Brothers by Caste

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Enele

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Brothers by Caste
« on: October 27, 2017, 11:05:13 PM »
Rosenheim was tolerable in the summer. Not as humid as the coast, but no where near as cool as the leafy shade back home. A man could walk around in a loose dress shirt without breaking a sweat. Unless he was walking for a thousand fucking miles. The first beads built up around his temples, pooling together until the droplets were heavy enough to slip down the curve of his cheek. Enele set a weak cooling spell around his collar. Weak because he was shoddy at that sort of Craft. He wiped at his face, too, without any care for the sleeves he was ruining.

The more he walked the hotter he felt. The hotter he felt the more annoyed he was. And the more annoyed he was the faster people scurried out of his way. Which made asking for directions pretty much impossible. They could smell the annoyance rolling off him. Their fear made him bristle even more.

His hands fiddled with the twine that kept his Rose secured around his neck. It sat there, flickering with energy just above his breastbone. The Opal was secured around his wrist but had the sad look of being more than half drained. He had used the Winds a lot lately. It really was time to think about buying a horse.

At the moment all he wanted to do was send a package home. Annoyed with the town, with his lack of a horse, with himself most of all. How had he forgotten? Well. He had been a hurry to leave. Still. How could he leave without giving Nyree her sweets? It would drive him mad until he knew they were in her hands. Or on their way to her hands.

Maybe if he had a fit one of the idiots that rushed over to calm him down would know where the post was. He dropped his Rose to scratch at his chin. Too caught up in his own growing temper to notice anything but more twisting streets and vague signs up ahead. None of them promised to deliver packages.

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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #1 on: October 28, 2017, 12:00:55 AM »

He was glad he’d came. Gladder still he’d stayed. Elia couldn’t pretend to understand Mori’s choices, but he didn’t question them. They were hers to make and he respected that. So he kept his mouth shut. And he got out of the way when he was in it.

Like today. So Elia wandered, taking in the sights and sounds. Picking up a few odds and ends and maybe a gift or two. And a lost Warlord Prince, by the feel of things. Vibrating just below him in the abyss. Making the people anxious. Familiar enough that Elia didn’t even snarl. Instead he pulled at his cuffs and took the next left.

It took a few blocks and one false turn, but Elia found him eventually. Enele from back fucking nowhere. Elia had never met a more troublesome bag of flesh in his life. That he could remember anyway. He’d had less frustrating marks, come to think of it. But that was what made him so much damn fun.

”Prince Enele.” Elia purred, leaning against one of the tall, fancy light posts so prevalent in Little Terreille’s cities. Stupid fucking things. Ruined a man’s night vision. ”Fancy seeing you here.” He wondered just what had gotten his friend in such a twist. And since he wanted to know, he asked.

”You look like hell. What’s chewing your ass?”

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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #2 on: October 28, 2017, 12:22:06 AM »
Lips rolling back to show the tips of his teeth Enele did snarl. Just for a second. He felt snuck up on. They twisted into a hard, appraising smile quickly enough. ”Prince Elia. Very fancy. You look so dolled up.” He motioned up and down his friends length- clearly judging his fashion choices.

Because a boy from literally back fucking nowhere had any idea about fashion.

”How does a shithole this size not have a place to post a package? Or decent street signs? Or at the very least, someone with the balls to stand still while I ask for directions.” He huffed. There was a ridiculous amount of gesturing at the city in general.

His temper was steady. A compliment really. A stranger would likely have been pinned to a wall by now. Or strung up to that light poll. ”What are you skulking around here for? Working?” Last he heard the province was quiet enough. And he tended to keep one proverbial ear to the ground at all times. That was how you got jobs in this business. Maybe that explained the cheerful look in Elia’s eye. Escort jobs usually paid in more ways than one. For a second his mind drifted to a little blonde healer. He licked his lips to work the smirk off them.

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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #3 on: October 28, 2017, 09:31:43 AM »

The snarling wasn't unexpected. And even if they were friends, Elia palmed his power. He'd get one chance to defend himself. A single shield for a brief moment. Hopefully long enough to Enele to remember they had hunted together as brothers and not as enemies. But it was all for show. Snarl turning to something like a smile. As close as that man ever came to it anyway.

