A Touch of Fae (Kyan and Clarice) - Timeless2024-03-29T12:42:13Zhttp://timeless.ning.com/forum/topics/a-touch-of-fae-kyan-and-clarice?commentId=5164310%3AComment%3A93520&feed=yes&xn_auth=no✧ A Touch of Fae ✧Her unwav…tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-03-19:5164310:Comment:1053112024-03-19T17:46:03.946ZClarice De Biville - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/ClariceDeBiville
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<center><div style="width: 700px; height: 650px; padding: 5px; background-color: #06114f; outline: 3px solid #06114f; outline-offset: 5px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; float: center; margin-center: 10px;"><img style="outline: 1px solid #d4af37; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 20px 20px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/009/073/215/large/eugene-nuar-art.jpg?1607935440"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #d4af37; width: 230px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 15px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/7917d5fd95ae7142748a513640b871ad/53d2d42cde6ad2a1-5b/s540x810/8d617e39a9f444d2110e84e4fe3712f8917a2b42.gif"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #d4af37; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 11px 8px 15px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c6/ea/0c/c6ea0c467190b4427b00396ec702ac59.jpg"/> <br/> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #d4af37; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #d4af37;">✧ A Touch of Fae ✧</span><br/><div style="width: 670px; height: auto; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 5px; float: left;"><div style="width: 650px; padding: 30px; line-height: 21px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; font-size: 15px; font-style: arial; text-align: Left; color: #d4af37;">Her unwavering gaze stuck to the door as she waited impatiently to move towards it. The death of Prospero itched the back of her brain realizing she was mere steps from an answer. Would she truly find freedom from the person who made her feel finite and worthless. Though it held no obvious way to open the door, magic never had obvious solutions. A chill trailed along her spine as Gwainar warning thundered through the quiet of the room. All the Fae who offered their blood in that moment, she wondered if they held the same amount of awe in their system as she did. <br/><br/> Clarice's eyes held the hunger of salivation to open the door, her gaze never moved from it. Even as Kyan gave her the okay to move, she was there crossing the room in a steady pace not wanting to catch a weapon to her back with the incorrect assumption she planned to escape. The closer they got towards the door it sparked alive. As the message found itself etched into it, the scent of burnt oakwood swirling in the small swirls of smoke. A gentle groan slipped past her lips as she stared at the words. “A Riddle to solve? Was blood not enough?” Her heated gaze turned towards Kyan for a moment. “No I didn’t see this coming but there is also much not known about this Library. As it's ever shifting. It may have many riddles, or puzzles, or other things to keep itself protected and the knowledge it holds.”<br/><br/> Yet her mind played the words over in her head as she stared at the door with the shinged words in front of her. She felt her memory digging up the answer, A slow smile crept across her lips as the word left her lips it tasted victorious. “Time.'' Once it was spoken there was a sizzle that ran down the middle of the doorway, as the doors opened themselves slowly, there was a small puff of dust that came from the doorway followed with the smell of time. Confirming that no one had been there in a boundless amount of time. The next path was laid out in front of them with the opened doorway. A staircase that seemed to spiral upwards. “Now the question is how many more tests do we have to get through to get to the library?” it was a rhetorical question, after all neither of them had answers.<br/><br/> Not wishing to test the Fae Kings patience as he stuck her as someone with very little, she took the step into the doorway to where the staircase was. She reached a hand out slowly, testing for magical barriers. When she was sure there was nothing in their way at the current location she took the first few steps of the stairs, before settling into a steady pace upwards. She didn’t bother asking if Kyan was going to follow. She understood her role in all of this. He would follow behind letting her take the brunt of any damage that might take place. <br/><br/> Even though the staircase started out dark the further she climbed the brighter it seemed to become. Till she reached a landing where the next door waited. Scanning her eyes over the door there was once again no handle. Moving closer towards the door, instead of fire spelling out the <a href="https://media.tumblr.com/646380baaec6304138752356b392dca9/tumblr_inline_mowf52Pv8t1qz4rgp.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://media.tumblr.com/646380baaec6304138752356b392dca9/tumblr_inline_mowf52Pv8t1qz4rgp.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right"/></a>riddle this time, vines moved and bloomed into the next riddle. “I inhabit every person, plant, and beast. The loss of me is a tragedy. The wealthy would pay any price for more of me. Yet kings treat me as cheap and expendable. What am I?” As her mind wandered for the answer she found herself glancing over towards Kyan as the words left her mouth.<br/><br/> “What does a king treat as cheap and expendable?” She let her gaze flutter over towards Kyan trying to fight a smirk that played on her lips since the question seemed to involve a royal answer.</div>
