a bright red powder into a container.

“It was two worgen, and now I’m helping a worgen! Pennance! He’s a priest! I could... I don’t know what they do to make you not feel guilty.” Ravi’s voice echoed around the room, it growing louder with his determination.

Dun”Yzad let out a long sigh. “You have to feel guilt for them to absolve you of guilt...” She paused and Ravi knew it wasn’t a good idea for him to go to Stormwind. He knew he was a troublemaker and would endanger the family if he didn’t keep his mind about him.

“He’s my friend.”

He had too few of friends. Ravi wished Laurent would be a friend, but so many people only wanted him for sex, drugs, or money in the past. Asking for advice was something no one ever asked of him, it was too much for him to not jump at the chance. “He needs to understand more about family. I know family.” He held his arms out gesturning around him. “Let me help him. Please?”

Desperation gripped his heart as he watched his cousin decide not just his fate, but Laurent’s fate.

“If you go, two of us are going with you. Dorjan and Kent. You will get to be alone with him, but you are not to go anywhere else with out one of us with you.” Dun’Yazad’s voice was tight like a string on a bowstaff. “You will go there and come back. No other trips. No finding any drug dealers.”

That was old history but Ravi wasn’t going to mention how he was making his own drugs now. If Laurent wasn’t feeling well he definatlly needed to help the man feel better. What better way than some mind altering substances?

“I agree to all your terms.” He smiled his heart starting to race. “May I go pack?”

He could see her tensing up, like she felt like she had forgotten something, but Dun’Yazad shook he rhead. “Go on, I’ll inform Kent and Dorjan about your trip south.”

“Wonderful! I need to write the Father that I’ll make my own way and he don’t need to pay for me.” With out another word, with out anymore reasoning the sayaad dashed out of the room to collect some of his current drug collection.

(( Mentions: @laurent-price​  Cause drug bros are so not good for each other even if their hearts are in the right place))

Still Spiraling

Laurent spent two days alone in his apartment after Darsa’s visit. He left only to make good on his word, putting the gathered information about his family in the mail for the nobleman. He was numb during the entire collection phase, and whenever he was at risk of feeling something, he had a pill, powder, or potion to manage it.

And that is how he remained for the days that followed.

Numb.

At least until the drugs ran out.

When Laurent was staring at the last dose in the bottom of the little bottle, he felt the phantom pain of the last few weeks closing greedily in on him. His habit was expensive these days, and if he wanted to preserve his pleasant numb for the rest of the week, he’d have to get clever or criminal.

He had the energy for neither of those things.

Instead, he took the final dose and took out a pen and piece of parchment to compose a letter to the a person who came to mind every time he walked the line between facing his inner conflict and confusion and just taking another hit.

Dear Ravi~

He immediately scratched out the salutation, crumpled up the paper, and then took a new sheet to start again.

Ravi~

I am writing you today with only as much clarity as I dare grant myself. I have a heavy heart, my friend, and I need your counsel. Would you be able to pay me a visit in Stormwind this week or next? I need someone who understand the concept of family, and it sounds to me as though you are close to your family, both the found and the biological. I just need your thoughts and advice. I can put you up at an inn or at my own home if you can pay the travel costs. In either case, please write back.

~ Father Laurent Price

As Laurent sealed the envelop with a plain wax seal, he started to plan his trip to the post office. He knew the alleys he could pass by to restock his diminishing chemical reserves, but he also knew the most direct route would always be avoiding such things.

Thus was the conflict between comfort and confrontation.

[ Ravi (in care of @allebeithloch​) | @darsacarrington​ for mention ]

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A demon can get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing.

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aishwarya rai in devdas (2002)

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Crowley had lost Aziraphale, and the world was ending in a few hours. 

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Stories of the Family (1)

((Warning, Character injury, mentions of sexual assault.))

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Act Of Survival

“I don’t actually get a lot of time to do much beyond work and survive…”

Dorjan sat there his mind remembering what that kind of life was like. He had lived years along, hungry, with out one spark of friendship or kinship. There was a black pit somewhere, a place where the Prey of the world are tossed into and there wasn’t even a prayer for them. Dorjan knew this, he had lived there as a thing to be beaten, tricked, toyed with and hopefully killed. Survival was a core that didn’t leave him, even then. 