He always looked mildly constipated Elia thought with a smirk.

"Not all of us can walk around looking like..." Elia tilted his head, eyes sweeping Enele. "Back water dog boys." He finished helpfully. He kicked away from the lamp post with the flat of his dress shoe and smoothed the buttons of his jacket. "The ladies here are a little more sophisticated than you're used to, I'm sure." Without fear, Elia joined Enele, respectful of personal space but not too worried about having his guts spilled.

He sure was pissy today though. Elia laughed, a short sharp bark.

"Well they don't carve them on the trees, I'm afraid." He took a deep breath, taking in the air. "And I think they one have one Warlord Prince in the whole area. A very polite and well leashed one. Come on. I saw a delivery service down this way." Elia could almost pity Enele. He'd had centuries to grow used to unfamiliar. Little Terreille had been half so busy the first time he'd hunted its street with the Fox.

And poor Enele was easily rattled. Not that Elia had ever seen his friend quite this... unsettled. It peaked the Wolf's curiosity, to say the least.

"I'm on vacation." His eyelids drooped. The pair of them looking like well satisfied Ancerian cats to the outside world no doubt. He rubbed his chin, certain his hands still smelled like Mori. It soothed and riled him all at once, especially with Enele by his side.

His.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in turn.

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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #4 on: October 29, 2017, 09:11:21 PM »
”Don’t feel bad. Not everyone can look good without the fancy threads.” Enele assured him with a smirk, running a flat palm pointedly over the stubble of his gray flecked hair. He had never lacked confidence, not since the Rose had been granted as his Birthright. But that first time stepping from the secluded backwoods of Nharkava into Little Terreille had definitely been a blow to his ego. He never did figure out the finer points of fashion. Just stuck to a lot of fitted black and the same brand of ankle high work boots. No one complained. Except Elia apparently. ”Ah well. Who needs a lady when I’ve got you to worry about how I look?”

So what if he had started it?

 ”Ew.” Enele rubbed the back of his neck as if just hearing the word leash might make one spring into existence around his throat. Not for this man. No, sir. Tremendous difference in ages aside that was one thing they had in common. An unusual, for their caste, aptitude for bucking leashes. Enele also thought it was nice to think someone might still remember him (mostly fondly) a few centuries after he died. Centuries. That reminded him. ”You’ve had plenty of time to learn the lay of the city. Lead the way, old timer.”

They fell into an easy step. A foot or so of space between them so that they dominated the sidewalk. People had been avoiding him before. Now that they were a pair of warlord princes people hurriedly crossed the street in open apprehension. The promise of having his search end satisfactorily was enough to ease Enele. Tension sobering, even if the weight of his caste and Opal rolled out before them like a welcome mat. Or a warning sign.

As they turned a corner a gaggle of light jeweled teens skittered into an ally. A little brunette witch hissed lightly, the boy whose arm she sheltered under pinched her fiercely. Enele growled lightly back. They were lucky he only killed for profit. Maybe their parents would get sick of them. ”Vacation, huh? She pretty?” There was very little scent to pique his interests or give any clues. But they were not the sort of men that took vacations for no good reason. Nine times out of ten, pretty women were the reason. Rumor had it his friend ran with a particular set. Enele knew better than to ask.

Warlord princes were possessive. Elia might not have been a huge threat, but they were friends. Brothers of a sort. So letting their secrets lie was what he considered an unspoken rule.

”Turns out some of those sophisticated ladies you mentioned like their dogs from the back water.” He answered with a sharp grin. ”Escorting a healer to some Queen’s shindig… how far is this place, I could have run the damn thing home myself by now.”

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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #5 on: October 30, 2017, 07:16:15 AM »

"I doubt you'd be able to keep one anyway." Elia smiled, eyes glinting. Too amused to be insulted. It was like a game. A test. Wet stone to wit instead of temper. "So someone has to keep you..." A sideways glance. "Civilized." The way the word rolled off his tongue made it sound as if Elia expected Enele to go naked in Nharkava. And maybe on all fours.

It wouldn't have surprised him any.

