meme: 5 Times ______ed | @magexkiller | not accepting
i. The first time that you see her you do not take great note of her, you always make note of faces the same way that you made note of masks while still in Orlais. Knowing faces, even without names attached to them was better than being unaware of those around you. Assassins tend to stalk their hunting grounds before pouncing on the victims, become part of the back of your prey’s environment so they don’t see you approaching. You take note that she is a pretty and new face, you had plans to go introduce yourself as you did to everyone that appeared in the events that she participated in ( she made her own mission to know everyone around her ) but when her eyes moved away and back she was gone. Your nails touch the glass, you are really not paying attention to the clinking of the glass but you are now making sure that you will not forget her face as you finish the wine.
ii. You grab Cato’s arm gently, wrapping your arm around his as you walk in the middle of the ballroom. Your dress is white, a contrast to many of the Altus that have always their colour of choice be black or darker tones. Cato himself was wearing a dark purple robe, the only reason that he was there was because Maxima had a feeling that she would see her mystery woman sooner or later in one of those events. But, of course, she might just feel lonely without someone to hold her arm. When you spot her again, you have no intentions of approaching her or even looking directly at her. You smile openly, one hand move to her hair as your head leans closer to him. You might not be looking directly at her, but you both have other ways of indicating people other than being obvious.
‘I want everything that you can find on her.’
iii. ‘… Previously a slave to Magister Anodatus, status unknown ever since his body had been found tortured. I can’t confirm this but it’s rumored that she has been trained to kill mages.’
You hum as you hear the information, your nails tap against the wooden table following the rhythm of the song that played on her head. You would not deny that you at least a bit disappointed with the amount of information that he had come up with. Then again, that was why he was not the only source of information that she had. Your eyes are still locked to a point in the void while sitting in the Magisterium chambers. For a second you could almost swear that you saw her passing in the corridor, but that might have just been a glimpse in her sight. ‘I have also heard that she is close to Magister Tilani.’ That information knocks you immediately back to the present, eyes snapping up to him with a brow raised. Really? It was hard to imagine how Maevaris and someone with the fame of a mage killer seemed to get along. Or perhaps it was not strange at all.
iv. You hum gently, moving beside Tacita down to the slums where she had told you that there would be new people introduced. New blood always did make her feel very glad. What did not make you so glad was to see that same familiar face even there, it was highly unlikely that she even knew that you were there. You do not wear the same beautiful dresses that you enjoy so much and your face is mostly covered exactly to avoid possible recognition from others. You lean slightly towards the elf hands moving to her pockets on her heavy, dirty coat.
‘I have a favour to ask you, Tacita.’
v. Trading in and out favours was just how politics worked in general, controlling your environment and the information that got in and out. To control the ring in which you fought. Instead of protective gear though, you used information. What differed you from the rest though, was that you held the reigns with the strength of titans, you are the one that choses when and how you show your presence in the ring. So when you see her face again on the next event a large smile opens on your lips. There’s a glass of wine raised in her direction and a sip taken before her attention moves away. There was no predator in the background and whoever thought of her as prey would be walking into a very rude awakening.
[ 19. Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out. ]
“....Lia?”
Something had been wrong with her all day, Mae had noticed. She was moving sluggishly about the house, had little appetite for lunch, but now she had stumbled while walking up the stairs. Something vastly out of character for her. Mae took her hand, guiding her to the landing and looking her in the eyes. A hand reached out to press her palm against Lia’s head, frowning in concern.
“Lia, you’re burning up. Have you been sick all this time? Come on, to bed with you.”
He had to admit, Orlesians knew how to throw a good party. Neil hadn’t seen so much color in one room before. The lights, the sounds, and the smells were dazzling. But the most beautiful sight of all was the woman at his arm. Somehow, the golden mask added to her beauty. The colors of the mask brought out her eyes just as much as her dress brought out the curves of her body. Neil often found himself too distracted by Lia’s charm to pay much attention to the rest of the gala. He could never find a moment alone with her, though. When they went out to the dance floor, Neil was unable to resist her any longer. Right in the middle of the floor, Neil leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
The prince jumps when she speaks, but remains curled up in the corner of the cave. He doesn’t even look at her, just shakes his head and trembles. “But I am now,” Neil’s voice is a broken, weak thing, “You saw what they did. My Mother... My family... Everyone’s gone now. I-I’m the only Hawke left. I am alone. I don’t have a family, a kingdom... I have nothing.”
………. Aeliana returned from the little incense shop below her apartment, clutching a precious cone of olibdanum for the evening. Her body still ached from last night’s job, muscles screaming for her to rest. With a sigh, she moved to the stack of loose contracts that awaited her signature and –
(( Wait. Is that a–? ))
“Go! Come now, little bird – how’d you even…?”
Her bleary eyes drifted to the window and she gave an exasperated huff. She really had to have a conversation with Caius about leaving her window unlocked. These ancient buildings in the market slums of Minrathous shifted with every summer storm and the windows could not be trusted to remain shut without a lock. The last things Aeliana needed was to make herself an easy target for thieves.
“Isn’t that just – Kaffas! Go now! Come on, out the window with you.”
She waved at the bird with one hand, squinting unhappily at the footprinted contracts.
The sound of the bolt turning broke the quiet of the room, warning Diaval of the owner’s arrival. He wiped his talons clean and turned to watch Aeliana enter. She must have felt safe and comfortable in her own home, as she didn’t look around or even notice the raven until a couple moments later.
Diaval hopped a few times when she came over and ruffled his feathers as she tried to get him to leave. “Caw!” he greeted, almost gleefully as she shooed him. He took flight; but not out the window as Aeliana wanted. Instead he found a perch on her arm and just stared up at her. She didn’t know it yet, but Diaval had decided she would be his new master. He was tired of finding new ones that she would only end up killing in the end. This arrangement was much more efficient.
“Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…”
Suggestive Starters: Accepting
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He shivered, and not just from the cold water below his waist. The mage couldn’t deny that he wanted her lips to explore every inch of his body. He wanted to feel her on every curve and bend of his chest. He wanted to hold her tight against him in the cold of the night. Maker’s Breath...
“You can find out... Once we get out of the water,” he chuckled softly, “I’m sure we can warm each other up...”
