Private - Lost Spark...got a light? [18+]

Vivian shifted on her bare feet. The grass was nice and cool beneath her as her toes felt the prickly sensation as she walked. With a shortness of breath, she leaned a hand against a tree as she felt exhausted. Falling to her knees, the pain in her right arm seemed to devour all sense of sanity within her mind. She gave a loud, ear piercing shriek as her arm throbbed with pain. The chains and the charms binding the power within her right arm became tattered and blood soaked. She slipped and fell on her belly as she attempted to stumble forward. She gave an agonizing cry from her chest projecting the sound as the caws of crows went silent and flapped away from their nests.

The woman began to grind her teeth as she got up on one foot and then the other as she fell into a small circle of land within the forest. Her hand started to tear at the bindings of her limb until the blackened flesh was exposed. Eruption of black flame seemed to leap from her arm as she felt the searing power course through the veins. It was a localized pain, only her arm felt like it was about turn on her and she was ready to tear the limb from her body to cease the pain. With maddedning and wild eyes, she hunched over in the grass and gave one more powerful yell from her lungs. Black fire billowed forth from her body pushing everything away with the heat. As the flame settled and died out, the land around her, the very ground she lay prostrate on was burned and cinged. The ground was blackened and her arm now throbbed mildly as she huddled to herself, almost as if she was freezing.

Deep purple hair moved off her shoulder as she climbed up to her feet, her azure eyes showing flecks of blackness as they settled back to their original nature. She was able to make it back to her tent area, the fire pit only smoldering but was not quite lit. She used to just be able to huff and fire would bloom from her lips, a snap of her finger and she could call upon the destructive energy. And now, she couldn't even do any of that. The woman shifted and moved in the darkness falling into a carved out, rotten tree she used as a sort of Throne. The woman hunched over, her arm blackened and pulsating with an eerie violet glow through the cracks of dry skin. Unable to move the fingers in that hand, the woman started to roll the bandages around her arm, only for it to roll away from her. She cursed loudly and held her shoulder leaning in to grab the clean bandages.

@Emil Trevelyan

 

I had once heard that this area of the forest is haunted. Perhaps it was not the ghostly moans of the undead that the poor people heard, but the crying call of a wounded person instead.

Emil Trevelyan was slow to come within view. His steps held purpose, his stance was straight, his head tilting inquisitively toward the right as that single golden eyes traversed every curve and dip that was Vivian’s body. His sight lingered on her wounded appendage, the badly burnt skin making him openly grimace before a mask of polite intrigue replaced it. He had no magic to heal her, but he did know one or two things about burns and how to at least soothe the ache.


From the look of it, that girl would need a skin graph, many of them, if she wanted to keep that arm. Emil could almost hear the surgeons talking around their interns, murmuring about what they could or couldn’t do before one of them would suggest cutting off the arm at the shoulder. It wouldn’t have been a bad suggestion.

The lithe magus paused when he was about five feet from the Witch, his arms behind his back, his fingers linked out of sight. His dressage was once more impeccable; the dove grey robe had been returned to its previous splendor, the maroon and gold stitching along the hem shimmering in the low light. It had to be magically enhanced considering the bleak darkness that surrounded them.

Emil cleared his throat and gave a very small smile.

It is good to see you again, Lady Vivian, though I do believe you wish it might’ve been under different circumstances. Would you allow me to provide you aid? I know nothing about the divine arts of healing magic nor do I subscribe to kitchen witchery, but if we can find some aloe Vera plants, they might be able to soothe any discomfort you arm is currently causing you.

He stooped and grabbed for the bandages that had rolled away from her before extending them, ever patient, ever the gentleman.

Should you wish it, I will keep this meeting, and your current condition, close to my black heart.
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Vivian looked up, menacing azure met his gaze. Had she been so wounded to not detect the male coming into her territory? She scoffed at herself for not putting up her defenses. A woman like herself, known to be a Witch, would fetch a nice bounty for some player's she had laid to rest on occasion because of fun and whim. The darkly woman snatched the roll from the man's hand. As gentlemanly as he was, the woman did not want or desire his help.