"Its rich, you calling me that with that hair." A fingertip ran along his jaw. Sometimes he wondered how many more years he had. Centuries or decades? But the Wolf did not often look forward, and he never looked back. That way lay madness. Too many questions. Too many uncertainties. It was like an ocean, full of riptides and unknowable depths.

Like the sea of people they waded through, their emotions pressing against Elia's outer barriers. He did better at ignoring them than Enele, who growled at some unfortunate witchling. But then, he didn't stroll around with his barriers half open and his dick hanging out like his current company.

"Bit young for eating, that." He casually strolled to the other side of the street and took a left. "And yes, she is." There, just below the surface, the monster lurked. His. Lifting a grizzled muzzle and turning the warmth of Elia's eyes into something different. More golden than brown. He knew he wasn't the only man to lose himself between those deadly thighs.

But there was sharing, and then there was sharing.

"How unfortunate for her." Elia tilted his head and pointed. Slowly the beast retreated, curling up, pacified. Elia was too curious about the package that was so damned important to fight Enele in the streets over rights to Morilinde. Who would just laugh at them both anyway and do what she pleased. "There, you impatient mongrel." Tucked quietly between to bustling shops. One selling outrageous hats and the other all manner of dusty bric-a-brac.

"I think Mori has an invite to the same event. Or her queen does. Something about dropping off presents." Elia stepped out in front of a carriage, horses screaming as the driver pulled them to an abrupt stop, spitting curses. At the horses of course, not Elia. As well dressed and well behaved as he was, there was still that something in the curve of his smile that promised hurt.

"What is this package anyway?"

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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #6 on: October 30, 2017, 05:51:45 PM »
Only because he was Elia did Enele accept the mild insult with a bark of laughter. They had hunted together, pulled of wild jobs side by side, they were men of equal footing and friends in a way many could not understand. Not dying together was a rather effective bonding experience. Usually Enele prefered temper and violence over banter any day. It would have been easy to just shove that smiling face towards the ground then see who was laughing. But he wet his lips and smirked instead, ”I’ve never been desperate enough to want one for keeps, anyway.”

Keep me civilized?” That was a new accusation. No one had ever called him civilized before. He didn’t begrudge the tone. Nharkava was a secluded, private territory for good reason. No one knew how the people just over the border lived. And if Enele could have gone naked, he might have. ”You turning into a prissy city wolf then?” He asked with a wink. Knowing very well that his friend could fake it with the best of them. At the end of the day though, the quick dive and howling blows of Elia’s power were enough to deal even his Opal a hefty blow. The world probably breathed easier knowing that Enele’s descents were always on purpose, with a specific target in mind. Almost ironic, though, that his killing Craft had more finesse than almost any other Craft he used.

They were like two sides of the same coin. Elia, debonair but insanely savage when he crossed the Edge. While Enele was half mad always, except when he found himself on the Killing Fields. ”This is excellent hair. It says I’ve lived through high stress situations and come out no worse for wear. It says I’m mature, and know what I’m doing.” He said very seriously, smoothing over the peppered stubble one more time. ”Works just long enough for them to figure out it's a lie, but I still get laid so why complain?” Priorities.

”Entirely too young. I like my women fully cooked, thanks.. And not raised in these high rise cages.” He motioned to a tall building to their left as they crossed the street. ”Wild has a better flavor. Even if these do put up a good chase.”

Even if he’d only recently discovered just how tempting that wildness was to his senses.

Catching the warning that lurked behind the keen brown eyes. He laughed. ”I’ll take your word for it.” Just so Elia knew, Enele was not on the prowl for that sort of satisfaction today. Josephine had done plenty to sooth the nerves Nyree had worn raw. She needed things a bit gentler than he would personally have preferred. That was alright, though. She had a great mouth.

 Piercing Elia with a sideways glance Enele shrugged, unconcerned. ”She only complained a little. I’ll wear a suit to the party, though, make up for all the bad dog moments.” He gave a throaty but playful growl from behind a wide, toothy grin. His pace picked up just a bit as the much sought after destination was pointed out. With a heavy pat on the shoulder he trotted a step ahead. He was impatient. It was driving him crazy- or crazier- that he had forgotten to leave them. Last night he had dreamt of the tree. Twice! Felt the bark biting into his thighs and could almost feel the give of her plump skin- no. Not the time to think of it.

