Witchman2

21:43:33 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord [ The pair would of course, at the end of the ritual, find themselves standing still in that bloody circle. Only now Gwenael would feel the sticky, humid air against her skin. The oppressive heat of the swamp at the edge of the jungle lightening thanks to
21:43:33 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord nightfall looming slowly. This part of the swamp was, like most of Nazmir, ruined and overgrown. The wildlife dominating everything, the chirp of birds, the shrill of bugs, the thunderous crash of a waterfall not too far assaulted the senses. The Witchman
21:43:33 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord took a step back out of the portal to glance around, taking in a deep breath. "We are here." He rasped.
21:46:51 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord hasn't felt this heat, this sticky warmth and familiarity, in so long she's almost forgotten it entirely. Somewhere around this part of the continent, a little red toad lives that she should go see some time so he doesn't think she's forgotten him. Her »
21:46:51 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » ears rotate towards the waterfall, then quickly pad down against her skull. "It's been a while since I've been here... I probably should've prepared a bit better." As she says this, she smacks her arm. Damn bugs. "What do I need to do?"
21:48:35 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord motioned for her to follow. "Whatever we ask of you." He rasped as he began to trudge up the overgrowth, a nearby shrine still somewhat intact with only a few vines trying to claim it----he lumbered past it. "A dire ritual needed, a pact to be sealed.
21:48:35 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord Then, we shall be ready for what you need, then it may be carried out, then it shall be solved." He rattled out as he laid his left hand over his chest while he moved up.
21:50:38 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord follows him quietly, listening and drawing her conclusions for a moment before she opens her mouth to speak. "Does this mean that you aren't whole, yet?" she asks, trudging through the overgrowth behind him.
21:54:06 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord let loose a hearty chuckle at that. "We are not whole? Amusing." He rasped as the pair approached a massive, sprawling tree. It's roots raised high to allow passage beneath it, and it was different than the rest. Much of it's lower bark had been carved
21:54:06 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord with strange shapes and script throughout it. Dozens upon dozens of shrunken heads, bone-chimes and guts-viscera hang from strings and makeshift shelving that have been woven through the inner roots of the tree. There were a few crates and bags strewn
21:54:06 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord about underneath. "Come, sit." He said as he got to the center of the undertree. A small, stone slab altar sat in the center. Deep groove cuts covered the surface as the Witchman sat around it.
21:57:27 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord unfortunately can't see most of what is hanging around, but does her best to follow any bobbing or weaving he does so that she doesn't accidentally get whatever weird, spooky things someone called the -Witchman- has hanging around his hidey hole stuck »
21:57:27 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » in her antlers. That would be bad both for her stomach, and for their bond, she's sure. She settles down rather close to him, again mostly out of fear of touching something she's not supposed to solely because she can't see it. "I don't understand »
21:57:27 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » what you meant, then, if not that. A pact sealed? Do yoy mean... I must make a pact with you?"
22:00:41 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord gave a nod at that as he reached over and pulled the stone-slab altar to be between them. "Yes, we have made an agreement when we undertook this. His soul is our payment, so it shall be." He slowly drew out a his same, jagged dagger with the jewels along
22:00:41 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord the grip. He sat it down across the stone-slab altar that was now before her. "We must ask you, Gwenael. Shall you make this pact of own will?"
22:04:04 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord flicks her ears at the stone being dragged, the sound strangely appealing and drawing a shudder out of her that cuts when the dagger's clink hits her ears. She looks down at the stone, and presumably, the dagger, then back up to him. "You want »
22:04:05 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » Yelle'anar's soul after I'm finished questioning him. What will you do with him?" It is a curiousity, not something she must know to make this bargain, made clear by the way she scoots until her knees hit the side of the little altar and she looks »
22:04:05 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » down at it again. "He will be yours, once I'm done."
