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elenorius , a high priest of vissai. [ intro , pictures , bodyclaim , musings , wants , interactions ]
paric , a changeling of lysain. [ intro , pictures , bodyclaim , musings , wants , interactions ]
klogrog , a half-giant of chasque. [ intro , pictures , bodyclaim , musings , wants , interactions ]
something about the way the high priest spoke made balthor's gaze linger longer than necessary. call it curiosity, but truthfully, as balthor didn't make it a habit to visit neighboring kingdoms, he was intrigued by high priests, elenorius in particular. balthor remembered seeing the man back when he was a snotty kid with a penchant of wrecking havoc in the underground fighting ring, but it had been decades ago, so what did it say about the high priest's age? still, balthor kept his mouth shut. "i mean no offense, but how can a high priest train a killer?" balthor asked, tone deceptively neutral. there was a wry smile on his lips; if he were to ask such questions to other people, he knew he would have been left dead.
when it came to people questioning sorcerers, it was something that he was used to. elenorius was a late bloomer when it came to his magic. at first he thought he was just a seer. then he ended up showing more magic. finally, he moved up the ranks to become a high priest. that's why he was used to people not knowing the full extent of what he could do. a small smirk formed on his face when balthor asked the question. it was fair. "you know we don't just make barriers, right? combat magic is a highly sought after craft in our field and even elemental magic can be destructive if you're using it correctly. we're all about the balance of nature, which isn't always so good." sadly, there was no enemy in sight for him to show the other what he truly meant. still, elenorius would always welcome the questions.
Olivier couldn't help himself he moved to slide his arms around the older priest's shoulders, gently tucking the flower behind his ear as he leaned in to whisper to him. "You know you have always been an inspiration to me. I wanted to leap into the same bounds as you in terms of knowledge and power. A motivation. A person to look up to. And I must tell you I do not look up to many people." he said softly pressing a kiss to Elenorius' cheek gently.
"You flatter me." Pulling back a little he took the waxed cork out of the top of the bottle and brought the neck of the bottle to the other's lips. "Drink? And perhaps I could give you another gift this evening."
when the flower was tucked away, hidden safe behind the ear, and the two shared more of a closeness he took advantage of that. elenorius slid his hand underneath olivier's arm, tracing the soft clothing or skin. anything that he could touch there really. "that means a lot to me. also because your connection to the spirits is what's inspired my whole new path that i'm on at this point. seems like we're both each other's motivations." he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to his cheek and dangerously close to his lips.
then, the high priest of vissai straightened out his back and smiled softly. he rose his hands up in the air, like he was trying to prove his innocence. "i only speak the truth." he took a small sip from the bottle before passing it over to the other. "the night is still young."
"agreed. i often think, if us men were not made for pleasure, then why would pleasure feel so good?" it was all what he lived for. the driving force for every one of his choices. and that night was no different. his eyes not turning away from the gorgeous creature in his arms, the music swelled and so did their steps. avaric could tell they were taking the spotlight, and he would make sure to give them a show worth spectating.
"umoria is my home, although i hail from lysain as well. the seat of my house remains there, a beautiful summer palace if you would ever like to see it." the invitation was on the table, avaric smirking before giving the other a twirl.
"you are speaking my language. pleasure was not meant to be as taboo as it is now. look at how animals mate. nothing tying you down to expressing yourself fully." feeling more and more eyes on them made him put on even more of a show. he made sure that his feet could stick to the beat while his hips swayed along with the rhythm. while he was dancing, his eyes never left avaric's either. almost as if he was the only other man in the room right now.
"i knew there was something that i liked about you." a small homage to the fact that they both originated in lysain. "show me whenever you're back in the kingdom. i would love a private tour." he turned around, smirk only growing on his face.