”Oh yeah? I take it you’ll be escorting Lady Mori, then?” They cast simultaneous grins at the flustered carriage driver. In perfect symmetry except that Enele was still one single step ahead. Not quite rushing. That would draw too much attention. But not as casual as his friend either. ”What Court is she working in?”

A bell tinkled on the door but the man behind the counter already knew they were coming. He went from paled to flushed to pale again as Enele sidled up to the counter. ”Something I forgot to leave back home.” He didn’t elaborate. It was none of Elia’s business. There was a form on the counter for writing down delivery instructions. ”That’s the smart birds, right?” Shoving a blunt finger on the paper he leaned to the side so Elia could see where he pointed to the word corvian. The Kindred and their race names confused him, even if he did like them more than he liked most people. Why couldn’t they just call themselves birds. Smoke never got huffy when people called him a wolf. Snapped about the word dog from strangers, though.

Bird delivery. Nyree would get a hoot out of that. With a light thud he called in the carefully wrapped box of sweets and started scribbling away on the delivery form.

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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #7 on: October 31, 2017, 08:48:45 AM »

Yet, Elia thought to himself, in the dark, secure parts of his mind, where Enele could not hear. Even a whisper of it would have upset his companion, who ran from anything that looked vaguely leash like. Or shared a resemblance to commitment. Keeping everyone at a careful distance, except the nephew. Elia had noticed. And politely slapped Enele whenever he got too loose with his barriers. Too close to a queen's collar.

He didn't want to wear one either. But the urge didn't ride him as hard as it rode Enele.

"Sometimes you are almost passable." Elia smiled. "Almost." He accepted the wink and adjusted his tie. A deep, shining blue he thought brought out his eyes. "Turning? I have always been a man appreciative of life's luxuries." As far as he could remember anyway. "Why when I was your age!" Elia snickered, never finishing the joke. Centuries of living just to match this creature in age. And in a few dozen years, Enele would be dust and Elia would still be stalking the realms.

"I always knew how you kept them away, and now I know how you get them at all." He almost pitied the healer Enele was escorting. But by now he assumed the witch knew what she was in for. That or she was too stupid to be smart. Elia snorted. "You would think that." He looked up at the building, used to them by now he didn't even think of their height or the way people crowded into them. He didn't know how they stood all that barrier pressing.

"How kind of you!" Elia called out as Enele went ahead. One brow rose as he watched the quickened pace take his friend across the street. Eager. Why? He'd seen Enele eager for the hunt. Eager for the kill. But sending a package? Mother Night he'd never even seen him send a package before. What was back home that was so important? Something with Tama, Elia thought.

"I will be." Elia answered, following Enele through the door. "The one that just murdered the territory court." He said, pitching his words beneath the ringing of the bell. He smiled to the sweating clerk, careful to keep his hands in view and his posture relaxed while Enele fussed over a package and instructions. "Yes, those are the smart birds." A tiny bit of Craft. Small and unobtrusive, sliding along the label the clerk was filling out, copying from Enele's instructions. Safer than the package, or anything Enele was handling.

He was sure to notice. And react.

Just a little tracking, to fulfill his curiosity. Maybe he could convince Mori to take a little trip with him.

Elia watched patiently, wandering back to the door once his spell had set. He would let it ride from his White. Less likely to draw attention or be noticed. A nice, soft Jewel that many wore. His was more than capable of the task, Nharkava wasn't far. Much farther and it would have drained his Birthright dry and left him in danger of break. But he knew its limits. The exact lines not to cross.

"Are you done yet?" He asked, watching people pass through the window, one hand lingering on the door handle. Body angled so he could keep one eye on Enele. The package smelled of sugar. Perhaps Tama had had a birthday. "Where's Io?" Enele didn't often travel without her. Poor girl, stuck keeping the big idiot alive. The same way Enele kept him from falling into queens.