22:06:49 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord canted his head. "We will bing him first, see if he is of us to us." He paused a moment as he reached over and procured a small silver bowl. "Then we shall devour it." He rasped, setting the silver bowl down on the altar. "We must cleanse you first before
22:06:49 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord the pact is sealed, Gwenael. It will be good for you, and the weight upon your spirit shall be lifted for this." The Zandalari bobbed his head with a nod at that. "Only a few drops of blood are needed for that into the bowl." He said as he began to pluck
22:06:49 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord a few white, pale branches that were exceptionally dry from one of his satchels and dunked them into the silver bowl.
22:10:24 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord dips her chin, nodding. "Only fitting," she mumbles, burying her smirk down deep in the pits of her stomach. What memories she does have of the man they're going to try to speak with are -not- fond, made obvious by the light chuff that escapes from her »
22:10:25 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » after he says that Yelle's soul will be consumed. She continues to mime watching what he's doing, really only paying attention to what his hands do and where they go so that she can have a semblance of an idea of what's happening in the black abyss »
22:10:25 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » of her lack of sight. "Cleansing me... What does that entail? Should I be worried about what it might do to my bond with the Stag?"
22:13:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord canted his head as he watched her, head tilted at an angle the whole while. "Spirits stalk on our side of the veil with each passing moment. They linger, claw and tether at our being. Such things stain upon us, some more malevolant than others. We cannot
22:13:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord allow their taint to filter through our pact. It shall do nothing to bond with the Stag, only cleanse you of the malevolance that you do not know is there."
22:15:57 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord grows visibly more nervous as she listens to him, her ears drooping, fingers silently beginning to dig nails into her wrist, teeth sinking into her lower lip. "You mean that... Even though he's dead, Yelle can still hurt me from the other side if I »
22:15:58 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » don't do this?" She hesitates, but holds her hand out to him, over the altar and the bowl with her palm face up.
22:19:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord collected the dagger. "Only a prick for the cleansing, more will be needed for the ritual." He pressed the tip to her finger, only making a small cut as he then squeezed her finger to bleed out a few drops into the silver bowl that was filled with that
22:19:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord strange, pale drywood branches. "The spirits are everywhere among us, they act in malevolance or trickery as they please. We devour them." He rasped as he lowered her hand back into her lap and sat the dagger onto the altar. He ignited the branches that
22:19:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord were coated in those few drops of blood as the Witchman began to chant in some strange language. The few droplets she could see began to bubble, boil and sizzle as the fire began to consume the drywood branches. A white smoke began to rise from the silver
22:19:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord bowl as he blew it towards Gwenael. "Breath in." He rasped.
22:23:33 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord softly grunts at the prick, the golden fluid seeping out a bit quicker than the average person's blood. As he pushes her hand back, she pops that finger into her mouth for a quick second, pulling it out again with the minuscule cut sealed and gone. Her »
22:23:34 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » hand falls into her lap and she nods as he speaks, explains. Teaches her even if he is unaware he is legitimately doing so. As he tells her what to do, she leans in a bit, closing her white-gold eyes and deeply inhaling, her brows knitting a bit as »
22:23:34 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » she does so and keeps that breath in her lungs for a moment before slowly exhaling, her eyes opening again and focusing on him.
22:27:19 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord gave a nod as she breathed in that smoke, but as she began to exhale it she would find it didn't come out so easy. What little bit of that silvery-white smoke she had taken in and managed to get out of her came out black, it was then when the Witchman
22:27:19 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord reached out. He wove his fingers through the tangible substance, it parted like shadowy threads as he coiled his fingers in it and then he pulled. Gwenael would feel the fibers running through her cavity, even down her limbs as her nervous system surged
22:27:19 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord as a foreign substance pulled at her insides. The Witchman pulled as he chanted quietly under his breath, pulling that midnight tether toward's his own maw of his mask. As he reached it he would press his hand into the abyssal maw of that boney-visage. As
22:27:19 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord he withdrew his hand he would begin to just pull and weave that substance out from Gwenael as he began to devour it.
