Asvari Dien

Witch of Illusions, Artisan, Stealer of Hearts

[evelynscourge]

Evelyn's fingers moved over his broad shoulders as he offered a polite compliment, one she felt more about acting as host than one designed for her. She might have left him be entirely that evening, let him play with others, if not for the fact she was glad to know he had not made the same mistake as some of the other council members, or that of her son, and had not shifted himself into some pompous title of grandeur that held no value. In truth she worried on Dracoth, but she was not going to argue with her son so publicly.

"I am enjoying seeing you get to finally do what you were elected to do," she noted, and beyond that, "and to see you outside of my apartments." Evelyn did not assume this had been because neither wanted to see the other with clothing on but because both were busy people. It was good things had aligned that evening. "You want to show me your favourite?" she suggested of the food as her fingers tenderly caressed the back of his neck, drifting into his soft hair.

[witchofillusion]

Asvari offered a warm smile, he had nothing but those for Evelyn. His appearance was carefully sculpted to look just a bit more perfect, just a tinge more otherworldly like the food. He made a tiny bow. “Council member Dien at your service,” he joked. “Business or pleasure?” he asked, a timge of humour just for her.

“My favourite?” He eyed the dishes. Chosen from various places. Requested to look not just delicious but expensive as well, even though they weren’t. “That is an awefully impossible choice. I did after all hand pick them, it would be a disgrace if I did not see them all equal.” He grinned and pointed at the large bowl of blue juice, sticks with miniature fireworks were standing upright in it, floating around whenever someone took a spoon to fill a glass.

[evelynscourge]

Evelyn exhaled sharply, his dismissal of her concern feeling all too familiar. It, at least, did not feel so bad coming from Asvari as it did coming from her son, but it still felt like a ridiculous notion to the woman that so many were ready to ignore the potential dangers that were coming their way in favour of turning a blind eye to it all. How would it help to pretend that things would simply be fine with no effort or change?

It was with that sharp sigh that her expression seemed to only soften further, a contrast to what one might have assumed would follow such a sound. "Because it won't be your choice," she responded gently, eyes seeking his as she laid against his form that could shift it's appearance with his will. "Everything your living for won't matter if you don't do something to protect yourself."

Evelyn's leaned further up his form, allowing her chest to rise over his and for her eyes to meet his gaze, nose almost touching his. "Stay with me," she requested. "In my home. Not here. I can protect you."

Hope. Her eyes glistened with it. Or maybe it was the fact they were begining to glaze over with the precipice of tears. She could only hope that she could protect him, that the walls of her home with the guild members she had watching it would do better for him than the apartment, hidden away as it was.

"You are my friend, and I do not wish to lose you prematurely. Please."

[witchofillusion]

There was confusion on Asvari’s face at first. He’d long since given up on having a home of his own. Despite that he now had a regular income, it was hard to reset his mind.

Evelyn’s home was splendid, and he would not mind the opportunity to share her bed more often, or to make use of her kitchen. But was it too close for comfort? Would it not change their dynamic all together? Yet she seemed so vulnerable and he knew saying yes was the sure way to please her. 

He touched the side of her face with his palm, warm from their lovemaking. “You are my friend as well,” he said. “But even if I do stay with you, there will be moments I will be out of your sight.”

[madkingmerry]

event: crowning the jester king

with: asvari ( @witchofillusion )

It's the most marvelous night, not only because there's a party and Merrymock naturally loves a party, but because this party in particular is the best sort of all. The kind that celebrates him! He's already consumed enough alcohol to inebriate an ogre but Merry's tolerance is unlike any other and so he only has his usual wobble to his step as he approaches an attractive yet familiar face. "You!" He points like an accusation to the illusionist. "Have been withholding to me! Indeed you have been." Merry waves a flourishing arm toward the decor, "Your skills are positively exemplary!"

[witchofillusion]

As an illusionist, Asvari was one who chased perfection. But he did think there were certain limits to it and he couldn't always get things the way he wanted them. His lips to a glass of water - for too much alcohol made him too fuzzy to keep his power going - and his eyes on the hall, the food looked just as splendid as it should, though reigned. "Withholding?" he smirked, then did a tiny bow. "I'd never withhold from you." He stepped closer and placed his empty hand on the jester's chest, smoothing out a wrinkle on his shirt. "Have I not always looked as good as a tasty meal?"

