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“I dare say the same for you,” she commented, pulling Aurelius’ lead up to slow them from their break-neck speeds down to a gentler coast. The clouds were thin there, and the rugged landscape of Rigel stretched under them like the scaled hide of a dragon. In the distance, the vibrant greens of the Zofian forests were a stark contrast against the bare stone. “Mercenary or not, Zofians rarely travel around these parts… Come to think of it, there had been a veritable migration of them eastward.”

To the deserts. What in Mila’s name would a rag-tag crew of mercenaries be doing in the middle of the desert? Next thing one knew, they would be governing themselves.

“Nevertheless… I was on official business. As you surely witnessed, animosity has yet to subside.” That was putting it mildly. Even without his presence, Clair was certain that some sort of confrontation would have broke out just from her being there. Eventually. The trick was to get out of there before it happened. “Regardless of their thoughts on these matters, the unified kingdom must move forward… And the most secure lines of communication are mediated by riders such as myself, for reasons that should also be obvious to you now.”

Saber snorted. Cute. At least the sudden shift made it easier to talk and not feel like the air was trying to suffocate him with how it rushed its way into his lungs.

“Yeah, that’d be Jesse...” Saber sighed. Going through with that land of mercenaries, was he? Saber would have to head down and check in on him when he had the chance. Make sure that idiot wasn’t getting himself in over his head without even noticing. “Got it in his head he could lead a nation of mercs. Can’t believe he talked the lass into letting him do it.” If he even talked to her.

Who the hell would want to live in a desert anyways?

“Anyways, you don’t gotta worry lass. Never said I was Zofian. So tensions are already a little better than you expected.” Seemed strange. Sending people so young off to deal with the mess made by the people before. Supposed after everything that happened, they were the only ones left to do it.

“I can see why.” The thought of that Est as a messenger was a laugh. “And I’m thankful you were around. You can just let me down, lass, I’ll be plenty fine on my own.”

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out to sea [saber&genny]

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Genny narrowed her eyes against the glare and watched the black speck on the horizon grow a little larger. She felt her companion’s body language tighten as he bit out a curse and Genny knew with unerring certainty that Saber knew exactly what that dark speck was.

In her heart, Genny knew too.

She nodded firmly in response at Saber as he told her to keep an eye on it. Seasickness finally put in it’s place by the ginger root, Genny felt a little less uncomfortable with the idea of performing any sort of magic on the gently swaying deck. She watched Saber make his way to the captain’s quarters and felt a pang of sympathy for the old man. He didn’t deserve this kind of stress.

Genny looked back at the horizon and slowly let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The speck had grown large enough to be a smudge against the bright sky, a smudge with sails and rigging. Right then, probably pirates. Genny reached for the comforting tingle of magic that constantly sat just underneath her skin. Best to be prepared.

Pirates were certainly dangerous, but they were only human. They could bleed like anyone else. She just had to get over the horror of inflicting harm rather than healing.

It took little time to rouse up the troops and gather them onto the deck. Saber almost felt bad doing it. The old man looked ready to keel over with worry at the very thought of pirates, shaking and muttering to himself under his breath. Saber clucked his tongue. Sure, it sucked for the old man, but it was better he knew than be left confused and wondering when the ship crashed into them.

A quick glance confirmed the healer was still there, sat upon the box where he’d left her. Reassuring. He just hoped the little priory lass would be able to keep up when things got rough.

The ship was close enough soon that they could hear the shouts from the other ship. They didn’t waste time declaring their intentions to be just what Saber expected - pirates. The old man was quick to panic, but the lass that hired him seemed unbothered by the threat. Saber grunted. Brave, but not always the smartest path.

“Enough with the chit-chat. Reason and logic are wasted on sea dogs like him. Let’s just get to business already. That’s what you hired me for, ain’t it?”

There was little left to be said, as suddenly they were all up in arms and storming. Saber grunted, sword in hand, and hoped that at the very least, she knew how to duck.

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Hard in Hightown

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He asked nicely. Saber groaned in response. The ease shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise as it was, considering how much of him Gerik had had in him before this, but it was still a pleasant surprise. His body put up little resistance as Saber had entered him, warm and welcoming around his cock.

Saber took a hold of the man’s hips. He’d underestimated how worked up he’d gotten leading up to this. Slowly, he started to move, He groaned at the feeling, then let out a laugh. Gerik looked good under him. 

The first few thrusts were slow, making sure he really was prepared, hadn’t rushed anything out of impatience. It was quickly clear it was unnecessary though, and with a short laugh, Saber tightened his hold on the man’s hips. “Since you asked so nicely.” was all his warning before he sped up, slamming into the man roughly.

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Sonya waited for her drink with an amused smile, nearly laughing over his asking for her opinion.

