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tagged by @vacantgodling, thank you! a touch more than nine from the current revisions im doing on A Question of Trust, ft ‘Rizeth Why Are You Already Making Problems For Yourself, You’ve Been Dating Him For Ten Days’

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He could just about make out Ashenivir from here, on the floor amidst a group of laughing, smiling guests, River and Mara to either side of him. His collar glittered in the light of the chandeliers, a sparkling beacon of ownership that now went so much further than the playroom. Everything Rizeth had wanted for so long, sitting right there. Behind his back, his fingers dug into his wrists. Kelran rapped the top of his head with his fan. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Rizeth said, sharpening his glare to ward off another assault. Kelran spun the fan instead, twirling it in somehow accusatory circles. “This is the first relationship you’ve been in for the better part of a century. Your mulish silence and the fact you look as if you might throw up all over my very expensive sandals does not incline me to believe that everything is, in fact, perfectly fine. What have you done?” “Nothing,” Rizeth reiterated, and that was both the truth and the problem.

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i’ve done a bunch of 9/9s lately and i cannot think of anyone i haven’t tagged for it, so if you haven’t done it, consider this an open invitation to share 9 lines with me

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[thespacelizard]

i want you to know that sometimes i play thought games of inserting val into obedience sometimes fjdkasl he would like stillgleam's dungeon... would have to become a good enough dom to be allowed to play there though

asdklasj i am so intensely happy/flattered to have Val paying an OC visit to obedience town

him facing off against Kelran to be allowed to play at the House is super juicy. esp with Kelran being the Polite Faced bitch that he is. but he could def find someone(s) for Val to play with, once he was convinced to let him in

[feeble13]

haunted one

[edraculation]

•w• hiis naamee iis keelraan coorphii hee's 9.5 swEEps oold aand hee haas eeveery proobleem -w-

originally had a mutation but i stole that from him because i want to use that mutation elsewhere, BUT that means the motivations and story i had in mind for him don't make sense anymore so. idk he's troll autistic or something. I'll figure it out

typing quirk doubles vowels excluding y's, sometimes triples for emphasis while using caps (ex #W# FUUUCK YOOOUUU!!!! #W#) and puts little cat guys indicating emotion at the beginning and end of every piece of text (ex //0w0// thaanks... uunleess thaat waas saarcaastiic... '=w=). oh yeah and vowels that were already two in a row just get capitalized like up there in "swEEps"

-single plant parents in your area want to fucking die

-woah oh, livin' on a prayer (20mg of suspicious Troll Adderall and one hour of sleep)

-what's the troll equivalent of reddit. he's on there

-not as stoic as he looks

was originally my trollsona but he's his own guy now (i am not like this please don't think I'm like this). subject to major change. look at him

‼️ im gonna resprite his ugly ass don't worryyy ‼️

[eleanorblythe]

WIP Wednesday- Wicked Game - Emmrich and Emlygil (Rook) - Chapter 26

Here is a (longer than usual) taster for my upcoming chapter of Wicked Game.

As usual with my writing it started off fun and then got really real and sad!

This chapter will be more plot heavy and pulling from game events, but I’m sure I can sneak some smut in there somewhere!

For now have some Emlygil and Garen content.

Kinda of NSFW warning?? - discussions around sex and pregnancy.

Enjoy!

You can read Wicked Game on Ao3 - here

“Yes. I came to the same conclusion.” She said sadly. “Difficult choices will need to be made if this battle is won.”

“What to do with your consort?” Garen asked.

“Don’t call him that, he has a name.”

“Emmrich.” He corrected.

“But yes, he is one of them. I do not wish to speak of such dark and brooding things now. We must focus on the task ahead.”

“Of course.” Garen conceded. They walked in step in comfortable silence enjoying the scenery before the silence was broken by a very uncomfortable question. “Is Emmrich working to provide you with an heir?”

“What?!”

“I know you disapprove of him being called a consort, but the fact of the matter is, he is your consort in every sense other than title - is he performing his duty to provide an heir?” He asked it so clinically, like he was not asking his surrogate daughter if her new boyfriend was fucking her enough to get her pregnant.

“Have you taken complete leave of your senses?” She whispered harshly, despite the fact they were alone.

“Unfortunately, Emlygil, as Queen, this is not something we can ignore. Is a human of his age even capable of…producing heirs?”