“I more than understand those feelings.” He said his voice was distant for a moment. Reaching up he traced his own jaw, reminding himself what face he was wearing. This face was the greatest gift he had ever gotten. As such, he knew it was the reminder of how far he had come. He had been a wild animal like Tristan. He had been a survivor, and now he could be something new.

“New starts are blessings aren’t they?” He said with a brighter smile taking the previous serious look the had passed over his brown eyes. “So are you trying to save up for anything? Make more friends?”

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That was why Dorjan kept pressing. Where he was from the loss of one of your senses did change how the others worked. “Piano music can be really good.” He didn’t touch on the fact Darcy was deft just moving the conversation directly along. He would ask about how the man came to have the condition but it was normally something you didn’t bring up on your first talk with someone new.

Dorjan nodded with a small smile, but there was that slow age that crept in at odd moments. He saw Darcy under a new light. “I’m glad you like having him around. He’s been needing friends outside of the family. We love him dearly and it’s good to know between you and that Doctor in Stormwind he’s got people. Do you have things you enjoy doing?”

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"What's your favorite song? Is it one you can sing, or is it one you just listen too?" Dorjan asked taking a seat and grinned at Darcy. (( @sayaadoftheforest ))

Darcy jumped hard as the man came into his field of veiw. He missed almost everything that had been said to him, his eyes wide open. The man looked and felt strangely firmiliar, and as he leaned back in his seat he struggled to place it. Maybe he was someone Tristan knew?

“A-Ah…no I don’t sing much, s-sorry? This…is rude, but do I know you, Sir? You…sort of look firmiliar.” He shifted against the post he was standing guard at, slowly tugging his hood down. “My name is Darcy…I just work security here. But if you are looking for singers, we sometimes have entertainers.”

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The grip and delay to what he was saying clicked in the man’s mind and he grinned a bit with out pointing out anything else. He made sure his words were clearer now for Darcy’s sake. “Actually the woman who gave him the chicken named it after me.”

“Tristan is out right now doing some proper hunting.” Dorjan said quietly but would keep chatting undeterred by the man’s obvious negation of his question. “I did ask, what’s your favorite song?”

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"What's your favorite song? Is it one you can sing, or is it one you just listen too?" Dorjan asked taking a seat and grinned at Darcy. (( @sayaadoftheforest ))

Darcy jumped hard as the man came into his field of veiw. He missed almost everything that had been said to him, his eyes wide open. The man looked and felt strangely firmiliar, and as he leaned back in his seat he struggled to place it. Maybe he was someone Tristan knew?

“A-Ah…no I don’t sing much, s-sorry? This…is rude, but do I know you, Sir? You…sort of look firmiliar.” He shifted against the post he was standing guard at, slowly tugging his hood down. “My name is Darcy…I just work security here. But if you are looking for singers, we sometimes have entertainers.”

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The brown haired man smiled a bit. He had a calm energy about him that came from age normally. Dorjan didn’t look older than his thirties, but there was a slowness in everything he did, like someone who had seen much and knew what they were doing. “Oh no, you don’t know me at all. You could though.”

He grinned in a cheeky way and he'd out his hand, utterly un phased by Darcy’s condition. “I’m friends with Tristan, my name’s Dorjan. I was asking what song you liked most. If you can sing or not didn't matter.”

(( @darcyadlam))

"What's your favorite song? Is it one you can sing, or is it one you just listen too?" Dorjan asked taking a seat and grinned at Darcy. (( @sayaadoftheforest ))

Darcy jumped hard as the man came into his field of veiw. He missed almost everything that had been said to him, his eyes wide open. The man looked and felt strangely firmiliar, and as he leaned back in his seat he struggled to place it. Maybe he was someone Tristan knew?

“A-Ah…no I don’t sing much, s-sorry? This…is rude, but do I know you, Sir? You…sort of look firmiliar.” He shifted against the post he was standing guard at, slowly tugging his hood down. “My name is Darcy…I just work security here. But if you are looking for singers, we sometimes have entertainers.”

