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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 9th April 2020, 3:43 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Mercury grinned back at Themesycia’s comment about the younger woman not needing much beauty sleep before she wandered off to go get them some water. In the meantime, Sabine took it upon herself to request her own fight with Vandrad, clearly wanting to fit in and seem worthwhile. It was a horrible idea, really. The woman had screech in pain just from the prince holding her arm the night before, so chances were he could probably flick her with a finger and send her ass over head. Naturally, Mercury was delighted by the prospect. She chuckled openly. that was going to be a show, and one that she was most looking forward to.

    Sadly, it seemed she would not get to watch. The instant Mercury plopped her rear into a chaise, Themesycia suggested that Vandrad absolutely take the time to entertain Sabine with a spar while the duchess and Mercury took a stroll together through town. It took every ounce of willpower the Silver Wolf mage had not to pout. After all, she didn’t want Themesycia to think the idea of going on a private walk with her was unenjoyable for her -- she just really wanted to see Sabine get physically humiliated. And to see just how awful she would be at trying to use the fight to get physically closer to Vandrad. It was sure to be a trainwreck, and Mercury’s morbid curiosity was practically begging to be its witness.

    That, and the thought of having to stand back up and walk after all the exercise was exhausting.

    Vandrad, of course, did not trust the intent of Themesycia isolating Mercury, which the Silver Wolf herself was a little curious about. Even her mind went straight to the assumption that the duchess was trying to wiggle a second round out of her. After all, she and Simon had made it pretty clear that they had no intentions of stopping to pursue her, and not just because it would be suspicious to Vandrad for them to seemingly do so out of the blue. He eyed his mother, opting instead to join them on the walk and openly stating his purpose to make sure nothing illicit happened between them. “Well, you’re no fun,” she muttered playfully, smirking at him over the glass of water as she drank it.

    It was the only remark she made, content to relax while she could and drink her water until the two of them decided what her fate was. Unsurprisingly, Themesycia won. What was surprising, however, was the manner in which she won. For a moment she continued to coo at the man, wondering how she and Mercury were supposed to have any girl time if there was a member of the male persuasion lingering about. At first Vandrad started to protest, but the duchess cut him off gently by asking him to trust her with a more serious tone than she normally seemed to have. It even caught Mercury’s attention, piquing her own curiosity over what it was that the woman could want.

    She watched in curious silence, sipping from her water as her gaze flicked back and forth between the two du Wolffs before Vandrad finally relented. Themesycia kissed Vandrad appreciatively on the cheek before wandering over to Mercury and offering her a hand up. The younger mage smirked and took the limb. “I never say no to a pretty lady.” The two of them started to walk away hand in hand, and it seemed that Sabine had also realized something very noteworthy had just happened, possibly important. Suddenly she seemed to be in doubt of her decision to stay and play with the prince. Mercury chortled with amusement, continuing to not hide her entertainment at Sabine’s expense.

    While the duchess addressed Sabine’s confusion and uncertainty, Mercury’s free hand slipped down to Simon as they passed him. There was a wicked grin on her face that no one else could see as she passed the man a small but obvious camera. “So us ladies can see the humiliation when we return,” she murmured to the man with a mischievous wink. There was no way that she was going to miss Sabine getting her ass handed to her by Vandrad, who surely wasn’t going to hold back on using the spar for a bit of self therapy. Then, she jumped in surprise and flashed a naughty grin at Themesycia as the older woman grabbed at her ass, playing right into the display.

    The two women said nothing to one another until they had gotten to the trees, though Mercury was giggling to herself over the whole exchange. Themesycia apologized for throwing Sabine at her, to which she only grinned. “Oh please, I went to bed last night day dreaming about this. I will happily accept the chance to pick on her a bit more. Frankly I was going to do it anyway, I was just going to find time to do it in Midi.” She shot the duchess a devilish look. Though it came across in the guise of humor, there was no mistaking that Mercury was the type who held a grudge, and held it hard. Sabine had made herself a target and that wasn’t going to go away just because the woman went back to her home country.

    But the look didn’t last long as the older woman brought up an incident from the night before. By the way Mercury blinked at her, it was obvious she hadn’t been expecting the question. “Oh, no we’re fine,” she said quickly. Then, realizing that the answer sounded forced, Mercury sighed. It took her a moment to find her words, particularly since she hadn’t been prepared for this conversation to come up. She wasn’t entirely sure how up front she wanted to be about everything that had happened. Mercury trusted Themesycia, but she had only just met the woman yesterday, and the Silver Wolf mage was still learning how to open to Vandrad, let alone others.

    “Sorry, I’m not… good at this,” she finally admitted. The duchess had been accepting and kind to her when she hadn’t needed to be, and it hadn’t taken long for Mercury to be convinced that it wasn’t coming from any place of wanting to manipulate her. Themesycia genuinely liked Mercury, or so the younger woman felt, and even if it was hard to talk about she would at least do the respect of trying… even if it put her in a slightly vulnerable place. “As social as I am, it’s… difficult for me to understand people. I don’t really hang out with anyone long enough to get to know them very well.”

    Great, that sounded like a cry for attention, she muttered to herself in her head. Rather than linger on it, Mercury continued on, speaking much in the same manner as she had at the bar with Vandrad, her words coming with stops and gaps as though she were putting them together in her head as they left her mouth. “It was just a misunderstanding. I was teasing him and… thought I said something too far. He had gotten upset and walked off. But when I went to apologize to him, he wasn’t mad at me. The subject matter had bothered him, but… not for the reasons I thought it had. Not because of anything I’d done or said. He helped me understand, though. We’re fine now.”

    Mercury elected not to get into any details over it, knowing that Vandrad was as elusive as she was. He probably wouldn’t have cared if she went into details with his mother, but at the same time it felt wrong to expose him and his vulnerabilities, even to the woman who arguably cared about him the most in this world. Hopefully she wouldn’t press the matter too deeply. A bit uncertainly, she flicked her gaze back up to Themesycia’s. “Was... that what you wanted to talk about?” Mercury asked. Obviously the duchess had wandered off with her for a reason, one that had been serious enough to get Vandrad’s attention and cause him to relent his watchful gaze over her for what was sure to be much longer than ten minutes.

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    Vandrad Ragnos
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 9th April 2020, 7:06 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Simon was more than happy to receive the camera from Mercury, though truthfully he was probably just happy for the attention. He grinned up at her, gesturing with the camera to acknowledge what she wanted as well as bid her a temporary farewell. While Vandrad and Sabine were getting set up for their mockery of a match, the uncle took the time to get the camera in position and rolling for the best angle.

    Themesycia and Mercury had walked far enough away that no one at the pool area would hear them. It was there that the Duchess apologized, half-heartedly, to the Silver Wolf mage for putting her in the position of dealing with Sabine. It wasn’t a true apologize, as she knew that Mercury was probably chomping at the bit to get back at the Midian princess and make her look even more foolish. And the younger woman acknowledged that, explaining that she was planning on targeting the Midian woman anyways, though she had every intent of doing so while visiting Midi. Themesycia chuckled and gave a small shake of her head, amused at the younger woman’s antics. “I figured I owed you for stepping in last night and robbing you of your opportunity, so I made the executive decision to let her stay. I imagine she’ll very soon regret choosing not to leave early like I suggested,” the older woman replied with a wicked grin.

    She sincerely was only meaning to make sure that Mercury and Vandrad were in a good place again. The Duchess wasn’t going to pry, as she had only met the Silver Wolf mage not even twenty four hours prior. Granted, they had spent a good portion of that time having sex but physical intimacy did not equate to any right to knowledge. She was simply concerned for the younger woman and her son, not wanting to cause any more strife by anything that could or couldn’t happen the rest of the day. Mercury quickly explained that they were fine and that honestly, seemed to be the end of it. Her reply was short and perhaps a little too suggestive but the tone seemed earnest enough. Yet Themesycia could see that Mercury was pondering something, making a decision internally based on her own answer. She waited patiently until the Silver Wolf mage apologized, saying that she wasn’t good at… well, apparently deep social constructs.

    She went onto explain that she rarely got close to people and so it was hard for her to understand people, despite the front she put forward of being a social butterfly. Themesycia continued to watch and listen as Mercury wrestled back and forth introspectively before finally opening up more, her words coming with hard stops and pauses as she pieced the words together out in the open. She broke down the situation about as generally as Ever had, which was just fine. Themesycia didn’t need details unless one wanted to provide them. As Mercury’s gaze looked back up at her hesitantly and checked if that was the reason for the walk, Themesycia smiled softly. She reached out once more to take the woman’s hand in hers. “Not necessarily. I appreciate the effort you just put in to tell me all of that, I honestly do. But you never have to tell me anything that you don’t want to. I will do my best never to demand an explanation from you or Vandrad about your lives, else your freedom becomes like a cage with a pair of eyes looking over it. We all have secrets, Mercury and no one needs to be privy of them unless we decide they should be. I simply wanted to ensure that you two were okay -- I’d hate for either of you to have to leave early because of any awkwardness. So going forward, you never need to explain yourself to me unless you want to.” She gave Mercury’s hand another reassuring squeeze before letting it drop.

    “But that was not why I wanted to talk with you alone. Nor was it my intention to find a way to ravage you again, though the thought did occur to me,” she said, turning to eye the younger woman in the bathing suit adoringly. “I was concerned simply on Vandrad’s behalf. I wasn’t sure really what had struck him or triggered him and wanted to ensure he hadn’t tried to… act out of order. I know that sounds terrible for a mother to say but my son is…” She trailed off, her brow declining in concern as memories flooded into her mind. “Vandrad is a strong, independent man who constantly desires to be stronger than he is at any given moment. The lavish parts of life, especially within our palace, never appealed to him in the slightest. The first chance he got, he ran off to the military and became a dog of the nation. He found a sort of beauty in the destructiveness, a connection to the hardness of the world despite being raised in its beauty. He isn’t one to be popular, whether he wants to be or not, nor did he have anyone he would consider a friend. He had us, his family, but even then that took… a long time for him to repiece that connection into something he wasn’t disgusted by. He’s hard to be around and unfortunately, that isn’t his fault. It’s mine.”

    They were passing through a larger portion of the woods, the path carrying them through the heart of the trees before it would open back up to the town below. Even from where they stood, they would be able to hear the commotion of the streets and the people upon it. Themesycia didn’t look at Mercury, staring straight ahead in almost a daze. “We weren’t originally from Bellum, you see. When we arrived here, I was but a little girl and I was still new to my family. That… story about Vandrad being discovered on the side of the road is one that was tried and used already, about me. My mother abandoned me in the brushes and it was by luck that Vincent du Wolff, my father, happened upon me with a soft heart and a welcoming hand. He brought me into his home and declared I was to be his new daughter.”

    She snorted softly, finally breaking her trance to look over at Mercury. “Quite the fairy tale ending one might say. But my… adoptive mother, Beatrix du Wolff, was not pleased. She doted upon the rest of my siblings; Simon and Everance were her own, after all. But me, I was this scrangly, pathetic thing her husband had dragged in from the cold. She hated me and had no qualms about making sure I understood that every single day I was alive. I may have grown up in the same mindset of Vandrad were it not for the rest of my family and my family’s helpers. I was welcomed and loved and held in a high regard and I am forever thankful for them all. But as I said, we eventually moved to Bellum so my family could have a better means of living. My father’s knowledge of magic earned him high regard within the families of Bellum and soon we found ourselves in the midst of true political influence.”

    “Almost forty years ago, my father was the one pushing for an end to the cold war between Bellum and Fiore. He had a lot of grand ideas that were controversial and dangerous but ending the tension between the two nations was one that several people could get behind. A summit was arranged on Fioran soil, so that Bellum could show it had good faith in the talks. My father chose me to accompany him to the summit, rather than Ever or Simon. My mother was outraged, despite the fact that my brother and sister had very little interest in the duchy while I was fascinated by it. While there, the Magic Council of Fiore assigned a Rune Knight to guard my family -- one Gren Ragnos.” Even as she said his name, her lips pulled back in a smile. “Oh, he was as handsome as they come. A real knight in shining armor. If I had a picture of him when he was that young, you’d think that it was really a picture of Vandrad -- spitting image of his father, that boy is. My young heart was enthralled at the sight of this man in armor, who spoke so soft and kindly. It was about as feminine as I ever got. Well, a group of assassins attacks the summit, setting off an explosion that killed dozens of people. In the chaos, I was separated from my father but rescued by Gren. The assassins seemed to be targeting my father and I so we had to go on the run, with my knight guiding me through the dangerous woods by himself. He was so brave, risking his life for a girl he’d only met a day or so before. When we stopped and rested, we had some time to talk -- really talk, as people rather than as a guard protecting a dignitary's daughter. Somehow just being there with him stirred something in me and I jumped his bones right there and then. Poor guy was a virgin as well so… his first romp was nothing to write home about. But he came back with a vengeance the second time.”

    She sighed. “Unfortunately, I realized too late that I wasn’t truly attracted to Gren but rather the life he had. The glory of being a knight, of facing danger and protecting people -- it filled my heart with glee. No, as I lay there with him in my arms, I realized that I hadn’t ever really found any man attractive -- save for Simon. Quite the realization during a life and death situation. Gren escorted me all the way to the border of Bellum, where he confessed his budding feelings for me. I felt terrible and even worse when I told him that my destiny as a Duchess of Bellum would never allow me to marry a man from Fiore. He was heartbroken and mine broke with him. That was the last I saw of the man and on the way home, I discovered I still felt sick. It wasn’t until a few days later that I discovered I was pregnant with Vandrad. A child out of wedlock, the father a man from Fiore -- a Rune Knight. It threatened everything my family had built. My father didn’t care about that; he was honestly just excited to be a grandfather. But Beatrix wouldn’t have it. She crafted a plan explaining that, much like my father had experienced all those years before, I had discovered the abandoned child and adopted it as my own. No one but my father and siblings were allowed to see me as Vandrad grew within me, my disappearance being explained as my constant studies. When I eventually did give birth, the story was spilled to the masses and I was hailed as a truly compassionate woman -- so long as the child had magic. You see, babies abandoned in Bellum normally those born without magic. The people of this nation view anyone without some trace of magic as being subhuman, barely worthy of noting but certainly worth enslaving. But the best tests jewel can buy guaranteed us that he had magic in him and he would eventually grow into it.”

    Themesycia’s eyes narrowed again gently. “Father died that year -- heart attack that took him out of nowhere. His will decreed that I take his charge of being Duchess of the du Wolff family, with Simon acting as my second. Beatrix was… furious. I could see the cracks forming in her even then, with the loss of my father and now the abandoned child being given the reins of the family. And I saw the way she looked at Vandrad with utter disgust -- a deep glare that seemed even more wicked than the ones she gave me. Luckily I didn’t have to leave him in her care; at the time, I had hired a woman by the name of Yuna Beneluve to work as a caretaker for Vandrad. She also happened to be my secret lover, whom I had every intention of marrying as soon as possible. Oh, Vandrad adored her -- they loved each other so strongly, I knew that there would be no issue with her becoming his second mother. But then the slave revolts broke out and Bellum drafted a person from every family to serve. Ever and Simon aren’t… fit for war so rather than put them in that position, I offered myself instead. Simon was left in charge in my stead and Yuna would take care of Vandrad while I was away.”

    Her walking slowed to a complete stop as her face sunk, her eyes flitting to and fro softly. “Yuna was… a compassionate woman but she wasn’t brave. She was so soft and caring and Beatrix knew just how to abuse that. Without me there to protect him, Beatrix found ways to get to Vandrad -- to remind him that he was an unloved bastard that didn’t deserve the glamor of being a du Wolff. She said such wicked things to him, to such a young boy who barely understood how the world worked.” She inhaled softly, closing her eyes. “I don’t… know when she started to beat him. The scars were already there by the time I had come home. But I know they were from her. All her hatred, all her rage, all that evil that had been building in her over years towards me was finely focused on him for no other reason than that he was my child.” She took another moment, even as tears started to pool beneath her eyes and steam down her cheeks. “Yuna, that stupid woman… she finally caught Beatrix in the act. She came screaming in, hurling herself at the old witch and fighting her off Vandrad. Simon had come in with her to grab Vandrad, the poor boy covered in bruises and cuts. He fought his uncle off, his five year old body possessed with wanting to protect Yuna of all people. Somehow Beatrix freed herself and managed to grab a ceremonial sword from the mantlepiece. Yuna never… She never even felt the sword pierce her heart, I think. But Vandrad felt it. Simon doesn’t remember much after Yuna fell to the ground but he remembers Vandrad swallowed up in this hideous magic that reeked of evil. He screamed and unleashed a blast that sent Simon flying back, knocking him out cold.”

    Her voice had softened into a near whisper as she told the story, staring at the ground with wide, tear-streaked eyes. “When he came to, Vandrad was lying on the ground. And all that was left of Beatrix was dust, ashes gathered on the rug. He’d blown a hole right through the wall and disintegrated her right with it.” That hung in the air for a complete minute in silence, Themesycia standing there and simply feeling it all. After a moment, she reached up and wiped her eyes with her forearm, clearing away the streaks. “After that, he was never the same. He was cold, calculated… intent on never being weak enough to be in that position again. I lost the woman I wanted to marry but I was afraid I lost my son that day too.”

    Finally she managed to look at Mercury again. “He will never say it outloud but I know he considers you his friend. That’s something I never even imagined would happen. That’s why I’m telling you all of this. Because I know that I can trust you with it. And so you know why he is the way he is. But he is still a good man and I can tell he truly enjoys having you around him.” She let that sink in before she reached up to wipe away a few more wayward tears, chuckling mirthlessly. “I’m sorry. You probably think I’m crazy, for sharing such an intimate story. Honestly I didn’t think I would go into that much detail. Apparently it’s been so long since I’ve told the story that I can’t simply brief over the entire saga. I’m sorry about that.”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 9th April 2020, 11:28 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    “In your defense,” Mercury told the older woman with a smirk, “You didn’t rob me of anything last night. Vandrad did. But the show was well worth the watch, and frankly I think having the only person whose attention she actually wanted defend me probably made her more upset than if I had defended myself. But hey, if she wanted to come back and give us a second chance that’s on her, not you.” She easily played off the oddity of Vandrad having come to her “rescue” at the gala the night before, something which was certainly still strange to her but not necessarily something she saw as that big of a deal, though his mother probably did.

    Somehow, Mercury managed to blubber through the awkwardness of asking a question she had been wholly unprepared for. Themesycia assured her the small hiccup at the bar the night before hadn’t been the reason she’d brought Mercury out here, but apparently she had seen the effort it had taken to answer as much as she had about it and the older woman appreciated it. She explained that she never wanted Mercury to feel obligated to talk to her about anything she didn’t want to, whether it be about herself or about Vandrad, comparing that to a set of eyes constantly keeping them stripped of freedom.

    And boy, didn’t that hit home? She managed to keep her face straight, but her gaze flicked forward to watch where they were walking while her brain rattled around inside her head. There was some other kind of emotion swelling up inside of her that she absolutely needed to squash down, and quickly. It was now twice in less than twenty-four hours that someone had respected her in a way that resonated more deeply than they could ever understand, and just like the first time Mercury had exactly zero idea how to handle it. Though, she did manage a small smile back at the woman even as Themesycia gave her hand an encouraging squeeze before letting it go.

    Thankfully, the duchess seemed keen on changing the subject quickly after that, though Mercury would soon find the subject matter to be much weightier than anything she’d ever come across before outside of her own personal life experiences. The Silver Wolf mage waggled her eyebrows at Themesycia at the mention of ravaging, but otherwise did nothing to interrupt the woman, who went on to express her concern was more just wanting to make sure Vandrad hadn’t acted out in some way. She explained that Vandrad has always been headstrong and near tunnel vision focused on his quest to get stronger than he currently was at any given moment. He’d never had a friend before, nor wanted one, having taken a long time to even really come around to his own family and their lavish lifestyle.

    And according to Themesycia, that was her own fault.

    Mercury frowned at her, interested in where this was going but also confused as to why it was being brought up with her. Wherever the conversation was leading, she could already tell it wasn’t going to be an easy story -- though nothing would truly prepare her for the depth of how hard it was. The forest opened up into the town, and the duchess fixed her gaze before them toward the path ahead as they walked it. She explained that their family hadn’t originally been from Bellum, and then when they had come she had been quite young and new to the family. It was odd wording, but she quickly addressed it by admitting that the story of Vandrad being found as an infant and taken in by the du Wolffs had actually been her own story, not her son’s.

    She stared at Themesycia in open shock, her mouth opening as if to comment but quickly stopping as she realized she had absolutely no idea what to say to that. It was quite the revelation, though Mercury supposed it answered the question of how she was only related to Simon and Everance through adoption. It seemed she had been left in the brush by her birth mother, but a man named Vincent, Simon and Everance’s father, had taken her in. Unfortunately, the compassionate sentiment had not been shared by her adoptive mother. The woman had spent all of Themesycia’s growing life reminding her that she didn’t belong, and the only reason she hadn’t become as closed off as Vandrad was because the rest of the family had wholly accepted her.

    The Silver Wolf mage walked in silence alongside Themesycia, a growing tension inside of her that this story was about to venture into a realm that was completely alien to Mercury. Her emerald gaze kept darting around the area, taking the town and its people in without really looking at any of it. She’d never had someone open up to her like this before, including Vandrad’s weird behaviors the night prior, and she was uncertain what the proper behavior was. All she could do was listen wordlessly and hope that was the right answer.

    About for decades ago, she and Vincent had indeed been at the peace talks between Bellum and Fiore that the family had mentioned the night before, and a sudden recollection hit her. She had been certain that Simon hadn’t been wholly truthful when speaking about Vandrad’s adoption, but hadn’t caught any kind of proof, only had an inkling that Mercury had all but written off already by this point. Now, she was about to hear the true story, which apparently involved them being on Fioren soil with Rune Knight protection… in the name of Gren Ragnos.

