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тнє Oтнєя Oиє Name: M Location: LA Weight: 114lbs Height: 5'7 Gender: Male

[bruisedmorality-deactivated2024]

Hey der u single? I heard ur ex is fit af

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[mellomkeehl]

Absolutely fuckin brutally murdered lads

[mellomkeehl]

C̷a̷b̷i̷n̷ ̷I̷n̷ ̷T̷h̷e̷ ̷W̷o̷o̷d̷s̷

“I already said no one will notice we’re gone. Just hurry the fuck up already.” Not that everyone didn’t already know that they had been hooking up for the past six months or so…

The cabin was a little off from Jace’s house, the party had been far too booming for them to nab a room fast enough, and so they had slim pickings. Though, Mello didn’t mind a good old cabin in the woods.

“Can you take those things off already?” Yes, Matt had gone full out Freddy tonight, the claws and everything. Mello on the other hand, his usual leather get up and a pair of cherry red docs, his black lipstick was now already smudged all over his face and half over Matts, and his painted nails chipped.

“Put that thing out… Are you even listening to me?” God, Matt was more wasted than he’d thought, maybe now was the time for him to finally speak to him. Let the alcohol take over. Sure. Game plan. Set.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Mello helped him take the gloves off, though Matt was determined he could hold his smoke in them still and struggled against him, Mello quickly put an end to watching that torture. He swore, Matt was one of the smartest idiots he’d ever met in his life…

Moments later a leather jacket dropped to the hardwood floor of the cabin, his vest following suite, both now covered in dust. “Now, can I get some attention?” He lay back against the old tattered sofa, another small mist of dust puffing out around him, he spread his thighs, fingertips resting on his belt. A tongue poked between smudged lipstick, wetting his lips. “I want to have a talk. Come here.” He nodded him over, maybe they needed to decide what they were soon… But right now, Mello would kill for some God damn attention.

@thebrittbrat

[mellomkeehl]

Mello rolled his eyes and acted as though nothing had happened, though he faught the urge to smile. “Yeah, whatever. Enough of the gay shit.” His voice was quiet and he bit his lower lip as Matt looked up at him. “Sure. Then… I dunno.” He sighed and grabbed Matt’s face with his free hand, lifting it up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, that soon turned into more.

Shifting into the others lap, he combed his fingers through his tattered mop and pulled back momentarily. “Are we really gonna fuck in an old dirty cabin?” It wasn’t really a question, he didn’t care, but for some reason he wanted to know if Matt did.

[thebrittbrat]

Matt’s hands brushed over his hips when he slid so easily onto him, his head leaning on the back of the couch to watch. A slow smile touched his lips and he scoffed lightly. “As if that’d stop you. Better than a crowded party, anyway..”

He pulled him closer then, wrapping his arms around his waist. His lips touched his neck, followed by a slick tongue. His heart was pounding unlike their times before; the flush in his cheeks only grew when Mello rocked against him teasingly. Matt’s groan reverbrated in his throat, his head lolling slightly.

[mellomkeehl]

Mello, despite enjoying himself, had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Although, he was denying the fact that he was so vulnerable riggt now was making him want to throw up the countless vodkas he'd stupidly drank earlier, he knew that was exactly what it was.

"Can we just uh... Like, I'm tired?" It was almost a question as he slowly moved away from the gamers touch, not wanting him to think he'd done something wrong, fuck, he was way overthinking this. Or rather the liquor in his system was.

[mellomkeehl]

C̷a̷b̷i̷n̷ ̷I̷n̷ ̷T̷h̷e̷ ̷W̷o̷o̷d̷s̷

“I already said no one will notice we’re gone. Just hurry the fuck up already.” Not that everyone didn’t already know that they had been hooking up for the past six months or so…

The cabin was a little off from Jace’s house, the party had been far too booming for them to nab a room fast enough, and so they had slim pickings. Though, Mello didn’t mind a good old cabin in the woods.

“Can you take those things off already?” Yes, Matt had gone full out Freddy tonight, the claws and everything. Mello on the other hand, his usual leather get up and a pair of cherry red docs, his black lipstick was now already smudged all over his face and half over Matts, and his painted nails chipped.

“Put that thing out… Are you even listening to me?” God, Matt was more wasted than he’d thought, maybe now was the time for him to finally speak to him. Let the alcohol take over. Sure. Game plan. Set.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Mello helped him take the gloves off, though Matt was determined he could hold his smoke in them still and struggled against him, Mello quickly put an end to watching that torture. He swore, Matt was one of the smartest idiots he’d ever met in his life…

Moments later a leather jacket dropped to the hardwood floor of the cabin, his vest following suite, both now covered in dust. “Now, can I get some attention?” He lay back against the old tattered sofa, another small mist of dust puffing out around him, he spread his thighs, fingertips resting on his belt. A tongue poked between smudged lipstick, wetting his lips. “I want to have a talk. Come here.” He nodded him over, maybe they needed to decide what they were soon… But right now, Mello would kill for some God damn attention.

@thebrittbrat

[mellomkeehl]

Mello rolled his eyes and acted as though nothing had happened, though he faught the urge to smile. "Yeah, whatever. Enough of the gay shit." His voice was quiet and he bit his lower lip as Matt looked up at him. "Sure. Then... I dunno." He sighed and grabbed Matt's face with his free hand, lifting it up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, that soon turned into more.

Shifting into the others lap, he combed his fingers through his tattered mop and pulled back momentarily. "Are we really gonna fuck in an old dirty cabin?" It wasn't really a question, he didn't care, but for some reason he wanted to know if Matt did.

[mellomkeehl]

C̷a̷b̷i̷n̷ ̷I̷n̷ ̷T̷h̷e̷ ̷W̷o̷o̷d̷s̷

“I already said no one will notice we’re gone. Just hurry the fuck up already.” Not that everyone didn’t already know that they had been hooking up for the past six months or so…

The cabin was a little off from Jace’s house, the party had been far too booming for them to nab a room fast enough, and so they had slim pickings. Though, Mello didn’t mind a good old cabin in the woods.

“Can you take those things off already?” Yes, Matt had gone full out Freddy tonight, the claws and everything. Mello on the other hand, his usual leather get up and a pair of cherry red docs, his black lipstick was now already smudged all over his face and half over Matts, and his painted nails chipped.

“Put that thing out… Are you even listening to me?” God, Matt was more wasted than he’d thought, maybe now was the time for him to finally speak to him. Let the alcohol take over. Sure. Game plan. Set.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Mello helped him take the gloves off, though Matt was determined he could hold his smoke in them still and struggled against him, Mello quickly put an end to watching that torture. He swore, Matt was one of the smartest idiots he’d ever met in his life…

Moments later a leather jacket dropped to the hardwood floor of the cabin, his vest following suite, both now covered in dust. “Now, can I get some attention?” He lay back against the old tattered sofa, another small mist of dust puffing out around him, he spread his thighs, fingertips resting on his belt. A tongue poked between smudged lipstick, wetting his lips. “I want to have a talk. Come here.” He nodded him over, maybe they needed to decide what they were soon… But right now, Mello would kill for some God damn attention.

@thebrittbrat

[thebrittbrat]

Matt grumbled in response as they treaded through the woods, trailing ahead of Mello. The recent rain made the ground squelch beneath his boots. This was Matt’s idea, not that Mello would care, but the darkened cabin often provided respite when he needed space.

“The wolves drink the full moon-light tonight.” Matt murmured, not particularly to anyone. Mello must have heard him, because his eyes turned to Matt. “What?”

“It’s a song..” Matt’s eyes lifted to the top of the pines, he could see the glint of stars between the leaves. He didn’t mention it was a song he’d written.

The darkness gradually swallowed them; he could barely see ahead a few paces, but he knew the way.

Stepping onto the porch that creaked under their weight, entering the threshold of the cabin with Mello seemed like he was sharing a secret place, somehow. What a sappy thought.

“At least I dressed up. What are you supposed to be?”

He was going to light a candle before Mello interjected, and with a soft huff he blew it out just as swiftly - his clothing discarded piece by piece, until his pants were hanging loosely just under his hips.

And there was a moment where his thought process switched from undressing, to Mello, just Mello; he stepped closer, eyes locked on him. He looked similar lion ready to pounce. “I’ll be a pain in your ass in a moment.” He grinned, ignoring Mello’s scoff as he pulled him closer to kiss him intensely. His hand wrapped around Mello’s throat; he could feel his pulse quicken and his Adam’s apple bob. He knew he liked it like this. His free hand was tugging down his pants.

“Mm..If it didn’t look so great on you, I’d burn this damn outfit.”

[mellomkeehl]

It seemed himself and Matt each had their own definition of ‘talking’, though he wasnt really going to complain with a hand wrapped aroumd his throat and another making its way into his pants. Letting a breathy moan escape his chapped lips, Mello’s head fell, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the lack of oxygen.

“Fuck me. Mattie. Chill.” With a hand pressed to his coppery haired companions shoulder, he parted his lips from the others and pressed a gentle one against his cheek. “Think we could, uh, maybe, actually… -I don’t know. Talk?” Leather clad hands grasped Matt’s hips a little tighter as he finished his words, it wasn’t that he was afraid of rejection. God no, who in the right mind would reject him?

“I just y'know… Word has been getting around and… Well, you know?” He should know what he means, right? Right. Great. “Now we can uh, just get on with this I guess? If you want to, I mean?” For someone who was meticulous in their writing, Mello really didn’t have a way with words sometimes, actually, it had always been Matt that had been the one better at doing all the talking.

[thebrittbrat]

Matt’s actions slowed as they pulled apart. His hand immediately loosening to give him air. He waited for Mello to speak, eyeing him keenly.

In his stupor, he had mistaken talking for.. other intended purposes. But Mello seemed distracted, like whatever it was was important.

His vague wording left Matt confused. His eyebrows furrowed in response, and he cocked his chin. “No, I don’t. I don’t know. And, since when have you ever cared what people say?”

He’d settled in between the blond’s legs. His hand escaped the zipper, residing against the cool leather to create a slow friction against his groin. The heat of the alcohol in him was making it harder to think.

“You saying you don’t want to be seen with me? That it?” He couldn’t understand why he felt angry, though it broiled in chest nonetheless. “I thought whatever this is was good.” His hand absently traced lower, squeezing his inner thigh while he spoke. The sleek black leather shone in the dim light, and his eyes stayed on that rather than his face. “It feels good.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mello scowled and slapped his hand away sharply, ice eyes staring at the other, he felt… Hurt? Was Matt seriously too drunk to understand him? Or did he just want to fuck? Was that it.

“I’m not a fuckin’ piece of meat. And I’m certainly not some fucking playtoy.” Mello barked and shoved him off his lap and onto the floor with a rather harsh thud. “Whatever. If you don’t want to talk and all you want to do is touch then you can fuck off.” His voice shook as he swallowed back the tears, he was hurt, and he didn’t know why.

With a frustrated huff, he ran his hands through his hair and pushed his bangs off his face, fuck. This wasn’t going the way he had planned. Fuck. Lets be honest it was a fucking mess. He really wouldn’t have dreamed Matt would give him such a response, was he really just all too keen on fucking him? Had he messed up himself by not saying something sooner?

[thebrittbrat]

“Oi-” Matt was too surprised to speak at first, and now it was his turn to be hurt. He moved away so he was sat on the floor instead. “No, fuck, that’s not how I meant it, Mel.”

Trying to process his words, his thoughts, and how fast everything had escalated to arguing, he closed his eyes and shook his head. “I was- I was trying to say I like being around you, to be..I dunno, suave or some shit. I don’t have friends here, I’m not popular, you fuckin know that. But not five minutes ago you were keen on me, at the party, and I just…” couldn’t resist him. He held his tongue at that.

He snagged up his shirt, dropping it over his shoulders to help warm him from the chill, and he let out a sigh. This isn’t what he’d pictured. It wasn’t like he knew what had gotten under Mello’s skin, and sure he was temperamental, but he’d never turned on him like that before, and sure as shit didn’t hit him. “What’s goin on in that brain o yours?”

[mellomkeehl]

Mello closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind, it wasn’t as though it was ever he was open with people, so honestly he had no fucking idea what it even was he was trying to say. Or he did, he just didn’t want to admit it…

“Oh, yeah… I don’t know…” Turning to face Matt once more, he leaned down and yanked him up by his arm and into his lap. “Sorry.” It was a mumble, almist inaudible, but it wasnt often or ever that Mello was willing to admit he was wrong.

“I guess… You know what I mean so, like, is it a yes or a no?” There was no fucking chance in hell Matt would get any gay confession from the blond, so this was the closest he was going to get to it.

[thebrittbrat]

Matt deadpanned and stared at him blankly, refusing to coil in his lap when he tugged on his arm. He stood in front of him, his arms crossed. “Mello, like, what the fuck.”

Instead, he sat next to him on the couch, concerned yet trying not to laugh at how flippant he was acting. “What are you asking me? Because it seems like you don’t know, but you want me to say yes or no.” Was he crazy for being confused? He felt like he knew, or at least wanted it to be that, yet he was worried he’d done something else to piss him off.

[mellomkeehl]

Mello grit his teeth and rolled his eyes. "I don't fuckin' know, do you like..." He shifted to rest his head on the others shoulder and closed his eyes, relaxing a little. "Wanna be my boyfriend or something?" He shrugged it off as though it wasn't a big deal, but fuck he'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared shitless right now.

"I mean, it's cool, whatever.... You know..." He was acting like a teenage girl with a crush, but honestly he didn't really care, he'd never had a boyfriend before, he didnt know how the fuck to act or what the fuck to say.

[mellomkeehl]

C̷a̷b̷i̷n̷ ̷I̷n̷ ̷T̷h̷e̷ ̷W̷o̷o̷d̷s̷

“I already said no one will notice we’re gone. Just hurry the fuck up already.” Not that everyone didn’t already know that they had been hooking up for the past six months or so…

The cabin was a little off from Jace’s house, the party had been far too booming for them to nab a room fast enough, and so they had slim pickings. Though, Mello didn’t mind a good old cabin in the woods.

“Can you take those things off already?” Yes, Matt had gone full out Freddy tonight, the claws and everything. Mello on the other hand, his usual leather get up and a pair of cherry red docs, his black lipstick was now already smudged all over his face and half over Matts, and his painted nails chipped.

“Put that thing out… Are you even listening to me?” God, Matt was more wasted than he’d thought, maybe now was the time for him to finally speak to him. Let the alcohol take over. Sure. Game plan. Set.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Mello helped him take the gloves off, though Matt was determined he could hold his smoke in them still and struggled against him, Mello quickly put an end to watching that torture. He swore, Matt was one of the smartest idiots he’d ever met in his life…

Moments later a leather jacket dropped to the hardwood floor of the cabin, his vest following suite, both now covered in dust. “Now, can I get some attention?” He lay back against the old tattered sofa, another small mist of dust puffing out around him, he spread his thighs, fingertips resting on his belt. A tongue poked between smudged lipstick, wetting his lips. “I want to have a talk. Come here.” He nodded him over, maybe they needed to decide what they were soon… But right now, Mello would kill for some God damn attention.

@thebrittbrat

[thebrittbrat]

Matt grumbled in response as they treaded through the woods, trailing ahead of Mello. The recent rain made the ground squelch beneath his boots. This was Matt’s idea, not that Mello would care, but the darkened cabin often provided respite when he needed space.

“The wolves drink the full moon-light tonight.” Matt murmured, not particularly to anyone. Mello must have heard him, because his eyes turned to Matt. “What?”

“It’s a song..” Matt’s eyes lifted to the top of the pines, he could see the glint of stars between the leaves. He didn’t mention it was a song he’d written.

The darkness gradually swallowed them; he could barely see ahead a few paces, but he knew the way.

Stepping onto the porch that creaked under their weight, entering the threshold of the cabin with Mello seemed like he was sharing a secret place, somehow. What a sappy thought.

“At least I dressed up. What are you supposed to be?”

He was going to light a candle before Mello interjected, and with a soft huff he blew it out just as swiftly - his clothing discarded piece by piece, until his pants were hanging loosely just under his hips.

And there was a moment where his thought process switched from undressing, to Mello, just Mello; he stepped closer, eyes locked on him. He looked similar lion ready to pounce. “I’ll be a pain in your ass in a moment.” He grinned, ignoring Mello’s scoff as he pulled him closer to kiss him intensely. His hand wrapped around Mello’s throat; he could feel his pulse quicken and his Adam’s apple bob. He knew he liked it like this. His free hand was tugging down his pants.

“Mm..If it didn’t look so great on you, I’d burn this damn outfit.”

[mellomkeehl]

It seemed himself and Matt each had their own definition of ‘talking’, though he wasnt really going to complain with a hand wrapped aroumd his throat and another making its way into his pants. Letting a breathy moan escape his chapped lips, Mello’s head fell, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the lack of oxygen.

“Fuck me. Mattie. Chill.” With a hand pressed to his coppery haired companions shoulder, he parted his lips from the others and pressed a gentle one against his cheek. “Think we could, uh, maybe, actually… -I don’t know. Talk?” Leather clad hands grasped Matt’s hips a little tighter as he finished his words, it wasn’t that he was afraid of rejection. God no, who in the right mind would reject him?

“I just y'know… Word has been getting around and… Well, you know?” He should know what he means, right? Right. Great. “Now we can uh, just get on with this I guess? If you want to, I mean?” For someone who was meticulous in their writing, Mello really didn’t have a way with words sometimes, actually, it had always been Matt that had been the one better at doing all the talking.

[thebrittbrat]

Matt’s actions slowed as they pulled apart. His hand immediately loosening to give him air. He waited for Mello to speak, eyeing him keenly.

In his stupor, he had mistaken talking for.. other intended purposes. But Mello seemed distracted, like whatever it was was important.

His vague wording left Matt confused. His eyebrows furrowed in response, and he cocked his chin. “No, I don’t. I don’t know. And, since when have you ever cared what people say?”

He’d settled in between the blond’s legs. His hand escaped the zipper, residing against the cool leather to create a slow friction against his groin. The heat of the alcohol in him was making it harder to think.

“You saying you don’t want to be seen with me? That it?” He couldn’t understand why he felt angry, though it broiled in chest nonetheless. “I thought whatever this is was good.” His hand absently traced lower, squeezing his inner thigh while he spoke. The sleek black leather shone in the dim light, and his eyes stayed on that rather than his face. “It feels good.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mello scowled and slapped his hand away sharply, ice eyes staring at the other, he felt… Hurt? Was Matt seriously too drunk to understand him? Or did he just want to fuck? Was that it.

“I’m not a fuckin’ piece of meat. And I’m certainly not some fucking playtoy.” Mello barked and shoved him off his lap and onto the floor with a rather harsh thud. “Whatever. If you don’t want to talk and all you want to do is touch then you can fuck off.” His voice shook as he swallowed back the tears, he was hurt, and he didn’t know why.

With a frustrated huff, he ran his hands through his hair and pushed his bangs off his face, fuck. This wasn’t going the way he had planned. Fuck. Lets be honest it was a fucking mess. He really wouldn’t have dreamed Matt would give him such a response, was he really just all too keen on fucking him? Had he messed up himself by not saying something sooner?

[thebrittbrat]

“Oi-” Matt was too surprised to speak at first, and now it was his turn to be hurt. He moved away so he was sat on the floor instead. “No, fuck, that’s not how I meant it, Mel.”

Trying to process his words, his thoughts, and how fast everything had escalated to arguing, he closed his eyes and shook his head. “I was- I was trying to say I like being around you, to be..I dunno, suave or some shit. I don’t have friends here, I’m not popular, you fuckin know that. But not five minutes ago you were keen on me, at the party, and I just…” couldn’t resist him. He held his tongue at that.

He snagged up his shirt, dropping it over his shoulders to help warm him from the chill, and he let out a sigh. This isn’t what he’d pictured. It wasn’t like he knew what had gotten under Mello’s skin, and sure he was temperamental, but he’d never turned on him like that before, and sure as shit didn’t hit him. “What’s goin on in that brain o yours?”

[mellomkeehl]

Mello closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind, it wasn't as though it was ever he was open with people, so honestly he had no fucking idea what it even was he was trying to say. Or he did, he just didn't want to admit it...

"Oh, yeah... I don't know..." Turning to face Matt once more, he leaned down and yanked him up by his arm and into his lap. "Sorry." It was a mumble, almist inaudible, but it wasnt often or ever that Mello was willing to admit he was wrong.

"I guess... You know what I mean so, like, is it a yes or a no?" There was no fucking chance in hell Matt would get any gay confession from the blond, so this was the closest he was going to get to it.

[mellomkeehl]

C̷a̷b̷i̷n̷ ̷I̷n̷ ̷T̷h̷e̷ ̷W̷o̷o̷d̷s̷

“I already said no one will notice we’re gone. Just hurry the fuck up already.” Not that everyone didn’t already know that they had been hooking up for the past six months or so…

The cabin was a little off from Jace’s house, the party had been far too booming for them to nab a room fast enough, and so they had slim pickings. Though, Mello didn’t mind a good old cabin in the woods.

