Vivian drew quiet breaths. One hand supporting her chin as the azure eyes twinkled at the melodrama of Lucia’s subordinate, the flame witch Lina. Small smile on her red lips, as her nails dug into the flesh of her palm as she giggled lightly at the unusual antics. There was quite the difference in behavior between her subjects. She found Sylvanas, a woman she barely spoken for and made judgmental accounts to, frigid and baring no pleasure towards Vivian. The other was Mortimer. Although not formally introduced, she was not sure what opinion he would share with her had the two to sit and chat. It had been clear from each one bound to Lucia that her Undead, that the usual moan and groan of the undead was something for fairy tale books or hocus pocus graveyard shenanigans in movies and films. Instead of the slow and hunched movement of these Immortals, they each had a personality and a quality to serve Lucia to the best of their abilities. Assassins, Fire Witch, Huntress…each carved as a means to Lucia’s growing family. But to what end? Merely to salvage the soul just for it to be an obedient servant? Or was it more goal mechanic in mind? An army she was attempting to raise and for that reason why? There was still much more to discover about Lucia, her knowledge, her fierce passion, and of course what she could learn from the woman herself both mentally and spiritually. A foot shifted under the table, toes curled as Vivian softly petted the outer fabric of Lucia’s leg. It was a small gesture to show she was enjoying the company as a soft gaze lingered over her for a moment before sipping more at the Cultured blue beverage. Eyes moved with, like flints striking together causing a spark of azure as she looked to the Fire Witch, Lina once more. Her merriment seemed to be filled with happiness; she did not seem encumbered by strings attached to her hands as a would-be puppet. Vivian giggled at the two, not that it was fire or ice on display, but Vivian was perhaps more attuned to Lina as she watched her melodrama continue and unfold like a scene. The older woman simply smiled at both, having a good time being inducted into this little family so to speak. When there was a sudden stall in the conversation, Vivian removed her chin from her hand and sat straight once more, her foot continued to stroke Lucia’s leg under the table giving attention and affection even if the two were apart by solid wood. With her gentle blue eyes moving towards Lina, she finally broke a somewhat intense glare with the ‘Miss’ and began to apply her energies from mere space and whim. Vivian’s eyes squinted, as she mostly did when studying something interested her or the like. It had caused a brief stop in her petting as Lina pulled from the fabric of the dimension some interesting ‘lights.’ She would not claim to understand the origin of these flickering lights that had drawn her eyes into the gaze of that scene. But she was curious enough, stroking Lucia’s leg once more with the flat of her foot and toes. Without stop and with motivation only to be lulled in voice towards Mortimer asking for support, Viivian giggled, she could see very much of herself in that Fire Lich, Lina. The soft giggle quieted as the abrupt question had caused a sour note from his playing. The ghostly servant seemed to be off put by the simple request causing the older female to flicker with amusement as she watched the two talks with one another. A flaring smile when the sweet voice of Lucia was heard, bewitching her ears. Immediately she turned with a liquidly, long purple hair stretching off her shoulder as it pilled towards her back. She leaned in, a small gaze on her date as she spoke of trying something different and unique. Vivian could not help but smile more brightly, “Of course. I have but an adventurous spirit both in and out of game. I can hardly say no to a little difference. Besides, new things excite me to no end. And I must be the one to rush head long into it even if it might spell a little disaster. But this entire thing seems more than fantastical. With all this lovely company, I can see you are never truly alone.” Vivian had replied, giving knowledge to some of her more unique tastes of being different. She was not one to be shunned away by people, but she encouraged differences in others to make them feel more human and unique to any world in or out of the game. Being so vanilla was daunting and it was mundane. Vivian was one who would rather live in a world of dark pastels and creamy colors, rather than drab black, white and grey. Soft hands worked towards Lucia’s face, a thumb pressed against her cheek with an alluring gaze as she stroked it tenderly, “I am more than willing to explore the ends of the world with you if only given the chance to do so. You may call upon me anytime you desire and we shall make the best of the evening no matter what.” In response to Lucia’s wanting to share the experience and culture with another. Vivian kept an open mind on such things, she would not something so beautiful be snagged away like a fire becoming dull and doused. With a gentle hum, she moved back into her seat, keeping a hand resting over Lucia’s as she tangled the digits into a small clasp as they spoke more on Vivian’s lack of knowledge towards her own art. With a careful and immersive look, Vivian slowly nodded her head as Lucia spoke. True words, she had yet to peel the vanilla dimension of her spells because she was lacking the art and motivation to create something fancy with her Mastery. With a tilt of her head, Vivian became simply bewildered. “I was not aware Malefimancy could be used as such. My interest is piqued, please share your knowledge. Perhaps with a little refinement as you say, we could both learn from previous revisions?” Knowledge was one of her weaker points. The more she had, the more dangerous the witch would become. Because knowledge was the most fundamental idea one could have to pull leverage for something and it made people break down to bended knee if it should be that case. To Vivian, knowledge was power and she would revel in it anyway she could. “Please…do go on~” her foot once more gliding over Lucia’s leg, her fingers rubbing over her knuckles as to tenderize her flesh, just to keep things close and intimate while the food was prepared.
Once upon a time Vivian would have been very disappointed. During her initial stages, her undead had been those that Vivian was more familiar with. Sylvanas the strong and frosty woman had once been an empty shell, decrepit and decomposed, damaged from battle in a way Lucia wasn't experienced enough to repair. Someday if Vivian was ever curious, Lucia still had pictures, she kept a log on Sylvanas's growth purely because of her inexperience at the time. Back then the elf woman was missing an ear, a huge hole in her skull from blunt trauma, flesh peeled back away from half of her face, an eye missing and wounds all over her body. Back then she was like those undead from the movies and tales, slow, dull, clumsy but with intense physical strength. She was a monster back then, but as Lucia grew more refined, so did her technique. Coupled with Illumancy, it had given birth to 'Sacred Blight' which brought back the liveliness to her undead. Certainly though, Lucia's goal was more complex then it seemed on the surface, her ambition much more then merely causing a stir or spreading fear. If Vivian had paid attention to those few subordinates she had, not only in the event, but also just at Lucia's side, their uses would be clear, Assassins, Knights, Mages, from all walks of life, with their own skills to bring to the table. They were 'talents' ones that weren't merely useful for fighting after hearing Mortimer's music or seeing Lina's attempts at cooking. Lucia's goal of creating a culture from nothing, of being a patron saint for a whole race was bearing it's own fruit little by little. When Vivian began stroking her leg though, Lucia chuckled sweetly in response, sliding her own a bit higher, aiming for thigh with a warm smile. Though the first to react wouldn't have been Lucia, instead, if Vivian had glanced towards Lina, she'd see the Lich's gaze suddenly dart towards her. A sidelong glance with a grin that was slowly curling into a provocative smirk. Behind that gaze was a silent statement, a playful 'dare' to continue to tease under her watch. The fiery lich much like the element that washed about her flared up and burned brighter with competition, with provocation, simmering and blazing. "Ho ho ho~ Everyone's so close it makes me a little jealous. Hur hur... Why does no one ever include me in these little games." She spoke leaning over the table, even slipping onto the edge with a hip. One hand touched down with idle fingers sliding across the surface but her touch left a bright glowing trail that bubbled briefly before settling as it moved. "Miss is so mean, not giving me any attention despite trying so so hard~" She spoke with a curl of her tongue, once more a light ring of smoke flew from her lips as she shifted her gaze from Vivian to Lucia, coyly trying to encourage and appeal. While Lina acted out in order to not be undone though, Lucia merely raised a soft and slender hand towards the lich. A sweet smile on her face as she stroked the woman's fiery red hair. "I'll give you some time later if you want to trade places with Sylvanas. Be patient for me okay?" Lucia encouraged knowing she shouldn't push Lina too far away. The lich grew fiercer and more demanding with every refusal. Taking the chance to placate her, Lina slowly withdrew, seeming a little disappointed but at the same time not turning down the opportunity. Instead, she began working the pair of ethereal lights she'd been juggling once more with her palms. The help from Mortimer came from a series of small glass bottles he was beginning to pull from his gentleman's jacket. Each one contained plant materials or powders of some kind. "I'll not lend you anything volatile, make do with these." Mortimer tried to draw a