Any other time she might have laughed, but she was far too shocked and mortified to do anything other than splutter undignified and indignantly.

“I am sorry if I offended you, but we must consider this. With his advanced age and the…life bond between the two of you, this is not something that can be put off for long.”

“Garen! This is completely-! What you are asking-! I cannot believe-“

“I know that conception between humans and elves is uncommon and can be difficult, I am sure I can consult a physician from the High Tower and he may be able to provide tinctures or advice on methods or positions or-“

“Commander, that is enough!” Emlygil exploded in shrill shock and panic. “How can you speak of such things?!”

“I apologise, Emlygil. Believe me, no one is more uncomfortable than I,”

“Then why ask these awful questions?”

Garen cleared his throat and took her hands, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles reassuringly.

“I have every hope that once this war is done you will rule for many wonderful years and enjoy the fruits of all you have accomplished. But the kingdom must endure, and with its endurance comes an heir. A child - your child - to continue your bountiful legacy.”

She knew logically he was right. Emotionally she was disturbed, shocked…and sad.

“Emmrich and I…we have not…”

“Without wishing to disturb your sensibilities again, but it most often takes more than one try. When Kelran and Nerilana were attempting to produce you, it took them several months-“

“It’s not that!” She tried to cut him off politely but it still came across as clipped and shrill. “We have not…at all.”

“He will not touch you?” He asked, face suddenly angry and confused.

“No, that is not the issue! It’s me. I cannot- There is something, that keeps me from- I don’t believe it’s the act itself that frightens me…”

She had reflected on this fear and this barrier for some time now. It was clear that he loved her and she loved him. They had explored other matters of sex and relationships extensively in their time together. But anytime Emmrich murmured the question so sweetly in her ear on a number of occasions she had always frozen and become withdrawn. It was not his fault. He had never done anything to make her uncomfortable and had been far more accommodating and patient than she had ever expected any man to be. She had struggled to see why she could not lie with the man she loved.

And that was precisely the problem.

She loved him.

She loved him.

She loved him with an intensity she had never experienced - about anything.

She loved every fibre of him. Every grey strand, every age spot, every rib she could see through his chest.

She loved him in a manner so all-consuming that she felt a physical ache, a hole in her chest, a loss of breath, when he was not by her side that went beyond the parameters of their soul-bond.

She loved him.

She had never expected to love anyone.

She had always expected sex to be a perfunctory affair with the sole purpose to produce children in order to continue the family name and legacy and secure lineage.

But sex was so much more than that.

And it terrified her.

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bringing her back/keeping her around is a STELLAR choice. it's so easy with romance-based things to get so caught up in the main couple, but having an outsider around for their perspective (and to yell at them, whether it's for Rizeth-related YOU'RE A DUMBASS reasons or Octavius and Milo-related WHAT are you two DOING reasons) gives so much depth to a story, I feel

(which is part of why I have Kelran. to look into camera and be like 'these two are are so fucking stupid jesus christ')

snippet!

Totally gen snippet today - this is how I want to open the second arc of gay BDSM crime story, and I'm thinking it's gonna be the only time I actually break Octavius/Milo POV. And I think it's going to slap!

There is a marked difference, to Meg, between crazy and insane.  It’s her own personal taxonomy, not anything formal she’s learned from the flock of psychiatrists she’s met during the thrilling roller coaster ride of having schizophrenia since puberty. Most people use those words interchangeably, but to Meg, they denote two very different states of being. Crazy is seeing and hearing things that aren’t there. Electric eels sliding in and out of thin air, signaling danger. Doors opening in front of her eyes and pulling her down filthy, compressed crawl spaces that won’t let her breathe until reaches the other end. That kinda shit. Insane is everything crazy entails plus believing it’s real. The sheer, undeniable truthiness of your hallucinations permeating your bones. Does that make sense? Here’s a concrete example she’d give anything not to have at the ready: Crazy is looking at looking at someone you love and seeing them as a skin sack housing a malevolent imposter; insane is deciding to do something about it. So, yeah, Meg is still crazy, and that's fine. She sees the same fucking bullshit she always has. But thanks to Milo, the moments where she’s insane are few and far between.