    Mercury had known since the beginning that Vandrad had been looking for his dad. As Themesycia herself said, there was no mistaking their relationship. She had already seen his pictures, and Vandrad was indeed a near copy of the man. But apparently, Gren had been forced to actually have to do his job when assassins attempted to hit the summit, forcing her away from her father where Gren eventually rescued her. He guided her back to her father and to safety, and at some point during the whole ordeal she had become so enamored with him that she jumped him. Apparently, it had been both of their first times, and from the sound of things they had slept together at least twice.

    But during that time was when the young up and coming duchess had put together for herself that it wasn’t Gren she had been enamored with so much as his life style of being a knight and a warrior. In fact, she had come to realize that apart from Simon she wasn’t attracted to men at all. But by then the man had fallen for her, and she’d had to find a way to let him down gently, explaining that they could never be a thing due to her status as a noble in an enemy country. On the way home, after Gren had left, was when she got sick… and then later discovered that she was pregnant.

    They’d had to hide her pregnancy from the public and even from most of the family, in order to save their reputation as nobles. Her father wasn’t upset with her, unlike her mother, but still she had been shut away for a few months until Vandrad was born where Themesycia could claim the same story that Vincent had with herself: that she’d simply found the boy abandoned and chosen to take him in. The public ate the story up, revering her for her compassion.

    Provided that Vandrad had magic. Mercury had already done some research on the country before coming to it, but that didn’t really take away the impact of hearing the words spoken and confirmed to her face. Bellum regarded people without magic as subhumans fit only to be slaves and nothing more. Despite her own circumstances, Mercury didn’t have a whole lot of pity for slaves… but somehow, it hit a little harder to think that the only reason Themesycia would have been regarded as a hero was if he had grown up to have some trace of magic. And it seemed that the du Wolffs had spent a lot of money to purchase tests that confirmed he did have latent abilities that would one day mature into fruition.

    The more Themesycia spoke, the more overwhelmed Mercury was beginning to feel by the entire conversation. Granted, she hid it fairly well. Or at least, the extent of it. A glance at her face would probably tell the duchess that Mercury wasn’t entirely sure how to take this sudden and personal story, which was probably explained by her own admittance not so long ago that she wasn’t really experienced with a lot of deep, heartfelt interactions. But to her credit, she continued to do her best to push her increasing anxiety down and give Themesycia the respect of a listening, attentive ear, even if she had the sinking suspicion that this was leading up to information that Vandrad might not exactly be keen on her hearing.

    Vincent had died the same year Vandrad was born, and much to his wife’s chagrin it was Themesycia who had been named by will to assume the duchy in his stead. She had been the only one of his children interested in the responsibilities of leadership, and neither of her siblings seemed at all upset by the appointment. It was only Beatrix, who had been infuriated by it. Between that and losing her husband, the woman had started to fall apart violently, her eyes setting on Vandrad. A knot formed in Mercury’s stomach the likes of which she’d never felt before, already having an inkling of where this was going and not liking it one bit.

    Themesycia had at one point been in a committed relationship with a woman named Yuna, who she hired to be Vandrad’s caretaker. According to the duchess, the young boy adored Yuna with every fiber of his innocent being, and was very close to her to the point of her being like a second mother -- which seemed to be what Themesycia had in mind. Given that this was the first time Mercury was hearing the name, she could already deduce that something ill had befallen the woman, which only increased the odd wrenching in her stomach, especially as Themesycia stopped walking, completely lost in her own story.

    Mercury stopped awkwardly next to her, continuing to listen. Eventually, the duchess had been drafted to help with a slave revolt, leaving Vandrad in Yuna’s care. But unfortunately, Yuna was not as strong willed as Vandrad’s birth mother, and that was when Beatrix had chosen to strike at her grandson. It was difficult for Mercury to picture a man as strong willed and unbending as he was to have been a victim of abuse, even in his early years… but then again, it did explain a lot about why he had become that way. Mercury was already drawing an uncomfortable number of parallels between Vandrad’s history and personality against her own.

    Her discomfort grew when she realized the duchess was crying, something Mercury really didn’t know what to do with. The only times the Xocili had ever been exposed to tears were to her own, and that was a long, long time ago. She couldn’t remember the last time anything had moved her to tears, and those times certainly hadn’t been out of consideration of someone else’s feelings or troubles. Add to that the fact that the few times she’d cried had been met with swift and firm punishment, and… well, she had learned at an early age that tears were just a sign of weakness to be purged from the body.

    Which just made the phenomenon all the more troubling for her to see a woman that had just utterly decimated her in a spar not even ten minutes ago standing there before her, moisture pouring shamelessly down her face. Mercury gulped quietly, her eyes darting around as much as Themesycia’s as she tried to stay as even as possible about the whole thing. This story was clearly difficult for the duchess to tell, and Mercury didn’t want to ruin it, no matter how uncomfortable it was making her.

    When Yuna had finally caught Beatrix abusing the young boy, she’d gathered enough courage to act, attacking the older woman while Simon snatched young Vandrad up and tried to pull him out of the fray. But in the midst of it all, the matriarch had managed to get her hands on a weapon and run the other woman through so thoroughly that she died immediately. Vandrad, apparently, had snapped, cloaked in an aura of evil so thick that it knocked Simon back and out, and completely disintegrated his grandmother. And ever since that traumatic experience, he’d been different. He was harder, more distant, causing Themesycia to think she had lost her boy along with her lover.

    By the time Themesycia looked back up at Mercury, there would be no mistaking that she had no idea how to process the story that had just been presented to her. For all the composure in her expression and demeanor, there was a bit of wideness to her eyes like a deer caught in headlights. She must have been exuding complete and utter confusion as to why Themesycia had told her all of this, because the duchess went on to answer that very question without Mercury even having to ask it.

    As much as Vandrad would deny it, he did consider Mercury a friend, according to his mother. In her own way, Mercury knew it was true… though she herself had never really stopped to put any weight to it. The Silver Wolf wizard joked and teased him all the time about being his best friend while he insisted otherwise, but there was more truth to her jests than even she had ever really taken the time to consider. Is that what was happening between them? All the weirdness and changed behaviors that she didn’t understand, the feelings she was unfamiliar with… was that the sensation of forming a bond of friendship? He had told her he trusted her…

    Either way, it seemed that Themesycia had recognized that Vandrad had found something in Mercury he’d never allowed himself to have before, and it was enough for her to want the woman to know their story, so she could understand why Vandrad was so closed off and gruff all the time. But for all his surliness, he was a good person who valued whatever place it was that Mercury had in his life. The lavender haired woman was utterly speechless, grasping at straws for what to say or do, for the proper way to react to all this heavy information. Despite her best efforts, it must have been written all over her face because Themesycia apologized a minute later, admitting she hadn’t exactly meant to go into so much detail.

    It was enough to at least get Mercury’s voice working, if roughly. “It’s okay,” she told the woman, having to immediately stop herself to clear an odd bit of coarseness from her throat so she could speak clearly. “You have nothing to apologize for. Like I said, I’m… I’m the one who’s… inexperienced with this kind of stuff.” Somehow recognizing that she was about to ramble to cover the awkwardness, she managed to shut herself up there. It was uncommon for her to feel like this at someone else’s pain. Mercury had been on the listening end to a number of sob stories from people in the past that seemed to think she cared, and none of them had affected her. So why was it different now?

    It was another long few seconds before she found her voice again. “There’s never been a time where I’ve ever felt like I’ve had to… endure him,” Mercury told the other woman, once again speaking tentatively as she formulated her thoughts, desperate to do more than just dumbly listen to such a difficult tale. She didn’t know how to take the information, but she at least recognized that its intent was for Mercury to understand Vandrad, presumably so as not to hold his mannerisms against him. That, at least, was something she could speak on a bit more readily. “Even when he tried his hardest to kill me, I never had any issues with him. If anything, he’s the one who tolerates me. I know I joke about that for everyone’s benefit but… that doesn’t make it less true.”

    Her jaw twitched a little as she tried to figure out the right way to say what she wanted to say. “Honestly, the only reason he and I ever even saw each other again was because I knew he wanted nothing to do with me… which I found… amusing.” Mercury found it surprisingly difficult to say that outloud, the softly spoken words tasting sour in her mouth when even yesterday she could have admitted to her rather immature behavior without any sense of remorse or guilt. Now she was riddled with insecurity over it. It sucked. “There’s no reason for him to trust me as much as he does. I’m… I’m not the nicest person. And I certainly haven’t been to him. We more or less worked well together from the start, I suppose, but… I don’t know why he keeps me around. I haven’t given him very many reasons to.”

    She bit her lip a little and looked down at the ground. “I know he’s a good person. I’ve never done anything malicious to him, of course, but he’s still been better to me than I deserve. I don’t know when or how we started… actually getting along… but it was because he chose to accept my behaviors. Not the other way around.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 10th April 2020, 2:13 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Themesycia had not planned to be so… emotional during her story. In fact, the whole story was supposed to be summed up easily and neatly with very little connection or depth. She hadn’t expected the memories to strike as hard as they did, nor for her heart’s strings to be plucked and played as she spoke. She couldn’t recall the last time the torrid tale had ever come out and truthfully, as she thought about it, she wasn’t sure if she ever truly had told it. Perhaps it had always been told around her or maybe it never really came out at all. The people that knew it had practically been there or knew enough about the situation to put the pieces together. She wasn’t even sure Vandrad knew the entire story from beginning to end.

    But more importantly, he’d never had a confidante. He’d never, in his entire life, managed to let anyone in deep enough that he seemed to genuinely enjoy their presence. There had been potential friends over the years; comrades from the military that had taken a liking to him, at first. Yet as his true nature continued and refused to soften, those connections had faded away. Vandrad never seemed to care about the people that went missing, simply shrugging them away and continuing on his own journey. And truthfully, Themescyia didn’t know the extent of Vandrad’s feelings for Mercury, how strong they were or what manner they existed within him. But she had seen enough to know that there was something there; some nugget, some spark that had never lived in him before. And she liked to think, based on what she saw, that there was something in Mercury towards him as well.

    Perhaps that’s why she had wanted to take Mercury aside. A part of her must have been terrified of her son losing someone he seemed to care about because of his hardened nature. The Silver Wolf mage seemed perfectly capable of countering his remarks and his stance but would there come a day when she wasn’t in the mood? When things were weighing on her and she sought Vandrad out for support, only to find him lacking? She couldn’t bear the thought of it. There was also the fact that she truly enjoyed Mercury herself. She saw pieces of herself in the younger woman and her company was more than welcome. Themesycia was good about realizing how much she would like a person in the long run and she knew that Mercury was a person she wanted to keep around.

    So she’d opened herself up, perhaps more than she should have. They hadn’t spent a lot of time with one another and such a personal, private story was barely suited for people she had known for years. Yet it came out all the same and she admittedly was a bit embarrassed by her lack of control. She wiped her tears away as best she could and apologized for… well, everything. It was a weight that Mercury didn’t deserve on her shoulders and she felt like a fool for practically pushing it onto her.  She took some time to catch her breath, even as the Silver Wolf mage assured her that it was okay. It was a nice sentiment, even if it wasn’t true. As the Duchess collected herself, Mercury circled back to the fact that she wasn’t experienced with dealing with this kind of conversation and Themesycia nodded. “I know and I’m sorry for practically forcing you to do so. I’m not entirely sure what came over me,” she said softly, wishing more than ever she had some control over her feelings.

    A brief silence passed between them and the Duchess honestly felt that the conversation would end right there. As she pondered some means of transitioning to a different topic, to escape the personal and uncomfortable place they were in, Mercury spoke up once more. She admitted that she hadn’t felt a moment yet where she felt like she had to deal with Vandrad, that she had to tough through his worser antics and moods. As Themesycia turned her gaze back to Mercury, she watched the woman once more struggle to speak from her heart -- a tactic she truly didn’t seem that comfortable doing. She went, explaining that even when Vandrad had sought to end her life, she hadn’t held it against him. In fact, it seemed that the Prince was the one that had to put up with her. It had been a joke pretty much from the moment she showed up but it apparently fell more in line with the truth than perhaps many had figured.

    For Mercury’s sake, Themesycia turned to give the younger woman her full attention. This was difficult for her and even the Duchess could see that. But rather than treat her attempts with any kind of half-heartedness, the older woman did her best to show that she was listening, fully, and wanting to hear her. Mercury was opening up a door that perhaps she hadn’t unlocked in a long time and Themesycia wanted to show her the respect by being there to help her through it. She waited patiently as Mercury formed the words in her head and let them spill out, the thoughts fresh out of the oven, in a manner of speaking. She admitted that the only reason the two of them had even reached this point now was because she irritated him and that amused her, enough so that she had sought him out to continue to turn the knife. To others, it may have sounded immature but that never seemed to read on Themesycia’s face. Mercury continued, stating plainly that Vandrad had no reason to trust her like he does, as she was not a nice person. She abused him in her own fashion and while they certainly had a bond and good teamwork, she didn’t believe there were a lot of reasons for him not to cast her aside.

    The younger woman’s eyes fell downward as she agreed with Themesycia, saying that Vandrad was a good person and while she had never done anything truly terrible to him, Mercury felt that his treatment of her was far better than she deserved. Their growth as friends had come without either of them expecting it and the Silver Wolf mage honestly felt it was because he had adapted to her, not the reverse. It was Mercury’s own way of admitting her own part in their relationship, a humbling experience that made her reassess the mannerisms she had shown towards Vandrad. It was also two pronged in that it was the younger woman’s own way of letting Themesycia know that she truly didn’t need to be concerned about Vandrad doing anything to endanger the friendship.

    Like Vandrad, Themesycia had been to war and had been through the atrocities that came with it. That kind of experience changes a person, gives them an understanding and a sixth sense about things other people might miss. Like her son, the Duchess could see Mercury’s cracks; the puzzle pieces that were out of line and revealed a deeper core not yet visible to the naked eye. She let the younger woman’s words hang in the air for a moment before reaching out to place a hand on her upper arm. “Vandrad is an enigma for a lot of people, Mercury -- a conundrum not worth trying to solve. And I can tell that you know him pretty well, so it’s safe to say that you know that no normal, nice woman or man was ever going to befriend him. They’d be broken down before they even got a chance to know a thing about him. Being nice doesn’t mean that you’re more worthy of friendship, of trust than someone that isn’t. Though he probably would never say it out loud, Vandrad understands that too. The only kind of friend he would ever make would be someone that challenged him, that kept him sharp and on his toes. He was closed off, unwilling to take a chance on anything or anyone save for finding answers for his own sake. Be it for your own entertainment or otherwise, you forced yourself into his life. And he has been better for it; I can tell.”

    She smiled softly. “I’ve seen more of a human in my son in the past two days than I ever did after all that happened. You say he tolerates you but I say he is learning to open up. He is taking his chances on a friendship, an ally that he truly enjoys having around. Trust me, Mercury -- if he didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. And if I didn’t feel like he wanted you here, I would have sent you away myself. Just because you don’t see reasons for him to want you around doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” She reached up to stroke the younger woman’s cheek, continuing to smile. “So as a mother speaking to her son’s friend, thank you for being a royal pain in his ass. He clearly needed it.” Though the words were playful, her tone was as serious and sincere as they come. She did her best to hold Mercury’s gaze for as long as the younger woman would allow it, ensuring she understood how genuine she meant what she had said.

    After another moment of that, Themesycia sighed and reached up to brush the last remnants of tears that had somehow made it to her eyes. “Well we should have brought drinks with us -- I wasn’t expecting all of this emotional weight,” she joked, laughing softly as she finally started walking again. “I almost wish I had the wherewithal to keep it mum until later. I would have enjoyed watching Sabine attempting to fight Vandrad in person. But I imagine the video from your camera will have to do; we’ll just have to put it up on the screen in the club and watch it in the best definition we can manage,” she said with an impish grin.

    “Ah, here we are,” she said suddenly, stopping once more and turning to face a two-story building. They’d walked a fair distance around the city’s outer limits and finally reached an area where the structures were more spread apart. This particular home was set at the end of the road, thrust out over the cliffside that overlooked the rest of the harbor far below. It was a quaint home, with brick walls and a small little yard on the front of it. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked it over. “I was mulling it over last night in bed, right before I fell asleep. The fact that I had energy to do any wondering was incredible already -- I was thoroughly worn out,” she said with a glance at Mercury before continuing.

    “Ever told me that she made a joke about this very situation last night, which does take a little of the surprise away but…” she said, turning to face Mercury fully. “I wanted to provide you with a place to stay, should you opt to visit us without Vandrad. Of course, you’re more than welcome to take up residence in my bed whenever you want but I know having an actual home provides a place to leave one’s wares.” She let the reality of what she was saying sink in for a moment before she continued. “I know you spoke a lot about Vandrad not having reasons to trust you… and frankly, I imagine it comes as a shock that a woman that you only met yesterday is willing to part with a home for you to use as you like. But I don’t take these acts for granted and I make sure that what I’m feeling, thinking and judging is correct. We may be recently acquainted, Mercury, but I know that you’re a person that I like. And if I can trust you with my son, I can certainly entrust a vacation home to you.”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 10th April 2020, 5:36 pm

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    There probably was some truth to the duchess’ insistence that she had forced the moment on Mercury, who was certainly far out of her comfort zone. But, as Vandrad himself had said to her about parts of their own relationship, that didn’t make it a bad thing. Mercury simply didn’t know how to voice that without sounding… well, fake. She had absolutely zero faith in her ability to handle any of this with sincerity, because she didn’t have much practice at being a sincere person.

    Thankfully, Themesycia let her speak her mind, as uncertain as it was. And she didn’t seem too upset by Mercury’s admittance that the start of her friendship with Vandrad had mostly just been her treating him like a toy for her amusement. The words fell from Mercury’s mouth in an irregular stream, with the duchess letting the younger woman get them out in full before choosing to speak again. Mercury forced herself to look up at Themesycia again when she put her hand on Mercury’s arm. The duchess told her that for most people, Vandrad was a puzzle not worth the effort of putting together, and that no nice or normal person was going to be able to befriend him.

    In fact, she said that being nice to him isn’t what would make her worthy of his trust. What Vandrad needed, what he wanted, was someone that could keep him sharp. Mercury knew this much was true because Vandrad himself had said as much to her himself the night before, though hearing it a second time from another mouth didn’t make it any easier to hear. The important thing, according to Themesycia, was that Mercury had barged her way in whether either of them wanted her to or meant to, or not.

    There was a smile on the older woman’s face as she told Mercury that she had seen more of her son’s humanity over the last two days than she’d seen since that day years ago. She insisted that viewing it as a matter of him tolerating Mercury wasn’t the right mindset. Rather, Vandrad was learning to open up. The Silver Wolf mage had never thought of it that way before. And Themesycia made it clear that if Vandrad hadn’t wanted Mercury there then she wouldn’t be, whether by his insistence or his mother’s.

    What probably rang in her ears the loudest, however, was the woman’s statement that Vandrad’s reasons for wanting Mercury around didn’t have to be apparent for them to be real. Her emerald gaze held Themesycia’s as the woman caressed her cheek supportively, thanking Mercury for taking the time to be a pain in her son’s ass. A much needed smile cracked itself across Mercury’s face, easing the tension and giving her something to cling to that wasn’t alien to her. “Any time,” she teased. The duchess seemed to need the escape from the weight as much as Mercury did, going on to joke about how she probably should have brought drinks with them to help ease the awkwardness, which got a small laugh out of the younger woman.

    “Just means we’ll have to get ourselves nice big drinks when we get back,” Mercury informed her with a grin as they started walking together once more. Themesycia lamented her inability to keep her desire for girl talk back until after getting to watch Sabine get tossed in live view. But, they would both have to be content with the recording. “I’m sure it will be fine. A big screen shows so much more detail. We can pause it, play it in slow motion… plus, this gives us the excuse to ask Sabine how it went when we get back. I’m sure she’ll be furious, cause there’s no way he went easy on her. Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll be gone by the time we get back, though I was kind of hoping to steal the honor of scaring her off myself. Oh well. Vandrad probably deserves it more.”

    It honestly hadn’t occurred to Mercury that they were going to any specific place until Themesycia spoke up to confirm that they’d arrived. She blinked at the older woman as they stopped again, before looking up to see a modestly sized home crafted of brick that was set on the cliffside that overlooked the vast lake their palace was set into. It had a yard in the front and was at the end of the road they were on, with none of its neighbors very close to it. An inkling of her conversation last night with Everance was starting to come back to her, causing another sudden and inexplicable twist in Mercury’s stomach.

    The duchess joked about somehow having the wherewithal the night before to give the matter some thought, drawing a small but nervous laugh from Mercury. Themesycia opened right out with saying she already knew Everance had mentioned this might happen, which had in fact taken away most of the surprise, though there was still clear and real shock on Mercury’s face. Clearly, she hadn’t believed the statement before. In fact, she hardly believed it now, even as Themesycia told her up front that this was a place for Mercury to call home any time she was visiting Bellum without Vandrad’s company, a statement that assumed -- or at least, hoped -- that Mercury would return someday, whether or not the prince was with her.

    Mercury was so shook by it that she couldn’t even laugh at Themesycia’s comment about sharing her own bed if she really wished, her jaw dropped as she stared back and forth between the older woman and the house. “B-but… but I can’t…” she stammered, finding herself once more at a total loss for words. It was becoming a habit that she wasn’t entirely thrilled about. When it was clear that Mercury was incapable of finishing whatever statement she’d tried to start, Themesycia went on to explain that she understood it was probably strange to be given a home by someone she had barely known for a full day, but she had her reasons and believed herself a good judge of character. If she could trust Mercury to respect her son, then a vacation home was little in comparison.