line, but as if she hadn't even heard, Lina reached across the table, grabbing three before pulling out portions of the contents and kneeding them into the lights. "G-Geh, you actually took three?!" Mortimer seemed wounded almost. "Hehe, it's for our Miss's special day~" "The time it took to gather them though." "We can always hunt for more~" "We'll all help Mortimer, for now, just let her make something good." Enjoying the playful stroking though, Lucia relaxed while the pair worked their way through creating a meal. The talk about never being alone though made Lucia's smile a bit gentler. It was true she was never really alone, but she didn't trust players any more. Not after her first adventure. People were selfish, people were self-interested and didn't contribute to the group if they didn't have to. She couldn't trust the players which was why she didn't go into town. As a necromancer she couldn't trust NPCs which compounded her reasons for staying out in the wilderness or in her own territories. "It's a little safer this way, but it does feel a little lonely being the only one alive. Someday I think that'll change, but it won't be soon. If that's the case though, I'm sure you'll find all of them very nice after getting to know them." Lucia couldn't help chuckling faintly knowing that her ambitions required a great deal to achieve. Her subordinates though, Lucia was proud of each of them. They were clever, interesting, and fresh in her own mind. She couldn't praise them enough as a whole or individually. Though with Vivian sliding out of her chair and stroking her cheek. Lucia turned her head faintly to press her face into Vivian's touch. A warm grin on her face as she spoke with a soft shake of her head. "Why not? Whether it's pulling the ziggaurat to my territory, or finding someone new to add to the family, it would be a lovely adventure, though I worry you might feel a little crowded." She teased back knowing that bringing an army like the Tal'darim or the Winter's Claw might be a little suffocating for someone not used to large scale warfare. She'd speak reaching up to take Vivian's hand after a while, turning it to give the back of her palm a soft and sweet kiss before she pulled it away. Holding hands though, Lucia hummed in thought, wondering on exactly how she could explain the intricacies of Malefimancy. "It is a complicated kind of magic, one that a lot of people don't understand. Honestly because of the large powerful bosses, it's hard to understand the benefits of any magic." Lucia opened with a half lidded gaze. After all, Lucia had done rediculous amounts of research and reading to make it where she was now. To be able to reproduce Lina's magic, to be able to utilize Sans and Papyrus's obscure methods of spell casting. Even Mortimer's and Sylvanas's methods of combats that she was unfamiliar with as a mage. The only one she had no idea about at the moment was Alice. "Malefimancy is rot and corruption, but it's also physical ailments like 'bleed', 'poison', 'blindness'. There are a lot of curses that change attributes as well. Or, you have the type like mine that drains meters, such as health, energy or even food, thirst and rest. A lot of the larger bosses have very high resistances to these effects, so you won't see them trigger really effectively. I've used them to survive in the wilderness though." Lucia explained with a soft smile. Once Vivian sat back down, Lucia would try to gingerly lift her legs up and place them softly in Vivian's lap. Letting the girl digest her explanation, as if to try and supplement it though, Mortimer who was bringing his instrument back up to prepare to continue began to speak. "It is also important to note that there are not merely western means of magic. The Matriarch's magic is more inclined with eastern daoist magics. A magic user's greatest strength, even back in my era, has always been imagination more then anything else." Mortimer offered, being one of Lucia's more ancient undead, he was the only one with an ancient and story-like history as an historical figure. As if not satisfied by either though, Lina snorted a small puff of smoke as she shook her head firmly. "If you want advice on dark magic the best ones to compare notes with would be the idiot twins. As much as it pains me to comment, the darkest of the Miss's powers went into raising them. Any other advice wouldn't come from the 'source'. As a Pyromancer in life, the 'source' has always been very important which was one of the reason the privledged fought to hear the words of Azogg." Lina complained with a fiercely furrowed brow, kneading the plants into oblivion until the lights began to change color from ethereal glows into murkier glows with shimmering impurities.
Vivian stroked the long curls of her hair as she watched them converse more. Lina who was much like her flaming personality was full of passion and fire. She seemed jealous of the relationship between Lucia and the Malefimancy With. Although even as she said little words, she could sense something between the two of them. Her eyes batted carefully and with attention to the conversation, if Lucia was inclined to do so, Vivian wouldn’t mind a taste of that hot hip as it was revealed from the corner of the table. She would lick that coursing hot flame skin clean of fire and placed with moist, tender flesh for her to sink her body over. Vivian’s azure gaze meandered towards Lucia as she gave Lina some comforting words from the small exchange between the two while asking for patience. The Witch had wondered if it was OK for her to say that openly. Vivian leaned over her palm as she looked at Lucia with a wild glance. “She is a persistent one, is she not? That hot seduction can burn traces over anyone who was not careful. I bet she is a wild one. Is that why you enjoy me so much? Am I wild, Lucia?” she giggled softly, her words closed off to just the two of them as she spoke in a hushed tone. Vivian watched the crazy antics between Mortimer and the chef, Lina. Her eyes squinted to see how she was performing such feats while just kneading peculiar lights stemmed from unknown origins. It was a craft she was unable to make clear. Like a rubrics cube trying to be solved. There was a gentle touch of her thigh though, once more of course, their playful foots were just as playful as their hands as they crossed into one another. Vivian was enjoying the attention, and hopefully Lucia was as well. It was a night for the two of them to explore more of their relationship and of that learning more about her culture of the undead. She was a Matriarch as the Gentlemen had called her, Miss from Lina. Each one of these titles called forth a sort of nobility and of course to the human world around them on Terra she was also a Duchess. Even though she was of sort things, Vivian had found herself to be alone with her undead most of the time instead of being in crowded world cities. Peaceful and a perhaps with likeminded souls. She could see this becoming much more than what it was though, an entire section of a city with its own undead culture brought to life by this magnificent woman. Her attention was snapped with Mortimer’s words of ‘volatile.’ Vivian’s eyes roamed to the duo once more and could only help a soft giggle from the two of them. Poor Mortimer was utterly defeated by the boisterous Lina who seemed to be doing all she could to please the Miss. It was somewhat endearing, Vivian only nodded towards Mortimer and a small mouthed ‘thank you,’ from her lips as they all agreed to help him with gathering new specimens for use later. It was a trip she would happily go on with Lucia as well, she had wanted to enjoy more of her time in Terra with all of them although she was not too sure if she and Sylvanas would see eye to eye at all. Almost as if reading her mind, Lucia spoke about being alone and how it was safer than being with actual players. Their tender hands moved delicately into playful patterns as they spoke. The purple haired woman could only help but smile at her date and nod, “Well, I am more than willing if you are. I want to spend more time with you as well, I am alive after all. And of course, I am sure there are more open minded players out there who should be seen such beauty that you offer. It could change this entire game.” She was unsure if her words could reach Lucia in a way to make her feel more acceptable to people. Vivian was drawn to them because they were so wild with thought and uniqueness. Of course there was many more that were generic and easily washed away with other white sheep. But there were a few she found interesting along her journey. On cue, Vivian smiled as their hands rolled with their fingers. “Nonsense. I am a people-person. Even if they are undead, they still have a personality and uniqueness to them. I would be more than happy to become part of your dream or whatever goals you wish to achieve you may use through me as well. We are all here for you, Lucia. Even those who are not bound to you, they will realize your dream as well. It is good to be ambitious. I think it’s hot.” She said with a mild smile over her curved lips. She would drink in the more obscure uses of Malefimancy as Vivian leaned in with interest about it. She was ambitious as well; her goals which she rarely spoke of seemed to stem from just wanting knowledge on the unknown and being that of some what a controlled chaos. Her mind was wrapping around the words Lucia spoke of carefully. She would bite down on her lower lip in thought as her mind took in the knowledge given. She hummed in thought for moment thinking on that and began to mentally prepare something for the future to test out some theories. Sitting with both feet on the ground, the sudden movement caught Vivian off guard as she felt a pair of feet sit on her lap. She made no movement only to allow Lucia to become more comfortable as they sat. Words from Mortimer came out as wisdom that seemed to interject into their conversation. Much like Lucia, his time in the world was much more historical as she was able to recall from the Miss. She listened carefully to his words and nodded even more information to try out and theorize upon later. Lina seemed well endowed with being a mage as well and could not help but offer some fiery advice as well. Vivian’s azure eyes moved from the Gentleman to the Chef with simple curiosity as she worked into her speech. Tilting her head at Lina, she watched and listened as she multitasked, all the while a free hand unoccupied seemed to stretch over Lucia’s foot as her nails gently caressed her ankle making small playful spirals upon her flesh. Lina would recall the Source of power and the darker arts towards the twins. Vivian’s brow raised in question to this statement, “Twins? And the source of dark magic as a whole? Is there even such a thing in this world? I would be interested in bathing in such secrets and knowledge, if only to expand my mind of course.” Though it was now told, her interest in finding the source of dark magic was quite erotically desired by her. Vivian hand was preoccupied with Lucia’s foot and ankle, her fingers digging into the stress marks of her foot as to slowly nudge them away, but all the while her mind was in trance and thought to the darker tresses of her mind. She wanted to know those secrets, to be submerged in them. Yes. That would be quite enjoyable.
