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Thread: Wrath of Sidhe (Alvis & Malicious)

She watched him, as if on complete full alert in case he tried to do something. She watched even more, especially as he made a rose as beautiful as that one come to life, with complete and utter amazement. As he came closer, she had the natural inclination to step back, letting her fear become the best of her but she somehow managed to stay rooted to where she stood. Instead, letting the Sidhe she probably feared for all the right reasons to come near her and present her with that beautiful flower. But she didnt take it immediately. Instead, she looked to her mother and father as if for approval, more so for reassurance that itd be more than okay to take it. That no harm would come to her if she did. With how her father reacted, she supposed it was okay. So she took it and the warmth that radiated from it, it was as if it was more alive than any human. It touched her deeply though with all her will and force, she pushed that affection away. It wasnt real and he was playing her. Or he was just a very mercurial being and shed be a fool to fall for it. To trust him. But for show at least and to hold up some kind of strength and stature, Elarinya smiled, a gracious smile. It wasnt difficult to fake a smile. This is very unexpected of you. But very kind of you. I am gratefully honored and I will treasure this rose, so long as you live, so long as our marriage thrives. She held the flower to her, cradling it gently like it was so delicate that any wrong exertion of force might break it and therefore tamper whatever may transpire between them, whatever lay destined. Tipping her head back to meet his gaze, the look in her eyes was soft but real, as well holding an underlying warning and strength. I do hope for a good marriage with you. And I pray that I wont be disappointed. She would be the daughter of a banished Sidhe if she had the audacity to imply a threat or warning in her words the way she did just right now. She heard soft gasps and played it off with a smile. I hear its unwise to fail any woman. Perhaps you would not wish to start that unholy trend, hmm? And just like that, she managed to add a good bit of faith and humor in her tone, to take the edge off of her early words. Though her tone said it, her eyes still held that soft look, yet warningly. After all, if not Hagrim, if he wished to be unbound, he better not fall out of her good graces, right?
Thread: Wrath of Sidhe (Alvis & Malicious)

So it seemed that Elarinya inherited a little bit of the humour from her mother's side. It actually made Etarlm smile. Wordplay and the like were almost sacred among the Sidhe, so much mroe so than the mortal realm knew. A well crafted turn of phrase or poetry had created dynasties of wealth in the mortal world. And likewise, a poorly crafted song or insult had involved oceans of pain that took decades to end for the offending person. Perhaps there was enough of a mind within the girl to amuse him. And amusement might be a rare thing in this realm, what with the dull ache of the seals on his body. He cocked his head in acknowledgement of a well played jest, and gave her one of his first true smiles. In all the millenia of my life, I have yet to know a woman who has suffered dissapointment at my hands. And I am loathe to break such a habit I confess. Etarlm said with a languid tone that was carefully voiced to put any who might hear it at ease. Well, this is splendid! You sem to have made your peace quite well good sir Etarlm! The king spoke. Etarlm looked to the human. Did you not know that we of the Sidhe are often mercurial of mood? We are able to change our minds quite swiftly. I see little point in enmity if I am to find a place here. He answered calmly. The king nodded. Splendid! Simply splendid! Well, I dare say that our newly betrothed should have a brief moment to speak to one another before they are wed tomorrow! Have foods brought to her chamber, and escort them there! Is that wise? Hargrim asked carefully. Hi power is bound, is it not? Well, yes, but- And can he harm her? Nay, now that it is declared by his own mouth that she is his bride to be, he cannot harm her, so long as the seals remain on him. Then no more! Servants! The king clapped, and a number of runners split off, dashing to make the wishes of the King known. A guard was escorting the princess and Etarlm to her chambers. Etarlm was taking the time to take in his surroundings. He might need to know the way through here well enough if he was to be living here. And any progress he might make could take years. Fortunately he had all the time in the world. He was not a Banished, he was still immortal. He coudl still feel the presence of Hargrim shadowing him. That much Cold Iron would be felt by anyone with pure Sidhe blood. He knew he'd be having a conversation with the warrior soon enough. But he needed to make some kind of conversation. You carry yourself well in such a dress. Tell me, do all of the ladies of this court follow fashions more suited to th Sidhe Courts? He asked Elarinya.