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w/ clarice de…tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-08-25:5164310:Comment:1038402023-08-25T00:40:20.937ZKyan Raventhorn - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/KyanRaventhorn
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<div style="font-family: times; font-size: 12px; color: #fff; letter-spacing: 4px;">• They had given enough. •</div>
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<div style="background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); width: 620px; height: auto; overflow: hidden;"><div style="width: 600px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; line-height: 1.5; overflow: auto; font-family: times; font-size: 16px; color: #fff; text-align: justify;">The king watched every single movement his little captor took. Even when he requested that the other elemental masters begin using their abilities to feed the spell, Kyan did not let his gaze wander elsewhere. There was no chance that he would give should this all be for some other nefarious plot against him and his kingdom as much as he wanted to believe the woman before him was truly on the same path of vengeance as he. As protector of his people, he could never let his guard down when there was so much to be lost. They had given enough.<br/> <br/>
The drawn blood whorls along the tree made his chest tighten slightly. A sliver of worry began to tickle at the back of his mind, but the Mapleshade seemed to accept the magic that was stirring in the space. A magic that Kyan had not felt before. He'd been around for centuries and the power of the fae, granted by Gaia, was the very blood that ran through him, but mixed with the spellwork from Clarice had changed the way it slid across his warming skin. The air in the room seemed to be charged in a manner that was foreign yet curiously rousing. <br/>
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A door of light began to shift in the bark. Unlike the pathways that led to the other dormant fae kingdoms which had darkened since the fall of their kind at the hands of humans, this pathway went from the Mapleshade to a singular wooden door with intricate golden flourish markings and what looked like no knob or pull to be let in. Another mystery for certain. His eyes widened slightly from it all as she breathed her confirmation of their success. There seemed to be a hint of uncertainty in her words as if they might not have succeeded. "So we did."<br/>
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"My king." Gwainar's deep voice seemed to rumble through him. A warning in his tone with just those two words. He knew his trusted centaur well enough to know the weight he was conveying behind the simple caution. <br/>
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Kyan didn't take his eyes away from the door. "Stay," was all he replied. Not as some command as if Gwainar were a trained beast or a pet, but more that his general needed to trust him in his decision to follow through this. Kyan couldn't stop now. If he did and sent Clarice to her death, he would always wonder if he could've done something more to protect his people or possibly stop Prospero from some unseen attack that had yet to come as the years passed since his last failed attempt which had cost the lives of far too many of his kin. Even better, Kyan would certainly like to find the sorcerer and rip his throat out. If this hidden place of knowledge was the key to that, so be it, dangers or not.<br/>
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His gaze lifted to meet the centaur's onyx eyes. "Guard the door. Send more sentries to the borders. Without my presence here, we are vulnerable to attack should Prospero know I am removed from the kingdom." A hesitant pause, by the general bowed his head shortly and turned to give the orders. Kyan angled to Clarice, a playful smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. His head inclined forward towards the gateway slightly in invitation. "After you." <br/>
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Stepping through, the air instantly felt different here. This new small and dim chamber was like a void and disconnected from any structure as a room would normally be. An unassuming dagger also lay on the floor as if in offering. "More blood to give, I'm guessing." Kyan glanced back once to see the council members staring through to them with gaping expressions before turning back to the task. A step closer and a message began to slowly sizzle across the wood of the door as if burning into its frame, light bursting behind every letter that appeared. <br/>