Spite blossomed in her voice as she spoke in a heated tone, "Don't you think I've already tried those things? Nothing medicinal has helped thus far. And this is no ordinary charred flesh, it almost feels like hardened stone as it burns and stokes within a shield."

The female placed a finger down on the burned skin, as she had explained her thick and long nail could not even penetrate the flesh just to show that it was not simply just burned flesh covering her arm. With her nail she flecked away some of the dark, dead skin to reveal a purple pulsating glow in the blackened casing of her arm. It burned like a bitch, but she was able to keep the pain under control.

"What I really need are high grade charms and locks to bind the power. You did not see it earlier did you while you were stalking around MY land...I nearly evaporated this forest from the built up magical power inside. Dark fire and flame devoured everything around me, turned the precious green land to blackness and death in a matter of seconds."

The woman set her arm on her leg and started to roll the bandages across her wrist. She looked up to Emil and gave him a rather menacing look, "I thought you said you were gonna help!" her tone venomous as she glared icy daggers at his one good eye. She scoffed again and shook her head. She was not acting her normal, casual and mellow self. This new turn of events had been a thorn in her side and having to redo the bandages every so often was making it a chore not worth keeping around.

 

My Lady, I cannot assist you if I haven’t a clue how to do that.

Emil’s words were clipped and to the point, but he didn’t raise his voice and he didn’t scowl. His face remained impassive as he slowly stood up, a contemplative gleam reflecting within his iris. If aloe vera had had no effect, then he was literally out of ideas on how to get the woman some modicum of pain relief. He didn’t believe TerraSphere had things asperin or ibuprofen, but perhaps there was a poppy-seed plant around?

A quick glance around the immediate area nullified that plan. As Vivian had said, they were standing in the epicenter of what was nothing more than dead trees, shrubs, and grass. The pain she was feeling must have magnified within her and pushed her power outwards, thus charring the land around them. Impressive, yes, but it did little in the ways of being something useful.

Well, when every other plan wouldn’t work, then it was time to go with the one that many wouldn’t like.

Emil took a measured step backwards, but he knew that should Vivian wish it, her power could lash out from him and singe him where he stood. Hopefully she wouldn’t, but he was prepared if that became the case. His hand wrapped around the pommel at his hip and he unsheathed his longsword with a practiced flourish. There was nothing amazing about the blade; actually, it looked deceptively plain if one were to really look at it. It didn’t fit Emil’s character, but there he stood, weapon in hand, his gaze shifting from Vivian’s face to her arm.

Perhaps severing it from your body will help? You will respawn with a new arm, one not riddled with burnt sulfuric flesh.

He murmured a command word and beautiful intricate runes came alive along the blade. They glowed a brilliance orange and flickered in the low light, the long shadows cast from the blade seem to have a life of their own. Heat was sucked from the very air and converged on the blade, making it red hot to the touch but harmless for a Pyromancer like Emil…and hopefully like Vivian.

Shall we…give this a swing?​

 

The woman looked at Emil with curious eyes as he unsheathed his blade. She wondered what he was up to and it started to come together as he explained in the small detail as his blade was woven with runes and the like, creating a fireblade that would threaten to burn anything with a single sweep of that hot blade.

Vivian laughed and stood up, her blackened arm fall to her side as the roll of bandages rolled off her lap. She stood and stared at him raising her blackened arm, "You think it would be so easy for power to be cut off? And I would risk my life for such a mistake? Did you not hear when I said this thing feel like harded stone. Not that I don't think you are strong enough but I don't think you could easily cut off my arm with such a pitiful blade." Dark Witch Vivian attempted to form a fist from that blackened hand, she grit through the pain as she grabbed the wrist and held it out in front of her.