“Can you take those things off already?” Yes, Matt had gone full out Freddy tonight, the claws and everything. Mello on the other hand, his usual leather get up and a pair of cherry red docs, his black lipstick was now already smudged all over his face and half over Matts, and his painted nails chipped.

“Put that thing out… Are you even listening to me?” God, Matt was more wasted than he’d thought, maybe now was the time for him to finally speak to him. Let the alcohol take over. Sure. Game plan. Set.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Mello helped him take the gloves off, though Matt was determined he could hold his smoke in them still and struggled against him, Mello quickly put an end to watching that torture. He swore, Matt was one of the smartest idiots he’d ever met in his life…

Moments later a leather jacket dropped to the hardwood floor of the cabin, his vest following suite, both now covered in dust. “Now, can I get some attention?” He lay back against the old tattered sofa, another small mist of dust puffing out around him, he spread his thighs, fingertips resting on his belt. A tongue poked between smudged lipstick, wetting his lips. “I want to have a talk. Come here.” He nodded him over, maybe they needed to decide what they were soon… But right now, Mello would kill for some God damn attention.

@thebrittbrat

[thebrittbrat]

Matt grumbled in response as they treaded through the woods, trailing ahead of Mello. The recent rain made the ground squelch beneath his boots. This was Matt’s idea, not that Mello would care, but the darkened cabin often provided respite when he needed space.

“The wolves drink the full moon-light tonight.” Matt murmured, not particularly to anyone. Mello must have heard him, because his eyes turned to Matt. “What?”

“It’s a song..” Matt’s eyes lifted to the top of the pines, he could see the glint of stars between the leaves. He didn’t mention it was a song he’d written.

The darkness gradually swallowed them; he could barely see ahead a few paces, but he knew the way.

Stepping onto the porch that creaked under their weight, entering the threshold of the cabin with Mello seemed like he was sharing a secret place, somehow. What a sappy thought.

“At least I dressed up. What are you supposed to be?”

He was going to light a candle before Mello interjected, and with a soft huff he blew it out just as swiftly - his clothing discarded piece by piece, until his pants were hanging loosely just under his hips.

And there was a moment where his thought process switched from undressing, to Mello, just Mello; he stepped closer, eyes locked on him. He looked similar lion ready to pounce. “I’ll be a pain in your ass in a moment.” He grinned, ignoring Mello’s scoff as he pulled him closer to kiss him intensely. His hand wrapped around Mello’s throat; he could feel his pulse quicken and his Adam’s apple bob. He knew he liked it like this. His free hand was tugging down his pants.

“Mm..If it didn’t look so great on you, I’d burn this damn outfit.”

[mellomkeehl]

It seemed himself and Matt each had their own definition of ‘talking’, though he wasnt really going to complain with a hand wrapped aroumd his throat and another making its way into his pants. Letting a breathy moan escape his chapped lips, Mello’s head fell, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the lack of oxygen.

“Fuck me. Mattie. Chill.” With a hand pressed to his coppery haired companions shoulder, he parted his lips from the others and pressed a gentle one against his cheek. “Think we could, uh, maybe, actually… -I don’t know. Talk?” Leather clad hands grasped Matt’s hips a little tighter as he finished his words, it wasn’t that he was afraid of rejection. God no, who in the right mind would reject him?

“I just y'know… Word has been getting around and… Well, you know?” He should know what he means, right? Right. Great. “Now we can uh, just get on with this I guess? If you want to, I mean?” For someone who was meticulous in their writing, Mello really didn’t have a way with words sometimes, actually, it had always been Matt that had been the one better at doing all the talking.

[thebrittbrat]

Matt’s actions slowed as they pulled apart. His hand immediately loosening to give him air. He waited for Mello to speak, eyeing him keenly.

In his stupor, he had mistaken talking for.. other intended purposes. But Mello seemed distracted, like whatever it was was important.

His vague wording left Matt confused. His eyebrows furrowed in response, and he cocked his chin. “No, I don’t. I don’t know. And, since when have you ever cared what people say?”

He’d settled in between the blond’s legs. His hand escaped the zipper, residing against the cool leather to create a slow friction against his groin. The heat of the alcohol in him was making it harder to think.

“You saying you don’t want to be seen with me? That it?” He couldn’t understand why he felt angry, though it broiled in chest nonetheless. “I thought whatever this is was good.” His hand absently traced lower, squeezing his inner thigh while he spoke. The sleek black leather shone in the dim light, and his eyes stayed on that rather than his face. “It feels good.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mello scowled and slapped his hand away sharply, ice eyes staring at the other, he felt... Hurt? Was Matt seriously too drunk to understand him? Or did he just want to fuck? Was that it.

"I'm not a fuckin' piece of meat. And I'm certainly not some fucking playtoy." Mello barked and shoved him off his lap and onto the floor with a rather harsh thud. "Whatever. If you don't want to talk and all you want to do is touch then you can fuck off." His voice shook as he swallowed back the tears, he was hurt, and he didn't know why.

With a frustrated huff, he ran his hands through his hair and pushed his bangs off his face, fuck. This wasn't going the way he had planned. Fuck. Lets be honest it was a fucking mess. He really wouldn't have dreamed Matt would give him such a response, was he really just all too keen on fucking him? Had he messed up himself by not saying something sooner?

[mellomkeehl]

C̷a̷b̷i̷n̷ ̷I̷n̷ ̷T̷h̷e̷ ̷W̷o̷o̷d̷s̷

“I already said no one will notice we’re gone. Just hurry the fuck up already.” Not that everyone didn’t already know that they had been hooking up for the past six months or so…

The cabin was a little off from Jace’s house, the party had been far too booming for them to nab a room fast enough, and so they had slim pickings. Though, Mello didn’t mind a good old cabin in the woods.

“Can you take those things off already?” Yes, Matt had gone full out Freddy tonight, the claws and everything. Mello on the other hand, his usual leather get up and a pair of cherry red docs, his black lipstick was now already smudged all over his face and half over Matts, and his painted nails chipped.

“Put that thing out… Are you even listening to me?” God, Matt was more wasted than he’d thought, maybe now was the time for him to finally speak to him. Let the alcohol take over. Sure. Game plan. Set.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” Mello helped him take the gloves off, though Matt was determined he could hold his smoke in them still and struggled against him, Mello quickly put an end to watching that torture. He swore, Matt was one of the smartest idiots he’d ever met in his life…

Moments later a leather jacket dropped to the hardwood floor of the cabin, his vest following suite, both now covered in dust. “Now, can I get some attention?” He lay back against the old tattered sofa, another small mist of dust puffing out around him, he spread his thighs, fingertips resting on his belt. A tongue poked between smudged lipstick, wetting his lips. “I want to have a talk. Come here.” He nodded him over, maybe they needed to decide what they were soon… But right now, Mello would kill for some God damn attention.

@thebrittbrat

[thebrittbrat]

Matt grumbled in response as they treaded through the woods, trailing ahead of Mello. The recent rain made the ground squelch beneath his boots. This was Matt’s idea, not that Mello would care, but the darkened cabin often provided respite when he needed space.

“The wolves drink the full moon-light tonight.” Matt murmured, not particularly to anyone. Mello must have heard him, because his eyes turned to Matt. “What?”

“It’s a song..” Matt’s eyes lifted to the top of the pines, he could see the glint of stars between the leaves. He didn’t mention it was a song he’d written.

The darkness gradually swallowed them; he could barely see ahead a few paces, but he knew the way.

Stepping onto the porch that creaked under their weight, entering the threshold of the cabin with Mello seemed like he was sharing a secret place, somehow. What a sappy thought.

“At least I dressed up. What are you supposed to be?”

He was going to light a candle before Mello interjected, and with a soft huff he blew it out just as swiftly - his clothing discarded piece by piece, until his pants were hanging loosely just under his hips.

And there was a moment where his thought process switched from undressing, to Mello, just Mello; he stepped closer, eyes locked on him. He looked similar lion ready to pounce. “I’ll be a pain in your ass in a moment.” He grinned, ignoring Mello’s scoff as he pulled him closer to kiss him intensely. His hand wrapped around Mello’s throat; he could feel his pulse quicken and his Adam’s apple bob. He knew he liked it like this. His free hand was tugging down his pants.

“Mm..If it didn’t look so great on you, I’d burn this damn outfit.”

[mellomkeehl]

It seemed himself and Matt each had their own definition of 'talking', though he wasnt really going to complain with a hand wrapped aroumd his throat and another making its way into his pants. Letting a breathy moan escape his chapped lips, Mello's head fell, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the lack of oxygen.

"Fuck me. Mattie. Chill." With a hand pressed to his coppery haired companions shoulder, he parted his lips from the others and pressed a gentle one against his cheek. "Think we could, uh, maybe, actually... -I don't know. Talk?" Leather clad hands grasped Matt's hips a little tighter as he finished his words, it wasn't that he was afraid of rejection. God no, who in the right mind would reject him?

"I just y'know... Word has been getting around and... Well, you know?" He should know what he means, right? Right. Great. "Now we can uh, just get on with this I guess? If you want to, I mean?" For someone who was meticulous in their writing, Mello really didn't have a way with words sometimes, actually, it had always been Matt that had been the one better at doing all the talking.

[mellomkeehl]

C̷a̷b̷i̷n̷ ̷I̷n̷ ̷T̷h̷e̷ ̷W̷o̷o̷d̷s̷

"I already said no one will notice we're gone. Just hurry the fuck up already." Not that everyone didn't already know that they had been hooking up for the past six months or so...

The cabin was a little off from Jace's house, the party had been far too booming for them to nab a room fast enough, and so they had slim pickings. Though, Mello didn't mind a good old cabin in the woods.

"Can you take those things off already?" Yes, Matt had gone full out Freddy tonight, the claws and everything. Mello on the other hand, his usual leather get up and a pair of cherry red docs, his black lipstick was now already smudged all over his face and half over Matts, and his painted nails chipped.

"Put that thing out... Are you even listening to me?" God, Matt was more wasted than he'd thought, maybe now was the time for him to finally speak to him. Let the alcohol take over. Sure. Game plan. Set.

"You're a pain in the ass." Mello helped him take the gloves off, though Matt was determined he could hold his smoke in them still and struggled against him, Mello quickly put an end to watching that torture. He swore, Matt was one of the smartest idiots he'd ever met in his life...

Moments later a leather jacket dropped to the hardwood floor of the cabin, his vest following suite, both now covered in dust. "Now, can I get some attention?" He lay back against the old tattered sofa, another small mist of dust puffing out around him, he spread his thighs, fingertips resting on his belt. A tongue poked between smudged lipstick, wetting his lips. "I want to have a talk. Come here." He nodded him over, maybe they needed to decide what they were soon... But right now, Mello would kill for some God damn attention.

@thebrittbrat

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was tired, giving a hum here and there to Mathias' words, before he perked up at what he heard of Coda. Leaning up on his elbows he furrowed his brows at the other. "You let me bring her into the walls? I like her but how could you have not told me sooner?" Of course, he knew the Khajiit was more than a weapons dealer, but an assassin?

Then it hit him.

"The dark brotherhood?" He stood ans fumbled for his fur coat, pulling it on quickly. "I want to be sure my cousin is safe. You need to be more honest in the future." He was irked to say the least and set out to find the two.

Mihael got out to the balcony of his room and and saw the two chatting between themselves, sighing in relieve he slouched against the railings and looked up to the sky as Coda did. He really just wanted to sleep.

-

Liliana quickly ushered the other into the castle and up to her room, giggling every time Coda stumbled over herself and her tail a few times too. "Do you... Let's..." She was too drunk for words and instead decided to join Coda in her room, crawling into bed beside the other she stroked her fur gently and curled up against her, falling asleep as she mumbled responses to the other, feeling confortable beside someone for the first time in a while.

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael listened and closed his eyes at the others touch, just enjoying the attention, humming here in response when the other spoke.

Mihael was about to respond, yet all of a sudden the blond jumped when Mathias whispered causing him to almost fall ofd the edge of the bed. “You shit!” He grabbed the pillow and smacked him across the head with it in laughter, then pausing as he noticed his hair was finished and took it between his fingers with a smile. “It looks great.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias laughed as the other fell, trying to grab him and keep him from teetering off. “You dork.” He moved tp sit next to him and gave it a once over. “Thanks.”

Not long after and they were chatting, Coda Deta entered with her skeleton key, pulling her hood off as she did. She looked up at thw two laughing together, and the tenseness in her shoulders eased. She smiled a little, easing on to the bed adjacent to them. “I like your hair.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was so into the conversation, he hadnt even noticed her walk in until she commented on his hair. “Thank you, surprisnfly he did a good job.” A smirk followed by a wink was thrown to Mathias, before he lay back against the headbard, his attention now on Coda.

“What adventures have you had then? I am curious as to what it is you even get up to.” She was a rather mysterious figure, but Mihael really did like her and he was going to have to trust her to take care of Mathias while he was gone.

[thebrittbrat]

He earned a light smack from Mathias, who scoffed and lay on his stomach casually.

The Khajiit shrugged. “Just business. Trading, weapons dealing.” She turned her head to Mathias. “I’ve seen quite a beautiful mare for sale. She looks suitable for you. She’s old, sired a few good colts.”

Mathias shook his head. “No, I want a young horse. Green, even.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael shoved him back with his foot and smirked, before listening to Coda and nodding, listening as the two spoke.

“You want a foal?” Mihael spoke softly out of interest, chiming into the conversation despite the fact that he was already tired from earliers travelling and swimming adventure.

“Sounds like a good idea, I got Ilona when she was a foal, her mother was my fathers mare.” He spoke in encouragement of the idea.

[thebrittbrat]

The redheaded wood elf nodded, resting his head on his arms. “Want to train it myself. It’s better that way, having a bond with your horse.” He chuckled, and added, “or lion.” He yawned, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

Coda noticed how tired they both were, and her tail swayed back and forth lazily as she reclined on her bed. She made no offer to share, either. “Raja is the best, of that there is no question. He hunts, he’s stealthy, he’s well trained and loyal.” She grinned, her fangs glinting in the candlelight. “So long as I feed him.”

[mellomkeehl]

“Don’t be bringing him neae me when he’s hungry.” He laughed softly and rubbed at his eyes, before he moved to grab Mathias’ arm and tug him up next to him. “Let’s get in bed.” Clearly Coda was having her own bed and Mihael was tired.

“Let’s get some rest. Coda, I have some things to talk with you of alone tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps?” He slid to the edge of the bed to change into some linen pants and slipped under the covers, waiting for Mathias to join him. “This one won’t be up early anyway.” He nodded to the coppery haired elf and rolled his eyes tiredly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias obliged and curled up with the other comfortably - it wasn’t like he minded it at all. He was asleep within minutes.

Coda purred an agreement and settled down herself, her eyes closing only long after the other two were asleep.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael turned over and held Mathias from behind, nose buried in his neck and he fell aslewp with much more ease than he had in a long time.

Though waking wasn’t as peaceful, it seemed the other was a blanket hog along with taking up all the bed. He smiled down at the elf who was snoring lightly and brushed his hair from his face, kissing his forehead, before he got up and ready for the day.

Coda was already downstairs waiting for him and Mihael joined her at the table. “Good morning.” He got confortable in his seat before he began to speak. “So… I am going to leave today to speak with my father. I have agreed to meet with Math- him… A few towns over. Will you keep an eye on him in the meantime? I promise, I will not waste time and will make haste on my journey.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias slept comfortably through the jight, well into the morning. He felt Mihael next to him, his arms around his waist, and dreamt of his voice in his ear, whispering a story. The dream was outlandish, and unreal, and he awoke dazed. He had a problem he’d need to take care of immediately; recalling bits of his dream, he felt guilt, for no thoughts so vulgar would be acted upon in daylight. He was glad to be alone, at least for a time.

Meanwhile Coda was feasting on what appeared to be a severely undercooked slab of steak; not only as breakfast, but quite raw in the middle. She chewed as she listened to the blond, her mind reflecting on the solstice approaching.

Crossing the sea to Tamriel could become far more dangerous, as beasts stirred. They’d have to reroute.

“I understand. Do not confuse my quietness for anger, blond one.” She paused to swallow. “If it can be resolved peacefully then there will be no need to flee. I pray for your safe passage and swift return.” Then, she pulled a scroll from her waistband, laying out the map. “If you are asked, you must say you’d seen us in Whiterun last. It is the last known place by the royals. Anything closer will hint our enemies of our directions.” She paused; considering telling him to lie. Though she doubted his merit for the art. “Send no ravens. We will set a place to meet. As for the time..” pausinng, she mulled their options. Though she’d never spoken so much since they’d met, her intelligence had sprung to life, suddenly; she seemed an expert at evasion, coordination, and geography. As one should be in her profession.

“If you can meet us on the new moon, we shall be there. If not, every third night we will arrive by mid-night.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel nodded along with her words, she was wiser than any old owl or dare he say even the great monks who taught him when he was younger. “Of course. Thank you. I will do my best.” Mihael reached over the table to hold her paw, squeezing it gently. “Thank you; again.” He nodded and stood, tucking in his chair. “I must go say my farewells. Please be safe, all of you.”

Once up in their room, Mihael appraoched Mathias who had clearly just awoken. He sat beside him on the bed and held him tightly to his chest. “Coda and I have made plans. Please, please, be safe. Lay low and stay close to her. If you need me then you can wait for me back in whiterun with Coda. I have a friend there, the Jarl, he will keep you safe.”

Mihael pulled back to kiss him softly, enjoying the moment as much as he could while it lasted, he would have to leave soon so he would arrive home come noon.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias sat up as he entered, the sleep melting from him at Mihael’s heavied words. He embraced him just as tightly, and with fingers intertwining, he kissed him back, his other hand cupping his cheek gingerly. “Be safe, Mihael.”

He watched him go and felt strange, like his chest had been emptied out and hollowed. He found Coda soon, and they’d set about a course of travel. Staying in one place too long meant getting caught, and Mathias watched the town disappear into the distance with a weighted heart. He felt vulnerable.

During their ride Coda spoke to break the silence. “You must stay vigilant. It will not be long before you see each other again. Think not of the time passing but what you can do for yourself as you wait.”

Mathias heeded her words, not for the first time awed by her wisdom. “You are a blessing, Coda.”

[mellomkeehl]

The journey home wasnt as long as he intended, but Ilona was worn out from only having one break along the way, he felt as though he had a purpose now and for sone reason his chest still ached with longing to see Mathias. Was this normal?

Ilona was set to rest in the stables and Mihael swallowed thickly as he prepared to speak with his father.

“Mihael…. I find these words much too far fetched to be true, you do understand this?” There was an uncomfortable silence and Mihael bowed his head, he had just explained the situation to his father and it already wasn’t sounding good.

“I promise. He is not guilty. I would not lie to my father. We know him. You know him.” Mihael lifted his head and suddenly his father placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bring him to me. With his friend. Tell no one and arrive late. Come straight to me and stick to backroads. Lilliana shall travel with you.”

Mihael agreed and as soon as their conversation was over he rested for the night.

-

When the morn came, he arose early and met Lilliana at the stables, she was a beautiful high elf, blonde hair much like himself and the same eyes, she was his cousin, but an amazing mage he would be safe with her for certain.

-

Almost a week had passed and Mihael had already missed one meeting with them, so he waited three days longer, before finally waitinf at the agreed place. A river on the outskirts of a small town, he sat up against a tree whilst his cousin wondered about the lake with her mount, a stunning white tiger, they were both beautiful in the moonlight.

Though soon enough he snapped his head around and dropped his book he’d been reading, turning to see Coda but not Mathias. “Where is he?” Panick set in instantly and his stomach dropped. “Coda?” He ran to her with haste.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had noticed the change almost before it happened. They’d bonded, and it was something beautiful. She could feel Mathias’s sense of misdirection; he’d become distracted, that could become dangerous. She’d stopped Raja and they’d found an alcove to rest for the night.

She pushed a wooden bowl into his chest. The crickets chirped and the fire was smoldering, hidden in a dug pit.

“Eat.” When he took it she moved to shuffle through a bag, pulling out a paper parcel. She unwrapped two sticks of dried meat for each of them. “We will move again before dawn. But for now, rest.”

Mathias obliged with little interjection, his eyes on the horizon. He ate his food quietly and mapped the stars glittering above. “I don’t know why he did it. Yusuf. He was always well respected. He was Father’s friend.”

He chewed on the jerky, his eyes thoughftul before lowering to the ground. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “And yet he betrayed my family.” Anger bubbled in him, fueled in hatred and confusion.

Coda turned and watched him, her eyes, glittering in the firelight with an untold emotion. Her fur was a milky glow in the moonlight, contrasted by the stripes wound about her arms and eyes. The huntress tore at her jerky, eating it piece by piece while he spoke. “I do not know the answers you seek. I also do not know your enemies motives. But do not let your anger rule your actions. Your instincts will guide you, if you let them. Keep hope with you, young prince.”