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The fae king began to read as the message flowed over the entrance. "Never ahead, ever behind. I fly without wings and marvel the mind. I can be known with plot and measure. This gift I give, a misused treasure. Nigh unstoppable, yet easy to waste. Mortality is the cruelest taste." Kyan clucked his tongue as an irritated wave rippled through him. Even closer within the space now, he could still discern there was no way through the door by any normal means. It seemed what the obvious next step was. "A riddle to solve to find your precious books, little raven. Did you see this coming?" His eyes narrowed to the mystic beside him then. He was never one for these sort of games, but of course, Kyan was never known for his patience. </div>
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She knew being clear with her instructions with him would lead him to allow the others to follow. Yet she felt a sense of adventure and answers to come to a head in her skin. Every sense of hers buzzing even more so now with the ominous dream that she had. It felt like she was at the apex of a fate changing moment. Savior was a term she never expected anyone to call her less yet the king of the thistlemoon. Even if he meant it as an insult she found a small quirk of a smile touching the edges of her lips. Trying yet not to let him see it.<br/><br/> Yet his words were true even though a hopeless dreamer knew this, it was as if his foretelling was telling a future they yet to know. How she would be the villain in almost everyone’s story, how the mortal realm would make her sick and she would have to isolate herself. This was the moment that was to set her future in motion little did she know. “Your words are true.” she said in a gentle tone as she heard stories herself of such beings of power. “Yet we both know even if it brings hate. Ending him is one of the most important things. Or I would never have risked my own life in the end.” Killing Prospero would not bring utter darkness, it would stop it.<br/><br/> <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcya83aDjx1qa7kauo1_500.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcya83aDjx1qa7kauo1_500.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="300" class="align-left"/></a>As Kyan came close to her once again she took in a breath, he really did have an ethereal beauty about him. That would make anyone fall in love with him, if they stared too long. As he placed the blade making it graze against her skin she felt the shiver that wished to run through her body only cursing her body for doing such things. She didn’t break her gaze from his though. Determined to show she was a strong willed individual. The meaning there, meant so many things, so many ways to take it. “All I can ask for.” Was her reply as she knew he meant every word of it. In whatever way he felt fit in the moment he chose to do so.<br/><br/> Taking the hilt she moved with him slightly behind him as he requested the council give their blood. The back and forth went until eventually the king's word was rule and she was there cutting each of their hands collecting each of their blood into a stone bowl that she had requested. Sending each leader with a bleeding hand off to their directions, North water, East Earth, South Fire, West Air. Then moved with Kyan towards the door. Placing the bowl on the ground she took his hand and cut it knowing it would cut hers open as well. Watching their blood drip into the bowl before she retrieved it once again.<br/><br/> “When I take your hand to start casting I need you to instruct the leaders to start producing their elements. The spell will draw in the elements as part of it.” She dipped her finger in the blood and swirled it around mixing the different blood together before drawing on the trunk of the tree. She drew the symbols and took a step back examining it for a moment before looking back to Kyan she took his wounded hand in her wounded hand and held it. As she started to chant in Latin “Virtute elementorum quatuor, mediocris regis, auguratricis, bibliothecae tempore perdito ianuam aperi. alienationem ad regnum sicut ultra nostrum aspectum aperimus.” the more words she spoke, the more glowing started to come from the tree trunk. As the elders were instructed to cast their element the elements would pull in the air and swirl together in front of the door. <br/><br/> Watching the ball of elemental magic press into the tree turn and there formed a door. A gasp left her, as she felt the smile touch her lips. “We did it.” She didn’t dare take a step towards the door though, fearing that the other fae around would stop her. Yet the itch to get inside gnawed at her brain. She needed to see what Prospero was so hell bent on killing a whole Fae species for.</div>
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w/ clarice de…tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-04-24:5164310:Comment:1027942023-04-24T22:07:02.515ZKyan Raventhorn - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/KyanRaventhorn
