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Coming Together.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part VII - "Marauders"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: March 28, 2012

The day after Natalie’s visit went by without incident, Timoteo and Darrah training together again. With only nine days left until Benedict’s army was expected to reach the lord’s territories, they decided to make their training more intense. Dressed in their armour but only wielding the wooden training swords for attacking, they went at each other all throughout the day, barely taking breaks to eat or recover their stamina. At the end of the day, they were both sore and exhausted. The day after, Timoteo found Darrah strangely aloof. She barely spoke to him, and only when he tried to speak to her. After seeing her during breakfast, she disappeared. He tried finding her, searching high and low through the mansion, but he couldn’t see her anywhere. When the time for lunch came, he saw her again. She wouldn’t even look at him. He had no idea what was wrong, but when he glanced over to Natalie, he saw her watching him with a nasty little smile on her face.
Timoteo’s blood began to boil. He didn’t know what Natalie had said to Darrah, but it had obviously angered her. He suspected that Natalie may have tried telling Darrah that, on the night that Natalie had visited Timoteo, the two had fooled around. After lunch, he headed back to his room, intent on staying there for the rest of the day. When he tried shutting the door behind himself on his entry, however, he found the door quickly pushed back open, someone stepping in behind him. He turned around, seeing Darrah there. He hadn’t even realized that she had followed him back to his room. Her face was angry, her eyes upset. “Tim, Natalie told me about what happened. How could you?” Before he could reply, Darrah walked deeper into his room, walking past him. She threw her arms up by her sides as she said “You’re obsessed with girls with big boobs, aren’t you? You can’t help yourself when they show a bit of attention to you, can you?”
Timoteo said “Darrah, wait. Let me guess. Natalie told you she came to my room in the night, and we fooled around. Right?” Darrah turned to him, her eyes wide, curtly saying “Yes!” Timoteo almost laughed a little, saying “Darrah, she’s lying. She showed up here in this skimpy little outfit, wearing all this smoky makeup, and tried telling me that she was better for me than you are. When I finally convinced her that you and I aren’t together, she tried gloating about how good she looks and how much better she must be compared to Bianca. I just told her I wasn’t interested, and she got offended.” She cut him off from continuing, looking off to the side, crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression grew angrier as she said “Somehow, I believe you. It sounds like something Natalie would do. And...I noticed how she was smiling at you, earlier. Viciously, like she was getting revenge.” Timoteo was surprised she was believing him so quickly, but still went on to say “She tried blackmailing me, Darrah. She said she’d scream out that I was trying to rape her unless I did what she wanted, whatever it was that she wanted. When I told her nobody would believe her, she just got up and left. She told me making an enemy of her wasn’t smart.”
Darrah ground her teeth against each other, her eyes no longer upset, simply going furious. She looked back to him, her eyes widening a little, Darrah saying “She what?! That little bitch!” Darrah paced back and forth for a few seconds, angrily saying “Who the hell does she think she is? Skorm’s teeth, I don’t need her trying to have you tortured for months. Something needs to be done about her. I can’t stand her, she’s even worse than she was when we were kids.” She stopped pacing, turning to him, her expression relaxing. “I don’t think I got as upset about what she said as I could’ve. Part of me never believed her. After what you told me about you not falling for Bianca just because she showed some skin, it struck me as ridiculously hypocritical of you to fall for Natalie doing exactly that. You’re not a hypocrite, I know that.” Walking towards him, her voice quickly relaxing, she said “I believe you. I’m gonna have a talk with Natalie. Tell her I know the truth and that she better stay away from you, if she knows what’s good for her.”
Coming up to him, she surprised him with a little kiss on his right cheek, Timoteo’s face going a bit surprised. She wasn’t smiling, looking into his eyes for only a second as she said “I just want to thank you for not giving in to her. Of all people, Natalie would be the absolute worst.” She walked past him without another word, leaving his room. Timoteo, confused, just stood there for a few seconds. Eventually, still a little puzzled over how easily Darrah had believed him and how she had even kissed him, he just shut the door to his room and settled down to read his book. That night, at dinner, he didn’t see Natalie at the table with the rest of the lord’s family. When he asked Darrah where she was, Darrah just smiled darkly. “We won’t be seeing her for a few days.” Her vague explanation puzzled him, and he wondered if Darrah meant that Natalie was being confined to her personal quarters for a few days. The next day, seven days left until Benedict’s army was expected to appear, Timoteo awoke to the sound of Bianca’s urgent voice calling from his Seal.