He was sullen, and said no more of it. The moon climbed the skies and he laid to rest.

The night was quiet, and Coda was mulling everything he’d said. She’d thought of their travels so far, of everything he’d done to get just this far. She looked to him, curled on the ground.

For a moment, a chill ran over her shoulders. She shifted, turning to sniff the air.

The wind had stopped.

Silence engulfed them, and it felt wrong. Her eyes traversed the terrain, scanning the underbrush around them warily.

Her hand rested on Mathias’s shoulder, jerking him roughly and lowering herself closer to the ground. “Wake up. Someone’s coming.” Her voice was harsh, eyes dilated as she tensed.

An arrow whizzed past her head, footsteps erupting from the brush. The tigress turned, bolting towards the figure. Her blades screeched as they were unsheathed, and she slashed in two long, deadly arcs, a darkened figure slumped to the ground. “Run, quickly!”

–

When she traversed to meet them, Coda was splattered in blood, her form slouched and tired. Raja was wounded along his side, though she’d had time to treat it since they’d been attacked. The lion watched the high elf’s steed with some interest, keeping his distance and minding his wound.

“He is injured, but not greatly. He could not ride here.” She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. “He is safe, for now. What news do you have?”

[mellomkeehl]

The female elf’s gaze sharpened on the feline as she spoke, though she soon lowered her hands when she noticed Mihael stand still speachless and moved slowly toward them.

She tried to stop him, but Mihael mounted Ilona with haste. “Where?” And once Coda had spoken he rushed off into the darkness to find Mathias.

“I apologise for him. I am his cousin, we shall leave pleasantries until later, yes? Or shall we let them be?” She was much like Mihael, yet much more calm than the other, she didn’t seem to have the sams emver flames of passion in her, yet a cool storm instead. “I am Ilona. I apologise for her.” She spoke of her mount who was instantly submissive to Raja and wanted nothing more than to play. “She is still young.”

-

Mihael found Mathias in an old abandoned farm house off the road, he tied Ilona up outside and kicked down the locked door, rushing in to find a rather startled elf and held him instantly. He cracked, though tried not to hold him too tight. “Where are you injured? You said you’d stay safe!” His tone was harsh, but it was more upset than anger. He pulled away slightly to look the other in the eyes and kissed him with passion, it had been far too long.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had no more than spoken and he’d rushed iff, and she growled in frustration. “With royals hunting him, no, we should not. He’s acting recklessly.”

Ahe took after the blond; supposibg the news from his father would wait until he was thinking rationally. She urged Raja faster, the lion breaking into a run after Mihael.

-

When the barn door was kicked in, Mathias, who’d been resting on the floor, leapt to action. The bay leaves wrapped around his torso loosened, and he held a blade at the ready.

When the blond ran up to him, he froze - he’d nearly stabbed him - and the elf was clutching him, and he grunted. He pushed Mihael to arm’s length, a lick of pain climbing his stomach. “You scared the life out of me, Mihi. What are you here? Bring Ilona in, close that door. It isn’t safe for you. Where’s Coda?” He set his sword to the ground, slouching back against the wall.

[mellomkeehl]

“Shut up!” Mihael was furious, his temper was done with all this, he was done with people telling him how to handle himself, despite him knowing they were right. “Just shut up…” his voice cracked as he fell to the floor and reached out for Mathias’ hand, thumbing the back of it gently as he slumped his head in defeat.

-

They raced toward an old farm house and Liliana followed behind Coda closey, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once they arrived she hopped off her mount and nodded to Coda. “I will keep watch, please if he is too much do not feel the need to hold back. Mihael is a handful.” She gave her a quick warning, untying Ilona in case they had to flee quickly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias grabbed a hold of the elf, lifting his head to meet his eyes. The shock had subsided and he looked at the blond - he looked well fed, washed. Good. He pulled him closer and kissed him, slowly, gently, easing the anger in him. “Hey, hey..I’m happy to see you, but if the royals catch us here, I can’t..You just have to be careful, yeah?” He simply held the blond, his fingers petting over his hair.

Coda entered, finding them on the floor in the room she’d left him in. She stood back, giving them their space, though she checked every other room of the house. She’d worked too hard to be caught. Finally, she stepped closer to them, keeping the anger subtle in her tone. “Mihael. What news from your father?”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel coughed softly and nodded, trying to clear the awkward air somehow. “Yes. Sorry.” He moved away from the other and stood, before helping him up slowly and inspecting his wound. “What happened? We need to bring you back to my father.” He kissed his lips softly and held him close to support him and turned to Coda with a nod.

“We must go back to the castle. All of you. You are welcome to come. You will be safe. He wishes to hear your case.” He held his breathe, afraid that Coda would disagree or think it to be too dangerous.

The other blonde popped her head in the door quietly. “We should leave. Now. I just saw a cavalry out travelling the opposite direction. It’ll buy us more time. Make haste.” She mounted her tiger and waited for them outside.

[thebrittbrat]

The Khajiit looked between the elves, her eyes meeting with Mathias’s.

“We were ambushed in the night.” The redhead spoke, standing well enough with Mihael’s help. He didn’t limp too heavily, but he could feel flames of pain licking at his belly as he moved.

Coda had mounted Mathias with her, holding the reigns around him. She looked out upon the moorish landscape, upon the trail the royals had been on. “We will stay close to the trees where we can.” She pet Raja’s neck, who moved silently in the tall grass. “Let’s go.” Following behind Ilona, they traversed the terrain quickly. The stars glittered in the black of night, and before dawn they were approaching the castle, with Raja falling behind the two high elves.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael kept quiet for the journey, his stomach was twisting and he felt as though he was going to throw up as they approached his home.

He dismounted and gave Ilona to one of the guards, along as his cousin did with her mount, she then gestured for Coda to do the same and Mihael moved to help Mathias stand.

It was still dark, thankfully, and no one had seen them enter through the back of the castle, meaning Mathias would be safe here for at least a while.

“Before anything, you are to see a doctor and rest.” He made sure Coda was following them and helped Mathias into the castle, lifting him up onto the doctors bed as they waited. “You’ll be okay, just don’t lie. Please. Tell him the truth, everything.” He kissed his forehead as the doctor entered and stayed by his side silently, holding his hand.

Liliana smiled to Coda and stepped toward the dining area. “Would you like to have something to eat or me to show you to your room?” She gestured with a soft smile. “Mihael will take care of Mathias. He is safe here. We have our men on guard so you can be at ease for the time being. No one knows he is here.”

[thebrittbrat]

Coda slid off of Raja and handed him over reluctantly, following after the elf. Her eyes scaled the great walls, and she watched everything; the homes and market streets, the guards atop the wall.

Mathias followed Mihael, laying on the bed without interjection. He found comfort in hold his hand, his thumb rubbing gently out of habit. “I will. Of course..” He sat back as the doctor entered, his heart thumping heavily. He had to remind himself he wasn’t a threat. He asked what happened and Mathias frowned.

“An arrow hit me.”

“Well, it missed the major arteries, you’re lucky of that. I’m just going to treat it for infection, bandage you up.”

When he was finished, nodded, looking at his parchment. “Make sure you are resting. Mihael, don’t let him push himself, it will only hinder the healing process.” And he left at that, of to help another. Mathias looked down at his bandaging. “Do you think I’ll have a cool scar?”

Coda looked to the high elf, who seemed to fit so well here. She could see this was her home, though the Khajiit felt unease, she tried to relax, for her own sake.

“Food.” She spoke swiftly, nearly excited by the thought. Though Liliana’s ensuing laughter made her ears lower in embarrassment.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael nodded to the doctor and as soon he was gone fron the room slapped Mathias upside the head lightly. “You’re a fucking idiot. I’ll take you to my room. We can eat there. Give Coda a break.”

Mihael aided him to his room, a tall standing four poster bed stood amist the middle of the room, silk black sheets and red candles scattered about the room, amongs many books and a desk full of scattered notes and more books. “Sorry it’s a mess. I don’t have visiters… Ever.” He smiled shyly and helped him to the bed.

Placing some clean black linen pants and a shirt on the bed, he nodded to Mathias. “You can change, I’ll go get the food. Help yourself to a book while you wait.” He kissed him softly and headed to get the food. “I won’t be long.”

He gave the news that Mathias was fine and to rest, to Coda quickly and left her with his cousin as they ate, before heading back to the room. “The food will be with us soon-” He paused and closed the large oak door behind him slowly as he noticed Mathias had changed and was reading through his notes, a soft blush dusting harsh cheekbones.

-

“Mihael id a handful, I’ve never seen him so… Caring?” She spoke to Coda over their food and smiled, offering her more wine. “What is it you do Coda? I’d love to have you stay here, you’d be a good ally to us.” She trusted the kahjit, which was odd for an elf, but she believed her intentions were only good.

[thebrittbrat]

“Ow!” Mathias rubbed his head, laughing softly. “I’m an injured idiot! Some nurse you are.” He laughed and followed him, walking into the room slowly. He looked around, a small grin forming on his lips. “Are you secretly a vampire, mihi?” He took his clothes, which were also black, resting on the mattress as the elf left to get food.

He found some of the notes scattered about, and he couldn’t help but read them - seeing his name on the paper had been incentive enough.

-

Coda chewed thoughtfully, watching the elf disappear around the corner. She looked back to Liliana, taking a small sip of wine. “Mathias grew attached quite quickly. It’s quite…interesting.” Coda had never had a love like that; though she didn’t seem to be searching for one, either. “I appreciate the offer, but I am from Tamriel. Much as I find this land beautiful, it is not home to me.” She paused; still having not answered her question. “I am a..weapons dealer.” It was a lie. She ate a carrot thoughtfully. “And what about yourself?”

[mellomkeehl]

“Feeling okay?” Mihael approached him slowly and ran his fingers through the others hair, scratching gently at his scalp. “Perhaps those weren’t the best choice.” He tried to pry the paper from his hand, but Mathias quickly moved it away. “Food will be here soon anyway.” He sat beside him on the bed and rested his head on his shoulder. “And why would you assume such things?”

-

“I see… We’ve known Mathias for a while, they were good friends as children. We are close to his family.” She explained softly without too much information. “I am more of a personal guard, I travel with Mihael sometimes when needed and train the younger elves. I’m a mage you see.” With a smile she paused and picked at more food. “Tamriel… A weapons dealer? I don’t buy it, but I won’t ask further so don’t fret.” She winked and took a sip of her wine.

[thebrittbrat]

The prince set the notes down, his head rolling back so he could look at the blond. “Have you seen your interior? It’s so dark, that’s why.” His hand brushed through the elf’s blond locks in return, his adam’s apple bobbing as he eyed the other. “I like it, though.”

-

Coda’s lip twitched, the echo of a grin forming. She was intuitive. “It is a kind offer, to let me stay. I may take you upon it until this..ordeal is over.” She waved her hand. “I believe Mathias.” She regarded the other with cautiousness, swirling her drink in hand casually. “Have you any news of

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael snickered and rolled his eyes. “Just my preference I guess.” He lay back onto the sheets and ran his hands over them with a sigh, his eyes closing, he was echausted and mentally drained. “How are you feeling?”

-

The elf nodded and gave a small smirk as she finished up her plate, finishing off her wine and offering Coda a refil. “I believe him, I’m sure we all do, however we’re not the problem, I am sure my uncle, however, can resolve the issue. I’ve seen him deal with worse.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias was nearly one with the sheets, His eyelids heavy just as Mihael’s were. “Just about as tired as you look.” He yawned, his arm encircling the blond and holding him casually. After the food arrived, they aye soundly, and Mathias cleared his plate rather heartily.

-

Coda felt the warmth blossoming in her vhest; it was the first time in quite a long while since she indulged so easily. Words came quickly and soon they were laughing, sharing stories throughout the eve. She told of her quests in Tamriel, of dungeons and monster, of tyrannical kings and conquerings she’d witnessed.

“Though that isn’t to say Skyrim is plain.” Finishing her glass, she stood, her tail swaying to keep her balance. “Oof…”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was full from their meal and his eyes were as heavy as his mind. "You won't leave will you? Once this is all over?" His mouth spoke before he could even consider the words leaving it, thoughts spilling from his lips as he draped an arm over the other elf.

-

Liliana enjoyed her time with the other, her cheeks a rosy hue as she stood and held an arm around the others waist to aid her in her stumble, followed by an obligatory chuckle. "You know, you're not all as fierce as you look." She smiled down to the khajiit, it wasn't often she got on so well with anyone else. "Shall I take you to your room?" The wine really had taken it's toll tonight.

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael listened and closed his eyes at the others touch, just enjoying the attention, humming here in response when the other spoke.

Mihael was about to respond, yet all of a sudden the blond jumped when Mathias whispered causing him to almost fall ofd the edge of the bed. “You shit!” He grabbed the pillow and smacked him across the head with it in laughter, then pausing as he noticed his hair was finished and took it between his fingers with a smile. “It looks great.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias laughed as the other fell, trying to grab him and keep him from teetering off. “You dork.” He moved tp sit next to him and gave it a once over. “Thanks.”

Not long after and they were chatting, Coda Deta entered with her skeleton key, pulling her hood off as she did. She looked up at thw two laughing together, and the tenseness in her shoulders eased. She smiled a little, easing on to the bed adjacent to them. “I like your hair.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was so into the conversation, he hadnt even noticed her walk in until she commented on his hair. “Thank you, surprisnfly he did a good job.” A smirk followed by a wink was thrown to Mathias, before he lay back against the headbard, his attention now on Coda.

“What adventures have you had then? I am curious as to what it is you even get up to.” She was a rather mysterious figure, but Mihael really did like her and he was going to have to trust her to take care of Mathias while he was gone.

[thebrittbrat]

He earned a light smack from Mathias, who scoffed and lay on his stomach casually.

The Khajiit shrugged. “Just business. Trading, weapons dealing.” She turned her head to Mathias. “I’ve seen quite a beautiful mare for sale. She looks suitable for you. She’s old, sired a few good colts.”

Mathias shook his head. “No, I want a young horse. Green, even.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael shoved him back with his foot and smirked, before listening to Coda and nodding, listening as the two spoke.

“You want a foal?” Mihael spoke softly out of interest, chiming into the conversation despite the fact that he was already tired from earliers travelling and swimming adventure.

“Sounds like a good idea, I got Ilona when she was a foal, her mother was my fathers mare.” He spoke in encouragement of the idea.

[thebrittbrat]

The redheaded wood elf nodded, resting his head on his arms. “Want to train it myself. It’s better that way, having a bond with your horse.” He chuckled, and added, “or lion.” He yawned, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

Coda noticed how tired they both were, and her tail swayed back and forth lazily as she reclined on her bed. She made no offer to share, either. “Raja is the best, of that there is no question. He hunts, he’s stealthy, he’s well trained and loyal.” She grinned, her fangs glinting in the candlelight. “So long as I feed him.”

[mellomkeehl]

“Don’t be bringing him neae me when he’s hungry.” He laughed softly and rubbed at his eyes, before he moved to grab Mathias’ arm and tug him up next to him. “Let’s get in bed.” Clearly Coda was having her own bed and Mihael was tired.

“Let’s get some rest. Coda, I have some things to talk with you of alone tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps?” He slid to the edge of the bed to change into some linen pants and slipped under the covers, waiting for Mathias to join him. “This one won’t be up early anyway.” He nodded to the coppery haired elf and rolled his eyes tiredly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias obliged and curled up with the other comfortably - it wasn’t like he minded it at all. He was asleep within minutes.

Coda purred an agreement and settled down herself, her eyes closing only long after the other two were asleep.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael turned over and held Mathias from behind, nose buried in his neck and he fell aslewp with much more ease than he had in a long time.

Though waking wasn’t as peaceful, it seemed the other was a blanket hog along with taking up all the bed. He smiled down at the elf who was snoring lightly and brushed his hair from his face, kissing his forehead, before he got up and ready for the day.

Coda was already downstairs waiting for him and Mihael joined her at the table. “Good morning.” He got confortable in his seat before he began to speak. “So… I am going to leave today to speak with my father. I have agreed to meet with Math- him… A few towns over. Will you keep an eye on him in the meantime? I promise, I will not waste time and will make haste on my journey.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias slept comfortably through the jight, well into the morning. He felt Mihael next to him, his arms around his waist, and dreamt of his voice in his ear, whispering a story. The dream was outlandish, and unreal, and he awoke dazed. He had a problem he’d need to take care of immediately; recalling bits of his dream, he felt guilt, for no thoughts so vulgar would be acted upon in daylight. He was glad to be alone, at least for a time.

Meanwhile Coda was feasting on what appeared to be a severely undercooked slab of steak; not only as breakfast, but quite raw in the middle. She chewed as she listened to the blond, her mind reflecting on the solstice approaching.

Crossing the sea to Tamriel could become far more dangerous, as beasts stirred. They’d have to reroute.

“I understand. Do not confuse my quietness for anger, blond one.” She paused to swallow. “If it can be resolved peacefully then there will be no need to flee. I pray for your safe passage and swift return.” Then, she pulled a scroll from her waistband, laying out the map. “If you are asked, you must say you’d seen us in Whiterun last. It is the last known place by the royals. Anything closer will hint our enemies of our directions.” She paused; considering telling him to lie. Though she doubted his merit for the art. “Send no ravens. We will set a place to meet. As for the time..” pausinng, she mulled their options. Though she’d never spoken so much since they’d met, her intelligence had sprung to life, suddenly; she seemed an expert at evasion, coordination, and geography. As one should be in her profession.

“If you can meet us on the new moon, we shall be there. If not, every third night we will arrive by mid-night.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel nodded along with her words, she was wiser than any old owl or dare he say even the great monks who taught him when he was younger. “Of course. Thank you. I will do my best.” Mihael reached over the table to hold her paw, squeezing it gently. “Thank you; again.” He nodded and stood, tucking in his chair. “I must go say my farewells. Please be safe, all of you.”

Once up in their room, Mihael appraoched Mathias who had clearly just awoken. He sat beside him on the bed and held him tightly to his chest. “Coda and I have made plans. Please, please, be safe. Lay low and stay close to her. If you need me then you can wait for me back in whiterun with Coda. I have a friend there, the Jarl, he will keep you safe.”

Mihael pulled back to kiss him softly, enjoying the moment as much as he could while it lasted, he would have to leave soon so he would arrive home come noon.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias sat up as he entered, the sleep melting from him at Mihael’s heavied words. He embraced him just as tightly, and with fingers intertwining, he kissed him back, his other hand cupping his cheek gingerly. “Be safe, Mihael.”

He watched him go and felt strange, like his chest had been emptied out and hollowed. He found Coda soon, and they’d set about a course of travel. Staying in one place too long meant getting caught, and Mathias watched the town disappear into the distance with a weighted heart. He felt vulnerable.

During their ride Coda spoke to break the silence. “You must stay vigilant. It will not be long before you see each other again. Think not of the time passing but what you can do for yourself as you wait.”

Mathias heeded her words, not for the first time awed by her wisdom. “You are a blessing, Coda.”

[mellomkeehl]

The journey home wasnt as long as he intended, but Ilona was worn out from only having one break along the way, he felt as though he had a purpose now and for sone reason his chest still ached with longing to see Mathias. Was this normal?

Ilona was set to rest in the stables and Mihael swallowed thickly as he prepared to speak with his father.

“Mihael…. I find these words much too far fetched to be true, you do understand this?” There was an uncomfortable silence and Mihael bowed his head, he had just explained the situation to his father and it already wasn’t sounding good.

“I promise. He is not guilty. I would not lie to my father. We know him. You know him.” Mihael lifted his head and suddenly his father placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bring him to me. With his friend. Tell no one and arrive late. Come straight to me and stick to backroads. Lilliana shall travel with you.”

Mihael agreed and as soon as their conversation was over he rested for the night.

-

When the morn came, he arose early and met Lilliana at the stables, she was a beautiful high elf, blonde hair much like himself and the same eyes, she was his cousin, but an amazing mage he would be safe with her for certain.

-

Almost a week had passed and Mihael had already missed one meeting with them, so he waited three days longer, before finally waitinf at the agreed place. A river on the outskirts of a small town, he sat up against a tree whilst his cousin wondered about the lake with her mount, a stunning white tiger, they were both beautiful in the moonlight.

Though soon enough he snapped his head around and dropped his book he’d been reading, turning to see Coda but not Mathias. “Where is he?” Panick set in instantly and his stomach dropped. “Coda?” He ran to her with haste.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had noticed the change almost before it happened. They’d bonded, and it was something beautiful. She could feel Mathias’s sense of misdirection; he’d become distracted, that could become dangerous. She’d stopped Raja and they’d found an alcove to rest for the night.