[witchofillusion]

"You look wonderful this evening," Asvari said, as he moved through the crowd with the workings of a host. He was not, but he'd set up the place, so he figured he had some right to be pretending he was celebrating himself as well. Their accomplishments, no matter how mad and bloody they'd proven to be. He'd keep morale high within the town's borders, his colleagues had their own jobs. "I trust you're enjoying the food?"

[evelynscourge]

Worried || Evelyn&Asvari

Since the death of the most recent council member the succubi had been spending more time at her apartments. There was a worry in her for the man she had been bedding, aware of his mortality each time he pushed himself beyond it when they took one another to bed. He could die at any second. A thought that had been but a fleeting thought regarding her own control at first, but now, that the outside world decided it had intentions to harm him had seemed to linger in her head.

The woman shifted within the soft sheets, lower on the bed than the man beside her, so horns did not hit the headboard, her cheek finding the witch's chest and lips finding his throat. Plush pinkness somewhat swollen and soft due to the meal she had made of him throughout the evening, sun having yet to fully rise but hints of it's warmth showing in the sky outside the window to the apartments, purples and reds coming through thin curtains. Her affection continued, hand wrapping around in core, age to her palms that no amount of feeding could hide, defined lines to them.

Evelyn was unsure how to word her worries, trying to find their organisation as she kissed his jawline, and her hand pushed up his chest to his shoulder, outlining his various muscles with the prints of her fingers. He wouldn't see her worry, she hoped, if he was distracted by other things, but in truth he had probably seen it on her face each night she was there since the deaths had occured. The way she checked her guards were nearby now, that she remained longer in the apartments, checked the cupboards and ice box for food.

Soon her kiss was lowering again, pressed to the shoulder closest to her. "Don't die, please," Evelyn whispered against his skin. "I would hate if you died."

@witchofillusion

[witchofillusion]

Asvari had always believed himself to be on borrowed time. He’d never thought he’d grow to this age at all, perhaps in the best case scenario. There had been so much danger since the moment his village had been attacked and the men slaughtered or taken. Danger had plagued him and the remnants for most of his youth, and with his ability he’d always been closer to it. He’d been close to death several times, hunted by it. It didn’t scare him. Not in the way it might scare most people. 

The one thing that did was not being sure why the danger was there, and why it was targeting council members. He’d taken the job to give himself more merit, a better reputation. He did not wish for it to be his downfall. After all, here he wasn’t hiding, he wasn’t being chased or hunted. Only now he was, and it irritated him to no end that he didn’t know why. 

He’d read the worry in Evelyn’s posture long before, the delicacies of non-verbal communication were his talent, to pick up on everything. Not to read emotions off of their faces, but to see how he could shift his own features to satisfy another. It came with the added benefit that he noticed the changes in others too. 

He looked down at her, spent and content. “Now why would I do such a thing?” he asked, keeping his voice light, though the worry in hers caught him off guard. He’d been a lone wolf for so many years, with only few actually caring for him. He was not completely certain how to act around such caring. “I have too much to live for.”

[madkingmerry]

The features of the one before him began to shift, the tiefling watched in awe with his mouth falling open into a surprised gape and before his brain could even fathom what was happening he was now face to face with ... with ... someone he did not recognize. There was a familiar set of dark brown hair, curled at the ends and messy, it clearly did not often know the touch of a comb through it and there he could see within the mess of them the jagged edges of a broken set of horns. The eyes were the most unfamiliar, yellow and burning with firelight but they were vivacious in an entirely foreign way that brought out the deepset darkness nestled beneath his lower lashline, a mixture of kohl liner and sleepless nights. There was a metal arm with a metal hand in place of one which should be made of flesh and the tiefling blinked at this obscure image before him, of one who was meant to be him, jarring him in a way he did not anticipate and could not have foreseen.

