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[Secyclion] You're the Dark Side of Paradise

I wanna get into your heart
But every chest needs a key...
...What's right for you is wrong for me
It's not how it's supposed to be
And I can't help feeling this way
Oh, I'm craving, I'm craving...
...I love to hate to hate to love you
You’re the dark side of paradise

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Early Summer, PF XXIV

A little over a cycle they had been on the Red Island of Eunesia, staying in the Traveler's Lodge and indulging in nearby entertainments and impulses: bare-skinned sprawls on sandy beaches; shopping at the open air Agora Kikkimos (and seeing that his lady was properly outfitted to the climates in one of the lovely chitons popular on the island); lounging in the baths; even visiting the local art gallery, Salon Galanos, and catching a performance at the grand amphitheater on the island. A little over a cycle of allowing his Liahal the freedom to indulge in her own depravities, sometimes with him, sometimes alone...depending on his own personal need to refresh his palate with the local taste of the island.

There were many memories on the island, he found. And how not, given how short a time had passed between his departure and his return? It was almost hard to remember that he had come to the island's shores dressed as a woman, passing himself off as Estée in order to gain himself a position with the prestigious Lady Tepenny. An interesting time...back when Estée had been only a figment of his imagination that he wrapped around himself in order to charm and get what he wanted from those who would otherwise deny a male. To think what she had become since then...

He slid a hand over to touch fingers over the bare skin of Liahal's hand, allowing the soft touch of lavender skin to tangle through his senses. Maybe it had been a mistake to come back to this place, where memories of Estée were stronger than most. She was like a moth, beating at the back of his mind, wishing to stretch and break free of its prison. It was only Liahal that kept his mind firmly anchored, shifted Estée away again. Interesting how that worked, how that felt. Strange and something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

They moved over the waters of the water submerged district of Arthro Galanos, their gondolier pushing his pole through the canals towards their destination. They had left their bags at their new hotel for the next couple of darkening: the Galanos Dafni, the place he had most wanted to stay but even he could recognize that stretching the limits of his magic and his coffers wasn't...bright. So it was just the two of them (and the gondolier) on that gondola, dressed suitably for a fancy night out at the large glass theater in the distance. The evening had already settled stars across the dark sky, the moons a soft glow over the salty water.

A pretty evening. A perfect evening?

With Liahal, it could go either direction...depending on so many factors, himself included.

His mouth quirked at the corner as he shifted, his arm around her shoulders, fingers restless at her shoulder. His other hand reached into a pocket of his clothing, sliding out the slim box he'd tucked away there. He held it in front of him, unwinding his arm from about her shoulders so that he could turn a little towards her. "A present for you, lirimaer, that I had hoped to gift to you before we arrived, hm?" He held it out towards her, that little wooden box carved with the mark of the crafter that had made the piece inside.

When, if, she opened it, she'd find inside of it a delicate necklace of white gold with a singular turquoise gemstone dangling from the chain.

Except, when she'd look up from it he was also holding a ring to match between two fingers, a small thing and delicately crafted with the blue stone held up by a curling white gold metal. He rolled it a little between his fingers, carefully, not wanting to drop it of course. "If I asked you to be mine, mela en' coiamin, would you be?"
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A little over a cycle. Had it been that long? It would seem much shorter than that to Liahal, but it was only fair to consider that she had perhaps not allowed herself the time to properly count the days. The Red Island thus far had been a voyage, set sail by her impulses and desires and captained only by her Theodallion. They had spent most their time lounging, shopping, taking in the exotic beaches and tasting all the indulgences Eunesia had to offer. Which was many, of course, but this would not keep the Quel’anthasan from drinking in them all. Her favorite, she found, were their flounces on the beaches. Two bright skinned and bare jewels glittering against such a disappointing sea of brown and tan flesh. The pair caught eyes and second glances surely, if not for their brilliant coloring than for the ease in which they moved. Poise was elegant everywhere, but even moreso appreciated here, on the island.

It was excess, surely. All of it. But Liahal was right at home.

Her thoughts briefly drifted away from her, the Quel’anthasan’s attentions leaving the gondola as Theo’s fingertips grazed over hers, leaving the gondolier as he lazily pushed the pole through water. What was it about this place, that caused the woman to not want to part with the island? The Quel’anthasan rarely spent the time on these types of reflections, but it was the stars in the sky that slowed her down now, the glow of moonslight that soothed her into contemplation. Was it the slow living of the island that was captivating? Perhaps, the ocean of emotion she had to choose from? Eunesia was the hedonist’s dream, and Liahal Kard en i’Elentiri, she was the Queen.

