Things we lost to the fire

Felix Varro | 30 | Imperial Faceclaim: Jude Law Silas Varro | 34 | Imperial Faceclaim: Paul bettany Brande Varro | 37 | Imperial Faceclaim: Gwyneth Paltrow I track the Painlessburns tag

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Igor strode into the Temple and glanced around, brows furrowed slightly. He spotted the priest and made his way to him, offering the man a smile. "Afternoon," he said and leaned forward to give the Imperial a kiss on the cheek. "Keep up the good work, and all."

"How can I help you?" Felix asked before he turned around to face the approaching man. When he got a kiss on the cheek rather than an actual reply, he couldn’t help but blink at the Nord before he furrowed his brows.

He cleared his throat and swallowed before he bid the stranger good bye and safe travels.

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Mute attempted to clear his throat as he tapped the woman's shoulder. When she turned, he held up his journal, which read 'Excuse me, ma'am. I've been sent to give you a kiss, courtesy of the grey mages.' He offered her an apologetic smile and leaned forward, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Brande turned her head to look at whoever had tapped her shoulder, and furrowed her brows when she didn’t recognize him. She was about to ask who he was when he held up the journal, and she read what was written. The Imperial was about to protest, but stopped when she realized he was going for her cheek.

"Have a good day now," she said with a brief bow of her head.

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Tortulja hadn't been told the name of the man she was being sent to kiss, but she had been told where to find him. There was a tiny bit of anxiety balling up in her stomach, but otherwise she was still in a cheerful mood. She had even brought a sweet roll for whomever was about to receive her affection.

When she entered the Temple, she assumed the man she had been sent for was a priest. Perhaps they could teach her a bit of Restoration. That would be nice... maybe she'd ask.

She allowed the grey magic to lead her through the Temple and to the back rooms, where she gently knocked upon one of the doors. She waited patiently, a smile on her face, for the mystery person to open the door.

The smile and cheer would not last.

Silas.

It felt as if all of her internal organs had dropped to the floor and she had to put a hand on the table near the door to steady herself as she got somewhat light-headed. She felt ill, but was forced by grey magic to complete the task.

Her face turned dark and she forced a smile that didn't even try to reach her eyes.

"Grey mages," was all she said, but she made no movement. After a second, she leaned forward and barely brushed her lips against his.

Then she pulled away and punched him in the jaw as hard as she could before walking out of the Temple.

She needed a drink.

He had been expecting a priest, and he pushed the door open quickly, uttering a brief "What do you want now?" before he had the time to see that it was in fact not a priest who had knocked on the door.

"Tort... What a pleasant surprise," he greeted, a forced smile tugging on his lips. The look on her face was priceless, and he carefully eyed her over until she spoke. He shifted his weight, crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame with a shoulder, listening to her rather brief explanation.

He hadn't been expecting the kiss, and didn't act on it; didn't flinch, didn't blink and surely didn't lean into it. He hadn't been expecting the punch either, and he groaned in pain when her fist connected with his jaw.

Luckily, Felix had seen it coming when Tort walked towards the room, and stepped between Silas and his free line to her to prevent him from hurting her. "Go back to bed, Silas," he ordered and pushed his brother back into the room. Silas, of course, tried to push past Felix, but once Tort had left the Temple he let out something akin to a growl and ceased the struggling.

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#006 Reunited

The three siblings remained on their separate paths until Felix and Brande reunited and decided to team up. Brande would serve as his bodyguard and keep him from harm, and Felix would serve as her healer whenever she needed it while both of them travel from town to town. 

Silas joined the duo recently after he found himself under Felix' healing hands at a temple. At first Brande was very reluctant to let him tag along with them, but eventually Felix managed to convince her. However, this does not under any circumstances mean that she approves of Silas being around. 

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#005 Snip Snip

After a recent encounter with Gein, Silas has undergone some "minor" changes. Gein knew what happened between Tortulja and Silas, and decided to take the matter of his punishment into her own hands. 

She tracked him down, knocked him out, bound and gagged him and moved him to a remote location where she could work in peace. Of course the Imperial wasn't too pleased to see her again once he came woke up. He found himself chained to a table stripped of his clothing and unable to do anything to stop the woman who clearly had something special in mind for him. 

She made sure he was awake for the whole procedure, which meant she obviously had to wait whenever he passed out from the pain. After hours of work and waiting she had completed her mission

Silas awoke not knowing where he was, under his younger brother's healing hands. After finishing Silas' manhood, Gein had dumped his unconscious body in front of a temple where Felix had found him, and much to his surprise(and horror) discovered just what had happened to his brother. Felix did his best to patch Silas back together, but there was only so much he could do.

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The name hadn't been familiar. But once she had tapped the priest on the shoulder and he turned, she recognized him. "Felix," she said and a small, nervous smile formed on her face. Tort didn't have time to explain before she stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on the Imperial's lips. She pulled away, cheeks red with embarrassment, and cleared her throat. "Thank you for helping my friend."

“Hello Tortulja,” Felix said with a smile of his own, however it quickly faded and was traded  with a look of confusion when she kissed him. “I eh, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad I could help,” the Imperial mumbled and smiled again.

“How is he doing anyway?”

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It took Errol little to no time to find the woman. Once he found her, he cleared his throat to get her attention. "My brethren wish for me to hug you," he explained flatly, before pulling her into a hug. It lasted as long as the magic had him obey, and once it ceased, he released his hold on her. "I shall be out of your hair now," he said and turned to leave.

Brande let out a light squeak when he hugged her as she hadn't expected him to, but soon enough she found herself hugging him back. When he let go of her she merely looked at him, not entirely sure what to say or do. "Yes, well.. Travel safely," she offered with a quick, uncertain frown. 

