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[consequor]

@cursefed  🗲’d

DISPATCHING AL-THAMEN’S AGENTS came with careful, practiced ease. Even as they’d surrounded him with only a few stray agents, thinking it wise to take advantage of his nighttime walk, wandering far from the caravan he’d been traveling with. Little did they know, being a solitary target had been his intent. It was much easier to fight without the fear of bystanders becoming involved. 

He’d only just begun recoiling his wires when he felt another presence appear behind him. He whirled, lashed out with one blade, less a threat than a direct strike. Because something about the chill in the air told him this fight would be harder than the ones before and he would be wise to hold his ground rather than starting something more. 

“If you’ve come to retrieve the dolls of your fallen allies, do so quickly. Lest you join them.”

[baailong-blog]

“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”

“Not completely no…The most positive I’m expecting is her death and Kou no longer in the hands of people who have hurt me and my family.”

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Hakuei was never too sure how to feel about the magicians that frequented her mothers side, obviously a strange bunch that she tried to view as individuals but... it was difficult to do when most of them never took off their headdress, sort of like they didn’t want anyone to know anything about them.  They would never talk to the servants or the guards, almost like puppets going about their business shrouded in secrecy that the first princess was sure she would never understand.

A rare exception to that at times was Ithnan, an authority among them that didn’t always cover his face or at least all of it which automatically put her at ease in a strange way.  Maybe she should feel ashamed correlating their humanity with the willingness to reveal something, anything about themselves, but she was only human.  There’s a curiosity for the man, like the only opening into the strangeness of the organization that looms like shadows around her mother and while she knows they are in two separate worlds, she still can’t help but want to understand.

For Kou’s sake, she tells herself.  That’s why... but whether or not that rings true is uncertain or if it’s just childish curiosity better left behind her.

“Lord magician?” She addresses him formally, despite being a princess as illegitimate as she was considered now, she was the farthest royal child from the throne and even as a general there would be no business to be had with his type with her authority only over the servants and soldiers.

“Am I imposing on you to have a moment of your time?  If the Empress Dowager doesn’t require you currently of course,”

[consequor]

fires a bit of lightning magic in his general direction.

Sha la la la You gotta kiss the assassin

Ithnan has him pinned. Magic, since he might be able to wriggle out of chains. The flick of lightning by his head does little to intimidate him, in fact it’s more annoying than anything. If anything, Ja’far appears to be bored. 

He’s listened to enough villainous types banter on and on to have the speech down pat. Though Ithnan doesn’t seem the type for bravado, more sadistic, into drawing out the game for his own amusement. But if it’s a response he’s looking for, he’ll have to do a lot better to get one out of Ja’far. The man’s suffered worse, inflicted worse in his time as an assassin. This little light show isn’t terribly daunting. 

So he waits, stays quiet with a dead eyed glare. Threats don’t provoke a response and it’s not until Ithnan leans in close does Ja’far move. And when he does, he’s quick. He pushes his head forward and for a minute their lips meet -- Ja’far feels his skin crawl. But it’s the kind of close contact he needs, with Ithnan hovering so close to his face. He bites his lip, hard, as it’s the only place he can reach like this. And it’s not until he tastes blood that he lets go, spits the taste from his mouth and goes back to his silent defiance. 

Even a trapped snake has fangs.