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The man across the room had been spending a lot of time with a sailor. The man looked utterly mundane in appearance, minus the fact he had an old look in his eye as he glanced over to Tristand and Darcy. This was the old game for Dorjan and his family, Tristan getting a chance to test everything he had was going to be a perfect challenge for the man. Still Dorjan smiled and continued to look back at his sailor with a similar hungry look.

((Dorjan is just proud Dad over here, Ignore the side RP, but he’s loud and wants to be known))

Out for a Drink Pt. 4

[ RP continued from here. ]

“Somthing I desire…” Darcy blinked slow, giving Tristan a calm nod. His body shifted slightly against Tristan’s lap, allowing his hips to actually lower against his companion. “I really like to learn, I want a better education. Ah…and I suppose I want friends, or um…lovers? Having people want me around, people like you, it makes me feel like I am not just taking up space…like I have a purpose.”

“We can be wherever we want. Everyone else can just mind their own bloody business,” Tristan replied firmly, looking around the room as if challenging anyone to overcome his spell. “Pleasure is sacred and people who take offense are actively sabotaging their own desires.”

To prove his point further, he continued to match Darcy’s enthusiasm and appetite. However, he would break again to have his question answered.

And as Darcy spoke, Tristan’s expression changed. His lust clouded eyes brightened again, and he seemed to just bathe in the words the knight used. There were things in what he said that Tristan was equipped to offer. Things that didn’t reduce this interaction to the predatory desire to feed and fuck.

“If I offered to give you those things, would you accept the offer? If I could help you expand your education, doing so as a friend or lover, would you accept?”

[ @darcyadlam ]

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“Does my tongue count as a dexterous weapon?” -Raja, our Tabaxi Rogue

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A Dream Within a Dream: importance, running out of time, concern. 

( The following is written from the perspective of my character, Tristan Forester [ @tristan-forester ]. )

Thoughts of Olivia always stirred such complicated feelingswithin Tristan. Each sensation seemed two-faced. Love was sometimes obsession.Protection was possession. Gratitude, guilt. The only way he found he couldcope was to speak his sins aloud and hope that confession would take the profaneduality from his heart.

“Her call had been threadyand desperate,” he began. “A murmur shiveringfeebly through the distance between us like the final rings of a raindrop’sripple on a lake.”

Tristan sighed, recognizing the road he was traveling as thevery root of his present torment. Olivia would soon face the consequences of HISdecisions, choices he had no right to make for her. She would come face to facewith his greatest sin, and he could not stand beside her.

“When she called,though, I answered,” he continued. “Iwas not yet bound to Olivia Lovecraft, not by soul and intent anyhow, but thepromise I made her, that weak, waifish creature, was somehow the only sanctityI had ever known. My entire profane being was compelled to her. If she was indanger, if she called my name, even if it was only a whisper, I would go toher. I would protect her, that mortal that was mine.”

“In hindsight, it wasstrange,” he chuckled mirthlessly. “Shedid not know my true nature, but still, when death crept in to claim her, myname passed her lips like the breathy whisper of a longing lover. I was a womanwho only gave her unsupported promises until the day she left the hospital withher family, and still it was my name she called when the ritual failed. Iwonder, now, if it was her faith in me or simply her fear of dying alone thatbrought me to mind. None of that mattered then, though.”

Tristan was forced to pause again. His hand clutched at hisshirt, as if he could grab the wrist of the invisible hand that had taken holdof his heart. In perfect detail, he could see Olivia dying alone in the woods.Her pale skin and blue-bruised lips. Her wide, tear-filled eyes. He could smellher blood and desperation mingling with the incense and magic she used. It wasa visceral memory that brought genuine tears to his eyes.

“When I arrived atthe dark glade, I found her lying in the center of an intricate circle,” hewhispered hoarsely. “She was bleedingprofusely from the smallest cut on hand, more blood than was natural. By mortaleyes, I could see that she was dying, but if that had been my only sight, Iwould have lost her. However, my nature is one born of souls, so when I looked uponher frail vessel, I could see the fabric of her strong soul being pulled fromit. Olivia had enchanted a stone to store her soul, but her very spirit resistedwith all of its might. The tug of war between the spirit’s connection to itsnatural host and the stone’s unnatural and absolute purpose was literally tearingher soul apart.”