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« Reply #8 on: October 31, 2017, 01:34:26 PM »
”Thank the Darkness. I was worried it might be a drag.” With Elia there he could at least count on having a laugh- and a friend to notice if his barriers started to untuck. Sneaky things that they were. Always wanting to fall open when he got close to that heady scent. Queens. Now he’d be in a whole room full of them. What in Hell had he been thinking?

Of that clever fucking healer’s tongue, probably. His skin tingled but he didn’t know if it was the thought of Queens pressing against his barriers or the way Josephine’s lips- well. Did it matter which?

Then there had been the rush to leave the Waoud. The tingle turned to a spreading warmth.

”I just heard about Magda, Darkness Embrace Her.” And he meant the last bit. Enele had liked her no bullshit attitude. ”She tell you what went down? I’ve heard at least fifty different rumors.” Some of them made his stomach churn. Much as he refused a leash he had very traditional beliefs about loyalty and honor. Those men had taken a vow to serve. What had really caused such a horrendous bloodbath?

Was he laughing? Enele narrowed his eyes just a hint. No. Just playing well behaved for the clerk. A touch of relief as his friend moved away. There was no place for a note on the form. He didn’t have paper, either. She would be wondering, though, why he had forgotten. Or maybe no. Maybe she didn’t even notice anymore. He turned the pen in his hand towards the small package and scrawled out in scratchy but neat print.


Bee,
Didn’t forget, just had my hands full. Chocolate twists. Don’t get into too much trouble. Be back soon.
   P.s. Lean towards the sun and you’ll bloom where you’re planted; that’s the flowers’ secret
~Enele

”Yeah, yeah I’m finished.” He stood up straight again, dropping the pen back where he’d found it. The clerk was staring at him, less nervous than some of the people he had passed in the street. ”You in a hurry or something?” He asked over his shoulder while counting out marks. Before he left the counter he touched the package again, giving the clerk a silent but pointed look. The fellow smiled lightly and assured him the package would be well looked after.

Enele turned back to Elia, hands gravitating towards his trouser pockets. An uneven smirk etching over his lips. ”Getting laid, probably. Mother Night knows the old girl needs it.” Unless Mauki was still chicken footing around. He guessed the boy knew what he was doing. Seemed like things were heating up, anyway. ”Tama needs her there. He’ll be moving up from apprentice to journeyman soon. And this was a solo thing.”

The bell cheered them out of the door. ”I might head towards Shallene, next. You and Mori going back after this?” He chewed his lip thoughtfully. He had never met the woman rumor held would be the next territory queen. Been near enough to feel the edges of her power. And know she could suck him right on down the Abyss while he only fought long enough to cackle back a thank you. He was feeling good, though, this week. His head felt really clear. ”I was thinking about going. Introducing myself to that Gray queen.”

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« Reply #9 on: November 05, 2017, 07:53:39 AM »

"You could have said no," Elia smirked, suggestion in his dark eyes. Of course Enele hadn't said no. And Elia doubted it was because of the marks, not the way Enele had been smirking when he talked of some ladies liking dogs. Too bad they didn't know the wilder kin were much company.

"She wasn't there." Elia's lip curled in disgust. "She's to keep the lady's Steward safe, and he wasn't invited to the party." He didn't know what sort of man got himself left behind. Or why he'd bring out such a fierce defense in Morilinde, who hadn't liked Elia's snickering.

The spell went unnoticed, and Enele joined him when he was done scribbling away at his package. Elia gave him a look over. Strange behavior from his friend indeed. The clerk's reaction only brought it into more suspicion. Eking a little more power in the craft, Elia pushed the door open with a jangle.

''Maybe I am." The street all but twitched as the strode back out into the sunlight. Elia laughed. "Laid, eh?" Now that didn't seem like the Io he knew. Poor girl practically ran every time he glanced in her direction. How she hadn't fallen over dead in Enele's company had always puzzled him. "She going to have time with all this laying business?"

Elia tilted his head back, nostrils flaring. He couldn't smell her anymore. The distance too great, and the stink of the city having washed her from his clothes. He wondered what she was up to now. Mori had been sleeping when he left. Without consulting Enele, he headed off in the direction of the shop he needed.