Pulling open his pack, he grabbed his Seal, saying “Bianca, what’s wrong?” Bianca sounded deeply worried as she said “Tim, there’s a big trail of blood in the cottage! It leads from the front door all the way to the living room! It must have been Grizelda, but...I haven’t seen her in days, now. Why would she come back, wounded, and leave without letting me know? I don’t know what’s wrong, I don’t know what to think...I should clean up the blood soon...” Timoteo calmly said “It doesn’t sound like Grizelda to do all this without leaving a message or something...Not unless she thought it’d put you in danger, or something.” Bianca sighed softly. “I’m worried about her...But I need to trust her. It’s just getting hard to keep myself from trying to go out and find her. I wouldn’t even know where to look.” “It’s safest at the cottage, Bianca.” Timoteo said, softly. “I know...But, speaking of that, I found a book about Heal Life for you.” She said, her tone going soft and quiet, as it usually was. Timoteo smiled a little. Wanting to take her mind off of her fears about Grizelda, he said “Teach it to me?” Bianca chuckled lightly. “It could take a bit.” She cautioned. “I’ve got time.” He said, smiling a little more, his eyes content.
The rest of the day went by fine. Timoteo spent most of the day in his room, only coming out for meals. Late that night, while he was still reading his book, he heard someone grab at his door’s handle. He looked over, instantly aggravated, wondering if Natalie had come by his room again to try and blackmail him once more. “Is it standard protocol for rich people to visit you only at night?” He thought. He dropped his book to his bed, got up from it, and began to walk over towards the door. Just as he neared it, the person on the other side of the door abruptly pushed the door inwards, nearly swinging it into him. A little surprised by the door’s sudden movement, he saw Darrah standing there, looking just a little wobbly. She was dressed in her old apprentice Guild clothing, which was the first sign to Timoteo that something was amiss. The second sign was the way she regarded him. She looked just a little hazy, a little sleepy almost, but there was a fire of energy behind her eyes that hungrily drank in the sight of him. “There you are...” She said, beginning to walk towards him.
Her words sounded just a little bit slurred as she spoke. Her eyes were open only a little as she walked towards him, Darrah grabbing him by the shoulders when she reached him. Timoteo realized, then, that he could smell alcohol on her breath. His face going confused, his tone disbelieving, he said “Darrah, are you...Are you drunk?” Darrah grinned a little, saying “So what if I am? Lots of people drink until they’re drunk.” Turning him around, she took her hands from his shoulders, bringing them to his lower back and pushing against him. “Let’s go, come on...” She mumbled, sticking a leg out behind herself, swinging his bedroom door shut. “What happened?” He asked, letting Darrah push him along. Darrah rolled her eyes and spoke with extreme boredom in her voice as she said “Oh, I confronted that Bern...Uh...Bernard guy. Yeah, that was his name. I asked him why he didn’t think I could do a good job. He said that he just didn’t think the lord’s daughter could have much good leadership abilities.”
Darrah led him to his bed, and, rather strongly, shoved him down to it. He flipped over, facing her. He was about to get back up to his feet when Darrah held out a hand to him, sticking up a finger, wagging it back and forth. Grinning a little, her mouth hanging open slightly, she simply mumbled “Ah ah ah, you stay right there...” Timoteo raised an eyebrow, wondering what he should do in the situation. Darrah was obviously not in her right mind, thanks to the alcohol. Darrah continued, saying “So, I told him he’d have to follow me, l...Like it or not. He challenged me to a drinking contest, of all stupid things. Said he’d follow me without question if I beat him. Well, I kicked his ass!” Darrah grinned triumphantly, grabbing the bottom of her shirt, wobbling a little as she started to pull it upwards. Timoteo’s brow furrowed a little, but his eyes went slightly wide. What exactly did Darrah want, why did she come to him? “Why’s she starting to undress, for Avo’s sake?” He thought.
She pulled her shirt free of herself, revealing her pure white bra. She shook her head for a moment, letting her dirty blonde locks swing around. Grinning, she dropped her shirt to the floor by the foot of his bed. “I think I deserve a nice little reward for winning that contest, Tim...” She cooed out. Timoteo’s eyes went a little wider. He tried getting up to his feet, but she was upon him. Pouncing over him, she got over him on her hands and knees, pinning him to the bed. Grinning happily, she leaned over, starting to kiss at the right side of his neck. Timoteo unintentionally quivered at the delightfully electric feeling the kisses shot through his skin. Darrah whispered loudly by his ear, saying “I know that...You know that...I want you. I’ve always wanted you, but you can’t stand me, can you? You’re a mage, you’re such an intellectual. Can’t handle my roughhousing and teasing.” “Darrah-” “But I know that you want me, too. Mhm. I know I put you off sometimes, kept you from making a move. Or...Maybe I intimidate you. Do I scare you, Tim?”