Lucia couldn't help but chuckle at the clash, Lucia wasn't exactly naive to Lina's possessiveness or Vivian's teasing. Instead, she simply smiled brightly as if oblivious to it, content with what was happening around her. Lina and Vivian were both precious to her after all, playing hard to get a tiny bit wasn't too cruel she thought. Though for Lina there were various other issues preventing her from being too close to the undead lich for a time longer. "Well, I can't say 'wild' is the reason. Can't it be more special? Something in the way you are, whimsical, relaxed, comforting and soft~ As for Lina though, she was once a part of Azogg's Cult in life. It stands to reason she'd be so fiery and passionate right? While we're on the topic of 'Source' and the dao, Lina's made extraordinary achievements in Flame." Lucia tried to explain. Heat and fire consumed Lina to her spirit and heart. Flame and heat was what she lived and breathed, it was because of this the woman was naturally colored in such a manner. "Hur Hur... Some say that the world will end in Fire, some say in ice. But my dear, from what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those that favor fire~" The Lich explained licking moist lips as she kneaded those ethereal lights. The heat in her gaze grew distant reminiscing about those times of bathing the world in flame. Recognizing the poem though, Lucia chuckled and continued with a sweet smile. "But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate and strife, that for destruction's sake, Ice is also great and should suffice." Though it wasn't the exact quote, Lucia was trying to speak from memory unlike the lich who likely had such a poem engraved deeper within. With a passioned sigh, the Lich recognized Lucia's efforts with a longing glance before continuing to work the flames. Though at Vivian's reassuring words about finding 'people' to share her dream with, Lucia couldn't help donning a sly grin. A playful expression, her gaze filled with teasing as if the woman had just missed the mark at the last second. This playful expression however wasn't unique to Lucia, instead, even Lina wore a smooth almost smug and proud smile. Even the gentleman Mortimer relaxed his posture at the proposition of Lucia finding others alive to share her dream with. "Silly. I didn't mean that I was looking for other living supporters. Instead, I'm looking for a way to join the undead as something 'different'." Lucia explained, her undead already aware of Lucia's ambition to change her identity from a human character to an undead one. After all, Lucia was their patron saint, only on the day when she could cross that boundary would she be able to become a 'Queen' otherwise, one of them would have to take up the banner as their noble decider. "There are many things we could do together though, I'm sure you'd get along with each of my companions. They all have a little bit more to offer, then they seem." Lucia commented happily, though when talking of her ambition she grew a little sheepish, her gaze a bit gentler as she thought about what she wanted from the game. There was always her desired attention, but attention was a fleeting desire for her, like perfection it was something that had to be chased and pursued but could never quite be caught the way she wanted. Instead, her more realistic, more reasonable ambition was perhaps crazier in the eyes of others. "I wanted to make a race myself, a group of people with their own ambitions ideals and feelings. To create a culture, a society and civilization. Anyone with big enough 'guns' can cause destruction, anyone with enough time and boredom can stir up chaos and pandemonium without much effort. I wanted to leave a legacy, something that would exist and grow and remain even after me." Lucia explained glancing back to Vivian with an impish smile. Those undead around Lucia believed that her legacy was something meant to be build before her death. Her subordinates weren't ever really worried, believing their patron saint would re-join them in death like they had. Players though would recognize the truth in Lucia's words, a truth that the game characters couldn't understand. Games came and went, they were a fad and one day, Terrasphere would disappear as well, the game ending, players moving onto the next big thing leaving behind this world that flourishes and grows even without players participating. Lucia's ambition, her dream was to create a civilization that would grow and develop long after she stopped playing. Where even ten, twenty or thirty years in the future in reality, she could muse and think about what Sylvanas and Lina would be up to. "All Civilizations rise and fall though. So creating something with such potential is a good challenge~" She added her impish smile widening brightly, whether or not Vivian knew the reason, Lucia still found herself clever. Lucia relaxed easily into the foot rub though, leaning back against her chair contently. It was a sensation she adored and with a long sigh, releasing the burden and bothers of her life as she settled into Vivian's hands contently she tilted her head up resting it against the back of her chair. The 'source' was something Lucia had spent a great deal investigating. Others would naturally have different alternatives compared to her, Terrasphere seemed to support multiple and varying views after all, no matter what you believed the game seemed to have a means to support one's power to do so with those beliefs. Lucia was different though, she endeavored to find reasons, logic and sciences that supported the fabled magic everyone used so casually. While Lucia couldn't exactly reduce her magic to statistics and numerical figures, she had developed a myriad of theories that fit together as her secret to success. "Mm.. The 'source' is more of an idea then an object. In Eastern Mythology it would be the 'Grand Dao' in more western cultures though, it would be the 'Laws of Nature'?" Lucia spoke, her tone musing and uncertain. Glancing to Vivian though, she couldn't help flashing a knowing smile, thinking Vivian wouldn't be satisfied with only that much. "The Twins she means, Papyrus and Sans are another pair of mine. They're Liches like Lina, but instead of specializing in Elemental magic and mass destruction, they specialize in Dark Magic and scheming like politicians. They know and understand darkness and the dark better then any of my subordinates because they came from darkness, in all of it's purity, they didn't know life, or any other kind of magic or skill." Lucia tried to explain. The pair of skeletons were quirky but all they know is dark magic and scheming. If someone wanted to understand what pure darkness and blackness was like, those two silly skeletons would likely know the most about the abyss as it were. "Understanding or learning the Dao or obtaining the source is as simple as being able to answer 'What is Darkness? What is Black?' If all you can come up with is a color or shade, some silliness about the absence of light then you're just scratching the surface you know? Darkness is more then the color or lack of light, there's darkness of the heart, Darkness of the mind and body. Dark thoughts, Dark desires. What does it mean to be dark?" Lucia tried to open the girl's mind a little, it was what Lucia thought was the best starting line to begin going down that route. Letting Vivian digest that long drawn out quiz though, she nodded knowing that if she ended there though it might be a bit confusing. After all there could only be one source or dao, if it was so easily determined by peoples' opinions it couldn't be so firm and unshakeable. "We all walk our own Dao path, our magic comes from our own source, but the truest and purest form you could say comes from the 'Law'. The 'Truth' of it all without all of our musing and theories, by getting closer, we achieve more and become capable of more. That's why, if you wanted to understand the 'Grand Dao', the 'Law of Darkness', Papyrus and Sans would probably be the most helpful. In relative terms, they're grand children of that purest Dao Law." Lucia tried to sum it all up, though by the end, her expression was a bit dry, wondering if her words would be helpful or lost. She'd tried to explain this sort of thing to so many others, but many discarded her talk thinking that laws were meant to be broken, that it couldn't be the end of the line, that it was something that was meant to be surpassed to achieve godhood or something silly like that. Again she bitterly recalled all of those desiring to be agents of chaos caring little for her knowledge, theories or techniques in favor of 'guts' or 'instinct'.