    There was a sour lump in Mercury’s throat. She truly didn’t understand why these people were putting so much faith in her, faith that wasn’t merited. If they knew who she really was, and what she was really doing on Earthland, they would never have done all of this for her. In fact, they probably would have killed her on the spot, or held and tortured her for information. The truth of the matter was that Mercury was an enemy to everyone on this planet, whether she wanted to be or not… and she was quickly starting to realize that she didn’t want to be. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do or say about that. Not without inviting hell, not without bringing war that none of them were prepared for.

    For the first time in a long time, Mercury felt like crying. The tears never came, and the moisture never built up in her eyes, but she wanted to. It was just too much between Vandrad’s odd behaviors, his family’s unrelenting kindness, his mother’s story about their awful past… all the unexpected twists and turns from the last twenty four hours were really starting to build up beneath the surface. She wanted to protest, and her mouth opened several times to do so, but all it took was one look back at the woman to know that Themesycia wouldn’t accept it. It was rare for Mercury to come across a woman more staunch than herself, but there was no denying that in a contest of wills the duchess would probably win nine out of ten times.

    Finally, Mercury sighed softly, accepting the situation with the knowledge that nothing she said or did would make it change. “Thank you,” she told Themesycia quietly. “It means… a lot.” Cliche words if there had ever been any, but no less accurate or weighty. The Silver Wolf mage didn’t know how to express such a deep level of gratitude, especially when she was still struggling to come to grips with what was happening, so she’d gone with the simplest and dumbest words that had managed to worm their way to the front of the chaos in her mind. She shook her head a bit ruefully, a small smirk on her face. “You guys really need to stop giving me stuff. I’m going to develop a complex.”

    Her attempt at humor to break the tension, though again it was true. Mercury’s thumb once again picked at the underside of the ring on her middle finger, not fully aware that she was even doing it. She’d never had a home before, not really. The closest was her small suite in Silver Wolf, which had been a luxury to her up until the night before, when she’d finally been exposed to the lavish life that Vandrad had been raised in. After that, her own accomplishments seemed pretty small… not that she had an issue with that. She was greatly enamored by the idea of grand living like this, but also intimidated by and afraid of it.

    Really the biggest saving grace was that the home Themesycia had seen fit to bequeath to her wasn’t anything of overwhelming proportions, or at least didn’t appear to be on the outside. It was quaint, much bigger than anything she’d be used to but still smaller than Vandrad’s bedroom so that was a relief. The true test would be to see how it looked on the inside, of course, but that surely wasn’t going to remain a mystery for much longer...

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 10th April 2020, 6:34 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    It felt good to break the moment; it had been very emotional and very serious for what seemed like a long time. Mercury had said herself that she didn’t quite know how to approach certain topics easily and Themesycia was one that didn’t normally enjoy talking about such weighty subjects unless absolutely necessary. So being able to break away and get back to the humorous, playful tones was a welcome change that both women seemed more than okay with. The Duchess thanked the Silver Wolf mage and she earned a genuine smile for it, even as she teased back. Good -- it was time to move forward.

    “I try not to indulge too much before a reasonable hour; Gods forbid that I’m half in the bag and suddenly something important comes up requiring my attention. But most times, the day after a ball is quiet. Granted, we do have one shrill banshee still to exorcise from the house but I am quite certain working together, we’ll be able to rid ourselves of it,” the Duchess explained, smirking as she glanced over at Mercury. The Silver Wolf mage seemed quite keen on seeing the video of Sabine trying to fight Vandrad, explaining all the things they could do to get the most humor out of the situation. Mercury seemed to be hoping for all of the bad things to happen at the same time, even expressing a desire to find her gone when they return. “It’s possible. I am sure she was hoping that the mere sight of her tits would win his attention. It’s like she didn’t even do any research into the man she was supposedly going to marry,” Themesycia said with a chuckle.

    “You know why I still hold these ridiculous balls for Vandrad?” she mused aloud. “It’s the only way to get him to come home and see his family. I gave up long ago thinking that any arranged marriage was going to work, as I am, unfortunately, a very fair woman. I refuse to simply marry my son off via a contract, if only because I don’t want to be held responsible for a murder shortly there after. No, I told Vandrad that I still planned on holding the events and arranging the meetings but that he had the final say on if he would go through with the marriage. It’s a hard sell when I meet with other royal dignitaries but frankly, I’ve been scraping the bottom of the barrel at this point -- as you can probably very well tell,” she said, jabbing a thumb in the direction they had come from. “But he isn’t one to spend a lot of time at home and frankly, I miss my son more than I let on. He’s a grump when he’s here but at least he’s taking part in family activities for the sake of court honor. I’ll tell you honestly; he’s only been in the underground club once or twice in his entire lifetime. Absolutely no interest in partaking. Now not only did he come without me having to physically drag him but he actually dressed down for the occasion. You’re turning my son into a comedian and I’m quite okay with it,” she said, shooting a smirk at Mercury.

    By the time she had finished her thoughts, they had arrived at the house. She did very little to hide the fact that this was meant to be Mercury’s for when she visited, so long as she intended on returning at any point. The look on the younger woman’s face was utter shock, frozen in time at the moment that Themesycia had made it known that the house was hers. She babbled slightly, already trying to turn down the gift before it had truly been handed over. But it wouldn’t even take a look at the Duchess to know that saying no was unacceptable. It was a gift; not some means to buy her or gain favor in any department. That didn’t stop the Silver Wolf mage from opening her mouth a few times, trying to find some ground to stand on to refuse. So Themesycia simply waited until her wits returned to her, happy to stand and smile evenly as the shock value wore off.

    Finally the younger woman managed to collect herself to offer a proper thanks for the house, expressing that it meant a lot. Certainly other people may have viewed the statement as cliche but not Themesycia; she understood that it had taken a lot for Mercury to fight against her nature and accept the heavy gift. “You are most certainly welcome, my dear,” Themesycia said, her smile brightening a bit. As Mercury recovered a bit of her normal characteristics, smirking and joking about them showering gifts upon her, the Duchess chuckled. “I only spoil the people I know will appreciate it and treat it with respect. Otherwise, we wind up with Midian harlots like Sabine,” she replied with a smirk of her own.

    Themesycia hadn’t missed Mercury thumbing the ring on her finger, nor the fact that she was still wearing it. She’d noticed it the night before, the odd trinket coming out to breath for the first time in decades. While she had wondered if it was proper to tell Mercury that it had been Yuna’s ring, she had decided against it. After all, Vandrad had made the motion of putting it on her so it was his responsibility to tell her about it. She did wonder if her son was aware that it was a promise ring though; it didn’t seem like the kind of knowledge he would have simply out of the blue. Either way, she had expected the Silver Wolf mage to be without it after the ball and yet there it was, fitting to her finger perfectly. It was amusing… and even a little bit fortifying.

    “Well there’s no point in simply standing outside and staring at it. Come, let me give you a brief tour before we go back and see how badly Vandrad has injured the poor Midian princess,” she said with a chuckle as she waltzed over to the door. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the key for lock, inserting it and twisting it around until the metal contraption clicked. Then she opened the door, making sure to pull the key out and turn around, offering it to Mercury to take.

    “It’s a fairly simple home, in comparison to the palace,” she explained as they walked into the front room, which served as a living room. Unique, magically created furniture sat on top of an area rug, with a lacrimavision mounted on the wall opposite. A small dining room was set just beyond the living room, with a simple archway separating the two. “Ever suggested the mansion on the opposite side of the island but I turned that down, mostly because I didn’t want to have to tie you down and force you to say yes. I’d much rather tie you down in other ways,” the Duchess said impishly as she led Mercury down the small hallway that led to the kitchen. “Kitchen is fully furnished; you have a small porch through that far door with a hot tub and grill. Living room and dining room you saw back there.” She pulled open a door in the hallway and gestured down the stairs. “You have a furnished basement as well that serves as a study. Personally I’d change it into a sex dungeon but that’s just me.”

    After shutting that door, she slid past Mercury, making sure to slide her hands over the younger woman and headed back to the front of the house. “Up these stairs leads to the bedrooms. Two of them; the master with its own bath and another one on the other side with a separate bath just outside of it. Like I said, quaint -- but no less homey and adorable. And before you ask, yes; you are more than welcome to customize it however you like. We aren’t as simple as the rest of the people of Bellum, who loathe and fear technology. This is your home to play with however you like.”

    She smiled as she sat herself down on the couch in the living room, crossing a leg over the other. “Take a bit to look around. Get to know the place.”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 10th April 2020, 8:49 pm

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    If there was one thing Mercury was certain she would never grow tired of doing, it was making fun of Sabine. The instant Themesycia referred to the princess as a banshee, Mercury began to chortle to herself. The duchess expressed her opinion that the Midian had probably hoped showing off her boobs as openly as possible would be enough to get Vandrad’s attention, to which Mercury rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. Don’t get me wrong, there’s definitely a lot of men out there that are easily swayed by such things but with a personality like hers she’s going to need a lot more than a mediocre rack to trick someone into considering her.”

    As they continued the walk toward Mercury’s future home, the duchess admitted that the real reason she kept hosting these engagement balls for Vandrad was because it was the only way to get him home to see his family. She refused to marry him off and put him in a contract with someone he wasn’t actually interested in, which was admirable and not a luxury a lot of nobles had. He always turned them down and she always let him, no matter how difficult it made things for her politically at times. But really she only did it because she wanted to spend time with him, and he never took the time to visit of his own accord. This was the first trip where he’d actually been enjoying himself, which Themesycia credited to Mercury. He never would have gone down to the after party of his own choice, let alone dress up for the first time, without someone around that he actually enjoyed spending time with.

    A few more minutes passed of high emotion after that, with Themesycia gifting Mercury the house and then granting her the time she needed to accept the fact that fighting it wasn’t going to do her any good. Finally, Mercury thanked her, and Themesycia told her she was welcome, following it up by stating that she only spoiled those who wouldn’t take it for granted. Otherwise, she’d wind up with more Sabines, a thought that Mercury audibly grimaced at. They didn’t waste much time on the classless woman, however, as Themesycia insisted they go inside and have a small tour before heading back to see how badly the Midian had been humiliated. The duchess conjured a key and used it to unlock the place before turning and handing it to Mercury, who accepted it gently, still a bit in shock that this was actually happening.

    As the older woman started with a brief overview of the place, they walked inside where Mercury’s first view was of an open concept living room that led to a dining area. There were a couple couches and smaller tables on top of a rug, facing a lacrimavision on the wall over a fireplace. Plenty of natural light flooded into the area from the windows, illuminating it clearly enough to see by. As she looked around slowly to take the space in, Themesycia explained that Everance had tried to sell her on a much larger mansion on the other side of the island, but even the duchess had figured that Mercury would have put up more of a fight over something so extravagant.

    Mercury grinned at her as they made their way toward the kitchen, wiggling her eyebrows a bit at the insinuation that Themesycia would have had to tie her down for that. “Luckily for you, I can whip up a couple pairs of handcuffs at leisure.” The kitchen was a decent size, not lavishly large but roomy enough to not feel cramped, with large open windows that showed the porch with the grill and hot tub. The kitchen itself was fully furnished, so Mercury wouldn’t have to worry about most utensils or other necessities. There was also a basement that was currently outfitted as a study, though she suggested that a sex dungeon would be more worthwhile, eliciting a merry chuckle from Mercury.

    The Silver Wolf wizard allowed herself to be physically lead by the woman to the staircase, where she was advised there were two bedrooms and bathrooms, of which one was a master bath with an attached, private bathroom. Mercury would be allowed to change and furnish the place however she desired, including with anything technologically focused. While Bellum as a country frowned on such things, the du Wolffs were much more liberal. No surprise there. Themesycia moved to sit down on the couch and relax for a bit, inviting Mercury to go ahead and view the rest of the home at her discretion, giving the woman some time to be alone as she processed everything.

    She wandered upstairs and made her way into the master bedroom, which was fairly spacious, certainly bigger than the room she had at Silver Wolf though not obnoxiously so. It also had a small private balcony, and was furnished with a king sized bed and a small reading nook. Finally by herself, Mercury took a moment to breathe, taking a small gulp and letting her emotions run rampant in her head and on her face. Though she was still unsure that she should really be taking any of this, mostly the woman was just grateful. Overwhelmingly so. She didn’t even realize how much until she realized there was a single, stubborn tear slowly trickling its way down her cheek.

    Mercury wiped it away stubbornly, pulling herself back in gear and continuing to look around. The bathroom had a large tub with a separate standing shower, all crafted from the same tile as the floor and walls. Like everything else, it was fully furnished with clean towels and rugs, and even a small closet for linens and such. It wasn’t until she walked back into the room to see the balcony that she noticed there was a walk in closet, which would certainly get good use from her and her wardrobe. After a quick step onto the small balcony to see the beautiful view it provided her of the water and cliffs, she checked out the other room. It was slightly smaller than hers, but not by much, outfitted with the same sized bed and another walk in closet. The bathroom outside of it was a bit more simple, though still elegantly crafted, with a single tub and shower combo like one would find in most bathrooms.

    Moving back downstairs, she wandered down into the basement and immediately knew from the size and shape that she would be outfitting it into a workspace for her to tinker with her electronics. A study was certainly nice, but Mercury didn’t do so much reading that she needed a whole room dedicated to it. At least, not reading from books. Still, she could probably find a way to make use of a lot of the furniture and items that were there at present in other parts of the home.

    Once she had finished familiarizing herself with every floor and taking a proper, appreciative look at each room, she returned to Themesycia with a small but genuine smile that she couldn’t keep from her face. “I love it,” Mercury finally told the woman. “I don’t really know what else to say. I’m still in shock, I think. But I love it. Thank you so much.” Simple words, but they couldn’t have been more heartfelt. Or at least, as much as Mercury was truly capable of.

    It wasn’t much longer after that where the two women returned to the palace, locking up the house behind them. The du Wolffs and Sabine were nowhere to be seen, with the stage having been removed from the pool. The breakfast had officially finished and, as Themesycia would surely explain to her, things had moved back inside and to a more clothed state. Since the duchess would likely know where to find everyone afterward, Mercury let her guide her to the older woman’s dressing room once again where she could find something appropriate to wear. It seemed the family typically dressed more classy around the home, as nobles were wont to do, and while Mercury herself wasn’t anything close to a noble it wouldn’t do for her to be the odd one out.

    So by the time they were heading toward wherever the others would be gathered, she had clad herself in a short but classy red dress that was loose across the shoulders with a leather corset midsection and a small skirt of black chiffon. A set of black leggins went up to her thighs where they were secured in place by a few satin straps. A strappy pair of heels the same color as the dress adorned her feet, and she had a couple simple bracelets on her wrists as well as a small black leather choker that matched the belt around her waist. Now that she was more awake, she took the time to actually do her makeup again, just something light to touch up her natural features rather than the extra work she’d put in the night before, and she crafted a couple simple stud earrings from her magic to go with the look. Her hair, which was still longer than she was used to, was pulled up into a loose bun with a few strands falling out here and there to frame her face and give the bun itself a bit more character.

    While a lot of her talk with Themesycia was still rattling around in her head, Mercury was fully composed now, ready to get back with the rest of the family and see what had become of the spar with Sabine and to see if the woman had held up long enough physically and emotionally to continue hanging around. With any luck she would still be there for Mercury to pick back up giving her a hard time, but she certainly wouldn’t complain if the terror had finally opted to run back home with her tail between her legs, either.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 10th April 2020, 10:10 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Themesycia simply sat herself down and watched as Mercury walked up the stairs, going off to explore the upstairs to what was now her home. Despite her hesitance at first, even the Duchess could tell that the Silver Wolf mage was excited at the prospect of what this building could offer her. It was a bit far from Fiore but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be designed as a special home away from home; a place for her to visit whenever she wanted. After all, now that Themesycia had her attention on Mercury, she wasn’t about to start half-assing her attempts to get to know her better. The younger woman was certainly guarded but the Duchess had plenty of time and patience. Hopefully, by spending time with one another and growing to know each other better, she would learn more about the woman.

    It was a genuine curiosity about her life but there was something about it that she didn’t speak aloud either. Despite her own opportunity to sleep with the woman, she was now fully dedicated to slyly pushing her and Vandrad closer together. In truth, she didn’t really need to do all that much -- the two of them seemed perfectly capable of growing stronger together and, in doing so, bonding better as well. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t find subtle little ways to lay seeds that would blossom into further progress. And having Mercury nearby every so often would help with that as well, while also simply giving her time to spend with the younger woman as well. She would just have to make sure Simon understood that he couldn’t be trying to woo Mercury into bed anymore.

    Mercury came back down and headed down into the basement, to check out what she had to utilize in there. After a couple minutes of that, Mercury did a bit more exploring before finally returning to Themesycia, a humble but genuine smile on her face. She loved it, she said and admitted she was still shell-shocked by the entire thing but she truly appreciated it all, thanking the Duchess once more. The older woman chuckled. “Think nothing of it, my dear. I am honestly glad to enjoy it. We’ll just have to make sure the boys don’t know when you’re here so I can have you all to myself,” she added with a grin.

    With her goal reached, there was no other reason to stay after Mercury had acquainted herself with the home. Deciding that it was a good idea to check on the rest of the family -- and the state of Sabine -- they locked up the house and headed back up to the palace. Unsurprisingly, the group had left the pool area, returning it to its former glory. Breakfast had come and gone, with even lunch leaning on the later side at this point. The rest of the family had probably split off to do their own agendas inside and while the idea of lounging around the pool idea was enticing, there were certainly other things to do with Mercury while she was here. So after journeying inside, the two women would make their way over to the dressing room to change into something more appropriate for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening.

    Mercury had chosen a red dress that suited her style quite well, having a punk-rock type theme while still looking formal enough for a noble to wear. It was yet another outfit that Themesycia had every intention of letting the woman keep -- it just seemed more Mercury than it ever did the Duchess. As for the older woman herself, she chose something a bit more regal while still managing to be quite scandalous. A black sequin dress, tightly hugging her entire body, that looked like it had been fashioned out of strands of tendrils. The fabric between the black streaks was nearly see through, showing the color of her flesh while managing to hide the more intimate parts of her body. The dress was open over her chest, revealing a good portion of the inside of her cleavage, while rounded loops of the fabric wrapped around her arms down to her wrists. She put on a few rings and earrings before draping a long, silver necklace that hung down between her breasts. With a little bit of make up applied to add some color, she waited for Mercury to finish up before venturing off to find, at the very least, Vandrad.

    They would find him in the study, along with Everance and Dudley. They too had changed with the Prince looking completely different than his usual attire. Whereas his usual day outfit consisted of either training gear or his armor, he looked like a man of business. A clean white button up shirt, buttoned up about three-fourths of the way before it opened up, revealing the upper part of his chest and his collarbone. A tie was loosely wrapped around his neck, hanging just below his collar. He’d rolled the sleeves up to just below his elbows and he was wearing a watch on his left arm. Black dress pants with a belt and matching dress shoes adorned his feet. Perhaps the greatest departure from his usual look was the pair of glasses on his face, resting tight against his face on the bridge of his nose.

    Dudley had put on an outfit similar to the night before, though this time he had a soft orange dress shirt underneath the vest. The men were sitting at a chess table, across from one another, and were clearly in the middle of a game. Ever was lounging in a nearby armchair, dressed in a white version of Themesycia’s dress ironically. She held a book in one hand that she was reading from and a glass of wine in the other. Only she looked up as the other women came in, smiling softly. “Ah, see, there they are. If our Themmy was planning on taking advantage of her, they would have been back much later than this,” Ever said over to the men.

    “Yes dear…” her husband replied, only half listening.

    “No, no, it was truly just a chat… as well as showing her her new accomodations,” Themesycia replied with a glance over to Mercury.

    The adoptive sister chuckled softly. “I did warn you last night, didn’t I?” she said to the Silver Wolf mage, smirking.

    “Well I don’t see our dear Midian princess hanging off Vandrad’s shoulder. I assume you must have killed her accidentally then?” Themesycia said as she walked past her son, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

    The Prince snorted. "If only,” he said, his eyes never leaving the board. He reached out and took one of his pieces, moving it diagonally and knocking over one of Dudley’s pieces. The older man grunted and nodded, respecting the move despite it working against him.

    “Oh no, Sabine is currently… well, ‘resting’ in her room. She seemed to think the fight was going to be playful so she started streaming literal ribbons over Vandrad, like she was wrapping him up as a present. Then she went ahead and asked him to hit her and when he did… well…”

    “She flew across the lawn like a bat out of Hell,” Dudley finished the thought, chuckling. “Girl was knocked out cold. Simon brought her up to her room and left her there.”

    “Uh oh, are we sure Simon didn’t decide to sample himself some Midian cuisine?” the Duchess said with a chuckle as she wandered over to Ever and sat on the couch next to her.

    “Please, dear sister, give our brother some respect. He wouldn’t sink that low for a romp,” Ever replied, giving an impish smirk as she drank from her glass.







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 10th April 2020, 11:09 pm

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    Out of all the things Mercury liked about the duchess, she had to say that the woman’s sense of style was probably one of her favorites. There were very few things in the older woman’s closet that she wouldn’t have considered for herself, though much of it was far more grandiose than really fitted her style… or station. Still, the little red number was perfect for Mercury, just classy enough to be appropriate but still on the wild, fun, and somewhat punk side. She quite adored it. And the dress that Themesycia herself put on was quite the piece, elegant but still racy -- which seemed to be the woman’s style. It was floor length with black stripes that ran down the bottice, with sheer, nude colored material between each of the stripes that made it seem see through without actually showing off anything overly much.

    As the two women made their way over to where Themesycia assumed most would be gathered, an inkling of an idea had formed its way into Mercury’s head. “Hey, so before we get back to them, I just want to throw this out there… you said earlier that the reason you throw those balls is so Vandrad would come to visit you. I know he wants us to leave tomorrow, buuuut...” Her voice trailed off a bit as she gave the older woman a cheshire grin. “If you want him to stay a little longer, I’d bet money I can make that happen. Just try to express an interest at some point tonight in the two of us staying longer, while both of us are present. I’ll handle it from there.”