She had been floating, suspended in daydream when Theodallion finally brought her attentions back to the gondola. It was that characteristic quirk of his mouth that pulled her back in, an expression that either told her he was pleased with her, or he was just about to do something very wicked. But his fingers would not settle as his arms wrapped around her shoulders, a sort of restlessness the woman had not witnessed from Theodallion often. His other hand buried itself into his pockets, retrieving a jewelry box. And now it was Liahal’s mouth that quirked upward, accepting the box with a painted expression, a sort of waywardness that seemed at odds with how one should accept a gift.

The box was placed in her lap as she received it, heart fluttering. Had he been paying attention after all, picking up on the offhanded comments as they passed through the gem dealers and silversmiths of the market district? Her intentions had perhaps been more… ill-willed, than she may have alluded to. Liahal was after the game, after all, with the bounty of gems and fine jewelry only a pleasant surprise in comparison to the real prize. Perhaps she should have been more forthright with him, telling him that she had desired the thrill that petty theft and deception brought moreso than the jewelry itself.

Still, her heart fluttered as she grazed a finger over the beveled craftsmans symbol, and her previous theory was wiped clean as he made his intentions known. He had been holding onto this. The box unhinged finally, revealing a delicate necklace in white gold, carrying a single turquoise gemstone from the chain. A most fitting gift, Liahal would think privately, and her hands instinctively lifted to her neck, unclasping the simple silver necklace that sat there. Gale’s necklace.

If the Quel’anthasan had been the philisophical type, perhaps she would have recognized what a momentous shift this small act would mean for her, as she removed the piece of jewelry from her neck. Gale after all, was half-caste. Dirty blooded and foul, as far as her beloved was concerned. But Liahal was not a philosopher, and so she would not see the symbolism as she unfastened Gale’s necklace, green eyes only lifting as she removed the chain from underneath her hair.

He was holding a ring.

And it was Liahal’s fingers who became restless now, trembling as their grip loosened around Gale’s necklace until the pearl pendant and chain dropped to the bottom of the gondola.

Mela en’ coiamin

She had been waiting for the words since the night in the Artedox, but they had never come. She had waited for the feeling too, but that too, had never come. Mela en’ coiamin. They would echo again and again, Liahal’s focus on the ring, it’s blue stone. She wanted to tell him that she was already his. She wanted to tell him many things, but she would swallow her weakness for him instead, her green eyes meeting his amethyst.

”A thousand times Melamin.” Was what she’d say instead, offering her hand to him without hesitation, though her fingers would still shake against her will. Never modest, was Liahal.
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The clatter of metal falling to the bottom of the boat was surprisingly loud in that open, small space. It made the gondolier shift around a little before his eyes skirted away, affording privacy to the two as Theodallion took her warmer fingers into his cold ones and slid the band into place. Was it too small? Too large? Just perfect? He wriggled it a little but let it slide comfortably against the base of her finger before lifting her hand to brush his lips over ring and knuckles. "As I thought, you make the stone shine beautifully. A perfect compliment, one to the other. Not unlike you and I, together."

Giving her hand a light squeeze he then released it so that he might bend and retrieve the necklace from its place at the bottom of the little boat. Handling it with care, untangling the chain where it had twisted in the fall, Theodallion shifted closer to her so that he could loop the necklace about her throat and clasp the chain at the nape of her neck. "When we first met, you bid me to make it worth your while to stay. I promised you an evening someone such as yourself would have no desire to miss." His fingers lingered over the soft pale lavender of her skin, slid down to tangle in a curl of her hair. "Shall I make that promise to you again, melamin? That tonight I will make it an evening you will not forget? Or shall I promise instead that I will make the forthcoming eras of our lives together such that you will have no desire to to be anywhere but by my side?"

He braced the back of her neck with his hand as he moved forward to kiss her, ignoring the fact that their boat bumped the dock alongside of the glass dome that was their destination. The gondolier cleared his throat but his mouth lingered on hers, pressing and wanting. His thumb, too, brushed over the pulse at her jugular, teasing himself with the steady thrum of her heart so close at hand, so tempting, so sweet... "I have a few surprises for you this evening, Liahal. I hope you enjoy them all." His smile was cat-like as he eased back from her but not before he kissed her cheek.