Every breath Lucia had taken to use breathed wisdom in her words. Vivian had found herself mesmerized by her words as her fingers diligently worked into the soft flesh of Lucia’s foot. She would work those lithe fingers into the stress of her life, relieving her body and mind of all that she walked on. But she was so enthralled, enchanted even by the words that carried her wisdom. She spoke of large and ambitious goals, a legacy to her name. Other people she had met, they seemed to only think as far as their nose and didn’t depend on what was outside. Vivian nodded with each anticipating explanation to the next. Her fingers curved around Lucia’s toes, sweeping away the tired feet of any encumber some thoughts or physical exertion. She pleaded with her flesh upon her ankles to relieve the weary bones as she tenderly massaged and cradled her heel. Vivian was still focused though on the empowering words of her date. She spoke of the Law of Nature which she found to be interesting and the allure behind it. Her hands had stopped working the ankle bone as her mind went far away from her as she gaze sat in a cloud of thought. When the rhetorical question came up, Vivian had simply thought like much of the masses. It was simply something opposite of what goodness was. She had not delved into some sort of deep pool of knowledge or idea, or notion that darkness could be anything but a simple word. But as it was explained, there were layers of it formed from the origins or the law. It as if simply asking where did the apple come from? The seed, the earth, then before that? The question was not heavy, but Vivian’s mind was not set around being channeled into over exertion of thought. “I am not sure what to say about all that. You simply use darkness as a tool to be used. Or so I thought. I will have to admit, you are a much smarter woman than I am. Perhaps I am more of what you would call ‘hands on,’ when it comes to that. I learn with my hands better than with my mind. And I tend to use my body for my words when I need to provoke a feeling. Darkness and the law thereof.” It was true, if Lucia had seen any blankness in her eyes, the woman had not done much to cover it up. There was a world worth of knowledge in that big and beautiful head of hers while Vivian was more primal and primitive compared to the classy woman. She began to tenderize the woman’s feet again giving the softest of smiles upon her full lips. She would bend her toes back and forth as she applied the pressure with her fingers, making sure to give her lovely date a massage worth remembering. Though the talk was heavy and informative, Vivian would have to no doubt take care of the words spoken. She had much knowledge she needed to tap into, but perhaps she needed only to use what she had at her disposal. She thought on it a little while her fingers rubbed those toes of Lucia’s feet. “So…” Vivian began, hopefully she didn’t want to sound too stupid to the more renowned and knowledgeable woman, “I have malefimancy and I’ve been digging into some rituals, I suppose you could say. As I told you, I am far more useful as a subject to deal with the body rather than the mind. I act on seduction and lust as my tools for the trade. I have reached a point where I find myself delving into more sexual acts alone. I can sometimes feel the thoughts in my head bringing me to an elevated state, sometimes I am doing it just for the pleasure. I am not sure what I am doing is a form of Malefimancy or just me being horny and getting off. But I like to think with the rituals we have at our disposal, perhaps I am not made to apply my trade for combative means. In the last event, I could manifest dark energy into striking spells but it’s boring for me. I think I just enjoy the movements of my body doing the things rather than the outcome of the spell. Does any of that make sense?” Vivian attempted to explain herself. While some formed the black balls of destruction, Vivian was more personal when it came to the matters of the body. A touch here, a touch there. She was a woman heavy with a lust that was hard to quench. And the more she thought about it, the more her malefimancy seemed less relevant to this entire conversation. She gave a small sigh, one hand used to flick the purple locks of hair from her azure gaze as they were cast below to tend to her date’s feet. She would have to explore a little bit of herself and what malefimancy means to her in the end, but learning from the Twins and getting a small tutorial from them would be worthwhile as well. Her head and her gaze lingered on Lucia’s lavender state. She bit her bottom lip as it curved a bit, “You are an excellent Mistress, one far more deserving than just a woman who uses her body for her magic manipulation. But I’ll learn one day, if for anything, you have given me the window to that opportunity.” She squeezed her hands over Lucia’s feet, pressing her thumbs into the soft and tender flesh she kneaded. A quick glance back over Lina as she licked her lips, “Boy, those lights sure do look tasty?” she said wondering how this sort of food was going to work on her taste buds.