She kissed over to his throat, starting to kiss upwards, moving along his jaw to below his chin. “Darrah, you need to stop this. You’re drunk, this isn’t really you.” He calmly said. Darrah grinned and paused her kissing for a second. “So what? I’m a little more confident. I like this. Maybe it’s not a bad thing.” She said. She suddenly jumped from the bed, jumping back from him and landing on her feet. She wobbled for a moment and almost fell backwards, but kept her balance in check, just barely. Undoing her pants, letting them drop, she smiled and said “Maybe I do scare you. I’m not trying to. Maybe I was never girly enough. Maybe that’s what Bianca has that I don’t, aside from, you know, giant boobs and a huge ass. That girl’s unnatural, she’s not playing fair.” In just her underwear, she stepped over and crawled over him again, grinning like a predator. “Darrah, please, I’m asking you to stop-” She cut him off, saying “Shhhh, shh-shh, just shhh...I know you want this...”
She brought her left hand to the right side of his head, feeling her fingers through his hair. She grabbed his left hand, pulling it up until she could plant it against her rump. Forcing him to squeeze her right cheek, she smiled and cooed “Not so bad, is it? I’m not hideous, am I? You like it, right?...I know you do. I can see it in your eyes. I can read you pretty well, Tim...” He pulled his hand out from under her’s, his expression starting to turn just a little annoyed. He brought his hands to her shoulders, starting to push her back as he said “Darrah, look, I’ve tried being nice, but you really should go to your room and sleep this off. This isn’t you, and-“ She grabbed his hands by the wrists. He tried pulling his hands away from her, but was surprised to find her using vise-like strength whenever he resisted. She sat up on her knees, bringing his hands to her chest, pushing them into her bra. “Not as freakishly huge as Bianca’s, but they’re still boobs, right? Besides, small is better! I won’t sag when I’m older, and I bet I’m firmer, too. They fit in your hands better than Bianca’s do, I’m sure...”
He tried pulling his hands away from her with more force, and she seemed surprised for a second before yanking his hands back, keeping them in control. He struggled more, but she simply responded by pulling his arms up past his head, resting them back against the bed as she got over him once more. “Avo, she’s strong...I don’t think she’s ever shown this much force with me, before. She’s really not holding back, she’s normally not even like this in training. Of course, I don’t often give her the chance to. I need to be careful not to upset her.” He rapidly thought, both surprised and worried.
Darrah smiled at him, saying “You know what, Tim?...I remember how, on Blue Mushrooms, we looked at each other naked...Avo, you looked so good...Your skin was almost shining from all the water. You liked me, too. You were blushing like a fiend.” Bringing her head down and starting to kiss at his neck again, sending flutters along his spine, she mumbled out against his skin. “I want to see how much you’ve grown, since then...” Timoteo raised his eyebrows, starting to become desperate. “Darrah, this isn’t right. You-” She cut him off once again, speaking with a bit of annoyance as she said “No, you know what’s not right? You leading me on for all these years. Making me chase after you, try to get close, only to have you push me away over something and start it all over again.” She suddenly smiled sweetly, bringing her head up, pressing a long, passionate kiss to his lips. He didn’t kiss her back. She kissed him twice more before pulling back.
Grinning and blushing a little, she said “I’m already dripping, down there. Let’s get going, I want my prize. You’ve gotta be hard, by now.” She raised her eyebrows, at him, saying “Now, be a good boy, Tim. When I let go of your arms, don’t tryyy to struggle. I want to say hello to “Timoteo junior”.” For some reason, she found her comment ridiculously hilarious, and she broke out into raucous laughter for several seconds. When her mirth finally died down, she released his wrists and began to move back on the bed. Timoteo knew what he could do to stop her. “Skorm, if I don’t do something, she might end up actually raping me, here.” He thought, grimly. She moved back until she was sitting over his thighs, their groins nearly touching. She smiled warmly, reaching down to his pants, beginning to rub at him through his clothes. Timoteo raised his eyebrows a little. “Darrah, please, I’m warning you. I don’t want to hurt you, but you need to stop.”
Darrah stuck her tongue out at him and undid the button of his pants. He, a little louder, said “Darrah, get off me and go get some sleep. Seriously. I’ll stop you, if you leave me no other choice.” She started pulling his pants down a little, revealing his boxers. “Tim, let’s just have some fun, finally. We don’t need any reason to pretend, anymore. We want each other. It’s as simple as that.” He sighed lightly. “It’s not that simple.” He argued. She hooked her fingers under his boxers, about to pull them down. Timoteo finally acted. He cast Physical Shield. Darrah’s close proximity to him made the spell interpret her as an enemy, and she was repelled away from him as a result, flying back from him and the bed. She crashed down against the floor of his room, about two feet away from the end of the bed. She landed hard on her bum, collapsing backwards until she was lying on the cold floor. Timoteo quickly sat up, doing up his pants again.