Theodallion rose then, careful not to be too unsteady in the gondola. He ignored the offer of assistance presented by their human gondolier and proffered his own hand, strong and firm, to Liahal to help her up onto the docks. Once she was up alongside of him, he offered her the crook of his arm to escort her into the pretty marble and glass building that was home to the theatrics of the Magician.

His mind was a tangle of thoughts as they were ushered inside, tickets shown and the pair of them led to their seats among the audience. He was remembering their first encounter, back at the slave auction, with the pair of them perched and waiting for the show, sipping on wine and, eventually, on blood. He hadn't been able to restrain himself from the teasing possibility of watching Liahal giddy on his blood, excited and flushed with it, perfectly open to feeling the pressure of his fangs against her throat. It was a tempting now to break open the skin at his lip or his finger, to let her senses sparkle and expand in the face of the strange illusions they were about to see.

That might lead to other temptations, too.

The velvet seats were plush and comfortable. Their seats weren't perfect, more towards the back, and each one around them was filled with a body--mostly human and the smell of them (to Theodallion's thinking) quite notable. He focused on Liahal, on the sparkle of the gem now resting at her throat, at the glitter of white gold that stood out against her pale purple skin. "No wine or drink to be had here, a'maelamin, but should you desire something else to stir your blood as you watch, you need only ask." He leaned in to kiss the curve of her throat, seeming to care very little if others so close around them were attuned to the intimate gesture.
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She only looked into his eyes very briefly, her attentions quickly being displaced on the ring as he took her by the hand. It slid onto her finger easily, as if it were made for her. And only her. It would have pleased her to think Theodallion could be domesticated, but despite how long it had been since that night in the Artedox, some things were not meant to be changed. And Theodallion, he had no Keepers. She would consider this privately, admiring the way the color of the stone matched her vampire’s complexion.

He spoke of them, together. ”The Gods created me just for you melanin.” The word sounded foreign in her mouth, and his lips grazed her knuckles, their coldness sending goosebumps along the length of the arm. It had become a comfort to feel the chill of him against her skin. A comfort she would not tire of soon. ”You are the sun to my starsSEE WHAT I DID THERE.” And what might this mean for Kard en i’Elentiri? They had not been in favor of the sun houses for eras, but perhaps this was the push they needed. The speculation that this pairing might be misconstrued merely for political gain caused her to expression to twist, her lips tightening into a thin line.

He fastened the necklace properly, Liahal responding with a lengthening of her spine. Mrs. Theodallion Kard en i’Triel. It was such a title that deserved a proper posture, lest she dishonor him.

And he was saying all the right things.

If Liahal were made of something softer, she would have been a puddle on the bottom of the gondola by now. Lucky for the both of them, that the Quel’anthasan instead was made of fire. ”Promise me instead that you will always tend to my fire Theo.” Yes, he would make it worth her while. ”A tiger lives for the stalk, hm?” She paused long enough for him to kiss her, Lia leaning into his embrace with a sort of eagerness only a woman in love could.

”Lest she stray.” She delivered the words in jest, just to see how his face might change for her. It was one of her favorite games, playing with him like this. ”You wouldn’t dare cease surprising me, beloved.”

The gondolier retracted his offer at once as Theo moved past him, instead replacing his free hand to the pole and nodding a sheepish farewell. The step off the boat and onto land was an uneventful one (thankfully) and the pair of them set off toward their destination.

Liahal had made no judgement on their seating of course, instead preoccupied of the velvet seats, the business of their people and the aroma of the place. It was not the smell of human that Lia made out, but rather the sweetness of the floral arrangements kept along the walls, of popcorn, and various perfumes that the theater-goers saved only for special occasions. She had to remind herself to lean into the back of her chair, resisting the urge of appearing as an earnest child might.

Her lips parted to voice her desire for liquor but Theo spoke for her, there was no drink. He finished, and her eyes glittered with something that could only be described as want. Addiction. ”If you’re offering a’maelamin, you know I would never refuse.” She leaned into him as he kissed her throat, Lia’s lips finding residence against the lobe of his ear. ”Not when I can always say, yes."
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The Trelorean's fingers toyed with a lock of her hair as she bid him make a new promise. A curious thing, perhaps, for a vampire to make a promise about indulging his favorite blood donor's need to stalk. But that was the fun, wasn't it, with Liahal? Part of it. She was not some sapling that sat by and let him take without a little bit of fight. It grated, sometimes, that she made him work for the privilege. "Tend your fires, a'maelamin?" His mouth curled upward at the corner, a bit more of a smirk than a lover's smile. "An easy thing to promise, melamin. If that's what you desire, then you shall have it."