Lucia couldn't help a relaxed breath. The more Vivian played with her feet and helped her relax, the more Lucia didn't mind rambling on about the benefit of the Dao and the Laws of the world around her. While Lucia wouldn't necessarily consider herself someone who was Lawful, she was one who found power in Order and Law as opposed to chaos and pandemonium. With a coy smile though, she answered Vivian's comment about Darkness being a tool with simple provocative questions. "A tool for what? How do you use it? Why not something else?" Lucia asked, a teasing tone in her voice as she left Vivian with those questions. Whether one thought of it as a tool or something else, there were deeper layers. Anyone could pick up a sword, anyone pick up a screw driver or turn on a stove. But how many people became swordsmasters? How many people became architects or Carpenters? How many people became master chefs or knew how to cook? Behind a tool was generations of experts refining and developing it's uses, in this case, it was the world and whatever divine figure created existence as it were that refined and developed the uses of Darkness. Lucia tried to use these questions to show that no matter what Vivian thought about her, they weren't different. Everything could still be reduced to the purest of thoughts, that 'Dao' or 'Source' was still there even if it wasn't thought of or practiced. Whether conscious or not everyone had their own dao and path, that was why she found those following or trying to achieve the 'Red Rule' to be infuriating. To forsake the source using the source, to defy the Grand Dao using the Dao. It was silly, naive and wasted effort. In the end, even if they succeeded in wiping out everything, what would they have to show for it when they were following along with the plan all along? It was something Lucia viewed with both pity and irritation. "We all have our own interpretation of the Dao. No matter how you use it, why and with what intentions, it exists there between the lines. The more you tread the wrong path though, you'll find it harder to achieve flexibility, to explore or grow. To be limited to only throwing bolts of black energy... is very sad~" Lucia explained with a gentle smile. It was for that reason she felt pity for those few extremists. They knew not what they were casually tossing aside, the potential for growth. God hood had a preordained process but too many felt that there was a destination, some kind of limiting factor at the end of the road because they could not see an end. They had assumed and thus set off to forge their own road believing they could walk farther because it was their own. To Lucia they were wandering the woods looking for the destination that would have otherwise have had a paved road if they stayed the course. Putting some thought in, seeing Vivian wasn't so different, Lucia couldn't help a sweet giggle. With a small cough to clear her throat, making it clear Lucia intended to say something important or valuable, she began with a soft few words. "To me, at least, Darkness is--" She started, but almost as soon as she began speaking, the light in the area seemed to dim. The lighting grew darker, as if flickering. If Vivian looked up, there would be wisps of black slowly creeping up from the shadows nearby. As if trying to stretch and reach out from the shade and spread as Lucia spoke. "--Envy. My original sin, Envy, makes Darkness a beautiful and sacred thing. In the dark, everyone is the same, in the dark we are all equal. It wraps us in an embrace and protects, from the eyes of others it protects our actions, safeguards our identities, encourages us to be bolder, to be genuine. In darkness there is no danger, in darkness there is no pain, in darkness there is only your imagination, the world becomes what you make it. Those things that I want become achievable in darkness because there are no obstacles, those things I can't be become possible in darkness where no one can see the truth. Blocking out that light that would outshine me, blocking out that light that would overshadow my hope, Darkness is beautiful compared to the harsh realities shone by the light, Darkness is peace away from the light's harshness and cruelties." Lucia spoke, but despite the sweet smile on her face, her gaze grew blank as her enchanting facade cracked briefly. Those same blank and soul-less eyes she had in reality, that bland and indifferent gaze she couldn't rid herself of in the outside world was emboldened as she spoke of the darkness inside of her. That envy that burned and desired attention, that yearning for specialness, that faint and fragile hope to be remembered threatened to swallow people through that indifferent and stoic gaze. "In the dark I am my own light, in darkness I am shine; the more the darkness swallows, the blacker things become the more I glitter like a unstoppable phoenix with a clarion cry, like an unshakable and unmovable gemstone." She continued, her tone growing more mellow as time passed, after a while, a mellow passion and flame flickering in her voice as that enchanting facade cracked further into a fissure. Finally though, as if realizing it was happening she began to hesitate. Raising her hands to her face briefly, she ribbed her eyes with her palms as if she were tired. It didn't take long to firm up her facade, that enchanting and sweet exterior returning by the time she lowered her hands. "I got a little too passionate there maybe..." She spoke with a sheepish chuckle, though from how her tone went from sweet to mellow one might be confused by how that could in any way be considered more excited. Blowing past that though she shook her head letting those wisps of reaching shadow recede as she reacquired her calm and charming exterior. Even her eyes returned retrieving the gentle warmth of her gaze as she spoke. "As I said though, the darkness in my heart is Envy. I see it as the source of all sin which is why my darkness and why my Malefimancy has progressed so far." She spoke with a gentle hand gesture. "You achieve that state with pleasures and lust in this world I think because you are new to this game, but you'll understand it as time passes like I did. I am Envy, and Envy is me, to desire and be desired, my Dao path is the Dao of Envy, my 'Source' is the one of sin and my darkness is undeniable... But do I have to be evil? Do I have to act on Envy to be envious?" Lucia asked with an impish grin. "You are Lust, and Lust is you. To please and be pleased, the Dao Path of Lust, a 'source' of sin. I'm familiar with it as well." Lucia offered to Vivian who might have trouble seeing how Lucia's own rambling related to her. "You should understand by now though, that the path is different though right? That the methods of understanding, of walking are simply different. It is the reason you are the way you are, the reason you learn the way you do, it is this game trying to tell you, whispering the secrets and the truths into your ears dear. I learned through watching, desiring more power and researching it... but this is not your Dao path dear. You will not grow the way I grow~ Because of that, I might make a very good teacher, but I cannot act as your guide. The trail is your's to blaze dear, you would do well even without me I'm sure, but perhaps you'll experience less obstacles, or at least not become lost with my silly lessons." Lucia offered with a small laugh knowing that Vivian had been well on her way even without this little lesson. She didn't doubt Vivian's potential to achieve her own dreams and goals her own way, but the advice she offered was largely to make sure Vivian didn't stray from her path, or try to copy others in an effort to grow. Everyone had their own means and dao to achieve, there were a myriad of sources out there to draw strength from. Though when Vivian referenced the ethereal lights, Lina seemed to snap back into attention for a moment. While Lucia had been preaching, even Mortimer seemed to have been lost for a moment. Their auras flickering briefly, Mortimer's ethereal parts as well as Lina's flames briefly twitched growing a touch stronger. It would be incredibly difficult to discern, the difference in strength was so small, but Lucia's preaching served to strengthen her subordinates that lived off of that power and source. It was for this reason she was their patron saint and considered a Priestess, her preaching had a power of it's own. When snapping back, Lina only flashed a pleased smile. The kneaded ethereal lights flickered with impurities within. It gave one the impression of soup despite it's gas-like state. "Hur hur... The Miss's Lectures really catch one off guard, I'd almost forgotten. Mortimer, some help please." She spoke recovering still as she tried to put the finishing touches on. Mortimer began to set down plates as the gases began congealing slowly but surely into 'something' that Lina began to arrange on the plates. It slowly began taking interesting shapes of arranged polygons and other 3-D shapes. some simple cubes, others more complex like pointed stars or small twisting towers that resembled soft serve ice cream. Lina worked trying to make them look perfect exerting herself and making an effort that didn't seem to match the simple gestures she was performing.
