tenth rune :: frost

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[Those patronizing Caritas this evening might find an elf sitting moodily at the bar, self-medicating with tumbler after tumbler of booze--largely scotch and rum. He's thinking about the course of his existence as it's so far gone in this place. The kiss with Vereesa. Her marriage proposal. The weird hair-petting thing with Alleria. And, of course, the kiss with Liadrin. All instances of contact that were directly influenced--forced--by the castle's whim. His already agitated expression darkens as he thinks over these events, and he grumbles, unaware of his open journal.]

Light damn this wretched place.

[A moment later, he realizes that the thing is open and speaks more directly into it.]

Some time ago, I was given a pupil to instruct. It seems that the boy in question was sent home. Thus, if any of you would like weapons training and are in need of a teacher, let me know. I have expertise in the majority of melee weapons, particularly the broadsword. My name is Koltira Deathweaver, for your reference.

[ooc: feel free to prod sir lineface X) ]

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[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[SLAMS FIST ON THE TABLE.] I'm saying that I can't believe you rationally believed that anyone would be best served by your course of action. You are truly a ridiculous woman sometimes, Liadrin!

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

[She laughs in response to his anger, setting her chin back on his shoulder once he's finished.]

I had no idea before that day that it meant so much to you. I know of a few here who would be glad of my end, and many more who would be unaffected by it.

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

None would be glad of your end save that traitor prince, and I don't think I need to tell you how much his opinion is worth. [he scowls down at her resting against him, though he doesn't move to shrug her off.]

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

What is it that you want, Koltira? [Her eyes slide up to meet his, remaining right where she is because it makes her feel content to be so close. Perhaps because the magic he shares almost feels binding in a way, and perhaps even more so because she cares and worries for him, and feels that her touch is all that keeps him calm these days.

Well...calm-er-.]

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

For you to bloody well take care of yourself!

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

I am now, am I not? I have conceded and given in to your wishes. I have taken magic that I previously swore I would never draw from again, and I have placed my faith in you, that you will ensure I do not lose myself to it.

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[well, yes, all of that is true. He seems to settle a bit, and mutters.] I don't know why you have your chin there; you're going to catch cold.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

I will not and you know it, Koltira. We are linked now, in a way, and if I choose to lean on you I will lean on you.

nice icon

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

We've only just now formed a link, eh?

You know it!

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

You know what I mean, Koltira. We have always been...close, after all.

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[he rests his open palm on top of her hair, very lightly.] You did your best to avoid closeness, as I recall.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

I did not-- It was not meant like that-- you cannot-- [Her ears pin back in agitation, flushing slightly.]

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[he gently tweaks her ear.] There; now you're warmed up.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

Do not patronize me. [She looks fussy, her tweaked ear twitching.]

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

I'm just teasing you, Liadrin. You want me to cheer up, and I find it very cheering when you're flustered.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

Can you not be cheered up by my joy...?

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

It's just not as interesting.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

You have not changed at all, Koltira.

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

I have changed in nearly every way. But a few things remain.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

[She peers over at him, thinking for a moment or two before grabbing him and drawing him close into a gentle kiss.]

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[wa-hey. He's so startled that he almost loses his balance on the bar-stool.] --!

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

There.

Feel better?

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

What are you playing at?

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

Proving my point.

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

What point.