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Sia's groan did terrible terrible things to Solveig, and it was good that she followed it up quickly with a desperate kiss because if she hadn't Solveig definitely would have. She moved a step closer, pulling Sia close, her hands roaming but needing more. When they finally broke the kiss Sia teleported them to her room and Solveig smirked, letting her love pull her down onto the bed. She supported herself with her hands on either side of Sia and looked down at her perfect skin, her hair splayed out behind her head, the beautiful expression of desire on her face. Both them were breathing heavily and Solveig could feel fire in her veins. She leaned close and brushed her lips against Sia's first, a tease, but she couldn't hold that up for very long because a moment later their lips connected once more, hungrily.
The first time they heard a voice call to the tower Solveig turned to look immediately, constantly vigilant even here, but when Sia urged her to ignore it she did only too gladly. No interruptions. Unfortunately the call came again, and again, each time more insistently. Solveig was still willing to ignore it, make the caller wait until they were finished, but when finally an insistent knock came to the door of the tower Sia pulled away looking murderous at the interruption, and Solveig was feeling much the same way. Sia teleported herself out of the room and Solveig groaned and rolled to her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and all too ready to let her love deal with the interruption and resume their previous activity until she heard the voice of the new arrival call out from closer by. She recognized that voice.
She rolled out of the bed quickly and grabbed her belt with her sword, which she was still retying as she entered the main room to the sounds of Sia responded unfavourably to the visitor. "Gunnar? What are you doing here?" The man was one of her soldiers, one of Regentus Scleris' personal guard, and he was most definitely not on leave right now which meant he could only be here with bad news from Malscure. The man looked to Solveig and she could see his eyes stray to take in her appearance, the kind of appearance that strongly suggested where she had just come from, and she shot him a look. "Tell me, what's happened?"
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he man wasn't here for her. It was simultaneously a relief, a disappointment, and a frustration. A relief, because she had been using a ridiculous level of magic today in order to prepare for Solveig's visit, and she was quite certain she wouldn't have the energy to prepare any high-quality scrolls. A disappointment, because this man had climbed her tower quite readily, and it hadn't been out of desperation for her services. And a frustration, because he was here for Solveig - during her time free from the guard. Her only time free, she would add. This was her time with Solveig. Not his. The snarl on her face likely said all that needed to be said to the guard.
Gunnar looked between the two women until chastised by Solveig (who's tone told Sia quite well what he had been observing, and so Sia pulled her robe to her body), and then finally began to sputter his reasons for interrupting. "You must return to Malscure at once," He told Solveig, perhaps a little too quietly, perhaps a little too concerned about Sia listening (he would need to be quieter than that), "Lord Scleris is in Aissic, of course, but-- in Ancorbe, at Lord Scleris' keep--"
"Say no more," Sia interrupted devilishly, wandering over to a basket full of scrolls and moving her hand over them. She couldn't see what they read, but could feel the spells. She found the one she was looking for, and passed it the man. "Ignore the small script, sir Gunnar. Simply read the word from the page aloud, and it shall solve this problem quite readily." Should he read the word - simply 'Safe to Home' - he would be transported back to Ancorbe. Solveig's vacation would go uninterrupted, and the two could recommence their previous activity.
"Read on, sir Gunnar."
ooc: So my basic intent was that there might be some kind of onslaught on Scleris' keep. Maybe a mysterious beast, or perhaps a more mortal foe. I'm not married to the idea, so if you have something else in mind, run with it!
Solveig knew Gunnar showing up could not be good, and was confirmed when he said she must return to Malscure at once. She groaned inwardly but outwardly only frowned at the way he seemed to think perhaps Sia wasn't trustworthy or something, based on how he was whispering to her right now. He started to say that something was happening at the keep in Ancorbe when Sia interrupted him and turned to grab a scroll from her basket of many. Solveig felt like she could see where this was going, and when her beautiful and equally tricksy love came back and told the soldier to read the scroll and it would 'solve the problem quite readily' she knew she was correct. It wouldn't be the first time Sia had done such a thing, and normally she would be more than happy to let the poor sap read the word to poof himself back home so Sia and Solveig could return to their previous activities, but even if she was on leave it was her job to protect Lord Scleris and his keep, and if Regentus returned from Aissic to find something had happened in his absence, she would be the first under fire for it. Not that he would be cruel about it, because he was a noble and honourable man, but she wouldn't stake her job on it.
Solveig wrapped her arms around Sia's shoulders from behind and kissed her neck, then plucked the scroll from Gunnar's hand as he was about to read from it. "I cannot leave them in need," she said to Sia gently. "If you're interested in a different kind of fun though, it would certainly make a good story." Gunnar looked perhaps a little embarrassed to be witness to this, but Solveig decided he deserved it for interrupting them. He was lucky they put clothes on.