22:33:39 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord tries to clear her throat, cough, something - anything to get the smoke to leave before he leans forward, her concern rooted in the fear that this thing won't let her breathe now and she'll suffocate on the darkness that can't escape. When the Witchman »
22:33:40 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » comes closer and tugs that black smoke, her eyes widen, not out of the same fear, but out of wonder. Her hands lay over her stomach as he pulls, dragging the ichor out of her and consuming it for himself. She braces herself on her knees, palms »
22:33:40 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » pushing into her thighs' tops as she tries to loosen herself, allow this dank to be pulled from her, gold welling in the corners of her eyes that close as she pleads mentally for the process to be over already.
22:36:44 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord continued to pull at that black substance, one of his hands even going so far as to reach out and settle on the side of her head. His massive palm dwarfing her tiny head as he held her steady. With one finally wretch, he woul heave and pull the last bit
22:36:44 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord that seemed to 'snap' out of her as it all disappeared into that shadow maw that obscured the troll's face. He sat back on his heels over the altar, his shoulders heaved and his chest lurched as black blood came spewing out from the boney mouth as the
22:36:44 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord Witchman coughed and hacked it out. The black blood raining down into the silver bowl where that dying fire was quickly snuffed out by the fluids. He doubled over slightly, placing his hands on either side of the altar to steady himself as he breathed
22:36:44 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord heavily, recouperating.
22:41:32 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord winces at the hand on her face, her visage twitching and gold slithering further down her cheeks in thin streams now. When the vile ichor's last thread is torn out of her, she coughs, retching and holding her throat as she struggles to regain a »
22:41:32 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » breathing pattern that isn't borderline hyperventilating. As he expulses the inky fluid back out, she trembles, leaning back away from the altar as the whole of her body shudders with her still heavily adjusting breathing. Hand still on her throat, »
22:41:33 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » she looks up at him, not sure what to address first and simpering instead of actually speaking for a moment.
22:44:03 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord takes one final deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before he expelled it softly. Composed, the Witch Doctor sat back and motioned before them. "Voodoo is not a pretty thing, little Doe. Powerful though it is, costly upon one it can be." He breathed
22:44:03 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord in sharply. "You are cleansed of whatever taint has tethered to you... for now." He rasped, his voice even more hoarse than usual. "We continue, yes? Or do you need a moment or few questions?"
22:46:53 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord rubs her thumb against the center of her throat, slowly shaking her head at his question. "Nothing powerful is ever pretty... Is it?" Mumbling, she's staring down at the altar and the mess created upon it. Even the beauty of the Stag ceased to exist »
22:46:53 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » when it was necessary to be forceful. Her head shakes, and she hesitates to look back up at him. "I am fine. I don't need any more time."
22:49:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord gave a nod at that. "Very well, Gwenael." It was then he began to unwind the bandages around his hand to expose his pale flesh. He sat his hand down, palm up on one side of the altar. "Place your hand upon the altar like so on the other end." He rasped as
22:49:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord he sat the dagger down in the middle of the little engraved stone-slab. "Speak the full name of your flesh, then carve your palm and bleed into the grooves of the stone."
22:55:12 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord watches his hand move, trying to use where he's positioned himself as a guide for where her arm should now go. She scoots a little to her left, removing her bracelets and setting them on the ground before laying her arm palm-up on the slab. Her other »
22:55:13 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » hand holds out, waiting for the dagger to be placed in it so she doesn't bumble and knock over the bowl by mistake trying to feel around for it. That is, until it clinks against the stone. Her ears rotate, and she immediately knows where it is, »
22:55:13 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » reaching for the blade and plucking it up. Solidly, she places the tip of the blade on her open palm, speaking before digging into her flesh with a wispy, hitched groan. "Ilfryth Gwenaël Glenwood-Zenbwon'tulak," she states clearly, giving every »
22:55:13 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » name she has ever borne that she is currently aware of before slicing her palm open and turning her hand to let the golden fluid spill where it is meant to.