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<div style="background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); width: 620px; height: auto; overflow: hidden;"><div style="width: 600px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; line-height: 1.5; overflow: auto; font-family: times; font-size: 16px; color: #fff; text-align: justify;">Kyan half expected some resistance from the weary looking mystic who had stumbled into his kingdom, but there was none. Finally. Though he could see it itching on her tongue to protest against Gwainar's encouragement. Perhaps she was learning her place in the world. <em>His</em> world, anyway. The fact that she hadn't shown much gratitude by letting her live after shambling through the wood instead of immediately being shot down by a volley of arrows, burned alive, or both irked him, frankly. However, she was intriguing. Keeping her around seemed quite favorable far beyond their current quest to destroy Prospero in every sense of the meaning.<br/> <br/> A pleased grin crept its way over his lips as Clarice simply went along and so he swept out of the room just as he'd entered. Nearing the base of the tree, Kyan could see the others were beginning to gather. He noted the four council members who were masters of their elements. If it were up to him, the rest of these old fools wouldn't be present for the spell, but he had to prove to them that Clarice would be the tool to help them be rid of their greatest enemy once and for all. He knew they doubted it and him which caused an angry stirring to begin in his stomach. Thankfully, the guard who had been at Clarice's door had presented him with more wine, clearly out of breath from hurrying to fulfill the task he'd been given before. The king took the goblet and nodded his head to dismiss the nearly wheezing fae.<br/> <br/> His eyes cut to the side as the little raven approached, lowering the long gulp he was taking of the drink. Her specific instructions needed to cast the spell did not surprise him. Though, Kyan knew she was right in that having the instruction come from him would likely make the elders easily compliant. "Fine," he simply stated, but could see there was more on her mind that she wished to share. Clarice's voice lowered while she confided in him of this dream that seemed to be rattling her. <br/> <br/> Kyan's lips drew thin at this before he clucked his tongue. "You mean my foretelling was actually correct?" he replied in mocked shock before a slight shaking of his head. He drew the wine to his lips to drink a healthy amount more before continuing. "As I said before <em>savior</em>," he started, revisiting what he'd called her just the night before when he first warned her of her good intentions. "People who want to meddle in trying to make things better, find that it is a fruitless effort and instead become the villain. It is an impossible task. You cannot <em>fix</em> the world<em>.</em> Trust me, as a king, you cannot please everyone with your decisions and I was there when creatures far greater in power than you tried, but instead, scorched the Earth and fell into utter darkness. " <br/> <br/> He thrust the now empty cup to the nearest guard and pulled a shortsword from the fae's sheath that sat on her hip. His brightened blue eyes appreciated the craftsmanship of the metal before looking to Clarice, stepping into her personal space with his face only inches from hers, and the blade precariously near her neck as he brushed her dark hair behind her shoulder. The king remained quiet for a passing moment as his gaze held hers. "Should you start to fall, little raven, I will be sure to pull you back." Kyan assumed she would understand his meaning in regard to her words of worry over this book. He remained holding her eyes then for another brief note so Clarice would understand he completely meant every word. Spinning the blade in his hand, he then offered the hilt for her to take. "Shall we?" A wicked smirk then appeared as he turned his back and stepped away from her to address the council. "Now is the time, but first, I will need a little bit of blood from a few of you..."</div>
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</center> ✧ A Touch of Fae ✧Eventuall…tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-02-25:5164310:Comment:1016842023-02-25T19:19:49.462ZClarice De Biville - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/ClariceDeBiville
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"...Time to s…tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-02-04:5164310:Comment:1014532023-02-04T19:26:42.322ZKyan Raventhorn - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/KyanRaventhorn
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<br/> Kyan's slender, but strong arms slid through the water-like silky fabric of the floor length <a href="https://i.imgur.com/mgZdtBc.png" target="_blank" rel="noopener">robes</a> he wore that slightly brushed along in a trail behind him when he walked. It's deep ocean color brought out the tones of blue in his azure eyes. As was his usual, the king's chest was bare and he wore a matching pair of pants that loosely draped to the ends of his hips, drawing the eyes to the sculpted bone structure there. He was void of any footwear and decided to don a thinly crafted wooden <a href="https://i.etsystatic.com/37314642/r/il/6dfa3e/4416135212/il_794xN.4416135212_p0va.