    She didn’t want to go over all the details of the play she had in mind, otherwise it would look rehearsed and he would be more likely to fight against it. But surely his mother voicing a wish for them to stay longer wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary, and then Themesycia would be as in the dark about what Mercury’s angle would be, making the strategy more authentic. Mercury gave the duchess a small wink.

    Shortly after that, they entered a study of sorts where Vandrad and Dudley were locked in what appeared to be an intense game of chess while Everance enjoyed a glass of wine reading a book. Mercury noticed the woman first, as she was wearing the exact same dress that Themesycia was, just in white instead of black. It looked equally as ravishing on the dark haired sister, who smiled at them and spoke up to the boys as though they had been worried about Themesycia actually whisking Mercury away for a good time.

    Dudley was the only one who spoke up, and even then only to voice an idle response to her words that betrayed he hadn’t actually been listening to her. Themesycia assured them all that indeed, as promised, nothing had happened. She had simply made Mercury acquainted with her new vacation home. Mercury grinned at Everance. “The sad thing is, I didn’t really believe you. I was pretty shocked. Remind me to never brush off hints about that kind of generosity again… if only so I can save myself some face by being emotionally prepared for it and not stand around stammering like a halfwit.”

    Themesycia inquired as to the Midian princess, noting her blatant lack of being there and hanging all over her son. She asked if he’d managed to kill her, to which Vandrad only gave a small snort and a sincere wish that such had been the case. Mercury listened as Everance gave a quick synopsis of what happened, how Sabine had apparently thought it was all fun and games, tossing ribbons all over the prince… because of course she had ribbon magic. It explained her sorry excuse for a bathing suit. How utterly embarrassing. Though, perhaps not as embarrassing as being one punch knocked out by the man whose attention Sabine was trying to win over.

    Mercury giggled like a mad woman over the mental image of Sabine flying across the lawn only to immediately lose consciousness. Apparently, Simon had needed to bring her back up to the room the woman was being lent to let her rest there and regain consciousness on her own. As Themesycia wandered over to join her sister, Mercury finally stopped and actually looked at the two men in the middle of their competition, as if actually noticing them fully for the first time. Dudley was in very similar attire as the night before, albeit this time with a shirt underneath to complete the look and make it a bit more dressy. Vandrad himself was the picture perfect look of a businessman, complete with a tailored pair of black pants and a button up shirt that was loose at the collar. It was a completely different look than what he’d been wearing at the ball, much less pretentious and more flattering in its simplicity. The sleeves were rolled up, he was wearing a watch like a respectable man of class, and even…

    “Oh my stars, are you wearing glasses?” Mercury asked him, her trademark impish smirk tugging up the side of her lips. She wandered over to him, not afraid to break his concentration to tease him a bit over it, though truth be told they looked good on him. Hell, the entire look suited him, more than she’d been prepared for. Her stomach was doing weird flips that she staunchly ignored as she casually walked up beside him, grinning.

    With a playful glimmer in her eyes, she gently reached down and pulled them off his face to put them on her own, curious as to if he actually needed them or if they were just glass. When her vision failed to blur from the spectacles she had her answer, and her smirk deepened. “And they’re not even real,” Mercury said as if in wonder, adjusting them on her own face as she smirked down at him. “You’re just wearing them as a fashion choice? I like it.”

    With a small grin, Mercury removed them and gently placed them back on his own face. Then, she stopped as if to study the look again. “You should dress like this back home more often,” she finally told him with a grin. “All you ever wear are those grungy workout clothes. Don’t get me wrong, I love all your bulging muscles hanging out and covered in sweat as much as the next woman, but this is a good look for you and you should run with it more often. For reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with me ogling you all day in them. Can’t wait to see what you looked like doused in ribbons, by the way. Did you enjoy your therapy session with the future misses?”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 11th April 2020, 9:13 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Themesycia slowed her gait as Mercury spoke up, quickly trying to get her attention with an idea. Raising an eyebrow, the Duchess listened as the Silver Wolf mage spoke briefly about her reasons for the balls and the fact that Vandrad was planning on leaving the next day. But as a devious grin split her face, it was apparent that a wicked thought had occurred to her. She explained that if the older woman wanted her son to stay longer, Mercury was sure she had a plan to make it so. All Themesycia needed to do was make some mention of them possibly staying longer, so long as both Mercury and Vandrad were present for the thought. She didn’t explain in any further detail, simply saying that she would handle it from that point on. “Interesting…” the Duchess said, a smirk of her own pulling on her lips. “Alright then. Sounds like a plan to me.”

    No doubt bringing up the sentiment for her son to stay longer with his friend wouldn’t be hard. There were bound to be plenty of natural opportunities to bring it up so it was just about biding her time. She was even a little bit excited over the prospect of what Mercury had planned for it; the younger woman had shown plenty of wit and trickery thus far with Vandrad. No doubt it would serve for quite the humorous showcase.

    Soon enough they ventured into the study, where Vandrad, Dudley and Ever were currently residing. Themesycia’s sister set her attention on Mercury, a knowing glint in her eye as she spoke of her near-premonition about Mercury being gifted a home. The Silver Wolf mage admitted that she hadn’t taken the warning seriously, having been utterly shocked at the whole thing. She asked that she be forewarned never to take not-so-subtle hints lightly in the future, to which Ever chuckled. “I’m sure it was only a fluke. You seem the kind of woman that is perfectly capable of reading between the lines,” the dark-haired woman said, a flicker of devilish amusement in her gaze and on her lips.

    As Themesycia came over to sit diagonal to her sister, Mercury’s gaze was beset on the Prince and  his uncle fully. Yet her attention didn’t stay on the large man, instead focusing on her companion with delighted surprise. He honestly was prepared for this kind of reaction, simply rolling his eyes as she remarked over the glasses on his face. He continued to wait for Dudley to make a move, even as the Silver Wolf mage came up beside him to take a closer look. She reached down and plucked the frames from his nose, the Prince raising a single brow and turning his gaze to look up at her. As she put them on her own face, a strange… feeling pulsed through him. There was something about the punkish look of her dress and the glasses on her face that just resonated in him on a primal level. It took all his willpower to stomp the sensation down and addressing any visible sign of his appreciation of the look on her.

    As she reached down to put them back on his face, she remarked over how he should dress like this more often. While she seemed perfectly fine with him showcasing his muscles in his work out outfit, she also held a very strong opinion of how well these clothes fit him -- she even suggested that it would earn him quite the fanbase, if only in her. He didn’t know what to say to that; a lot of thoughts ran through his head but none of them made sense, even to him. Luckily he didn’t need to linger on them for very long, circling back to Sabine dousing him in ribbons and asking him if he enjoyed the therapy session. He couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged on his lips. "If you call her tapping out after one hit a therapy session,” he mused aloud, leaning back slightly to give her his full attention while Dudley pondered his next move. "Her ludicrous magic was some kind of maker magic with ribbons. So she quite literally formed balls of ribbon and threw them at me, like I was some kind of zoo animal in need of play and attention.”

    “She even made a ribbon whip and pretended to hit him with it. For a brief second, I was kind of impressed with her kinkiness,” Ever spoke up, even as she continued to read through the book in her hand.

    "Not quite as impressive as chains though,” Vandrad said, giving Mercury a brief but saucy look before he continued. "She finally asked me to hit her back, thinking I was looking to play at slap fight or something idiotic like that. I didn’t even hit her that hard but…”

    “Crack! Off she flew over the yard, bouncing off the ground like a tumbleweed before she came to a stop on her back. I swear that I even saw cartoon stars spinning around her head,” Dudley said with a boisterous laugh as he moved one of his pieces, grinning with pride.

    “The poor girl’s ribbon clothing was torn to shreds during her wild flailing. She was half naked by the time she came to a rest. As annoying as she is, I’ll admit that she has a nice set of breasts on her. If I could get my hands on a gag, perhaps…”

    “That would be a two person party, my dear. No amount of gagging that woman would convince me to participate,” Dudley said, shaking his head.

    “I have to agree with Dudley, darling. Of the two new arrivals to our palace, I would much rather have a roll in the sheets with our dear Mercury here,” Themesycia said with a grin. She stood back up and walked over to the wine cart in the corner. “Anyone need drinks? I see that Ever has started early so I feel no need to keep myself from participating as well. Van, perhaps some firerum?”

    He glanced over at his mother for a moment, a look of serious consideration etched onto his features. On the one hand, it was still rather early in the day. But then again, it had been almost a month since he’d had a proper drink a la firerum. "Fine. Two fingers,”

    “Oh you are feeling good, my dear. Consider me impressed.” After everyone had agreed or disagreed to drinks, Themesycia pulled out the appropriate amount of glasses and filled them level from a tall, dark bottle of alcohol. Using a bit of her magic, she telepathically moved the glasses through the air and delivered them to all of the agreed parties. “Now, we have Vandrad and Mercury for one more night. What shall we do this evening with them? Besides watching the video of Sabine’s embarrassing attempt at sparring.”

    “I got it!” Dudley said, giving the chess table a smack. On a normal table, the pieces would have gone flying in all directions but luckily, it was an enchanted board that kept the pieces plastered in place for just such an occasion. “Van, have you made your exquisite roast beast for Mercury yet?”

    The Prince blinked, his eyes flickering back and forth. "Uh… no… I haven’t had the opportunity to cook for anyone except myself,” he explained slowly, taking a sip from his drink.

    “Outrageous! Then we must have a family barbeque. Ever, Vandrad and Bartrand can all prepare meals for us!” the uncle proclaimed.

    “Well unfortunately, I believe we are out of vulcan meat at the moment. So if we want Vandrad to cook that, then we may have to embark on a short hunt,” Themesycia stated simply.

    “A hunt!” Dudley was ecstatic, practically leaping to his feet. While he was distracted, Vandrad shot a mischievous look at Mercury and reached out, moving one of his pieces on the board and successfully trapping his uncle in a checkmate. “A hunt and then a feast! Now that is a true du Wolff evening!” He laughed excitedly, even as he sat himself back down. “Now then, let us finish this game and then we shall prepare!”

    "Well I guess we better get ready then,” Vandrad said with a smirk, as he leaned back even further arrogantly.

    Dudley looked at him quizzically before he looked at the board. Everyone watched as he brow narrowed then rose once he discovered that he had been entrapped. “You sneaky devil. Well played! Now then Mercury, shall you join us on the hunt? It will be but brief but I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”







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    He didn’t turn to look at her until after she pulled the glasses off of him to put on herself, smirking down at him as Vandrad raised a brow at her. They were kind of fun, truth be told. Maybe she’d have to consider getting some. She could think of a few of her outfits that would be complemented by such a classy statement piece. They were a little big for her, being men’s glasses, but not by a lot. The prince just looked at her in relative silence as she rambled off a few teasing flirtations, which was her usual style. Given that she wasn’t exactly looking for a reaction out of him at the moment, however, she didn’t really linger on them, the comments already forgotten from her own mind as she went on to ask about his tussle with Sabine.

    Vandrad smirked at her, leaning back in his chair to give her his attention as he laughed about how little the encounter had counted as therapy. Apparently, the woman had flailed literal balls of ribbon at him like she expected him to bat at them in play. Mercury didn’t bother trying to cover the rather undignified snort that loosed itself from her nostrils. Everance drew her gaze by chiming in to add how Sabine had attempted to make a form of whip out of a ribbon, which at the very least had caught the noblewoman’s attention by being a bit on the kinky side, even if in a sad way.

    A delighted grin tugged on her mouth as the prince voiced that the ribbon whip wasn’t nearly as impressive as chains, giving Mercury a wicked look. “You should see some of my other toys,” she teased him back, wiggling her brows a little at him playfully. Vandrad finished his summation of the event, stating that Sabine had quite literally asked him to hit her thinking that it was some kind of game. He had obliged, and from the sound of things had at least attempted to moderate his strength in comparison to what he believed she could take, but it seemed that Sabine was even more fragile than she looked as the single, half hearted strike had sent her careening across the courtyard.

    Dudley was all too happy to chime in with that part of the story, eagerly regaling how the woman had been so decimated by the blow that he was sure there had been stars floating around her head like some kind of cartoon. Sabine’s “outfit”, according to Everance, had practically come apart at the seams leaving the young woman half naked in her unconscious stupor -- though apparently her breasts weren’t half bad. Themesycia and Dudley both stated there was nothing that could ever convince them to be intimate with the woman no matter how nice her tits were. “I could certainly think of a few things I would do to her with a gag. All of them intimate, but none of them sexual.”

    Torture was just as satisfying as sex, sometimes. At least, as far as Mercury was concerned. Themesycia stood up and asked if anyone wanted drinks, since Everance already had one. Vandrad accepted his mother’s offer of firerum after giving it a moment’s thought, and Mercury’s brows furrowed in interest. “Firerum? I don’t think I’ve ever had that before. Do you mind if I try a sip?” Presuming he gave her the go ahead to try his before potentially wasting a drink -- not that Mercury expected not to like it, as she’d yet to come across many alcohols she didn’t enjoy the taste of -- she’d wait until his glass was telekinetically moved over by the duchess. Swirling the liquid in the glass a bit to aerate it, Mercury gave it a quick sniff to let the aroma tease her palate before taking a small swig.

    Handing the glass down to Vandrad, she let the small mouthful rest briefly on her tongue so she could appreciate its taste in full before swallowing. “Shit, that’s good,” the slayer murmured in appreciation, her emerald gaze flicking back down to the glass before back up to Themesycia. “If there’s any more of that, I’d love some for myself. Thank you.” Soon, she had her own glass in hand and her gaze had turned down to the men’s game of chess, analyzing their pieces to see who was winning and at the best advantage.

    Themesycia commented on doing something special that evening since it was Vandrad and Mercury’s last night in Bellum. The words had ignited something inside Dudley, who quickly exclaimed that he had an idea and slapped his giant hand against the table. Somehow, to Mercury’s obvious surprise and amusement, the pieces stayed put. The giant’s suggestion was to look right at Vandrad and ask him if he’d ever made what sounded like his signature dish for Mercury before.

    Vandrad wasn’t the only one blinking at the large man, though where his gaze wavered Mercury’s was set. As the prince slowly commented about not having cooking for anyone but himself, clearly trying to brush the topic of conversation away. But it was far, far too late. Her eyes flicked right down, narrowed gaze boring into him as she just stared at him for a moment. Then, she smacked his shoulder firmly with the back of her hand. “You’ve been holding out on me, you son of a bitch.” Her playful look glanced momentarily to Themesycia to voice a teasing, “No offense,” before looking back at Vandrad again. “Now I’m going to expect breakfast waiting for me every morning I come to Fairy Tail. Otherwise, I’m just gonna go find the nearest room at Fairy Tail and go back to bed, and you can play with yourself the rest of the morning.”

    She grinned down at him and took a sip from her glass, enjoying the warm rum. Dudley expressed how outrageous it was that Vandrad had been keeping his skills to himself, a sentiment which Mercury agreed with wholeheartedly, before suggesting that the prince, Everance, and Bartrand work together to whip up a meal for them all that night. It seemed a reasonable idea, though Themesycia lamented that they were out of the proper meat for such a feast. If they wanted to follow through, they’d have to go hunting, literally. That idea got the large man all the more excited as he near about jumped to his feet -- somehow still managing not to upset the table and the game -- confirming that their new plan was to send Vandrad and Mercury off in true du Wolff fashion by trapping some game and eating it fresh. All they needed to do was finish the game of chess and he’d be ready.

    Of course, he’d been so distracted by his own excitement that he completely missed Vandrad’s move. Mercury had almost missed it herself, too busy being entertained by the giant’s antics, but the prince caught her attention and gave her a devious smirk that caught her interest. She watched as he slipped his game piece into place, and only a brief glance at its relation to Dudley’s queen told her that Vandrad had just successfully checkmated his uncle. He elected not to call it outright, content to let Dudley find out the hard way with only a small tease of a hint, with Mercury smirking in pleasure beside the smaller man.

    The Silver Wolf mage leaned casually on Vandrad’s shoulder with great amusement as she watched Dudley search the board, sipping casually from her glass. It took his uncle a minute or two to pour over every conceivable option before having to accept that Vandrad had managed to trap him and win the game. The revelation sent the man out of his chair again, though he seemed impressed rather than disappointed or upset at having lost. Then, Dudley turned his attention to Mercury to ask if she would join them, assuring her it would be brief but well worth her while.

    “Oh hell yeah,” she told him, authentically interested in the idea. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve gone hunting. Unlike this sneaky asshole,” Mercury said, thumbing at Vandrad with the arm that rested on him, “I’m not that great a cool. I rely entirely on boxed food with minimal instructions. I just gotta get my gun from Vandrad’s room. Unless you guys have a particular tradition you follow..?” She’d never really hunted with anyone else before. It was possible that they made some kind of game out of it, or simply relied on magic rather than weapons to accomplish the task. Mercury could work with that too, of course, but she was much more comfortable with Mercy.

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    Leave it to Mercury to go ahead and turn a casual conversation about gags into torture. Normally Vandrad would have expected her to focus more on the sexual part of it, like the rest of his family. But given her feelings towards the Midian princess, it was hardly a surprise that she much preferred the idea of utilizing the gag for much more menacing purposes. Even the Prince couldn’t help the amused chuckle that escaped from his lips, along with the rest of the family present. No doubt they all had their own opinions on what they would like to do to Sabine, given her attitude towards them since she arrived.

    But she wasn’t here at the moment so there was no point in wasting good time on her. Instead, it seemed that having a bit of alcohol would suit them well, even if it was a bit early. Vandrad, breaking his normal practice when it came to drinking, agreed to a glass of firerum. Apparently Mercury had never had the opportunity to try it, mentioning as much and asking if she could try a sip of it. And going even further against his nature, the Prince, once he had been given his glass, held it out for her and let her take it to try. It was an action that did not go by without notice from his mother and his aunt, the two of them sharing a quiet look before returning to their normal demeanors.

    “Another glass of firerum it is then,” Themesycia said, as Mercury complimented the drink. Another was poured and sent over to Mercury for her to enjoy. After the glasses had been poured, the Duchess returned to her place on the couch and sipped on her own glass of wine, content to rest and simply watch the game of chess taking place. She did wonder aloud what they should do that evening, to celebrate having Vandrad and Mercury for one more night. And it seemed Dudley was dead set on having some kind of cookout, wondering if the Prince had cooked for Mercury what was considered his signature dish.

    At this point, it seemed any secrets or bits about himself that he had kept in were going to come out. His ability to cook wasn’t something he generally kept hidden -- he just didn’t go around bragging about it either. He was content to make his meals in peace and enjoy them in a solitary fashion. It was rare that he went out of his way to cook for other people, though his family did ask for meals every once and awhile. Now it seemed Mercury was of the same kind; she gave his shoulder a firm whack, accosting him for holding out on her. Themesycia laughed as the Silver Wolf mage quickly apologized for her suggestion that the Duchess was a bitch. “Come now, we both know that I am perfectly capable -- and genuinely enjoy -- being a bitch,” she said with pride, giving a small bow of her head.

    Vandrad scoffed and rolled his eyes, as Mercury quite bluntly told him that she was going to expect breakfast every morning she came for training. "Then I guess some poor sap is going to have to suffer you in their bed then because I will, by no means, prepare breakfast for you, woman. This is a one time deal and that is all.” He stated stoically, giving her a look and snorting.

    “Come now, your friend came all the way here and saved you from that insufferable princess and this is the thanks you give? How cruel, Vandrad,” Dudley chastised his nephew. “If you’re going to treat her so rudely, perhaps your aunt and I can take her off your hands then?”

    “Oh yes. I’m sure there’s some kind of meal we can come up with for the three of us,” Ever remarked, a smug grin on her face.

    “Now, now… while I hate to play spoilsport, it is the last time we’ll have the two of them here for a bit. So perhaps we don’t try to sneak away with our dear Mercury and rob her of family time?”

    “Ah, I suppose you are right then, Themesycia. Unfortunate,” Dudley replied before demanding that a feast be prepared by the cooks of the family. It gave Vandrad plenty of time to move his last piece and seal the game for himself, guaranteeing the win. After Dudley had settled down once more, it took him another moment to figure out where his nephew had sealed a victory. Once he had, he only seemed amused more than anything else.

    If there was going to be any cooking that night, it seemed that a hunt was needed. Dudley was all for it, already deciding that Vandrad would be accompanying him. He extended the invitation to Mercury, who was more than up for it. She apparently wasn’t that much of a cook and simply relied on food that she could purchase or put together simply. “Your gun?” Dudley asked with a chuckle. “No need, dear Mercury. We’re going to wrestle our prey with our bare hands! And I know for a fact that you certainly don’t need a weapon to hone in on your quarry. Ever darling, would you mind transporting us to the family hunting grounds?”

    “Certainly, dear. Mercury, giving you a fair warning that this teleportation magic feels a bit like that sensation when you feel like you’re falling in your sleep. But it’ll be over before you know it. When you all have your quarry, return to the same spot I sent you to so I know you’re ready to return. I’ll make sure to open an exit down in the kitchens so you can store the meat,” Ever explained, glancing only briefly at Mercury as she sipped her wine. With a hand raising up, she snapped and the three of them were suddenly pulled into a vortex, the world warping around them.

    But just as she said, it was over before the odd sensation really had a chance to settle in. A second later and they were standing on a small hillside, overlooking a vast forest. They had been teleported to a part of Bellum that lacked any buildings or people whatsoever; a deep forest valley that was hidden from the world less they were traveling in the air.

    “Ah, the smell of the du Wolff hunting grounds. There is no greater perfume in the world,” Dudley said as he started to strip off his shirt. Removing his top clothing and folding it neatly, he laid it down on the ground behind him. Then with a mighty yell, he pounded his chest with his hands and laughed. “For the hunt!” He bellowed as he took off into the forest, charging into the thicket like a wild bull.