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olveig stopped her little trick, and she would have glared if it were anyone else. She couldn't be more than frustrated at Sol, however. Sad, disappointed, and frustrated. This was meant to be her time away from Malscure, her time spent with Sia. She was bound to here, to Sia, and Sia felt as though she were being torn apart when she left.
However, Solveig knew how to win her attention back. Sia couldn't say no to a good story most of the time - though usually it came in the form of a bard sitting at her table and telling her one. She didn't often go out and do -- not anymore. Not since her eyes. She rarely even left her clearing, only venturing out when she ran low on supplies and had no lost hiker to do errands for her. She bit her lip, knowing the invitation well. She always refused it.
"Allow me a moment to gather myself," She said, her voice low and strange. Her flirtatious, trickster nature had gone and now here was this anxious woman. She snapped her fingers and all of her clothes had been righted, and a massive fur coat was draped around her. Solveig's was fixed as well, and Gunnar had to shout as his armor jolted up from the snowy earth below and wrapped itself around him. Cold metal was the least he deserved for his interruptions.
"I've never attended the keep," She told Solveig, warm nails reaching out to trace Sol's temple blindly, "But if you envision it well enough for both of us, I shall transport us there... Just say the word."
Solveig didn't want to leave, of course she didn't, but she couldn't stay knowing that her people were in trouble. What a mood-killer. She knew that Sia preferred to hear stories than be part of them, but she didn't want to leave Rielcia and Sia behind to go back. She had only just got here, only just seen her again after so long away. It was the ultimate tease.
But then, something unexpected. She could see Sia bite her lip and instead of a 'no' her response was to allow her a moment to gather herself. Solveig kissed her cheek and moved back to allow herself to do what she was going to do, which was apparently fixing up everyone's clothes (Gunnar's included) and summoning a large fur coat for herself. Solveig absently pet the coat, still surprised but delighted that Sia was actually coming.
Sia reached out and traced her temple with her nails and Solveig leaned slightly into the touch, taking a breath and trying to mentally prepare herself for whatever was happening at the keep. It had to be very important for Gunnar to come all this way to fetch her. She hoped nobody had died. Her hand came up to rest against Sia's as her love said she had never been where they must go, but that she would teleport them all if Solveig could picture it for her. Solveig nodded and pictured not just the keep, but specifically her room where her armour was, given that she would be not nearly as useful in a fight without it. "I'm ready," she said, looking to make sure Gunnar was prepared as well. He better be, because a moment later they were gone.
When things settled back into reality, they were exactly where Solveig had pictured them. Through the thick wooden door of her room, they could hear shouts and the occasional scream, all of which were incredibly ominous and didn't speak well for the situation. "Gunnar," Solveig asked, turning to the man who had gone a little whiter, "what did you say was attacking the keep?" He turned his attention from the door back to her and his face was grim as he answered, "Anpu."
Post by Sialarvanya on Jan 28, 2017 12:06:41 GMT -7
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t had been a while since she'd teleported. Shockingly enough, Sol was likely more used to it than her, despite the fact that she dealt in these spells for a living.
She'd become almost dependent on her tower. She would walk the field from tree to tree, or sit in her tower. Those were the only places she would go. Even for supplies, she'd ensure she was overstocked, and when someone came by she would accept running errands as payment if she needed any tasks done. She had developed... An unease about leaving her "safe zone".
The feeling of teleportation over such a long distance tugged at her body in a way that made her feel ill. She felt a pulling at her navel, and a pressure on her muscles. There had been a time she was used to it, a time when it felt the same as walking a set of steep stairs, but now it was almost painful. In moments the pain would be replaced... But then, panic would set in. She was in an unfamiliar place.
The air seemed thinner here. There was less magic around her, she supposed. It smelled like Sol, which was pleasant and comforting -- but the sounds were nothing comforting. Screams, thumps, and a blood-curdling set of howls. The name of the beast settled Vanya with a painful unease, and she reached a hand around to find a chair or bed to settle herself in, her breath shallow and quick.
She couldn't see the way Gunnar was looking at her, but if she had she would have given him a look to steal years of his life. He seemed... Unimpressed? Annoyed? She was just going to sit there? He pulled his weapon out and nodded to Solveig, "We don't know why they attacked... But they slipped past the sentry in the shadows, and appeared inside the walls. I found my way out thanks to the tunnels, knew we needed you-- but... They outnumber us, Captain. We need your guidance. We need your orders."