She pushed a wooden bowl into his chest. The crickets chirped and the fire was smoldering, hidden in a dug pit.

“Eat.” When he took it she moved to shuffle through a bag, pulling out a paper parcel. She unwrapped two sticks of dried meat for each of them. “We will move again before dawn. But for now, rest.”

Mathias obliged with little interjection, his eyes on the horizon. He ate his food quietly and mapped the stars glittering above. “I don’t know why he did it. Yusuf. He was always well respected. He was Father’s friend.”

He chewed on the jerky, his eyes thoughftul before lowering to the ground. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “And yet he betrayed my family.” Anger bubbled in him, fueled in hatred and confusion.

Coda turned and watched him, her eyes, glittering in the firelight with an untold emotion. Her fur was a milky glow in the moonlight, contrasted by the stripes wound about her arms and eyes. The huntress tore at her jerky, eating it piece by piece while he spoke. “I do not know the answers you seek. I also do not know your enemies motives. But do not let your anger rule your actions. Your instincts will guide you, if you let them. Keep hope with you, young prince.”

He was sullen, and said no more of it. The moon climbed the skies and he laid to rest.

The night was quiet, and Coda was mulling everything he’d said. She’d thought of their travels so far, of everything he’d done to get just this far. She looked to him, curled on the ground.

For a moment, a chill ran over her shoulders. She shifted, turning to sniff the air.

The wind had stopped.

Silence engulfed them, and it felt wrong. Her eyes traversed the terrain, scanning the underbrush around them warily.

Her hand rested on Mathias’s shoulder, jerking him roughly and lowering herself closer to the ground. “Wake up. Someone’s coming.” Her voice was harsh, eyes dilated as she tensed.

An arrow whizzed past her head, footsteps erupting from the brush. The tigress turned, bolting towards the figure. Her blades screeched as they were unsheathed, and she slashed in two long, deadly arcs, a darkened figure slumped to the ground. “Run, quickly!”

–

When she traversed to meet them, Coda was splattered in blood, her form slouched and tired. Raja was wounded along his side, though she’d had time to treat it since they’d been attacked. The lion watched the high elf’s steed with some interest, keeping his distance and minding his wound.

“He is injured, but not greatly. He could not ride here.” She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. “He is safe, for now. What news do you have?”

[mellomkeehl]

The female elf’s gaze sharpened on the feline as she spoke, though she soon lowered her hands when she noticed Mihael stand still speachless and moved slowly toward them.

She tried to stop him, but Mihael mounted Ilona with haste. “Where?” And once Coda had spoken he rushed off into the darkness to find Mathias.

“I apologise for him. I am his cousin, we shall leave pleasantries until later, yes? Or shall we let them be?” She was much like Mihael, yet much more calm than the other, she didn’t seem to have the sams emver flames of passion in her, yet a cool storm instead. “I am Ilona. I apologise for her.” She spoke of her mount who was instantly submissive to Raja and wanted nothing more than to play. “She is still young.”

-

Mihael found Mathias in an old abandoned farm house off the road, he tied Ilona up outside and kicked down the locked door, rushing in to find a rather startled elf and held him instantly. He cracked, though tried not to hold him too tight. “Where are you injured? You said you’d stay safe!” His tone was harsh, but it was more upset than anger. He pulled away slightly to look the other in the eyes and kissed him with passion, it had been far too long.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had no more than spoken and he’d rushed iff, and she growled in frustration. “With royals hunting him, no, we should not. He’s acting recklessly.”

Ahe took after the blond; supposibg the news from his father would wait until he was thinking rationally. She urged Raja faster, the lion breaking into a run after Mihael.

-

When the barn door was kicked in, Mathias, who’d been resting on the floor, leapt to action. The bay leaves wrapped around his torso loosened, and he held a blade at the ready.

When the blond ran up to him, he froze - he’d nearly stabbed him - and the elf was clutching him, and he grunted. He pushed Mihael to arm’s length, a lick of pain climbing his stomach. “You scared the life out of me, Mihi. What are you here? Bring Ilona in, close that door. It isn’t safe for you. Where’s Coda?” He set his sword to the ground, slouching back against the wall.

[mellomkeehl]

“Shut up!” Mihael was furious, his temper was done with all this, he was done with people telling him how to handle himself, despite him knowing they were right. “Just shut up…” his voice cracked as he fell to the floor and reached out for Mathias’ hand, thumbing the back of it gently as he slumped his head in defeat.

-

They raced toward an old farm house and Liliana followed behind Coda closey, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once they arrived she hopped off her mount and nodded to Coda. “I will keep watch, please if he is too much do not feel the need to hold back. Mihael is a handful.” She gave her a quick warning, untying Ilona in case they had to flee quickly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias grabbed a hold of the elf, lifting his head to meet his eyes. The shock had subsided and he looked at the blond - he looked well fed, washed. Good. He pulled him closer and kissed him, slowly, gently, easing the anger in him. “Hey, hey..I’m happy to see you, but if the royals catch us here, I can’t..You just have to be careful, yeah?” He simply held the blond, his fingers petting over his hair.

Coda entered, finding them on the floor in the room she’d left him in. She stood back, giving them their space, though she checked every other room of the house. She’d worked too hard to be caught. Finally, she stepped closer to them, keeping the anger subtle in her tone. “Mihael. What news from your father?”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel coughed softly and nodded, trying to clear the awkward air somehow. “Yes. Sorry.” He moved away from the other and stood, before helping him up slowly and inspecting his wound. “What happened? We need to bring you back to my father.” He kissed his lips softly and held him close to support him and turned to Coda with a nod.

“We must go back to the castle. All of you. You are welcome to come. You will be safe. He wishes to hear your case.” He held his breathe, afraid that Coda would disagree or think it to be too dangerous.

The other blonde popped her head in the door quietly. “We should leave. Now. I just saw a cavalry out travelling the opposite direction. It’ll buy us more time. Make haste.” She mounted her tiger and waited for them outside.

[thebrittbrat]

The Khajiit looked between the elves, her eyes meeting with Mathias’s.

“We were ambushed in the night.” The redhead spoke, standing well enough with Mihael’s help. He didn’t limp too heavily, but he could feel flames of pain licking at his belly as he moved.

Coda had mounted Mathias with her, holding the reigns around him. She looked out upon the moorish landscape, upon the trail the royals had been on. “We will stay close to the trees where we can.” She pet Raja’s neck, who moved silently in the tall grass. “Let’s go.” Following behind Ilona, they traversed the terrain quickly. The stars glittered in the black of night, and before dawn they were approaching the castle, with Raja falling behind the two high elves.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael kept quiet for the journey, his stomach was twisting and he felt as though he was going to throw up as they approached his home.

He dismounted and gave Ilona to one of the guards, along as his cousin did with her mount, she then gestured for Coda to do the same and Mihael moved to help Mathias stand.

It was still dark, thankfully, and no one had seen them enter through the back of the castle, meaning Mathias would be safe here for at least a while.

“Before anything, you are to see a doctor and rest.” He made sure Coda was following them and helped Mathias into the castle, lifting him up onto the doctors bed as they waited. “You’ll be okay, just don’t lie. Please. Tell him the truth, everything.” He kissed his forehead as the doctor entered and stayed by his side silently, holding his hand.

Liliana smiled to Coda and stepped toward the dining area. “Would you like to have something to eat or me to show you to your room?” She gestured with a soft smile. “Mihael will take care of Mathias. He is safe here. We have our men on guard so you can be at ease for the time being. No one knows he is here.”

[thebrittbrat]

Coda slid off of Raja and handed him over reluctantly, following after the elf. Her eyes scaled the great walls, and she watched everything; the homes and market streets, the guards atop the wall.

Mathias followed Mihael, laying on the bed without interjection. He found comfort in hold his hand, his thumb rubbing gently out of habit. “I will. Of course..” He sat back as the doctor entered, his heart thumping heavily. He had to remind himself he wasn’t a threat. He asked what happened and Mathias frowned.

“An arrow hit me.”

“Well, it missed the major arteries, you’re lucky of that. I’m just going to treat it for infection, bandage you up.”

When he was finished, nodded, looking at his parchment. “Make sure you are resting. Mihael, don’t let him push himself, it will only hinder the healing process.” And he left at that, of to help another. Mathias looked down at his bandaging. “Do you think I’ll have a cool scar?”

Coda looked to the high elf, who seemed to fit so well here. She could see this was her home, though the Khajiit felt unease, she tried to relax, for her own sake.

“Food.” She spoke swiftly, nearly excited by the thought. Though Liliana’s ensuing laughter made her ears lower in embarrassment.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael nodded to the doctor and as soon he was gone fron the room slapped Mathias upside the head lightly. “You’re a fucking idiot. I’ll take you to my room. We can eat there. Give Coda a break.”

Mihael aided him to his room, a tall standing four poster bed stood amist the middle of the room, silk black sheets and red candles scattered about the room, amongs many books and a desk full of scattered notes and more books. “Sorry it’s a mess. I don’t have visiters… Ever.” He smiled shyly and helped him to the bed.

Placing some clean black linen pants and a shirt on the bed, he nodded to Mathias. “You can change, I’ll go get the food. Help yourself to a book while you wait.” He kissed him softly and headed to get the food. “I won’t be long.”

He gave the news that Mathias was fine and to rest, to Coda quickly and left her with his cousin as they ate, before heading back to the room. “The food will be with us soon-” He paused and closed the large oak door behind him slowly as he noticed Mathias had changed and was reading through his notes, a soft blush dusting harsh cheekbones.

-

“Mihael id a handful, I’ve never seen him so… Caring?” She spoke to Coda over their food and smiled, offering her more wine. “What is it you do Coda? I’d love to have you stay here, you’d be a good ally to us.” She trusted the kahjit, which was odd for an elf, but she believed her intentions were only good.

[thebrittbrat]

“Ow!” Mathias rubbed his head, laughing softly. “I’m an injured idiot! Some nurse you are.” He laughed and followed him, walking into the room slowly. He looked around, a small grin forming on his lips. “Are you secretly a vampire, mihi?” He took his clothes, which were also black, resting on the mattress as the elf left to get food.

He found some of the notes scattered about, and he couldn’t help but read them - seeing his name on the paper had been incentive enough.

-

Coda chewed thoughtfully, watching the elf disappear around the corner. She looked back to Liliana, taking a small sip of wine. “Mathias grew attached quite quickly. It’s quite…interesting.” Coda had never had a love like that; though she didn’t seem to be searching for one, either. “I appreciate the offer, but I am from Tamriel. Much as I find this land beautiful, it is not home to me.” She paused; still having not answered her question. “I am a..weapons dealer.” It was a lie. She ate a carrot thoughtfully. “And what about yourself?”

[mellomkeehl]

“Feeling okay?” Mihael approached him slowly and ran his fingers through the others hair, scratching gently at his scalp. “Perhaps those weren’t the best choice.” He tried to pry the paper from his hand, but Mathias quickly moved it away. “Food will be here soon anyway.” He sat beside him on the bed and rested his head on his shoulder. “And why would you assume such things?”

-

“I see… We’ve known Mathias for a while, they were good friends as children. We are close to his family.” She explained softly without too much information. “I am more of a personal guard, I travel with Mihael sometimes when needed and train the younger elves. I’m a mage you see.” With a smile she paused and picked at more food. “Tamriel… A weapons dealer? I don’t buy it, but I won’t ask further so don’t fret.” She winked and took a sip of her wine.

[thebrittbrat]

The prince set the notes down, his head rolling back so he could look at the blond. “Have you seen your interior? It’s so dark, that’s why.” His hand brushed through the elf’s blond locks in return, his adam’s apple bobbing as he eyed the other. “I like it, though.”

-

Coda’s lip twitched, the echo of a grin forming. She was intuitive. “It is a kind offer, to let me stay. I may take you upon it until this..ordeal is over.” She waved her hand. “I believe Mathias.” She regarded the other with cautiousness, swirling her drink in hand casually. “Have you any news of

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael snickered and rolled his eyes. "Just my preference I guess." He lay back onto the sheets and ran his hands over them with a sigh, his eyes closing, he was echausted and mentally drained. "How are you feeling?"

-

The elf nodded and gave a small smirk as she finished up her plate, finishing off her wine and offering Coda a refil. "I believe him, I'm sure we all do, however we're not the problem, I am sure my uncle, however, can resolve the issue. I've seen him deal with worse."

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael listened and closed his eyes at the others touch, just enjoying the attention, humming here in response when the other spoke.

Mihael was about to respond, yet all of a sudden the blond jumped when Mathias whispered causing him to almost fall ofd the edge of the bed. “You shit!” He grabbed the pillow and smacked him across the head with it in laughter, then pausing as he noticed his hair was finished and took it between his fingers with a smile. “It looks great.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias laughed as the other fell, trying to grab him and keep him from teetering off. “You dork.” He moved tp sit next to him and gave it a once over. “Thanks.”

Not long after and they were chatting, Coda Deta entered with her skeleton key, pulling her hood off as she did. She looked up at thw two laughing together, and the tenseness in her shoulders eased. She smiled a little, easing on to the bed adjacent to them. “I like your hair.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was so into the conversation, he hadnt even noticed her walk in until she commented on his hair. “Thank you, surprisnfly he did a good job.” A smirk followed by a wink was thrown to Mathias, before he lay back against the headbard, his attention now on Coda.

“What adventures have you had then? I am curious as to what it is you even get up to.” She was a rather mysterious figure, but Mihael really did like her and he was going to have to trust her to take care of Mathias while he was gone.

[thebrittbrat]

He earned a light smack from Mathias, who scoffed and lay on his stomach casually.

The Khajiit shrugged. “Just business. Trading, weapons dealing.” She turned her head to Mathias. “I’ve seen quite a beautiful mare for sale. She looks suitable for you. She’s old, sired a few good colts.”

Mathias shook his head. “No, I want a young horse. Green, even.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael shoved him back with his foot and smirked, before listening to Coda and nodding, listening as the two spoke.

“You want a foal?” Mihael spoke softly out of interest, chiming into the conversation despite the fact that he was already tired from earliers travelling and swimming adventure.

“Sounds like a good idea, I got Ilona when she was a foal, her mother was my fathers mare.” He spoke in encouragement of the idea.

[thebrittbrat]

The redheaded wood elf nodded, resting his head on his arms. “Want to train it myself. It’s better that way, having a bond with your horse.” He chuckled, and added, “or lion.” He yawned, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

Coda noticed how tired they both were, and her tail swayed back and forth lazily as she reclined on her bed. She made no offer to share, either. “Raja is the best, of that there is no question. He hunts, he’s stealthy, he’s well trained and loyal.” She grinned, her fangs glinting in the candlelight. “So long as I feed him.”

[mellomkeehl]

“Don’t be bringing him neae me when he’s hungry.” He laughed softly and rubbed at his eyes, before he moved to grab Mathias’ arm and tug him up next to him. “Let’s get in bed.” Clearly Coda was having her own bed and Mihael was tired.

“Let’s get some rest. Coda, I have some things to talk with you of alone tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps?” He slid to the edge of the bed to change into some linen pants and slipped under the covers, waiting for Mathias to join him. “This one won’t be up early anyway.” He nodded to the coppery haired elf and rolled his eyes tiredly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias obliged and curled up with the other comfortably - it wasn’t like he minded it at all. He was asleep within minutes.

Coda purred an agreement and settled down herself, her eyes closing only long after the other two were asleep.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael turned over and held Mathias from behind, nose buried in his neck and he fell aslewp with much more ease than he had in a long time.

Though waking wasn’t as peaceful, it seemed the other was a blanket hog along with taking up all the bed. He smiled down at the elf who was snoring lightly and brushed his hair from his face, kissing his forehead, before he got up and ready for the day.

Coda was already downstairs waiting for him and Mihael joined her at the table. “Good morning.” He got confortable in his seat before he began to speak. “So… I am going to leave today to speak with my father. I have agreed to meet with Math- him… A few towns over. Will you keep an eye on him in the meantime? I promise, I will not waste time and will make haste on my journey.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias slept comfortably through the jight, well into the morning. He felt Mihael next to him, his arms around his waist, and dreamt of his voice in his ear, whispering a story. The dream was outlandish, and unreal, and he awoke dazed. He had a problem he’d need to take care of immediately; recalling bits of his dream, he felt guilt, for no thoughts so vulgar would be acted upon in daylight. He was glad to be alone, at least for a time.

Meanwhile Coda was feasting on what appeared to be a severely undercooked slab of steak; not only as breakfast, but quite raw in the middle. She chewed as she listened to the blond, her mind reflecting on the solstice approaching.

Crossing the sea to Tamriel could become far more dangerous, as beasts stirred. They’d have to reroute.

“I understand. Do not confuse my quietness for anger, blond one.” She paused to swallow. “If it can be resolved peacefully then there will be no need to flee. I pray for your safe passage and swift return.” Then, she pulled a scroll from her waistband, laying out the map. “If you are asked, you must say you’d seen us in Whiterun last. It is the last known place by the royals. Anything closer will hint our enemies of our directions.” She paused; considering telling him to lie. Though she doubted his merit for the art. “Send no ravens. We will set a place to meet. As for the time..” pausinng, she mulled their options. Though she’d never spoken so much since they’d met, her intelligence had sprung to life, suddenly; she seemed an expert at evasion, coordination, and geography. As one should be in her profession.

“If you can meet us on the new moon, we shall be there. If not, every third night we will arrive by mid-night.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel nodded along with her words, she was wiser than any old owl or dare he say even the great monks who taught him when he was younger. “Of course. Thank you. I will do my best.” Mihael reached over the table to hold her paw, squeezing it gently. “Thank you; again.” He nodded and stood, tucking in his chair. “I must go say my farewells. Please be safe, all of you.”

Once up in their room, Mihael appraoched Mathias who had clearly just awoken. He sat beside him on the bed and held him tightly to his chest. “Coda and I have made plans. Please, please, be safe. Lay low and stay close to her. If you need me then you can wait for me back in whiterun with Coda. I have a friend there, the Jarl, he will keep you safe.”

Mihael pulled back to kiss him softly, enjoying the moment as much as he could while it lasted, he would have to leave soon so he would arrive home come noon.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias sat up as he entered, the sleep melting from him at Mihael’s heavied words. He embraced him just as tightly, and with fingers intertwining, he kissed him back, his other hand cupping his cheek gingerly. “Be safe, Mihael.”

He watched him go and felt strange, like his chest had been emptied out and hollowed. He found Coda soon, and they’d set about a course of travel. Staying in one place too long meant getting caught, and Mathias watched the town disappear into the distance with a weighted heart. He felt vulnerable.

During their ride Coda spoke to break the silence. “You must stay vigilant. It will not be long before you see each other again. Think not of the time passing but what you can do for yourself as you wait.”

Mathias heeded her words, not for the first time awed by her wisdom. “You are a blessing, Coda.”

[mellomkeehl]

The journey home wasnt as long as he intended, but Ilona was worn out from only having one break along the way, he felt as though he had a purpose now and for sone reason his chest still ached with longing to see Mathias. Was this normal?

Ilona was set to rest in the stables and Mihael swallowed thickly as he prepared to speak with his father.

“Mihael…. I find these words much too far fetched to be true, you do understand this?” There was an uncomfortable silence and Mihael bowed his head, he had just explained the situation to his father and it already wasn’t sounding good.

“I promise. He is not guilty. I would not lie to my father. We know him. You know him.” Mihael lifted his head and suddenly his father placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bring him to me. With his friend. Tell no one and arrive late. Come straight to me and stick to backroads. Lilliana shall travel with you.”

Mihael agreed and as soon as their conversation was over he rested for the night.

-

When the morn came, he arose early and met Lilliana at the stables, she was a beautiful high elf, blonde hair much like himself and the same eyes, she was his cousin, but an amazing mage he would be safe with her for certain.

-

Almost a week had passed and Mihael had already missed one meeting with them, so he waited three days longer, before finally waitinf at the agreed place. A river on the outskirts of a small town, he sat up against a tree whilst his cousin wondered about the lake with her mount, a stunning white tiger, they were both beautiful in the moonlight.

Though soon enough he snapped his head around and dropped his book he’d been reading, turning to see Coda but not Mathias. “Where is he?” Panick set in instantly and his stomach dropped. “Coda?” He ran to her with haste.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had noticed the change almost before it happened. They’d bonded, and it was something beautiful. She could feel Mathias’s sense of misdirection; he’d become distracted, that could become dangerous. She’d stopped Raja and they’d found an alcove to rest for the night.

She pushed a wooden bowl into his chest. The crickets chirped and the fire was smoldering, hidden in a dug pit.

“Eat.” When he took it she moved to shuffle through a bag, pulling out a paper parcel. She unwrapped two sticks of dried meat for each of them. “We will move again before dawn. But for now, rest.”

Mathias obliged with little interjection, his eyes on the horizon. He ate his food quietly and mapped the stars glittering above. “I don’t know why he did it. Yusuf. He was always well respected. He was Father’s friend.”