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📝 all posts from WIP: gay crime bdsm story

[kryptsune]

Souly Damned Saturday

🌼Good morning everyone! Today is the start of the first Souly Damned Saturdays! In essence Saturdays will be dedicated to my original IP, Souly Damned. It will be a day where I post information about the world, its character, and much more! The askbox is open all day today for SD content but if you have questions after today feel free to send them in! I am so excited to start this off because as much as I love fan work my real dream is to have my own original content. So let’s get started! This beautiful chibi of Val was done by @little-noko​ 💙

What is Souly Damned?

Souly Damned is my original IP and is generally the over arching name for the world in which I have created. If you enjoy my UT AU world building content then you will enjoy this. The Souly Damned world centers around the supernatural and the realms that lie within. While most stories and worlds focus on the heroes and angelic beings that have a call of righteousness, Souly Damned focuses instead on those of the Fallen. 

The main focus is the Princes of Hell and their relationships to one another, how Hell is run, as well as the trials and tribulations of dealing with a sense of duality. Most media tend to paint the Seven Deadly Sins as simple background characters or “big bads” but my boys are the main focus. Of course there are other stories within the SD universe but we will get to that a little later. 

Who are the characters? 

There are quite a few including side characters but there are 12 Princes in total with 2 half brothers. The universe is run by what we consider to be the 3 fates, past, present, and future. These beings maintain a balance in the world however despite their Celestial lineage their dynamics shift dramatically. The three consider themselves brothers yet they have no physical blood relation they were just the first three beings in existence. In order there is: 

Darrius - the fate of the past Sidriel - the fate of the present Kalthiel - the fate of the future

In this world the words used to describe beings are not accurate. As an example mortals would call Sidriel an angel but that is not the true term. They are referred to as Celestials. The same is said between demons and Infernals. Darrius has 12 sons each representing the 7 virtues but things begin to go wrong when Darrius tries to intervene more and more with mortal life. As he does the mortals begin to praise him and worship him and that adulation begins to corrupt him. 

Believing himself to be a god he tries to take control over both the mortal realm as well as their Celestial one. A war begins with some of his more loyal sons at his side. The war causes two events to take place. The first is that Darrius and his sons are stricken from their Celestial status and tossed down to the mortal Realm where they are forced to confront their now corrupted forms. Some of them try to fight what is happening to them but most begin to break quickly or even embrace their punishment. This is when the 12 Princes are born as they rule the mortal realms, dividing them into 7 separate and distinct kingdoms. The second event is the closing of the once open Celestial Realm where Sidriel becomes ruler. 

Are some of your AU boys in this? 

 To be perfectly frank, yes but not in their AU form. In essence they are characters that have nothing to do with UT that were created for UT AU projects. I love them dearly and I see no need to part from their designs or their personalities just because I have them in “other content”. So yes you may see some names or designs that will cross over but these are all my personal designs. 

So skeletons?

Yes, but only those of corrupted Celestial blood have this appearance. I always cannoned that these powerful Fallens would have characteristics of humanity but also be stripped of it. What better way to do that than make them skeletal in appearance? Despite my UT roots this is a decision I made long before it existed so I am not going to change it. There are plenty of other skeletal characters out there. 

Who are the boys? 

That is a lot to unpack so I will start easy and just post their names and their associated sin. Keep in mind that because of their power their real names have significance. It is why they have alias names that they go by. So you will see 2 names for each. The first is their Alias and how I tend to refer to them and the second is their true name. Some of the boys don’t even use an alias because the human who even dared speak it would suffer severe consequences. Not all of them are amenable to being summoned. This is also in order of age. 

Nasaros --> Ruler of the Infernal Realm (he embodies all of the sins) Costello/ Saketh --> Prince of Lust Carthus / Darkinol --> Prince of Pride Sanneth / Kelran --> Prince of Envy Beast; Cuban; Valentine/ Valruth --> Prince of Lust Dusk / Dantillion --> Prince of Pride The Boss; Luciano / Sokan --> Prince of Wrath  Grimm; Rus / Cerberus --> Prince of Greed  Gin / Dozzenath --> Prince of Sloth Crimson / Arnaun --> Prince of Greed Arzin / Zorrol --> Prince of Wrath Ouro/ Ouroboros --> Prince of Gluttony Noir and Blanc --> The rulers of limbo (half brothers)

-------------------------- Ok I know this is not a whole bunch but trust me I have so much to share for this info. I really need questions so that I can tailor what info to release so if you want to know more please send an ask my way! Comments work as well! This is literally not even scratching the surface. Hope you all join me in my excitement for this content! 