Darrah quickly sat up as well, looking at him with utter shock on her face. She stared at him with her mouth hanging open for a few seconds before her eyes started to swim with tears, her mouth shutting with her chin quivering. “What is it about me that you hate so much? Why don’t you like me?” She said, her voice choked up with emotion. She started to stand, saying “I-Is it a physical thing, or is it something about my personality? Is it the teasing? You know I don’t really mean it, right?” Timoteo stood up, picking up her clothes, quietly saying “I know, Darrah...I know you don’t.” She stood there in her underwear, weakly crossing her arms over her stomach, tears running down her cheeks. “I just want you to like me, Tim...What am I doing wrong?...” Timoteo let out a little sigh through his nose, walking over to her, comfortingly putting an arm around her shoulders. He started to walk over to the bedroom door with her. Handing her her bundle of clothes, he soothingly said “Just get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk in the morning, how about that?”
Darrah sniffled lightly, saying “Alright...Maybe it was a dumb idea to come here...I am drunk...” “It’s alright, Darrah. Don’t worry about it.” He said, genuinely. He opened up the door, asking “Want me to lead you to your room?” Darrah shook her head for a second, wobbling just a little as she stood in the doorway. “I know where it is. I’ll be fine.” She said. “Goodnight...” He said, lightly. She turned around and started to stumble off. “Sweet dreams, Tim...” She murmured from over her shoulder. He quietly shut the door to his bedroom. Letting out a heavy sigh, he raised a hand to his face, covering his eyes. A second later, he swept his hand upwards, feeling his fingers through his hair. “What a way to end a day...” He thought, wearily.
He slept in, sleeping until nearly noon. Waking up slowly, turning over in bed a few times until he felt awake enough to finally get up and out of bed, he did the typical ritual that he had come to expect of himself in order to blend in. Heading downstairs in the previous day’s clothing, he took a bath, and in the middle of his bath, Amanda the maid stepped in. Realizing she had caught him while he was bathing again, she blushed faintly, turning to the side. In her arms, she held a fresh little bundle of clothes for him to wear. “I have your clothes for the day, Timoteo. And, my lady Darrah has requested your presence...In her personal chambers.” Timoteo’s face went a little confused. Amanda walked over to where Timoteo had put his old set of clothes, a table nearby. Resting the fresh clothes down beside his old clothes, she rounded up his old clothes and took them all in a pile in her arms. “As I understand it, my lady Darrah had a bit too much to drink, last night...She’s still in bed. Wanted the drapes drawn all day to keep her room dark. Hasn’t eaten or drank anything since she woke up. The littlest sound aggravates her.”
Timoteo acted as if he didn’t know about Darrah’s state the night before, and said “Really? Well, I wonder what she wants to see me about.” Amanda didn’t respond, beginning to leave the room. She simply bade him a good day as she left and shut the door behind herself. Timoteo left the tub for draining, getting dressed in the day’s new clothes, combing his hair to complete the look. He headed up to Darrah’s room, finding Agnes the old maid standing just outside. She didn’t stop him from entering, but just before he opened the door, she softly said “My lord, just one thing...Poor thing’s feeling a little under the weather from something the night before. Try and be quiet, okay?...She needs as much rest as she can get.” Timoteo nodded, opening the door a little and stepping inside. The drapes on the far side of the room were drawn completely, letting next to no sunlight enter the room. Lying on her side, not even under the covers of the bed, was Darrah.
She was still in just her underwear, her bundle of apprentice clothes simply down on the floor by her bed. She was lying over her chest, her head turned towards the door, turned in his direction. She had her eyes closed, he noticed. He wondered if she was asleep. He walked over quietly, saying “Darrah?” Her eyes screwed up tight, and she softly said “Nngh, not so loud, Tim...My head’s pounding...” He smiled a little, kneeling down by the bed, coming closer to her. Softly, he said “Look at you. That drinking game was a bad idea, wasn’t it?” Darrah barely opened her eyes to look at him. He thought her eyes might’ve been a little bloodshot, but in the dark of the room, he couldn’t be sure. “Seemed like a good idea at the time...” She croaked out. “Got Bernard to fall in line...” She mumbled, shortly afterwards. “Anything you need?” He asked, lightly. Darrah closed her eyes again, mumbling “No, Agnes is there for me...” Curious, Timoteo said “Then...Why’d you call me here, exactly?”