"It's--" his voice came out warbly and high, "It's almost a tiefling," he gestured to the head and its crown of missing horns, the metal of his own prosthetics glinting in the light that filtered through the window beside, drawing his attention to a similar metal limb affixed to his own body. A giggle started to erupt from somewhere deep within his chest despite himself, "Aha! Ahahaha! What a skill! What a talent! You've truly buckled my shoe! A doublet, a double, scabbled rubble, toil and trouble goes my cauldron bubble! How interesting! How divine! You're a mimic of mine!" All the while interspersed between his meaningless rhymes came out bubbling streams of wild laughter, it was pitchy and cacophonous and rang hollowly through the pub, turning the eyes of those around them and drawing their attention to the dual image of the cackling jester and the one sat beside him.

(tw: under cut for active self harm)

"My lord once bade me be singularly unique and you've rendered me entirely obsolete! There can only be but one so now we must compete!" The tiefling suddenly pulled a concealed blade from his belt and brandished it toward the other, his eyes burning wildly before he flipped the blade with adept quickness and turned it against himself, stabbing deep into his own thigh, unrestrained laughter exploding from his lungs, "Copy me now, mimic mine! Copy me now!"

[witchofillusion]

The change felt sudden. Asvari knew few who entertained the thought of sleeping with their copy, to see their own face looking back at them. But in this case, it had been a mere party trick. And he’d revelled in the poetry for only a moment before a knife was produced and slammed into the other’s thigh.

He certainly wasn’t going to copy that. The illusion fell away and a horrified Asvari stayed behind, his eyes on the knife, then on Merrymock’s expression. “What in the name of the deities are you doing?!” he cried.

[taurusvolkov]

Taurus didn't suspect anything, not that he'd have been too concerned with causing a scene over it either. Maybe he'd have politely told him to give them back, but even that was a stretch considering how much of the man's belongings had been saved and it would certainly give the wrong impression of the town if at least a few things didn't go missing. Wouldn't want the man getting confused and thinking the whole town was some sort of Utopia.

There were, fortunately, many taverns by the port. Most not exactly the most refined of locations, but they had drink and grub nonetheless and with the twinkling of compliment in the others eye Taurus lead the lot of them to one nearby. Inside were already a few sailors talking about the capsized boat, laughing at the man who had apparently sailed at the wrong time of year. His men seemed to join them and Taurus headed straight for the bar itself.

"Options I think might be limited to beer, wine and mead," he informed the man with bold lips. "Any of those sound appealing?"

[witchofillusion]

It was certainly not a fancy spot, but Asvari should’ve expected that. Only it was not outside of the port, meaning he would still have to make his escape later. Or he could find suitable company there. The Werewolf himself perhaps? He would have to see. He threw an illusion over his breeches and shoes, toning down their look to fit in with the scene. The great thing about his magic was that he could find a way to fit in no matter where he was.

Clothes made the man, after all.

His eyes shimmered as he was asked for his preference, flirtatious as always. “Today feels like a good day for a beer,” he stated, and later he might asked if they had spiced wine. Nothing better to quench the thirst.

[evelynscourge]

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The flush to his cheek felt an illusion, even if it was not, like an artistic brush to the portrait he painted, intended to illicit something specific from his audience. This soft warmth seemed to develop more heat as he removed her dress. He had seen her before, and unlike others seemed to understand the artificial nature of what she was, maybe because of his own. Evelyn certainly lacked the perfection some expected, elements of mortality to her that were unavoidable. There were healed white lines beneath her abdomen, slightly lighter than the rest of her skin that had come from the children she had carried, while there were also heightened sexual traits that were she to be fully human she might lack, like the full roundness of her breasts that seemed to sit without falling.

The heat of his cheeks took the rest of him and Evelyn's thigh wrapped around him as guided, feeling the softness of his pants against the back of her calf that curled around his backside, softly moaning as his fingers pushed up into her hair. He did not seem to intend to allow the garment to linger between them though, hand shoving between them with heated breath at her throat to withdraw his large cock from the confines of cloth, pushing against her wetness and becoming slick with her want. A want that became worse as he rubbed himself against her clit.

Evelyn did not sense the jest, rolling her hips against his cock and moaning as he played with her nipple. "Make me sense nothing but your cock stretching my wet cunt?" she responded, her nails dragging softly up the sides of the strange form he wore for her now. "Turn me around," she agreed with her own directness. "Push yourself inside me and we will both close our eyes and fuck until we're nothing but screams and sweat."