The wind where there was none, had shifted into a tide of a blowing breeze. The howl of nature set its course as a spell circle around her bare feet began to glow and materialize. She looked up at Emil, glowing black eyes fused with red flecks danced in her sockets. Her mauve lips curled as her twisted and split tongue rolled across her bottom lips. The wind had caused her hair to flutter over her body, the raging torrent of wind billowed her skirt, showing glimpse of that naked inner thigh.

The spell circle beneath her feet now glowing and radiating with luminesce as she started to laugh, "The arm does not wish to be cut off, for its essence is not of this plan!" Dark fire and flame erupted where the spell circle was, the powerful darkness flame devoured the ground where it flickered giving off not light but intense heat of its own. Vivian attempted to squeeze her wrist to cut the flow of power but she was not under her own control at the moment. She cursed loudly, lifting her arm into the air as a jet of black fire spouted from her hand reaching towards the heavens and attempting to set the very clouds aflame.

Mere seconds passed as the power died away, the wind relaxing and the forest once more calm. Vivian fell to her knees, her right arm sizzling from the expelled force as her hair shifted in front of her face, "What the hell am I going to do? I am a danger to even myself."

The pain in her right arm subsided once more, giving away only a smokey, earthy scent as she held onto it nervously. There was nothing anyone could do for her right now, she'll have to just keep it bound tight with the bandages until she found someone who can lock the power from escaping until she could control the intense Darkness Flame.

 

Molten lava can shape and cut through stone, dear Vivian. Why else would I pull forth my blade if not to at least attempt it?

Emil scoffed at the woman before muttering to himself, allowing the heat to melt from the weapon and the runes to return to mere dull inscriptions along the blade. He could not help if she didn’t wish it. He was only a man, one that could weave and tempt the element of fire to do his bidding, but that was all. He had knowledge, yes, but that knowledge didn’t seem to work within the rules and boundaries that was TerraSphere. What more did the lilac-haired woman want from him?

He sheathed the blade as Vivian held out her arm, her other hand wrapping around the charred wrist. Emil could only imagine the pain she was going through. He knew what third degree burns looked like and he knew what they did to the skin as well as the muscles and tissues beneath it. Skin graphs were her best bet, but if it all flaked off like she had demonstrated earlier with that pulsing mauve glow beneath, perhaps it not would work after all.

And since she was too chicken shit to let Emil cut her arm off, then yes, she would endure a circular hell that no one would be able to free her from. Emil pressed his lips together, immediately disliking the idea, but having nothing else to fall back on.

The display that Vivian wrought forth left him speechless, left his brilliant mind reeling, but his face remained impassive. Only the arch of his left eyebrow broke his stoic mask before a very low whistle parted his lips. Color him impressed.

Have you ever seen a horrendous movie by the name of The Exorcism of Emily Rose? Should you be able to, pour yourself a glass of wine and rent it. Or illegally download it. Whichever. He cleared his throat and crackled his knuckles before leveling Vivian with a speculative look.

I know nothing of spirits, but I would say that you, my dear, are possessed. He took a breath here, allowing the words to settle into Vivian’s brain. The world around them remained deathly quiet, as if holding its breath to listen to Emil’s assumption about Vivian’s condition.

How a being of such immense power wormed its way into your body is anyone’s guess. How you have remained alive while hosting this spirit within your mortal flesh is, also, anyone’s guess. If I could make a recommendation? Expel said spirit from your body or trap them in that arm. Otherwise, they could very well take you over and kill you…or, trap your mortal consciousness in a very small part of your brain and walk around in your skin.

A very cold, very devilish smile suddenly spread across Emil’s full lips. Or, offer the creature a pact.​

 

Vivian looked up at Emil as her blackened glowing eyes reversed once more to soft azure. What he said made perfect sense as the woman sat on the charred ground staring up at him. She expelled a plume of blackness from her lips as her arm only had a more mild throbbing pain. It might be true, it had to be true as she lifted herself up to think upon his words.

