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Malyoxa pants heavily as the orgasm ends, the glint of tears in the corners of her eyes. "I'm glad you didn't make me wait..."
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"Mmm, I think so too," Malyoxa whispers breathily. She waves a hand cleaning them up again as they cuddle before softly kissing Hitome repeatedly. "I think I'm tired now. I should get home so Toni doesn't worry."
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Holding Malyoxa close, Hitome returns the soft kisses with equal tenderness. "I suppose that's true, but if you want to stay....I'm sure she knows you can handle yourself.....and it's so warm and cozy here right now." the aasimar says with a warm smile as she brushes a lock of Malyoxa's golden tresses aside.
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Malyoxa yawns then smirks. "You drive a hard bargain."
She waves her hand again, drawing the covers upon both of them. Resting against Hitome's chest, the drow closes her eyes and falls asleep.
The duskwalker feels a multitude of eyes appraising him from the darkness. "We shall break you too."
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Ignoring them after that his attention settles back on the Angel. ”What is your name, Miss? So that I might tell him.”
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Malyoxa yawns then smirks. "You drive a hard bargain."
She waves her hand again, drawing the covers upon both of them. Resting against Hitome's chest, the drow closes her eyes and falls asleep.
Holding Malyoxa close, Hitome smiles, listening to the drow's soft breathing. Kissing the top of her head, the aasimar slowly drifts off to sleep, not just content, but happy.
Soon, Toska is whisked away from the scene and awakens at first light, however meager it is. The duskwalker can see the snow falling heavily outside.
"Ah, an early riser," Gyrthr remarks as he walks out into the living room.
Having been simply worn out from....everything the day and night before, Jin sleeps in a little longer than usual.
When she finally starts opening her eyes, the very first thing she notices is how cold it is. Shivering slightly, she snuggles up a little closer to Laenid and lets out a little sigh.
”It depends on the whims of my dreams,” Toska happily if a bit groggily replies to the half-orc. Standing he proceeds with some stretching. ”I take it you had a good rest last night?”
Drago's expression became slightly confused. In my service? He thought to himself. After a moment, he responded, "See if you can find accommodations at the Common House for now I will let you know in the morning. Mr........?"
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"I do not take much pleasure in sleeping so I only rest as much as necessary," Gyrthr says. "Would you like some coffee or tea?"
"Crowley, young master," the man replies. "Eustace Crowley. I shall wait for you in the morning then."
The man heads off toward the Common House.
Laenid opens her eyes. "Everything okay?"
She nods while huddled under the covers with Laenid, "Cccooold....toooo cccold."
Drago closed and locked the door. Moving to and sitting on the couch, the Dhampir looked for what seemed like an eternity at the unopened letter in his hand. Finally, with great trepidation, Drago opened the letter.
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The sensation of Malyoxa turning to cuddle more closely brings Hitome into the waking world. Opening her eyes, the aasimaar smiles feeling an overwhelming warmth well up inside as she gazes at the sleeping sorceress in her arms.
"I do not take much pleasure in sleeping so I only rest as much as necessary," Gyrthr says. "Would you like some coffee or tea?"
"Oh, I am sorry then." Toska offers. "And tea would be great, unless you already have coffee made."
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Drago breaks the seal, red flakes of dried wax falling to the floor. He notices the letter is written in his mother's long flowing script, a style she rarely used.
I seek no forgiveness and there is no way to apologize for what I have done. All I can do now is give you some peace of mind and to let you know that I, in my own way, love you. I am reticent to call you 'son', but we are bound by ties that cannot be broken easily. As such, I sought to provide you with what I never had.
The world is a cruel place and people will inevitably betray you. Your freedom is your most valuable possession and you must have the strength to protect it. All I did to you was to strengthen you against the world. Unless you had become strong enough, you would have been a slave to something. Whether you believe this or not, the fact remains that something or someone would always demand your servitude.
Your father wanted a son to continue on his bloodline, for you to serve those eidolons as he did. They are not what you think they are. The eidolons have their own agenda and have used Summoners to further their goals under the guise of some noble pursuit. The veil between worlds is weak, Drago. If you leave the door ajar to those who live beyond our world, they will force it open.