Once more her cunt rubbed his cock with need, however she pushed further, allowing the tip of his cock to push behind the lips of her pussy to the curves of her arse cheeks. "Maybe you could fuck any hole you want with my eyes closed, because I want you inside all of me," Evelyn offered, pussy against his pubic hair as his cock remained beneath her. Hands around the slimmer back he now wore as an art piece her nails softly caressed his shoulder blades, arms beneath his own. "My cunt, my arse, my mouth, put your cock, your tongue, your fingers, anything you want inside me," she smiled, her eyes closing prematurely because the face he wore was so strange. "Just close your eyes and feel me."

[witchofillusion]

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His jest was met with want, and for a moment he forgot he’d expressed it only to see her reaction, his hands eager as they explored and his mind racing to come up with the fastest and hottest way to turn her around. Asvari found sexual encounters enjoyable, while most often done to be a means to an end, he always placed himself in the position of the giver. He didn’t take, he presented and offered and begged.

He did not know that this was quite the opposite of what Evelyn desired. He wanted to fill the spaces of her desire, she wanted to have others use her to fill their own. 

Yet they made it work. Asvari’s face flushed at her words, he forced her legs to let go of him and turned her around, pushing her body against the wall. A smirk on his face as he played the part, wishing to live up to any expectation she might have. He buried his fingers into her hair, just shy of her scalp and pulled her head back as he pushed his cock between her butcheeks, teasing her. 

There was a clear hint of amusement in his voice. “Close my eyes,” he said, heated as he breathed down her neck. His other hand came up to wrap around her throat. “Feel you.” 

He let go of her hair and let his hand snake down, dragging fingers down her spine, helping himself as he brought the tip of his cock level with her vagina, then pushed himself inside roughly, pushing down on the small of her back to get a better angle. He then moved his head back and spit down the empty space between them, his saliva leaking to between her buttcheeks, and his fingers followed. His index finger teasing her hole with a rolling movement.

[madkingmerry]

Merry glanced at the touch directed to his metal hand, unable to feel it but he could watch it intently with rising interest at the way the other being stroked the cool metal with curiosity. The tiefling's gaze was pulled in the direction of Asvari's skin and watched with amazement at the way his skin seemed to ripple with magical effect and the visible figure displayed shifted. "Oho," the tiefling laughed softly, a twinkle in his flaming yellow eyes, "A kindred spirit." They were one and the same, it seemed, beings made for pleasure and enjoyment.

"That is a neat trick. Could you--" his voice caught in his throat before the suggestion could leave it and the twinkling light in his eyes seemed to flatten, "--look like anyone?" The tilt of his smile twisted toward a devious note.

[witchofillusion]

Asvari's touch to the other's arm wasn't solely for the pleasure, he was also eager to know how it worked, if he could replicate it, feeling and all. He studied the part as if it was a work of art - perhaps it was. His smile was one of triumph as his illusions did their work. Few had the ability to ignore their effect. His grandmother had always warned him not to use it out in the open like this, but she had been a hardened and cautious woman. And she'd never set foot in Destarin.

"I could," he assured the other. "Though I need to have known a person or have enough references to make it as believable." He looked at Merry closely, then let his imagination go, until he looked like the Tiefling in front of him. Or well, perhaps for one sitting two seats away, as there were obvious flaws to his illusion.

[taurusvolkov]

"I suppose what we can't see is likely too far out by now to concern ourselves with," he responded, his eyes still out on the water, presuming his own gaze would be more effective regardless. What he could see was, most certainly, washed too far out by the currents to risk his own life for, he didn't wish to end up pulled out into the ocean with no way back, even if he could handle the sheer cold that was likely deeper out in the ocean.

Even now as he stood there, dripping in ice water he seemed unaffected by the cold. Truthfully he was comforted by it, his generally warm body feeling at ease. "Man got lucky so many of us were nearby," he noted, aware from his appearance the other hadn't gone into the waters but Taurus knew not everyone could swim, not everyone had seen water before Destarin and so, like the mermaid had aided the man in his health, he could easily assume people had helped in other ways.

"I think we all deserve a drink, truthfully," Taurus asserted, a few of the wolves overhearing the man and offering little howls of excitement, as though they had not been in a tavern the night before, and the night before that... "Care to join us, handsome?" The wolf's easy sway of words was not necessarily flirtation but rather his way, complimentary regardless of the other's potential interest. Who didn't like being called pretty things?