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tagged be @writingamongther0ses, thank you! another bit from A Question of Trust today - my revision plan is going well so far, i’m actually excited about this book again, yay!

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Kelran’s eyes flicked to Ashenivir, who remembered to drop his gaze respectfully—though not before noting the smug curve of the sun-elf’s painted lips. “Your favourite miscreants are holding court by the punch table,” Kelran said. “Master Velkon’yss, might I suggest you send him to inform them he still lives?” As hints went, it was far from subtle. Ashenivir swallowed a huff as Rizeth unclipped his leash. “Enjoy yourself, Ra’soltha,” he said. “Is that an order, Master?” The corner of Rizeth’s mouth twitched. “Yes.” “Then I shall obey. Good evening, Lord Stillgleam.”

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Chapter Thirteen

In which Kelran calls Rizeth out, and Ashenivir's past makes a painful appearance.

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Ashenivir slowly turned a page, the words doing little more than occupy his eyes. He’d come to the Font not to study, but to think. Much like the Arcanum library, the quiet ambience served to calm his racing mind—and lately it had done nothing but race. He’d replayed the conversation with Lord Stillgleam over and over since High Coin, and kept coming back to one singular point.

Did you know, in all that time, he’s never once brought anyone in a collar with him?

It had to mean something. Or did it? Maybe Rizeth hadn’t liked collars before, or hadn’t found an enchantment he enjoyed until now. Maybe Kelran was lying, toying with him in retaliation for his taking so much of Rizeth’s time and attention. Maybe, despite their history, he didn’t know Rizeth as well as he thought he did.

Ashenivir tangled his fingers in his collar. Rizeth hadn’t pressed him for details on what he and Kelran had talked about, for which he was greatly relieved. He didn’t want to lie, and though he wanted to ask—desperately—what it all meant, he wasn’t certain he wanted an answer. Because Rizeth had apparently told Kelran his collar was a toy, and something about that made him hesitate.

It was a toy. A toy he never took off, not for anything, and when he got back to Mythen Thaelas, was he going to keep wearing it? Even after he was done with Rizeth? His fingers tightened, the links pressing painfully into his joints. The thought of taking it off turned his stomach inside out.

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Chapter 12

In which Ashenivir and Rizeth attend a party

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Carriages of every shape and size lined the street outside Stillgleam Villa, disgorging from their plush interiors what seemed like half the nobility of Waterdeep. The endless stream of guests flowed through the entry hall, where an equally endless rotation of servants collected cloaks beneath the twinkling lights of glittering chandeliers.

“Welcome, welcome, Lord Stillgleam bids you all welcome!” A proud-voiced butler reigned over the near-chaos, an unflappable smile fixed firmly in place above his stiff white collar. “Upstairs to the ballroom, or if it please you to smoke, through this way to the parlour!”

Ashenivir stayed close to Rizeth as they ascended the stairs. Everything dripped in golden opulence, including the guests. He’d thought himself fine enough before they’d left, but now he felt underdressed; there was nothing on display among the other attendees that couldn’t have cost a small fortune. Keszriin’s gifted moonstones in his ears and the simple gold thread in his half-braid seemed petty in comparison.

Rizeth, though…Rizeth looked as though he belonged here. His dark shirt and long-tailed waistcoat with their subtle gold embroidery weren’t overly elaborate, but the cut of everything spoke of expense and good taste. Not to mention the fact that they displayed his shoulders and back to a frankly obscene advantage—Ashenivir had been suppressing the urge to provoke him all evening. He wanted to hold all that narrow-framed muscle to him, pressed up against a wall, a leg between his thighs, lips on his neck—

He almost walked into the back he was fantasising about. Rizeth shot him a look that said he knew exactly what he’d been thinking, and Ashenivir discovered a sudden pressing need to carefully examine his boots.

The door to the ballroom had become something of a blockade, the tide of High Coin celebrants held back by a woman in a golden gown with a lengthy scroll. She announced each arrival as they entered in a clear, crystalline voice, though the music and chatter in the ballroom was such a wall of sound, Ashenivir doubted anyone could hear her. The two couples in front of them stepped through arm in arm, and suddenly the half-foot gap between him and Rizeth felt cavernous.