I sought power because of the life I had led, to change the hand that fate had dealt me. I consorted with dark powers because they easily made bargains I had no compunction in fulfilling. Zaudējis has told you much about my life, so I shall not reiterate that here. Needless to say, I did not have the strength to seek my own freedom. I was easily swayed by promises of power. That is what I did not want for you. I wanted you to believe in your own strength.
I loved a man once, more than anything, but we stood on two sides of a great divide. I leave now to try and see if I can bridge that gap. If not, I leave to find some sort of peace and salvation. None know where I am going and I advise you to not seek me out, Drago.
I leave Skorzeny Manor to you to do with as you wish. My servants, Eustace Crowley and Ophelia Bathory, have opted to continue their long-time service to me by serving you. Knowing who and what I am, they have served me dutifully and fearlessly. I trust them with my life more than I would anyone else on Vesaria. If you do not want their service, be kind enough to release them from their contracts. If you do not want the manor, bequeath it to the both of them for it has been their home for many years.
May the gods be kind to you, Drago. If not, may you have the strength to not rely upon them.
~Chalandra"
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A flood of emotions coursed through Drago as he read the letter, the forefront of which was anger, deep seated and absolute. Why that cowardly, sadistic, b!%@h!!! He thought to himself. Tell me that the years of abuse and the torture you had Aliethia put me through was just to prepare me for the world? If I had an inkling of where you where going I'd find you and stake you myself!
After that mental tirade, the Dhampir then realized something that calmed him down, this is exactly the sort of strength she was referring to. Despite everything, she had prepared him for the struggles that he had faced with his companions, in her own twisted way. Even when he fought Alexandros and had him within his mind for a time, Chalandra being there first had given him the tools to deal with it. But she was wrong, not everyone betrays. Trust shouldn't be freely given, but it should never be withheld either.
But it was too late in the evening to dwell on this, and it was best discussed with Yulia. Leaving the letter on the couch, the Dhampir headed back to bed.
Yulia murmurs softly as Drago re-enters the bed, but she quickly falls back into a deep sleep.
"I can make us some tea," Gyrthr replies with a smirk. "I'm not that much of an early riser."
He walks into the kitchen and sets the kettle on the stove. The half-orc takes a seat at the table and gestures for Toska to join him.
"Mmm, yeah. It kinda kills the romantic mood," Laenid says. "Want to cuddle a bit longer or go downstairs and start a fire?"
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Malyoxa slowly opens her eyes. "Well, I've never had a night like that."
She stretches, several things popping in the process. Still in her furry form she wraps her arms around Laenid and kisses her softly on the cheek, "I think maybe go downstairs and start a fire? I think we should start warming up the house, and I think I need something hot to drink. I should also see if I need to clean anything up downstairs." She says before sitting up with a little groan of protest and a shiver.
Laenid nods in agreement and gets out of bed. "Someone should invent heated floors."
She nods and gets out of bed, nearly dancing across the floor to get something warm on before pulling on her boots. She doesn't seem to notice that she's still in her Kitsune form as she gets ready to go downstairs with Laenid.
”Then I appreciate that,” Toska replies with a chuckle. Following Gyrthr into the kitchen he promptly takes a seat when offered one.
Laenid follows after Jin, her feet still bare.
"Did you sleep well enough?" Gyrthr asks as the water starts to boil.
Yulia wakes up rubbing her chest gently and goes to the closet. She adjusts her supports accordingly. With a sigh, the dhampir heads for the kitchen to make breakfast.
Drago awoke to the smell of something wonderful in the kitchen. Getting up, he dressed and headed to this kitchen. "Good morning my Sweet. How are you feeling?"
"Sore," Yulia replies. "What would you like to drink?"
Looking down at Laenid's bare feet she shakes her head, "What are you doing not having anything on your feet? Are you trying to get sick? You go right back upstairs and put something on those tootsies missy." She says with a look of concern on her face.
Laenid pouts. "Okay."
She heads upstairs to get changed into her warm clothes and boots.