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener">circlet</a> a shade lighter than the color of his dark brown hair with a delicate wrapped vine of small leaves around its shape which came to point at the center of his forehead. <br/> <br/> He was currently walking the halls of the Mapleshade, swirling the morning wine in his goblet. Those he passed stopped and bowed their heads, though he was not so much the type to acknowledge them all on a normal day and today wouldn't be different. Kyan was continuing on his mission to further move along in this plan to bring down his enemy as nothing else mattered more to him. He was not a patient fae and the council wanted results just as much as he, for there was still concern over the use of the mystic who dared to enter their kingdom. <br/> <br/> He nodded to the guards at the door to Clarice's room as indication to open it and so they did without giving notice of their entry. Bringing the cup to his lips, Kyan carelessly drank more of the wine which had his attention then while the two sentries came into the room and parted to each side. Gwainar then followed suit as he had been at Kyan's side throughout the early morning and immediately barged ahead. The centaur roughly grabbed at Clarice's arm and pulled her forward, effortlessly lifting her from the ground momentarily in the motion.<br/> <br/> Still, the king was too focused on his drink. His eyes had closed and a smile spread across his lips while the light buzz swam about his head. There was nothing like fae wine. <font color="#8BB424">"Mmm,"</font> he hummed, gliding his tongue over his lips to savor the last bits of its fading presence before tossing the cup to one of the guards and nodding. <font color="#8BB424">"More."</font><br/> <br/> Turning finally to look at Clarice, he saw the rough nature in which his most trusted guard was handling the mystic and tilted his head with an amused smile. <font color="#8BB424">"That's not necessary, Gwainar. The little raven will behave,"</font> he said in a sweetly dark tone before glancing from the glowering centaur back to Clarice. <font color="#8BB424">"Won't she?"</font> It wasn't a question she was meant to answer. Of course she would. <font color="#8BB424">"The four elder fae you require are prepared to meet soon. The council will also be there to observe, two of which will be part of that four. Time to show them why I didn't have you killed the moment you stepped foot into the wood."</font></div>
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Clarice…tag:timeless.ning.com,2022-12-01:5164310:Comment:1009172022-12-01T20:09:42.934ZClarice De Biville - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/ClariceDeBiville
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Clarice's gaze narrowed upon him as he wagged his finger at her like she was a petulant child, she fought the want to roll her eyes at him as he called her little raven. As he regaled the tales of times before her. She moved to sit upon the arm of the seat that was across from him. “That is because those who wanted things better, they just wanted the world to be better for them, not over all. Human nature is to be selfish.” She commented but she looked over towards the balcony. “Maybe I could become a teacher to other young ones wanting to learn magic, in a world that doesn’t accept our kind it's hard to keep a village thriving.” She said softly as she messed with the fabric on her knee. Jumping at the doors being gust opened by Kyan magic.“Are you trying to get me drunk?”<br/>
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<img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/b2218239110e67da94c718cb0724dcf6/tumblr_inline_nl4niiuETe1rifr4k.gif" class="align-left"/>She licked her lips for a moment looking at him with a raised brow. “I am sure plenty of people call you their enemy instead of savior, no?” she asked as she shifted to her feet when the pair of fae entered with the wine, her feet floated her towards the open balcony she watched for a moment as the Fae community was a buzz with livelihood. “Yet you have created a thriving community for Thistlemoon, sometimes the leader has to be the enemy to sacrifice for those who don’t deserve the pain we have been through.” She knew that her future wasn’t certain because she herself wasn’t even certain of what her actions would lead to. <br/>
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“I will say strangely that it makes sense, that my future doesn’t follow a set path.” She looked to the goblet that she had emptied, her eyes taking in the sky shifting hues as they played out in front of her. She moved with him out onto the Balcony as his silent invitation. She rested one of her hands upon the rail that was made of soft bark. She trailed her thumb over the soft part, surprised by how smooth it felt. <br/>