"I remember...feeling angry." She said to him, placing her soft, clean hand against his chest as if she needed help from falling back towards the ground. The scent of her arm was smokey, but she kept it away from him as even she found it to be unsightly to look at. She pushed her hair back away from her face as the lilac strands spilled off her creamy shoulders and down her back.

"When we were in the tunnel, I didn't blame anyone for doing their own thing. I was just focused on gaining more power for myself, whether Zeus died or not was really not my main concern. Lucia wanted him alive to help foster in the new world of heroes, I wanted him alive so he could kill the Bandit King and nothing else. I would rather take the throne of Astorea by a player than a NPC who might be stronger than everyone combined."

Vivian gestured with her head towards a clearing in the forest, "Come with me to my tent. Don't worry, I'm not gonna burn us alive with black fire. I think it has passed now." With her sway of hips moving, the woman did keep a hand on the shoulder of the Mage as they walked and she explained her feelings.

"When we were faced to fight the Ant Queen, I remember hearing a voice deep inside the chasms of my mind. I seriously thought it was because of a game mechanic because my energy was so low," she laughed at this and herself for thinking it was just a one off thing.

"But it gave me a taste of power. When that dragon head appeared out of the small flickering black flame I held, the Darkness Flame, I knew something changed in me, something new. I remember feeling complete hatred for Lucia, almost to the level that I wanted to kill her. I wanted that kind of power, that kind of audience looking at me. She always shines brighter and I am always feeling so deep in the depths of her shadows."

The woman nearly spat as she talked about her jealousy. They continued to walk and talk a little, the Dark Witch leaning more into the male as she pointed out in the clear her tent. The woman rose her arm and walked alone, her left hand twisting in fashion as a small ball of fire sparked lightly before she tossed it into the fire pit where the red fire illuminated the area around them.

"What are you doing how here anyways? A little far from your home I would imagine? I doubt you came here looking for me."

 

Home is a collection of inn rooms at various taverns in varies cities and towns across the land of Terra.

Emil had remained quiet while they walked, his arm supporting Vivian’s weight as she leaned into him. Everything she said had made sense. From the movies he had watched and the books he had read (nothing scholarly mind you), it added up. In a moment of extreme emotion, a being from another plane peeked in on this one, found the one soul that was bright enough to attract attention, wiggled through the crack between the planes and slide right into Vivian’s waiting body.

Interesting, really, that it was anger and jealousy that called the spirit forth. And for a woman that Vivian was involved with nonetheless. Emil wondered if the other party, Lady Lucia, knew about the wayward feelings of her girlfriend. He would hazard a guess not…but people had different kinks. Maybe it was part of the game they played, and this session had gone a might too far.

He licked his lips, the dancing flames in the fire pit immediately catching his attention. He found fire beautiful in the same manner that people found the ocean beautiful. There was something pleasant about staring into the flames, about the warmth that peeled away from it and comforted you and how easily that warmth could go from loving to destructive. It was an element that Emil wanted to intimately acquaint himself.

His vision narrowed on Vivian. Perhaps not that intimately.

I was wandering, truth be told. And it’s much easier to see how far your magic allows your you press it when not in the heart of a city, surrounded by people or Crowns Guard that would escort you to the nearest dungeon. His shrug was a careless lift and drop of his shoulders. Your feminine wiles may easily and quickly allow you to vanish from any…unsavory event that you may stumble into, but I haven’t the luck to meet the one gay boy who decided to play ‘Protect the King.’

His smile was savage, dangerous, and questioning. He stepped closer to the fire, one hand held out to the flames to warm his palm. A satisfied sound came from his throat as a few flames leaned in his direction and arched up as if to kiss the flesh presented. Emil waited a moment before pulling his hand away, the heat a bit too much for him to bare.

I will say that this offer of power won’t come for free, but you know that, dear Vivian. And I can only assume that I am still within your good graces because you need me for something? Am I lucky enough to perhaps warm a spot in your bed this evening? He tilted his head to the side, his eye roving quickly over her busy form.