Thread: Wrath of Sidhe (Alvis & Malicious)

Her confidence or the look in her eyes didnt falter. She was sure of her statement, even with the underlying connotation. What pleased her more was the look on his face as well as the smile she received from him. That was surprising actually though she didnt let her surprise or shock show, and definitely didnt let her awe show. He was handsome. So very handsome and with her worried momentarily as ease, she was able to finally admire him. He was handsome like no other, possessing qualities and traits possibly she could very much adore and with that realization, she quickly turned it off and put a wall, a barrier, where her heart was. She still didnt trust him even if she somehow managed to keep him calm and not spit fiery rage and vengeance against all she loved. She was on guard now more than ever. Someone that handsome couldnt be innocent. Good. She smiled. Otherwise you might be able to consider it the failure of a lifetime or the failure of your entire life. Since she was sure he could live many lives over more than she could. Glancing to her father, her smile remained real and poised on her face. She glanced to her mother and was thankful for her as well as the strength emanating from her. It would be because of her mother and the fact that Elarinya was indeed her daughter that she could learn to deal with this situation. It certainly wasnt what she expected or wanted. She was a husband who wanted to be here. Not one like Etarlam, one she couldnt trust immediately without fear. Well shed carry the strength of her Sidhe mother with her, a symbolic strength. She was going to need it. They went on then, being escorted to her chambers where she and Etarlam could be alone together. Well, not entirely alone as there would be servants stationed outside of her chambers and with a holler, theyd be at her aid. She was confident that much in that and believed he wouldnt try anything. Not right now at least. She held the rose that he gave her to her person. Her palms were a little sore for how deeply she dug her nails into them but she didnt feel too much unease. Her nerves, for the most part, were calm but there was that edge of unsure, a bit of insecurity still lingering. She wasnt sure if it would ever be put at ease but then again, she wouldnt be Elarinya if she wasnt willing to see it through. She always did like challenges. Glancing down to her dress and then to him, she nodded. Oh yes. Its been this way since the first bride of a Sidhe was brought here. She introduced the fashions, they were quickly adopted. Do you like this dress on me? She asked after they stepped into her chambers and the door was shut. She asked it as she stopped right in front of him to let him see. Her mother always told her that women had more power than one might often give them credit for. It was up to the woman herself to exploit that power and use it to her advantage. That was something she never forgot. When all failed, charm a man with yourwits.
Thread: Wrath of Sidhe (Alvis & Malicious)

Etarlm smiled at her as she spoke, putting on a pose that did well to exhibit the assets she possessed. he knew that among mortals, that she might be found to be nearly irresistible. But he had lain with the Queen of Air and Darkness, and no human could match such. But still, she made an attempt in a way that would not be out of place in the Courts. This one's mother had clearly taught her more than a few of the ways of the Sidhe. Which would complicate his plans somewhat, though she woudl be unprepared for some of what came from the Highest Courts, such having been beyond her meager station. Nonetheless, he did feel compelled to respond. As I said, you carry it well, mayhaps very well. There are a few of our courts that you would not be out place within. he smiled as he spoke. Though I must say, you may be better served with your dress upon a stand, and you unencumbered by such. he waited a half heartbeat before saying more. After all, he had just told a princess of teh Mortal realm that she would be better to his eyes standing naked before him. I beg pardon have my words offended thee, bu my people can speak no untruths. The King looked at his wife, who seemed very, very worried. What vexes you dearest? He asked her. She didn't smile. Etarlm. She replied. He is bound! Our daughter shall be wed on the morn! Husband, I love you dearly. But hear me when I say thins. It is a fools errand to keep him. He is dangerous. All the Sidhe are. Were you not a dangerous creature when first amongst us? No husband, I was not. When I came amongst you, I was a broken shell of a creature, the palest shadow of my former power and glory. I was Banished, not taken. The King cocked his head, not knowing what she meant. She turned her arm, showing an old, faint scar on her arm. When we are Banished, a servant places a sliver of the Bane within our skin. It is a poison. Of the body, and of our very souls. By te time your people find the Banished, it has leeched much of what made us what we were. The King touched the scar, feeling a faint lump. It is still there! There is no point now to removing it, save for more pain to myself. The damage is done. But the Banishment is why we pass on so little of ourselves in the bloodline. He is not Banished. He has power that you cannot comprehend. Then our Grandchildren shall be mighty indeed! She sighed, and put her face in her hand. She loved him dearly. But sometimes, he was an idiot.
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Of course, she had no idea how to perceive him or how to think he might be thinking. She wished she could read minds at a time like this, to know what lurked in his mind. Maybe to see the deeper meaning into what might be going through his head. Her every right intuition was telling her not to trust him, no matter what. Whether they were alone or he somehow managed to charm her. No, he couldnt be trusted. Even if he had those eyes that seemed to look so deep into her soul. Or a mouth that curved into such a smile that could make her heart flutter into a raging and roaring She really needed to get her mind out of hermind. She did so, enough to hear him when he began to speak. Damn. Damn to all the gods, he had to say that. Her cheeks burned. And he had to make her do that ! No noI appreciate your honesty. Its very refreshing to hear such honesty, especially from a man. After all, not everyone is always so honest to members of the court, nobility or monarchy. She said softly. She meant it too since many liked to just say things, to simply appease her and mostly not get in trouble with the king for offending. You should not ever apologize for simply speaking your mind or being honest. Its a rare commodity, especially here. She spoke it softly before turning and moving on in her chambers. She came to a table in the middle of the room, big enough to seat five or six but only set for two. It was round with two chairs and she set the rose on it. The table was also set with food for them to enjoy. Turning a bit, she glanced to him. Would you like to sit?