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Chapter Nine

In which Ashenivir finally learns what a playroom is, and the pining continues to escalate in a frankly ridiculous fashion.

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Winter had Waterdeep well in its grasp, and today, as most days, snow blanketed the city in white that had remained pristine for all of five minutes before the bustling citizens churned it to grey. Ashenivir was by now thoroughly sick of tramping through slush and ice, harried by freezing cold that found its way beneath even the most securely wrapped cloak. Snow had long since lost its appeal.

Inside, however, he could pretend to enjoy it as much as he had the first night it fell. He turned another page, the rasp of paper one among many in the quiet hall of the Font of Knowledge. Knowing that beyond the great doors lay a grey and miserable evening made his cloak warmer, his chair more comfortable; and that, he felt, was the real magic of the surface oddity known as weather.

His gaze drifted about the library, the dozens of figures hunched over reading desks between the towering shelves, absorbed in their work. What did the shrine look like in the snow? Neverwinter Wood would be appalling to live in but a marvel to see—the shrine here wouldn’t have so many trees for snow to catch on, but maybe…

Ashenivir shook the thought sharply from his mind. He wasn’t going to visit it, so it didn’t matter what it looked like. He forced his attention back to his notes, pressing harder than he needed to as he scrawled another line. Ink spread in a dark blotch, and he cursed under his breath, motioning a prestidigitation before it could ruin all his work.

“A challenging topic, I take it?”

The cantrip fell off his fingers. Snow dusted Rizeth’s shoulders, the tip of his nose and the points of his ears flushed from the cold. All the unpleasantness of winter was worth it to see him like that.

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🍓 rizeth!!

hi cole!!

ahh trying to think of things that aren't now spoilers for things in the current fic asdjakl

so, it took Rizeth a while to come to comfortable terms with his desires. in part because a dominant male was not something he was ever encouraged to be, and in part because being one felt like he was fulfilling all the awful stereotypes and preconceptions about drow that a lot of people had.

so he spent a long time getting what he wanted in bits and pieces and then feeling horribly guilty about it, because he very much wanted to not be like a lot of the women he grew up around, and sexually dominating people felt, to him, like that was what he was doing.

(in part because the kind of consort he was in Menzo, he didn't exactly live a life free of sexual trauma)

but to his credit, he did the work and is now very comfortable with what he wants, and refuses to be shamed for it. not that he's going to go around telling everyone about it, or that he's not going to worry about consequences (because those apply to Ashenivir), but his internal self is very settled about it

Send me 🍓 & an OC for OC facts!

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an incomplete list of things you can look forward to in A Question of Trust:

the boys ~arguing~ ✨✨

Ashenivir being a nerd about kink

a whole new reason for you all to yell ‘FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WILL YOU TALK TO HIM’ at Rizeth

Power Word: Pleasure

Kelran’s Exasperated Sass

Rizeth’s emotional issues

Rizeth’s ex-girlfriend

a variety of dates, including beach-flavoured and fairground-flavoured

drunk!Rizeth

also: drunk!sex

a single oblique, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it reference to Jarlaxle’s Waterdeep Vacation

Ashenivir being a huge brat. No, bigger than that. Bigger.

the emotional significance of Holding Hands in Public

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tagged by @writingrosesonneptune, thank you! here’s a little more from revision work on A Question of Trust

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Mara managed to get through the under-arm pass without incident, and bounced delightedly when Ashenivir told her so. “River did you see that! I’m going to get so good at this!” “Don’t you already know how to dance? You and Verin cause fourteen-noble pile-ups every time Kelran throws a party.” “That’s different,” Mara sniffed, fluffing her hair. “Eilistray…Eilistra…Elly…Shrine dancing isn’t the same as courtly dancing. It’s improvised. There are loads of different moves and then you just put them together how you feel when you dance—it’s so romantic.” She sighed. “And Xalin was so good at it.” “Given the size of the lovebites on her neck the other morning, I’m surprised she had time to show you much dancing at all,” Ashenivir said. Xalin had stuttered and blushed at his teasing, which he didn’t feel bad about at all, given how much he’d taken about Rizeth. Mara only grinned. “She’s good at lots of things, as it turns out.”

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Chapter Eighteen

In which there is an ending.