    Vandrad watched him go, shaking his head but smirking. "Dudley prefers to engage in a ‘wilderness mindset’ type of hunting. He runs out like a caveman, attempting to find and wrestle his food to the ground. He is half giant so I imagine those genes practically demand he do so,” Vandrad explained before he started into the woods himself, not moving nearly as quickly or as vigilantly. "But he makes a lot of noise and that affords us the benefit. The vulcans will steer away from him at first, leaving them unaware of us sneaking up on them.”

    As he walked into the foliage, he was careful to move around bushes so not to damage his clothing. It was perhaps a bit odd to see; the Prince made no attempts to avoid his armor getting scratched when he was on a job and Mercury would certainly know this quite well by now. But he was being quite gentle with the articles he had on now, as if he was afraid of them getting damaged. "So,” he spoke up as they moved through a clearing. "I trust you were surprised by the house? I had a feeling my mother was planning something like that. She was quite forlorn when I insisted that you were staying in my bed last night.” A beat before he spoke up, quickly. "Not that I wanted you in my bed last night or any night. I just imagine she was thrilled with the idea of giving you your own place to sneak out of or for her to sneak into.”

    He sighed as he passed by a few more trunks. "She must like you; it’s rare for her to offer buildings to people for them to use as their leisure. I imagine the next step is giving you her personal iLac number and scheduling a time for you to come back on vacation.”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 12th April 2020, 8:18 pm

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    Vandrad was quite resistant to her demand for regular home made breakfasts, giving her a sharp look as if he were insulted by the very idea of her suggesting it. It was a look she got from him multiple times a day, so Mercury only continued to grin at him like he’d agreed, rather than not. Or at the very least like the discussion wasn’t over yet. Dudley insisted that it was cruel of Vandrad to treat Mercury that way when she’d come all this way to help get rid of his awful intended bride to be, before suggesting that maybe he and his wife would take her off his hands for her. Everance chimed in, assuring the prince that they could easily come up with meal plans for three.

    “Oooh, now there’s a tempting offer,” Mercury said, flashing the couple a flirty grin. But Themesycia joined in saying how as much as they would all love to get a bit of the Silver Wolf mage for themselves, doing so on their last full day in Bellum was hardly the time to be selfish with her. The conversation moved along, and soon it seemed a few of them would be getting ready to partake in the hunt. Dudley assured her she wouldn’t need her gun, stating that the hunt was always done by wrestling their intended meals with bare hands, of which he had every faith she could do given her display of strength during the morning’s spar session.

    Everance would teleport them to the hunting grounds, the woman giving Mercury a heads up that the sensation of her magic was a bit odd at first, that it would feel like she was falling but that soon after she would be right where they needed. After that, she explained their method of returning and with a snap of her fingers the study disappeared and a plummeting sensation filled her stomach just long enough to register it before Mercury found herself standing in a thick forest that went on as far as the eye could see. She shook her head a little, clearing her body of the weird feeling.

    As she took a look around to familiarize herself with the area, Dudley promptly began taking his clothes off. Or at least, the top half of his outfit. With a feral battle cry, the large man ran straight into the wilderness at a dead sprint like a barbarian warrior. “What is it with giant men and tearing their clothes off?” Mercury asked herself with an amused smirk, though Vandrad would be able to hear the question. The prince voiced that Dudley’s preferred style of hunting was to manhandle his future meal into submission, which Vandrad attributed to his uncle’s blood as a half giant. Not exactly the most efficient method, but it did give them an advantage.

    Mercury followed after him with a smirk, content to move along at an easy pace. After all, she was in heels which was hardly conducive to hunting in a forest. It was interesting to note that he gave more care to his nicer clothes than to his training armor, which was usually in pieces by the end of their use, but Mercury really didn’t think about it overly much. She usually preferred to keep her nicer clothes pristine as well, being a bit vain in that regard. Mercury smirked. “Well, as long as he enjoys himself I suppose. Personally, the idea of wrestling my dinner sounds exhausting. I’d much rather shoot it down before the adrenaline has a chance to make the meat gamey, but food is food.”

    After a moment, he brought up the house, a change in conversation she hadn’t exactly been expecting. Vandrad expressed his assumption that his mother was going to try something along those lines, reiterating how disappointed she was when he insisted Mercury stay in his bed the night before. Apparently, he seemed to think the comment was an awkward one as he quickly followed it up to explain his meaning: Not that he wanted Mercury in his bed, now or any time, just that his mom would have been excited to let her have her own place where the duchess could sneak into more easily.

    Mercury raised an amused brow at him and chuckled. “Relax, would you? It’s not like we cuddled or anything.” The way she teased him about his overly protesting wanting to share a bed with her would probably be a red flag to the prince, but by the tone of her voice and the way she wasn’t fixing her gaze on him in any knowing fashion it wouldn’t take long for him to figure out that she earnestly had no idea that they actually had cuddled. “Besides, if your mom wanted to bed me that bad I’m sure she would have found a way to make it happen, whether or not you intervened. She seems quite the tactician. Very good at reading people… which I admit, is a little intimidating.”

    Though she voiced the thought in humor, that did nothing to lessen the truth of her statement. Mercury prided herself in being near unreadable to most folks, but it had been a damn challenge so far against the Ashen Dread. And frankly, she wasn’t sure that the duchess hadn’t already put together more about Mercury than the Silver Wolf mage had meant to allow. It was nerve wracking, and made her feel a little vulnerable… but not necessarily in a bad way, she supposed. The du Wolff family seemed to genuinely like and care for her, at least.

    And Vandrad went on to state just that, revealing that his mother rarely gifted entire buildings to people like that. It was a truth that brought back some of the weird knots in her stomach from earlier, if more muted than the first time. He told her that next his mother would probably want to exchange phone numbers with her and plan a time for her to come back and visit again. Mercury grinned. “How do you know we haven’t already done all that?” she teased, carefully following him through the forest while her sensors idly kept an eye out for other living creatures within her range.

    When she spoke again, however, her voice leaned more toward the sober side than playful. “I was… definitely shocked,” Mercury told him. She had already said as much in the study to Everance, but in front of the rest of the family it had been more comfortable for her to make a joke out of it. Here, with just Vandrad around to hear her, it was easier for her to be more sincere about it. “I honestly didn’t take your aunt seriously last night. I thought your mom was pulling me away to make Sabine jealous or something, since apparently that woman seems married to the idea that I’m her competition or something.”

    Mercury rolled her eyes a little, smirking at the thought before going back to the conversation. “I didn’t really know what to say. Or do. I tried to fight her on it. And by that I mean I stood there like a moron with my mouth hanging open, unable to form a complete word, let alone sentence. I haven’t done nearly anything worth that level of generosity.” There it was again, that subtle but authentic note of insecurity that she generally kept hidden under layers of wit and humor and flirtation. Even Mercury could tell she hadn’t done as good a job as she should have of masking the sentiment, which either meant she was off her game still from the emotional rollercoaster of the morning or just didn’t care to hide it as much as she usually did.

    For a brief moment, her mind flitted back to the story Themesycia had told her about Vandrad’s past. He’d told her the night before that he trusted her, but she did feel a little guilty knowing about what happened, unsure if it was something he really wanted her to know. Mercury understood why the duchess had spilled it to her, of course… but if the situation had been reversed? She couldn’t think of anything more mortifying and humiliating than someone spilling her secrets. A part of her wanted to mention it to him, but she decided against it. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right? And there was no use in humiliating him over something that she was hardly going to judge him for.

    Her thumb was absently picking at the ring again, a nervous habit she had picked up fairly quickly without realizing it or meaning to. Mercury just couldn’t understand why these people kept being so nice to her when they barely knew anything about her. Sure, she’d managed to befriend Vandrad which was obviously something of note, but even the prince didn’t know her as well as they probably thought he did. It felt like she was receiving gifts under false pretenses, which normally Mercury wouldn’t have any issue with. In fact, she’d usually revel in it. So why was it different now?

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 12th April 2020, 11:06 pm

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    "Dudley is an energetic, passionate man who loves life and all it has to offer. He also loves exciting ventures, such as hunting, wrestling and other tests of might and strength. And yes, he does happen to have a tendency to take his clothes off in such events, though I’m unsurprised to hear that you’ve run into other men doing the same thing,” Vandrad mused, casting an idle glance at Mercury as he said as much. Given her nature -- being that she was conversational and flirty -- there was little doubt in his mind that she probably attracted the attention of lots of men and women. He knew plenty of people back in the army that would take the time to find some reason to take off their shirts, if only to show off their muscles in hopes of attracting an interested party. It was always idiotic to Vandrad; sculpting the body wasn’t meant for appeasing another’s eye, it was meant to help strength the form one had been given. It felt utterly silly to do it for any other reason than self-empowerment.

    He kept his pace slow, both doing his best to take care of his clothing as well as accommodating Mercury’s footwear situation. While the ground was pact down enough that it would be a hassle to walk in such sharp heels, that didn’t mean she could flounce and bounce about as easily as she normally could. And since his uncle had raced off to do his own portion of the hunt, it left the time to hunt vulcans together in a much more moderate, less attention-grabbing tactic. Mercury mused over the idea of wrestling her food as being detrimental to the meat underneath, along with being tiring altogether. "Something you and I agree on. As much as I enjoy a challenge, I much prefer to simply get my meat and bring it back without having to roll around in the mud, bare-chested, like some kind of animal,” he said with a snort. "Luckily I can prevent it from getting gamey. I’ll clean and carve it when we get back and then pack it in salt and Bosca grain. It’ll keep the meat tender until we cook it later tonight.” He glanced back at her, smirking with pride. "Trust me, I know my food.”

    He got into it about the house and unseemingly brought up her staying in his bed. Vandrad quickly tried to deflect the remark to something more seeming of his normal demeanor, which only caused her to chuckle. She commented on his silly attempt, telling him to relax and stating plainly that it was fine, since they hadn’t actually been together in any physical manner. A statement that earned her absolute silence from him and a simple shake of his head. Of course he wasn’t going to reveal the fact that they had actually cuddled and he had, for some reason, even allowed her to snuggle up closer to him. That was a fact he was still trying to solve in his head. As the memory played back in his mind, a strange warming sensation ran through his chest that he quickly shook off. Luckily Mercury turned the conversation back to his mother, explaining that had Themesycia truly wanted to bed Mercury, she would have found a way by now, in spite of Vandrad’s attempts. He nodded along as she said that the Duchess was quite good at reading people -- an intimidating feature for anyone and everyone really.

    "My mother has always had a way with people. Be them people in the court or on the battlefield, she has this innate ability to understand each and every individual as they are singularly rather than in a collective. It doesn’t matter how good anyone is at concealing themselves; she’ll be able to pick out details like you had told them to her yourself,” he explained gently, turning enough to look at her. "Sometimes I think she forgets that other people can’t do that.” He seemed genuinely amused at that, even as he realized that he, too, was going through a similar evolution. His magic had grown and with it, his senses for people had become more finely tuned. Their states became easier to detect and portions of their emotional ranges, magical prowess and other minute details were practically learned knowledge. The ethernano in the air even acted like satellites, sending visual information right to him and granting him the ability to see all around him without a need for eyesight.

    As he mused over the fact that his mother was probably already making plans to get a more direct connection to Mercury, the Silver Wolf mage teased him with the idea that they may have already done that. He gave her a look of complete derision, before smirking and shaking his head. "It would hardly surprise me. It seems she’s found a new best friend that she knows can actively give me grief when she’s not around. I can only imagine the plans you two have come up with.” No doubt if they hadn’t conjured any at that point, they certainly would in the future. But she took him by surprise when she spoke again, her tone far more dry and collected than it had been before. She revealed that she had been shocked by the gift, which was a sentiment she had already shared, but this time it was more… personal, more genuine in her thought process. She went on to reveal that she hadn’t taken Ever seriously and even when Themesycia had pulled her away earlier, she felt it was more to twist the knife on Sabine more than anything else, as the Midian seemed keen to believe Mercury a romantic rival of some sort.

    "Well, in a way, she’s not wrong,” Vandrad suddenly said, which was perhaps quite the shocking statement. But he didn’t wait very long for her to possibly ponder over whatever the hell that meant as he turned enough to look at her. "In the absolutely fantastical world where I would ever agree to marry that gibbering woman, she would be in constant combat to try and keep my attention away from you. You train with me, go on jobs with me, work with me to better hone my abilities while she just… exists,” he said with a snort. "She probably recognizes how much of a factor you are in my daily life and is clearly trying to mimic that or even surpass it. Unfortunately she’s vastly underwhelmed everyone in that regard. I imagine she will not be joining us for dinner, even if she does wake up.” He shot her a smug grin. "I may have hit her a bit harder than I first led on, just to ensure that she was knocked out for a good amount of time. Call it my wedding present to myself.”

    Mercury admitted that when she had arrived at the house with Themesycia and been told it was her’s, she was stunned. She claimed that she tried to fight, in so much that she simply stood there and tried to process everything happening. It was her last sentence that struck him the most; she didn’t believe she had done anything that was worth that kind of generosity. He slowed down his walk as he turned to look at her, her emotions as wildly uneven as they had been the night before. It wasn’t at the same level but there was something bubbling and moving beneath her facade, even though that seemed to be lowered for the moment. Now that they weren’t standing in the dark and flashing lights of the club, he could actually seem the tiniest bits of deeper emotion written on her face. It was unusual but it was also kind of… beautiful, in an almost tragic way.

    A small flash of color caught his attention, as a beam of light pierced the thick foliage of the trees. And it was there that he saw the ring back on her finger. He hadn’t noticed it last night after she’d remarked about it nor did he see it when he had woken her up that morning. At some point she had slipped it back on and even now, her thumb was semi-eagerly rubbing against it, the foreign object that wasn’t usually there. It didn’t seem to be in concern over the item being there rather than perhaps something else. She wasn’t trying to hide it like she had last night so he felt no need to reach for her hand… then again, a small instinct also kind of wanted to and that, in and of itself was strange. But nonetheless, he shook that inclination off and scoffed. "Tsk. Don’t make me laugh,” he said, smirking slightly as he met her gaze. "You’ve successfully wrangled the attention of the Prince of Bellum when no one else could. Even in a friendly manner, that is quite the achievement. My mother is no fool and certainly recognizes that and, as such, feels the need to reward you.”

    It was a playful explanation, honestly meant to help bring a smile to her face to replace the solemn, thoughtful features. But it didn’t last long as his smirk settled into a fairly even look. "The truth is I already told you last night all the things you’ve done for me. That alone has earned you gratitude that even I’m not sure how to properly give back -- if only because I’ve never been in this position before. I’ve never had close allies before; comrades in the army I could count on, of course but never a single person I trusted above all others save my family. And truth be told, when the Duchess asked my opinion, I agreed that gifting you the house was a good idea. It’ll… give you a reason to visit, every now and then. It might even convince me to come home more often.”

    Well, that felt strange to say. His eyes left hers to find the ground, seeking solace in the grass that didn’t have her deep, piercing green orbs staring directly into his soul. She may not be good at reading people like his mother but he felt unbalanced when she looked at him when she was in this kind of mood. He couldn’t explain it or rather, he didn’t want to dig deep enough to find a proper explanation.







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 13th April 2020, 12:31 pm

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    Mercury flashed the prince a grin when he told her he wasn’t shocked to hear that men had a tendency to take their clothes off around her. He didn’t voice it quite in that fashion, but it was essentially the gist of the comment, just in a way that wasn’t necessarily an outright compliment that she could run with to tease him over. Then, shortly after that, he agreed to her opinion that there was little value in strongarming their meals. Like her, Vandrad didn’t see the appeal in getting all muddied and barbaric up just to eat. He did address her thoughts on the meat getting toughened by the prey’s pre death adrenaline, however, stating that he knew ways to keep it from getting that bad. Apparently, he could use salt and some kind of grain to keep it tender until it was ready to be cooked, giving her a rather smug look and assuring her that he knew what he was doing when it came to food.

    “Apparently,” Mercury teased him back with a grin. “First was all the fancy dancing, then singing and playing piano… now suddenly, you’re a cook too. You’re just the whole damn package, aren’t you? Now I’m just sitting here wondering what other random little skills and talents you’ve been hiding from me all this time. Next I’m going to find out you crochet in your free time and that you secretly have a fascination with antique cufflinks that compliment all your fashion glasses. I like my eggs over easy, by the way. You know, for all the breakfast you’re going to be making me in the future.”

    She wiggled her eyebrows at him playfully, but the lightheartedness of the conversation was quickly swallowed by the topic of the house, which subsequently lead to a brief exchange about how adept Themesycia was at reading people. Mercury liked to consider herself fairly good at such things, at least in regard to certain emotions. After all, she’d be trained from a young age to read people in order to gauge their intentions. But that training didn’t cover all areas of life, and came from the place of someone who was analyzing a target’s every move to determine its potential level of threat. Not for things like simply getting to know someone. It was a vastly different skill, and apparently his mother was such a natural at it that the older woman often forgot that others around her didn’t possess the same talent.

    Vandrad didn’t seem too surprised over the idea that Mercury and his mother might have already exchanged information and set up ways and times to see each other again. By his own words, Themesycia seemed to have found a new best friend in his companion, if only because the duchess knew that Mercury would endeavor to keep Vandrad on his toes when she wasn’t around to do so herself. He assumed they had already made plans, which Mercury neither confirmed nor denied, simply gave him a sly, mischievous grin with a sideways glance.

    She was only mildly surprised by the prince’s conjecture that Sabine viewing her as a romantic rival wasn’t exactly that far fetched. While normally Mercury would have been all for teasing Vandrad for that kind of statement, she knew that he had a point to lead to and was more interested in hearing it than poking fun at him. He stated how, in the impossible and hypothetical world where Sabine actually did manage to convince Vandrad to marry her, the woman would always be competing for his time against Mercury. After all, the Silver Wolf mage was his partner in most things at this point, including work and combat training. Sabine, for all her idiocies, likely recognized that Mercury was a constant in his life that she wasn’t going to get rid of or surpass any time soon.

    He had some good points, and the way she nodded her head candidly expressed her agreement with them. Though it was admittedly strange to hear him talk about her with such importance in his life, when barely two months ago he would have done anything for the chance to never have to put up with her again. Even more weird was the knowledge that the same was true in reverse. Not so much that Mercury hadn’t wanted to see Vandrad again after their first meeting -- obviously she did since she’d gone out of her way to continue to be a pain in his ass -- but more that she also had never really had anyone be a genuine part of her life as much as Vandrad currently was.

    Mercury didn’t get the chance to think over that long, however, as the prince suddenly admitted that Sabine probably wouldn’t be joining them for dinner because he’d actively made sure to hit her hard enough to keep her knocked out for quite some time. He even went so far as to jokingly refer to it as his wedding gift to himself. The Silver Wolf wizard sputtered laughter out of her lips, quickly covering her mouth with one hand to keep the sound from carrying too far and scaring off their game. It was hard, though. The image she’d built in her head was amusing as fuck. “Boy, she’s going to be pissed when she wakes up,” Mercury said through a few more chuckles, her expression eager. “I can’t wait.”

    But then she found herself opening up a bit more, returning to her sincere gratitude -- and confusion -- over the gesture of being gifted a home that Mercury didn’t exactly feel was merited. Vandrad slowed his already casual pace to turn and look at her. She was more preoccupied with her own thoughts and insecurities to really notice him studying her, though she had subconsciously slowed down to meet his new gait. Still, his amused scoff caught her attention, drawing her emerald eyes to meet his dark ones as he playfully reminded her of her accomplishment in achieving what no one else had managed in his life: getting his attention. Even his mother recognized what a big deal that was, deeming it worthy of a reward.

    The way he talked, she knew he was being silly about the whole thing, seemingly playing off his own importance for her benefit and amusement. It worked, or at least for as long as he kept the conversation light, her gaze twinkling with mirth as a wry smirk tugged on her lips. The mood quickly came back down to something more serious, however, as he brought them back to the conversation they’d had the night before about the influence she’d been in his life in such a short time. Her emotions fluctuated greatly as he told her that it was worth enough to him that he honestly didn’t know how he would ever repay her for it, explaining in plain terms that he’d never had anyone he felt he could trust outside of his family. Subordinates and comrades, yes, but not anyone he could trust on a personal level.

    Which was why he had agreed that gifting her a home was a suitable action when his mother had broached him about the idea. Mercury’s brows furrowed in visible surprise. She hadn’t realized he’d been a part of it, too. Her stomach twisted again in that weird sensation that Mercury didn’t understand, and was frankly starting to drive her crazy. The way he spoke about her having a reason to come back to Bellum and visit again in the future made it sound like he actually wanted her to spend time in his home and with his family. And furthermore, her presence here might be incentive enough for him to come back and visit more himself.

    He had trouble meeting her eyes on that last statement, which was just as well because she wasn’t entirely sure she could match his gaze evenly if he had. Themesycia’s words came back to her about wishing that he would visit and spend time with them more often, and her admittance that the only reason she even held balls for him anymore and tried to arrange marriages was because it was the only way to get him to come home. It resonated something in her that didn’t come out often, a feeling of isolation and sorrow that she rarely, if ever, allowed to reach the surface of her thoughts.

    She shook her head and cast her glance out to the woods without really looking at them, simply having about as much trouble maintaining eye contact as Vandrad was. “I understand where you’re coming from,” Mercury told him quietly, the words falling out of her mouth before she really had a chance to stop and think about them to decide if it was a good idea to say them. “More than you know. And I can understand wanting to repay someone, but a house? That’s…” Her sentence trailed off as she didn’t readily have the words to describe her thoughts on the scale of the gift in comparison to the things she’d provided to him that still felt very small to her.

    A soft sigh escaped her nostrils. “When I first arrived in Fiore and joined up with Silver Wolf, my idea of luxury was a small bedroom barely big enough to fit a bed and desk. Something that wasn’t necessarily big or fancy, but it had a bathroom and a window to the outside, and it was private. Something I could call my own. In the day’s worth of time that I’ve been here, that concept has been turned on its head by people who can readily just give away whole houses, and clothes and jewelry worth more than my entire wardrobe.”