He chewed on the jerky, his eyes thoughftul before lowering to the ground. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “And yet he betrayed my family.” Anger bubbled in him, fueled in hatred and confusion.

Coda turned and watched him, her eyes, glittering in the firelight with an untold emotion. Her fur was a milky glow in the moonlight, contrasted by the stripes wound about her arms and eyes. The huntress tore at her jerky, eating it piece by piece while he spoke. “I do not know the answers you seek. I also do not know your enemies motives. But do not let your anger rule your actions. Your instincts will guide you, if you let them. Keep hope with you, young prince.”

He was sullen, and said no more of it. The moon climbed the skies and he laid to rest.

The night was quiet, and Coda was mulling everything he’d said. She’d thought of their travels so far, of everything he’d done to get just this far. She looked to him, curled on the ground.

For a moment, a chill ran over her shoulders. She shifted, turning to sniff the air.

The wind had stopped.

Silence engulfed them, and it felt wrong. Her eyes traversed the terrain, scanning the underbrush around them warily.

Her hand rested on Mathias’s shoulder, jerking him roughly and lowering herself closer to the ground. “Wake up. Someone’s coming.” Her voice was harsh, eyes dilated as she tensed.

An arrow whizzed past her head, footsteps erupting from the brush. The tigress turned, bolting towards the figure. Her blades screeched as they were unsheathed, and she slashed in two long, deadly arcs, a darkened figure slumped to the ground. “Run, quickly!”

–

When she traversed to meet them, Coda was splattered in blood, her form slouched and tired. Raja was wounded along his side, though she’d had time to treat it since they’d been attacked. The lion watched the high elf’s steed with some interest, keeping his distance and minding his wound.

“He is injured, but not greatly. He could not ride here.” She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. “He is safe, for now. What news do you have?”

[mellomkeehl]

The female elf’s gaze sharpened on the feline as she spoke, though she soon lowered her hands when she noticed Mihael stand still speachless and moved slowly toward them.

She tried to stop him, but Mihael mounted Ilona with haste. “Where?” And once Coda had spoken he rushed off into the darkness to find Mathias.

“I apologise for him. I am his cousin, we shall leave pleasantries until later, yes? Or shall we let them be?” She was much like Mihael, yet much more calm than the other, she didn’t seem to have the sams emver flames of passion in her, yet a cool storm instead. “I am Ilona. I apologise for her.” She spoke of her mount who was instantly submissive to Raja and wanted nothing more than to play. “She is still young.”

-

Mihael found Mathias in an old abandoned farm house off the road, he tied Ilona up outside and kicked down the locked door, rushing in to find a rather startled elf and held him instantly. He cracked, though tried not to hold him too tight. “Where are you injured? You said you’d stay safe!” His tone was harsh, but it was more upset than anger. He pulled away slightly to look the other in the eyes and kissed him with passion, it had been far too long.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had no more than spoken and he’d rushed iff, and she growled in frustration. “With royals hunting him, no, we should not. He’s acting recklessly.”

Ahe took after the blond; supposibg the news from his father would wait until he was thinking rationally. She urged Raja faster, the lion breaking into a run after Mihael.

-

When the barn door was kicked in, Mathias, who’d been resting on the floor, leapt to action. The bay leaves wrapped around his torso loosened, and he held a blade at the ready.

When the blond ran up to him, he froze - he’d nearly stabbed him - and the elf was clutching him, and he grunted. He pushed Mihael to arm’s length, a lick of pain climbing his stomach. “You scared the life out of me, Mihi. What are you here? Bring Ilona in, close that door. It isn’t safe for you. Where’s Coda?” He set his sword to the ground, slouching back against the wall.

[mellomkeehl]

“Shut up!” Mihael was furious, his temper was done with all this, he was done with people telling him how to handle himself, despite him knowing they were right. “Just shut up…” his voice cracked as he fell to the floor and reached out for Mathias’ hand, thumbing the back of it gently as he slumped his head in defeat.

-

They raced toward an old farm house and Liliana followed behind Coda closey, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once they arrived she hopped off her mount and nodded to Coda. “I will keep watch, please if he is too much do not feel the need to hold back. Mihael is a handful.” She gave her a quick warning, untying Ilona in case they had to flee quickly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias grabbed a hold of the elf, lifting his head to meet his eyes. The shock had subsided and he looked at the blond - he looked well fed, washed. Good. He pulled him closer and kissed him, slowly, gently, easing the anger in him. “Hey, hey..I’m happy to see you, but if the royals catch us here, I can’t..You just have to be careful, yeah?” He simply held the blond, his fingers petting over his hair.

Coda entered, finding them on the floor in the room she’d left him in. She stood back, giving them their space, though she checked every other room of the house. She’d worked too hard to be caught. Finally, she stepped closer to them, keeping the anger subtle in her tone. “Mihael. What news from your father?”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel coughed softly and nodded, trying to clear the awkward air somehow. “Yes. Sorry.” He moved away from the other and stood, before helping him up slowly and inspecting his wound. “What happened? We need to bring you back to my father.” He kissed his lips softly and held him close to support him and turned to Coda with a nod.

“We must go back to the castle. All of you. You are welcome to come. You will be safe. He wishes to hear your case.” He held his breathe, afraid that Coda would disagree or think it to be too dangerous.

The other blonde popped her head in the door quietly. “We should leave. Now. I just saw a cavalry out travelling the opposite direction. It’ll buy us more time. Make haste.” She mounted her tiger and waited for them outside.

[thebrittbrat]

The Khajiit looked between the elves, her eyes meeting with Mathias’s.

“We were ambushed in the night.” The redhead spoke, standing well enough with Mihael’s help. He didn’t limp too heavily, but he could feel flames of pain licking at his belly as he moved.

Coda had mounted Mathias with her, holding the reigns around him. She looked out upon the moorish landscape, upon the trail the royals had been on. “We will stay close to the trees where we can.” She pet Raja’s neck, who moved silently in the tall grass. “Let’s go.” Following behind Ilona, they traversed the terrain quickly. The stars glittered in the black of night, and before dawn they were approaching the castle, with Raja falling behind the two high elves.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael kept quiet for the journey, his stomach was twisting and he felt as though he was going to throw up as they approached his home.

He dismounted and gave Ilona to one of the guards, along as his cousin did with her mount, she then gestured for Coda to do the same and Mihael moved to help Mathias stand.

It was still dark, thankfully, and no one had seen them enter through the back of the castle, meaning Mathias would be safe here for at least a while.

“Before anything, you are to see a doctor and rest.” He made sure Coda was following them and helped Mathias into the castle, lifting him up onto the doctors bed as they waited. “You’ll be okay, just don’t lie. Please. Tell him the truth, everything.” He kissed his forehead as the doctor entered and stayed by his side silently, holding his hand.

Liliana smiled to Coda and stepped toward the dining area. “Would you like to have something to eat or me to show you to your room?” She gestured with a soft smile. “Mihael will take care of Mathias. He is safe here. We have our men on guard so you can be at ease for the time being. No one knows he is here.”

[thebrittbrat]

Coda slid off of Raja and handed him over reluctantly, following after the elf. Her eyes scaled the great walls, and she watched everything; the homes and market streets, the guards atop the wall.

Mathias followed Mihael, laying on the bed without interjection. He found comfort in hold his hand, his thumb rubbing gently out of habit. “I will. Of course..” He sat back as the doctor entered, his heart thumping heavily. He had to remind himself he wasn’t a threat. He asked what happened and Mathias frowned.

“An arrow hit me.”

“Well, it missed the major arteries, you’re lucky of that. I’m just going to treat it for infection, bandage you up.”

When he was finished, nodded, looking at his parchment. “Make sure you are resting. Mihael, don’t let him push himself, it will only hinder the healing process.” And he left at that, of to help another. Mathias looked down at his bandaging. “Do you think I’ll have a cool scar?”

Coda looked to the high elf, who seemed to fit so well here. She could see this was her home, though the Khajiit felt unease, she tried to relax, for her own sake.

“Food.” She spoke swiftly, nearly excited by the thought. Though Liliana’s ensuing laughter made her ears lower in embarrassment.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael nodded to the doctor and as soon he was gone fron the room slapped Mathias upside the head lightly. “You’re a fucking idiot. I’ll take you to my room. We can eat there. Give Coda a break.”

Mihael aided him to his room, a tall standing four poster bed stood amist the middle of the room, silk black sheets and red candles scattered about the room, amongs many books and a desk full of scattered notes and more books. “Sorry it’s a mess. I don’t have visiters… Ever.” He smiled shyly and helped him to the bed.

Placing some clean black linen pants and a shirt on the bed, he nodded to Mathias. “You can change, I’ll go get the food. Help yourself to a book while you wait.” He kissed him softly and headed to get the food. “I won’t be long.”

He gave the news that Mathias was fine and to rest, to Coda quickly and left her with his cousin as they ate, before heading back to the room. “The food will be with us soon-” He paused and closed the large oak door behind him slowly as he noticed Mathias had changed and was reading through his notes, a soft blush dusting harsh cheekbones.

-

“Mihael id a handful, I’ve never seen him so… Caring?” She spoke to Coda over their food and smiled, offering her more wine. “What is it you do Coda? I’d love to have you stay here, you’d be a good ally to us.” She trusted the kahjit, which was odd for an elf, but she believed her intentions were only good.

[thebrittbrat]

“Ow!” Mathias rubbed his head, laughing softly. “I’m an injured idiot! Some nurse you are.” He laughed and followed him, walking into the room slowly. He looked around, a small grin forming on his lips. “Are you secretly a vampire, mihi?” He took his clothes, which were also black, resting on the mattress as the elf left to get food.

He found some of the notes scattered about, and he couldn’t help but read them - seeing his name on the paper had been incentive enough.

-

Coda chewed thoughtfully, watching the elf disappear around the corner. She looked back to Liliana, taking a small sip of wine. “Mathias grew attached quite quickly. It’s quite…interesting.” Coda had never had a love like that; though she didn’t seem to be searching for one, either. “I appreciate the offer, but I am from Tamriel. Much as I find this land beautiful, it is not home to me.” She paused; still having not answered her question. “I am a..weapons dealer.” It was a lie. She ate a carrot thoughtfully. “And what about yourself?”

[mellomkeehl]

"Feeling okay?" Mihael approached him slowly and ran his fingers through the others hair, scratching gently at his scalp. "Perhaps those weren't the best choice." He tried to pry the paper from his hand, but Mathias quickly moved it away. "Food will be here soon anyway." He sat beside him on the bed and rested his head on his shoulder. "And why would you assume such things?"

-

"I see... We've known Mathias for a while, they were good friends as children. We are close to his family." She explained softly without too much information. "I am more of a personal guard, I travel with Mihael sometimes when needed and train the younger elves. I'm a mage you see." With a smile she paused and picked at more food. "Tamriel... A weapons dealer? I don't buy it, but I won't ask further so don't fret." She winked and took a sip of her wine.

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael listened and closed his eyes at the others touch, just enjoying the attention, humming here in response when the other spoke.

Mihael was about to respond, yet all of a sudden the blond jumped when Mathias whispered causing him to almost fall ofd the edge of the bed. “You shit!” He grabbed the pillow and smacked him across the head with it in laughter, then pausing as he noticed his hair was finished and took it between his fingers with a smile. “It looks great.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias laughed as the other fell, trying to grab him and keep him from teetering off. “You dork.” He moved tp sit next to him and gave it a once over. “Thanks.”

Not long after and they were chatting, Coda Deta entered with her skeleton key, pulling her hood off as she did. She looked up at thw two laughing together, and the tenseness in her shoulders eased. She smiled a little, easing on to the bed adjacent to them. “I like your hair.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was so into the conversation, he hadnt even noticed her walk in until she commented on his hair. “Thank you, surprisnfly he did a good job.” A smirk followed by a wink was thrown to Mathias, before he lay back against the headbard, his attention now on Coda.

“What adventures have you had then? I am curious as to what it is you even get up to.” She was a rather mysterious figure, but Mihael really did like her and he was going to have to trust her to take care of Mathias while he was gone.

[thebrittbrat]

He earned a light smack from Mathias, who scoffed and lay on his stomach casually.

The Khajiit shrugged. “Just business. Trading, weapons dealing.” She turned her head to Mathias. “I’ve seen quite a beautiful mare for sale. She looks suitable for you. She’s old, sired a few good colts.”

Mathias shook his head. “No, I want a young horse. Green, even.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael shoved him back with his foot and smirked, before listening to Coda and nodding, listening as the two spoke.

“You want a foal?” Mihael spoke softly out of interest, chiming into the conversation despite the fact that he was already tired from earliers travelling and swimming adventure.

“Sounds like a good idea, I got Ilona when she was a foal, her mother was my fathers mare.” He spoke in encouragement of the idea.

[thebrittbrat]

The redheaded wood elf nodded, resting his head on his arms. “Want to train it myself. It’s better that way, having a bond with your horse.” He chuckled, and added, “or lion.” He yawned, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

Coda noticed how tired they both were, and her tail swayed back and forth lazily as she reclined on her bed. She made no offer to share, either. “Raja is the best, of that there is no question. He hunts, he’s stealthy, he’s well trained and loyal.” She grinned, her fangs glinting in the candlelight. “So long as I feed him.”

[mellomkeehl]

“Don’t be bringing him neae me when he’s hungry.” He laughed softly and rubbed at his eyes, before he moved to grab Mathias’ arm and tug him up next to him. “Let’s get in bed.” Clearly Coda was having her own bed and Mihael was tired.

“Let’s get some rest. Coda, I have some things to talk with you of alone tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps?” He slid to the edge of the bed to change into some linen pants and slipped under the covers, waiting for Mathias to join him. “This one won’t be up early anyway.” He nodded to the coppery haired elf and rolled his eyes tiredly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias obliged and curled up with the other comfortably - it wasn’t like he minded it at all. He was asleep within minutes.

Coda purred an agreement and settled down herself, her eyes closing only long after the other two were asleep.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael turned over and held Mathias from behind, nose buried in his neck and he fell aslewp with much more ease than he had in a long time.

Though waking wasn’t as peaceful, it seemed the other was a blanket hog along with taking up all the bed. He smiled down at the elf who was snoring lightly and brushed his hair from his face, kissing his forehead, before he got up and ready for the day.

Coda was already downstairs waiting for him and Mihael joined her at the table. “Good morning.” He got confortable in his seat before he began to speak. “So… I am going to leave today to speak with my father. I have agreed to meet with Math- him… A few towns over. Will you keep an eye on him in the meantime? I promise, I will not waste time and will make haste on my journey.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias slept comfortably through the jight, well into the morning. He felt Mihael next to him, his arms around his waist, and dreamt of his voice in his ear, whispering a story. The dream was outlandish, and unreal, and he awoke dazed. He had a problem he’d need to take care of immediately; recalling bits of his dream, he felt guilt, for no thoughts so vulgar would be acted upon in daylight. He was glad to be alone, at least for a time.

Meanwhile Coda was feasting on what appeared to be a severely undercooked slab of steak; not only as breakfast, but quite raw in the middle. She chewed as she listened to the blond, her mind reflecting on the solstice approaching.

Crossing the sea to Tamriel could become far more dangerous, as beasts stirred. They’d have to reroute.

“I understand. Do not confuse my quietness for anger, blond one.” She paused to swallow. “If it can be resolved peacefully then there will be no need to flee. I pray for your safe passage and swift return.” Then, she pulled a scroll from her waistband, laying out the map. “If you are asked, you must say you’d seen us in Whiterun last. It is the last known place by the royals. Anything closer will hint our enemies of our directions.” She paused; considering telling him to lie. Though she doubted his merit for the art. “Send no ravens. We will set a place to meet. As for the time..” pausinng, she mulled their options. Though she’d never spoken so much since they’d met, her intelligence had sprung to life, suddenly; she seemed an expert at evasion, coordination, and geography. As one should be in her profession.

“If you can meet us on the new moon, we shall be there. If not, every third night we will arrive by mid-night.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel nodded along with her words, she was wiser than any old owl or dare he say even the great monks who taught him when he was younger. “Of course. Thank you. I will do my best.” Mihael reached over the table to hold her paw, squeezing it gently. “Thank you; again.” He nodded and stood, tucking in his chair. “I must go say my farewells. Please be safe, all of you.”

Once up in their room, Mihael appraoched Mathias who had clearly just awoken. He sat beside him on the bed and held him tightly to his chest. “Coda and I have made plans. Please, please, be safe. Lay low and stay close to her. If you need me then you can wait for me back in whiterun with Coda. I have a friend there, the Jarl, he will keep you safe.”

Mihael pulled back to kiss him softly, enjoying the moment as much as he could while it lasted, he would have to leave soon so he would arrive home come noon.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias sat up as he entered, the sleep melting from him at Mihael’s heavied words. He embraced him just as tightly, and with fingers intertwining, he kissed him back, his other hand cupping his cheek gingerly. “Be safe, Mihael.”

He watched him go and felt strange, like his chest had been emptied out and hollowed. He found Coda soon, and they’d set about a course of travel. Staying in one place too long meant getting caught, and Mathias watched the town disappear into the distance with a weighted heart. He felt vulnerable.

During their ride Coda spoke to break the silence. “You must stay vigilant. It will not be long before you see each other again. Think not of the time passing but what you can do for yourself as you wait.”

Mathias heeded her words, not for the first time awed by her wisdom. “You are a blessing, Coda.”

[mellomkeehl]

The journey home wasnt as long as he intended, but Ilona was worn out from only having one break along the way, he felt as though he had a purpose now and for sone reason his chest still ached with longing to see Mathias. Was this normal?

Ilona was set to rest in the stables and Mihael swallowed thickly as he prepared to speak with his father.

“Mihael…. I find these words much too far fetched to be true, you do understand this?” There was an uncomfortable silence and Mihael bowed his head, he had just explained the situation to his father and it already wasn’t sounding good.

“I promise. He is not guilty. I would not lie to my father. We know him. You know him.” Mihael lifted his head and suddenly his father placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bring him to me. With his friend. Tell no one and arrive late. Come straight to me and stick to backroads. Lilliana shall travel with you.”

Mihael agreed and as soon as their conversation was over he rested for the night.

-

When the morn came, he arose early and met Lilliana at the stables, she was a beautiful high elf, blonde hair much like himself and the same eyes, she was his cousin, but an amazing mage he would be safe with her for certain.

-

Almost a week had passed and Mihael had already missed one meeting with them, so he waited three days longer, before finally waitinf at the agreed place. A river on the outskirts of a small town, he sat up against a tree whilst his cousin wondered about the lake with her mount, a stunning white tiger, they were both beautiful in the moonlight.

Though soon enough he snapped his head around and dropped his book he’d been reading, turning to see Coda but not Mathias. “Where is he?” Panick set in instantly and his stomach dropped. “Coda?” He ran to her with haste.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had noticed the change almost before it happened. They’d bonded, and it was something beautiful. She could feel Mathias’s sense of misdirection; he’d become distracted, that could become dangerous. She’d stopped Raja and they’d found an alcove to rest for the night.

She pushed a wooden bowl into his chest. The crickets chirped and the fire was smoldering, hidden in a dug pit.

“Eat.” When he took it she moved to shuffle through a bag, pulling out a paper parcel. She unwrapped two sticks of dried meat for each of them. “We will move again before dawn. But for now, rest.”

Mathias obliged with little interjection, his eyes on the horizon. He ate his food quietly and mapped the stars glittering above. “I don’t know why he did it. Yusuf. He was always well respected. He was Father’s friend.”

He chewed on the jerky, his eyes thoughftul before lowering to the ground. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “And yet he betrayed my family.” Anger bubbled in him, fueled in hatred and confusion.

Coda turned and watched him, her eyes, glittering in the firelight with an untold emotion. Her fur was a milky glow in the moonlight, contrasted by the stripes wound about her arms and eyes. The huntress tore at her jerky, eating it piece by piece while he spoke. “I do not know the answers you seek. I also do not know your enemies motives. But do not let your anger rule your actions. Your instincts will guide you, if you let them. Keep hope with you, young prince.”

He was sullen, and said no more of it. The moon climbed the skies and he laid to rest.

The night was quiet, and Coda was mulling everything he’d said. She’d thought of their travels so far, of everything he’d done to get just this far. She looked to him, curled on the ground.

For a moment, a chill ran over her shoulders. She shifted, turning to sniff the air.

The wind had stopped.

Silence engulfed them, and it felt wrong. Her eyes traversed the terrain, scanning the underbrush around them warily.

Her hand rested on Mathias’s shoulder, jerking him roughly and lowering herself closer to the ground. “Wake up. Someone’s coming.” Her voice was harsh, eyes dilated as she tensed.

An arrow whizzed past her head, footsteps erupting from the brush. The tigress turned, bolting towards the figure. Her blades screeched as they were unsheathed, and she slashed in two long, deadly arcs, a darkened figure slumped to the ground. “Run, quickly!”