Though you may be suffering from…whatever is going on with your arm, you are still a beautiful woman. Again, these are probably old notes to your ears, but they warrant singing from time to time.​

 

His words and his tone made the female melt over him. Every word sounded more regal than the all of Astorea's crowns put together. Had his the desire for the Kingdom himself, she would be troubled with competition but she knew little of his motives even when they were in the event together. Smoke passed her lips once more as she ejected the plume, the passionate fire in her belly causing her to stir in her spot.

He was a far more dangerous man though to her, but dangerous men, within reason could be used as tools to shape her future kingdom. But what was his game? What had he wanted, surely a move for the crown one would need powerful allies. Or maybe he was just a horny bastard looking for some pussy this evening. All the same, his compliments made her smile. She was not a romantic woman, she did not enjoy cuddling. If sex was on the table, that was fine, but if they were looking for a romantic partner she would have to point them in another direction.

Yet, here was this fascinating specimen of the flesh. Even if he had a singular golden eye, it was enough to swoon her and make her hot and bothered. It was the tone and the way he held himself to such a high standard that made her think of him in a way where she could give herself up to him for the evening. The talk and the flirty words were enough to make her pussy wet with the anticipation. Biting on her lower lip, the female moved towards him, her sweet azure eyes softening in the fire's light as she sank a two arms over his shoulder to lock them in place.

"Perhaps you found me in a wanting, Sir Emil. Am I so beautiful to you where you would want to stay with me for the evening? To...warm my bed." She said with a lower, audible voice into his ear. Against his earlobe, her sharp smirl could be felt, the heat of her chest pressed against him as her arms tightened around his neck. Then the sliver of the tip of her forked tongue pressed against the edge of his neck.

She recoiled slightly, her toes coming down to soft earth once more, "Honestly, I don't mind. This power as hungry as it is to be let loose only seems to be present in periods of time. Are you not afraid to be swallowed up by the same black fire should we lay together this night?" her voice, the once demanding and careless tone now a gentle, sweet golden honey upon the air.

 

She had a very valid point.

Though Emil was quick to loop his arms around her slender waist, his hands resting on the small of her back, her words were cold water to an otherwise amorous brain. There was still the problem of her arm to deal with, one that they had danced around without coming to a surefire conclusion about. He had given offers of possibilities, but she had taken none. Perhaps pushing the issue was the best way to handle it?

Besides, though he flirted with fire, he did not wish to be consumed by it. He was still very much a mortal and this mortal shell could perish if Vivian lost herself in desire and that…thing came out to play. Who knew if that thing liked him? Hell, who knew if it had varied emotions outside of ‘destroy everything in a blaze of glory.’

I won’t sully your ears with a lie, he said slowly, his hands gentle as they danced up her back, feeling the smooth skin beneath her clothes. I have had hopes, since seeing you at the Bandit King event, to curry your favor, not because of your lofty ambitions, but because you are an interesting woman. Beautiful, yes; powerful, obviously; ambitious, no doubt. And yet, there is something more to you that piques my interest.

While he spoke, Emil did not look away from her azure eyes. He maintained eye contact, a soft smile worrying his lips, his hands slowly roving back down her back. He liked the way she felt, pressed against him as she was, but Emil knew there was no…long term anything here. This was a meet and greet and, if he was lucky, he would see her again; if he was unlucky, then he wouldn’t. This thing between them, this fiery attraction as it were, begin and ended here. She was taken and Emil was not one to step in between a couple, feuding or otherwise.

However, if the Lady is indeed offering me a spot in her bed, I would be mad to refuse. There are not many who would be able to say that they slept with the Queen of Terra before she adorned her golden crown. A soft chuckle lifted from his lips. One hand lifted from the small of her back, coasted over to her injured shoulder, and gently ran down her arm. The flesh there was unlike anything he had ever felt before and the heat that came from it was intense.