“When I realized Iwould lose her, even without acknowledging that she was never mine to lose, Iacted. I didn’t think about the consequences of my actions. I didn’t thinkabout how it would hurt her. I was simply driven by the absolute selfishness inmy black heart. I made her promise she was mine, bound to me. Her dying breathwould have been her binding oath.”

And that was a truth he had not told anyone. Olivia died inhis arms. He felt her last breath on his lips, and he experienced what it wasfor a strong soul to give up its fight. He was able to keep the fabric of herbeing from slipping off to the Shadowlands, but her body was heavy and lifelessin his arms. He held her often after, but always he felt the guilt of thatweight.

“Olivia was mine atsuch a steep price,” Tristan whispered, the words escaping on a shaky sigh.“You see, I didn’t have the strength to reversethe ritual. I was starved and weak from my time pretending to be a mortal, so…Icalled upon a source of seemingly infinite power.”

The Sayaad considered leaving it at that, lending no powerto the creature by naming it. Although he had defended his actions fiercely onlya year before, Tristan’s heavy heart and aching soul recognized that the individualhe once considered an ally was the source of Olivia’s greatest miseries.

“Arcasius,” hesnarled. “It was an ancient ally, anentity bound to the Void. On Olivia’s behalf, I forged a contract with it, andit gave her life again. Her soul suffered, sundered, but she drew the firstbreath of her rebirth in my arms. I have spent too long believing that I haddone the right thing. If I could do it all over again, I would have given mylife to save hers, and she would have thrived, unbound and unburdened.”

With that, the demon could say no more. Telling his tale hadbrought him no peace and the feelings were still just as complicated. He pushedup from his seat and walked silently out into the night, calling for hisbestial companion to join him in a walk through the forest.

Thank you for the ask, @ms-winford!

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All in the name of Drugs

((This is Ravi’s perspective after being left behind in Stormwind by his cousin and @tristan-forester while they spoke to @darthea-the-demon Warning: lots of talk about sex))

Do you know the last time I was left alone to my own devices? I believe it was the that month long party and orgy I hosted on my home world. It was glorious! So much food, so much pleasure, so much sex. It was my crowning joy and achievement as a Prince! It was only destroyed when my father and uncle decided I was becoming too much of a handful. Now. Maybe I have a vision? Maybe I take the tenants of my people literally and want to exemplify the wonders of pleasure and happiness? In any case, I have.... been exiled and I am suffering under the heartache of no longer being called a Prince, though I am still a Prince.... Dun’Yazad, my beautiful cousin says that I will always think I’m a Prince even if I have misplaced the title.

Now how did I get away from my beloved cousin and the handsome huntsman? Well Tristan had some scuffle with another woman and I just... was left alone. I must be more truth worthy now! Now I did do my best to make sure the guards didn’t follow them. One of them even hit me up for... some side questioning and a bit of recreational expression. Sex. I mean sex. I had a glorious thirty minutes, only thirty minutes because the man was on his break and I am not so heartless to not have someone eat and have at least an orgasm or two before I skip out the door.

This is my first time alone in a city this big. I always say when something is too big, take it one Ince at a time, also use lot of lubrication, one can never have enough lubrication. Actually lubrication was exactly what I was needing. It had been months since I had gotten any supplies to help me get high. With Dun’Yazad home she is able to find all my hiding spots and I am now one month sober, no, please, do not give me one of those chips. Chips are no fun, something to give me a buzz and energy is fun.

Walking around I know I stick out, but everyone here sticks out. We’re like a bunch of hammered thumbs in one glove. All useful, but all unwieldy because we’re all alike.

“Excuse me.” I ask a shady looking fellow who’s doing the normal leaning against a dark corner of a street. “Do you happen to know where one could purchase a large amount of drugs?”

The man was dressed all in black, had scars on his face, but he seemed to look at me in disgust. “Why would I know that? Get the fuck out of here weirdo.”