The azure lining her eyes seemed to glimmer as her head tilted up. She wondered if it was getting darker or if her eyes were playing tricks. But she noticed the billow of darkness being called forth, dimness in the area as Lucia spoke of her nature with darkness. The soft blue gaze looked back towards Lucia, it was her very being that was causing the slow dimming of the scene. Her lip curved, smile remained as she listened to the further instructions of her date. As she continued her mentoring, Vivian continued with her foot, appeasing her attention to the detail of her fingers while slowly moving the lines of her foot and smoothing them gently out and in. She had labeled her sin as Envy. She found it a peculiar sin at that, what had she been so envious about? The question on the tip of her tongue was answered with further explaining. It was her darkness, her own personal robe. Vivian didn’t think of it as Lucia had beautifully pictured it. Vivian once again falling for the knowledge and the tone of her voice as she tutored the older female with her life experiences with Envy and how it made her true. Envy was not something Vivian had for people, in her mind she was the simple image of perfection, perhaps the only person she would be envious of was those who took Lucia from her attention or perhaps not getting what she wanted out of people. As she continued on with this reverie like state, her tone seemed to morph. It was a subtle change that only caught Vivian briefly. She figured the young woman was just elaborating her experience and thought nothing more of it. She would not claim to know this woman inside and out of her mind, so she could not place what tone or what expression was when she spoke. All she could do was sit and listen and stroke her feet as time passed away with the explanation. A brief pause in the sequence as Lucia gathered herself, Vivian was unsure if this was to add in from the rich detail of her tutorial, or if it was just because she was tired in general. “Ah, well, you seem to have a grasp of what you’re passionate about. Less could be said about some others who play this game for merely the combative environments. Terra has much more to offer than just hacking and slashing things as you go.” Vivian would say as to excuse Lucia of her momentary lapse of lethargy. The small break allowed Lucia to continue, questioning Vivian rhetorically as if schooling her on how behavior is to be worked. Soft red lips curled into a smile as she nodded her head, listening intently upon the imagery that was settling in her mind. When lust came into question of it becoming her Law, Vivian simply nodded once again not endangering to interrupt her date. The explanation within was food for thought. Vivian kneaded the bottom of her foot still as she bit down on her lower lip in direct league to her thoughts. If that was the case, she was as much alone this as she was at the start. However knowing what Lucia had given her, it was a path to walk and direction to go to. She would have to learn more as she went on with experimenting, pushing her boundaries and seeing just how far her lust would lead her. Though she was somewhat…frightened by the prospect of it? Was Lust really her Law of Nature? To please and be pleased? The woman was unsure of this question and what it would be. But lust was not driven purely by sexual desires, perhaps there was something else deep within that triggered such a feeling. What was it that could trigger Lust? Was it beauty? Something physical? More questions…and less answers. Her attention flickered from thought as Lina spoke, only nodding heavily from the comment, “I can see how one gets lost in such. Lucia’s voice is very pleasing to the ears. I could hear her angelic voice all day long and not get tired of it.” The Handsome Gentleman, Mortimer began setting the food ware down upon the table and Lina was collective in her efforts as the food began to scatter about their plates. Vivian had tickled Lucia’s foot regaling her with a bright smile as their supper was prepared for the evening. Strange shapes seemed to cover her plate, she was unsure of using a fork or if it was just finger food. But if it came from Lina, it had to be hot to the touch. “This looks…different. I am not used to food looking like this, but I am one to try anything first. Thank you both for the gorgeous meal. I suppose we shall dig in then? I know it’s a dinner date, but perhaps the others would like to join as well?” Vivian was unsure of this; she had looked to Lucia for an answer. She would be fine if the others arrived to take in delight of this meal, or if it would remain personal just for the two of them to enjoy. In any case, the smell was exotic as it looked. Vivian’s tummy growled suddenly from the hinting aroma as she could not tell the difference of spices that tickled her nose.
Lucia could only chuckle back, her chuckle a little dry, her expression faintly bitter. Was she truly passionate about Envy? Certainly not, not everyone would proudly bare their sins and be happy about their nature. Envy wasn't something to be proud of, it was something that came with shame and a sense of inferiority. It was because of that Lucia worked so hard grasping for power from books, from lore, from support and research. She clawed through mud and dirt to achieve her current level of ability and to this day still wasn't sure about how she felt about her true nature deep within. "That's one way to look at it I suppose. In truth it was learning or face the struggle directly. In a sense I was left with bettering myself or channeling that negativity into something productive." She explained with a faint self-mocking laugh. It was clear she didn't chose to better herself or rid herself of that weakness, instead, she adapted, letting that weakness and negativity become her strength. Though when Vivian commented on them being joined for their dinner date, Lucia couldn't help chuckling sweetly with a small shake of her head. "Are you certain? If we eat like normal, it will get a little rowdy." Lucia offered, but if Vivian didn't mind she certainly wouldn't mind a more formal introduction. Lucia wasn't completely oblivious to people's feelings though, Vivian didn't seem to approve when Lucia asked if she were certain. A sweet smile coming to Lucia's face when she understood it was offered as a pleasantry. Seeing someone else act in a way similar to her own was cute, enough to make Lucia's smile brighten faintly. "This once we can take some time for ourselves. There's no need to be considerate. Instead, I'm happier to spend time with you." Lucia offered with a welcoming demeanor. Naturally if Vivian wanted her time, there was no reason not to spoil the other girl. Though hearing Vivian's words, Lucia couldn't help a bit of playful laughter. After all, if it were something meant for the undead, it couldn't simply be eaten with a fork or teeth after all. There were just far too many different kinds of undead, simply considering those who might no longer have innards, what kind of food would they consume and how? It was an issue that grew more perplexing when one considered those types like Mortimers who were wraiths or phantoms without those kinds of organs. "Undead don't usually eat with their mouths. Some bite and chew from instinct, the mindless and thoughtless sort will do that sort of thing when attacking people. Oblivious to their new identity, like rabid animals, but the more aware and alert wouldn't do something so silly." Lucia explained reaching down to the shapes on her plate, giving one a gentle touch with a bare finger. With a gentle poke, the congealed gas quivered like jello briefly, though the touched portion expanded into gas once more, as if carried on a gentle breeze it blew towards Lucia's finger. If Vivian tried to imitate it, it would react the same way. The gases seeping in through the surface, as if sinking in through the pores of the skin. It was something that permeated the body, transmitting warmth and a pleasing tingle that spread. It provided a lively energy, an uplifting feeling, the kind one might expect from social drinking at a friendly bar; exciting, welcoming, comforting. "It's not something you eat with your mouth or taste with your tongue. It will fill up your food meter, but the undead are sustained by the atmosphere around them, magical power, emotions. Naturally when you try to eat as they eat, the experience is the same." Lucia explained. Those portions of spices and herbs from Mortimer went into adjusting the 'flavor' which in turn adjusted the 'atmosphere' one would perceive when eating. Rather then the comforting home-y feeling of a deer in the woods or a potato from the earth, there were spices added to make it more lively, more jovial adding that feeling of social drinking on top of the comfort of a familiar and friendly situation. Touching another one for the feeling of the potato, it was a cozier feeling, a relaxed and even sluggish appeal. Like snoozing or rolling around in bed alone after waking up on the first day of a long awaited vacation, or a lazy afternoon with no obligations or plans. Lucia couldn't help a gentle smile as she began to receive the two of them more greedily, drawing in both feelings at the same time. The buzz of an uplifting experience, the lazy feeling of a long mid day nap came together as Lucia cleaned her plate with a relaxed smile. The Undead meals didn't come with the weight of a freshly eaten meal, but the experiences were still just as comforting to Lucia who leaned back with her feet up, feeling satisfied with a small smile. "It's probably not for everyone, it takes some getting used to, but it's how I've survived in this game thus far." Lucia explained, after all, this was very similar to her method of stealing essence as a food source.