–

When she traversed to meet them, Coda was splattered in blood, her form slouched and tired. Raja was wounded along his side, though she’d had time to treat it since they’d been attacked. The lion watched the high elf’s steed with some interest, keeping his distance and minding his wound.

“He is injured, but not greatly. He could not ride here.” She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. “He is safe, for now. What news do you have?”

[mellomkeehl]

The female elf’s gaze sharpened on the feline as she spoke, though she soon lowered her hands when she noticed Mihael stand still speachless and moved slowly toward them.

She tried to stop him, but Mihael mounted Ilona with haste. “Where?” And once Coda had spoken he rushed off into the darkness to find Mathias.

“I apologise for him. I am his cousin, we shall leave pleasantries until later, yes? Or shall we let them be?” She was much like Mihael, yet much more calm than the other, she didn’t seem to have the sams emver flames of passion in her, yet a cool storm instead. “I am Ilona. I apologise for her.” She spoke of her mount who was instantly submissive to Raja and wanted nothing more than to play. “She is still young.”

-

Mihael found Mathias in an old abandoned farm house off the road, he tied Ilona up outside and kicked down the locked door, rushing in to find a rather startled elf and held him instantly. He cracked, though tried not to hold him too tight. “Where are you injured? You said you’d stay safe!” His tone was harsh, but it was more upset than anger. He pulled away slightly to look the other in the eyes and kissed him with passion, it had been far too long.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had no more than spoken and he’d rushed iff, and she growled in frustration. “With royals hunting him, no, we should not. He’s acting recklessly.”

Ahe took after the blond; supposibg the news from his father would wait until he was thinking rationally. She urged Raja faster, the lion breaking into a run after Mihael.

-

When the barn door was kicked in, Mathias, who’d been resting on the floor, leapt to action. The bay leaves wrapped around his torso loosened, and he held a blade at the ready.

When the blond ran up to him, he froze - he’d nearly stabbed him - and the elf was clutching him, and he grunted. He pushed Mihael to arm’s length, a lick of pain climbing his stomach. “You scared the life out of me, Mihi. What are you here? Bring Ilona in, close that door. It isn’t safe for you. Where’s Coda?” He set his sword to the ground, slouching back against the wall.

[mellomkeehl]

“Shut up!” Mihael was furious, his temper was done with all this, he was done with people telling him how to handle himself, despite him knowing they were right. “Just shut up…” his voice cracked as he fell to the floor and reached out for Mathias’ hand, thumbing the back of it gently as he slumped his head in defeat.

-

They raced toward an old farm house and Liliana followed behind Coda closey, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once they arrived she hopped off her mount and nodded to Coda. “I will keep watch, please if he is too much do not feel the need to hold back. Mihael is a handful.” She gave her a quick warning, untying Ilona in case they had to flee quickly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias grabbed a hold of the elf, lifting his head to meet his eyes. The shock had subsided and he looked at the blond - he looked well fed, washed. Good. He pulled him closer and kissed him, slowly, gently, easing the anger in him. “Hey, hey..I’m happy to see you, but if the royals catch us here, I can’t..You just have to be careful, yeah?” He simply held the blond, his fingers petting over his hair.

Coda entered, finding them on the floor in the room she’d left him in. She stood back, giving them their space, though she checked every other room of the house. She’d worked too hard to be caught. Finally, she stepped closer to them, keeping the anger subtle in her tone. “Mihael. What news from your father?”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel coughed softly and nodded, trying to clear the awkward air somehow. “Yes. Sorry.” He moved away from the other and stood, before helping him up slowly and inspecting his wound. “What happened? We need to bring you back to my father.” He kissed his lips softly and held him close to support him and turned to Coda with a nod.

“We must go back to the castle. All of you. You are welcome to come. You will be safe. He wishes to hear your case.” He held his breathe, afraid that Coda would disagree or think it to be too dangerous.

The other blonde popped her head in the door quietly. “We should leave. Now. I just saw a cavalry out travelling the opposite direction. It’ll buy us more time. Make haste.” She mounted her tiger and waited for them outside.

[thebrittbrat]

The Khajiit looked between the elves, her eyes meeting with Mathias’s.

“We were ambushed in the night.” The redhead spoke, standing well enough with Mihael’s help. He didn’t limp too heavily, but he could feel flames of pain licking at his belly as he moved.

Coda had mounted Mathias with her, holding the reigns around him. She looked out upon the moorish landscape, upon the trail the royals had been on. “We will stay close to the trees where we can.” She pet Raja’s neck, who moved silently in the tall grass. “Let’s go.” Following behind Ilona, they traversed the terrain quickly. The stars glittered in the black of night, and before dawn they were approaching the castle, with Raja falling behind the two high elves.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael kept quiet for the journey, his stomach was twisting and he felt as though he was going to throw up as they approached his home.

He dismounted and gave Ilona to one of the guards, along as his cousin did with her mount, she then gestured for Coda to do the same and Mihael moved to help Mathias stand.

It was still dark, thankfully, and no one had seen them enter through the back of the castle, meaning Mathias would be safe here for at least a while.

“Before anything, you are to see a doctor and rest.” He made sure Coda was following them and helped Mathias into the castle, lifting him up onto the doctors bed as they waited. “You’ll be okay, just don’t lie. Please. Tell him the truth, everything.” He kissed his forehead as the doctor entered and stayed by his side silently, holding his hand.

Liliana smiled to Coda and stepped toward the dining area. “Would you like to have something to eat or me to show you to your room?” She gestured with a soft smile. “Mihael will take care of Mathias. He is safe here. We have our men on guard so you can be at ease for the time being. No one knows he is here.”

[thebrittbrat]

Coda slid off of Raja and handed him over reluctantly, following after the elf. Her eyes scaled the great walls, and she watched everything; the homes and market streets, the guards atop the wall.

Mathias followed Mihael, laying on the bed without interjection. He found comfort in hold his hand, his thumb rubbing gently out of habit. “I will. Of course..” He sat back as the doctor entered, his heart thumping heavily. He had to remind himself he wasn’t a threat. He asked what happened and Mathias frowned.

“An arrow hit me.”

“Well, it missed the major arteries, you’re lucky of that. I’m just going to treat it for infection, bandage you up.”

When he was finished, nodded, looking at his parchment. “Make sure you are resting. Mihael, don’t let him push himself, it will only hinder the healing process.” And he left at that, of to help another. Mathias looked down at his bandaging. “Do you think I’ll have a cool scar?”

Coda looked to the high elf, who seemed to fit so well here. She could see this was her home, though the Khajiit felt unease, she tried to relax, for her own sake.

“Food.” She spoke swiftly, nearly excited by the thought. Though Liliana’s ensuing laughter made her ears lower in embarrassment.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael nodded to the doctor and as soon he was gone fron the room slapped Mathias upside the head lightly. "You're a fucking idiot. I'll take you to my room. We can eat there. Give Coda a break."

Mihael aided him to his room, a tall standing four poster bed stood amist the middle of the room, silk black sheets and red candles scattered about the room, amongs many books and a desk full of scattered notes and more books. "Sorry it's a mess. I don't have visiters... Ever." He smiled shyly and helped him to the bed.

Placing some clean black linen pants and a shirt on the bed, he nodded to Mathias. "You can change, I'll go get the food. Help yourself to a book while you wait." He kissed him softly and headed to get the food. "I won't be long."

He gave the news that Mathias was fine and to rest, to Coda quickly and left her with his cousin as they ate, before heading back to the room. "The food will be with us soon-" He paused and closed the large oak door behind him slowly as he noticed Mathias had changed and was reading through his notes, a soft blush dusting harsh cheekbones.

-

"Mihael id a handful, I've never seen him so... Caring?" She spoke to Coda over their food and smiled, offering her more wine. "What is it you do Coda? I'd love to have you stay here, you'd be a good ally to us." She trusted the kahjit, which was odd for an elf, but she believed her intentions were only good.

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael listened and closed his eyes at the others touch, just enjoying the attention, humming here in response when the other spoke.

Mihael was about to respond, yet all of a sudden the blond jumped when Mathias whispered causing him to almost fall ofd the edge of the bed. “You shit!” He grabbed the pillow and smacked him across the head with it in laughter, then pausing as he noticed his hair was finished and took it between his fingers with a smile. “It looks great.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias laughed as the other fell, trying to grab him and keep him from teetering off. “You dork.” He moved tp sit next to him and gave it a once over. “Thanks.”

Not long after and they were chatting, Coda Deta entered with her skeleton key, pulling her hood off as she did. She looked up at thw two laughing together, and the tenseness in her shoulders eased. She smiled a little, easing on to the bed adjacent to them. “I like your hair.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was so into the conversation, he hadnt even noticed her walk in until she commented on his hair. “Thank you, surprisnfly he did a good job.” A smirk followed by a wink was thrown to Mathias, before he lay back against the headbard, his attention now on Coda.

“What adventures have you had then? I am curious as to what it is you even get up to.” She was a rather mysterious figure, but Mihael really did like her and he was going to have to trust her to take care of Mathias while he was gone.

[thebrittbrat]

He earned a light smack from Mathias, who scoffed and lay on his stomach casually.

The Khajiit shrugged. “Just business. Trading, weapons dealing.” She turned her head to Mathias. “I’ve seen quite a beautiful mare for sale. She looks suitable for you. She’s old, sired a few good colts.”

Mathias shook his head. “No, I want a young horse. Green, even.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael shoved him back with his foot and smirked, before listening to Coda and nodding, listening as the two spoke.

“You want a foal?” Mihael spoke softly out of interest, chiming into the conversation despite the fact that he was already tired from earliers travelling and swimming adventure.

“Sounds like a good idea, I got Ilona when she was a foal, her mother was my fathers mare.” He spoke in encouragement of the idea.

[thebrittbrat]

The redheaded wood elf nodded, resting his head on his arms. “Want to train it myself. It’s better that way, having a bond with your horse.” He chuckled, and added, “or lion.” He yawned, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

Coda noticed how tired they both were, and her tail swayed back and forth lazily as she reclined on her bed. She made no offer to share, either. “Raja is the best, of that there is no question. He hunts, he’s stealthy, he’s well trained and loyal.” She grinned, her fangs glinting in the candlelight. “So long as I feed him.”

[mellomkeehl]

“Don’t be bringing him neae me when he’s hungry.” He laughed softly and rubbed at his eyes, before he moved to grab Mathias’ arm and tug him up next to him. “Let’s get in bed.” Clearly Coda was having her own bed and Mihael was tired.

“Let’s get some rest. Coda, I have some things to talk with you of alone tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps?” He slid to the edge of the bed to change into some linen pants and slipped under the covers, waiting for Mathias to join him. “This one won’t be up early anyway.” He nodded to the coppery haired elf and rolled his eyes tiredly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias obliged and curled up with the other comfortably - it wasn’t like he minded it at all. He was asleep within minutes.

Coda purred an agreement and settled down herself, her eyes closing only long after the other two were asleep.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael turned over and held Mathias from behind, nose buried in his neck and he fell aslewp with much more ease than he had in a long time.

Though waking wasn’t as peaceful, it seemed the other was a blanket hog along with taking up all the bed. He smiled down at the elf who was snoring lightly and brushed his hair from his face, kissing his forehead, before he got up and ready for the day.

Coda was already downstairs waiting for him and Mihael joined her at the table. “Good morning.” He got confortable in his seat before he began to speak. “So… I am going to leave today to speak with my father. I have agreed to meet with Math- him… A few towns over. Will you keep an eye on him in the meantime? I promise, I will not waste time and will make haste on my journey.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias slept comfortably through the jight, well into the morning. He felt Mihael next to him, his arms around his waist, and dreamt of his voice in his ear, whispering a story. The dream was outlandish, and unreal, and he awoke dazed. He had a problem he’d need to take care of immediately; recalling bits of his dream, he felt guilt, for no thoughts so vulgar would be acted upon in daylight. He was glad to be alone, at least for a time.

Meanwhile Coda was feasting on what appeared to be a severely undercooked slab of steak; not only as breakfast, but quite raw in the middle. She chewed as she listened to the blond, her mind reflecting on the solstice approaching.

Crossing the sea to Tamriel could become far more dangerous, as beasts stirred. They’d have to reroute.

“I understand. Do not confuse my quietness for anger, blond one.” She paused to swallow. “If it can be resolved peacefully then there will be no need to flee. I pray for your safe passage and swift return.” Then, she pulled a scroll from her waistband, laying out the map. “If you are asked, you must say you’d seen us in Whiterun last. It is the last known place by the royals. Anything closer will hint our enemies of our directions.” She paused; considering telling him to lie. Though she doubted his merit for the art. “Send no ravens. We will set a place to meet. As for the time..” pausinng, she mulled their options. Though she’d never spoken so much since they’d met, her intelligence had sprung to life, suddenly; she seemed an expert at evasion, coordination, and geography. As one should be in her profession.

“If you can meet us on the new moon, we shall be there. If not, every third night we will arrive by mid-night.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel nodded along with her words, she was wiser than any old owl or dare he say even the great monks who taught him when he was younger. “Of course. Thank you. I will do my best.” Mihael reached over the table to hold her paw, squeezing it gently. “Thank you; again.” He nodded and stood, tucking in his chair. “I must go say my farewells. Please be safe, all of you.”

Once up in their room, Mihael appraoched Mathias who had clearly just awoken. He sat beside him on the bed and held him tightly to his chest. “Coda and I have made plans. Please, please, be safe. Lay low and stay close to her. If you need me then you can wait for me back in whiterun with Coda. I have a friend there, the Jarl, he will keep you safe.”

Mihael pulled back to kiss him softly, enjoying the moment as much as he could while it lasted, he would have to leave soon so he would arrive home come noon.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias sat up as he entered, the sleep melting from him at Mihael’s heavied words. He embraced him just as tightly, and with fingers intertwining, he kissed him back, his other hand cupping his cheek gingerly. “Be safe, Mihael.”

He watched him go and felt strange, like his chest had been emptied out and hollowed. He found Coda soon, and they’d set about a course of travel. Staying in one place too long meant getting caught, and Mathias watched the town disappear into the distance with a weighted heart. He felt vulnerable.

During their ride Coda spoke to break the silence. “You must stay vigilant. It will not be long before you see each other again. Think not of the time passing but what you can do for yourself as you wait.”

Mathias heeded her words, not for the first time awed by her wisdom. “You are a blessing, Coda.”

[mellomkeehl]

The journey home wasnt as long as he intended, but Ilona was worn out from only having one break along the way, he felt as though he had a purpose now and for sone reason his chest still ached with longing to see Mathias. Was this normal?

Ilona was set to rest in the stables and Mihael swallowed thickly as he prepared to speak with his father.

“Mihael…. I find these words much too far fetched to be true, you do understand this?” There was an uncomfortable silence and Mihael bowed his head, he had just explained the situation to his father and it already wasn’t sounding good.

“I promise. He is not guilty. I would not lie to my father. We know him. You know him.” Mihael lifted his head and suddenly his father placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bring him to me. With his friend. Tell no one and arrive late. Come straight to me and stick to backroads. Lilliana shall travel with you.”

Mihael agreed and as soon as their conversation was over he rested for the night.

-

When the morn came, he arose early and met Lilliana at the stables, she was a beautiful high elf, blonde hair much like himself and the same eyes, she was his cousin, but an amazing mage he would be safe with her for certain.

-

Almost a week had passed and Mihael had already missed one meeting with them, so he waited three days longer, before finally waitinf at the agreed place. A river on the outskirts of a small town, he sat up against a tree whilst his cousin wondered about the lake with her mount, a stunning white tiger, they were both beautiful in the moonlight.

Though soon enough he snapped his head around and dropped his book he’d been reading, turning to see Coda but not Mathias. “Where is he?” Panick set in instantly and his stomach dropped. “Coda?” He ran to her with haste.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had noticed the change almost before it happened. They’d bonded, and it was something beautiful. She could feel Mathias’s sense of misdirection; he’d become distracted, that could become dangerous. She’d stopped Raja and they’d found an alcove to rest for the night.

She pushed a wooden bowl into his chest. The crickets chirped and the fire was smoldering, hidden in a dug pit.

“Eat.” When he took it she moved to shuffle through a bag, pulling out a paper parcel. She unwrapped two sticks of dried meat for each of them. “We will move again before dawn. But for now, rest.”

Mathias obliged with little interjection, his eyes on the horizon. He ate his food quietly and mapped the stars glittering above. “I don’t know why he did it. Yusuf. He was always well respected. He was Father’s friend.”

He chewed on the jerky, his eyes thoughftul before lowering to the ground. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “And yet he betrayed my family.” Anger bubbled in him, fueled in hatred and confusion.

Coda turned and watched him, her eyes, glittering in the firelight with an untold emotion. Her fur was a milky glow in the moonlight, contrasted by the stripes wound about her arms and eyes. The huntress tore at her jerky, eating it piece by piece while he spoke. “I do not know the answers you seek. I also do not know your enemies motives. But do not let your anger rule your actions. Your instincts will guide you, if you let them. Keep hope with you, young prince.”

He was sullen, and said no more of it. The moon climbed the skies and he laid to rest.

The night was quiet, and Coda was mulling everything he’d said. She’d thought of their travels so far, of everything he’d done to get just this far. She looked to him, curled on the ground.

For a moment, a chill ran over her shoulders. She shifted, turning to sniff the air.

The wind had stopped.

Silence engulfed them, and it felt wrong. Her eyes traversed the terrain, scanning the underbrush around them warily.

Her hand rested on Mathias’s shoulder, jerking him roughly and lowering herself closer to the ground. “Wake up. Someone’s coming.” Her voice was harsh, eyes dilated as she tensed.

An arrow whizzed past her head, footsteps erupting from the brush. The tigress turned, bolting towards the figure. Her blades screeched as they were unsheathed, and she slashed in two long, deadly arcs, a darkened figure slumped to the ground. “Run, quickly!”

–

When she traversed to meet them, Coda was splattered in blood, her form slouched and tired. Raja was wounded along his side, though she’d had time to treat it since they’d been attacked. The lion watched the high elf’s steed with some interest, keeping his distance and minding his wound.

“He is injured, but not greatly. He could not ride here.” She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. “He is safe, for now. What news do you have?”

[mellomkeehl]

The female elf’s gaze sharpened on the feline as she spoke, though she soon lowered her hands when she noticed Mihael stand still speachless and moved slowly toward them.

She tried to stop him, but Mihael mounted Ilona with haste. “Where?” And once Coda had spoken he rushed off into the darkness to find Mathias.

“I apologise for him. I am his cousin, we shall leave pleasantries until later, yes? Or shall we let them be?” She was much like Mihael, yet much more calm than the other, she didn’t seem to have the sams emver flames of passion in her, yet a cool storm instead. “I am Ilona. I apologise for her.” She spoke of her mount who was instantly submissive to Raja and wanted nothing more than to play. “She is still young.”

-

Mihael found Mathias in an old abandoned farm house off the road, he tied Ilona up outside and kicked down the locked door, rushing in to find a rather startled elf and held him instantly. He cracked, though tried not to hold him too tight. “Where are you injured? You said you’d stay safe!” His tone was harsh, but it was more upset than anger. He pulled away slightly to look the other in the eyes and kissed him with passion, it had been far too long.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had no more than spoken and he’d rushed iff, and she growled in frustration. “With royals hunting him, no, we should not. He’s acting recklessly.”

Ahe took after the blond; supposibg the news from his father would wait until he was thinking rationally. She urged Raja faster, the lion breaking into a run after Mihael.

-

When the barn door was kicked in, Mathias, who’d been resting on the floor, leapt to action. The bay leaves wrapped around his torso loosened, and he held a blade at the ready.

When the blond ran up to him, he froze - he’d nearly stabbed him - and the elf was clutching him, and he grunted. He pushed Mihael to arm’s length, a lick of pain climbing his stomach. “You scared the life out of me, Mihi. What are you here? Bring Ilona in, close that door. It isn’t safe for you. Where’s Coda?” He set his sword to the ground, slouching back against the wall.

[mellomkeehl]

“Shut up!” Mihael was furious, his temper was done with all this, he was done with people telling him how to handle himself, despite him knowing they were right. “Just shut up…” his voice cracked as he fell to the floor and reached out for Mathias’ hand, thumbing the back of it gently as he slumped his head in defeat.

-

They raced toward an old farm house and Liliana followed behind Coda closey, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once they arrived she hopped off her mount and nodded to Coda. “I will keep watch, please if he is too much do not feel the need to hold back. Mihael is a handful.” She gave her a quick warning, untying Ilona in case they had to flee quickly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias grabbed a hold of the elf, lifting his head to meet his eyes. The shock had subsided and he looked at the blond - he looked well fed, washed. Good. He pulled him closer and kissed him, slowly, gently, easing the anger in him. “Hey, hey..I’m happy to see you, but if the royals catch us here, I can’t..You just have to be careful, yeah?” He simply held the blond, his fingers petting over his hair.