"i understand that." in a sense. that much could be said about solomon himself. vissai was a delight to visit as usual, majestic views and dragons galore. and his appreciation for darius alone filled him with a deep joy and peace all throughout the ceremony. but now that the more solemn environment had been replaced with crowd dancing and cheering, that peace had began to dwindle, only returning for a moment, that very moment with the company of his trusted friend and a kind giant. "may we take a seat?" his arm pointed to one of the marble benches, wide enough to fit the two of them.
there was a hint of a smile on solomon's lips, a rare sight for someone who barely knew him. and yet klogrog started to win him over without even trying. "not all royals. some do, for certain, others just have to pretend they do. which quite frankly would be my case." his nose furrowed a little, not wanting to remember the uncomfortably warm sensation that crowded rooms caused him. cedric in the meantime, had flapped his wings, landing right in between the two men, closed beak inspecting the half-giant a little closer. "he does. he's lived in the palace his whole life, and yet i never kept the window closed. if i allow him to stay with me, it is out of his own will."
growing up, there was always one evident truth that klogrog referenced to. people ruined good things. for the most part at least. of course that was his own personal opinion and others didn't have to share it, but it seemed relevant now during the coronation. a kingdom that was once soothing for him was now overrun with people. quiet spots in the castle or near the mountains where he would wait for darius now seemed too loud. at the mention of sitting down, he just nodded along and went to sit one the farthest end. "might as well relax while we're here." even though there was plenty of space, he still tried to push himself closer together to make sure that was room.
there was something different about prince solomon. klogrog couldn't put his finger on it. maybe because he rarely interacted this close to the crown. although you'd take a look at his conversations during the coronation and it would seem the contrary. "you make a good pretender at least. i wouldn't even have figured you were out of place." he looked down at cedric and there was also a small smile that cracked on his features, poking through normally stoic expressions. "that shows loyalty on his end, but also good traits from you. there has to be a reason that he keeps coming back."
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elenorius had long devoted himself to the royal family & the kingdom of vissai—a fact that perhaps went unnoticed by many, but never by darius. he had grown up feeling safe, knowing that between the high priest, the royal guard & the dragons, nothing could ever come close enough to harm him. even now, that sense of security remained, steady in his heart. seeing elenorius here only reinforced it, a quiet reminder that the man would always have his back. it didn’t erase the weight in his chest, but it eased it, if only a little.
darius hummed, his fingers idly tracing the gold embroidery on his sleeve. "let them crave." a flicker of a smile, there & gone.
"i do know, though i reckon it would be foolish to strike now." with the entire realm come together in vissai. his gaze drifted toward the towering temple columns, their etched dragons bathed in candlelight. silence stretched between them, the soon-to-be-king’s thoughts seemingly elsewhere. "tell me, elenorius... do the gods still listen when a king prays for himself?" would it be weakness to ask for guidance in times like these?
titles didn't mean much to him, not even noble ones. apparent by the fact that elenorius gave up his own noble home, turned his back on lordship, to spend his life as the high priest of vissai. what's funny is that it meant he would then serve the highest title in the kingdom, the crown. one could say he just went from one house to the other. still, he had full faith in darius' father and now darius. he almost always acted like vissai was in good hands and nothing bad could happen. like he saw it in a vision or something.
even if he was setting up the barrier, nothing changed. "i always knew you'd be a bold king." he said with a small smirk.
"i haven't foreseen anything yet and neither have any of my apprentices. you know i'm merely just the cautious type. sometimes, this is the most opportune moment to strike." sure, the guards, dragons, and warriors were all in one place, but so were all of the men with titles. he took a step closer to darius, curiosity forming in his eyes. "it isn't written that a king must only pray for others. do you wish to commune with the gods?" religion was of great importance to him, so he always recommended that connection to others as well.