“Do you think me foolish? I can’t simply spill all the notes I’m taking in you, unless you intent to return the favor.” She took a long drink, pointed nails tapping the cup. When finished, she set it down, wiping her mouth slowly with the back of her hand. “A woman must have some secrets. And it doesn’t hurt to have something over your head.”

If he let her know his thoughts, perhaps she’d share the mental folder she’d begun on him. But otherwise, no - that didn’t benefit her in the least.

“Hardly think you foolish.” He assured her. He took his own swig from their new round. “Unless you actually joined up with this group on good will alone. Say what you like about the lass, but the operation she’s running here isn’t exactly raking in volunteers.”

She’d hired him, and most the others followed out of debt or loyalty or something. Sonya didn’t exactly have either of those things tying her down to Celica, “Presumably, you’ve got some other goal in mind going along with what we’re doing. That or you’ve got a real urge to go take down a god, and somehow I doubt that.”

Not even he wanted to, really. But if she wanted to keep reasons close to her heat, well. He shrugged casually and returned to his drink.

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Hard in Hightown

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Gerik had a strong reaction, but Saber supposed that was only fair with that much of another man’s hand in your ass. Saber chuckled appreciatively at the show the other put on. The approval to finally go forward with it was near music to his ears. His own unattended dick was started to feel neglected.

Saber let go of Gerik’s cock, hand running along the man’s thigh. Despite the permission, Saber thrust his fingers inside him a few more times before pulling out as easily as he could. There was little time given for him to miss them anyways, lining himself up almost immediately.

Impatiently now, there were no words spared before Saber pushed himself inside the other man with a groan.

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Aurelius took off with such force that even Clair felt her stomach drop as they felt the ground behind them. The raucous skirmish was soon drowned out by the whipping of wind around them. 

“Don’t be foolish–I am still looking after myself right now,” she huffed, barely pushing her visor into place as her hair blew around her face. It whipped back and… probably into the man’s face. But compared to the brawl that had escalated in minutes, surely that was a minor discomfort.

“Alm,” she replied, purposefully speak up over the turbulence. It confirmed her own suspicions. She thought he had looked familiar, even if just in passing. “And you were among the girl’s companions then, I take it. Queen Celica.” Lady Anthiese, she thought, but it was a name seldom spoken.

“It seemed as if you had some… unfinished business back there.”

Her hair flew back and hit his face as they flew through the sky. He grimaced, but it was far better than being back in the bar and dealing with that mess. He leaned back enough that the longest strands just barely grazed him and hoped that they wouldn’t be up in the sky for too long.

Saber grunted. Right, that was the kid’s name. “Yeah, the lass hired me.” Not that she needed to, in the long run. She seemed to have a knack for convincing people to join her side as they went along. Still, he was glad she had recruited him. He didn’t like the thought of what might’ve happened if he’d not been around, gods aside.

He snorted and shook his head. The wind bit. “Hardly anything I want to deal with. Some idiots don’t know how to let sleeping dogs lie.” But that was what had started this whole cycle in the first place, wasn’t it? “Doesn’t matter. Soon as I’m far away enough, the mess’ll be out of your hair.”

Though the thought of her being here was strange. As far as he could tell, she was distinctly Zofian, and united or not, it wasn’t exactly the place for her to go stomping around alone. “And what brings you this far north again, hmm?”

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rented services [camilla&saber]

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Marzia swung her head down to buffet Saber’s side, trying to lever up his arm and get him to pat her head. Camilla watched it happen with fond amusement - such a weight put to movement could send any stablehand flying, and she wanted to see how he’d brace the weight. 

“Goodness,” she said, not at all surprised, “Are you all right? I’m certain that my company can get the pegasus geared up in no time - unless you’re quite sure.” 

Saber stumbled at the sudden weight, but managed to keep his balance, albeit cursing the whole while. He placed his hand on top of the wyvern’s head and tried to push the beast off of him. Touching the thing still made his skin crawl, but he wasn’t about to stand there and let the animal push him around.

“I’m fine.” He insisted. With a huff, he patted the creature’s face a few times to get it away from him. The texture was strange. “Now are we going or not, your majesty?”

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darklingmyrrh:

The world slowly goes dark as Saber closes the lid over Myrrh’s head and seals her away. He knocks gently on the lid, prompting her with a few questions.

“It feels fine… it should be fine…” she replies. “I don’t think we need to poke any holes or make any adjustments…”

Myrrh shifts around a bit, and then nods before realizing Saber can’t see her. “I’m okay… do you want to move now…?”

Saber grunted, reaching down to hook a hand under the edge of the crate. “Try not too move around too much, alright?”

And with no further warning, he lifted up the crate with a grunt. It was heavy, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He took a moment to adjust his grip and be sure he wouldn’t drop her.

“Alright, we’re gunna get moving.” He warned her. “Try to stay quiet while you’re at it.” And slowly, Saber made his way through the halls of the ship.