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#004 Skeletons in your closet

When Silas was a lot younger, he went outside to play alone when his family and himself still lived in Bravil. While the young Silas was playing by himself, he got the weirdest idea; What would happen if he were to set a fire to one of the houses?

The thought haunted the little boy until one day he’d had enough of the pondering. He went out and across the street, climbing over a fence before he found himself in his neighbor’s back yard. Silas walked along the walls of the house, tracing the exterior wood work with his tiny hand.

It was as if his hand alone created the friction to leave burns as he followed the wall, and after no more than two feet the woodwork was burning brightly. The little boy stepped back in awe over what he had done, silently watching the wooden house be devoured by the scorching hot flames.

He heard screams, coughs and crying, but young Silas was smiling. People were suffocating, dying, yet he was smiling; admiring the beauty he had created.

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#003 How he met Kash

Silas has always had an odd fascination for fire, and it didn’t exactly quell with age. Already as a kid, he’d sit alone in front of the fireplace at home, reaching forward to let the fire lick his fingers before he pulled back and smiled.

When he became 15 he got himself a job at a local manor, working as the cook’s assistant. It didn’t take long for the young Silas to fall head-over-heels for the owner’s daughter. She was forbidden from speaking with him, or interacting with him. Her father really disliked him, calling him a “waste of her time”, a “good for nothing” and told her that he’d only break her heart and run away.

One day, when Silas was the last to leave the kitchen; he “forgot” to put out the fire before he locked the doors behind him and went to his room. When he and the cook returned the next day the manor was burned to the ground, only the framework left. The owner and his wife had burned to death, and their daughter was disfigured for life. Silas was disgusted. Not because he was responsible, but because she simply looked horrible. He couldn’t believe he had been in love with that, so he packed up his things and left without a word.

The young teen went home, and he was greeted with confusion and frustration. His mother tried to get him another job, and about 4 years later he found himself as an apprentice for the local blacksmith. Things went fine, until the blacksmith lashed out at him for being an incompetent bastard. Silas didn’t take kindly to the critique, and hit his employer in the head with the blade he was working on. The blunt sword cracked the smith’s skull and he was knocked unconscious. Silas didn’t know the blacksmith was still alive, and tried to hide the “body”. The merely 19 year old boy dumped the smith into the forge, watching as the coals and flames devoured his previous employer’s body, and smiled.

When Silas once again returned home without a job, his father yelled at him and slapped him. Once again his mother got him another job, this time as a glass blower in the Imperial City. That meant he would have to leave Bravil and his family, the only people who seemed to be able to stand his temper. His mother helped him pack, and his parents wished him good bye before he got on the carriage to the city.

He did well as a glassblower, but his career as a glassblower came to a swift end about 5 years later when he was told to redo a set of glass. Silas impaled a coworker with the blowpipe, still covered in molten glass. His employer, the kind soul he was, decided not to tell the guards. Yet, Silas was fired later that day, and found himself all alone in the streets of the Imperial City.

That was when Kash-Ammu wandered by and found the soot covered, sweaty Imperial laying in the streets, sleeping.

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[Brande's Relationships]

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[Felix's Relationships]

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[Silas' Relationhips]

Gein:

Silas doesn't know much about the woman, but he knows enough to dislike her. The two met because Gein tracked him down and they fought. In an attempt to regain control Silas burned Gein's shins, but his actions only seemed to spur on a transformation from the werewolf. Once he figured out what was going on, the Imperial started running towards the nearest town to get away from her. 

Shadrach: 

They have only met once or twice when Silas has come to visit Tort, and one can safely say that the two of them were not off to a flying start. 

Tortulja:

To begin with it might have seemed like Silas cared for her, but he never really did. The two met while he was gathering his equipment after a show, and they ended up talking for quite some time after Silas had demonstrated what exactly it is he does for a living. 

It's safe to say it just went downhill from there. One thing led to another, and a couple of months after their first meeting Silas (prompted by greymages) offered to teach Tort all he knew about sex. This led to the two sleeping together, something that would happen every time Silas came to visit Tort in Riften between shows and traveling. When the two were around each other Silas would use Tort, both sexually and for other things such as food and shelter, and he would manipulate her into doing what he wanted her to do. 

What she didn't know was that while he pretended to be in a relationship with her, he slept with other people, men and women alike, whenever it suited him. Eventually his actions caught up with him, and last Heart's Day Tort caught him balls deep in a bar wench. Needless to say their relationship ended on the spot.

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 Scar references for Brande 

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 Scar references for Silas 

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Scar references for Felix

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#002 Nightmares

Ever since Silas was little he's been haunted by a certain type of nightmares. It returns in waves, and sometimes it can stay away for years before, though they are always about the same.

He's trapped under the ice, unable to get out, unable to find an air pocket or a hole in the ice. The panic of being trapped would seep into his blood like poison with each heart beat, and he will slowly drown and wake up.

When he wakes up, he'll be panting and drenched in sweat, his hands trembling and he'll feel a sudden need of being close to someone. This is possibly one of the few times he will seek out physical contact from anyone on his own initiative. 

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#001 The Rookie

When Silas was new to the group, he lashed out at someone, shoving their face into a bowl of scorching warm soup, and Kash ended up tying him to a tree. Upside down. Silas was also quite.. reckless in his acts, and once again Kash did his job as the leader of the group. He forbade him from performing because he was too dangerous. Silas got furious again, but this time he didn't hurt anyone, he just shut himself out of the group. For a long time, he sat by himself, ate by himself and slept a few feet away from camp. At night he'd go out to blow off some steam in the forests nearby, and when he nearly singed off his eyebrows he realized that Kash had been right.   He started training at night when he thought everyone was asleep, and as the weeks went by he only got better and better at his act. Kash knew this, and eventually he gave him his costume, and he was "accepted" into the group again.