If you are still on the fence between expelling the spirit and speaking with it, I do know a few charms that might seal the magic away…at least for a night. If you wish it, I would gladly do this for you.​

 

Vivian was hearing all the right words, or words she wanted to hear from the charming gent. Or perhaps she was too busy having her ego stroked that he was mostly saying these words so he wouldn't end up as a pile of ash later on. It was always better to woo her with gentle and kinds words, stroke her ego and such rather than spit venom and acid in her face or attempt to break her down into the ground. Of course, people were idiots and they loved disobeying their Superiors.

Whatever it was though, she was somewhat drawn to him. Perhaps it was the emergence of knowing they were both Pyromancers, no one understand fire like they did. No one understood the passion like they did. When to lose control, like they did. Knew when to go on a full frontal rage, like they did. When to be quiet...like they did.

His fingers traced over her back, her eyes fluttered with the anticipation of his touch. Everything from then on went out the window. She was putty in his hands for that moment, her guard down, easy for a knife to slip through should he wish it. But her hands stayed locked over his shoulders, she kept him close just to keep his scent clinging to her. She took a shallow breath, her chest rubbing against his as she let down her defense and allowed her head to rest on him for the moment as he spoke. The Dark Witch laughed quietly, "You know how to talk to a woman. If you know a binding spell or two to help keep the power calmed down for the evening I would be a fool to refuse."

The woman untangled her arms from around his neck. She took a step back only to reach out with her left hand, her fingers gracing over his slender digits, but her eyes were a beckoning glimmer of heat as she gestured for her lonesome tent. She would unfurl the flap as they entered. It was soft and warm within, luxury of pelts she collected from adventurers for easily made gold coin. Candles were lit by red colored candles, her mauve lips were sharp and to the point on her face as she smiled at him. She kneeled down to the ground and with a beckoning finger, requested that he sit beside her. She turned on her knees showing her back to him. The fabric of her clothing coming undone as she peeled away the odd corset from her busty chest. Her skirt, with a pinch of her fingers, coming undone.

Around her silken smooth body, a small black light robe formed around her, open to the wind as it fluttered as she spun back around. She lifted her blackened arm, her smile fading lightly, "I suppose I am in your debt tonight. Feel free to get comfortable yourself. I am all yours..." She had no idea if his bindings would work, but she would at least show some amount of gratitude in exchange for his services. Besides, this seemed like a mutual trade. She would get a binding, allow the power to sleep...and he would get a night with the wild vixen, Vivian. The woman far more experienced at making love than most she had known.

 

I only ask you remember the little people when you become Queen. I would consider that repayment of an owed debt.

It was an odd request for someone like Emil to make, admittedly. Surely, there was more to his words, some underlying message he was trying to convey, but he sounded sincere. The gleam in his golden iris seemed sincere and, for a moment, there was no smirk hesitating in the corners of his mouth or the pull of his cheekbones. He seemed, for all intents and purposes, to be as serious as a heart attack.

He removed the dove grey robe that adorned his body with a single sweep of his arms. Neatly, he doubled it over and placed it aside before removing his shoes as well. His garb beneath the robe was simple, though elegant; a signature silk shirt, soft cream this time instead of the gaudy purple he had worn during the bandit king event, and tan breeches that molded his to the muscles in his thighs and calves. His feet, like Vivian’s, were bare, but even at a glance, one could tell that the spell weaver took care of them.

Emil settled in next to the woman, his slender frame balancing easily on bent knees. A soft sigh wafted from him, a puff of grey smoke appearing from the palm of his dominance hand, before a grimoire replaced it. The leather bound book looked old and tattered, but the runes that adorned it shimmered in the low light, giving off similar light to that of the campfire. They alternated red, orange and white, steady and pulsating like that of a heartbeat.

If I may be so bold, Lady Vivian, as to ask what brought forth the jealous rage that allowed this spirit to possess you? He peeked up at her through his long black lashes while one hand opened the book in his lap, the pages magically turning themselves. Should Vivian try to lean over and see the language on the pages, she would not be able to read it. It would appear as childish scribbles to her eyes.
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The Dark Witch could not help but smile wide ear to ear, a finger between her lips as she watched the mage undress. Had it not been some kind of self control, she would have thrown him down, ripped off that shirt and started ravaging him then and there. The woman licked her finger as she sat there next to him. It had been forever since she was so close like this nearly naked with another man.

