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[thalassino]

Characters: Vatheon
Location: That Castle
Time: Evening, on Sunday
Style: Any
Status: OPEN. Threadjack, threadhop, spam away!

[ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen of Vatheon— whatever your newfound stature may be, Prince, Princess, Knight, or Peasant, you will all receive a message on your SFC on the eve of Saturday regardless:

You are cordially invited to the castle for this evening's ball. In addition, you are all welcome to try and solve the riddle if it fancies you. It just may break the curse!

The invitation is unsigned, but its intentions are clear. Maybe you hadn't quite noticed the sizeable castle in the distance of the city that had sprung up, but this message would surely garner your attention toward it now.

Should you arrive at the castle, plenty of attractions await you:

Ballroom ❧ A very large and beautiful ballroom is lighted up, complete with a playing violin orchestra. While the curtains will be drawn during this event, there is a windowed view and exit on one side of the ballroom that leads to:

Smee's Rose Garden ❧ A broad and colorful spanse of a garden, complete with many paths and turns. Plenty of roses are arranged in great arches, which provide perfect little places should you need some privacy with your sweetheart. Anyone familiar will even tell you that the garden was purposefully designed for just that sort of thing.

The Riddle ❧ There is an inscription located on a noticeable plaque set in one of the garden's benches. It reads:

Two are necessary to break this curse
Riled up, upset, what kind of love?
Only this kiss will stop it from getting worse.
Look for a winged one is push comes to shove,
Look for a glance slightly dark,
Search for a pair in reluctant love.
One answers a call; that's your mark;
One longs for patria though adverse.

Dining Hall ❧ Connected to the ballroom is an extremely long hall that stretches as far as the eye can see, elegantly arranged as the dining area. Expensive and exquisite cuisine seem to be on the menu— try something new? Chances are you won't be eating from a selection such as this again anytime soon!

Dais ❧ There is a noticeable raised dais that is easily visible via any area within the ballroom. It's locked off from guests, though— what is it for...?

Do enjoy. ]

Comments

[rebull]

[Summoner stays back as Darkleer moves to lay down, and he judges the heights of either of them now. Slowly he pads over, stopping a few feet away with his tail sliding against the ground behind him.]

[Yes, that's exactly what Signless said. That's what's wrong with this.]

Your bow I would curse you know.

[He starts, moving closer again, looking up. Lysunder nears enough to reach up with a paw, just barely able to press it against Darkleer's cheek as he tilts his head up to look at him, ears sunk.]

I would damn you before I knew how you suffered from it, before I felt how you should suffer for it. And you did. You suffered hotblood lifetimes for that arrow, that arrow you probably still hold to such importance now. I doubt when I was younger I could have ever felt this way for you. Perhaps it was my naivety that would stop that... Even if back then I might have atleast allowed myself to feel this for another, be it not you, nor any highblood...

I love you, and that-

[he stops for a moment, those words making his throat tighten and his breath stop.]

-That is why I chose to try and stop our encounters. I already have a passion in my life, something that will take all I have from me. Giving you what pity I have left would be unfair to you, even if I feel seas of that red emotion when you enter my mind...

I pity the man who wishes to live in the dark, I pity the man that can't see the stars above him, who wishes to no longer know the world, and have it no longer know him. Whose bow he both loves and curses far more than any other thing, and who would rather silence rather than the heartbeat of another.

But I can't pity him enough for it to not be a waste on his part. On your part. Do you understand?

[aim_exorable]

I believe I do.

[The pads of that paw are soft against his skin, a contrast to the dull throbbing that is prevalent on his other cheek because of certain... encounters that have left their mark. Closing his eyes, he still keeps on that broken smile.]

[When he first arrived in this place, he never would have expected for this kind of relationship to develop. Back then, he is quite certain he would have wished it to not occur. But it has, and what can they do? Fight it as best they can. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be working.]

[Besides, those words...]

However... Do you wish this to end in fear for the pain it would cause me, or the pain it would cause you?

[Looking into Lysunder's eyes, he sighs.]

I have been matesprit, kismesis, and auspitice to quite a few trolls in my time. I have lost partners both to death, simple disinterest, and, ultimately, my own failures. I know the pain of loss quite well but I do not regret the partners who blessed my life for even a short while. Not only would that be doing them a disservice, but... it is a wretched thing, to be alone.

[Sweeps of tagging along with his lusus into the wilds, away from the city, to just sit still and let himself fade into nothing so he could watch other beasts strife and live and grow used to his presence, staying away from the other bluebloods his age because his reputation as freakishly strong preceded him... Sweeps and sweeps of that, before the Archeradicators took him in, and even then.]

[Alone, with nothing but the world outside the city to comfort him.]

More painful than the scars loss leaves behind, I think.

So while I understand, I think it to be foolish if you are doing it for my benefit. If for yours... Then so be it. [The smile has wavered in strength, but at this, it comes back just a bit stronger.] I would not and doubtfully could not convince you of anything less. You never have taken kindly to my advice, stubborn as you are.

But whether this parting shall be for better or worse... I believe we have an obligation to uphold.

[rebull]

As weird as it is, yes.

[He tries not to think about what else is said, he can't. Summoner's knows better than to allow himself to dwell on those things. And Darkleer mentioning his previous relationships only seems to make him more uncomfortable, like he is even further from the blue blood than ever before. Quite a few? Summoner had yet to have a single one, nothing past those base desires. Maybe a part of him was terrified of something like that, something so permanent, even his war would end one day... And how it would be so much more permanent to him then it would be to Darkleer. The thought of fading into the blue blood's past is something that brings a bad taste to his mouth, and an ache into his chest.]

Down a little more then, in my reach, I can't very well fly up there, can I?

[Said with the smallest of smiles, a paw moving to tug softly on a long of white hair as he looks up, ears slumped forward. Even laying as Darkleer is, Summoner is still tilting his head up to even look at him.]

[aim_exorable]

[Fade? As if his quadrants ever fade from his mind. But then, the only other person in Vatheon who knows just how deeply Darkleer treasures his relations to other people is another young blueblood, another young centaur...]

[Shaking his head, Darkleer leans down obediently, even as he isn't quite sure how this is going to work at all.]

I should hope you have some manner of plan for this.

[rebull]

Nothing romantic, hell, what could I manage with a mouth like this? [A snicker, jerking his head forward and clamping down his fangs with a light snap, just a breath away from Darkleer's nose.]

[A sigh before he moves both his paws up to clench into hair on the either side of the other troll's face and pulls slightly, moving his head forward to place his forehead against Darkleer's, muzzle pointing down, and he just stays there for a moment. He feels the fur on his face bend and smooth while it's pressed to Darkleer's forehead.]

Thank you. [A beat, still with their forehead's touching, still gripping Darkleer's hair tight.]

And I'm sorry.

[And with that he pulls his paws away and reels his head back. Going to ignore how wet his eyes feel as he licks the tip of Darkleer's nose, chuckling and quickly going to press his lips to his before reeling back. Fast, something he can't think about for long.]