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Emmyr didn’t have a shop as such. They worked instead out of the back room of the narrow, four-storey town house they shared with the rest of clan Lightfist, squeezed between two shorter residences at the north edge of the Trades Ward. Said clan was a loose collection of dwarves and halflings, all of whom frequented Kelran’s House—many having done so for nearly as long as Rizeth—and most of which plied a similar trade to Emmyr. Three of the clan, shirtless for the heat, were presently sprawled on the floor of the living area adjoining Emmyr’s workshop, engaged in a lively debate about the various merits of wyvern leather. Rizeth tuned them out.

“Alys sent her deepest apologies along with it,” Emmyr said, handing him the bit gag. “Shouldn’t be any problems with this one, not with one of my boys helping out.”

Rizeth cast two divinations this time, examining every last thread of magic set into the bar. He could find nothing wrong, but then he’d found nothing wrong the first time and look how that had turned out. Still, one did not look a gift gag in the mouth.

“She’ll get there,” Emmyr said quietly. “Give her time. She’s got big shoes to fill.”

Rizeth dropped the gag into his bag of holding. “You may send her my thanks.”

“Will do. Need anything else whilst you’re here? A leash and a paddle do not a full collection make.”

It was tempting. But he didn’t need a new collar, or new manacles, and Emmyr’s other main trade was in floggers, which Rizeth was not inclined to touch. The half-finished cat-o’-nine-tails on the workbench was a thing of beauty to be certain, but too many priestesses had wielded weapons too similar for it to appear anything other than an instrument of real torture to him.

“Another time,” he said. Emmyr shrugged.

“You know where I am.”

The sun was almost intolerably bright as it neared its zenith. Rizeth kept to the shade where he could on his way to the market; fruit, he wanted to get—strawberries were in season now, and he wanted Ashenivir to try them—and they were almost out of the ginger tea Ashenivir liked; and they needed eggs, and bread, and soap, and Goddess, he missed this already. Tomorrow was Midsummer. Almost a year gone from Mythen Thaelas, and that meant it was time to stop pretending and start making arrangements to go home.

He didn’t bother to haggle for the tea. Home didn’t make him think of Mythen Thaelas any longer. Home was the apartment, with his abandoned notes and Ashenivir’s mess of books. Home was a leash in the entryway and manacles on the bedframe, his cufflinks and Ashenivir’s hair ties on the nightstand; it was tangled sheets and sunlight glinting on the links of a collar, the mark beneath his hand and Ashenivir on his knees with hungry eyes and an eager smile.

Mythen Thaelas without him would never be home at all.

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Chapter Sixteen

In which there is a moonlit solstice dance

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Ms Thorne shook her head with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, Verin left about an hour ago.”

“It’s alright.” Ashenivir turned the bracelet over in his hands, rubbing his thumb over the V shaped charm. He’d woken up with it on his wrist without the slightest recollection of how it had ended up there. “I only wanted to return this.”

“I believe Miss Shemov is still here. She may know which way he was headed.”

“She’ll at least be around when he gets back,” Ashenivir said. “May I go in?”

“Of course. You might try the back porch; guests often take lunch there.”

Ashenivir thanked her and went through into the ballroom. Gods, he’d slept half the day away and his head still felt near to exploding—even the soft tap of his heels on the marble floor was too loud, and the wretchedly bright sunlight through the tall windows made his eye-sockets ache. He couldn’t find Mara on the porch, but one of the servants said she’d gone upstairs, which either meant she was in one of the guest rooms, or she’d be tied up—probably literally—in a playroom for the next few hours.

He paused at the foot of the staircase. The lower floor was one thing, but the playrooms without Rizeth? He had permission to be here—had asked, even hungover as he was, when he’d realised he had Verin’s bracelet, and Rizeth had told him again he didn’t need to.

He wasn’t going to stop asking.

“So, are you going to tell him?”

Ashenivir looked up. Lord Stillgleam stood at the top of the stairs, leaning on the banister.

“Tell who what? Verin already left—you don’t know where he went, do you? Or where Mara is?”

“No manners today, I see.” Kelran flashed a smile and beckoned him up. Ashenivir hesitated. No Rizeth, no Mara, no servants; just the House and Lord Stillgleam, who’d had an uncommon interest in him from the day they’d met. “Come on up, little lost apprentice. We have a few things to talk about.”

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