"We might, unless she wants a bit of a diversion." His shoulders flexed beneath the tailored fit of his jacket. "All those edgy dark Jewels can get to a person." He worried about her. Less than he might of had she been anyone else. But then, Elia didn't much give a fuck about anyone else outside his small circle of friends. Which was about three people in total.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Elia asked, looking at Enele as if he'd grown an extra head. Or as if the sense leaking out of the one he had would be visible. "You? And Grey Jeweled Queen? Together?" Elia clicked his tongue and shook his head like an old grandmother. "What do you want to meet her for?" He could almost guess. Enele was demented. Elia was beginning to suspect he enjoyed queens creeping through his barriers as much as he claimed to hate it.

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« Reply #10 on: November 05, 2017, 10:11:11 PM »

Yeah. He could definitely have said no. Definitely. Even if Elia’s words prompted him to bite his bottom lip briefly. A sidelong glance told him beyond a shadow of a doubt his friend understood. If it came down to it Enele could blame his caste. Any warlord prince would understand a little temporary possessiveness over a short fling. Truth was, finding someone that wanted to screw more than just the once was… well he had his reasons for taking the job.

A sneer etched across Enele’s face, curling the bridge of his nose. ”Well at least she was safe.” He didn’t know how Elia felt about his womenfolk. They didn’t go messing in one another’s romantic shit. Not that Enele had any romance in his life. Some people were better off alone. Or so he thought. But the point was he liked the ladies in his life safe. Either nearby so he could do the protecting, or back home where he knew his tribe and reputation would do the same. After a split second he made a small sound as he dredged up an old half memory, ”Isn’t he a landen or something, though? The Steward… I think I heard something like that when the lady moved into the district court.”

At the time he had been preoccupied with some of the border scuffles up by Blackthorn. He did a lot of work in Rodgau. They were shit scared of the Eyriens up there. It made sense, though, for them to leave a capable defender behind if the Queen’s Steward wasn’t a fighter. They couldn’t all be. And Enele didn’t hold it against them. Took all sorts to make the world go round.

Chuckling he shook his head and shrugged his spread arms as if he couldn’t believe it either. ”I guess. She’s definitely got one of the local pups sniffing around. Has been for a while but pretty sure something happened last time I was home.” Maybe she would be less tense after. He was pretty certain she had been handling her own business, so to speak, since Dharo. All he knew, really, was that she was not a virgin. Not that it would have been his business or problem if she had been. ”It’s Io. She can multitask… Well.. Hopefully not that. Tama’s kinda young for a show.” His voice almost trailed off as he absent mindlessly followed Elia. ” You know what I mean.”

There was little else to do with the afternoon now. So he tagged along without asking if Elia minded. He’d tell him to get lost if he needed. ”Nothing wrong with a vacation. And you know how women get. You don’t remind ‘em to relax once in awhile…” They’d be helpless, he thought, without their boyos. Never knew when to take it easy and when to shield up. Crazy creatures. He’d never really understand most of them. Which was alright, he was positive the feeling was mutual.

Wise? Grimacing slightly Enele shrugged his shoulders. Honestly he just needed a good reason not to go home yet. Things had been… way tenser than usual. Licking his lip absently he strayed, mentally, towards the feeling of plump, taunt skin between his lips. Mother Night help him this girl was going to make Hell seem like a countryside retreat. ”I’ll be careful.” He avoided eye contact, suddenly very interested in the tip of his boot. It was well worn, probably close to needing a new pair. Fascinating, really. ”I can be careful. And your woman’s survived it just fine.” So logically, he would too. And wasn’t the Steward a landen anyway?

”When I started taking contracts in Little Terreille I introduced myself to Magda. Made sure she knew I wasn’t here to rip up her territory or cause a stink. It would be rude for me not to do the same now that this lady is probably going to take over.” And if he had to choose between his que- between Nyree, and a Gray Jeweled Queen… well at least the Gray would bring a quick death.