    “That’s not a bad thing, of course,” Mercury quickly added, not wanting him to think that she was resentful toward him or his family for being wealthy. “It’s just… very far removed from what I grew up with. What seems appropriate for you, feels… disproportionate to me. As wonderful as it feels to be around people that value me in their lives, being given all these things in exchange for me just… being me… It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever really comprehend… or not be intimidated by.”

    It was the most she’d ever said about her origins to him. Vandrad was intelligent, so Mercury figured he’d probably been able to put together enough to assume that she didn’t come from anything like the privilege he did, but the comments that had clawed their way out was more than telling to the reality of just how opposite her station was growing up in relation to his own. It was a rough life when one’s idea of living the dream was just having a bedroom to themselves that was barely big enough to fit their things inside of it. It meant more than she knew how to say that they were so willing to open up their high living lifestyles to her, but it was also a frightening level of culture shock that she hadn’t quite figured out how to deal with yet.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 13th April 2020, 3:56 pm

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    Mercury teased him over the fact that he had so many hidden talents, grinning and listing them off one after the other as she had observed them. He didn’t reply to the comments, mostly because there was nothing to add beyond what she had already seen, or so he was comfortable letting her believe. Truthfully, he had been trained and taught like all boys of the court were and, as such, he had received lessons on several different subject matters. To say that the warrior in him was more outside of his upbringing would be putting it very, very lightly. The only evidence that fighting was in his blood was thanks to his mother, who was a Bellum war hero, and his father, who was formerly or perhaps was still actively a Rune Knight.

    No doubt, with time, she would discover more of what he could do. She hadn’t even seen him wielding a weapon yet, so that would probably come as quite the surprise at some point. Plus while the need to make a witty retort was strong, he wanted to focus more on the touching, tender topic of conversation that seemed to have shaken her to her core. There was a lot to unpack and though Vandrad wasn’t the kind to really connect with a person on a normal basis, Mercury was the sole exception. Perhaps it was because she was his ally, maybe it was because she had her own broken pieces that resembled his but talking about the more fragile parts of their lives wasn’t as heavy with her.

    But that didn’t make it easy. And his more honest, open opinions did fracture his confidence slightly, enough to at least make him avert his gaze. His words were too deep, too comfortable while still managing to be altogether awkward and tense. He could have kept looking, as it seemed she was taken off guard just as much as he was and wasn’t really meeting his eyes either. It must have been quite the sight, the two of them walking next to one another but practically refusing to look at one another. An observer would probably mistake it for a fight between lovers rather than the tender conversation between friends who had never really opened up before.

    She spoke up softly, stating that she understood what he was trying to say. As his head twitched slightly, if only to look at her out of the corner of his eyes, she continued on the thought, leading him to believe that she grasped his feelings better than he even knew. The entire gift giving idea made sense but the gravity of the gift, the sheer size and material value of it was what was boggling her mind. Or perhaps it was the deeper meaning behind it that was sending her emotions into flux. She tailed off into her own thoughts as the words failed to form. A sigh came from her and then she got into it, explaining that when she had first joined up with Silver Wolf, the most grandiose idea she had confronted was the small bedroom she had received at the guild. It wasn’t much in comparison to other places but it had all the necessities that she could possibly need.

    Coming here had opened up an entirely different world for her, where luxury was truly befitting the word. She assured him it wasn’t a bad thing, that she didn’t hold any hateful feelings towards him or the du Wolffs for their lot in life. It was just different from where she had come from, separated from the world she had been raised in. It was something that Vandrad had wondered for some time, unsure if it was merely her acting or some confusion in translation. But as she spoke the words, he understood that there truly was a difference between their levels, in a manner of speaking. The heritages, the places and ways they had been raised, were so far apart that what seemed common day for him was as good as a miracle to her. The idea that she was being rewarded for simply being herself, for being Mercury, was something she never felt she would understand nor be taken surprised by.

    He nodded softly, listening to her words with interest. Of course he understood it from the place of an observer and, to a point, he had witnessed it first hand too. While the Bellum army was all for the freedom of slaves that possessed magic, they were far less interested in loosing those that had no magic whatsoever. He’d spent several missions going after captured Bellum citizens of note or joint operations to free people with magical abilities but he’d also seen others locked in cages, deemed irrelevant and useless by his own country’s standards. While Mercury wasn’t a slave -- as far as he knew -- she wasn’t raised in the lavish life that he was. Truthfully, a lot of people weren’t across all of Earthland. It was hard sometimes to remember that people couldn’t simply gift away jewelry or buildings or clothing without a second thought. And it was honestly a good reminder to hear her say it.

    "I take it for granted a lot of the time,” he said, equally as soft as her own words had been. "For almost forty years, I was led to believe that I had been abandoned and adopted by my family out of the goodness of their heart. One would  think that would embolden some kind of respect for where I came from and I suppose, to a point, it does. But the moment I could leave, I did -- enrolled in the military and never looked back. I traded in my lavish bed, lessons and lifestyle for that of a dog of the military. Meals came when we could get them, sleep was a gift no matter how small it was. I think, on some level, I felt like I hadn’t earned the right to live among my mother and her family because I had simply been found. I… brought myself to a level I hadn’t been raised in, to understand what could have been or should have been. I never truly bought into the discrimination of the magic-less even while I was growing up but frankly after being in the military, I didn’t understand why all of our gifts and riches weren’t used for those that couldn’t afford it. The people that don’t give up, that fight for their livelihood every single day, no matter how luxurious it is or not -- I just felt they deserved more than they were given.”

    "I tried to live like the others but the fact of the matter remains, I was still raised in a rich lifestyle. No matter how much I refuse to utilize the wealth and power that comes from my family’s position in Bellum, I still have that netting there to save me if I fell. Even after learning that I was my mother’s by birth, it still didn’t feel any more… right.” He paused, shaking his head. "I apologize -- I’m making this about me when I’m trying to say something else. What I learned later in life is that while my family has a good fortune, it’s nothing in comparison to what they should have. Turns out my mother has been siphoning off seventy percent of the family’s revenue towards others, gifting it to the underprivileged all over Bellum and beyond. They store away enough to pay the people that work for them and for supplies and the rest is given away. But my mother only gives away material items to people she genuinely likes.”

    He stopped walking and turned to face her. Without even realizing that he had done it, he reached out for the hand with the ring on it and took it in his own. "I know it’s strange and I can’t promise that you won’t be gifted more moving forward. I know it'll be hard to understand and it may seem a lot at times but… my family… we do it because we know you’ll respect it and treasure it. And we want you to treasure it.” He found his footing again, lifting his eyes to look into her face. There was something strange in his gaze, something even stranger playing in his mind as he looked upon her. His mind was in a haze of emotion that he couldn’t quite explain nor put a word to. "Mercury…” he started softly, wanting to say something that even he wasn’t prepared for.

    But fate intervened. At that exact moment, the trees just beyond bent to the side as a massive, ugly creature pushed its way through the trunks. Tall, scraggly, bulging eyes and a torn on its head, it jabbered at them as it walked towards them, speeding up after it spotted the pair. Vandrad growled as he bent down, grabbing a decently sized boulder with his hand. His fingers pierced the rock loudly as he hauled it up from the ground and sent it flying at the monster with surprising speed. The boulder hit the vulcan’s head with such force, they could audibly hear the crunch. The monster’s body fell backwards as the rock bounced past it, the creature dead before it even felt earth.

    Vandrad let out a sigh as he turned back to Mercury. It was right then that he realized that he was still holding her hand. In fact, it was the first time he realized that he’d been holding it at all. Somehow he’d managed to keep a grip on it even as he dispatched the vulcan. His brows furrowed softly as he gently released her hand, bringing his arm back to his side. "I suppose we have our quarry then,” he said simply, turning and walking towards the body. Gone was whatever he had planned on saying to her, whatever thoughts or feelings that had surged up had been interrupted by the vulcan and cast aside. It hadn’t left him entirely but he opted against circling back to it. If anything…

    He was glad the vulcan had come and stopped him.








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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 13th April 2020, 7:51 pm

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    This entire conversation was getting dangerous, though not for the reasons that an outside viewer might think. She was quickly starting to realize that she was letting on more about her history than she really should have, certainly more than she’d ever said to anyone in the past, which would be quite the red flag to her superiors. But for once, Mercury just didn’t care. If they had an issue with her having a friend, well… then they could have an issue. She could still do her job and let herself get to know someone, right? Besides, it wasn’t like they were going to send someone to harass her over it. As long as she got what they wanted and continued to send in her reports, they probably didn’t care what she did.

    And somehow, they managed to keep digging themselves into these awkward holes that neither of them knew how to get out of. Vandrad listened attentively to her somewhat vulnerable confession without interruption, and when she was done he spoke up softly to admit that he often took his family’s wealth for granted. He said that he’d been lead to believe his whole life that he’d been found abandoned by Themesycia and taken in by her, and because of that he’d run off to the military as soon as possible, out of some effort to feel like he’d earned the status his family had taken him into. By his own words, it was his attempt to try and live the life of the man he should have been, what he believed he had actually been born to, and in the process it exposed him to the men and women at that level who made him wonder why his family lived in such splendor when there were so many deserving people beneath them that worked their asses off and deserved more than what they made for it.

    It hadn’t really made as much of a difference as he hoped, though. At the end of the day, he’d still be raised as a prince, and that’s what he was trained to be at his core. Even if his attempts to lower himself failed, he would always have his family and heritage -- adopted or not -- to rely on. And then he surprised her by admitting that he had already learned that Themesycia was his actual birth mother. Her gaze flicked to him a bit sharply there, as he was probably expecting… if not for the reasons he might expect it. Mercury had already decided earlier after her talk with the duchess that she wasn’t going to let on that she knew the truth, but Themesycia hadn’t actually said whether or not Vandrad knew he was actually her son. And since the rest of his cousins were still under the impression that Vandrad was adopted, he probably assumed that was the story Mercury had been told as well… which wasn’t a lie.

    No matter the reason for it, the surprise still worked in her favor to allow her a genuine look of shock as he touched on the topic. Before she could make a comment, however, he seemed to realize he was rambling away from the point he was trying to make, apologizing to her and getting back to the heart of it: That for all the wealth his family had, it paled in comparison to what it could have, or arguably should have, been. It seemed his mother actually withheld the vast majority of the du Wolff income to service and take care of her people, rather than hoarding it for personal enjoyment. Given the type of splendor his family still lived in, it was saying a lot about how rich their gross worth was.

    Mercury had never in her life heard of anything like that. Money itself wasn’t that big of a commodity where she was from, but the concept of someone in a position of leadership and domination being so giving and selfless with their resources was… well, completely foreign to her. The was used to something much more tyrannical, to the point where benevolent rulers weren’t something she believed existed. Not until now, at least. And according to Vandrad, while his mother was rather free with giving away her money, actual material possessions she reserved for those she liked on a personal level.

    It made her shake her head a little, again wondering if she was worth so much accolade, and knowing she wasn’t. But even if she wanted to get into all that, she couldn’t. It was a reality that Mercury absolutely had to be completely mum on. She was so lost in her own thoughts about everything that she didn’t even notice him stop until she felt his hand take hers. The gesture immediately wiped the other thoughts out of her head and Mercury turned to him, blinking. Her lips parted a little in surprise as he took the time to look her in the eyes and make it very clear that he understood how all of it was strange and a bit scary to her, even stating that it would probably happen more in the future. But, they did it because they knew it would mean something to her, even if he hadn’t really realized how much until only a moment ago. He told her that they wanted her to treasure the things they gave her.

    She felt frozen in place as he just looked at her with an intensity in his dark eyes that she wasn’t used to seeing, in him or in anyone. He said her name so softly that it took her back, her emotions doing an intense somersault along with her stomach. Why was her pulse so high? Her mouth felt dry all of a sudden, as well. But before he could say whatever it was he had on his mind, a fortuitous distraction came in the form of a giant, ugly creature barreling its way through the trees. It was an odd looking creature, ape like in stature with a pointed head and an overabundance of muscles. The moment it saw them, it came racing at them on blind instinct, ready to attack.

    Mercury reflexively reached for her gun, only to find it not there, the second time in twenty four hours she had run into the problem. Unlike the first time, however, she was actively being attacked by something. She wouldn’t have time to switch into mage mode, however, as by the time she had realized Mercy wasn’t there Vandrad had already reached his free hand down to snatch a boulder and sling it at the beast with one hand. It smashed right into the creature’s forehead, killing it on impact.

    Everything had happened so fast she was still catching up by the time Vandrad looked back to her and realized he was still holding her hand. She blinked at the dead creature, and then at her companion, his brows furrowed together with… something she couldn’t really read. Finally, he let go of the limb, leaving it feeling a bit chilly in the fresh air before he commented that they had their quarry and walked over to it. Mercury stood there for a brief second, once again feeling like something important had just happened, but with no logical evidence as to what it was she was left with nothing but confusion.

    It was all for the better. She had been getting hit right and left with all these weird and foreign emotions since last night, and it was making her uncomfortable. If he wanted to take a step back from whatever the hell that was and pretend like it hadn’t happened, Mercury was perfectly happy with that option. Wandering over to the corpse with him, she smirked down at it. “So this is a Vulcan, I take it? Definitely don’t have these things where I’m from.” She lifted a heeled foot and pushed its face over a little to get a better look at it. “Certainly got a lot of meat on it though, that’s for sure. Is one going to be enough or will we need more? Your uncle looks like he could eat a whole one of these on his own and still have room for dessert.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 13th April 2020, 8:48 pm

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    What the hell was happening to him? Vandrad was at a complete and utter loss to what had been occurring within him over the past twenty four hours. Never in his life had he wanted to be outside of Bellum and back in Fiore or anywhere else more than now and that was saying something. Coming home had seemed to be a general, unsurprising affair -- after all, his mother did this kind of thing every couple of years or so. He’d go back, he’d meet whoever was supposed to be his betrothed, he would turn her down and then he would spend a day or two being with his family before he would return to his duties.

    But it hadn’t been like that at all. Mercury had thrown everything onto its head and the entire trip had gone so many clicks of sideways that he didn’t even know where they were anymore. It wasn’t to say that it had all been bad -- in fact, he couldn’t recall a single moment that had been tough other than the misunderstanding from the night before. Yet here he was, filled with such strange emotions and sensations that he had never felt before. It was like someone had spiked the water or the air and he was drugged into feeling, well, feelings. Let alone the fact that he had told the Silver Wolf mage his very honest opinions of her and how much she meant to him; facts that he had planned to never reveal to her, even under threat of torture and death.

    And they kept having these moments. These intimate, soft moments where both their walls and defenses and guards were lowered and honest, fragile words passed between them like secrets never meant to be spoken. The moment from the night before had been strange enough but fruitful -- he began to understand that there were parts of her that he hadn’t pegged and offered more depth to her character as a whole. It also opened up a small door for him to ask more questions about her, to get to know her further and truly strengthen their partnership. But his words and the ring and then her words and it was all becoming a swirling mess of what the fuck was even happening?

    Now they were in the woods, once more talking to one another like sworn friends who could just simply share their feelings without hesitance or pause. To make matters worse, he had simply taken her hand to talk to her, explaining his feelings and speaking directly from his heart while he had such a precious, intimate hold of her limb with his. Vandrad didn’t often thank the gods for their work in the world but he was quite gracious when that vulcan had come bursting through the treeline, distracting them both long enough to break the intimacy. He honestly didn’t even know what he was going to tell her or ask or whatever when the monster had appeared -- and frankly, he didn’t really want to know either.

    So instead he retreated away from her, heading towards the body. How ironic that a corpse felt a lot more comfortable to be around than her at the moment, at least until the awkwardness was gone. Luckily, as she came up beside him, she had returned to form and that eased his heart -- no, his mind -- a little. The Silver Wolf mage remarked on it, asking if it was a vulcan and confirming that they didn’t exist where she came from. "Yes, ugly lot of bastards. They aren’t carnivorous but some of them have a speck of intelligence, enough to speak the common language. They also had a taste for women, if you catch my drift,” he said, glancing at Mercury. Many a young woman had been kidnapped by vulcans while they walked the back roads around these parts, taken off to the monster’s lair and kept for reasons not proper to say out loud.

    Mercury remarked on the meat upon its body, though she did wonder if one was going to be enough for the entire family. "Most likely, no. You have it right; Dudley and Bartrand both consume a lot of food, given their giant genealogy so we generally have to prepare large feasts to accommodate everyone being invited to it. Two or three more should suffice, if we happen to come upon them.” He glanced up at the treeline, scanning the spaces between the trunks for movement.

    “Ahoyyy!” A voice called from above them. A quick glance to the sky would show Dudley, soaring through the air and on the downward path from a bounding leap. He came crashing down in the clearing next to them, the impact rocking the entirety of the forest. The half-naked man rose up from his kneeling position, covered in strange looking fur over his shoulders. A secondary glance would show that he was carrying not one, not two, but three vulcan bodies over his shoulder, with seemingly little effort or strain. “Well looks like you two found your own vulcan!” he said with a laugh, reaching up and patting the back of the top-most body. “With these four, we should have plenty of meat for dinner tonight!”

    Vandrad rolled his eyes over to Mercury, nodding in Dudley’s direction. "Wild man, as I said,” he said with a shake of his head. With that said, he reached down and grabbed the creature by its fur, yanking half of its body off the ground easily. Then he started the process of dragging it back the way they had come, their hunt over for the time being. It was a relatively short trip back to the spell spot, with Dudley weaving them the tale of how he fought off the three monsters with his bare fists, breaking necks and bones to ensure his victory. It was a welcome conversation that was far different from the one they had been in before and Vandrad was thankful, for once, that his uncle felt the need to blather on.

    Once they reached the place they had teleported to originally, the same sensation would overtake them before they were warped back to the manor. As promised, they had been transported directly to the meat freezer, where a large metal table had been set up with tools for the cleaning of the bodies. Dudley unceremoniously dropped his catches on the ground and remarked about going off to find Ever, ’now that his blood was pumping’”. They probably didn’t need much more explanation than that.

    Vandrad pulled down the smock from the hanger on the wall and threw it over his front, a small aura of magic crafting a protective barrier over the entirety of his clothes. He pulled on plastic gloves as well and deposited his glasses in his pocket so that he could put on a pair of goggles. "If you want, you can go find my mother and spend time with her while I prepare these. Or you can stay, if that’s what you’d prefer,” he said simply, unsure of what the best offer was. On the one hand, he was terrified of whatever conversation could come up between them should they remain in here, alone. But on the other, there was a part of him that really didn’t want her to leave. He hated that part and tried to silence it as best he could, giving her options and letting her choose whatever she wanted. Whatever she did, he would pick up the tools and pull up the first body, cleaning his blade before he started making incisions and cutting away fur.







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 13th April 2020, 11:30 pm

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    Vandrad confirmed that the creature was, indeed, a Vulcan. He described them as herbivores that had at least enough intelligence that sometimes they could communicate with Earthlanders, and apparently they had a rather… carnal... interest in women. She raised a brow at the prince. “That so?” she asked, staring back down at the thing in curiosity more than fear. Getting hauled off to some hole to get violated by one of these creatures certainly didn’t sound like her idea of a Sunday Funday, but with how quickly Vandrad had dispatched this one Mercury had already easily deduced that they weren’t exactly difficult to fend off. Or at least, not for people of their strength.

    He answered her question about whether one would be enough, stating that Bartrand and Dudley alone would certainly eat more than their fair share due to their larger appetites. His suggestion was that they were going to need at least two, probably three more to have enough for everyone to eat their fill. As if it were his cue, Dudley’s voice sounded from above them. Mercury looked up toward the sky, raising a hand to block the sunlight from her vision, to see the large man descending down as though he were coming down from an exceptionally high jump.

    He landed with such force that the entire forest seemed to shake, causing Mercury to have to steady herself a bit to not fall over in her heels. There was a giant pile of fur on his shoulders and once the world stopped rocking she could see that he actually had three of the things dead and slugged over his shoulder. Dudley seemed quite pleased by their catch, saying that between the four Vulcans they would have enough for the night’s dinner. Vandrad’s voice caught her attention as he rolled his eyes and reiterated his previous point about his uncle being a wild man. “You definitely weren’t joking,” she said with a smirk, her emerald gaze still eyeing the larger man’s catch, impressed despite herself.

    And with that, it seemed they were ready to head back toward the palace. Vandrad seemed content to simply grab their quarry by the fur and drag it behind him. Dudley spoke the entire way back about his thrilling combat with the beasts, telling them in rather intimate detail how he’d managed to slay each one with his bare hands. Mercury grinned the entire time, rather enjoying the half giant’s innocent enthusiasm. It was endearing. As she walked, she wasn’t even really aware of how she tried to keep a little in front of Vandrad so she could help make sure his path was clear of bushes and branches and other things that might snag his nice clothing, a feat that would probably be harder for him with one of his hands full. And when they got back to the spot they needed to return, she made sure to collect the clothes that Dudley had shed so they wouldn’t be left behind in the forest.

    They were back as quickly as they’d gone, arriving directly in the meat freezer as Everance had said they would. Mercury shivered momentarily at the dramatic change in temperature, but the cold was quickly forgotten as Dudley quickly dropped his pile of corpses and commented about running off to find his wife now that he was all ramped up. Mercury watched the man go with a curious look and shortly after he walked out she snorted in amusement and shook her head. “Your family really likes sex, don’t they?” she asked him candidly. “The way they talk, it’s like they’re just… constantly having it in some form or another.”

    She sounded entertained by the notion, as though it were a charming trait rather than something to mock or judge them over. Mercury turned and watched the prince put on a smock, which ebbed lightly with magic, telling her it was probably enchanted in some form. He also put on a pair of gloves and pocketed his glasses, and as he did so he gave her the option of going back up to the study to relax with his mother if she didn’t want to stay during what was sure to be a bloody mess of cleaning. “And let you have all the fun?” Mercury teased, not needing any time to think about her answer as though it had never been a question of whether she’d stay to help him or not. “I may not be much of a cook, but I’m no stranger to skinning my dinner.”