Anpu. Solveig had never had the misfortune to encounter them in person before, but she had heard more than enough chilling tales about them to know that this was not good. One anpu alone could take out the entire fort if they weren't prepared, let alone a pack of them. Solveig went immediately to the closet with her armour so she could begin to put it on, slipping into her gambeson as Gunnar continued explaining the situation. "Anpu travel through shadows, so the first step is to make sure every torch, every candle, every light we have is lit, and no one should be without their own light, magical or otherwise. Get everyone who isn't fighting fit to the dining hall - bar the doors, push the furniture to the outer walls, and get Magnus to conjure as bright a light as he can. At least they will be safe while we deal with this. Go, quickly, and I will meet you outside the doors to the dining hall in no more than ten minutes."
Gunnar seemed reassured by the conviction in her orders and he nodded once before slipping out of the room. Solveig turned to Sia then, feeling a little bad for having ignored her but also not able to feel too bad because of the situation. "Sia, are you alright?" she asked, sitting next to her on the bed and pulling her into an embrace. "I know this isn't exactly the most romantic date," she joked, but more seriously added, "but I really appreciate you coming. I might need your help."
Last Edit: Jan 28, 2017 13:28:50 GMT -7 by SigDigs
Post by Sialarvanya on Jan 28, 2017 13:27:00 GMT -7
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shiver ran through Sia as Solveig pulled her in for an embrace, something familiar to shake her to her senses. She returned the embrace, her warm nails frustratedly moving across her lover's back, looking for a place to latch onto. She hated armor. It was so impersonal. So unnatural. But Solveig's cheek against her own was a comfort, and Sia managed to slow her breaths.
"I know nothing of the layout here. I know not a door, not a hall, not an alcove. The scents are unfamiliar, and that grating screaming and howling -- my senses are distracted. The only thing I know in this place is you, my Sol. Any good I might be is in scrolls written at a distance. I can't--" She stopped suddenly, her lips pursing and her unseeing eyes flashing in thought. "A moment." She pulled herself free to Sol's embrace, and stood from the bed. She felt around blindly for a moment, and upon finding herself a foot away from furniture in all directions (which she properly determined with a slow spin) she sat herself on the floor.
She silently cursed the horrific yowling of anpu (if she remembered correctly, it was the only sound they could make, and it had a way of piercing her concentration), along with the screams of the men attempting to fend the beasts off. Her hand began to glow gold as her mind finally shut out the sounds, and she reached forward, her palm disappearing into nothingness as if hiding behind a curtain. After a few moments punctuated by screams, she pulled her hand back, and smiled at what she was holding. A scroll.
"Take it, my Sol," She kept her hand out, not knowing where her love was in the room, only knowing that she had not left, "It shall control the shadows of the beasts. You may force them any way your mind creates. Funnel them. Is this enough?"
Solveig ran her fingers through Sia's beautiful hair as she spoke, explaining that this was all unfamiliar territory and of course given that she couldn't see she wouldn't be able to navigate. She suggested that her best help would be by giving her a scroll to use while she stayed here, and that was more than enough for Sol. She didn't want her to get hurt, least of all by an anpu. She paused then in the middle of a sentence and stood up, feeling around for a moment before sitting on the floor. Solveig knew what she was doing was going to be helpful, but she also knew that she still had a lot of armour to put on so she moved back to her closet and began taking it out and setting it all on the bed. Putting armour on was always a bit of a production, especially alone, but she hopefully wouldn't have to put it all on herself.
Sia had finished whatever magic she had done, and told Solveig to take whatever she was holding. Solveig knelt in front of her and took the scroll gently, unfurling it to read the inside and nodding along as she explained how it was used. Sia asked if it was enough and Solveig leaned over to hug her again and kissed her full on the mouth, less romantic than back in the tower but grateful. "My love this will save us all," she replied with a smile. "I have one more tiny request from you though, if you could help me put on my amour?"
Post by Sialarvanya on Jan 28, 2017 13:54:05 GMT -7
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he kiss was like a drink of water in the desert to Sia, helping ground her even more completely in this foreign place. Perhaps if these were the feelings she could associate here, she could visit time and again. Certainly teleporting herself to Sol's side would be easier than awaiting her love to visit her tower. She could simply appear for the night, and disappear before anyone came knocking upon her love's door for inane emergencies. But now was no time for such thoughts - especially as Sol requested her aid in putting on her armor.
She couldn't hold back her smirk as she retorted with a mild purr, "Putting your armor on? My Sol, I believe you don't know me at all." But she stood, with Sol's aid, and held out her hands for a piece. Everything was heavier than anything she had dealt with in her days of adventuring, but she had aided Sol in this one or twice. The times when she managed a quick visit while attending to business in Rielcia. And their first meeting, of course. She had learned by now the shapes of things, and so each time Sol placed something in her hands, she knew where it belonged, and how it was made to go.
With every piece in place, she laid a kiss onto her love's lips, quick and chaste as she knew time was of the essence. "Be safe, my Sol. Should you need me-- Recall I am just a name away."
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