#pheletes

[hermes-pheletes]

Just got, what was probably $300+ worth of items from garTet for $40

Hermes Pheletes always at my side 🫶

[hermes-pheletes]

Intro Post

- Name: Lad (short for Ladrão)

- Age: 23

- Pronouns: They/Them

- Nationality: American (👎🏻)

- Gender: Agender

- Sexuality: Achillian

For all intents and purposes, this is a roleplay blog. Full disclosure statement can be found here.

I started “stealing” in my teens, mostly just stupid shit like putting stuff in my pockets. Then in my early 20s I had to start doing it for survival (groceries and the like).

To date my most impressive feats have been grocery hauls - but I’ve also gotten some pretty expensive electronics and a really nice set of new pots and pans.

I never steal from small businesses or family run stores - I only ever steal from big chains like Hallmart, Targot, Kruger, etc.

Asks are always open and I’d love to share my tips and methods because - not to be an ass - I’m pretty good at this 😎

[hermes-pheletes]

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• This blog does not exist to influence people to take actions they would not take of their own accord.

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Winter’s Veil

((Catching up on half-finished posts that go back to December… /slacker ))

Golden light flickered from a long row of thick ivory candles that lined the large windowsill of Dath'anar Manor’s great room. The deep red curtains were draped with holly leaves and dried berries strung upon silver thread and a warm fire warmed the room; tiny strings of white lights had been draped across the mantle, and upon the polished stone surface sat several small baskets of red flowers laced with dark greenery.

The Sin'dorei were not known for their celebration of the seasons, as they saw very little of them in their somewhat sheltered, magically sustained lands; however, there were a few lingering traditions, and with the influence of the humans, and then the races of the Horde, many Sin'dorei families had taken up the celebration of the seasons. Dath'anar manor was currently decorated with festive Winter’s Veil flair, albeit modestly so. As the Blood Knight looked around the room, he smiled softly at the small touches that his housekeeper, Neeva, had made for the holidays. This one was extra special, she had stated to him the week before; after all, there were now two elflings under the roof.

He turned his attention to his mother’s piano, the black polished wood gleaming in the candlelight. Neeva had gone and bought a small potted tree, it seemed, and it was currently perched on the center of the piano, surrounded by a red tree skirt embroidered with silver branches and white snowflakes. A box sat next to the tree, and it was this that he stepped closer to see; within the box sat many different colorful baubles with hooks – decorations for the tree, he assumed. Some were small bells, others frosted orbs, delicate leaves or diamond shaped crystals that created tiny prism rainbows on the surrounding surfaces.

Neeva had made sure that he would be home this evening and the next day; he had been working long hours, though he had requested, much to his horror, a temporary “agreement” with his superiors to keep him on paperwork duty a few days a week, something he loathed; however, with his own elfling at home, and now Pheletes’ young sister living at the manor, he felt he needed to be closer to home.  After enduring a three-day covert recovery mission in Ashran, he had come back to find that he was the only one who had returned from missions that week.

Viex'ha, the mother of his child, had left on an important mission and had not come back.

Pheletes, his lover,  had been sent on a mission and had not come back.

To say that he wasn’t worried, would not be truthful in the least bit. He trusted them both, in skill and intelligence, but their absence bothered him greatly. He was used to Viex'ha’s spontaneous, sometimes lengthy disappearances…it came with the territory of her work, after all. Secret this and secret that. Pheletes, however… The knight frowned, his gaze flicking upward as Anica entered the room with Neeva. Neeva bore a plate of what appeared to be cookies and Silvendiel could easily catch the scent of ginger and molasses wafting through the air. Anica, he had noticed, was taking her brother’s absence hard and was trying not to show it. He had spoken to her a few times, assuring her that her brother would return when he could, but her obvious fear and doubts were beginning to affect him. He himself was beginning to worry.

========== The holiday had been spent alone. Not completely so, as Neeva was a constant presence, and the two children had kept him busy during his time at home; however neither Viex'ha nor Pheletes had returned. A month had passed, and he had finally heard word from Pheletes’ squadron that their search for him had been called off– something he acknowledged with a detached interest and very little emotion, at least until he was in private, when he drowned them out with a few bottles of rare, expensive whiskey. He had known that they couldn’t afford to search for the hunter forever, and while he remained hopeful, he was also realistic; his lover was lost to him. This also brought about the question of what to do about the man’s young sister who had been living in Dath'anar manor when Pheletes had come to stay. All of the trackers he had hired to find Viex'ha had come back empty handed, having followed several leads that each came to a dead end, and after much thought, he had decided to let it be. He felt that she had to be alive and didn’t feel the finality that he felt with Pheletes…as a soldier, the trusted that gut feeling, no matter how much emotion he might have invested in the situation. He stood outside on the dining room balcony that overlooked part of the courtyard, gardens, and in the distance, the vineyard. Da'leniel was perched in the knight’s left arm, happily tugging on his father’s silver hair and blowing raspberries to get the man’s attention. Silvendiel looked down at his son and smiled. He would wait patiently for his son’s mother to return, and wondered if it would be with her husband in tow; but until then, he would simply have to focus his attention on work within Quel'thalas, and less on the battlefield away from home.