    “Don’t suppose there’s another one of those hanging around somewhere?” Mercury nodded at his smock. Presuming he procured another one for her to use, she would throw it over her outfit and then help him get one of the Vulcan bodies up on the table. When he pulled out the knives, Mercury took a moment to run her fingers down the edges, pinching them between her digits and using her magic to sharpen them to a point so fine they would easily slice a hair in half without nearly any pressure.

    Twirling one of the deadly blades expertly in her fingers, she grinned down at the body. “Alright, killer. Where do you usually start on these guys? I imagine you’ve got this down to an art by now.” Relying on him only as much as needed to learn the most efficient way to skin the thing down, she’d work with him to clean it, with little to no disgust for how gorey the process was. In fact, she handled the tool fairly efficiently without needing instruction on what any of the little hooks and grooves and curves in the blades were best used for.

    When that was done, however, she paid great interest in how he prepared the meat. Vandrad had said back in the forest that he had a method of keeping the stuff tender, and Mercury was eager to see the prince in his full cooking glory, clearly still amused by the idea that he had all these little quirks and talents that didn’t seem to fit his typical, surly mannerisms. Despite the little ways she found to tease and play with him about it, however, there was no mistaking that Mercury actually respected him for the talent and that she was doing her best to learn from his own knowledge -- which she would do as long as he let her help out, whether in the freezer or the kitchen, assuming he wouldn’t feel like she was in the way.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 14th April 2020, 6:12 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
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    Dudley’s arrival was most fortuitous, as it kept them from sinking back into any kind of emotional spectacle of talking. With his uncle returned and with quite the bounty of meat for them, it meant that they had all they needed to head back. It also meant that they would be a threesome again rather than just a pair and far less likely to engage in prior conversation. Dudley made sure of that, as he reveled in the tale of his battle against the vulcans, making wide sweeping motions with his arms and legs and practically playing out the battle for them in real time, just without the monsters. It was amusing and luckily it lifted both Vandrad and Mercury back to a place of being comfortable once more.

    Once they had arrived back at the du Wolff manor, Dudley deposited his trophies on the ground, his part in the hunt over. It seemed all the action had gotten him wound up and, stating that he needed to go and see his wife, he left the two of them alone. Mercury snorted and remarked on his family’s indulgence in carnal release, having noticed that they were always, in some capacity, in communication about it. The Prince scoffed, amused. "What, the orgy party wasn’t the giveaway?” he answered her question with one of his own, smirking.  "It’s always been like this. If my mother is to be believed, our family is blessed by a god of desire or something and every member of our family is enchanted with virility and an unending pool of sexual taste. Or so she likes to tell anyone that happens to ask her to her face. It’s quite the fairy tale, you should ask her sometime -- you might be impressed how detailed she gets,” he said as he prepared himself for the field dressing. "In truth, I don’t know why it’s like this. Everything I’ve heard about my grandparents, they weren’t as provocatively inclined as Themesycia and them. As long as I’ve been alive, sensuality has been a constant presence in our family. They’re all quite comfortable with it, so much so that they can talk openly with one another concerning their… ‘conquests’ despite being blood related. I’ve always been the odd one out. Well, I thought Bartrand and me but clearly the boy is dead set on proposing to you,” he added with an impish grin.

    He’d given her the option to leave if she wanted, since cleaning up the bodies wasn’t exactly a clean process. It would also give them a bit of time away from one another, should she need that after their intimate conversation from before. But to her credit, she already seemed to be back to form and rather than take the invitation to go spend time alone with his mother, she teased him over trying to get rid of her when the fun was just beginning. She admitted that while she wasn’t a cook by any stretch of the word, she was more than familiar with skinning food for dinner. It was a bit curious that she’d pass up the opportunity to go and hang out with Themesycia alone, if only for the sake of giving herself ammo to tease him with later. But truth be told, he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to spend more time with her.

    That was a weird thought. Luckily she turned her attention to the smock, inquiring if there was another smock for her. "What, can’t carve up your food in heels and a dress? And here I was giving you more devious credit than you deserved,” he teased her back, even as he walked over to a metal cabinet on the opposite side of the room. He opened it up, taking out another smock and brought it back over for her to put on, along with a pair of gloves and a pair of goggles as well. She set it upon herself and then helped him drag the closest body onto the table, taking the time to turn its body on its back and letting the arms and legs hang loosely over the side of the metal surface. He pulled out a set of tools for the process, handing her a knife, which she deftly pulled between her fingers and sharpened to pique bite. "Show off,” he remarked with a chuckle as she twirled the weapon in her hand as she asked him where the best place to start was. "Since you’re so keen on the task already, it’s similar to anything else that needs to be field stripped. Carve vertically up the sternum so we can remove the innards. Once we’ve done that, I’ll show you how to get under the fur -- there’s a bit of a trick to it.”

    Together, they worked through disemboweling the carcass as cleanly as possible, the Silver Wolf mage needing only small tips on where to best pierce before she went to work as diligently as an expert. It gave him ample opportunity to start ahead on peeling off the fur and removing the extra limbs that didn’t need to be attached. With two people, the process went by rather quickly -- not that Vandrad generally took very long to do this by himself. He’d gone through the means so many times that he could almost do it in his sleep and definitely do it blindfolded. Once all the extra parts had been extracted, cut off and set in a waste basket, it was time to cut off the meat. He showed her where the best cuts were, guiding her hand and knife to the slabs of mass and instructing how to angle the blade. A separate rolling table was pulled in from the other side of the freezer to pile the raw meat onto, Vandrad taking a moment to lay a thin layer of salt on the surface to keep it from sticking.

    Soon enough, they had pried enough meat off the bones to feed an entire village. A quick burst of his magic was used to turn the bones to ash, leaving a pile on the table as he discarded each useless piece. Then he took the time to sweep up the leftovers into a wastebasket. With his clean up all set, he rolled the table into a separate room that was far colder than the one they were in already. An opening in the wall was filled to the brim with a mixture of salt and Bosca grain. He explained that the grain was grown with a special infusion feed that helped it revitalize the body. It made for excellent bread but he’d discovered through his time cooking that it also worked well to store all the protein and vitamins in raw meat when it covered it, essentially keeping the food as fresh as it was when it was alive.

    "Now,” he said as he led her out of the deep freezer and back into the room they had started in. "It waits there until we’re ready to cook. That’s probably another four hours from now or so. I’ll need to come back down here in another three to season and rub the meat down with spices before we bring it outside. Believe it or not, we’ll cook all of it at once; we have quite the large bonfire pit out on the southend of the palace that overlooks the sea and the waterfall. We had a cook design a big metal pan, cast iron, to use when we cooked large feasts like this. Ever will come up with some of the sides and Bartrand, believe it or not, is quite the excellent baker. He’ll be in charge of the deserts and the drinks, probably.” He peeled off the smock, the gloves and the goggles, hanging them back in their designated areas. He took hers from her once she had taken them off and put them back too.

    As he put his glasses back on, he looked at her. "This was… surprisingly fun. I’ve never had anyone help me out before so… it made things go easier. Surprising how fulfilling it feels to teach again too. In the army, I was responsible for training the more rebellious recruits, the ones that were likely to cause trouble and were trouble. So like you, of course,” he said, flashing her a brief grin. "If you want, you can come back with me later and learn how to season it. We have a wide variety upstairs in the kitchen so we can get a little experimental, since I know you’re keen on such things.” Gone was the hesitant, unsure Vandrad and back as the confidence and cockiness, made only worse as he bent his head enough and slid down his glasses slightly, looking down at her like a teacher might to a student.

    "But for now, I should probably go check on the Midian bitch and see if she’s shaken off her coma,” he said with a small sigh. Then a naughty little idea came to his head, which brought a grin to his face as he looked at her. "You know… there might be a way we can ensure that she wakes up even angrier. It’s a bit bold on my part but what the hell, I’m ready to be rid of her. What if we were to barge into the room in the midst of some… passionate kissing, per se, and acting as if we were about to use the bed she’s on for more degenerate reasons? That might wake her up right quick.”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 14th April 2020, 8:54 pm

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    He brought up the orgy the night before in response to her amused comments about how his family seemed so fixated on sex, advising her that the after party alone should have been enough to lead her to that conclusion. Which was a fair point. Vandrad went on to elaborate on how if his mother was to be believed their family was blessed by some sex god -- a reference Mercury didn’t really get fully, but she ran with it anyway. But apparently, Themesycia was so married to the idea that any mention of it usually sparked her into a rather meticulous story about it.

    According to him, however, there really isn’t much of a reason for his family to be the way they are. His grandfather and grandmother were supposedly nothing like that, as far as he knew, but the rest of his family has just always been like this and not caring at all about showing it off in front of one another. Vandrad had always been the odd one out in that regard, though up until last night he’d assumed Bartrand was also less inclined toward such things. Clearly that wasn’t the case, as his younger cousin had made it very clear a number of times now that he wanted to marry Mercury. She grinned. “Poor kid’s gonna be heartbroken when he finds out I’m not about that life. Oh well. I’m sure he’ll get over it, he seems pretty spunky.”

    She made her interest in staying known, playfully asking for a smock to keep her own clothes clean only for him to tease her over it, stating how she’d disappointed his expectations to see her gutting a corpse in heels and a dress. “Yeah, that means so much coming from the man that didn’t want to risk anything catching on his daddy suit out in the woods.” Mercury smirked at him. “And the heels are still on, thank you very much. If I get walk in the woods in these things I can certainly skin a Vulcan in them.”

    He brought the spare coverup to her nonetheless. Mercury put it on and then donned the gloves and goggles he’d also brought her. Vandrad called her a show off as she sharpened the knives and twirled them between her fingers. “Yeah, but you like it,” was her only playful retort before it got into the thick of things with her, literally. Like with any kill, he said to start with the chest to remove the carcass, which is where the majority of the useless organs were. Supposedly the trick with Vulcans was knowing the proper way to get under the layer of fur to get a clean skinning, but he’d show her that part when they got there.

    With the two of them at work, the process went fairly quickly. She could tell he’d done this so many times that he could probably do it in his sleep, which made her wonder if she was even helping him at this point or just slowing him down. Not that she’d feel bad about the latter -- it would just make the whole thing more amusing. For the most part Mercury knew what she was doing, or at least knew the proper use of the tools, but there were still a few spots where he had to stop her to give tips and direction. While she’d skinned a few things on a hungry night, it certainly hadn’t been prey anywhere near this large.

    Eventually, they had a table full of raw meat that he’d put on top of a layer of salt, which he’d explained helped keep it from sticking to the somewhat frozen table in the cold room. The waste matter was burned through the use of his magic, and the ashes swept away into a trashcan. Then, he rolled the table of meat into an adjacent room that was phenomenally more cold than the one they’d been in the whole time leading up to it. The small room had large sacks of salt and the Bosca grain he’d mentioned earlier, to help keep the meat tender. And apparently, also made delicious bread.

    Once that portion was done, he led her back out and explained that this part of the job was done until it was time to cook it, which he said would probably be in about four hours. Giving himself an hour to prep everything meant they’d have to come back in three hours. Despite the quantity of meat, Vandrad said it would all be cooked at once thanks to a specially made large skillet they’d commissioned a cook to craft for them. Apparently, it rested over a bonfire on the estate that faced the view of the ocean waters surrounding the island. The typical routine seemed to be that Vandrad handled the meat of the main dish while his aunt Everance whipped up some sides and Bartrand, surprisingly enough, handled desserts.

    “Wow, you guys have this down to a science,” Mercury commented as she removed the borrowed get up and handed the items to him, impressed despite herself. It was a bit unheard of for nobles to do their own cooking and meal preparations, as far as Mercury was aware. Yet another way that the du Wolffs were pleasantly surprising her. As she checked herself over for any stray blood or gore -- in spite of the enchanted apron, she was still a bit paranoid about potentially ruining the delightful dress she was borrowing -- he spoke up about how nice it had been to teach something again, stating that no one usually helped him with this part of the work. In the army, it was part of his job to train the soldiers, specifically the ones that were hard to crack, like Mercury herself.

    She grinned at him, clearly pleased by the comparison. The expression only grew into something more mischievous when he invited her to join him for the seasoning process, stating how everything they would need was upstairs and there was plenty to “experiment” with. He shot her a look over his glasses, and she was unprepared for the shiver that ran down her spine as a result of it. It was not okay that those things fit him so well, nor that they somehow made his cocky smirks even more attractive. Worse, she was pretty sure he knew it was driving her at least a little crazy. Smug bastard. Mercury wiggled her brows at him a little. “You know me so well,” she teased, “That or I’m getting predictable.”

    But all good things came to an end, and he lamented that it was probably time for him to go check and make sure he hadn’t actually killed Sabine by accident. Mercury rolled her eyes. “Please, we both know how that’s going to go over,” she told him with a snort. Then she clutched her hands to her chest and dipped her knees a little, feigning the demeanor of a damsel and speaking up again in a slightly more falsetto voice. “Oh, Vanny-poo! How sweet of you to come check on your wife! I feel so faint, but just having you here makes everything better!” Mercury straightened up after that, reverting to her normal alto tone and merciless smirk. “I say let her sit until she wakes up on her own. Give her an inch and she’s just going to think she’s won you over and clamor over you all the harder.”

    Mercury was getting ready to dismiss the topic of Sabine when Vandrad got a devious look in his eyes unlike any he usually got before. The depth of the grin caught her attention, her brows furrowing at him with amused interest in the unspoken question of wondering what evil thought had just occurred to him. She wouldn’t have to wait long for the answer. Apparently, he thought of something that might make her even more angry when she woke up, and boy did that interest her. It was bold and out of his normal field of comfort, but at this point he wanted so badly to be rid of Sabine that he’d consider just about any tactic. And that tactic seemed to be the two of them barging into Sabine’s room in a state of passion for her to awake to.

    The Silver Wolf mage was visibly shocked by the idea, for a number of reasons. “Oh stars, that is cold,” she told him, though not with any disappointment. No, in fact she was rubbing her chin thoughtfully, an absolutely malicious smirk on her face. “She would be so furious, but even she can’t be so dense as to not get the picture that you aren’t interested in her after that. Although I don’t know… she has been really dead set on trying to outplay me all day. She may just try to push me out of the way and try to jump you herself, if she thinks that’s what it will take to make you want her. And that sounds like an absolutely train wreck to me… which naturally means I’m just going to sit back and watch and do absolutely nothing to stop her from trying.”

    Mercury flashed him an impish grin. “Boy you must really be desperate to get her off your dick, though, to suggest something like this. And with me, of all people.” Despite the fact that the two of them had had sex already once before and quite clearly flirted with each other a lot, she really didn’t seem to think any of that meant much in the long run. What had happened between them had been a one time thing born from fury and tension and -- at least on Vandrad’s part -- hatred. No matter how much she teased him, Mercury honestly never seemed to think there was a possibility the two of them would ever wind up locked in a similar tango, even if only briefly and for show. After all, just because he’d agreed upon her assessment that sleeping with her hadn’t needed to be a badge of shame, it didn’t mean he wanted to do it again, or anything close to it.

    So this was indeed a surprise to her, and one that she seemed not to take too seriously even though normally she would be taking the time to make jokes at his expense to twist his words into making it seem like he just wanted an excuse to get on her again. Finally, her smirk widened to a grin. “Alright, I’m in. Let’s break her.”

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    Mercury seemed surprised by the fact that there was a method to their cooking plans, at least when it came to the family taking responsibility for its own sustenance. Vandrad smirked as he took her borrowed items and put them back where they had come from originally. "Ever has always been interested in cooking and offered me recipe books when I started to show an interest when I was younger. She lives far enough away that getting here to teach me was a bit of a stretch but she could offer literature so I could study up and help teach myself. Bartrand took up the interest seemingly out of nowhere but he didn’t have the talent to be a full fledged cook. Yet we discovered that he far surpassed a lot of people with baking -- a sweets connoisseur for someone who isn’t entirely sweet,” he joked as he walked back over to her. "Between the three of us, we’re able to run a kitchen and prep a meal like true professionals. Plus it’s nice to give the staff a break sometimes; give them a night off to enjoy our food rather than having to make it for us.”

    She’d said something about Bartrand earlier, about her not being about the married life, that had struck an odd chord in him. While the words had hit without much effect, they had left an impression upon him that he couldn’t quite shake. It made sense -- she seemed more like the fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants kind of woman and she seemed far more comfortable flirting with everyone than just settling on a single person. Still, for someone that had eluded to a tough past, he couldn’t help but wonder if there were any aspect of a normal life that she did desire. Or was she truly like him; in that the notion of anything resembling comfortable or settling down just seemed… strange and lacking? There was no decent way to ask it but he did, at least, acknowledge the statement.

    He took a moment to look at her from atop his glasses, a look that he didn’t overly understand what it could cause. But Vandrad wasn’t a complete idiot and was more than aware what a domineering stare over lenses could do, his smug smirk adding to the look further. She teased him over knowing her so well and his smirk deepened a fraction. "Inside and out,” he teased back. Another flirty moment that had become a regular mainstay in their relationship at this point.

    As much as he would have enjoyed to keep passing barbs and comments with her -- or frankly, doing anything else -- he knew he had a responsibility to check on Sabine, if only out of royal etiquette. The Silver Wolf mage was less than interested in that, claiming to know exactly how that was going to go. Then she suddenly put on the act of pretending to be the Midian woman, going into full damsel mode as she raised her voice a few octaves as well. He chuckled at her imitation, thoroughly amused at just how accurate it was. Barely even a day of knowing the princess and she could put on a fairly convincing act to being her. A moment later she returned to her normal, stating that if he gave her even an inch, she would try to walk all over him and become even more of a pest. "Please. Even an inch would probably tear her open,” he said, his insinuation something else entirely as he gave her a smirk. "Besides, Themesycia only asked that I be proper at the pool for the sake of leading her into a false sense of security. As far as I’m concerned, the gloves are off and I can say whatever I want now.” Oh and he had such things he wanted to say too.

    But instead, a far more wicked idea entered his head. It was one born from the influence of Mercury, a cruel trick that wasn’t just rude but downright disrespectful. It was something he wouldn’t usually indulge in any serious way but frankly, the Midian woman had pressed her luck the night before and placed herself in such a low regard that he was willing to sink below his normal standards to strike at her. He turned to Mercury, the evil intent in his gaze enough to earn him a quizzical, downright curious look from his partner. And when he revealed the thought, the plan forming nearly as he spoke it to her, she looked utterly floored. She had every right to be; it was something that neither of them -- hell, anyone on Earthland -- would expect the Prince to ever think about, let alone suggest as a viable option.

    She commended the thought, stating that it was utterly horrible. But he had laid a seed and she started to ponder it aloud, realizing just how impactful it would be to convince the princess that she was, in fact, not going to be within Vandrad’s realm of interest at all. Yet there was always the possibility that Sabine could see it as an opportunity to try and one up Mercury by stealing him right in the middle of the act. It would be an utter catastrophe on Sabine’s part, as the Silver Wolf mage would simply step aside and let whatever unfolded happen, to amuse herself. She looked at him, realizing that he truly was hellbent on getting rid of her, to insinuate such a trick and with her of all people. He shrugged. "Well you are my partner more times than not. And if anyone will commit to the faux pas completely, I know it’ll be you. If I want it to be believable, I’d much rather it be with someone I trust.” It was a small moment of generous sincerity, in the midst of a no-good, wicked prank.

    She hadn’t confirmed if she would go along with the plan yet; she had simply mused over the implications of what they could possibly do. But it seemed the prospect was far too tasty for her to turn down, as a moment later her smirk gave way to a devious grin and she agreed, more than pleased with the idea of breaking her. "Excellent. Time to put on a play,” he said with a wicked chuckle. They didn’t need to talk strategy or plan -- it seemed far more fruitful and impactful if they rolled with it naturally. With no point in delaying, he led the way out of the locker and through the kitchen, passing by the few cooks that were still pre-preparing meals for the next day. They followed the hallways out to the main hall, now empty and showing off its immense size more accurately with its lack of people. Up the stairs they went and through the winding hallways until they stopped at a door, several halls away from the main bedrooms.

    "Here we are,” he said, stopping to turn to her. "She’s still asleep,” he said, his senses able to pick up on the Midian princess’ breathing. He realized quickly that he hadn’t exactly explained that bit of his magic to her and followed it up. "Else we’d already hear her shrill voice throughout the entire mansion,” he remarked effortlessly. "Showtime,” he said, giving her a nod. He waited until she gave him some signal that she was ready and then he just… went for it. Grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in, kissing her passionately. He held her close, even as he turned them to press up against the doors heavily. They were unlocked and easily swung inwards, the two of them stumbling through the threshold in their fit of completely fictitious lust. He used his sense of the room to lead Mercury over to the bed, dropping her on top of it and on top of Sabine’s covered legs. There lay the princess, mouth agape and soft, wet snores escaping her open mouth. The impact of both their bodies hitting the mattress caused her to inhale sharply and snort, completely unbecoming of what many would think a princess should be.

    As Vandrad began to speak loudly about the things he wanted to do to the Silver Wolf mage, as well as grabbing, squeezing, touching and even spanking parts of her, the Midian woman started to rouse. Groaning, her eyes fluttered as her interrupted sleep started to fade and the noises that had cut her off became more clear. It was only a moment later that she opened her eye to see what was happening. Then both of them shot open, her mind lifted from sleep instantly. Blood rushed to her cheeks as her eyes bugged out of their sockets. “What the HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” she screeched, her words barely comprehensible with the level of pitch she reached.







