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Far from the lands of Estraude, above the star reaching spires of the citadel, the sky flashed in a kaleidoscope of fragmented day and night. A fierce battle raged for control of Alva, the wills of Aurea and Atros must be done. While the Consul of Estraude could understand the armies’ motivation, he couldn’t comprehend why one servant of Aurea wandered so far. Why had the Oracle of Delverne come to Estraude’s doorstep at such a pivotal time?

Aalok had little time to ponder that question when Triss burst through the office doors, unannounced and uninvited. Papers, magical incantations, and plans for locating the lost explorers were left on the wayside to make way for a new game of politics.

Pleasantries were exchanged, political posturing was tolerated, and a quiet tour of the city. For the first meeting between two elvish states, Aalok would have been proud over how smoothly it was going. But, everything felt so strange. Triss’ playful smiles, her meaningful looks, every coy turn of phrase. Aalok felt the tug of every unspoken word hidden behind each hint she temptingly laid out before him. Still, he couldn’t figure out what game she was playing, whatever she wanted he couldn’t give it to her. Least, so he thought.

"Well, this has been fun and all but I'm getting bored of this game. Let's stop playing pretend, shall we?" Triss broke the silence between them at last, catching his purple eyes in her golden with a wry smile.

“Our game? I don’t quite know what game we would be playing?” Aalok asked honestly, an eyebrow cocked curiously.

The corner of her mouth quirks up. "Oh no, don't you remember, Aalok?"

It all happened in an instant, the two moving in tandem towards their foe. A flash of blue, a burst of green, magic electrified the air. Sickly sweet tabooed words whispered playfully into his ear, echoes from long ago. Triss’ words rungs endlessly swallowing up all other sounds, the world whited out in agony, his mind twisted and turned trying to comprehend it all.

"Oooh that looks painful, was it that bad? Maybe you should stop forgetting poor old me, hm? You'll hurt my feelings if you're not careful-"

“Y-you.”

"-Though I do love to see that horrified face on you every time. Very cute, it suits you."

“I- don’t- have time for your trickery.”

A girlish peel of laughter rings against the walls. "Trickery? Oh come on, you've got no right to complain about trickery, what with all of your games around Alva... but who cares about that. What's the matter with a little playtime between two tricksters? Anyway..."

She slings an arm over his shoulder and leans in. Her breath is warm like a leopard's and her teeth flash under grinning lips. "...I've come to check in on our little deal."

2021 Art. I thought about fixing Triss' questionable anatomy but this is so old now that I don't even know where the file is. So it stays.

Triss @ 2StreetsDown
Aalok + Art @ me
Arcem-Alva

Description

Far from the lands of Estraude, above the star reaching spires of the citadel, the sky flashed in a kaleidoscope of fragmented day and night. A fierce battle raged for control of Alva, the wills of Aurea and Atros must be done. While the Consul of Estraude could understand the armies’ motivation, he couldn’t comprehend why one servant of Aurea wandered so far. Why had the Oracle of Delverne come to Estraude’s doorstep at such a pivotal time?

Aalok had little time to ponder that question when Triss burst through the office doors, unannounced and uninvited. Papers, magical incantations, and plans for locating the lost explorers were left on the wayside to make way for a new game of politics.

Pleasantries were exchanged, political posturing was tolerated, and a quiet tour of the city. For the first meeting between two elvish states, Aalok would have been proud over how smoothly it was going. But, everything felt so strange. Triss’ playful smiles, her meaningful looks, every coy turn of phrase. Aalok felt the tug of every unspoken word hidden behind each hint she temptingly laid out before him. Still, he couldn’t figure out what game she was playing, whatever she wanted he couldn’t give it to her. Least, so he thought.

"Well, this has been fun and all but I'm getting bored of this game. Let's stop playing pretend, shall we?" Triss broke the silence between them at last, catching his purple eyes in her golden with a wry smile.

“Our game? I don’t quite know what game we would be playing?” Aalok asked honestly, an eyebrow cocked curiously.

The corner of her mouth quirks up. "Oh no, don't you remember, Aalok?"

It all happened in an instant, the two moving in tandem towards their foe. A flash of blue, a burst of green, magic electrified the air. Sickly sweet tabooed words whispered playfully into his ear, echoes from long ago. Triss’ words rungs endlessly swallowing up all other sounds, the world whited out in agony, his mind twisted and turned trying to comprehend it all.

"Oooh that looks painful, was it that bad? Maybe you should stop forgetting poor old me, hm? You'll hurt my feelings if you're not careful-"

“Y-you.”

"-Though I do love to see that horrified face on you every time. Very cute, it suits you."

“I- don’t- have time for your trickery.”

A girlish peel of laughter rings against the walls. "Trickery? Oh come on, you've got no right to complain about trickery, what with all of your games around Alva... but who cares about that. What's the matter with a little playtime between two tricksters? Anyway..."

She slings an arm over his shoulder and leans in. Her breath is warm like a leopard's and her teeth flash under grinning lips. "...I've come to check in on our little deal."

2021 Art. I thought about fixing Triss' questionable anatomy but this is so old now that I don't even know where the file is. So it stays.

Triss @ 2StreetsDown
Aalok + Art @ me
Arcem-Alva