Darrah was quiet for a second before mumbling out “I don’t remember much about...Mm, last night. But I remember enough to know I made a fool of myself.” Smiling weakly, her voice going embarrassed, she said “I remember being in your room. I remember pushing you towards your bed. And...I remember leaving, feeling really bad. What happened?” Timoteo softly said “It’s not important. You weren’t being yourself, that’s all. It was the alcohol.” Darrah mumbled “Well, if you say so...” “Are you going to be okay?” He asked. Darrah moaned out “Oh, yeah...Just need an hour...Or two...Or five...Just...Eh...It’s a safe bet I’ll be here, all day...” Timoteo chuckled lightly. He reached a hand over to the side of her face, stroking down along her cheek with the print of his thumb. “Mmm...” She weakly mumbled in her throat, smiling a little. He came over and gave her a little kiss on her forehead, quietly saying “Just rest up. Whenever you’re feeling better, we’ll get back to training, okay? Take your time.” Darrah mumbled out “Okay...” Timoteo stood up and quietly left her room, shutting the door behind himself without a sound. He headed back to his room, deciding on checking in on Bianca through his Guild Seal...
Calvin shot a hand out and grabbed his Seal almost the very second it started to glow blue. “Calvin? Are you there?” He heard Gibbons say. Calvin said “Yeah, I’m here. Is something wrong? Has the League come after you?” Gibbons chuckled lightly. “Maybe, actually. I wanted to let you know, there’s a ton of League members coming to Oakvale, I mean, official League members and everything, not just supporters of Hero-haters. They’re probably here because of me. I mean, I’ve only been killing League supporters. Don’t know if I’ve killed any real members, yet. I always knew it’d only be a matter of time until someone started to connect the dots.” Calvin blinked a few times in surprise, shaking his head lightly, saying “What? You’ve been killing League members? Gibbons, do you have any idea what kind of hornet’s nest you’re shaking over your own head?!” Gibbons chuckled. “I don’t care. At least I’m doing something, instead of running off to a frozen rock. Maybe this is an opportunity, actually. If I find out who’s leading these guys and I take him down, it’ll shake up the rest of them. I doubt they’ll all stay at the inn. League supporters will probably be more than glad to offer them shelter.”
Calvin quickly hissed out “What’s gotten into you! Do you have a death wish?” Gibbons staunchly said “No. I have a belief in Heroes, and I know we’re not all what the League makes us out to be.” Calvin sighed softly. “Killing them only makes them stronger. Killing them only makes people believe in them more! Don’t you see? They’re painting us all out to be bad guys, and when we kill them, all they do is point at that and it makes people think they’re right!” “Maybe. Maybe.” Gibbons said, slowly. Gibbons took in a long breath, speaking as he exhaled. “But what else can I do? I’m not going to hide, like you. I doubt I can keep this up forever, but I’ll keep taking these bastards down for as long as I can. Do you know what I saw the other day, Calvin?” Calvin waited a moment before asking. Gibbons spoke with an unnerving calmness as he said “I saw a man and a woman stoned together by a crowd until you could barely recognize them. Then, a man came over with a firearm and shot them both in the head with one slug. Didn’t want to waste lead slugs on people like them, I guess. And you know what they did to deserve that, Calvin? They had a son that looked like he had talent with Will. Do you know what they did to that little boy, Calvin?”
Calvin shut his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, hanging his head down a little. “Three grown men held him to the ground while another took a sword to the back of the boy’s head. They took their time cutting through. I think it took them about two minutes to behead him enough that they hit the arteries in his neck, and he finally just bled to death. Then they left him like he was, didn't even finish the job, left his head half attached. Carried him down to the docks and pitched him into the water, after that. I watched the whole thing. I remember their faces, and I’m going to find out where they live. And one night soon, I’ll do to them what they did to that kid. Don’t try and tell me that hiding is a better solution to the problem than getting rid of people like that.” Calvin raised his eyebrows a little, his eyes opening a crack. “...What you’re doing is the right thing.” He admitted. “But it’s going to get you killed. And it’s not going to make Heroes look any better to Albion’s people.” He added.
Gibbons quickly said “The people have already abandoned us. There’s no harm left for me to do. And like I said, I don’t care about getting caught. If I died tomorrow, I’d be satisfied, and you know why?” “You know you’re doing the right thing?” “That’s right, because I’m doing the right thing. And even if nobody sees it, and even if they never do, I know I’m doing the right thing. And that’s enough for me.” They were both quiet for several seconds. “...I think they got Marst.” Calvin eventually said. “...What?” Gibbons muttered, after a second or two of a pause. Calvin sniffed lightly and looked off to the side, gritting his teeth a little. “I’ve been trying to reach her Seal for days, now. I can’t connect to her Seal at all. Either she destroyed it, got rid of it, or...She’s dead.” Gibbons was quiet for a few seconds. “...Skorm’s claws. Not Marst.” He said, quietly. They were both quiet for a second. Eventually, Gibbons asked “Are you sure she’s dead?”