Percy usually just let his powers fester, it took more effort to retrain his calming aura than it did to produce it, it was very much his natural state. When he was younger, people always seemed better around him, happier, it wasn't until Percy started to develop his other emotions that he realized the power he possessed. How his presence felt to others was different to everyone and he always loved hearing how he made people feel. As Elenorius spoke up, Percy couldn't help but pick at the easy fruit, " There is at least one beautiful sight," He teased, not really flirting with the other, not that he had any problem with it, " Everyone here is dressed so lovely for the occasion," Because of Percy's soirees, he's seen plenty of the royal in less clothing than this, he wasn't sure which he preferred more. " Trip was...cold," He admitted, " All bundled up, and us brothers huddled for warmth, but we made it and it has been a wonderful trip, I got to see the Volcanic Hotsprings for the first time," It and the soon-to-be-king were some additional beautiful sights," I do hope it isn't all work, are you having your fun," He asked, amping up on the good spirits radiating from him.
when the world of magic was opened up to him, he was an extreme admirer of the craft. not just the type that he wielded at the time, but every single essence out there. it was funny. for a high priest, he was a high bloomer. didn't seem like a prodigy at all. for years he thought that he was actually just a seer and had no other talent aside from his visions. that did teach him the art of patience and waiting for good things. with perseus around, that was much easier.
he snickered softly at the comment, knowing that it wasn't meant to be a direct jab. still, it was nice to hear. " i didn't know that you were able to see your own reflection from where you're standing. " two could play at that game. " it's a time where marriage treaties can also finally be formed. " while darius was becoming king, others were definitely having political conversations for their own means.
elenorius nodded slightly, knowing that some people would have felt out of place with the weather. " if it makes you feel any better, there are places in the kingdom that have been enchanted to feel warmer or more humid. just so everyone has a spot to feel at home while they're here. " not to toot his own horn or anything. " i'm glad you're finding it beautiful though. trust me, i am still having fun. " work was fun for him though, so it was all based on a point of view.
Evander's family was very minor nobility, having earned their place certainly, but Evander had much more to prove, not just in the name of his family, but just in his own strength and power of being just a human. As the other took a step back and straightened up, Evander was a bit gob smacked by the sight, having seen half-giants before, but never this close or talking to one. " I would argue my job is always keeping my eyes out for others," Be it to help or watch. He smiled softly at the other's willingness to talk, happy to be making conversation, " Tis... A lot of people had came from far way, it's pretty crowded in there and I can't even get my hands on an ale," He admitted with a chuckle, " What has you at King Darius' coronation?" Evan asked, wondering the other's connection to all this.
that seemed respectable enough. it wasn't until he was around so many nobles that he realized how selfish parts of his job were. sure, sometimes he was tasked with protecting one of them and being a guard wasn't selfish. other times though, he was charged to kill an enemy or at least rough them up a bit. still, he wasn't going to shrink himself down anymore. " you probably do a good job at that. you seem to have a keen eye. " he heard someone say that before.
klogrog nodded slightly, understanding why someone like evander also needed a little breather from the whole event. " if ale is what you need, i could probably make way for you to get some. people tend to move where i'm going to step. " he shrugged slightly. " some noble charged me to protect him, but he had to go back up to his chambers with someone else. "
Alesander smiled when he said pleasure it was then. He nodded in agreement when he said that people who were active get hungry no matter their size, and then he grinned even more when he was told that he did look pretty and that he liked his earring. Deciding to be bold with the half giant, he casually moved to plant himself right into his lap, so that his bum was firmly planted against the other.
"There now you can get a much closer look at how pretty I am." Turning his head, so that his earring was closer to the half giant. "Don't be shy, feel free to admire my earring......or anything else you desire." As he spoke one of his hands began to move up and down his chest, wanting to feel the muscle on Klogrog.
since he himself was never that bold, at least when it came to actions like these, the half-giant was quite surprised. it was probably apparent by the way his back straightened out and his hands went up in the air. still, he didn't want to be rude. he found himself lowering his hands to make sure that alesander didn't fall. maybe this was just customary in this kingdom? hell if he knew. it might've been rude to ask.