Vivian watched as Lucia poke her food. She tilted her head, the sway of motion causing the long purple hair to come undone from her shifting shoulder as her azure eyes watched intently on how to consume Lina’s dish. Mouth slightly open and with squinted eyes, she could see how the jello like substance became a gas of sorts and then disappear into the woman’s finger as if soaking the energy. “Interesting…” Vivian said looking down at her plate at the jiggling shapes of her dinner. Before she was about to poke one of her own foods, she had stopped and leaned back. “I was at the Old Pool with a…companion. And we ran into a bit of trouble with some kind of cult down there. We ended up getting captured and eventually tricked by an old woman looking for her stolen wedding ring. In any case, the old woman said she would lure adventurers to finding her wedding ring in the Old Pool and gave us a map to look around the unexplored portions of the chasm. When we were captured and brought to the room, the old woman placed us in a spell circle where our will was compromised and our energy lax. She said it was to help with devouring us. When I was pulled out of the spell circle, my energy and my liveliness seemed to form a gas where she began to inhale me? She said she would feed off my beauty and my essence and make herself young again.” Vivian explained the story to her Date. She couldn’t help but feel that the old woman had used some kind of malevolent energy akin to the Undead and used it to sap youth and energy from players to feed her own old frailty, “Do you think…the undead, if granted land and their culture…would be capable of turning on their masters?” A unique question and she was sure Lucia had given thought to what would happen if her reanimation spell backfired, but Vivian was curious to know what the Undead were motivated to do if they were given a culture of their own. Would they have need for land and population or would it be for different motivations. Surely the Undead had their Gods and Goddesses perhaps? Vivian smiled and with a small instant poke to one of the star legged food items; the hello like jiggling substance folded over on itself and formed a gas. She let her finger hang over her food to allow the food to be consumed in a way much like Lucia had. There was a feeling she could not quite place that made her smile, as if eating a real meal she could feel the same warm feeling of fullness as she explored the other ‘foods’ on her plate. Each one had given her a unique and pleasing feeling. She felt relaxed and enjoyed the simple transformation without having to actually gorge herself. The Witchy Woman sat there for a moment attempting to describe the feeling she got from consuming the food, “It’s different with a similarity feeling. Like if I was at home having a glass of Brandy by a crackling fire. Or if I am out in the rain just splashing around in Central Park. There are good feelings that are in this food. I enjoyed it thoroughly. It brought me back to a time when I actually…” Vivian stopped and shook her head. “It was a lovely dinner. I can say that Lina and Mortimer did a fantastic job with these dishes. My belly doesn’t feel all bloated or heavy, I just feel as though I had a great home cooked meal and it settled well into my system. Now if only I can replicate this in real life, I am a horrible cook, I could possibly burn water as well.” The woman laughed teasing herself about her lack of skills in the kitchen. But what she lacked in home keeping, she made up for in other ways. With the meal mostly finished, Vivian took a drink of that yummy blue beverage once more from her glass. The liquid, even while it was set out and probably warmed up, still had that cold chill to the touch. But when it went down, it felt like a heavenly substance that seemed to tie the meal together. She could not help but smile a bit more as she leaned in casually towards Lucia, “Thank you for Hosting this. It is good to get away from all the madness and just have a pleasant evening…out like this. Haha. You are a special woman, Lucia. One day, I believe people will just know how special you are and how important you are because of your ambitions and your dreams.”
Lucia couldn't help a mellow laugh hearing Vivian's story. Strangely, Lucia herself had encountered the exact same situation during her start. It was interesting because, from the start, Lucia didn't trust in the woman who lost her husband and was searching for him. She was encouraged to attack a 'wolf' that was said to have attacked him but the wolf was in fact a druid's familiar who was tracking the witch woman. Amusingly enough, Lucia had solved a great deal of the quest in the initial stages purely by being suspicious of the woman who had allowed her husband to hunt in a place where there was a savage wolf from the start. Fortunately because of that they merely followed the wolf and ended up meeting the druid. Lucia explained the details of this story after Vivian's own tale, how peculiar it was, how she managed to outwit the Witch by being suspicious of her from the start. How there was a strange white knight who almost caused them to fail by believing too quickly. "My quest happened to do with Blood Magic, the Hemomancers from the Mountain. A very dangerous group, with magic that channels blood rather then energy. Very disturbed, very dark stuff~" She explained with a soft laugh. The reason for saying this though was because the witches seemed to have the same MO and intentions. Though the talk about the Undead turning on their master was one Lucia was familiar with. A great many people who heard of her ambition immediately came to this type of conclusion quickly. Most would rather have slaves and puppets, but Lucia didn't want something so limited or close minded. "Of course they're capable of it. Intelligent creatures capable of making their own decisions would naturally be able to fight back if pressed." Lucia explained freely, as if the prospect didn't worry or concern her. Pouring herself another small glass of the Undead drink, looking at the faintly glowing liquid in her glass as she swirled it and continued with a content smile. "But, why would they want to?" Lucia asked with a shake of her head as if the very question were silly. "Rebels always rise against those who rule with fear, Tyrants who oppress and suppress others. Overthrown for reasons like Freedom, happiness, respect or rights... But I don't stifle my Undead. I've poured all of my time and effort to grant them those things, so what reason would they have to rise up against me?" Lucia proposed. Though she wore a knowing smile, as if anticipating a question from Vivian, she continued on as if trying to preempt it. "Of course, there are always dark and ambitious individuals, those that would try to seize power for themselves. Low Tier undead however don't have these kinds of ambitions though, they just aren't capable of the scheming needed for a rebellion. While the High Tier are capable of such a thing, I've always been very careful in nurturing and growing them as talents. Good materials, brought up in a good environment with careful guiding wouldn't produce those prickly types." Lucia explained without any reservations. She had absolute faith in her subordinates largely because they were all tied to or attached to her in one way shape or form. Whatever unsavory outsider who would try to spur them on to rebel against her would only meet one very unfortunate end no matter who they approached. Naturally at the talk of betrayal or rising up, Mortimer and Lina would react, but their reactions were somewhat volatile. The very prospect of an uprising made Mortimer clench his fists. The gentleman phantom for a moment leaked a killing intent that ran as deep as an ocean, a torrent of blood and despair in that brief flash washed out while his fists were clenched. Mortimer was a gentleman certainly, every move he made was refined and practiced, and his skills were eloquent and dexterous but he was at the end of the day an assassin, one that was known in the game's history as the boogie man of an entire generation. "The Matriarch has offered me a new life for the sake of redemption. Ending such a situation would be plenty enough to make up for my crimes in life." Mortimer spoke, seeming faintly excited for the chance to aim his chains at whoever might stir up such a situation. "Wait in line Mortimer, to harm our little Miss, I'll want first crack~" Lina followed up with a blazing gaze as she moistened her lips. That heated gaze practically glowing red, as if seeing the fires and flames that would come about in the future if such a thing occurred. There was no doubt that Lina would spend the remains of her life as an undead torching whatever unfortunate individual happened to decide to do such a thing. Trying to wave the two off with a gesture though, Lucia could feel the pair was far too eager for an uprising purely for the chance to put it down. She could only sigh heavily as the thought of 'if you all want to kill the rebel, who would be left to rebel' rolling through her head. Calming the situation until it relaxed, Lucia only sighed softly, slipping her hands through her own hair before reclining once more with her drink. "Enough of the unpleasantness though. Vivian, I'm glad you enjoyed it." She spoke with a sweet chuckle taking a soft sip from her glass as she continued. "If it's cooking though, Lina's very skilled with it, I can only make simple things myself which was why I resorted to magic." Lucia explained, though the praise made Lina stand up a bit straighter, puffing her generous chest out proudly. With things just about wrapping up though, Lucia relaxed a bit deeper, content with how the evening went. After all, if Vivian had a good time and enjoyed her company who was she to ask for more? With a flash of a wide grin, Lucia sat up, sliding her chair back with a sweet smile before draining her glass. "Well, I won't hold my breath on that someday. It's enough to have you recognize me~" She spoke with a coy wink and a sly grin. Gesturing towards Vivian, playfully beckoning. "Now, I suppose we can part ways here after a nice date... or adjourn to the more comfortable tent mm?" She offered with a beckoning gesture still.