And yet her next words hit the exact point of their games, their teasing one with the other, that ever required need for each one to keep the other. He knew her predilections, her desires, the things that she craved...just as she, for the most part, knew his. His eyes narrowed as he tipped his fingers under her chin, curled them to grasp her...gently but still claiming her. "The man or woman that takes you, a'maelamin, had best be fast, hm?" He knew she was toying with him...knew it, still responded to it. This was his. He kissed the corner of her lips, then her mouth as he released her chin, brows arching as that smirk of a smile shifted into something...maybe a little softer.

And then they were out of the gondola and taking their new, more lavish seats in the theater. Sitting there, sensing her delight, watching the way she took everything in, she was radiant, everything he had wanted to take for himself since the moment he had first seen her. He had never considered himself the marrying type but the threat of losing the delightful lavender gem to someone else...?

Some things were meant to be claimed and taken.

His cheek canted as she leaned in, breath warm against his throat as she spoke into his ear. The warmth of her practically radiated over him, beckoning him to embrace it, to burrow his mouth against the steady beat of her jugular, to claim some of that warmth for himself. How would their fellow theater-goers react, knowing that they housed a predator and his willing prey? He turned to meet her mouth against his, his tooth sinking into his tongue before his lips parted to indulge her. A brief pain for himself, one that would sink away and disappear but not before allowing that blood to slide over her own tongue and work its way through her.

Tend to her fire, she'd bid him. And so he would, starting there.

He drew himself back from her, a finger reaching up to brush away any trace of blood that might have smeared itself across her lips. He touched the corners of his own mouth, for propriety's sake, and turned his attention towards the stage. There was movement there and sound--they were getting ready to step out onto the stage. As the Magician stepped forward to silently greet his audience, his very lovely assistant joining him as his voice and distraction, Theodallion's hand slid over Liahal's, fingers gracefully tracing patterns of her hand and wrist, tickling at the swell of pleasure he knew first came with the blood.
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And there it was, the expression she had been waiting for. Call it a smile, or a smirk, either way his expression settled into a smugness. His features would not harden, but they would remain far from soft, and in all the time that Liahal had known the elf, she had never once caught him looking at her softly. And yet here he was, all charm and silver tongued. That was the thing about Theo. Despite how he pampered her ego and indulged her desire for all the world’s pleasures, he always left her with an uncertainty. There was a certain ambiguity to their courtship, a vagueness that was decidedly undefined. Things were never certain with Theodallion, but that was what kept her on his line for so many eras, was it not?

She wondered if it was hard for him to remain so gentle with her, as he curled his finger underneath his chin. The Quel’anthasan man was the epitome of patience, playing her petty games with such a delicate, composed disposition. All while her heart thumped a little harder in her chest. ”Mmm..” She cooed her agreement. Yes, very fast. ”But who is faster than you, a’maelamin? Her lips split upward and he kissed each corner of them, before landing on her mouth. He coaxed her. He charmed her. They parted and his features shifted lightly, though she would not recognize his expression.

But they were in the theater now, The Magician. She had spent most of their short travel deciphering Theo’s parting glance toward her, sorting out what it was, and why she wanted to see it again. Liahal had felt love before. Nearly every type and every sort. New love. Old love. A mother’s love. Broken love. It was all there in front of her for the taking, and she would take it, darkening after darkening. Without remorse and without modesty. But none of what she had ever leeched was like what she felt on her own here, with Theodallion. It was a a desire for possession, perhaps even considered an obsession to the less passionate. It was a sinking frustration, and that deeply rooted curiosity to understand a man that the woman would never be able to. It was both pain and pleasure, and so much more filling than any love she had ever felt.

His movements were fluid, turning to meet her mouth with his. An innocent lovers embrace, would be all the patrons of the theater would see. But was it? There was a chill along her spine and Liahal fought against a shiver, the anticipation of the blood causing a restlessness in her. Theodallion smelled of lavender, but he tasted like iron. Of blood. Before she could process it her fingers were curling around the nape of his neck, perhaps a bit more tightly than she had anticipated. Greed was not a good color on any Quel’anthasan, but Liahal did little to hide her thirst for it.