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“With how long the Library has been locked away from the world, we have no idea what state it is in. It may not even be in a state to lock ourselves away in.” She said softly as her fingers moved along the rail watching the Fae dance without a care in the world. “You are correct. I can't hide away and expect change, but I can use a vile to keep myself safe. I can hide till the strength I was meant to possess fully returns.” She felt his body there on her, holding her to make her look at him. Something about him pressed against her in such a manner stirred up feelings that had been long dormant in her. She was sure that the wine was to blame. “You speak as one who seems to know that life isn’t simple, pain comes with it. Did you do that Kyan? Use your pain to fuel you into the leader you are?” Letting her gaze move along his face and she gave a small smirk. “I don’t plan on letting the bastard win, my plans are just not in stone yet. Not till the unknown aspects are filled in.”<br/>
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Watching his hungry eyes move along her body, it brought the heat along her chest and her cheeks. She hated that he was able to gain a blush from her with just a gaze. She swallowed hard as the words left his mouth and she watched him pull away from her. She moved her fingers to her face to feel the burning that was there. “Good night, Your Majesty.” she managed to get out in the flustered tone. Pulling her face back over to the people dancing down below she slowly started to sway once again. She knew she would ever dance as beautifully as the Fae but she hadn’t had such a time to dance freely like this. To feel safe was uncommon for her, even here she knew she shouldn’t feel safe but she did.<br />
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"Don't let hi…tag:timeless.ning.com,2022-11-25:5164310:Comment:1006202022-11-25T23:59:16.397ZKyan Raventhorn - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/KyanRaventhorn
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A chuckle rumbled from his chest and through his lips as they upturned into a smile. It grew into a full laugh with a hint of darkness to it. Silence fell between them as he stared at her. The king shook his head and lifted the decanter to his mouth again, smirking once he lowered it and swallowed the sweetness. His tongue moved slowly over his lips before his teeth sank into his bottom lip. He tsked at Clarice, raising a single wagging finger to her as if she were a naughty child that needed proper scolding. "Oh, little raven."<br/> <br/> He turned and walked back over to the seat, crossing his ankle to the opposite knee, leaning back nonchalantly. "Perhaps you aren't old enough, but this world went into chaos with thoughts like that." Kyan's memory turned back in time and recalled the harrowing times in which the most powerful of beings were pitted against one another as the earth fell into havoc and her inhabitants suffered from the fallout. "Death and darkness blanketed the lands and it was mayhem when those with power decided they too could make things <em>better.</em>" The last stressed word was like poison on his tongue and he felt the need to finish whatever was left of the drink in his hand. With a wave of his arm, a gust of wind parted the doors to the room and the centaur guard that stood there along with a fae one turned in unison. "Wine. A lot of it." The one with less legs scurried off.<br/> <br/> His gaze then landed back on Clarice, his bright blues moving from the floor to her eyes, wondering what it would cost to see her idea of 'equal' become reality. "Be careful of your ambitions. Your intentions may not be in line with the fates of others and you'll find yourself surrounded by enemies instead, <em>savior</em>." Kyan reached for another grape and bit into, smirking to her just as a pair of fae entered the room to bring him a tray of different wines and spirits in intricately blown glass bottles. Standing, he poured some of the amber colored honey wine for himself and hummed in satisfaction once the smell of it reached his nose. He turned again to face her. "I don't need to see your future to be certain of that."<br/> <br/> The firelights were now beginning to show off. Their twinkling as the sun was setting always at the same time every twilight. The pinks, reds, and oranges of the sun peeked through the branches of the Mapleshade, splashing at every object in the room it could touch and so he walked outside to the large balcony to enjoy it silently inviting her to join him there. He wasn't sure why, but he felt the need to strengthen her resolve. It would do no good to have a partner that wanted to bury away in a library because she was quite simply... scared.<br/> <br/> <a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10892011282?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10892011282?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="225" class="align-left"/></a>"Locking yourself away isn't the answer," he said through the now quiet between them. He watched as the fae below began to dance at the turning of the hour now that the sun would be sleeping while his lover rose in the sky. Their colorful fabrics twirling and twisting about as they moved to the music of a flute and lyre. "You can't hide away and expect to change things at the same time without being where the trouble is. This also means you can't hide behind the fear that someone will hurt you again. Gain your knowledge you seek to find in those books and use it against your enemies. Use your past and pain and will to survive as a tool instead of hinderance. With all you've gone through, hiding just seems like a waste and you should've stayed with Prospero if that is your plan because that's all he wanted to do with you. Hide you from the world." The king was nearly on top of her then, his body brushing with hers once he looked down to hold her gaze with his last words. "Don't let him win even when he's dead."