Thread: Wrath of Sidhe (Alvis & Malicious)

The blush that crept to her face showed that she was not immune to his charms, not trusting him perhaps, but it was doubtful that she would truly find a man such as he, with the experience that he wielded, and the charms of the inhuman at his disposal. He had truly lain with mortals but twice in his life, once on a challenge from one of his fellow Barons, and then again centuries later, on the orders of his Queen to procure information from the mortal in question. It had not been an experience he found terribly thrilling. But this one, perhaps there was enough of the Sidhe in her to make her more interesting. If he was to be wed to her, it was entirely likely that he would have to time to work with her more than a few times, and that alone woudl give him openings. Mortals were seldom more open to the enchantments of the Sidhe than when in the throes of instinct and passion. It was one of the greatest advantages he could wield. He smiled as she offered him to sit, and eat. He crossed after him, each step an act of nearly gliding across the floor. No power in this, just the lithe, inhuman grace that the high born Sidhe possessed. The Banished lost much of it. As he passed by her, he let his breath out slowly, forcing what little power he could muster into his hand, and brushed it on her shoulder gently. My thanks to thee for the offer of seating. He said with a faint husky edge to it. As he touched her, he released the power into her. It was a very light enchantment. It woudl likely set her skin a little a tingle, making the feel of his touch seem more than just contact. It woudl fade in time. By the time the hour was done, it would have faded to a residual effect that would likely make her just a little more...interested in pursuing her own pleasure. he didn't sit though, but drew out her chair, obeying the strange elements of chivalry that the Mortals so prized. he held it for her to sit in before taking his own.
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It took her a bit off guard when he touched her shoulder. Her head turned and she looked down at his hand there for a longer moment than perhaps she should have before her gaze traveled up to his. Her breathing hitched in her throat and she had a problem swallowing, her throat suddenly so dry. The way he said that, the voice and tone used and the feeling she got. She had no idea what he was doing. She just thought the tingly feeling was because of the way his words affected her. The husky tone, the endless possibilities and the fact he was a very handsome man and suddenly the images rifling through her mind were definitely not ones that a princess should have. Even if it was about her betrothed. Her betrothed that she didnt trust one bitespecially to get his hands in her knickers if she wore any. No thanks needed, good sir. She almost whispered before she eventually took the seat he offered to her. I thank you for your good graces. Which surprised her honestly but then again shed be thinking ill of the people her mother came from. The people she came from. She had just taken a seat and was waiting for him to take a seat but she wasnt exactly able to sit still. She kept crossing or uncrossing her legs, seemed to feel more flustered than before, even her skin felt warmer. Rolling her shoulders and squaring her back, she sat up and rest her hands in her lap. They were both situated now and she nodded to the plate of food set before him, covered to keep the warmth in. She had an identical one and lifted her hand to uncover it. There before her, before them both was a pretty delicious looking meal. Chicken, vegetables, potatoes and then her absolute favorite for dessert. A special pie. It was special because it was her mothers recipe. And it all looked so good, she was starving. But then again, she wondered what he would think. Not to base anything. Just because she was curious. Tell me, do you fancy sweets? My mother has this brilliant recipe. It is very special. One bite is usually all you can need to sweeten your mouth.