She fought him momentarily as he pulled away, not willing to part with him just yet but well aware that causing a scene would not be wise. She was settling her back against her seat when it came. Unlike most of the other vices Lia indulged in the blood did not hesitate, claiming her senses nearly as quickly as Theo himself did. Her muscles tensed then, anticipating the jostle from sobriety to intoxication. But as much as she practiced for it, nothing would prepare her for initial pang it brought. It seared through her veins, tearing through her nerves with an excruciating pain that she did not know if she could stand, but she exhaled and it it was gone just as soon as it arrived.

And instead replacing it, an elevated awareness. Bliss.

She was smiling now, a broad and heady grin toward the Magician and his assistant. Theo’s hands felt divine, tracing loops and undulations along her hand. She could stay like this forever, she supposed. Just her and her Theodallion.

”A show of illusion.” Her words were laced with euphoria, light and airy. ”The first of all pleasures.” Her grin turned sideways, clearly pleased with him. There was a light applause from the crowd as the Magician and his assistant made their introductions, but the theater quickly returned to silent in preparation for the first act.

”Does Ziel Aerca suit you?’ She didn’t know of another place in Aelyria she would prefer, though perhaps Theo was more inclined for a more traditional Quel’anthasan wedding, on their own land.
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He traced a pattern over the back of her hand as she settled back against her seat, letting the blood wash through her, the fresh sensations that it brought rippling sensitively through muscle and nerve and vein. Had he been anywhere else--alone with her, perhaps--he might have toyed with how the blood tantalized the body, demonstrated in full why she craved it as she did (beyond the obvious), but with individuals flanking them to either side in their plush velvet chairs, he instead settled on the subtle manipulations of his fingers touching her skin--the glide of fingertips on the back of her hand, the lifting of his hand to brush over the nap of her neck.

"And would you rank your pleasures then, lirimaer? There seem to be so many of them...your pleasures." His voice was low, his body leaned in towards her. It was, ostensibly, to pitch his voice so that only she could hear it, to protect the others from having their viewing pleasure of the show disrupted by a conversation. It helped that he could steal a small kiss against the curve of her jawline in the process, lips lingering to play at the blood sensations running through her.

But it was her other question that caught him a bit off guard. His eyes were settled on the stage, watching as the show began in earnest. He was quiet for a moment, watching as a dazzling array of colors and pomp began to fill the stage. It was as if wordless charade were taking place before them, a little play within the show that told a story as he worked to tease their eyes. Music thrummed through the room, largely obscuring the need to speak in quiet voices.

"It has a darkness that suits me, a way of embracing...difference...that suits me." Was it a beloved place in his mind? No. It was a city as any other city. Yet the undercurrent there was different in others. There, he was certain he could live, at least for a time, and go unnoticed. And besides, it was far removed from Aelyria Prime, where others were fit to try to hunt him down from what he'd done to a pair of frivolous nobodies.

He shifted a little aside from her, not cramping her space, not leaning in against her, but his fingers toying with hers all the same. "You care for the city," he observed, slanting her a look. There were people there that meant things to her, places that had meaning. None of this factored in at all for Theodallion. None of that mattered. "It's not Eunesia but it would do, if it's your pleasure, lirimaer."

A bright flash of light on the stage and the illusionist had, magically it seemed, switched places with his assistant, who had just moments ago been wrapped in chains. Now he was, and all of it seemingly in an instant. There was applause, noises of amazement.

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”Would you fault me for it, melamin?” The question would be sincere, though even at a whisper there was the faintest hint of jest. It was true she had many pleasures. She found it in the smell of the morning after it rained, and the vivid flowers in the spring. The taste of whiskey on her breath, and the low thrum of a busy tavern. But there were far too many to count, and not enough time to muse over each one individually. Illusion though. It would always be her first.

”There is nothing like the taste of it, a’maelamin.” It was as if her senses could anticipate his touch before he even made contact with her skin, her pulse quickening as he leaned in to kiss the sweep of her jaw. The blood had a way of awakening these senses, and Liahal would wonder if they always had been there, or if it was just intoxication that alluded to it. "But I have always preferred things as they seem to be, over what they are.” Whether that was through delicately woven manipulation or first blush ignorance was unimportant, it was still mostly favored over the truth. Mostly.

”But I do not need to boast of mirages to you.” Considering the sphere of arcana he was partial to. How fitting then, for Liahal to find her newly betrothed a manipulator of the pleasure most dear to her. She was staring in front of her, at the the stage, the magician. And while the display of colors were louder, more vivid in her enhanced state, her attention wasn’t on the show. Not really.