Calvin shook his head. “No...Like I said, she could’ve gotten rid of her Seal, or destroyed it. Only thing I know for sure is that I can’t reach her. We can’t rely on her surfacing somewhere. One, that’d be stupid of her, and two, if news of her spread around, it could just be a League trap. Sounds about right. They learn about a Hero, kill them, and then try sending out news or a message using that Hero’s name, all to try and lure in acquaintances of that Hero. If she’s not dead, the smart thing she’d do is just lay low. If it got bad enough that she destroyed her Seal, that’s probably what she’s doing right now.” “What about Brute and the others? Are they fine?” Gibbons asked. Calvin shrugged. “I haven’t contacted them in a while, I’ve been waiting for people to contact me. Using Seals could be dangerous, Gibbons. If anyone saw them, they could report us to the League. If someone was out and about during the day, in disguise near League members, my voice suddenly sounding out from their clothes or belongings would be a dead giveaway.”
Gibbons said “Yeah, you’re right. I’m worried about Tim. He and Bianca are...Close. But she sticks out like a sore thumb. It won’t be hard spotting her, if they’re not careful.” Calvin nodded, saying “I know...But they said they just have something personal to do on the mainland before they come up here to Snowspire, so I’m hoping they’ll be able to get up here before things get out of hand for them.” Gibbons said “Right.” Calvin heard a little knock on the door to his right, glancing over. A young woman with pale skin and bright blonde hair, dressed in a snug outfit made out of warm animal furs, stood in the doorway. She smiled sweetly and held up a tray of food. Calvin smiled a little and said “Gibbons, I’ve gotta go. Keep me updated. Let me know if you ever change your mind about coming to Snowspire.” “That’s never gonna happen, but, will do.” The glow surrounding Calvin’s Seal faded, and he set it off to the side on the tabletop.
Timoteo sat down on the edge of his bed, pulled out his Guild Seal, and tried contacting Bianca. He had to wait a minute before she responded. “Tim? Is that you?” She asked. He had barely confirmed himself before she quickly went on speaking. “She’s finally back Tim, she came back just a few minutes ago! She was tired...She was very drained of Will. But, she wasn’t hurt. Not anymore, at least. Her clothes had some holes and tears in them. The holes are what worries me...She must’ve been shot a few times, which means she must’ve ran in to League members.” Timoteo quickly asked “But she’s alright, right?” Bianca softly said “Yes...She must’ve had some potions with her when she went out, or grabbed some just in case when she snuck in here, earlier. I wasn’t able to get the whole story out of her before she fell asleep in her room. She said she was investigating a site or two that my mother might look at, like I thought, and that she also checked with the Chapel of Skorm. She said she ran into some trouble on her way through some parts of Greatwood near the coast, but she wouldn’t say if it was League members or just bandits with firearms. Then, she fell asleep.”
“Chapel of Skorm?” Timoteo repeated, curiously. Bianca said “Yes, you’ve never heard of it? I’m sure I saw a book about it at the Guild. It’s a lot like the Temple of Avo, only the Chapel is dedicated to Skorm. Instead of accepting money as donations to supposedly gain Avo’s blessing, human beings can be sacrificed at the Chapel to try and gain Skorm’s favour. I don’t know why Grizelda was checking there. Maybe she thought that my mother frequented the Chapel, and that the dark monks there might’ve had some clues about my mother’s whereabouts. She didn’t say, in any event.” Timoteo said “Hm. A place about sacrificing people sounds like something Octavia would be involved in.” “Maybe. But, I don’t know if I can believe that. The Chapel’s in Darkwood, and I’m sure that if she went to the Chapel frequently enough for the monks there to have any idea about her personal dealings, then I probably would`ve run into her somewhere in Darkwood before.”
Timoteo was quiet for a few seconds. Eventually, Bianca said “...Tim, can I meet you somewhere? How about Lychfield? I could give you the book on Heal Life, and you could practice it in your spare time.” Timoteo raised his eyebrows and shrugged, saying “Sure, I’m free right now. Meet you there in ten minutes?” Bianca warmly said “Okay. See you soon.” The glow coming from his Seal faded. He smiled pleasantly, slipping his Seal back into his pack. He didn’t pull his armour on, but he took his pack with him, shouldering it as he headed back over to Darrah’s room. He told Agnes that, should Darrah or anyone else request his presence, they should be told that he had only temporarily stepped out on personal business. Then, he headed back down to the first floor of the mansion, taking a moment to comb and style his hair. Half-smiling a bit, he wondered what Bianca would think of him, what with the expensive clothes and fancied hair.