Vivian did not mean to create an upstart between the two Liches who had been so kind to her this evening. They were quite passionate about the safety of their Matriarch, their Priestess, that each Lina and Mortimer had words to say about such things. Vivian slipped her pink finger into her mouth, chewing on the digit as she could not help but wonder how Sylvanas or the others might have reacted if this was more a dinner party than a dinner date. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Lucia explained, she was gentle with her words and her wisdom flowed constantly like a never ending fountain. Sitting up straight, her words were both sweet and demanding of her companions. Calling upon their attention to sweet the atmosphere clean of such talks. Vivian held an apologetic look for bringing the subject up in the first place. She swore to heaven and hell that she might be a little too wordy at times or perhaps a little too blunt and curious for her own good. She constantly pushed those buttons on other players and even people in real life, just because she thought it was fun. Here she needed to show a bit more decorum, her Host was not just another random stranger she had to talk to. It was her date, her crush, her spirit and her guiding light. Even if others thought of her some bewitching whore, or some walk about slut, Vivian knew in the care of her Mistress Lucia, she was safe and snug in her presence. How to make it up to her though? To be apologetic when she knew very few words of being ‘sorry.’ The look in the soft azure eyes spoke those intentions as she looked towards the lavender blossoming in Lucia’s on gaze. She would watch as the Necromancer relaxed filling her glass with the undead beverage and taking in the night as one of fortune and favor. Vivian had thought too hard on the previous subject and only wish to move on from it as it was asked for. Sitting in her seat with the softness in her eyes as indescribable as the moon and stars, Vivian turned her head with a slight tilt. Was the night ending so soon? Vivian watched as she drank her glass clean of it. Her heart started to beat a little anxiously in her chest, the thumping playing out in her mind like war drums. Perhaps she was tired and wish to retire alone for the night. But then there it was. Vivian stood as she did the flicker of light in those lavender eyes. Her heart stopped in her chest, her moist mouth moved to a smile, how silly was she to think it would just end on that note. Coy eyes looked to her, a brave smile, passion and warmth on her touch as she slid hand to hand over Lucia’s, the other drawing her in, sweeping her nail across the woman’s cheek. It was her answer to the question. “Looks like I get a bit of sweet dessert after all.” Vivian would playfully say, she would move the hand she held with Lucia’s to her chest as if to squeeze her into a small and enticing hug. The familiar tent was only a few feet away and already the air around her began to soften with those candles she reminisced on so many nights. It was a memory that she often recalled as she dragged her fingers over her physical body more times than she could count recalling that special night. One she had thought was just a ‘fling’ between two lusting individuals. Vivian had a skip to her step though, excited and eager for this part of the night whatever it may entail. With her hand moving against her hand, she slowly moved it down to the curve of her Mistress’s ass where it fell gently rubbing the fabric of her pants. “Also, I feel like I should apologize for my words. I did not mean to stir up some trouble with your companions back there. Sometimes my mouth…just gets carried away.” She had to clear the air about it before anything continued from there. It was right to apologize, the words ‘sorry’ rarely left the Witch’s mouth.
Lucia chuckled a little at Vivian's apologetic expression, while Vivian might have imagined that there was a clash that had been caused, it was far from it. Lucia understood her subordinates well considering she helped make them. Mortimer and Lina, as well as most of the others were all eager to step forward and be the first to leap at a potential traitor, when it came to Sylvanas though there wouldn't even be a discussion before she started trying to destroy just in case. They were all eager, all resolved and determined to prevent that sort of thing before it could ever become an issue. No matter how people saw them, or the risk such freedoms presented, Lucia wasn't someone who would be tricked into being suspicious of her own subordinates and vice versa. The reason was purely and simply that their goals aligned, they treated each other well, and there were debts owed to Lucia that a single life couldn't pay back easily. Lucia who understood those feelings well, and still considered them to be family rather then slaves was a breath of fresh air that kept everything perfectly in line and created a harmonious group beneath her. "There's no reason not to have dessert though. It's much more important then some useless grinding." Lucia explained with a sweet chuckle as she welcomed Vivian towards her like before. Trying to escort the girl into her tent as she glanced over her shoulder. "Mortimer, please take care of things here. Lina, I'll trust you for the look out?~" She teased with a small smile. The Phantom immediately nodding back, preparing the table for storing and the plates for cleaning. Though Lina seemed a little disheartened, an enchanting smile touching her face as that gaze of longing stretched thinly as she watched Lucia walk off with Vivian. A firm and resolute gaze that seemed to say 'soon, soon' silently. The apology was a little surprising. For a moment it caught Lucia off guard, but in the end, she slowly cracked a gentle smile. Draping her arms around Vivian she tried to lay down with the girl comfortably. Without lewd intentions, at least for now, she simply cuddled against the woman as she spoke with a soft and hushed tone. "It's alright, that wasn't something like a clash. Lina and Mortimer, as well as most of my others are just loyalists. I told you before, I am Envy and Envy is me, who can understand people better then Envy?" Lucia offered an explanation with a mellow smile. Lucia studied and watched people from afar after all since she was a mediocre wall flower. People were easy for her to understand, it often times didn't take much to motivate or set them off. For her subordinates though, their land mines were often related to her or her dream, even each other from time to time. It was simple to avoid them, but the anger wasn't exactly hateful at anyone particular but instead it was just towards the idea of causing harm or problems to people close to them.
Vivian held up the flap of the tent as Lucia gave out her final words to both Mortimer and Lina. She would only smile in return the two thanking them again for the meal and hospitality. But things were softer now, it was like stepping into a different world when she was in this tent. The smells hit her all at once. Lucia was a warm and welcoming person, her soft lavender eyes were sweet and gentle, her touch much the same. When Vivian and the Necromancer had made room to lay down comfortably, she could feel the warmth radiate between the two once more as the arms held onto her the older woman. The malefimancer smiled sweetly, red lips curving as Lucia spoke of her previous apology of possibly upsetting the mood. She had little to worry though it seemed, all was well and Lucia had been found with her on the lush and soft fabric on the flooring of the tent. Vivian turned, placing a hand under her head to keep her propped up and looking into those alluring eyes of her date. Soft candles dotted the inside with light as her hand glided up and down Lucia's arm as she did everything in her power to make her feel comfortable. This would be the second night now that they would be together like this. Well, perhaps. Vivian was unsure of what tonight would bring if she was honest with herself. From what she could gather from this date though, everything was well at hand. She had her answers and she was excited for their future relationship. They had agreed to keep things simple and mature, but kept an eye out for perhaps something more adventurous as well if the prospect revealed itself to them. This gave Vivian a few ideas to hold for later, but now, it was just the two of them. In this tent alone, with these soft glowing candles and their breaths and hearts beating so simply. Vivian sucked in air as she moved her body closer to the other female. Her hand sat on Lucia's chest and her nails dragged downwards. Her head moved and her long hair swayed. Midnight black and purple mixed as Vivian leaned in to kiss Lucia on the lips, her tongue moving to poke her lips to see if the invitation was a success. Moments passed of the soft kissing and petting. Vivian cleared her throat and moved her hand to show the palm interface of her menu. With a few sweeps of what she needed to do, her armor had come undone leaving her in mostly her white tunic, easily enough to get out of should things get more intimate. One leg wrapped around Lucia as she leaned her head into the woman's chest, feeling safe and secure while teasing gently at her thigh with small raking nails across it. She would look up once more into the lavender gaze, smile and be content with what the night gave her.