Coda entered, finding them on the floor in the room she’d left him in. She stood back, giving them their space, though she checked every other room of the house. She’d worked too hard to be caught. Finally, she stepped closer to them, keeping the anger subtle in her tone. “Mihael. What news from your father?”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel coughed softly and nodded, trying to clear the awkward air somehow. “Yes. Sorry.” He moved away from the other and stood, before helping him up slowly and inspecting his wound. “What happened? We need to bring you back to my father.” He kissed his lips softly and held him close to support him and turned to Coda with a nod.

“We must go back to the castle. All of you. You are welcome to come. You will be safe. He wishes to hear your case.” He held his breathe, afraid that Coda would disagree or think it to be too dangerous.

The other blonde popped her head in the door quietly. “We should leave. Now. I just saw a cavalry out travelling the opposite direction. It’ll buy us more time. Make haste.” She mounted her tiger and waited for them outside.

[thebrittbrat]

The Khajiit looked between the elves, her eyes meeting with Mathias’s.

“We were ambushed in the night.” The redhead spoke, standing well enough with Mihael’s help. He didn’t limp too heavily, but he could feel flames of pain licking at his belly as he moved.

Coda had mounted Mathias with her, holding the reigns around him. She looked out upon the moorish landscape, upon the trail the royals had been on. “We will stay close to the trees where we can.” She pet Raja’s neck, who moved silently in the tall grass. “Let’s go.” Following behind Ilona, they traversed the terrain quickly. The stars glittered in the black of night, and before dawn they were approaching the castle, with Raja falling behind the two high elves.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael kept quiet for the journey, his stomach was twisting and he felt as though he was going to throw up as they approached his home.

He dismounted and gave Ilona to one of the guards, along as his cousin did with her mount, she then gestured for Coda to do the same and Mihael moved to help Mathias stand.

It was still dark, thankfully, and no one had seen them enter through the back of the castle, meaning Mathias would be safe here for at least a while.

"Before anything, you are to see a doctor and rest." He made sure Coda was following them and helped Mathias into the castle, lifting him up onto the doctors bed as they waited. "You'll be okay, just don't lie. Please. Tell him the truth, everything." He kissed his forehead as the doctor entered and stayed by his side silently, holding his hand.

Liliana smiled to Coda and stepped toward the dining area. "Would you like to have something to eat or me to show you to your room?" She gestured with a soft smile. "Mihael will take care of Mathias. He is safe here. We have our men on guard so you can be at ease for the time being. No one knows he is here."

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael listened and closed his eyes at the others touch, just enjoying the attention, humming here in response when the other spoke.

Mihael was about to respond, yet all of a sudden the blond jumped when Mathias whispered causing him to almost fall ofd the edge of the bed. “You shit!” He grabbed the pillow and smacked him across the head with it in laughter, then pausing as he noticed his hair was finished and took it between his fingers with a smile. “It looks great.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias laughed as the other fell, trying to grab him and keep him from teetering off. “You dork.” He moved tp sit next to him and gave it a once over. “Thanks.”

Not long after and they were chatting, Coda Deta entered with her skeleton key, pulling her hood off as she did. She looked up at thw two laughing together, and the tenseness in her shoulders eased. She smiled a little, easing on to the bed adjacent to them. “I like your hair.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was so into the conversation, he hadnt even noticed her walk in until she commented on his hair. “Thank you, surprisnfly he did a good job.” A smirk followed by a wink was thrown to Mathias, before he lay back against the headbard, his attention now on Coda.

“What adventures have you had then? I am curious as to what it is you even get up to.” She was a rather mysterious figure, but Mihael really did like her and he was going to have to trust her to take care of Mathias while he was gone.

[thebrittbrat]

He earned a light smack from Mathias, who scoffed and lay on his stomach casually.

The Khajiit shrugged. “Just business. Trading, weapons dealing.” She turned her head to Mathias. “I’ve seen quite a beautiful mare for sale. She looks suitable for you. She’s old, sired a few good colts.”

Mathias shook his head. “No, I want a young horse. Green, even.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael shoved him back with his foot and smirked, before listening to Coda and nodding, listening as the two spoke.

“You want a foal?” Mihael spoke softly out of interest, chiming into the conversation despite the fact that he was already tired from earliers travelling and swimming adventure.

“Sounds like a good idea, I got Ilona when she was a foal, her mother was my fathers mare.” He spoke in encouragement of the idea.

[thebrittbrat]

The redheaded wood elf nodded, resting his head on his arms. “Want to train it myself. It’s better that way, having a bond with your horse.” He chuckled, and added, “or lion.” He yawned, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

Coda noticed how tired they both were, and her tail swayed back and forth lazily as she reclined on her bed. She made no offer to share, either. “Raja is the best, of that there is no question. He hunts, he’s stealthy, he’s well trained and loyal.” She grinned, her fangs glinting in the candlelight. “So long as I feed him.”

[mellomkeehl]

“Don’t be bringing him neae me when he’s hungry.” He laughed softly and rubbed at his eyes, before he moved to grab Mathias’ arm and tug him up next to him. “Let’s get in bed.” Clearly Coda was having her own bed and Mihael was tired.

“Let’s get some rest. Coda, I have some things to talk with you of alone tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps?” He slid to the edge of the bed to change into some linen pants and slipped under the covers, waiting for Mathias to join him. “This one won’t be up early anyway.” He nodded to the coppery haired elf and rolled his eyes tiredly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias obliged and curled up with the other comfortably - it wasn’t like he minded it at all. He was asleep within minutes.

Coda purred an agreement and settled down herself, her eyes closing only long after the other two were asleep.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael turned over and held Mathias from behind, nose buried in his neck and he fell aslewp with much more ease than he had in a long time.

Though waking wasn’t as peaceful, it seemed the other was a blanket hog along with taking up all the bed. He smiled down at the elf who was snoring lightly and brushed his hair from his face, kissing his forehead, before he got up and ready for the day.

Coda was already downstairs waiting for him and Mihael joined her at the table. “Good morning.” He got confortable in his seat before he began to speak. “So… I am going to leave today to speak with my father. I have agreed to meet with Math- him… A few towns over. Will you keep an eye on him in the meantime? I promise, I will not waste time and will make haste on my journey.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias slept comfortably through the jight, well into the morning. He felt Mihael next to him, his arms around his waist, and dreamt of his voice in his ear, whispering a story. The dream was outlandish, and unreal, and he awoke dazed. He had a problem he’d need to take care of immediately; recalling bits of his dream, he felt guilt, for no thoughts so vulgar would be acted upon in daylight. He was glad to be alone, at least for a time.

Meanwhile Coda was feasting on what appeared to be a severely undercooked slab of steak; not only as breakfast, but quite raw in the middle. She chewed as she listened to the blond, her mind reflecting on the solstice approaching.

Crossing the sea to Tamriel could become far more dangerous, as beasts stirred. They’d have to reroute.

“I understand. Do not confuse my quietness for anger, blond one.” She paused to swallow. “If it can be resolved peacefully then there will be no need to flee. I pray for your safe passage and swift return.” Then, she pulled a scroll from her waistband, laying out the map. “If you are asked, you must say you’d seen us in Whiterun last. It is the last known place by the royals. Anything closer will hint our enemies of our directions.” She paused; considering telling him to lie. Though she doubted his merit for the art. “Send no ravens. We will set a place to meet. As for the time..” pausinng, she mulled their options. Though she’d never spoken so much since they’d met, her intelligence had sprung to life, suddenly; she seemed an expert at evasion, coordination, and geography. As one should be in her profession.

“If you can meet us on the new moon, we shall be there. If not, every third night we will arrive by mid-night.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel nodded along with her words, she was wiser than any old owl or dare he say even the great monks who taught him when he was younger. “Of course. Thank you. I will do my best.” Mihael reached over the table to hold her paw, squeezing it gently. “Thank you; again.” He nodded and stood, tucking in his chair. “I must go say my farewells. Please be safe, all of you.”

Once up in their room, Mihael appraoched Mathias who had clearly just awoken. He sat beside him on the bed and held him tightly to his chest. “Coda and I have made plans. Please, please, be safe. Lay low and stay close to her. If you need me then you can wait for me back in whiterun with Coda. I have a friend there, the Jarl, he will keep you safe.”

Mihael pulled back to kiss him softly, enjoying the moment as much as he could while it lasted, he would have to leave soon so he would arrive home come noon.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias sat up as he entered, the sleep melting from him at Mihael’s heavied words. He embraced him just as tightly, and with fingers intertwining, he kissed him back, his other hand cupping his cheek gingerly. “Be safe, Mihael.”

He watched him go and felt strange, like his chest had been emptied out and hollowed. He found Coda soon, and they’d set about a course of travel. Staying in one place too long meant getting caught, and Mathias watched the town disappear into the distance with a weighted heart. He felt vulnerable.

During their ride Coda spoke to break the silence. “You must stay vigilant. It will not be long before you see each other again. Think not of the time passing but what you can do for yourself as you wait.”

Mathias heeded her words, not for the first time awed by her wisdom. “You are a blessing, Coda.”

[mellomkeehl]

The journey home wasnt as long as he intended, but Ilona was worn out from only having one break along the way, he felt as though he had a purpose now and for sone reason his chest still ached with longing to see Mathias. Was this normal?

Ilona was set to rest in the stables and Mihael swallowed thickly as he prepared to speak with his father.

“Mihael…. I find these words much too far fetched to be true, you do understand this?” There was an uncomfortable silence and Mihael bowed his head, he had just explained the situation to his father and it already wasn’t sounding good.

“I promise. He is not guilty. I would not lie to my father. We know him. You know him.” Mihael lifted his head and suddenly his father placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bring him to me. With his friend. Tell no one and arrive late. Come straight to me and stick to backroads. Lilliana shall travel with you.”

Mihael agreed and as soon as their conversation was over he rested for the night.

-

When the morn came, he arose early and met Lilliana at the stables, she was a beautiful high elf, blonde hair much like himself and the same eyes, she was his cousin, but an amazing mage he would be safe with her for certain.

-

Almost a week had passed and Mihael had already missed one meeting with them, so he waited three days longer, before finally waitinf at the agreed place. A river on the outskirts of a small town, he sat up against a tree whilst his cousin wondered about the lake with her mount, a stunning white tiger, they were both beautiful in the moonlight.

Though soon enough he snapped his head around and dropped his book he’d been reading, turning to see Coda but not Mathias. “Where is he?” Panick set in instantly and his stomach dropped. “Coda?” He ran to her with haste.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had noticed the change almost before it happened. They’d bonded, and it was something beautiful. She could feel Mathias’s sense of misdirection; he’d become distracted, that could become dangerous. She’d stopped Raja and they’d found an alcove to rest for the night.

She pushed a wooden bowl into his chest. The crickets chirped and the fire was smoldering, hidden in a dug pit.

“Eat.” When he took it she moved to shuffle through a bag, pulling out a paper parcel. She unwrapped two sticks of dried meat for each of them. “We will move again before dawn. But for now, rest.”

Mathias obliged with little interjection, his eyes on the horizon. He ate his food quietly and mapped the stars glittering above. “I don’t know why he did it. Yusuf. He was always well respected. He was Father’s friend.”

He chewed on the jerky, his eyes thoughftul before lowering to the ground. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “And yet he betrayed my family.” Anger bubbled in him, fueled in hatred and confusion.

Coda turned and watched him, her eyes, glittering in the firelight with an untold emotion. Her fur was a milky glow in the moonlight, contrasted by the stripes wound about her arms and eyes. The huntress tore at her jerky, eating it piece by piece while he spoke. “I do not know the answers you seek. I also do not know your enemies motives. But do not let your anger rule your actions. Your instincts will guide you, if you let them. Keep hope with you, young prince.”

He was sullen, and said no more of it. The moon climbed the skies and he laid to rest.

The night was quiet, and Coda was mulling everything he’d said. She’d thought of their travels so far, of everything he’d done to get just this far. She looked to him, curled on the ground.

For a moment, a chill ran over her shoulders. She shifted, turning to sniff the air.

The wind had stopped.

Silence engulfed them, and it felt wrong. Her eyes traversed the terrain, scanning the underbrush around them warily.

Her hand rested on Mathias’s shoulder, jerking him roughly and lowering herself closer to the ground. “Wake up. Someone’s coming.” Her voice was harsh, eyes dilated as she tensed.

An arrow whizzed past her head, footsteps erupting from the brush. The tigress turned, bolting towards the figure. Her blades screeched as they were unsheathed, and she slashed in two long, deadly arcs, a darkened figure slumped to the ground. “Run, quickly!”

–

When she traversed to meet them, Coda was splattered in blood, her form slouched and tired. Raja was wounded along his side, though she’d had time to treat it since they’d been attacked. The lion watched the high elf’s steed with some interest, keeping his distance and minding his wound.

“He is injured, but not greatly. He could not ride here.” She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. “He is safe, for now. What news do you have?”

[mellomkeehl]

The female elf’s gaze sharpened on the feline as she spoke, though she soon lowered her hands when she noticed Mihael stand still speachless and moved slowly toward them.

She tried to stop him, but Mihael mounted Ilona with haste. “Where?” And once Coda had spoken he rushed off into the darkness to find Mathias.

“I apologise for him. I am his cousin, we shall leave pleasantries until later, yes? Or shall we let them be?” She was much like Mihael, yet much more calm than the other, she didn’t seem to have the sams emver flames of passion in her, yet a cool storm instead. “I am Ilona. I apologise for her.” She spoke of her mount who was instantly submissive to Raja and wanted nothing more than to play. “She is still young.”

-

Mihael found Mathias in an old abandoned farm house off the road, he tied Ilona up outside and kicked down the locked door, rushing in to find a rather startled elf and held him instantly. He cracked, though tried not to hold him too tight. “Where are you injured? You said you’d stay safe!” His tone was harsh, but it was more upset than anger. He pulled away slightly to look the other in the eyes and kissed him with passion, it had been far too long.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had no more than spoken and he’d rushed iff, and she growled in frustration. “With royals hunting him, no, we should not. He’s acting recklessly.”

Ahe took after the blond; supposibg the news from his father would wait until he was thinking rationally. She urged Raja faster, the lion breaking into a run after Mihael.

-

When the barn door was kicked in, Mathias, who’d been resting on the floor, leapt to action. The bay leaves wrapped around his torso loosened, and he held a blade at the ready.

When the blond ran up to him, he froze - he’d nearly stabbed him - and the elf was clutching him, and he grunted. He pushed Mihael to arm’s length, a lick of pain climbing his stomach. “You scared the life out of me, Mihi. What are you here? Bring Ilona in, close that door. It isn’t safe for you. Where’s Coda?” He set his sword to the ground, slouching back against the wall.

[mellomkeehl]

“Shut up!” Mihael was furious, his temper was done with all this, he was done with people telling him how to handle himself, despite him knowing they were right. “Just shut up…” his voice cracked as he fell to the floor and reached out for Mathias’ hand, thumbing the back of it gently as he slumped his head in defeat.

-

They raced toward an old farm house and Liliana followed behind Coda closey, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once they arrived she hopped off her mount and nodded to Coda. “I will keep watch, please if he is too much do not feel the need to hold back. Mihael is a handful.” She gave her a quick warning, untying Ilona in case they had to flee quickly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias grabbed a hold of the elf, lifting his head to meet his eyes. The shock had subsided and he looked at the blond - he looked well fed, washed. Good. He pulled him closer and kissed him, slowly, gently, easing the anger in him. “Hey, hey..I’m happy to see you, but if the royals catch us here, I can’t..You just have to be careful, yeah?” He simply held the blond, his fingers petting over his hair.

Coda entered, finding them on the floor in the room she’d left him in. She stood back, giving them their space, though she checked every other room of the house. She’d worked too hard to be caught. Finally, she stepped closer to them, keeping the anger subtle in her tone. “Mihael. What news from your father?”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel coughed softly and nodded, trying to clear the awkward air somehow. "Yes. Sorry." He moved away from the other and stood, before helping him up slowly and inspecting his wound. "What happened? We need to bring you back to my father." He kissed his lips softly and held him close to support him and turned to Coda with a nod.

"We must go back to the castle. All of you. You are welcome to come. You will be safe. He wishes to hear your case." He held his breathe, afraid that Coda would disagree or think it to be too dangerous.

The other blonde popped her head in the door quietly. "We should leave. Now. I just saw a cavalry out travelling the opposite direction. It'll buy us more time. Make haste." She mounted her tiger and waited for them outside.

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael listened and closed his eyes at the others touch, just enjoying the attention, humming here in response when the other spoke.

Mihael was about to respond, yet all of a sudden the blond jumped when Mathias whispered causing him to almost fall ofd the edge of the bed. “You shit!” He grabbed the pillow and smacked him across the head with it in laughter, then pausing as he noticed his hair was finished and took it between his fingers with a smile. “It looks great.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias laughed as the other fell, trying to grab him and keep him from teetering off. “You dork.” He moved tp sit next to him and gave it a once over. “Thanks.”

Not long after and they were chatting, Coda Deta entered with her skeleton key, pulling her hood off as she did. She looked up at thw two laughing together, and the tenseness in her shoulders eased. She smiled a little, easing on to the bed adjacent to them. “I like your hair.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was so into the conversation, he hadnt even noticed her walk in until she commented on his hair. “Thank you, surprisnfly he did a good job.” A smirk followed by a wink was thrown to Mathias, before he lay back against the headbard, his attention now on Coda.

“What adventures have you had then? I am curious as to what it is you even get up to.” She was a rather mysterious figure, but Mihael really did like her and he was going to have to trust her to take care of Mathias while he was gone.

[thebrittbrat]

He earned a light smack from Mathias, who scoffed and lay on his stomach casually.

The Khajiit shrugged. “Just business. Trading, weapons dealing.” She turned her head to Mathias. “I’ve seen quite a beautiful mare for sale. She looks suitable for you. She’s old, sired a few good colts.”

Mathias shook his head. “No, I want a young horse. Green, even.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael shoved him back with his foot and smirked, before listening to Coda and nodding, listening as the two spoke.

“You want a foal?” Mihael spoke softly out of interest, chiming into the conversation despite the fact that he was already tired from earliers travelling and swimming adventure.

“Sounds like a good idea, I got Ilona when she was a foal, her mother was my fathers mare.” He spoke in encouragement of the idea.

[thebrittbrat]

The redheaded wood elf nodded, resting his head on his arms. “Want to train it myself. It’s better that way, having a bond with your horse.” He chuckled, and added, “or lion.” He yawned, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

Coda noticed how tired they both were, and her tail swayed back and forth lazily as she reclined on her bed. She made no offer to share, either. “Raja is the best, of that there is no question. He hunts, he’s stealthy, he’s well trained and loyal.” She grinned, her fangs glinting in the candlelight. “So long as I feed him.”

[mellomkeehl]

“Don’t be bringing him neae me when he’s hungry.” He laughed softly and rubbed at his eyes, before he moved to grab Mathias’ arm and tug him up next to him. “Let’s get in bed.” Clearly Coda was having her own bed and Mihael was tired.

“Let’s get some rest. Coda, I have some things to talk with you of alone tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps?” He slid to the edge of the bed to change into some linen pants and slipped under the covers, waiting for Mathias to join him. “This one won’t be up early anyway.” He nodded to the coppery haired elf and rolled his eyes tiredly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias obliged and curled up with the other comfortably - it wasn’t like he minded it at all. He was asleep within minutes.

Coda purred an agreement and settled down herself, her eyes closing only long after the other two were asleep.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael turned over and held Mathias from behind, nose buried in his neck and he fell aslewp with much more ease than he had in a long time.

Though waking wasn’t as peaceful, it seemed the other was a blanket hog along with taking up all the bed. He smiled down at the elf who was snoring lightly and brushed his hair from his face, kissing his forehead, before he got up and ready for the day.

Coda was already downstairs waiting for him and Mihael joined her at the table. “Good morning.” He got confortable in his seat before he began to speak. “So… I am going to leave today to speak with my father. I have agreed to meet with Math- him… A few towns over. Will you keep an eye on him in the meantime? I promise, I will not waste time and will make haste on my journey.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias slept comfortably through the jight, well into the morning. He felt Mihael next to him, his arms around his waist, and dreamt of his voice in his ear, whispering a story. The dream was outlandish, and unreal, and he awoke dazed. He had a problem he’d need to take care of immediately; recalling bits of his dream, he felt guilt, for no thoughts so vulgar would be acted upon in daylight. He was glad to be alone, at least for a time.

Meanwhile Coda was feasting on what appeared to be a severely undercooked slab of steak; not only as breakfast, but quite raw in the middle. She chewed as she listened to the blond, her mind reflecting on the solstice approaching.

Crossing the sea to Tamriel could become far more dangerous, as beasts stirred. They’d have to reroute.