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Etarlm knew that the enchantment took hold on her by teh way she kept shifting. She was of Sidhe blood after all, pleasure and enjoying oneself was the main focus of most of the ewaking hours of his people. He could only imagine that she had all of the same instincts lurking around in her somewhere. And if he could bring them to the surface, so much teh better. He looked at the foods, and admitted to himself that he would have to try and acquire the taste for mortal foods. They would never be as fine as those made with teh exotic, and in some cases, narcotic seasonings that he was well used to, but...some of those plants did grow in the mortal realm. It might be useful to have another path to work on the girl. He listened to her as she asked after sweets. Now this was a topic he didn't need to exaggerate or avoid. My people have spent ages perfecting the art of sweets. They are something of a weakness of mine, I confess. In my home realm, I had three confectioners that had been honing their craft for nearly three centuries. They made sweets that sveral mortals had willing died to taste. But that being said, I will certainly sample the pie of your mother. He hracefully lifted out a slice of the pie. He found it still hot, steaming as he took it. That was good. An attention to details that spoke of a person who did care about their craft. He repeated the motion, serving her as well. Now that the pie had been served, adn spoken of, he admitted, that he had perhaps a slightly higher than normal expectation of it. He took a bite. Oh, she had been clever, to haarvest the ice berries near the gates to the ways. And she had put them baked, which released the flavour, and piercing sweetness. It was a Sidhe dish, made in the Sidhe way. He could taste the faint contaminants though, the faint smoke of the wood fire that they had needed to burn to bake it, the paint, acrid taste of the iron dish it had been made in. He resolved to see about finding a ceramic of glass dish for the kingdom. It he was to live amongst them for a time, they could at least be made more readily able to provide him with acceptable foods. And the dish would provide them with a finer taste. You mother has brought your people a rare gift. The food is made in the manner of my homeland. I will extend her my compliments the next I see her. He admitted. He let out a slow breath, as though savouring the flavour, which he was doing, but also using that emotion to try and test the bounds of his powers. Nothing elaborate, or overly significant, but he could see the edges of his enchantment on her. he smiled pleasantly at her, as though enjoying the sight of her, adn he pushed as much power back into the enchantment as he could. It was a weak bump, but it would likely ignite when she had a bite of her own, causing a pleasant tingle across her body. When that faded, she'd be left with a slightly more heightened state of being bothered as she had been when he'd touched her.
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She actually smiled now. A real smile since meeting him and it didnt feel forced. If anything, they both could share and agree about sweets. Even if they arent the same kind and he seemed to definitely have a higher regard for sweets made by the Sidhe, they nevertheless had a sweet tooth. And that was more than enough for her considering she didnt trust him and didnt want to like him. Although her body seemed to be thinking otherwise which was driving her further mad. Because this was not okay at all. But when he gave her a slice of pie, she didnt reject it. She took it but looked to him as he took it, as if subconsciously wanting to get approval. And he seemed to approve which only just made it better. Not for her. But just for her mom. What could she say? Elarinya loved her mother a lot and considering he was another Sidhe as she was, perhaps she was trying to find a common thread here so no one was unhappy. Especially given the conditions in which he was brought here. Not that he came here willingly. So maybe she was trying to mediate things. Make him not hate being here so much, find something to like here. Its been peaceful for the most part at court. She didnt want that to go away because she was eighteen now, ready to be married and had to follow a tradition that right now she was thinking was stupid. Especially if it meant she wouldnt find love. Blinking her eyes, she pushed those thoughts away and took a bite of the pie. It was heavenly, as it always was. It was her favorite dessert and if she could, shed eat this pie all the time. It tasted better than usual. Maybe the circumstances. Maybe because she was completely unaware of the magic in it from him. She savored the taste and whatever she was feeling before, she felt again. That same tingle. Maybe it was something in the air, maybe it was just her nerves of being alone with such a dangerously handsome Sidhe that could probably do a lot worse to her than good. Hed be very detrimental to her health. It is my favorite and a very important factor of my childhood. Now, my mother makes it just for me. No one else really but her and me have a sweet tooth that can handle this pie. And my sisters dont care for it too much. They say it is sickly sweet. Then she smiled again. I say they do not know delicious sweets when they see them. And she took another bite of her pie. Her mouth was overloading on sugar and sweet but unlike her sisters, Elarinya could probably eat half of that pie and still crave more. It might just be the Sidhe in her.
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Etarlm had the thought that this girl might be the strongest bearer of the Sidhe blood amongst her sisters. Still a weak, watered down blood, but it was there. Perhaps he had been fortunate to have been 'given' to this girl, rather than one of her sisters. He ate a few more bites, honestly savouring the taste of the ice berries. He had the other thought of seeing what remained of the berries that had been gathered. He could pass along a trick of making them candied. That would likely rot the teeth right out of the mouth of most mortals. They were a delicacy in the Highest Courts, something that it was unlikely that Elarinya's mother would have ever properly experienced. As he ate, he simply gazed at her, putting an affectionate, somewhat eager look in his eyes. It was something that suggested that as much as he enjoyed the sweetnes of teh pie, he might be seeking after...something else. Something with a different kind of sweetness. He ate each bite slowly, savouring the taste, but making sure that each moment was spent making it clearer that he was finding her more alluring. You are indeed fortunate to have a mother able to create such a food. It shows much honour to your heritage. More than I might have thought. You people are proving to be more interesting than I thought. more...stimulating. He said this last with a lower tone, injecting it with that edge of a husky underlay. He smiled, slowly, with a sly look that was calculated to be more alluring.