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The Hunter

Silvendiel had watched the hunter from the corner of his eye, even as he dodged and weaved his way through the throng of soldiers; the flow of Alliance enemies had been constant, but they fell quickly, almost too easily under the knight’s battalion of well-trained soldiers. These were the same soldiers who had become beaten and downtrodden several months earlier before the tides had turned in their favor.

As the battle had begun to slow, he had the chance to observe the hunter more intimately; he watched as the man’s arm pulled back the nocked arrow, one of his green eyes squinting closed before he let the arrow fly. This was something Silvendiel was quite familiar with, being an accomplished archer himself, and he could not help but admire the woodsman’s form. He watched as the hunter’s gaze moved smoothly between targets, and watched as an arm lifted to snag an arrow from his back before nocking it, aiming and releasing. Pheletes darted forward, slightly crouched as he found a better position, and the Blood Knight’s lips twitched upward on one side as their eyes met, albeit briefly.

There were no specific details about the hunter’s appearance that made him attractive to the knight. He was rather plain when Silvendiel thought about it, lacking the ultra-fine, angular features of the majority of their kin and rather simply garbed in average, unadorned clothing while not suited in his chainmail armor. Perhaps it was the unassuming display that he found attractive…a sort of handsome elven ruggedness unhindered by pretentious ideals.

Whatever it was, the knight had become quite enamored with studying the man while he was dutifully focused on the battle.

It was not the man’s appearance that had originally attracted him, but rather his mind. He thought that perhaps they were somewhat similar in that they both had an easy nature about them, but both also heavily guarded with their emotions in most things. Their connection had been instant, he thought; they fell into easy conversation that was laced with teasing jabs and whimsical fables…something the Blood Knight had thoroughly enjoyed, though it also reminded him of the beginnings of a previous relationship that had also begun on the very rock he and Pheletes had met upon.

As he continued to watch the hunter move, taking note of every small detail, every quirk, every subtle expression, he pondered where this  liaison might lead. The knight was hesitant as he always was; while his general thoughts on the matter of relationships had shifted -for the better, he supposed- he still felt the need to step back, to keep those walls firmly in place. However, curiously, the instinct to go forward was far stronger and this puzzled him greatly.

His eyes strayed over the strong jaw and fell to the hunter’s lips, now held in a flat line as he watched the moving throng of soldiers; lips that Silvendiel had tasted and teased and bitten until they had bled.

Eyes hooding, the Blood Knight lifted a waterskin to his lips and took several long pulls from it, his expression one of both thoughtfulness and desire. He had come to one clear, steadfast conclusion during this introspection: He did not plan on letting this one go anytime soon, and was prepared to do whatever it took to see this one through, for better or worse.

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Winter’s Veil

((Catching up on half-finished posts that go back to December... /slacker ))

Golden light flickered from a long row of thick ivory candles that lined the large windowsill of Dath'anar Manor's great room. The deep red curtains were draped with holly leaves and dried berries strung upon silver thread and a warm fire warmed the room; tiny strings of white lights had been draped across the mantle, and upon the polished stone surface sat several small baskets of red flowers laced with dark greenery.

The Sin'dorei were not known for their celebration of the seasons, as they saw very little of them in their somewhat sheltered, magically sustained lands; however, there were a few lingering traditions, and with the influence of the humans, and then the races of the Horde, many Sin'dorei families had taken up the celebration of the seasons. Dath'anar manor was currently decorated with festive Winter's Veil flair, albeit modestly so. As the Blood Knight looked around the room, he smiled softly at the small touches that his housekeeper, Neeva, had made for the holidays. This one was extra special, she had stated to him the week before; after all, there were now two elflings under the roof.  

He turned his attention to his mother's piano, the black polished wood gleaming in the candlelight. Neeva had went and bought a small potted tree, it seemed, and it was currently perched on the center of the piano, surrounded by a red tree skirt embroidered with silver branches and white snowflakes. A box sat next to the tree, and it was this that he stepped closer to see; within the box sat many different colorful baubles with hooks -- decorations for the tree, he assumed. Some were small bells, others frosted orbs, delicate leaves or diamond shaped crystals that created tiny prism rainbows on the surrounding surfaces.

Neeva had made sure that he would be home this evening and the next day; he had been working long hours, though he had requested, much to his horror, a temporary "agreement" with his superiors to keep him on paperwork duty a few days a week, something he loathed; however, with his own elfling at home, and now Pheletes' young sister living at the manor, he felt he needed to be closer to home.  After enduring a three-day covert recovery mission in Ashran, he had come back to find that he was the only one who had returned from missions that week.