[witchofillusion]

Asvari offered a kind smile. The man did indeed get lucky, any other day, any other time, he might’ve drowned with his wares. Lost his life or just his belongings. To start all over from scratch, not everyone had that in them. Most never recovered from such. “It is a good moment to lose one’s boat, if there ever was a good moment for such.” 

He touched a hand to his chest when he was offered to join. His pockets full of stolen things, he couldn’t ask for better company to escort him away from the busy port and perhaps far enough away that nobody would dare to check him. In the company of the rough man before him and those who howled in his company - werewolves, was Asvari’s guess - he would certainly not be questioned. 

“Handsome? How could I possibly say no, now?” he asked, batting his eyes. “Lead the way.” He added a silent ‘handsome’ that was only conveyed through his eyes.

[bellamychevasym]

Bella noticed the shift in his gaze, momentarily caught off guard by it, only not more distracted because he had said he was not a djinn. Perhaps he was something else that held a connection to flames, she was not sure, it was unique regardless and she watched with curiosity. "I am far better with my eyes than with my mind as well," she offered, though she meant in a way not quite akin to his.

"I shall keep it under consideration for when I find myself wildly wealthy," she waved her hand with dramaticism as she laughed, not thinking it as possible as the reality of it truly was. "You will be my first invite, I assure you."

'I do hope we meet again' sounded as though he were a traveller, sad, but not uncommon. "If you are still here I will make sure of it," she promised him, though her eyes shifted to the stage where her friend was arriving. "How is it I should find you, if you are still in Destarin?" she asked, obvious she would be taking her leave momentarily.

[witchofillusion]

Asvari smiled, clearly having met a like-minded soul, even if he did not know her meaning was different from his. “I will keep you to that promise,” he countered, a happy smile on his face. Even if it did not happen, he did find himself entertained with the notion that it could. Perhaps by the time she was widely wealthy, he’d have moved on from Destarin, perhaps he’d made enough money to retire and only paint for his own leisure. 

Nodding at her body language and aware she was about to leave the conversation, he considered the question. Having no home or place of business, he wasn’t that easy to find. But he did want to offer her something, some way to contact him. “I am at the docks daily,” he told her. “Always in the morning when the ships arrive.” Mostly to find new targets for either his painting or his thieving. “I am sure we’ll spot each other.”

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[madkingmerry]

The joking from the other being was met by the tiefling with full-throated and hearty laughter. "Give me your recommendations regardless," Merry spoke between giggles, "Perhaps a negotiation can be reached." The tiefling pointedly flicked the flame of his yellow gaze up and down their figure, appraising them with a contented yet thoughtful expression. "The slapping and choking is non-essential though I would happily educate you on the subject if you wish it," he gave a slight inclination of his head. "In truth, there is nothing I will not do. I can be crude," he leaned in closer to the other and the pitch of his voice lowered to a suggestive purr, "or I can be amorous," he lifted the metal of his prosthetic hand and trailed the cool touch of his fingers against his own neck, sensually dragging them lower to fiddle with the lacings of his blouse tied at his clavicle. "If you wish it, I can sing you a symphony of vowels and turn you into poetry."

[witchofillusion]

Asvari’s eyes sparkled further, enjoying the laughter his jest was met with, and the other’s intention. He knew few who so openly spoke about their wishes, and he found it very refreshing. He did not mind the chase, he did not mind changing his appearance to be as enticing as possible in the hopes of finding a place to stay. But sometimes it was nice when an opportunity presented itself without him having to work for it too much. As Merry leaned in close, Asvari let his eyes study the other, going from looking at him directly to staring at his lips. He slightly leaned forward as well, biting his lower lip when Merry dragged fingers over his own skin. He wished to know what the metal felt like, he wanted to see if he could copy it, but also he relished the idea of a cool touch in the heat of the moment. “I’m always interested in broadening my horizons,” he said, voice hot. He reached out a hand to touch Merry’s prosthetic hand, a thrill rushing through him, and let his fingers explore the surface. “To be turned into poetry however, If you’d have me, I’d dance to your every word.” He linked a finger on his other hand with the hem of the blouse, skin slightly touching skin. “I’m very good at following orders,” he said, pulling at the fabric. “I’m very good at following suggestions. I’m even better at being whatever people want me to be,” he added, and his skin rippled as he let the magic flow over himself, altering his appearance quickly, growing broader, leaner, darker, lighter, more feminine and more masculine in quick succession in front of the other’s eyes, until it all fell away and his true appearance remained. Clearly they were made from similar cloth, there to please their lover, but Asvari - despite how the idea of choking and slapping felt against his being - did relish in a challenge.