Pulling his Seal from his pack, he thought of Lychfield, and quickly found himself teleporting away. When he materialized over the Cullis Gate by Lychfield Graveyard, he glanced around. He only noticed Bianca when he heard a crow caw over to his left side. Looking over to his left, he saw her step out from the shadows cast between a pair of skeletal trees, her hood up with her cloak wrapped tight around her. A crow, likely Abel, was perched on her left shoulder. She reached up and pulled back her hood, saying “Tim, is that you?” Timoteo realized that he might’ve looked so different from his usual self that, with her weak eyes, Bianca might actually mistake him for a stranger. Abel let out a throaty caw. Timoteo smiled and stuck his Seal back into his pack, saying “Yeah, it’s me. I look different, hm? You can blame Darrah for that.” Bianca smiled a little. They approached each other, and when they met, they hugged.
He reached his arms over her cloak, over her arms and around her shoulders. She slipped her arms around his waist, resting her hands against the small of his back, nuzzling her face into the side of his neck. He rested his right cheek against the side of her head, feeling her soft hair run against his skin, catching her lovely blueberry scent once more. She squeezed him affectionately, pressing her chest to his, giving his neck a light kiss. Timoteo gulped subtly. Embarrassed as he was for it happening, he was growing aroused, Bianca was easily calling forth the sexual energy that had built up inside him over his days at Darrah’s home. He gently rubbed at her back, the two embracing each other for nearly a minute before slowly releasing each other. “Let me see what your clothes look like...” Bianca softly said, looking up to his eyes with a little smile. He stood still, giving her a nod, saying “Go ahead. Tell me if you like it.”
Bianca rested her hands against his collar bones, almost holding on to his shoulders a little. She brought her head closer to him so her eyes could properly make out the details of his new clothes. She slowly scanned up along him, looking down at his pants, then looking up to his shirt. She was smiling a little when she got up to his face. When she did, she rapidly blinked twice, her smile growing a touch stronger. “You like it?” He asked. Bianca took a step back, lowering her hands from his chest. “It’s...Different. I think I prefer your old look. But this is nice, too.” He smiled a little more, saying “I prefer the old me too, but apparently, I need to wear this kind of stuff to blend in.” Bianca chuckled lightly. She reached into her cloak, a second later pulling out a thin book bound in yellow leather. She handed it to him, lightly saying “That’s it. I hope it helps you.” Timoteo thanked her, taking the book and slipping it into his pack. He smiled and looked over to the side, nodding over at a nearby skeletal tree. “Let’s take a seat. We can relax for a bit, if you’d like.” Bianca smiled affectionately. “Okay...” She warmly cooed.
Sitting on the ground, he had his back to the skeletal tree, on the far side of the tree from the Lychfield path. She was sitting between his legs, her back to his chest, her head resting back on his left shoulder. He had his arms slipped under her’s, his hands resting against her tummy, Timoteo giving her soft, slow rubs from over her shirt. She had her hands on his wrists, holding him slightly, Bianca lightly rubbing her thumbs against the backs of his hands every now and then. Bianca sat without her cloak on, the young woman having laid it down on the ground near their sides before she had sat down. Likewise, his pack was resting by her cloak. Abel stood on a tree branch up above them, keeping an eye on the path nearby. The shadows of numerous trees blanketed him and her, making them both fairly invisible to anyone that may walk along the path. “How have you been at Darrah’s home? Tell me about it.” Bianca murmured. Timoteo smiled a little.
“Well, you already know most of it. The days have been interesting, and annoying, at times. Training one day, fighting with Darrah the next. I’m trying my best to keep the peace with her, though.” “She hasn’t gotten any better, has she?” “Well, actually...She does seem to be making a real effort to get along with me more. She hasn’t really teased me much since I’ve been there, and the bullying crap has stopped again. I think she’s happy she’s been able to show me her home, and introduce me to her family.” “Mm.” Bianca mumbled. “When do you think Grizelda will wake up?” Timoteo asked. Bianca left her eyes closed, simply relaxing in his arms. “Hard to say. She could be asleep for hours. I doubt she’ll be awake by the time I get back there.” Timoteo gave her a little kiss on her jaw. She smiled a little and turned her head towards him, bringing her face a little closer to his. He smiled a little as he decided to tell her some, not all, of what had happened with Darrah the night before.