<br/> <br/> He could feel the heat from her body which made his gaze lower to the rest of her form momentarily before locking with her verdant eyes again. Another pleased hum vibrated along his lips as his tongue swiped across his teeth, his mouth upturning into a dubious smile at the less than pure thinking. He brought the wine up for another drink, never dropping his gaze from Clarice. "Good night, little raven." His voice was dark and silky and full of suggestion as he finally pulled away from her and took one of the other newly arriving pitchers on his way out of the room. </div>
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Clarice'…tag:timeless.ning.com,2022-11-23:5164310:Comment:1004762022-11-23T19:15:30.533ZClarice De Biville - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/ClariceDeBiville
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<div style="width: 670px; height: auto; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 5px; float: left;"><div style="width: 650px; padding: 30px; line-height: 21px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; font-size: 15px; font-style: arial; text-align: Left; color: #d4af37;">Clarice's green eyes swirled to the firelights as they made their way into the room that he was allowing her to stay in. She probably should be more thankful that he allowed her to stay in a room. Rather than chaining her in a dungeon somewhere in this beautiful realm. At least she could still feel the moonlight on her skin and breath fresh air. Her hostility came from a place of hurt in her soul, wounds left deep by another. If she looked outside of herself she understood his actions to keep his people safe. She was tied to their biggest threat. Keeping her eyes on the dancing lights as he spoke of what was her best interest it was something they both agreed upon.<br/>
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“Activated by royal blood?” She questioned for a quiet moment, maybe her magic could trick the library side into opening. “Do you believe it is that way for the Library side? Could that door be closed by royal blood?” Not fully understanding what that could mean for the pair. As all of this was a different amount of skill set she was going to have to use. She would never admit it aloud but she had some fear in her that she wouldn’t be able to access the Library. It would end dramatically if she was not able to access the library, this was all she could think to do to undo the horrors of the mad man that once held her captive.<br/>
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Something she didn’t have to be convinced of was that this king would keep his word. That is what she hoped for, she knew that if she didn’t get into the library then she would need her life to be ended so she didn’t end up back in that mad man's grasp. “I believe you.” She said simply with a weak smile. She was so tired of keeping her guard up, All the strength to make sure she didn’t slip for a single moment. She had yet to bask in the fact that she was safe here in the Fae homeworld. “Keep me around beyond our little adventure?” she felt the soft burn to her checks at his words. She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or offended.<br/>
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<img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/73f600185acf5485e1a72742cd021f44/4878a86ed9efbef4-34/s250x250_c1/93a471e0813a81f0de5b8e0f3ea64698d2c6746b.gif" class="align-right"/>“Well I would have to agree maybe a bit of both, after all I knew coming here could end with my head being removed the moment I walked into the barrier, that would be foolish. Yet knowing I had something to over to keep my head is determination on my end.” She gave a chuckle and then let out a long hum. “It has kept me alive since gaining my freedom.” She said in a solace tone as a soft breath left her. “I would agree it has helped me focus as well.”<br/>
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As the goblet was replaced full in her hand she looked to the wine with a soft smile. She raised it to her lips as he tossed back the decanter. Taking a long drink from it allowing the fermented liquid fruit to twist down her throat, soothing her in a way as the tipsiness threatening to take over. “Raven?” she arched her brow at him at the nickname that seemed to come out of his mouth so willingly. “Give all your captives nicknames so you don’t have to remember their real names?” She questioned with a slight chuckle seeing the devious look in his eyes.<br/>
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The soft gasp left her as he took hold of her wrist lifting it, it was such an intimate thing the marks on her wrist. As his thumb brushed over him, and her head swirling from the alcohol combination made the moment less intimidating and more intimate. “I would never willingly betray you without the consequences.” she said softly as he brushed along the mark before letting her hand go. Which she moved to wrap around the goblet once again to keep from trembling. “I may not fight you on keeping me as long as I wouldn’t be caged once proving my trustworthiness.” <br/>