I am not one to linger when someone doesn’t want me, no fun in that. But. I was annoyed with being treated like I was an idiot. Someone in this town has to sell drugs, so I continued through the city, knowing I need to look for the poorer side of town. I know, that sounds so... politically incorrect, but I know that’s where drug dealers work! They need places that won’t let them be disturbed!

Once I start to notice the little signs, dresses that aren’t cut for their owners bodies, the smell of someone not cleaning themselves. I believe I have found my target and now I just need to find a man or woman who are capable of giving me what I want. Finding that person proves to be a challenge and once I make my way down into the deep underbelly, I mean that as a place called The Pig and Whistle I was able to find someone.

Now when I think of drug dealer I think of gruff and sleazy men who will happily let you suck their cocks so you can get a hit. I’m not that desperate... more I have money to pay them, I don’t mind going down for a hit, but I do have some standards of what I stick in my mouth. Only this time, I did not see a gruff looking man, instead it was a pretty lady with her breasts pushed up in her corset, letting there be a convenient shelf for her. When I came up I sat my pretty self across from her and pulled out the best charm I had at hand, my smile.

“M’am, I don’t happen to suppose you know where a man could find a bit of, chemical fun?” I say it with nearly a full grin.

She shifts and I watch envisioning a small ball bouncing from breast to breasts. I wouldn’t mind playing with them... maybe she’s let me go down on her for a hit... that is a completely different matter to me. Women are fun to go down on since so few men even bother with the practice. “What kind of chemical fun?”

There are so many aren’t there. “I have a passionate love affair with uppers but I will take anything that lets the world move around me and I get to fuck which ever partner I find next.”

That seems to surprise her and I keep forgetting most humans are prudes. They will ignore their base instincts to fuck and fuck well.

“I think I can get you-”

“Oi bitch.” Said a gruff voice. Now THIS is what I thought a drug dealer would look like! He’s a large wolf man with a glass eye dark fur and smells like the sewers outside. Perfect! Maybe now I would be able to find something to get high on and be able to find a partner or three to sneak off with before Dunny comes looking. “Get your fat ass out of here, you’re not welcome in these parts.”

He must be talking to the lady with the copious tracks of land. She gets up and I just now notice just how big she was, she must be one of those Kul’Tirans from the looks of her. “Fuck off! I’m working here.”

Now I find myself in a situation where I might or might not get my drugs and this is more than getting on my nerves. Just as I was about to speak the wolf man takes a clawed swipe at the woman. Well that’s just not going to do so I get up and stop his arm... Oh, yes, my brothers and cousins and I were all trained to fight. The primary job of most of my people are to be bodyguards to people lucky enough to get us into their service.

The wolf looked down at my hand and his and then back to my face. I know, I am stunning. With one good eye he was going to need all the time he could get to really take me in. But the woman behind me was pulling out a gun and I instead chose to pull on the man’s arm hard, popping it out of socket. The wolf man howled and now the whole room was watching us.

When I dropped the man’s arm I rose my hands up and looked at the female drug dealer with a smile. “Please, Miss, I will happily pay you for what I want.” As I moved closer I realized I’m short compared to her, and I am completely alright with that.

“Fucking Fop!” The wolf man shouted and as I turned to look he had gained five more men behind him. Now. I do know math and five is more than one, but. I do have seven limbs, and I am not human. “We’re going to rip you apart for getting in our way.”

The rest of the room is and I know it’s defend this lady drug dealer and maybe play greecian wrestler with these men, or be a coward. I am reckless, I am a brat, but I am no coward. 

Reaching into my jacket I pull out a silver acorn, taking the top off the acorn turned into a sword that had a sweeping curve. Rolling it steadily in my hands I know that I have made my choice, and this was going to be such an intoxicating experience, it would only be better if I was high while I did this.

Moving forward I turn my blade so I clock the one eyed wolf in front of me on the bottom of his jaw and up. The amount of force I had was similar enough to a large man hitting him. If I’m lucky he’ll be down in half a moment. The other men I quickly move to cut the hamstrings of their bipedal legs, any good healer of the light could fix this and I have no guilt with partly crippling them. When I got to the last wolf I stopped, the flurry of motion had the four bodies below me fall into a mix of wholes and screams. 