She could feel the agitation from her neighbor after Lia had swindled the armrest. It was as if she could feel the woman shift uncomfortably from her seat, recoiling from her. But had she? Green eyes flicked to the left to confirm these augmented senses, but the woman maintained an even expression, seemingly unaware of Lia’s gaze at all.

Perhaps she was mistaken.

”Difference.” She echoed. Ziel Aerca had a way of embracing the strange and the dark. And the pair of Quel’anthasan were far from ordinary.

Her smile was mild when he spoke next, but her eyes were beaming. ”Deeply.” Ziel Aerca was a city that was immensely dear to her. If not for Sliucha, than for the ‘difference’ Theo spoke of. It was the first city in the empire she felt a part of, and she had grown attached to it in a way that it felt close enough to home.

The comment on Eunesia was lost as a bright flash of light erupted from the stage, the magician suddenly switching places with his assistant. Liahal gasped, the Quel’anthasan pulling herself upright and away from the back of her chair. It seemed her Quel’anthasan nonchalance had dissolved abruptly, being replaced with a childlike enthusiasm. ”Did you see that!?” She projected above the hoots and hollers of the crowd, Lia’s own clap drowning out Theo’s politeness.
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Such a sweetly asked question, despite the little lilt of humor that wormed its way through. His mouth curved upward as he toiled a bit of her hair around his finger. The wound in his mouth had already healed from the pinch of his own teeth but it could still taste the tanginess of it. The blood remnants made the question all the more humorous. "Fault you, lirimaer? When I could feed your hungers instead? You are most exquisite when your heart races..." He gave that lock of hair a light, gentle tug, his finger sliding instead to her neck, to the pulse that beat there, the pulse quickened by the blood that had found its way past her tongue. She was so alive, so present, and the quickening of her heart was like a flame, drawing his moth inward. How it would have felt right there, right then, to nestle his mouth against her throat and find that connection to her heart, to feel its beat racing through him...

The flashes on the stage dragged his attention away from the pulsation of her jugular. There was something to be said of illusions. They were how he lived his life: the flash of something not quite coin that could be made to appear or feel like coin to those whose hands he placed it in, the certainty that who they were talking to was not who they actually spoke to...to name only just a few things that illusion helped him with.

The stage burst with more light, more dazzling demonstrations of altered reality and he found himself drawn in...both by the show and by the excitement of his companion, too (mostly because he was quite pleased with himself for having found something that delighted her so thoroughly). The show was a strange one, a mystical one, a beautiful one. The fantastical illusions on the stage held as much importance to the thing as the man (and his assistant) who performed them. It was a spectacular show, over all, and one even Theodallion could grudgingly admit had been a good show.

He offered his arm as they left, descending down from the building towards the gondolas that awaited passengers. He had one more place to take her that evening, one he was somewhat dreading while recognizing that his lavender tiger would simply purr with delight over it. Oh, the things he did to keep the lady of his desires on his arm. Waiting their turn for a gondola, Theodallion shifted towards her, releasing her arm to wrap his instead around her waist. "Do you wish to know how I picture the pair of us, whether it is here or in Ziel Aerca?" His mouth quirked, as if he had some sort of amusement to share with her. "You ensconced in a lovely manor home, servants at your beck and call, carriages in plenty, waiting to carry you wherever you desire..." He leaned in close to her to murmur, "All the money you could ever want at your fingertips..."

With one arm wrapped around her waist, the other reached to clasp her hand, to draw it up, twine her fingers with his as a visual reference to her fingertips. "We could do this, you and I. Leave them in awe at the illusions they might see, have them coming back for more. Could you picture it, a'maelamin? A place done up to look like Quel'anthas and illusions cast to make these Aelyrians think themselves really there?"

It was their turn to alight within a gondola and he stepped in first, turning towards her to help her down into the bottom of the boat, to the seat that awaited her. He gifted the man what appeared to be a coin, but wasn't, and bid the human to take them as close as he could manage to the Mouse and the Masque at Nephele's Bay. He swept them a sort of doubtful look, these two pretty and proper elves, but did as he was told, ferrying them along with deft pushes of the long pole in his hands.