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out to sea [saber&genny]

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Genny couldn’t help but let her face pinch a bit at the thought of the long road ahead. “I guess I do have to learn. That and many other things.” She laughed quietly to herself. “I don’t recall if I mentioned it, but this is my first time away from Novis since I was very young. Everything is new to me in this wide world.”

Looking up at Saber, she raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call getting to know a possible new patient ‘wasting time.’ It helps me as much as it helps you.” Genny found that a personal connection with those she was attempting to heal often made the process easier on everyone. Her patient would be relaxed because they knew Genny, and Genny would be relaxed because she wasn’t dealing with a perfect stranger. She knew that was an ideal and often not the case… but why let the opportunity slip by when Saber was right here to talk with?

Genny clambered onto a convenient crate by the walls of the captain’s cabin, jumping a little to climb up before settling herself on the crate, legs dangling. She peered out across the water, shading her eyes against the sun. “Hmm, easy to see despite the glare. What’s that then?” She pointed off into the distance, where a single dark speck marred the horizon.

Saber frowned as she pointed something out. She shouldn’t be able to point anything out at all. The trip they were taking wasn’t exactly a hot spot for ships, there shouldn’t be any other ships for them to see until they docked. The only possible thing it could be...

Saber leaned in close to see where she was pointing. When he spotted the speck on the horizon, he cursed. “Nothing good, likely.” He straightened up and stared out at it. “There’s only a chance it might be something bad but...” Best to be prepared rather than caught unawares.

Saber nodded at her. “Keep an eye on it. I’ll be back.” Best to alert the captain. Old man likely might keel over from the stress, especially after the lass made all her promises, but it was for the best. “Mention to the others to be on guard if you see them.” He added as he entered the captain’s quarters of the ship.

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Hard in Hightown

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He laughed. Even Saber was willing to admit that’d been an awful joke and Gerik laughed. What a delight. Saber smirked and rewarded the merc by increasing the pace he’d set. That little chuckle had been enough of a reward for Saber, and he had always considered himself generous when he was in a good mood.

Not enough though it seemed. Saber grunted in response to the demand. It was a lot. Ordinarily, he’d be cautious, ask the man if he was sure it was what he really wanted, but Gerik had displayed enough frustration that Saber thought he’d be likely to snap at him if he delayed anymore. She shrugged internally. Gerik was a big boy. He should know what he could and couldn’t handle.

A slow pull out and then a resumed pace in, four fingers this time. “Way you’re going, you might as well ask for the whole damn thing.” He joked.

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Recruitment

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His good-natured reply put Ismaire at ease despite his clear reluctance to come away from his weapon. As long as she didn’t give him any reason to draw his blade from its sheath, however, she figured there was no reason to worry about it too much. After all, it wasn’t as though she was planning on putting him on edge.

With as humble a nod as she could manage, Ismaire smiled and motioned for him to lead the way. Her eyes followed the harsh outline of his back carved against the flickering light of the inn as they approached even as she reached up to replace her hood to hide her features once again.

“Privacy concerns,” she assured, her mysterious smile the only thing on her face not shrouded in shadow.

Saber glanced back and shrugged as she threw the hood up. He didn’t care what she did if it made her feel safer. So long as she wasn’t pulling a weapon behind his back, he was happy to roll with the punches.

There weren’t to many people in the establishment he could see as he held the door open for her. Most people were still off at the arena watching the fights. Worked for him. Less noise. He supposed that her majesty here likely preferred it that way as well. He eyed her absently as they moved to a table in the far corner. Queen. Red headed. He snorted to himself. If she offered him a knife as payment, he was going to have to bail. Once was enough.

Seats taken and orders placed with the barmaid, he nodded over at her. “So. Who do I owe whatever recommendation was sent your way about me?” He knew, most likely, but he’d give her the courtesy. “Because I’ve got to say, I worked for royalty before and it was a hell of a tall order. Not sure how eager I am to take that up again.”

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Hard in Hightown

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“Oh, are you know?” Saber laughed as he pumped his hand in the other’s ass. He wasn’t as bad at this as Saber had admittedly expected. Men in their line of work didn’t always get their first choice, and he imagined people would prefer someone like Gerik being the one doing the fucking more than anything. The though of how the other man might keep himself in...practice for these kinds of things made him smirk.

“You certainly are one kind of fine, I can confirm that.” Before the joke had a time to earn reproach, Saber was leaning over the other man, increasing the pace of his strokes to Gerik’s cock. Deciding to give him what he insisted, a third finger slipped in, stretching the man just that bit more. Wouldn’t be long now and they could probably move to the main act. Saber chuckled, lips trailing along the man’s spine as he prepared him.

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Myrrh waits in silence, although she takes in a breath of anticipation in case anyone other than Saber walks in.