His scent, his demeanor, even the way he undressed his robes were a thing of beauty. The woman's cheeks were hot from the glow of a blush, yes, even the Seductive Witch had her crushes. She turned to him allowing him to soak her scent as well. The woman practiced with perfumes for many different kinds of occasions. Sometimes she needed that special something to get the job done. His leather bound grimoire poofed from a wisp of smoke. She twisted her body and laughed lightly at his comment.

"A Queen will need a King of course...Perhaps one as fitting as yourself one day?" She teased, leaving her arm out to the mage while the sleeve of her arm was rolled up to her shoulder. However, the traces of her robe were soft and left little to the imagination. Her chest was nearly poking free had it not been the fabric's way of concealing her with small movements. But the curve and bust of the woman threatened to break all that with a simple movement, which she made, allowing one of her ample breasts to peak from the unfolded length of robe.

When he was reading his tome and when she had appeared to look down, the print was garbled and a mess, the man sure knew how to sweet talk a woman, but his penship was atrocious, clearly it was only meant for his eyes and his eyes alone. The Dark Witch flicked purple from off her shoulder when his question was asked. A narrowing of her eyes, almost a squint as the azure gaze lingered over his form.

"That is question I would love to be answered as well. I know very little of this new found power and why I have it. All I can do is perhaps withstand the pain until my body accepts its new form, until then, I am but a vessel for it. Perhaps I will have the answer for you another time. There are still so many questions I have, yet I probably won't find them out until I am exposed more of the power beneath."

It was truth in her voice, despite the honey tone, she was nut sure what was happening with her or why this Spirit possessed her as it did. She smiled with those mauve lips of hers and she inched closer to the male. Her hand swept over across his face, her nails raking gently down his cheek as she looked into the golden iris of his good eye. Her smile was sharp and she blinked, her hand rolling down to his chest where she stopped at his heart beat. She sucked in air through her teeth, her eyes looking up at him in a hooded gaze.

Purple hair fell down towards one eye as she shifted her body once more and leaned into the male until her tongue was an inch away from his lips. Her hot breath expelled an earthy scent, reminiscent of Dragon's Blood Oil or incense, before she let her moist lips touch Emil's. She allowed it to linger, their tender flesh pressed to one another. Simple, yet magnificent as she pulled away gently, "Hurry with your binding...before I lose control." She said with a whispering moan, she was heavy with heat and even more so between her thighs where she was becoming achey.

 

Exquisite.

The word whispered from his lips as Vivian pulled away from him, her unique scent flooding his nostrils and bringing heat to his cheeks. Blushing was not something that Emil Trevelyan did. He remained calm, cool and collected even under the most dire of circumstances. People did not fluster him, events did not rattle him, and he was stalwart against any action that would somehow needle its way under his skin and into his mind.

…Perhaps he was not as stalwart as he had led himself to believe after all.

His tongue made a slow, exploratory line against his bottom lip, cataloging Vivian’s unique taste. A smirk tempted his mouth as he exhaled, a tiny curl of smoke fleeing from the corner of his mouth while the scent of sandalwood and sage suddenly perfumed the air. If Emil had two eyes, he would have winked at his lady partner for the evening. As it stood, his mouth continued to hold a knowing smirk.

My own…signature, if you will. He hadn’t been able to work the scent into most of his fire magic, but it was something he was aiming to do. Shame that this night happened before he could show off more of his work.

At Vivian’s instance, Emil gave a quiet nod and, gently, took her burned and scared arm before him. The bandages were still clean and would be fine for the magic he was prepared to work, though he wondered if he would need to do this spell a second time when the Witch decided to change them. Part of him wanted to ask Vivian this question, or even suggest it just so he could see her again, but he held off. There was nothing less attractive than a man who didn’t know what the hell he was doing, and Emil was trying to keep his points in the positive column when it came to Lucia’s Witch.