Holding up my sword I smiled. “You’ll be leaving this lady alone, yes?”

The last wolf nodded and quickly pulled one of the people closest to them up and away from me. They’re not even a thought as I look back at my mountainous lady grinning as I notice she had just gotten her gun free.

“Oh you can put that down.” I said not having anywhere to put my sword so I held it casually to my side as I come back up to her. Reaching up to take her chin I grin. “Now, how can I help you get those drugs? Yes?”

See. I am not that horrible when I am left alone! I am a simple man with simple needs. I want sex, new things to do, and drugs. What more could someone want?

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“Don’t worry about it darling! We’re pretty well, holidays are hitting the family hard.” She said waving her hand as if there was no problem. Arabella was dressed exotically and in a detailed dress she had been working on in her off time. Still the sassy Sayaad looked at the other demon with a grin.

“How about yourself Darling? It can’t be that easy being out about about these days. Though Miss did say you had someone now, so that’s at least good so no one, you know, tries to send you back.” She said with an innocent shrug.

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“I didn’t know when I would see you next, so here.” Arabella said as she hands the other demon a gift. Inside would be a box of stones that would reek of arcane magic. "Something for when you're hungry."

Dar’thea is standing off to the side watching people dance and swirl in the snow.  She wears the guise of Alethea, copper hair done up, wearing a beautiful seafoam green gown that nearly touches ground.  Around her neck and shoulders a long dark blue cloak given her recently by Olivia with the hood down.She looks up with some surprise as a familiar voice sounds nearby, and her gaze darts to meet Arabella’s with a pleased smile.  “Hello lovely, it’s so good to see you again.”  She accepts the box, looking slightly confused.“You got me a gift?  Thank you, I appreciate that, I am…people keep giving me gifts.  I’ve never participated in Winter Veil before.  I think perhaps I should have gotten things.”  Deft hands work to unwrap, and a delighted look crosses her features as she peers inside, inhaling deeply of the scent of arcane rolling off of them.“How have you been?  I trust things with your family are well?  I sent a letter not long ago to Lady Beithloch, I am hoping to meet her some time in the new year.”( @sayaadoftheforest )

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Sayaadi Storytime : Saving Olivia

[This story follows the events which took place at Dawn Hearth Abbey. @lorcanbeithioch posted a recap of the events from his point of view, which you can find here. This is Tristan’s own recounting, though it is heavily tainted by his personal reflections. ]

“Thank the Shadows for the creativity of Sayaad,” I smirked as I snuggled in between Dorjan and Ravi.  

The moment I had returned from aiding in Olivia’s rescue, the two males and Dun’Yazad pulled me off to a private room on the second floor. Until then, in the afterglow of a passionate recovery, I had sustained the most injuries.

Well, short of Olivia.

She was so frail when we found her. The image of her clinging to Lorcan is burned into every idle moment now. She looked as she had when I first met her, small and helpless, thankful for someone to save her. Years ago, when she was the broken waif of the west wing, I saw her as a possession. She became mine. Seeing her fall so far from her potential tonight, I felt anger instead. I wanted to confront her for her stupidity and weakness. I wanted to pull her to her feet and make her stand on her own.

I realize now, anger was just the mask my fear was wearing.

“Will you tell us about it now?” Ravi asked dreamily as he pushed himself more firmly against me.

I must have tensed or groaned while thinking about Olivia, because I realize both Dorjan and Dun were snuggling closer as well. I really couldn’t veil my emotions as well as the others could, so when I smile at them and press an appreciative kiss to Ravi’s ever hungry lips, it is genuine.

“Sure,” I purred. “When we arrived at the abbey, the other four went ahead. They met guards on the road and played their parts well enough to be invited in. I watched from the woods with Lorcan’s construct in company with me. Miss kept me updated to the activities within the abbey, but I was mostly waiting until she called for me. The construct and I murdered the remaining guards on the road and –”

“You are going to only brush over that?” Ravi asked with a devilish smirk. “It was your favorite part, no? Tell us how you did it.”

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