23:02:43 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord nodded as he listened to that, reaching over to collect the dagger himself with his hand not resting upon the altar. As he spilled her golden lifeblood it would begin to pour and follow through the grooves, they were almost like that of a labyrinth carved
23:02:43 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord upon the face of this small, old stone slab. He then jams the blade into his palm, digging through it before he sets the dagger aside and turns over his palm, his dark blood running down that pale, palid flesh to join her own through the grooves till they
23:02:43 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord overfill and meet in the centerpiece of the altar. A small circle where their bloods intermingle and even begin to bubble. "This flesh we are bound of agrees. N'taganda binds this pact in it's blood with this one, it shall be seen through or the price be
23:02:43 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord paid." He rasped as he sat the dagger aside and gave a nod. "It is done, the pact is sealed."
23:07:33 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord remains entirely still, her gaze focused on his hands through the entirety of the process, even as the minuscule pops of the bubbling blood fluids reaches her ears, she stares at his hands. Until he states the pact is made. "The flesh you are bound »
23:07:33 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » to... You mean that this is not -your- body?" Her gaze flicks to meet his mask, whatever is beyond it that she might be able to see of him - them. her cut hand curls into itself a bit, but remains on the altar, blood trickling from the wound. "What »
23:07:34 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » else must we do to prepare?"
23:09:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord rewound the bandage around his hand, making sure to have all exposed skin once again hidden away. "This flesh is his, he is one of us." He rasped, collecting the altar he stood up and moved to one side of the tree, setting it down in a shallow pit before
23:09:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord burying it. He then collected a few things, rummaging around before returning. He held out a small cup of juice to the woman before he sat down. "We are ready."
23:11:46 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord pulls her hands into her lap, only neglecting to seal the wound in case that would cause some sort of unknown damage to the ritual. She watches him go, and come back again, looking down to his offered hand when it's extended towards her. "So now I jsut »
23:11:46 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » need to get into the study in the estate," she nods, still staring blankly at the cup. "What is this?"
23:14:03 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord gave her a curt nod as if to answer her first question, but he continued. "Yes, whenever you are ready and you may enter this study---we may begin. We shall come with you there when all is set in motion and from the veil we shall pull his soul." He
23:14:03 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord rasped, his black sockets where his eyes should be--hidden away behind that mask--leveled with her gaze. "Juice."
23:17:41 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord nods, tapping her untouched hand's fingers on the other arm's wrist. "I should be able to get to the door now... Or soon. I just need to be able to clear away the planks that've fallen in front of the doorway." She looks back at the cup, then to him, »
23:17:41 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » and the cup again. "Just juice? What for..?"
23:20:54 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord sat still, his hollow gaze still set on her as the troll seemed unmoving. "You have spilt a good amount of blood, and been through an ordeal." He paused a moment, a silence lingering as he seems to comfortable fall into it before breaking. "Juice is good
23:20:54 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord for that at times."
23:24:40 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord chuffs slightly, a faint grin finding her lips as she shakes her head. "Of course... Duh." Assuming they are truly finished now, she touches her cut palm with her other hand, both lighting up in a faint pale green glow for a moment then fading, the »
23:24:40 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » slice sealed and bloodflow ceased. Reaching out, she takes the cup and brings it towards herself, taking a swig before settling it in her lap and staring down into it. She's silent for a moment, not looking at him even as she speaks. "I never »
23:24:41 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » asked... Why are you helping me?"
23:28:01 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord shifted a bit, possibly to try and enter a more comfortable sitting position. The movemen causing his gnarled staff to run against the low hanging chimes, skulls and dangling heads to earn a nice cacophany of sounds before he settled back in. He dipped
23:28:01 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord his chin so the mask faced her at a slight downward angle as he sat in silence, for thought? effect? how he is before he re-leveled the visage with her. "Why are we helping you?" He simply asked her.
23:31:13 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord glances up his way as he shifts and moves, her own slight discomfort in how she's sitting finally starting to creep in and nag at the back of her mind. She unfurls her legs from under herself, crossing them in front of her pretzel-style and letting her »
23:31:14 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » hands rest on her crissed ankles. "Yeah. Why are you helping me? We've only known each other a short time and we haven't discussed any exchange of gold for services, so it isn't as if your doing this for monetary gain. So... What is it?"