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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #11 on: November 15, 2017, 08:50:16 AM »

"Mori's always safe," Elia chuckled. Enele didn't know better, so he would forgive the poor bastard on Morilinde's behalf. "No. He wears the White, far as I know. Some sort of hearth warlord." Elia sounded both dubious and offended. Elia had an especially sly look on his face when he glanced at Enele. "I'll let Morilinde know he's thought a landen though." See what sort of trouble that brought.

"A puppy? How cute." He was snickering, picturing a ragged little dog prancing around Io's feet. Maybe it would do her some good. Though he hoped she didn't go getting herself knocked up. Someone had to keep Enele from jumping face first into stupid, and he didn't want the job permanently. "Is he?" Elia couldn't remember how old Tama was. Young. But they were all young, in comparison.

"You tell the women that, Enele. See how it goes over." And hopefully Elia would be around to watch him get his ears boxed for it. A guffaw. Elia looked at his friend as if he'd grown an extra head. Disbelief mingled with amusement, twisting Elia's lips into a smirk. "Enele, my friend, your idea of careful is so far from the actual meaning of the word its not even in the same dictionary." He'd seen one of those once, in a library, spread out on a table while he'd strangled the life out of some fat prick who liked beating his wife.

"Mori's been safe because she doesn't go about flapping her barriers open around every snatch she meets." Elia rubbed his neck and headed for the tailor's he liked in this part of town. He was a man, sure, but he knew his business and didn't make your temper prickle by some sort of magic. Elia thought it had to do with the fact that the man felt half dead, even though he was only half grey.

He'd had hair of pitch when Elia had first met, and his shop had been run out of his front room.

"I'm sure she'll appreciate it." Elia said politely, having no actual idea if she would or not. "Maybe we'll come along. Someone has to shut your mouth for you." He swung the door wide and gestured Enele in. "Come on. We're getting you suitable clothes for the party. I'll not have you embarrassing me by wearing your usual black." And then trying to talk to him in front of polite company looking like a salt and pepper pillar. It just wouldn't do. Elia had a reputation to maintain.

Enele

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
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Re: Brothers by Caste
« Reply #12 on: January 05, 2018, 10:05:05 AM »
Lips narrowing Enele shook his head slowly. ”I don’t even want to know what a hearth warlord is.” No matter what jewels one might wear. Was Elia taunting him? Making a ridiculous joke? There was nothing in the air to suggest it. Enele wasn’t about to go testing his friend’s barriers over it, either. Some subjects were best left undiscussed. ”How much difference does that really make? Can you even boil water with the White?” He teased, stepping sideways out of reach. In the grand scheme jewels meant very little to Enele. But he didn’t want to miss the opportunity to give Elia a hard time.

”Mhm. A scruff from the village. Nice enough I guess if she’s interested.” Patient, too, Enele imagined. He liked talking about Tama more and latched onto that subject instead. A hand by his cheek to measure height he nodded, ”Stands about this high now. Seventeen years old already… Which seems younger on him than it felt on me. I guess I had seen more at his age.” Did that mean he was doing a better job than his own father had? Seemed an easy mark to meet. All he had to do was not be a drunken slimeball. 

If it came to it Enele absolutely would… consider saying something of the sort. Eyebrow lifting as he shot Elia a grin he hiked his shoulders a few times. ”I know how to be careful-ish. I’m not dead, anyway. And I’ve sparred with an Ebon Gray Widow Queen.” He punctuated the sentence by poking the air with his finger. It was true. Risks were part of the job. As was charm. Enele wielded both in equal measure. Someday it might catch up to him. Until he did he would keep on living his life.

He didn’t want to talk about his barriers. Stupid traitorous things. They had never behaved for him the way other Blood’s did. Matching Elia’s clipped stride with a smooth leisurely gait of his own Enele turned his mind, and the conversation, in a more easily discussed direction. ”Suitable? I have clothes. Perfectly suitable party clothes.” They had arrived in front of a brick faced building. The sign promised haberdashery, the scent was male but mild. Snarling lazily Enele shook his head in half refusal but went inside anyway. ”Don’t be jealous you can’t pull of a simple suit like I can.”

Top lip rolling up briefly he sniffed the store. It had that almost clean but mildly musky scent of linen. You could smell the dust made from cutting fabric edges in the air. ”Besides, black is a good color on me.”

 

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