A throaty hum vibrated from Emil’s chest, his eye glancing down to the book in his lap. With one hand gently holding Vivian’s arm, the other one whispered down along the page that he scanned. He presented his thumb to the book, pressed in on the page, and lifted the flickering golden run from the sheet. It had adhered to his thumb like a sticker.

A satisfied sound rumbled from his lips, his intent gaze roving from the magic clinging to his finger to the ashen bandages that Vivian had wrapped around her arm. He moved his thumb to her upper arm and pressed against the cotton material. There was a maroon flare as the rune touched the bandage, another curl of smoke that lifted into the air, and then nothing.

Emil lifted his hand away, internally surprised that it had worked, though his mask merely looked satisfied, knowingly satisfied. After the rune had burned itself into the bandage, Emil continued his magic, lifting the runes from his spell book and branding them into the bandage upon Vivian’s arm until there was a straight, vertical line of them that went from elbow to wrist.

He then leaned forward and muttered a single word of power. The runes flared to life, white hot and smoking. He muttered another word and with a spark of auburn magic, they multiplied, circling her arm until all the gauze was covered in very neat, very straight horizonal and vertical binding runes. Once that was complete, the sizzle faded, the glow diminished, and the runes faded until they merely looked like delicate silver inscriptions on her bandage, the very same that wound up and down Emil’s blade.

There, he whispered, trading the sight of his work for that of her beautiful face. It should hold for the night, as promised. Now, if the Lady is ready, I do wish to move on to more…adventurous things.
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Like having a cigarette after sex, Vivian expelled a puff of smoke from her lips as she lay there on Emil's chest. The last hour of hot love making was something to be contended with from a God's point of view. It had been a steamy hour, and Vivian was lost in the land of lust as she cuddled up to the mage.

Her hair swept off to the side, a hand lay on his belly as she listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart thumping against his chest. The man sure knew how to please a woman, especially one of Vivian's caliber, such a treat was beyond rare to find. Her mauve lips separated into a wide smile, although her expression was hidden from their position together. One of her silky legs was up and over his own, and she was content with that.

Normally in the game, if she would have sex with the opposite sex, it was a 'hey, thanks for the lay, you can leave now.' But with Emil, she was happy knowing that she could quite possibly just sleep with him and not have that urgency to get rid of him. The sex was good, it would have been rude to toss him out after a session like that. Her fingernails swept over his belly and circled his flesh, making small little patterns as she stayed silent.

Getting comfortable and tilting her head to meet the gaze of his one golden eye, she took in a heavy breath just to get a little serious, "I understand you do your own thing. You don't play by the rules. You look like a guy that would do his own thing and then that is that. But I wonder, does the man with the elegance of a God have any alliances? I mean...I wouldn't mind tagging up with you as a partner. I have plans that you already know of, but having allies that would not betray me, that is something I am in dire need of."

She shifted once more, the flat of her arm resting over his chest and her chin resting upon that. Her azure eyes were warm and melting into silver from the glow of the candles, she attempted to search his thoughts by looking into his one good eye, "I might be queen one day, but that is not going to happen with Astor sitting on the throne. Or some other Hero who wants to be a King. So I am gonna need able bodied people to help when the time comes. You think there is a possibility of you entertaining that idea or would you rather be left out?"

Vivian's body lifted, her bare chest rubbing against the naked flesh of the experienced Mage as she got a bottle of wine from the side that they had been enjoying for most of the night. She filled her glass, allowing her naked body to wrap around a sheer, black silk sheet as she brought her knees to a resting point and drank from her wine glass. Her gaze remained on the educated player as she sipped, eyes twinkling before she let her mouth drop down to his. They shared the wine mouth to mouth with a kiss, perhaps a little more persuasion was in order to have him as a powerful ally in the future.