When the door opens again, she lets out a breath of relief when she sees Saber, holding a crate. He drops it on the floor and kicks the door shut behind him before telling her to step inside.

Slowly, Myrrh steps inside, pulling her knees to her chest as she sits down. Her wings press closer into her back, and she shifts around for a moment before commenting, “I think it’s okay… Do you want to try closing the crate…?”

Saber stood back and allowed the girl the time to settle and get comfortable. It seemed like it would work to him. When she asked, he nodded and grabbed the lid of the crate.

Carefully, he lowered it down on top of her. The box looked fine, nothing noticeable or odd or that screamed that there was a person hiding inside. That was good. He knocked lightly on the lid.

“It looks good from out here, how’re you feeling? Comfortable?” They could make a few holes in it if need really be, but he didn’t want to do anything that would make the box too suspicious.

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It was a cacophony of heavy footsteps and raucous shouting, the breaking of glass and scrape of wood against wood… but little of registered to Clair over the steady but rapid beating of her heart and her heels on the tavern floor.

The man might have thought to look back, but Clair didn’t spare the brewing chaos behind her a second glance. Ahead of them, the door was blocked off. No words were exchanged between them. Clair simply gathered the scattered scrap wood and debris, kicking it aside while he moved the larger crates, and in a moment, they were free.

The fighting sounded so far away behind them–Clair knew how deceptive it could be. She didn’t respond to him, only bringing her fingers to her lips and giving a sharp whistle. Hoof beats sounded around the corner in response; Aurelius had already been circling.

(There was no need to tie down a pegasus; Aurelius could fend for himself.)

No sooner than the pegasus had skid to a stop, all four hooves digging into the soft ground to break his momentum, Clair planted a foot in the stirrup and swung herself into the saddle, one hand on the reins and the other held out to her (Partner-in-crime? Accomplice? They had done nothing wrong, not really) unexpected companion. “Behind me. Quickly now.”

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected. The girl to grab her pegasus, hop on and fly? He wouldn’t have blamed her if she bailed, she didn’t ask to get sucked into his shit, and he would’ve been just fine on his own. 

He’d never flown on a pegasus before. Seemed there was a first time for everything.

Saber grabbed her hand and pulled himself up on to the pegasus. He wasn’t given much of a time to settle himself before the beast went and kicked itself off into the sky. He grunted, but managed to stay on, and did his best to not put his hands on her too much. They weren’t that friendly.

“Thanks.” He grunted, looking back at the tavern behind them. Good thing he’d been travelling light. “Expected you to look after yourself and go. Would’ve been smarter. But thanks.”

Though this just gave him the chance to confirm what he’d thought. He turned back towards her and nodded (not that she could see it). “You were in that lad’s gang, weren’t you?” What had his name been? Celica had sulked over him often enough that he really should’ve remembered. “...Our new king, him.”

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Hard in Hightown

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Saber let out a short laugh. “Oh, are you now?” He asked. He slowly pumped his finger into him, taking his time. He had tensed up a bit when Saber had first slipped in, and while he could understand being out of practice, he wasn’t going to push too fast and ruin it for the both of them.

“For someone built so sturdy, you sure are buckling easily.” Nice view though. He grinned and gave Gerik’s ass an approving smack before giving the man what he wanted. A touch more of oil poured where they two were connected, and Saber began to slip a second finger inside.

Giving the man time to adjust, his free hand slipped under him, taking a hold of his length and slowly stroking.

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Waiting on partner:

Rented services w/ @affectionateterror

lost and found w/ @aimless--archer

respite w/ @mxgemercenary

out to sea w/ @saintedscribbles

A warm and rainy hallelujah w/ @aurelentsovereign

recruitment w/ @jehannasands

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hard in hightown w/ @tigrisereme

throwback w/ @sublimitatis

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darklingmyrrh:

“I see…” Myrrh murmurs, clambering out of bed. She smooths out her robes and lets her wings twitch beneath her clothes before pressing them against her back.

Docking… it had seemed so far off when they’d first met, and yet here they were, about to get off of the ship that had been their largest conundrum.

“Um… a way to get me off the ship unseen…” Myrrh tilts her head, musing on the thought. “If I hid in a cargo box and you carried me off… do you think that would work?”

Seemed the easiest way. Just a question of getting it set up now. Saber grunted and patter her head as he stood up. “Wait here, I’ll be back and we’ll see what we can do.”

Finding crates wasn’t too hard. Just a trip down to the hull of the ship and he had plenty. The issue was not getting questioned as he carried it back to his room. Luckily, no one seemed in any mood to question him as he made his way back. He dropped the crate down and kicked the door shut behind him.

“Here we go.” Biggest he could grab and likely still carry with a person inside of it. “Climb on in and let’s see how you fit.”