23:33:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord motioned with his hand, to nothing in particular really as he seemed to just be weaving his fingers through the air. "Material things are worth so little in the grand scheme of things---we cannot bring them all where we are destined to go, Gwenael. You
23:33:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord know this." He rasped. "No, you have paid us. One soul, a weight in gold that cannot be matched." He lowered his hand back down to his lap. "You think we only aid you for monetary value?"
23:37:41 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord shakes her head, thumbing the cup a bit idly as she tilts her head to the side and bites her lip. "No, I don't. I don't know what I thought you were doing this for. Even before I helped you get your friend back, I didn't know what made you even »
23:37:41 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » consider helping me." She exhales through her nostrils quietly. "I suppose I will pay you, then, in something more valuable than gold." Chuffing, she takes another sip of the juice, holding her tongue on the thing she wants to say, but knows she »
23:37:41 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » shouldn't for a multitude of reasons.
23:40:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord watched her in a long silence as she seemed to trail off in that. The troll loomed over her, leaning towards the Elf a subtle inch. He reached up and tapped the jaw of his mask three times preciesly before lowering his hand back into his lap. "What is it,
23:40:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord Gwenael. You may always speak freely, we have undergone much in short time we like to think." The troll's voice was hoarse, gravelly moreso than usual thanks to the occurances today.
23:44:21 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord bites her lower lip a bit harder, letting it slip from between her teeth as she shakes her head. "It's nothing. Silly thoughts that don't have any bearing on anything of import." Pushing a faint smile onto her face, momentarily, she looks up at him and »
23:44:21 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » lets her hand come up without word or warning towards his face - the mask. She does not touch it, but lingers close, silently sitting there like she's asking permission to touch him without actually asking.
23:46:19 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord doesn't react in stopping her, as a matter of fact he sits still as he hand nears the mask. An invitation? who knows. He breaks the silence briefly though. "There is something, it is not silly. When you speak of such ways they are of the opposite, it is
23:46:19 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord of importance. Speak it." He rasped.
23:50:13 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord keeps her hand where it is, dangling in space, as she shakes her head. "If I told you, you would change your mind about that," she chuffs, though it's clear that she's doing so to avert from having to answer. She -does- believe the thought is silly, »
23:50:14 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » and that's the only reason she doesn't want to give it the life in being voiced. As she silences, her hand slowly closes the gap between itself and his mask, fingertips grazing it lightly as she looks not beyond him, as usual, but at him directly.
23:54:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord reaches up and places his hand over hers that ran along his mask, encompassing her small grasp and bringing her to clench the sunbleached mask. He then pulled it up and off his face before lowering it down while she still held it, her hand in his down
23:54:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord onto her lap. His face revealed was symmetrical and his skin was exceptionally pale as to be expected. From his neck, or at least what the bandages didn't cover there was a thick black tattooed line running up past his jaw, along his cheek and ending at
23:54:14 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord the base of his eye onto his eyelid. His eyes though, they were a dim color. Milky white, the Witch Doctor either having failed or at least poor eyesight indicated. The way he talked and carried himself betrayed his youthful face. "Say it."
23:59:24 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord swallows, the first movement or sound she's made since his hand laid over hers. Despite not being able to see much of the mask, or the detailing of his visage, she had expected... Different. Perhaps a much older outline, decrepit and waivering as the »
23:59:24 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » flesh nears its end. Perhaps she'd assumed he had no real face at all underneath the barrier that clouded her vision. Her voice, when she does finally speak, is soft and mousey; not afraid, but timid. "I was going to say that I thought I was special »
23:59:24 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » to you for some reason." She shakes her head, looking down at their still touching hands.
00:06:25 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord watched her, a few emotions seemed to try and tug at the troll's expression, but he almost seemed to expertly hold back the tide from showing what lay beneath. He shifted the way he sat, canting his head as he looked down at her hand in his, his mask in
00:06:25 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord her grasp. He gave her hand a squeeze before he looked back up to her, his freehand reaching out to cup her cheek. "A pact we have made with you our first night, we cannot break such a thing less you do." He opened his maw to say more upon it, closing his
00:06:25 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord mouth for a moment as he swallowed the thought. "We stand at a precipice, and cannot go forward for it."