“I understand. Do not confuse my quietness for anger, blond one.” She paused to swallow. “If it can be resolved peacefully then there will be no need to flee. I pray for your safe passage and swift return.” Then, she pulled a scroll from her waistband, laying out the map. “If you are asked, you must say you’d seen us in Whiterun last. It is the last known place by the royals. Anything closer will hint our enemies of our directions.” She paused; considering telling him to lie. Though she doubted his merit for the art. “Send no ravens. We will set a place to meet. As for the time..” pausinng, she mulled their options. Though she’d never spoken so much since they’d met, her intelligence had sprung to life, suddenly; she seemed an expert at evasion, coordination, and geography. As one should be in her profession.

“If you can meet us on the new moon, we shall be there. If not, every third night we will arrive by mid-night.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel nodded along with her words, she was wiser than any old owl or dare he say even the great monks who taught him when he was younger. “Of course. Thank you. I will do my best.” Mihael reached over the table to hold her paw, squeezing it gently. “Thank you; again.” He nodded and stood, tucking in his chair. “I must go say my farewells. Please be safe, all of you.”

Once up in their room, Mihael appraoched Mathias who had clearly just awoken. He sat beside him on the bed and held him tightly to his chest. “Coda and I have made plans. Please, please, be safe. Lay low and stay close to her. If you need me then you can wait for me back in whiterun with Coda. I have a friend there, the Jarl, he will keep you safe.”

Mihael pulled back to kiss him softly, enjoying the moment as much as he could while it lasted, he would have to leave soon so he would arrive home come noon.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias sat up as he entered, the sleep melting from him at Mihael’s heavied words. He embraced him just as tightly, and with fingers intertwining, he kissed him back, his other hand cupping his cheek gingerly. “Be safe, Mihael.”

He watched him go and felt strange, like his chest had been emptied out and hollowed. He found Coda soon, and they’d set about a course of travel. Staying in one place too long meant getting caught, and Mathias watched the town disappear into the distance with a weighted heart. He felt vulnerable.

During their ride Coda spoke to break the silence. “You must stay vigilant. It will not be long before you see each other again. Think not of the time passing but what you can do for yourself as you wait.”

Mathias heeded her words, not for the first time awed by her wisdom. “You are a blessing, Coda.”

[mellomkeehl]

The journey home wasnt as long as he intended, but Ilona was worn out from only having one break along the way, he felt as though he had a purpose now and for sone reason his chest still ached with longing to see Mathias. Was this normal?

Ilona was set to rest in the stables and Mihael swallowed thickly as he prepared to speak with his father.

“Mihael…. I find these words much too far fetched to be true, you do understand this?” There was an uncomfortable silence and Mihael bowed his head, he had just explained the situation to his father and it already wasn’t sounding good.

“I promise. He is not guilty. I would not lie to my father. We know him. You know him.” Mihael lifted his head and suddenly his father placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bring him to me. With his friend. Tell no one and arrive late. Come straight to me and stick to backroads. Lilliana shall travel with you.”

Mihael agreed and as soon as their conversation was over he rested for the night.

-

When the morn came, he arose early and met Lilliana at the stables, she was a beautiful high elf, blonde hair much like himself and the same eyes, she was his cousin, but an amazing mage he would be safe with her for certain.

-

Almost a week had passed and Mihael had already missed one meeting with them, so he waited three days longer, before finally waitinf at the agreed place. A river on the outskirts of a small town, he sat up against a tree whilst his cousin wondered about the lake with her mount, a stunning white tiger, they were both beautiful in the moonlight.

Though soon enough he snapped his head around and dropped his book he’d been reading, turning to see Coda but not Mathias. “Where is he?” Panick set in instantly and his stomach dropped. “Coda?” He ran to her with haste.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had noticed the change almost before it happened. They’d bonded, and it was something beautiful. She could feel Mathias’s sense of misdirection; he’d become distracted, that could become dangerous. She’d stopped Raja and they’d found an alcove to rest for the night.

She pushed a wooden bowl into his chest. The crickets chirped and the fire was smoldering, hidden in a dug pit.

“Eat.” When he took it she moved to shuffle through a bag, pulling out a paper parcel. She unwrapped two sticks of dried meat for each of them. “We will move again before dawn. But for now, rest.”

Mathias obliged with little interjection, his eyes on the horizon. He ate his food quietly and mapped the stars glittering above. “I don’t know why he did it. Yusuf. He was always well respected. He was Father’s friend.”

He chewed on the jerky, his eyes thoughftul before lowering to the ground. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “And yet he betrayed my family.” Anger bubbled in him, fueled in hatred and confusion.

Coda turned and watched him, her eyes, glittering in the firelight with an untold emotion. Her fur was a milky glow in the moonlight, contrasted by the stripes wound about her arms and eyes. The huntress tore at her jerky, eating it piece by piece while he spoke. “I do not know the answers you seek. I also do not know your enemies motives. But do not let your anger rule your actions. Your instincts will guide you, if you let them. Keep hope with you, young prince.”

He was sullen, and said no more of it. The moon climbed the skies and he laid to rest.

The night was quiet, and Coda was mulling everything he’d said. She’d thought of their travels so far, of everything he’d done to get just this far. She looked to him, curled on the ground.

For a moment, a chill ran over her shoulders. She shifted, turning to sniff the air.

The wind had stopped.

Silence engulfed them, and it felt wrong. Her eyes traversed the terrain, scanning the underbrush around them warily.

Her hand rested on Mathias’s shoulder, jerking him roughly and lowering herself closer to the ground. “Wake up. Someone’s coming.” Her voice was harsh, eyes dilated as she tensed.

An arrow whizzed past her head, footsteps erupting from the brush. The tigress turned, bolting towards the figure. Her blades screeched as they were unsheathed, and she slashed in two long, deadly arcs, a darkened figure slumped to the ground. “Run, quickly!”

–

When she traversed to meet them, Coda was splattered in blood, her form slouched and tired. Raja was wounded along his side, though she’d had time to treat it since they’d been attacked. The lion watched the high elf’s steed with some interest, keeping his distance and minding his wound.

“He is injured, but not greatly. He could not ride here.” She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. “He is safe, for now. What news do you have?”

[mellomkeehl]

The female elf’s gaze sharpened on the feline as she spoke, though she soon lowered her hands when she noticed Mihael stand still speachless and moved slowly toward them.

She tried to stop him, but Mihael mounted Ilona with haste. “Where?” And once Coda had spoken he rushed off into the darkness to find Mathias.

“I apologise for him. I am his cousin, we shall leave pleasantries until later, yes? Or shall we let them be?” She was much like Mihael, yet much more calm than the other, she didn’t seem to have the sams emver flames of passion in her, yet a cool storm instead. “I am Ilona. I apologise for her.” She spoke of her mount who was instantly submissive to Raja and wanted nothing more than to play. “She is still young.”

-

Mihael found Mathias in an old abandoned farm house off the road, he tied Ilona up outside and kicked down the locked door, rushing in to find a rather startled elf and held him instantly. He cracked, though tried not to hold him too tight. “Where are you injured? You said you’d stay safe!” His tone was harsh, but it was more upset than anger. He pulled away slightly to look the other in the eyes and kissed him with passion, it had been far too long.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had no more than spoken and he’d rushed iff, and she growled in frustration. “With royals hunting him, no, we should not. He’s acting recklessly.”

Ahe took after the blond; supposibg the news from his father would wait until he was thinking rationally. She urged Raja faster, the lion breaking into a run after Mihael.

-

When the barn door was kicked in, Mathias, who’d been resting on the floor, leapt to action. The bay leaves wrapped around his torso loosened, and he held a blade at the ready.

When the blond ran up to him, he froze - he’d nearly stabbed him - and the elf was clutching him, and he grunted. He pushed Mihael to arm’s length, a lick of pain climbing his stomach. “You scared the life out of me, Mihi. What are you here? Bring Ilona in, close that door. It isn’t safe for you. Where’s Coda?” He set his sword to the ground, slouching back against the wall.

[mellomkeehl]

"Shut up!" Mihael was furious, his temper was done with all this, he was done with people telling him how to handle himself, despite him knowing they were right. "Just shut up..." his voice cracked as he fell to the floor and reached out for Mathias' hand, thumbing the back of it gently as he slumped his head in defeat.

-

They raced toward an old farm house and Liliana followed behind Coda closey, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once they arrived she hopped off her mount and nodded to Coda. "I will keep watch, please if he is too much do not feel the need to hold back. Mihael is a handful." She gave her a quick warning, untying Ilona in case they had to flee quickly.

[mellomkeehl]

The Bannered Mare

It wasn’t often he visited Whiterun, the atmosphere wasn’t all too welcoming to his kind, though he didn’t see the issue. Mihael was from a pure bloodline of high elves, to him they were nothing but envious.

Daring to ignore the glances cutting into his back, he coughed a tad too loud and took his flask in his hand. He had errands to run, he was simpky here on business and then he would be back on his way home to Winterhold.

The Jarl was supposedly out of town and Mihael was a tad early for their meeting, so he was supposedly to meet the Thane. Whoever it was, he wasnt appreciating all the waiting, not to mention the many a women approaching him. It was really starting to irk the elf and so he chose to settle in the corner of the tavern.

“The Bannered Mare…”

It wasn’t more than a whisper to himself as he pondered the meaning of the name, before one of the locals was chewing his ear off. At least this would help pass the time, surely?

@thebrittybratt

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael listened and closed his eyes at the others touch, just enjoying the attention, humming here in response when the other spoke.

Mihael was about to respond, yet all of a sudden the blond jumped when Mathias whispered causing him to almost fall ofd the edge of the bed. “You shit!” He grabbed the pillow and smacked him across the head with it in laughter, then pausing as he noticed his hair was finished and took it between his fingers with a smile. “It looks great.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias laughed as the other fell, trying to grab him and keep him from teetering off. “You dork.” He moved tp sit next to him and gave it a once over. “Thanks.”

Not long after and they were chatting, Coda Deta entered with her skeleton key, pulling her hood off as she did. She looked up at thw two laughing together, and the tenseness in her shoulders eased. She smiled a little, easing on to the bed adjacent to them. “I like your hair.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael was so into the conversation, he hadnt even noticed her walk in until she commented on his hair. “Thank you, surprisnfly he did a good job.” A smirk followed by a wink was thrown to Mathias, before he lay back against the headbard, his attention now on Coda.

“What adventures have you had then? I am curious as to what it is you even get up to.” She was a rather mysterious figure, but Mihael really did like her and he was going to have to trust her to take care of Mathias while he was gone.

[thebrittbrat]

He earned a light smack from Mathias, who scoffed and lay on his stomach casually.

The Khajiit shrugged. “Just business. Trading, weapons dealing.” She turned her head to Mathias. “I’ve seen quite a beautiful mare for sale. She looks suitable for you. She’s old, sired a few good colts.”

Mathias shook his head. “No, I want a young horse. Green, even.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael shoved him back with his foot and smirked, before listening to Coda and nodding, listening as the two spoke.

“You want a foal?” Mihael spoke softly out of interest, chiming into the conversation despite the fact that he was already tired from earliers travelling and swimming adventure.

“Sounds like a good idea, I got Ilona when she was a foal, her mother was my fathers mare.” He spoke in encouragement of the idea.

[thebrittbrat]

The redheaded wood elf nodded, resting his head on his arms. “Want to train it myself. It’s better that way, having a bond with your horse.” He chuckled, and added, “or lion.” He yawned, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

Coda noticed how tired they both were, and her tail swayed back and forth lazily as she reclined on her bed. She made no offer to share, either. “Raja is the best, of that there is no question. He hunts, he’s stealthy, he’s well trained and loyal.” She grinned, her fangs glinting in the candlelight. “So long as I feed him.”

[mellomkeehl]

“Don’t be bringing him neae me when he’s hungry.” He laughed softly and rubbed at his eyes, before he moved to grab Mathias’ arm and tug him up next to him. “Let’s get in bed.” Clearly Coda was having her own bed and Mihael was tired.

“Let’s get some rest. Coda, I have some things to talk with you of alone tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps?” He slid to the edge of the bed to change into some linen pants and slipped under the covers, waiting for Mathias to join him. “This one won’t be up early anyway.” He nodded to the coppery haired elf and rolled his eyes tiredly.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias obliged and curled up with the other comfortably - it wasn’t like he minded it at all. He was asleep within minutes.

Coda purred an agreement and settled down herself, her eyes closing only long after the other two were asleep.

[mellomkeehl]

Mihael turned over and held Mathias from behind, nose buried in his neck and he fell aslewp with much more ease than he had in a long time.

Though waking wasn’t as peaceful, it seemed the other was a blanket hog along with taking up all the bed. He smiled down at the elf who was snoring lightly and brushed his hair from his face, kissing his forehead, before he got up and ready for the day.

Coda was already downstairs waiting for him and Mihael joined her at the table. “Good morning.” He got confortable in his seat before he began to speak. “So… I am going to leave today to speak with my father. I have agreed to meet with Math- him… A few towns over. Will you keep an eye on him in the meantime? I promise, I will not waste time and will make haste on my journey.”

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias slept comfortably through the jight, well into the morning. He felt Mihael next to him, his arms around his waist, and dreamt of his voice in his ear, whispering a story. The dream was outlandish, and unreal, and he awoke dazed. He had a problem he’d need to take care of immediately; recalling bits of his dream, he felt guilt, for no thoughts so vulgar would be acted upon in daylight. He was glad to be alone, at least for a time.

Meanwhile Coda was feasting on what appeared to be a severely undercooked slab of steak; not only as breakfast, but quite raw in the middle. She chewed as she listened to the blond, her mind reflecting on the solstice approaching.

Crossing the sea to Tamriel could become far more dangerous, as beasts stirred. They’d have to reroute.

“I understand. Do not confuse my quietness for anger, blond one.” She paused to swallow. “If it can be resolved peacefully then there will be no need to flee. I pray for your safe passage and swift return.” Then, she pulled a scroll from her waistband, laying out the map. “If you are asked, you must say you’d seen us in Whiterun last. It is the last known place by the royals. Anything closer will hint our enemies of our directions.” She paused; considering telling him to lie. Though she doubted his merit for the art. “Send no ravens. We will set a place to meet. As for the time..” pausinng, she mulled their options. Though she’d never spoken so much since they’d met, her intelligence had sprung to life, suddenly; she seemed an expert at evasion, coordination, and geography. As one should be in her profession.

“If you can meet us on the new moon, we shall be there. If not, every third night we will arrive by mid-night.”

[mellomkeehl]

Mihsel nodded along with her words, she was wiser than any old owl or dare he say even the great monks who taught him when he was younger. “Of course. Thank you. I will do my best.” Mihael reached over the table to hold her paw, squeezing it gently. “Thank you; again.” He nodded and stood, tucking in his chair. “I must go say my farewells. Please be safe, all of you.”

Once up in their room, Mihael appraoched Mathias who had clearly just awoken. He sat beside him on the bed and held him tightly to his chest. “Coda and I have made plans. Please, please, be safe. Lay low and stay close to her. If you need me then you can wait for me back in whiterun with Coda. I have a friend there, the Jarl, he will keep you safe.”

Mihael pulled back to kiss him softly, enjoying the moment as much as he could while it lasted, he would have to leave soon so he would arrive home come noon.

[thebrittbrat]

Mathias sat up as he entered, the sleep melting from him at Mihael’s heavied words. He embraced him just as tightly, and with fingers intertwining, he kissed him back, his other hand cupping his cheek gingerly. “Be safe, Mihael.”

He watched him go and felt strange, like his chest had been emptied out and hollowed. He found Coda soon, and they’d set about a course of travel. Staying in one place too long meant getting caught, and Mathias watched the town disappear into the distance with a weighted heart. He felt vulnerable.

During their ride Coda spoke to break the silence. “You must stay vigilant. It will not be long before you see each other again. Think not of the time passing but what you can do for yourself as you wait.”

Mathias heeded her words, not for the first time awed by her wisdom. “You are a blessing, Coda.”

[mellomkeehl]

The journey home wasnt as long as he intended, but Ilona was worn out from only having one break along the way, he felt as though he had a purpose now and for sone reason his chest still ached with longing to see Mathias. Was this normal?

Ilona was set to rest in the stables and Mihael swallowed thickly as he prepared to speak with his father.

“Mihael…. I find these words much too far fetched to be true, you do understand this?” There was an uncomfortable silence and Mihael bowed his head, he had just explained the situation to his father and it already wasn’t sounding good.

“I promise. He is not guilty. I would not lie to my father. We know him. You know him.” Mihael lifted his head and suddenly his father placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bring him to me. With his friend. Tell no one and arrive late. Come straight to me and stick to backroads. Lilliana shall travel with you.”

Mihael agreed and as soon as their conversation was over he rested for the night.

-

When the morn came, he arose early and met Lilliana at the stables, she was a beautiful high elf, blonde hair much like himself and the same eyes, she was his cousin, but an amazing mage he would be safe with her for certain.

-

Almost a week had passed and Mihael had already missed one meeting with them, so he waited three days longer, before finally waitinf at the agreed place. A river on the outskirts of a small town, he sat up against a tree whilst his cousin wondered about the lake with her mount, a stunning white tiger, they were both beautiful in the moonlight.

Though soon enough he snapped his head around and dropped his book he’d been reading, turning to see Coda but not Mathias. “Where is he?” Panick set in instantly and his stomach dropped. “Coda?” He ran to her with haste.

[thebrittbrat]

Coda had noticed the change almost before it happened. They’d bonded, and it was something beautiful. She could feel Mathias’s sense of misdirection; he’d become distracted, that could become dangerous. She’d stopped Raja and they’d found an alcove to rest for the night.

She pushed a wooden bowl into his chest. The crickets chirped and the fire was smoldering, hidden in a dug pit.

“Eat.” When he took it she moved to shuffle through a bag, pulling out a paper parcel. She unwrapped two sticks of dried meat for each of them. “We will move again before dawn. But for now, rest.”

Mathias obliged with little interjection, his eyes on the horizon. He ate his food quietly and mapped the stars glittering above. “I don’t know why he did it. Yusuf. He was always well respected. He was Father’s friend.”

He chewed on the jerky, his eyes thoughftul before lowering to the ground. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. “And yet he betrayed my family.” Anger bubbled in him, fueled in hatred and confusion.

Coda turned and watched him, her eyes, glittering in the firelight with an untold emotion. Her fur was a milky glow in the moonlight, contrasted by the stripes wound about her arms and eyes. The huntress tore at her jerky, eating it piece by piece while he spoke. “I do not know the answers you seek. I also do not know your enemies motives. But do not let your anger rule your actions. Your instincts will guide you, if you let them. Keep hope with you, young prince.”

He was sullen, and said no more of it. The moon climbed the skies and he laid to rest.

The night was quiet, and Coda was mulling everything he’d said. She’d thought of their travels so far, of everything he’d done to get just this far. She looked to him, curled on the ground.

For a moment, a chill ran over her shoulders. She shifted, turning to sniff the air.

The wind had stopped.

Silence engulfed them, and it felt wrong. Her eyes traversed the terrain, scanning the underbrush around them warily.

Her hand rested on Mathias’s shoulder, jerking him roughly and lowering herself closer to the ground. “Wake up. Someone’s coming.” Her voice was harsh, eyes dilated as she tensed.

An arrow whizzed past her head, footsteps erupting from the brush. The tigress turned, bolting towards the figure. Her blades screeched as they were unsheathed, and she slashed in two long, deadly arcs, a darkened figure slumped to the ground. “Run, quickly!”

–

When she traversed to meet them, Coda was splattered in blood, her form slouched and tired. Raja was wounded along his side, though she’d had time to treat it since they’d been attacked. The lion watched the high elf’s steed with some interest, keeping his distance and minding his wound.

“He is injured, but not greatly. He could not ride here.” She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. “He is safe, for now. What news do you have?”

[mellomkeehl]

The female elf's gaze sharpened on the feline as she spoke, though she soon lowered her hands when she noticed Mihael stand still speachless and moved slowly toward them.

She tried to stop him, but Mihael mounted Ilona with haste. "Where?" And once Coda had spoken he rushed off into the darkness to find Mathias.

"I apologise for him. I am his cousin, we shall leave pleasantries until later, yes? Or shall we let them be?" She was much like Mihael, yet much more calm than the other, she didn't seem to have the sams emver flames of passion in her, yet a cool storm instead. "I am Ilona. I apologise for her." She spoke of her mount who was instantly submissive to Raja and wanted nothing more than to play. "She is still young."

-

Mihael found Mathias in an old abandoned farm house off the road, he tied Ilona up outside and kicked down the locked door, rushing in to find a rather startled elf and held him instantly. He cracked, though tried not to hold him too tight. "Where are you injured? You said you'd stay safe!" His tone was harsh, but it was more upset than anger. He pulled away slightly to look the other in the eyes and kissed him with passion, it had been far too long.