"i, yeah, i guess. i don't know if there are rumors flying around, but i don't have bad eyesight by the way." still, it sounded like he was being nice, so he did take the chance to take a closer look at the earring. klogrog smiled. "it's pretty." he hoped he didn't sound like a broken record. his muscles might have been a little tense too.
🔮 - "Hmm." A very humbled, bumbling hum trills from the throat and resonates in his nose as he oriented his body in an approximation toward Paric. A great degree of his attention was removed from that of the music as it began to fade. His brow shuffled as Paric's subtle request thinned the man's lips. "I'll consider it, but I don't have any suitable instruments to even rouse these weary souls. Besides, their flutes have very grating lower tones." He scrunched the bridge of his nose, trying to be limited in who was able to hear their conversation, before some nobility of this region to ruse his words as offense. As for the man's intention, Jesopp tempted not. The man's hunger was quite ravenous. Perhaps he'd favor being the delectable morsel for the evening. "Might? Ahhh~." Jesopp gave the man a telling gaze, pulling the man's attention as his brilliant eyes indulged in the handsome facade of the changeling. "I'd rather you commit to that than taunt or bluff. After all, I may need to request a private bath be drawn to cleanse of my flesh in reverence to the aether of this land. I may want to take a companion with me."
a part of him seemed to be shocked by the hesitation. paric leaned forward and his body finally made contact with jesopp's. he moved his hand over to the man's leg, giving his knee an encouraging squeeze. it wasn't like he wanted the man to feel like he was crossing too many boundaries, even if he had already seen him in the nude. "a man with your talents, abilities, and voice should know that you don't need instruments to entrance a crowd. you can do that just with your singing and magic alone." although he'd understand if he didn't want to put that full on display. one had to be careful when they were in neighboring kingdoms on how much raw talent they displayed. the changeling just liked to encourage people to give in where possible. "i think you know better than most here that i quite enjoy the water. if you do need a companion for that bath, i hope you don't go out seeking too far." again, he loved encouraging others to give in.
"my pleasure and yours." with a smirk, he brought the nobleman closer to him, leading him through the crowd and gliding across the floor with the rhythm of the lutes and pipes to guide them. avaric had waited for his master to get occupied to finally allow himself to enjoy the festivities that such a lavish occasion could allow. and now, with talented bards filling the room with the music, and a handsome man in his arms, he was not willing to waste a single moment. "am i to believe such a vision can only be found in vissai? or where are you from, my lord?"
"a mutual sense of pleasure is always one that i'm a fan of." when they traveled throughout the room, paric did his due diligence and looked around. not only to see what other people had gathered to celebrate the king, but also to see the eyes that fell on them. two beautiful men enjoying one another's company had to be the talk of the realm. he licked his lips when they finally got to their destination, letting the music take control of the way that his body swayed through the crowd. "lysain, actually. bred, born, and brought up all there. where does the lovely man i'm speaking with hail from, my lord?"
int. the sunroom of the alshara citadel, lysain. afternoon.
" they say you require my father's audience? " samras says with an almost apologetic tone in his voice, lying half naked on one of the lavish couches, basking in the sun that filtered through the glass dome. on his chest, he is absentmindedly rolling a ringlet of gold--the crown that's supposed to show his royal blood--before letting it fall and rest in the middle of his chest. he was probably being rude, letting the other man stand there waiting for him. but then again if he had known there were visitors arriving today, he would have been in the throne room to receive them, like how his father taught him. and he would not have spent the day catching the warmth and the silence that the dome offers.