00:13:16 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord stares down at their hands for a long, silent moment, her eyes bouncing between each of their hands as she tries to think through the fog in her head. "I can't --" she shakes her head, her fingers tightening around the mask for a few seconds before she »
00:13:16 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » looks up to him once more. "I love my husband," she states, true as written fact. "I don't want to hurt him." As she says this, she brings both of her arms up towards her chest, keeping his mask in hand and now tucked there as she stands and stares »
00:13:16 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » down at the ground. At him out of her peripherals. She hasn't had to make a decision of this magnitude before, and it's clearly written on her face as she turns it to meet his. "Does that mean that I wasn't being silly, though..?"
00:18:13 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord slowly rose to his feet before her, his movements were ethereal like that of a specter. He reached down and placed his hand on that mask she clung to. "You are not silly for that, no---but a difference it doesn't make." He would go to try and lightly pull
00:18:13 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord the mask from her. "If your words are true, then why do you feel what you do and do what you do here." He rasped. "Or are we silly in thinking such in turn."
00:23:14 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord breathes a bit slower, deeper as he stands, clearly trying to keep herself leveled out as he reaches for the mask. She doesn't relent it to him, not wanting the conversation to end before she's satisfied with it and fearing that the return of the mask »
00:23:15 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » meant the end of the discussion. Of the rationalization. "Everything makes a difference," she states, looking out of the corner of her eye to the ground. "Perhaps because... After so long of not being important or special to anyone, I don't want to »
00:23:15 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » miss out on being that way to anyone that might see me like that." It's a realization she'd come to herself not long before, and it makes her chest fill with cotton. "You have shown me, now I will show you." She reluctantly hands back the mask, »
00:23:15 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » waiting until he's taken it to continue.
00:26:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord 's white eyes were locked down on her expression, his own was neutral and seemed to be cut in stone--unflinching as he listened. As she handed the mask back to him he held it for a moment, not putting it on just yet. "Such a great shame that you are to
00:26:51 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord feel that way---a pity even. I could do so much more." He spoke in the first person for a moment of clarity, a sigh left the troll as he closed his eyes. "Show me, then---or end this dance for it's illusion can turn malevolant."
00:32:18 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord frowns up at him, but nods, electing to not bring up the change in inflections. Her hands go up and back, filtering through her hair to the clasp of her top's neckline, which covers the majority of her throat in dark fabric. When she undoes it, she »
00:32:19 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » holds the front of the shirt up to maintain coverage of her chest, but lets her neck be exposed. Along almost every section of the previously hidden skin is dark, violently and permanently bruised in the layered shapes of handprints. She maintains »
00:32:19 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » eye contact with him to the best of her ability, her tone leveling out. "You would not be the first man to be violent towards me."
00:35:16 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord canted his head as he raised a brow at that. He reached out to her, pressing his hand to her cheek. "You misunderstand our words, we would never wish harm upon you, Gwenael. We speak of this game turning malevolant upon our feelings." He rasped. His cold
00:35:16 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord expression twisting into a small smile. "We have only wanted the opposite of such terrible things for you, and I." He continued to speak in the first person.
00:39:48 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord flinches at the touch at first, her eyes closing as she does so and remaining tightly clenched as he speaks, as she does, as well. "I thought you did not do feelings and emotions. Only fucking." This is her attempt to burn the bridge, despite the match »
00:39:48 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » not even being lit. Her eyes open again, focusing up on him, waiting for that answer that half of her is certain won't be what she needs to hear.
00:42:36 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord looked down at the inside of his mask held in his other hand. "We thought so too, Gwenael." He rasped, his head tilting back up to turn his damaged gaze upon her own. "We were wrong." He then turned his attention back to the mask, running his thumb over
00:42:36 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord the inside. "You desire us to stop, we--I cannot. If that is what you desire, than it shall be fulfilled though. I shall be no more, but we shall continue to aid you."