[taurusvolkov]

Helping Hands || Taurus&Open

The man's muscles tightened as he dragged a heavy chest from the waters. The winter winds were not kind and those who did not know the waters around Destarin were likely to find themselves taking on water, as this small vessel had approaching the docks. Others had also offered aid, a mermaid having saved the man abroad, like some child's fairytale, and telling those nearby many of his supplies were washing up beneath the boards of the docks.

Taurus and the members of his pack he had been working with that morning had taken to the man's aid, along with a few others, as he coughed up water before the mermaid who checked him for various signs he may have been injured. It seemed he had come with a great deal, a merchant perhaps as the ship did not indicate much wealth with how easily it had been sunk.

Turning to the person beside him as he let the heavy chest drop from his palm and onto the wooden panels of the dock he let out a heavy sigh. "Did you see anything else?" he asked them, unsure if they needed to return once more to the waters.

[witchofillusion]

Asvari was not one who easily swam in water, but once he saw the boat capsize and the people reach forward to aid, he found himself at least tied to the location for longer than he intended. Attempting to navigate from a distance, trying to find if anything else was lost to the waves. He watched thusly, and only lend his strength to haul contents further onto the shore. 

When the werewolf with rippling muscles heaved a chest that could perhaps weigh as much as the Illusionist onto the docks, he found his job was mostly done. He did not think much of what had sunk now was worth diving for. And thus when the question was asked, Asvari wondered if he looked like a man who’d gone to water himself. For a moment he contemplated wetting his outfit with his power, but he decided against it. “I’m afraid I have not been down there myself,” he admitted. “Thus I cannot say for certain, but my bystander’s guess is that all that was worth being saved had indeed been saved.”

[bellamychevasym]

The woman gave a soft nod, curious that he might think she were a local from speaking with her given her mentions of time at court, the thickness of her accent, and her mentioning of being from Withermore. "I think you are a more effective on appearance than words," she countered, unsure if he had been paying much attention to the factual elements of what she was saying so much as the concepts. An artists interpretation of words rather than a literal one.

"I'm not sure I could handle someone in my home so much," she noted, his temperament not quite a match for her own she believed she could take it on with such consistency, but gave a slow rise to her shoulders in a gentle shrug. "Fortunate for both of us I have none, well not so much as to buy some portrait of myself for my own observation and vanity. Certainly I don't think I could ever have enough to justify a collection of painters at my disposal even if I could fathom emotionally having my home filled in such a way." Wealth surely did know no bounds in some it seemed.

"It is my own," she agreed of his admittance he might like this lifestyle. "Success and wealth are stark different things to desire. Much like you I wish to only be skilled and have people enjoy what I make, gold is but a necessity at this point. Perhaps one day we will find our way to whatever it is we want," she put out into the universe. "Maybe when we find that we will be mutual appreciators of art, trading attire and canvases."

[witchofillusion]

Asvari smiled. “Clearly I am,” he agreed. “My imaginative mind has a stronger aptitude than my clear observations. I should’ve stuck with them instead of grow excited with the prospect of some kind of forbidden and longing love story,” he noted. He too had once lived a forbidden love story, and while he pretended he had no interest in romance, he could not help but imagine others in such situations. Even if hers was not forbidden, and he knew not if it were indeed a story of love, he enjoyed the momentary excitement over it. He waved his hand in front of his face and when he removed it his skin had a warm sheen of the desert, his eyes the colour of flames, and were lined with kohl. As if he could be a djinn from the stories. “I am much better with what I can see,” he admitted in jest. Though he wondered if she recognised his attempt to copy a Djinn. 