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He coiled a lock of her hair around his finger, and a swirl of lavender corkscrewed around and around, cerulean and lilac. Such a pretty helix of Quel’anthasan color. ”Is that why you tease me so?” She spoke of his preening, of the eventual tug of her hair. Of his finger sliding past her neck and the chill that followed. ”To have it race for you?” She could feel the thump in her chest, though the lines that might determine the crux of it’s quickened beat were blurred from his touch and the blood they now shared.

She would watch the show with her eyes, even if her mind would travel somewhere else. It was a vibrant display of color and light, wrapped in theatrics, and followed with ample “oohs” and “ahhs” from the audience. Liahal had seen grand and spectacular things before, feats of both physical and arcanic prowess. But it was something more novel, something refreshing, to witness the mundane transform into something else. Into something of whimsy and fantasy.

The assistant made a dramatic wave of her hand, and Lia’s eyes flicked toward Theo, a nonchalant survey of his reaction to the trick. She’d wonder if he enjoyed these superficial acts of fantasy, the mirages in the mundane. She’d wonder so deeply she wished to pull his feeling from him, if not to feel him for herself than to sate her curiosity. But she knew better than this, and so she would not.

The Magician and his assistant took their bows of adieu, and Lia’s applause this time was more appropriate of a Quel’anthasan, the show having closed in the midst of a preoccupied mind. A polite pat of her palms, a delicate nod of her head, and they would shuffle out and down the steps of the theater, their arms entwined. They were waiting for the gondola when he pulled an arm around her waist. She only smiled at his question, and again those lines between blood and emotion grew fuzzier and melted further together. It was as if she could feel the people around them, hear them breathe in steady rhythm. She could feel a warmth in her throat at the thought of her Theodallion painting the picture of their future, and she swallowed it down until it traveled low into the hollow of her abdomen. ”There will be a courtyard.” She embellished further. ”A cobblestone path that will lead to a garden.” She could smell the air of their courtyard as she imagined it, and she breathed in wet soil and a cocktail of blossoms and herbs.

It took her by surprise for a moment, to imagine this with such clarity, and Liahal could not place if it was the blood that invented such a vivid fantasy, or if Theo was playing his own illusions on her. In the end, it didn’t matter, not really. His next statement took her by surprise, as a simple daydream of what could be was backed up with how it might be possible. ”A place? A Quel’anthas?” Surely not a magic show, but an establishment that crafted their illusions more delicately, with care and a sort of preciseness that only Quel’anthasan might achieve. And her mind had wandered again, ignoring the Aelyrians and instead minding herself. A new Quel’anthas, right here in Aelyria. A place where Liahal might drift off to to grow Lady blossoms and Trelorean dahlias. To fill her lungs with Trelorean air, to hear the trills and chirps of Trelorean songbirds.

But yes, the Aelyrians too.

”A place of first pleasures.” And there it was again, her heart racing against her chest. ”There would not be any place like it.” The idea of it sparked silence while her mind was flooded with a flurry of thoughts, and she took his hand as she stepped into the gondola, steadying her footing before taking a seat.

”I want it.” Was how she would eventually break the silence, the sound of her words oddly pragmatic for such a grand plan. The ferryman took his time to Nephele’s Bay, gliding the pole lazily through the water, slow but with intention.

They finally edged into the bay, and Liahal would peek toward the shore just as soon as she could make out bodies. A warm breeze carried muffled sounds across the water, and Lia could make out the faint notes of music and quieted voices. ”What does the darkening offer us now?” She asked, forgetting her propriety entirely as she wobbled off the boat before Theo could assist her with such. The crowds on the beach seemed to belong there in the moonlight, their skin nearly glowing and iridescent, all just as pretty as the last. A pair of girls shuffled past them and she begged to reach out and touch their silk skirts, but was just as quickly distracted by another group as they sidled past in feathered and sequined masks.

This is what she imagined the Aelyrians would feel when they walked into their new Quel’anthas, filled with wonder and awe and curiosity.
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He would have been lying, to say that the quickening of her heart didn't pull him in, tickle at his attention, make him alert. Liar though he might have been, his eyes were nonetheless drawn to what others might not have noticed, hypnotized by its lure. There was a beauty to the beat, not just because she was what she was (although that helped greatly), but because he knew exactly what it would bring him if he interrupted its song. So he only smiled, cat-like, satisfied, peering at her through slitted eyes. She had no need for him to verbally confirm any of it, such was her awareness and her knowledge.