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Clarice was quiet for a moment as he touched her temple, raising the goblet to her lips to finish the contents. “If all goes according to plan and I am able to free myself of Prospero, then I would like to bury myself in learning what is in the Library. Make it my new home.” Setting the newly empted goblet down. She twisted her fingers into the ends of her hair. “A home where no one could find me or hurt me again.” She said quietly. “If I was able to gain such influence, I would like to shape a better world for us all to live equally.” She said softly as his finger drifted lower. “What do you see? Everything is always so mixed for me.”<br />
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"Trust will c…tag:timeless.ning.com,2022-10-03:5164310:Comment:994842022-10-03T17:40:59.552ZKyan Raventhorn - Councilhttp://timeless.ning.com/profile/KyanRaventhorn
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Kyan's attention pulled away from the firelights that danced about without showing their glow. They seemed to be waiting in anticipation for darkness to fall. He did prefer his home at night time. Perhaps that was why he was more drawn to the moon despite the balance he was given by both it and the sun for being king and getting equal power despite. If he were not king, he sometimes wondered what element would be bound to him. However, the thought quickly went away as Clarice mentioned the fae gate, making him turn his head over his shoulder slightly toward her. It did indeed pique his interest very, <em>very</em> much. <br/>
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"I think it would be in your very best interest to help me with the fae gate as well," he began, looking back out over the enormous balcony view while the firelights began to make their way inside the room. "They can only be activated by royal blood of its kingdom's rulers." He suddenly realized he was clenching his jaw to the point of pain thinking of why the gate was dormant in the first place. Perhaps he could solve a few problems at once given Clarice's arrival. She could be very useful after all if this library were to be as important as she deemed it. <br/>
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He could hear her moving along the wood and moss covered flooring below their feet, making him turn around to then. A grin appeared at her mention of keeping her head. "Do your part and you may keep that pretty face. I'm a king of my word. You also seem like someone I should like to keep around beyond our little adventuring. Someone resourceful enough to escape that monster and find their way here is either very foolish or very determined and I think you are the latter. Mmm.. maybe both. Your hate and need for vengeance rolls off of you. We are alike in that way. My mother warns me of it, but I think it helps me stay focused. I think it does the same for you."<br/>
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Moving the decanter over the empty goblet she placed down, he filled it further with wine before handing it to her. He dipped his head back and drank from the decanter himself then as she began to explain what she would need in order to open the library. Skilled fae were easy to find. He could call on the elders for this. He was very intrigued to see how this would all play out. Magic outside of Thistle was not something many fae saw often, especially nothing like what they were planning to do. Though she wasn't the first mystic he encountered in his very extended lifetime, from what he'd seen in the glimpses in her unconscious mind, Clarice could certainly be the most powerful.<br/>
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"Silly raven," he said, licking his lips of the sweet wine and smirking. "Trust will come, of course," he began, tilting his head slightly and gazing down into her eyes as he stepped so near to her that Clarice would be forced to look up to meet his devious look. He slipped his hand softly over her wrist and lifted it, covering the mark Prospero had permanently branded her with with his thumb to only show the one he'd recently given her from their time at the base of the Mapleshade. "I know full and well you won't try to betray me as it would do you no good given the consequences." Kyan brushed over the small marking for a moment before dropping her hand. "Like I said, I should like to keep you around."<br/>
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"One does have to wonder what you plan on doing with this library of yours though. Once we've made it stop moving, locate Prospero, and relieve him of his head, what is it you <em>really</em> plan on doing with the wealth of power this place seemed to provide? I felt it.. seeing it in your head," he touched just above her temple, letting his fingertips fall slightly lower as the vision he saw in his mind came forward again. "What does the world begin to look like from your point of view once you are given such a place of influence?"</div>
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