The illusionist let out a chuckle. He too could not imagine. He did not have a home of course, but he found it odd that those with great houses and great wealth did not mind having servants run around their place. It sounded too crowded. Even if the servants were there to serve you, there was a certain imbalance that he did not like it. He did not mind being one of the servants of course, but if he had a great fortune of his own, he’d rather have his privacy. “Perhaps if you do come into money, you can simply invite them over, have a great many painters come through who each paint you to the best of their skills. Personally, if I were to have paintings of myself, I’d like to see myself through as many eyes as possible.” 

He smiled kindly. “I would not mind such,” he expressed. “If we do find it, I do hope we meet again to share our happiness over the erasure of needing money to survive. To be paid to do what we do best and not worry, it is a dream, but if one of us succeeds, we can give hope to the other?” he asked. Though he didn’t think he’d ever be out of the woods. He had people searching for him, he was actively stealing. There was no rest for the wicked, and even if he wasn’t particularly wicked, he had been taught there was certainly no rest for those with skills that others could use. His ability could bring great joy, but it could be useful as well. It was why he’d hidden it when he’d worked at court, and it was why he openly flaunted it here, in hopes of finding coin and work in it. 

[evelynscourge]

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The man stayed close. Not unfamiliar. Even the first night he had been in her bed she had risen from her sleep with his head against her chest, his slow sleepy breath against her skin. Even others could be the same, exhausted from their energy she pulled from the air. It was nice, regardless, that he kept not only his hold on her as she had weakened slightly in his arms, but his presence, breath warm and tickling her skin as he laughed.

The appearance he gave was certainly not her preference, the warm sunburnt beard not half so appealing as the dark chocolate he tended to wear. He had made himself younger, more lean, and that did appeal, not because Evelyn much cared for age but because younger always felt easier. Younger did not expect things and even if she knew Asvari himself was older than the face he wore now her instinctual reaction still seemed to make the shift set her at ease.

A shivering moan left her lips when he pushed against her, nerves raw and still slick with arousal. Whatever the face he still managed to illicit a reaction and his cock, so far as she felt through his attire, did not feel reduced. "Less," she whispered as she felt fabric being dragged up her form, allowing for him to remove it entirely if he so wished now. It was intended as a compliment hidden in the insult, the illusion not half so appealing as the face he desired to wear and show to the world.

Still at his request she began to pull at the fabric worn over his chest, dragging it up over the more slender form he presented. Evelyn half expected the illusion to fall away as she threw the item to the ground but it did not, the same unfamiliar face before her, shifting her eyes down it to the slopes of his shoulders, muscles smaller. Not unappealing but strange to consider it was Asvari beneath. His presence had never felt so subdued as in this illusion.

"Definitely less," she assured him, her nose trailing the side of his as her lips reached for ones half as slender as they had been before. Perhaps if she drained enough of his energies she could force the illusion to fall away. If it did not at least it would be a show that she was right, that he did have potential beyond pickpocketing. If it did, well, she got the face she preferred back.

[witchofillusion]

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Asvari grinned, the new face shifting slightly. He played with it for a moment but decided to leave it as it was. He was blushing slightly, which he allowed to be visible on his face as she pulled his shirt over his head. He returned the favour as he took the dress over hers, his mouth salivating at the sight of her. He’d made love to her before, but he still found himself completely at the mercy of her perfect shape. 

His hands reached for her again, one snaking around her back and into her hair, the other on her thigh as he buried his face into the gap between her shoulder and neck, and pushed his hips more forcefully against her. 

His illusion didn’t so much as falter, but any other illusion he still kept around Destarin did for a moment. As he dragged a moan from his own lips, breathing hot against her skin. 

He held her up against the wall as he reached between them with one hand to pull his trousers and undergarments down, guiding his cock upwards against her clit. He didn’t enter her just yet, merely used the angle to create friction between them, his cock and balls wetting from her arousal and earlier high, and his head spinning.

The hand that hand freed his arousal was once again on her nipple, flicking the delicate flesh between his fingers. 

His breathing heavy as he moaned into her skin. “If you don’t wish to see this form,” he whispered with a smile to his voice. “I could turn you around, have you from behind.” He said it in jest, more to please than anything. He was not one to demand, but request and obey. This however he was comfortable with and might perhaps satisfy her more.