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 15th April 2020, 7:48 pm

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    She listened has he explained that it was his aunt who always had an interest in cooking, and because of her he’d picked up the talent from a young age. Apparently, Everance lived far enough away that she couldn’t readily be available any day of the week to teach him first hand, but she was easily able to send him books with recipes and instructions for him to try on his own. Bartrand’s interest in the hobby seemingly came out of nowhere, and for the most part he wasn’t great at it, but somehow through it all he’d has a surprising knack for baking sweets despite the fact that he wasn’t the sweetest individual in the world himself. Mercury smirked a little at the joking comment.

    But really it was the last part that got her attention. When they did this, it wasn’t just for themselves. Apparently, the family cooked more than what they needed and gave the rest to their staff so they could have a night off and be served instead of doing the serving. It was a notion that stunned her entirely, though little more than mild surprise showed in her facial features. “Wow, that’s… very generous of you all,” she said. Either she’d been entirely misled on what nobles were like, or the du Wolffs were a rare breed. Based on her interactions with them thus far, as well as her exposure to Sabine, she was fairly certain it was the latter.

    The prince enjoyed her mockery of Sabine, chuckling at Mercury’s antics. She herself cackled when he retorted that even an inch would probably split the infuriating princess in half, a not so subtle insinuation toward how little she’d be able to take of him, or anyone. “I don’t know, did you see the size of the rod up her ass? Still, it seemed his bigger reason for doing it was because he’d only been behaving at the pool due to his mother, who’d wanted to make a further mockery of Sabine. But now that breakfast was over, Vandrad no longer cared and he was just ready to be rid of her and speak his mind, no matter how mean.

    Oh, and he wanted to be mean. Mercury expressed her thoughts on the idea, both in terms of its effectiveness and everything that could possibly go wrong with it. Vandrad let her think the plan out loud without interruption, only speaking up when she teased about how badly he wanted to get rid of the sow to consider something this base, and with her. Even then, he simply stated that she was his partner in crime at this point, one that he knew wouldn’t half ass the show. That, and if he was going to do something so completely out of his nature, it would only happen because he was getting help from someone he trusted. While Mercury certainly caught the sincerity of the comment, and it did strike a warm chord in her, she was far too interested in the cruelty of the prank to think about it too much.

    “Trusting me was your first mistake,” Mercury teased him with a grin. Still, she was sold, and told him as much. Vandrad was just as pleased and eager for the prank, so without any adieu they wandered back out into the main halls of the palace, which felt a lot roomier without all the people from the party the night before in it. He easily led the way toward the guest quarters, up several flights of stairs, until they were parked outside of the room that had been alloted to Sabine for her overstay. He remarked that they had arrived, stating that Sabine was clearly still asleep otherwise she would have already been shrieking to high heaven about what had happened during breakfast. Normally, Mercury sensors might have picked up that the explanation of his statement was perhaps a little too quickly added, but her guard was so far lowered in Vandrad’s home at the moment that the thought he was hiding some kind of knowledge or ability from her was the furthest thing from her mind.

    She gave him the sauciest and most playful of grins when he told her it was showtime. “Then come and get it, daddy,” Mercury told him. Vandrad did just that, snatching her by the hips and pulling her right up against him and planting his mouth on hers with nearly as much gusto and wanton desire as he had back during their very real tryst in Desierto. Even during the act of kissing him, Mercury couldn’t help the cackling that bubbled up her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him basically throw her against the doors. They swung wide open with ease, the prince expertly guiding her over to the bed and pinning her to it with his own body and zero regard to the placement of Sabine’s beneath them.

    Hands roamed with open fearlessness on both sides, with Mercury doing very little to understate her enjoyment of what was happening. And despite the fact that this was little more than a cruel spectacle to piss Sabine off, the Silver Wolf mage was enjoying herself. Laser sights focused on the insufferable princess or no, she certainly wasn’t going to complain about getting an unexpected second chance to bump minor league uglies with Vandrad again -- especially given his current attire and those damn glasses. Surprisingly, the prince wasn’t exactly pulling any punches either, openly listing off a number of dirty things he planned on doing to her, not bothering to keep his voice down about it. It was difficult to miss how exciting this was for him as well, but that was of little surprise given the nature of the prank, and Mercury really didn’t put that much thought into it.

    She was starting to wonder if they were going to have to actually commit to the show all the way through to sex when Sabine finally woke up. The idiot woman had been snoring with her mouth open the whole time, having barely moved at all when Mercury’s back hit her feet. Vandrad had managed to get out quite a number of illicit promises to the Silver Wolf wizard before Sabine realized what was going on and shot up in the bed, practically screaming her question at them and demanding to know what they were doing.

    Mercury pried her mouth off of Vandrad’s without stopping any of her other intimate movements to tilt her head back, fixing Sabine with a smug, upside down smirk. “Isn’t it obvious?” she purred, giggling a little from some of the things Vandrad was doing to her. “We’re putting you in your place. Or did you really think anyone, especially Themesycia, bought your little act this morning? The only thing more see through than your apology was that hopeless excuse for a bikini. But don’t take my word for it.” Giving the woman a dark grin, Mercury turned her face back up and started kissing and biting playfully on Vandrad’s neck and shoulder through his open collar, giving him the chance to finally let out all the things he’d been wanting to say to Sabine since the moment he’d met her the night before.

    He’d more than earned it, and she wasn’t going to take that from him.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 15th April 2020, 8:49 pm

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    There was a brief frame of time where it seemed they would have to go through with several acts of this prank to rouse her. Vandrad had honestly expected knocking the door down would be enough to wake her up, knocked out or no. It was a bit surprising then when, as he practically threw Mercury down on the bed, the Midian woman continued to snore away, oblivious to the couple groping and kissing one another right over her legs. It wasn’t until the Prince started listing off several naughty things reminiscent of his words from Desierto that she started to finally wake up. And right when he was starting to get into the thick of things too.

    She screeched like a wounded banshee when she finally perceived them, her legs pulling out from under them so fast that she should have gotten whiplash. He laughed openly as his hands and mouth roamed over Mercury, even as she pulled her mouth off of his and tilted her head back to set her gaze on her target. She teased the utterly shocked woman, bringing down the walls of pretend decency and striking right for the heart of the matter. Mercury stated that this was a show to put her in her place and that all of her falseness from the morning hadn’t been missed by literally anyone. A sharp inhale from the Midian princess choked her up, even as her rage started to come to a boil again.

    As Mercury turned her attention to show some physical love for Vandrad’s neck, the prince lifted his gaze to her. For some reason, Sabine changed her tactics like a switch; trying to drain her anger and replace it with perhaps the most pathetic excuse for wounded cat's eyes a person could muster. “Vanny-poo…” she mewled softly, even adding in a sniff for dramatic effect. “I-”

    "You what? Are you hoping some sob story or weepy eyed attempt to connect to my empathy will earn you some kind of second chance?” he hissed at her, his own wicked grin plastered over his face. "Here you are, pinned to your own bed by two intending to use it for raunchy, nasty purposes and all you can do is bluther and fume like a tea kettle with no water. You simpering wench; from the moment you arrived her, you have infected this place with your dishonesty, your dishonor and lack of respect. Were it not for the sake of my family, I would have rid myself of you quite literally out of a window. You flaunt and purr like you’re a tigress but you’re not even worth the time of day to look at.”

    Wounded act wasn’t working so she instantly flipped back, fire brimming from her eyes as she hissed. “You disgusting mongrel! How dare you speak to me like that; do you have any idea how pitiful you are, lying here engaging a plain and common whore in debauchery. I could have you strung up and hung by your tongue for your insolence!” she roared at the two of them.

    "If I’m a mongrel, I guess that makes you a parasite -- not even good enough to fantasize about,” Vandrad shot back at her, laughing quite openly. He took some initiative, the release of all his anger and annoyance bolstering courage in him. He pulled Mercury up, getting them both to their feet, as he stood behind her, pressed intimately against her rear as he held her close to his chest. It was like he was putting her on display for Sabine, an example of one that was obviously superior to the Midian princess. "This woman knows how to capture the attention of an entire family. Men, women -- they all want a piece of her and show no remorse or shame for stating as much openly. You call her plain but she’s more beautiful than you could ever be. You call her common but she shows respect and care for the house, while you flounce around like you’ve already married into it. Your title of princess is a title you cling to so heavily because it’s the only thing that gives you any substance. No wonder all your marriages have failed -- none of those men could stand the idea of forever with you, let alone a single night.”

    Sabine screeched so loudly that he was sure that the glass in the windows had cracked. She flung herself out of the bed and tore past them. Furiously she grabbed for her things laid out on the tables nearby, throwing them in her personal bag as she hissed at them. “I will not stand for this! This house, this family -- they are all pathetic, disgusting beasts that aren’t worthy of marrying into my family. My father will hear of your disrespect and the fact that you struck me. He will gather all of the families under his banner and he will wipe this disgusting place and all of you off of Earthland. Then I will spit right on your ashes as I rebuild this island in honor of Midi and my family’s name!” She rambled out wildly.

    "Bring them all on,” Vandrad said with a grin as he pulled Mercury around and pressed her up against the table, bending her over it. Now Sabine could see both of their faces, unmoved, unafraid of her threats and words. In fact, they were both far too entertained -- it was like her rant was verbal foreplay. "I’d love to see how your entire army fares against me. And after I’ve turned them to dust, I’ll let Mercury here do whatever she wants to you. And trust me; she is far more devious than I am. Why do you think I’d rather fuck her than you any day of the week?”

    There was no winning. Sabine screeched again as he pulled her bag under her arm. She blew past them, her face so red it looked like it was about to pop. She stormed out of the room and into the hall, screaming all kinds of insults upon the two of them and the entire du Wolff family. Vandrad looked back, laughing wildly as she went off on her rampage. Then he had a choice to make and a hard one at that. If they followed after her, they could deliver the final nails into her coffin, driving her so past the point of sanity that she could downright turn feral before leaving. They could even force her to attack one of them if they kept pressing. But on the other hand, a large part of him really wanted to continue what was happening. It had started as a prank and it still was but… he couldn’t deny that releasing all his thoughts and feelings had created quite the strong desire in him. And based on how Mercury was feeling at the moment, he was sure that she wouldn’t exactly say no to the idea either.

    Against his more carnal instincts, wisdom broke through. He pulled Mercury up, turning her to face him with a grin on his face. "We’ve got her on the run. Shall we make sure she fully cracks before she leaves?” he asked her, the wickedness plain on his face. Counting that she agreed, he would suddenly lean forward and kiss her again… which was odd, considering no one was around to see what should have been part of the prank. Clearly it was just the excitement of it all, as he pulled back quickly, still grinning and grabbed her hand to pull her with him. If it was strange to Vandrad, he didn’t show it; he was far too dedicated to making Sabine’s a living hell that he wasn’t going to let what was probably a minor hiccup slow him down.

    They caught up to her in the great hall, as she stumbled down the steps in a flurry. "Are you sure we can’t convince you to stay? We’d love an audience,” he called out to her. Even as he did, the rest of his family was coming into the room from different directions, concerned for the shrill voice that had been echoing throughout the mansion.

    “Is everything alright?” Simon said, walking up to stop Sabine from going any further. She tried to wiggle past him, despite him reaching out with an arm and halting her completely.

    “Absolutely not. Get your hands off of me, you disgusting pig!” she screeched, wrenching her arms bath and forth.

    “Ah, so we’ve finally reached the place where we don’t need to be nice to you anymore. Thank the gods,” he responded, smirking slightly. Then he twisted her arm around behind her back, causing her to scream out in agony. He pinned it there and brought her to the center of the room. As Themesycia walked in from another hallway, he glanced over to her. “Dear sister, our Midian guest has awoken. And she is unpleased.”

    “Has she now?” the Duchess mused with a smirk, walking slowly up to the pair. She glanced up the stairs to Vandrad and Mercury. “And what could have caused her such… distemperment?”

    “Your disgusting son and his pig whore there are--” Sabine started to scream before Themesycia’s hand shot out, squeezing her cheeks together and freezing her tongue in place.

    “Oh boy,” Bartrand said with a chuckle.

    “‘Bout damn time,” Ophelia remarked.

    “So rude,” Cecilia followed up, shaking her head.

    “Mercury darling,” Themesycia called up to the Silver Wolf mage, beckoning her to come closer. Once she had, the Duchess would turn to her with a warm, amused smile. “I do believe Sabine shall be heading home soon. Any last words before we bid her farewell?”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 16th April 2020, 12:15 am

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Mercury made no attempt to hide her giggling as Sabine quickly tried to ply for Vandrad’s affections again, starting with the use of that awful nickname. The prince swiftly cut her off, calling her out on coming up with some kind of tear jerking story in an attempt to connect with him in a way that wouldn’t work, to earn some favor. It was pathetic and he told her just that, pointing out the ridiculousness of her trying that tactic when the two of them were blatantly in the process of practically tearing one another’s clothes off right on top of her, for the openly stated purpose of mocking her. He wasted no time informing her that he’d practically loathed her existence from the moment she’d stepped foot in the palace, calling her out on her disrespect and lack of honor, and saying how if it weren’t for his family he’d have thrown her out long ago, and violently.

    He was laying so many insults that Mercury was laughing into the prince’s skin as she kissed on him, especially when she finally gave up her act and started yelling at him, calling him a mongrel and Mercury a whore. But Vandrad was ready for it, running with the insult and turning it right back on her to call her a parasite that wasn’t even good enough to fantasize about. He pulled himself back onto his feet with Mercury along with him, spinning her around and pulling her up against him. She caught the ruse and ran with it, continuing to move and behave like they were still engaging in illicit activities even as Vandrad practically made a showgirl out of her, talking about how easily Mercury had captivated his entire family, even on a sexual level. He refuted Sabine insults toward Mercury’s physique and status while mocking those of the princess.

    The whole time he spoke, Mercury kept her even, smug gaze on Sabine, putting on quite the show of enjoying Vandrad’s compliments and the different ways he was touching her. Then, she broke out into laughter when he told Sabine what no one else probably had up until this point in her life: that her awful and annoying personality was probably the reason all of her arranged marriages had failed in the past. Sabine shrieked in anger at the top of her lungs, storming past them and quickly grabbing her things and throwing them into her bag as she threw a tantrum over how she was being treated. She insulted the entire du Wolff family, which only made Mercury want to hurt her more, threatening to tell her father about it and how Vandrad had hit her. The way she spoke made it sound like she was going to get their house to go to war with Vandrad’s.

    And it wasn’t even a little intimidating. Vandrad gave her an open invitation to try before turning Mercury around again and bending her over a table. As they continued to put on a show, he told the princess how much he’d love to single handedly turn her entire army to ash before letting Mercury have the pleasure of dispatching Sabine herself, fully admitting that the Silver Wolf mage was much more crafty than he was, stating it as the reason that in the choice of sleeping with Mercury or Sabine, he’d choose the former every time. Mercury shot Sabine a cruel smirk. “I’m intimately familiar with torture of every kind: physical, emotional, intellectual,” she teased, though there was no mistaking by her tone that she wasn’t joking even a little. “You’d break easy under a careless hand, but don’t worry. I know how to make it last.”

    It was finally too much for the princess, who screamed at the top of her lungs, grabbed her bag, and stormed right out of the room leaving Vandrad and Mercury howling in laughter. The slayer was grateful he’d had her up against the desk, because frankly she was laughing so hard she needed it to help support her. “Fuck!” she exclaimed, wiping a tear of wild amusement from her face. Vandrad pulled her up, grinning wildly as he pointed out that they had an opportunity here to quite literally run the woman out and ensure she fully broke on the way out the door. “Oh, please,” she practically begged him through gasping breath, “I need this so bad.”

    That seemed to be good enough for him, and off they would run after her… but not before Vandrad leaned forward and kissed her again. Despite how dead set she was on harrying after the woman, the odd gesture didn’t go past her notice, though she also didn’t exactly put much thought into it for the moment. If anything, she just reacted on instinct, humming briefly in pleasure and sinking into it for the quick second or two that it lasted, her fingers pressing ever so slightly against his sides. Then, he took her by the hand and they ran off into the hallway after the princess, the weird moment tucked away to ponder another time when there were less pressing matters at hand.

    Ironically, it was the great hall where they caught up to her, the two of them calling out to the woman mockingly the entire way. “Yeah!” Mercury added after Vandrad’s own words about how they could use an audience, laughing through her whole sentence. “You never know, voyeurism could be your kink! Why don’t you stick around a little longer, we can show you some tricks!”

    By now the whole palace was hearing the commotion, with family members quickly wandering into the room to see what all the fuss was about. It was Simon who had managed to stop the princess, who promptly called him a pig and told him to get his hands off of her. That was the duke’s cue to drop his own pretenses, which he did with great gratitude before twisting Sabine’s arm up behind her back and pushing her toward Themesycia in the center of the large room. Mercury was laughing so hard she had to lean against Vandrad’s side to keep from falling over, their hands still conjoined from the run down the hallway.

    There was a brief exchange as the duchess shot the couple an amused look before asking Sabine what was wrong, and Sabine had the gall to call Vandrad disgusting to his mother’s face. The was in the process of insulting Mercury when the Ashen Dread swiftly and firmly grasped the insufferable woman by the face, stopping the words in her mouth. “Oh shit,” Mercury sputtered along with the rest of the du Wolff family’s comments, practically wheezing. This was going to be good, she thought, fully expecting Themesycia to go ham on the trash woman.

    But it seemed the duchess had something else in mind as she called Mercury down to join them. “Oh, I get to help?” She was excited as a kid on Christmas morning, not that Mercury herself would really understand that analogy. Giving Vandrad’s hand a squeeze and shooting him a quick wink, she made her way down the steps to join them. Once there, Themesycia candidly informed her that Sabine would be taking her leave soon and asked if Mercury had any final words for the obnoxious princess. “Oh, I have several,” she said, fixing her glistening emerald gaze on the captive woman.

    “First, you really need to step up your insults. Men and women who openly sleep around are hardly offended by being called whores and sluts. Unlike women like you, I imagine. Go ahead and follow through with your threats to tell daddy whatever you want about what happened here, but I recorded a lot of it and I’m more than happy to make sure he gets a copy. I’m sure he’ll be very thrilled to see his little angel in that little get up of yours from this morning.” If her family was anything like what Mercury assumed typical nobles to be like, she would bring a lot of shame to them if anyone found out she’d been running around trying to win Vandrad over like the common slut she’d been calling Mercury this whole time.

    The Silver Wolf mage went on. “Also, just a few tips for your next intended marriage, if you want to actually be successful at tricking a man into marrying you: Learn to recognize the difference between a romantic rival and a conniving buddy that can help make sure you never get anywhere near the man you want. Because despite what you want to convince yourself about me, I’m not a courtier and I’m not a servant; I’m his best friend. Shut up, Vandrad, no one here is buying your denial.” Mercury turned to flash the prince an impish grin, preemptively cutting him off from any attempt he might make at correcting her on the friendship bit. Then, her attention was back on Sabine.

    “Also, from one woman to another, you really should work on trying to gain a few redeeming qualities. If the shrill sound of your voice isn’t enough to drive away every man within a one hundred mile radius, the way you lead with desperation as your defining personality trait is. It’s cringy and sad, and I’m sorry no one has cared about you enough to point it out to you before, but that’s why I’m here. To help.” She put an overdramatic emphasis on the last word, putting her hand to her chest in feigned sincerity.

    But that expression turned slightly sour as another thought came to her mind, one that had been building up under the surface since the night before. “Oh, and one last thing.” The sweet innocent of her voice was a telltale sign to anyone who could read such things that this interaction was about to turn someplace dark. It was the only warning anyone was going to get. In a flash, the Silver Wolf mage snatched Sabine firmly by the hair and pulled so hard it would rip the Midian woman right out of both Simon and Themesycia’s grasps. In the same motion, she swiftly kicked the back of Sabine’s legs, knocking her roughly onto her knees onto the hard floor. Out of nowhere, a skeletal prison of metal conjured around the woman’s body, securing her limbs and torso so tightly that it had her bent back almost in two, a metal plate slapping over her mouth like a muzzle.

    Gone was any look of mirth in Mercury’s eyes. There was only a fierce, unadulterated hatred as she continued to grip the woman by the hair, adding insult to injury. And there would be injury. The frame would be pressing against her painfully at several points all over her body like tiny needles were driving themselves under her flesh, digging beneath her skin. But by the look on her face, Mercury was no longer playing around, and any enjoyment she was now getting out of this was purely from a place of vindictive sadism. There was no one else in that room but the two of them as far as she was concerned, and her unwavering gaze was that of a woman who had risen above so many horrors that there was nothing left to terrify or intimidate her anymore.

    Leaning in close, she got right in Sabine’s face with the look of a woman ready to murder. “You can call me a whore, lie to yourself about my status to try and make yourself look more important than you are… Say whatever you want about me, or the rest this kind and giving family, because frankly no one here cares enough about your opinion to lose any sleep over it.” Mercury’s expression got unthinkably more dangerous as she pushed her face closer to the princess’s, making sure there was no mistaking her next words.

    “But if you ever disrespect my mother’s song again, you’ll learn that I can be someone much more nasty than a common whore. And trust me when I say that it doesn’t matter where you go, how far away from me you are, or how softly you speak… even if you are completely alone, which wouldn’t surprise me, tucked in the deepest ravine in the most isolated wasteland on the Earth, I will hear you. Test me on it after you leave here, if you dare. You utter one word of mockery at that song, and there is no army in the world, no magic in the universe, that will protect you from the horrors I will inflict on you.”

    Mercury paused there, giving Sabine a moment to let the threat sink in, boring into the woman with the cold, dead eyes of one who had killed and tortured -- and perhaps been tortured -- so many times that she’d long lost count, and not just in the heat of battle. Sabine was currently at the mercy of a woman who had experience murdering in cold blood, the only reason she wasn’t doing so now merely out of respect for the family that had been so generous and accepting to her when they didn’t need to be.

    “Have I made myself clear, you toxic, sniveling waste of oxygen?” As if her words were the cue, the skeletal prison constricted a bit more on itself, bending her back just a little bit more.

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