Viex'ha, the mother of his child, had left on an important mission and had not come back.

Pheletes, his lover,  had been sent on a mission and had not come back.

To say that he wasn't worried, would not be truthful in the least bit. He trusted them both, in skill and intelligence, but their absence bothered him greatly. He was used to Viex'ha's spontaneous, sometimes lengthy disappearances...it came with the territory of her work, after all. Secret this and secret that. Pheletes, however... The knight frowned, his gaze flicking upward as Anica entered the room with Neeva. Neeva bore a plate of what appeared to be cookies and Silvendiel could easily catch the scent of ginger and molasses wafting through the air. Anica, he had noticed, was taking her brother's absence hard and was trying not to show it. He had spoken to her a few times, assuring her that her brother would return when he could, but her obvious fear and doubts were beginning to affect him. He himself was beginning to worry.

========== The holiday had been spent alone. Not completely so, as Neeva was a constant presence, and the two children had kept him busy during his time at home; however neither Viex'ha nor Pheletes had returned. A month had passed, and he had finally heard word from Pheletes' squadron that their search for him had been called off-- something he acknowledged with a detached interest and very little emotion, at least until he was in private, when he drowned them out with a few bottles of rare, expensive whiskey. He had known that they couldn't afford to search for the hunter forever, and while he remained hopeful, he was also realistic; his lover was lost to him. This also brought about the question of what to do about the man's young sister who had been living in Dath'anar manor when Pheletes had come to stay. All of the trackers he had hired to find Viex'ha had come back empty handed, having followed several leads that each came to a dead end, and after much thought, he had decided to let it be. He felt that she had to be alive and didn't feel the finality that he felt with Pheletes...as a soldier, the trusted that gut feeling, no matter how much emotion he might have invested in the situation. He stood outside on the dining room balcony that overlooked part of the courtyard, gardens, and in the distance, the vineyard. Da'leniel was perched in the knight's left arm, happily tugging on his father's silver hair and blowing raspberries to get the man's attention. Silvendiel looked down at his son and smiled. He would wait patiently for his son's mother to return, and wondered if it would be with her husband in tow; but until then, he would simply have to focus his attention on work within Quel'thalas, and less on the battlefield away from home.

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The Hunter

Silvendiel had watched the hunter from the corner of his eye, even as he dodged and weaved his way through the throng of soldiers; the flow of Alliance enemies had been constant, but they fell quickly, almost too easily under the knight's battalion of well-trained soldiers. These were the same soldiers who had become beaten and downtrodden several months earlier, before the tides had turned in their favor.

As the battle had begun to slow, he had the chance to observe the hunter more intimately; he watched as the man's arm pulled back the nocked arrow, one of his green eyes squinting closed before he let the arrow fly. This was something Silvendiel was quite familiar with, being an accomplished archer himself, and he could not help but admire the woodsman's form. He watched as the hunter's gaze moved smoothly between targets, and watched as an arm lifted to snag an arrow from his back before nocking it, aiming and releasing. Pheletes darted forward, slightly crouched as he found a better position, and the Blood Knight's lips twitched upward on one side as their eyes met, albeit briefly.

There were no specific details about the hunter's appearance that made him attractive to the knight. He was rather plain when Silvendiel thought about it, lacking the ultra-fine, angular features of the majority of their kin and rather simply garbed in average, unadorned clothing while not suited in his chainmail armor. Perhaps it was the unassuming display that he found attractive...a sort of handsome elven ruggedness unhindered by pretentious ideals.

Whatever it was, the knight had become quite enamored with studying the man while he was dutifully focused on the battle.

It was not the man's appearance that had originally attracted him, but rather his mind. He thought that perhaps they were somewhat similar in that they both had an easy nature about them, but both also heavily guarded with their emotions in most things. Their connection had been instant, he thought; they fell into easy conversation that was laced with teasing jabs and whimsical fables...something the Blood Knight had thoroughly enjoyed, though it also reminded him of the beginnings of a previous relationship that had also begun on the very rock he and Pheletes had met upon.

As he continued to watch the hunter move, taking note of every small detail, every quirk, every subtle expression, he pondered where this  liaison might lead. The knight was hesitant as he always was; while his general thoughts on the matter of relationships had shifted -for the better, he supposed- he still felt the need to step back, to keep those walls firmly in place. However, curiously, the instinct to go forward was far stronger and this puzzled him greatly.

His eyes strayed over the strong jaw and fell to the hunter's lips, now held in a flat line as he watched the moving throng of soldiers; lips that Silvendiel had tasted and teased and bitten until they had bled.

Eyes hooding, the Blood Knight lifted a waterskin to his lips and took several long pulls from it, his expression one of both thoughtfulness and desire. He had come to one clear, steadfast conclusion during this introspection: He did not plan on letting this one go anytime soon, and was prepared to do whatever it took to see this one through, for better or worse.