"A courtyard. A garden. A wall to keep the undeserving out." There was a humorous lilt to his voice: just kidding, it suggested. Even the light curve of his lip leant credence to the idea that he was only joking. Yet the pair of them knew the truth, no matter what rosy image either of them painted; Theodallion believed that many were undeserving. Of him. Of her.

His eyes traced over the bay as she mused over the possibilities he'd dropped upon her. He could feel the pace of her heart, hear it. His idea...appealed to her. As he'd thought it might. His fingers traced patterns along her hand as she absorbed the information. "With you in it, lirimaer? What place is like any other?" That smile tilted towards her, pleased with itself.

The slush of the oar through the water filled the air as the pair of them absorbed the present...and the future. He had captured his Liahal, snagged her with a ring, built her up with pretty pictures and promises of what might come to pass. And wouldn't it be nice--perfect even--to sculpt in this lesser place somewhere that was like home without enduring the various downsides that came along with Trelore? The people were beautiful, they were delicious, they were perfect and yet there was no way to be themselves in Trelore.

Perhaps here they could mold the world to how it pleased them.

"In my experience, a'maelamin, the Mouse and the Masque is the best den of delights in all of Secyclion. I tried to save it to the end, when we had reason to celebrate, hm?" He'd have to watch himself, watch what he consumed, or end up as he had the last time he'd taken Liahal to some seedy den in the empire's capital: drugged and stupid. He smoothed his shirt as they settled on firm ground, the sensation awkward for a moment, offering a strange sinking feeling as they moved forward among the colors and the silks. The smell of sickly sweet smoke filled the air around them as they moved onward. People were dancing, they were singing. Men and women were mostly dressed, although there were an number of scantily clad individuals, as drink and drug lowered inhibition. People swayed to the rhythm of the music, not seeming to find the touch of strangers close at hand. Liahal could feel the draw of the music, swirling through her, wanting to lull her into entrapment. For his part, Theodallion was doing his best to ignore it with varying degrees of success; his body bobbed a little with the rhythm.

He flagged down someone who seemed to be working at the Mouse and Masque, carrying different masks of all sorts of types, shapes and colors. He paid for two, handing Liahal the one of her choice, while brandishing a simple black mask edged in silver and dangling with gray ribbon. Liahal could order whatever she liked--drink, drugs...nothing seemed off the table as hints of Meephos indicated themselves throughout the crowd. "Whatever you desire, a'maelamin. I mean to give it to you."
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”Of course.” Her brows decidedly raised then, and Liahal’s tone mimicked the quick, musical repartee of her newly betrothed. ”It will be our garden.” She affirmed, her voice softer now. It would be their garden. Their shared corner of Trelore, so very far away.

Theo surveyed the horizon, as if furthering his gaze might paint a clearer picture of what their Trelore might be. Lia could feel him thinking through the patterns he drew on her hand. She could taste his intentions through his touch, and it told her their Trelore would be a proud, handsome place. Or was that the blood?

Her chest tingled, and pins and needles pumped through a steady heartbeat and into her fingers and toes. Her mind felt, clearer somehow. As if it had been just been idle all these eras, resting quietly until the vampire’s blood could finally awaken her. This is what living was really like, and her life before she had drank him in seemed like such a fuzzy, far away memory. But now? Now was bliss.

She had crested the top a very steep hill, peaking here on the gondola as her Theodallion showered her with pretty words and coy smiles. And while the Quel’anthasan would not ever dare to admit it, Liahal could not ask for more in this moment. Things were as they should be, and her Theodallion would belong to her now. And he would look at her the way the lovers in taverns did, right before she picked their feeling from them. He would get lost in Liahal’s eyes now. He would long for her and need for her. And she would keep him, her most prized possession.

”And when have we ever had a more deserving time to celebrate?” The Mouse and the Masque was a wanton seductress. Clouds of colored smoke and the heat of bodies and desire filled Liahal’s mouth and nose, pulling her into it’s clutches. And Liahal, powerless to deny it. She took hold of Theo’s hand, her grip feeling more firm with the strength of his blood and an inflated sense of pride. Liahal lead him through a mess of masked and glittering bodies, only stopping once they reached the masks. Liahal picked a heavy, metallic mask. It was a pale rose gold, with an inticate paisley pattern weaved into the metal.

The mask hid most expression from her face, but her grin was wide enough to portray her meaning when she looked at Theodallion. Her hips had begun to rock with the music, albeit unconsciously.

”I want you a’maelamin. And the whole world.”
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