[madkingmerry]

"I was saving that for later," the tiefling pouted when the other cleaned away an errant drop of mead from Merry's chin but the pout was quickly gone and replaced once more with his usual broadly grinning demeanor for nothing kept his smile away for long, not even a neutral expression. "I am well. I am always well! I have dear friends, a warm hearth, fully belly and all the alcohol I can drink! I can ask for nothing more save for someone to warm my bed beside me for a night or three. Throw in someone who will choke me and slap me and I'll be the happiest alive! You don't happen to have any recommendations, do you?"

[witchofillusion]

Asvari continued to smile with great affection, eyes lighting up as Merry explained his good fortune. It did indeed seem like he was doing well. The Illusionist had not half of those things on a daily basis, but he made due, and he was working on them. Yet the idea of having a hearth of his own seemed almost impossible.

He was not a person to settle in a bed he owned, hadn’t for most of his life. He was far too afraid that if he found one, it would manage to slip through his fingers eventually.

“A night or three?” He chuckled. “Two nights is not an option? That takes away a whole lot of recommendations I was about to give to you,” he joked. He took a few sips from his glass. Part of him wanted to recommend himself. To have a place to stay at for three nights seemed a good deal. But he’d never choked another before. “Are the slapping and choking essential? Or would you be open to showing someone the ropes?”

[bellamychevasym]

"I will play," she agreed, glancing around the space, separating internally those she knew from those she did not since it would be quite unfair to guess for those she did. "But you must say what you assumed for me first," she requested. Clearly her assumption of him had been immediate, she had asked him if he was a djinn, from the smokey scent on him to his handsome skin shades darker than her own, like the sun had warmed him in ways it never had her.

The young vampire shook her head, "I fear I would never have any money, and you might never perform any other works I would be requesting so many," she smiled softly. There was a way she was and a way she saw herself as well. No one could ever fully look the way they imagined they did, even if they knew how they looked as they left their homes with a quick glance in a mirror the weather, their movements, the day, eventually shifted that state but for Bella it went somewhat beyond it. She only ever seemed to recall the absence of her wings when she attempted to move them, attempted to act with them, but whenever she imagined herself they were there. It would have been nice to have something that showed how she saw herself.

"That is true," Bella acknowledged. The blessing her sire had always had. His wealth let him do as he liked where as other's did not have the same position to them. "I never considered gold until Destarin. I had people I was in the possession of that took care of things for me until I came here, it was a challenging shift. Perhaps that might work better for you if you don't desire wealth specifically," she suggested. Being in the possession of her family had not been a comforting sort of care but when she had been with Valentin, unconcerned by gold, it had been a more positive experience. Having someone to tend to things did not always have to mean they used it to take advantage as her parents had, or as Merry's lord had, or Notelaih's masters. She could imagine it were possible for this man to find someone who wished to look after him. "To simply not worry on necessities might be more appealing than the responsibilities of such wealth."

[witchofillusion]

Asvari's eyes twinkled and he nodded, making a face that suggested he was thinking back on when she'd first spoken to him. "Before you spoke," he said, a hand under his chin as he leaned his elbow on the table. "I thought you were perhaps one of those who came from a court and now hides away in Destarin." He grinned then. "But when you spoke I assumed you were in fact a local with a great love story, searching for a creature of great power." His eyes were alight with amusement. When he'd hidden at court, he'd heard many tales of loves and adventures from those who were housed there, and they were shown in the paintings hanging from the walls too. Lives and adventures he'd never have, but which he could live through.

He chuckled. "So if you were to have money, I'd have a full-time job, that doesn't sound too bad," he commented. "I could be your personal in-house-artist." He thought for a moment, there were not many things he was direct enough to share, the vagueness of his previous employ was there for a reason, he did not wish to be connected to the place he'd left in a hurry, and the princess he'd been forced to leave behind.

"I did my training for a master who had three more apprentices, and we all worked for the same house. They would request grandious works of art that took up whole walls. Now, if you were to come into money, I would not mind getting a few apprentices myself," he joked.

He nodded, his face slightly changing as she mentioned having been in possession of others. He understood to a point, he hadn't been himself, but he'd been forced to do what he did in order to protect his grandmother and those left of the village. Only now in Destarin did he have complete freedom. Before his only freedom had been his illusions. "You say it very well, to simply not worry about necessities is perhaps the dream I have. To have a place to stay, food to eat, and when needed: new clothing to wear."