with a yawn, he finally rose from where he was lying down, switching to a sitting/kneeling position on the soft couch. then he offered them the sweetest smile that he could muster, hoping it would be welcome enough. " i'm afraid he is busy with some errands with the other nobles, and won't be home until night fall. " he continues, leaning forward. " you can wait for him in your chambers, if you wish ... unless, of course, you are fine with the company of a prince instead? "
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some people might have even wondered how someone like paric rose up the ranks to be on the small council. he didn't even send word when he was going to the lavish palace. which led him to awkward situations like this one. meant to speak with the king, but met with the lounging crown prince. not a bad sight, he had to admit, but that wasn't what he was there for. the changeling did find his eyes wandering down the other man's figure until they went back to the crown on his chest and over to his eyes once more. he knew samras well enough to assume that he wasn't expecting company. otherwise, he probably wouldn't have found him in this current state. not that it was something he minded.
the yawn brought a small smile to play in the master of revels' face, dimples revealing themselves in the process. he tucked his hands behind his back and slightly bowed for the crown prince. " while i was here to meet the king, i think that the crown prince can still help me with my errand. after all, it won't be long till you take the throne. we should be acquainted. " he stayed right where he was at. " i had some questions for the next social event i'm in charge of throwing for the royal family. do you think you could answer them? "
balthor found a degree of truth in the high priest's words. strangers were always staring at him, either for his height or for something else entirely that he didn't know of yet, and it irked him to no end. and with the coronation dawning, vissai was swarmed with guests from other kingdoms and, well, that was one of the reasons balthor decided to hide rather than attend the ceremony. "you are correct, being prepared is never a bad thing," balthor hummed, gaze still trained on the high priest. if balthor was any younger, the prospect of an incoming fight would have gotten him going, but it seemed that he had gotten mellow in his old age. still, he would gleefully accept any fight coming his way. "are you trained in combat?"
even though being in the public eye was something that everyone in vissai was going to have to get used to, at least during the coronation, that didn't mean it was something they had to like. elenorius himself hated too many eyes on him. he liked to perform his magic in secret, it was private, so having it put on display like that made him a little more wary. plus, now that all of the attention was on them, who knew what people wanted to get up to. "especially if it helps protect you in the long run." which made him smile, almost like he was proud at being over prepared. even if some would say he was being paranoid. "while it's not my best suit, i am. all high priests have to be skilled in all types of magic and that's the main one i teach witchers."
solomon could only wonder how talented in battle klogrog was. if years of training alongside up and coming squires taught him anything, was that big muscles did not define a competent fighter. one could be built like a mountain, but you needed wits and agility to wield a sword competently. and if high nobility was hiring klogrog to an event such a royal coronation for his protection alone, then the half-giant had to be doing something right. "of course. some offers cannot be passed over. i can only hope you are enjoying yourself at least." hopefully more than solomon himself.
while the guard's words were true, they did not quite apply to darius. "he shall be so - but trust me when i say that he is a very kind soul as well. the perfect balance for a monarch." he sighed, looking down for a moment. fingers sliding through his hair, fixing whatever the winds of vissai had messed up. "i would imagine. for you to be out here rather than protecting your latest client - is the crowd stiffing as well?" a soft scoff escaped his nose, turning to cedric with a knowing smile. "he cannot stand having a rooftop above him. only when he is accompanying me, preferably pecking on some fruit or nuts."
enjoying himself was an objective matter, at least to him. some of the other fighters and half-giants he knew said that he was even lucky to be asked to work during the coronation. he didn't view it that way. aside from the amount of gold that he was getting, he thought these were too many people crammed into one kingdom and something bad was going to happen. then again, he just didn't like attention. which was hard to run from when you were over seven feet tall. "in a sense, i am." he smiled slightly, at least the food was good. he didn't want to be a downer.
his main interactions with darius were on the training grounds. the man was brave enough to want to train with a half-giant and could hold his own. plus, he never gave up. even if klogrog did win. so he had nothing bad to say about the new king of vissai. "that's always important." not that he knew the first thing needed to rule a kingdom. "yes, i asked for a couple of minutes of solitude. too many people jammed into one place. i thought all royals liked the crowd though?" a small smile spread across his face as he was proven wrong. "it sounds like he knows what true freedom feels like."