00:46:40 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord follows what she assumes to be his gaze by the tilt of his head down to the mask in his hand. "I do not know what I want." It's a lie, and she's never been very good at that. But what she wants doesn't align with the promises she's already made. She »
00:46:40 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » reaches for his mask, taking it if he allows her to and holding it in front of herself, her mind completely blanking on her undone shirt and exposed scarring, though the fabric is fitted enough that it does not fall any further than letting her »
00:46:40 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » collarbones be seen.
00:52:23 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord didn't resist as he let her take that mask back into her possesion, looking he over as the consequences unfolded. His hand at her cheek slipped down, now just a finger pressed against her skin as it traced down her neck along her collar, dipping low
00:52:23 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord slightly before it ascended coming to a stop at the bottom of her chin. He pushed, tilting her head back as he troll had throughout this all leaned down slowly, methodically to close the height gap between the two. He was even mindful of her horns, his
00:52:23 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord tusks as he sought to press his lips to hers.
00:59:19 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord freezes as he touches her, traces the lines of her upper chest and grazes over scarred flesh. Genuinely, she doesn't see what he's about to do, not until it's too late and their mouths are already pressed together. Her breathing hitches, her heartbeat »
00:59:20 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » immediately skyrocketing as she looks at him with wide eyes, still not really processed enough in the moment to do much else but drop the mask entirely, her hands splaying out at her sides.
01:03:26 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord broke the kiss shortly after she seemed to freeze up. He leaned back a bit, only inching his face from hers. His pale, glossy eyes locked onto hers. He moved in silence from that point as he lowered himself down to a crouch to collect the mask before
01:03:26 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord rising back to his feet as he looked down at her in silence. Less she stopped him he would pull it back into place finally on his face.
01:07:54 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord remains still for a few seconds, only blinking back into the moment when the mask is placed back onto his face. Her arms come up, one hand touching at her lips and wondering how much of her lipstick he'd gotten on himself. If she should wipe the rest »
01:07:54 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » of it off her face before she leaves. She'd stared off at the ground without realizing, snapping back to soon after. Before he can make her leave, she reaches up, grabbing onto his robe and tugging him down to her level if he'll let her.
01:09:50 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord watched her actions intently for a moment, or at least one could assume as all there was were those black, empty sockets resting in the face of the mask. As she tugged onto his robe, he resisted for a second, but gave in, lowering himself down to her till
01:09:50 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord his mask was level with her face. "What." He rasped, the words reverbrating through the bones of the mask.
01:13:58 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord frowns at him, knitting her brows as she keeps her hold on his robes. "Don't take that tone with me... You started -this-." Despite her attitude, she's clearly trying to make herself believe that statement. She pushes up onto her toes and kisses the »
01:13:58 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » cheek of his mask, chaste, leaving a violet swathe of lipstick behind when she pulls away and lets go of him entirely. "I want to. I do." She clasps her hands together before replacing the collar of her top around her neck. "I should leave, before »
01:13:58 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » my will bends enough to let me be stupid."
01:15:48 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord slowly rose to his full height once more as he watched her. "So it has begun." Was all he said for a long while, giving a nod at her though as she said she should leave. He reached down for a moment and took her hand into his. "We shall send you back to
01:15:48 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord the city. We must remain here for the time being, things to tend to."
01:18:57 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord looks up at him with raised brows at what he says, but declines herself the nerve to ask what he means. She doesn't resist him taking her hand, watching him reach for it and move her as he pleases. Keeping her gaze there, she bites her lips and knits »
01:18:57 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » her brows. "Things that I caused..?" It is clearly an assumption, though it's a vague encompassment of both what had just happened and what is to come to complete their bargain.
01:20:52 Vicissitude-WyrmrestAccord lets go of her hand as he took out his dagger, slicing open his palm as the blood begins to flow from the wound. He began to circle the woman, tracing that rune needed to send her back. He worked so silently.
01:23:40 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord remains silent as well, wallowing in her assumptions and keeping her eyes closed as he circles around her. Cheeks have long since gone dark violet, the starmap across them glittering a dark black as she waits for him to finish, too ashamed to look at »
01:23:41 Ilfryth-WyrmrestAccord » him until the last moment.