He didn’t tell her all of what happened purely because he didn’t think anybody needed to know exactly how drastically the alcohol had changed Darrah’s behaviour, how close she had come to more or less raping him. He understood why Darrah had acted the way she did, and he knew that if anyone knew about it, it could shame Darrah greatly. To him, it was simply a private thing to be left in the past. “Darrah was still in bed when I left to see you. She drank a lot last night, and got pretty drunk.” Bianca’s tone was confused as she said “Really? I never thought Darrah was much of a drinker.” “I don’t think she is, really. It was a contest of sorts. One of her father’s soldiers didn’t seem pleased with her when she made speeches to introduce me and boost morale. That was something like two days ago. She finally confronted him last night, and he said he’d only follow her if she could beat him in a drinking game. Apparently, she won.”
Bianca chuckled lightly. “Darrah, drunk...That must’ve been something to see.” She said, lightly. Timoteo raised his eyebrows and held back a chuckle. “Yeah, it was something.” He said, with amusement. They both went comfortably silent, enjoying one another’s company without words. They were both constantly smiling softly, glad to be seeing each other again after days apart. To anyone else, a few days may have been an inconsequential amount of time, but to the two lovers, it felt like ages. After about twenty minutes, Timoteo slipped his hands under her shirt, rubbing along her bare stomach. She smiled a little more, letting out a warm breath against the side of his neck. He gently felt along her smooth skin, relishing the feeling of his fingers running along her plush tummy. He gave her a little kiss on her chin, Bianca’s mouth hanging open just a crack. He moved over and kissed her plump lips, closing his eyes, feeling her kiss him back lovingly.
The two had kissed only two times before he rapidly started to go stiff down below. He was sure Bianca could feel it beginning to grow in his pants, against the small of her back. She lightly nibbled on his bottom lip after the fourth kiss, sending a pleasant jolt through his body. She slipped her tongue out a moment afterwards, flicking her tip against his lips a few times before he reached out with his own. Rubbing tongues passionately, he felt his hands up from her stomach, Bianca releasing his wrists to let him move freely. He felt up from under her bosom, feeling up her immense globes, his fingers sinking into her incredibly soft flesh. He felt a pleased warmth fill him up at the feeling of playing with her bosom once more, Timoteo giving her gentle squeezes and rubs. He jiggled her slightly, feeling her move around in his hands, feeling and hearing Bianca’s breath quickening. He moved his fingers to her nipples, rubbing the prints of his index fingers over them both, feeling the already-rising nubs stiffen with full stimulation.
They continued to orally embrace as he gave her nipples very gentle pinches, a second later running the prints of his fingers over her once more. Bianca slipped her tongue back, wrapping her lips around the tip of his tongue, enticing him immensely when she gave his tip a light suck for a second. He pulled a hand from under her shirt, bringing it down to her skirt, pulling her skirt up a little. Bianca spread her legs a little, no longer sucking on the tip of his tongue, biting at her bottom lip for a second. They opened their eyes a little, gazing into each other's eyes. She was blushing heavily, his breathing deepening a little as he rubbed a few fingers along the front of her damp panties. He could feel the heat coming from her womanhood through the fabric of her tiny panties, feeling the moist fabric along her ridge. Bianca let out a little coo, Timoteo seeing her close her eyes again, her mouth hanging open a little. He smiled, rubbing along her a little more, faintly hearing moist sounds from the wettened fabric rubbing against her plump lower lips.
After a minute of rubbing along her panties, he pulled her tiny pair of underwear to the side, exposing her womanhood. Bianca spread her legs a little more, raising and resting her legs over his, giving him an even easier time at getting to her. He pulled her skirt up a bit more before bringing his hand back to her lower lips. He smiled as he felt along her mons for a few moments, feeling his fingers along her soft black pubic hair. When he tried focusing on her clitoris, she moaned lightly in her throat, bringing her hands down to the outsides of his thighs. She gripped his pantlegs a little in rising pleasure. He rubbed the end of a finger back and forth along her clit, smiling widely as her ecstasy slowly rose and rose. After about two minutes straight of rubbing at her swollen little clit, he got an idea. He grinned a little, his entire face going red, wondering if she would go along with his idea. He had to admit, it seemed perverse, which kept him from voicing his desire for a few seconds.
He stopped rubbing at her, murmuring “Bianca...” She opened her eyes, desire clear in them. She said nothing, breathing heavy against the side of his neck. He smiled, still blushing heavily as he said “Could you do something for me?” Bianca smiled a little, breathing out “Of course, anything...” Timoteo softly said “Well, this is embarrassing...Could you, eh...” Bianca smiled happily, slowly and warmly saying “What do you want me to do?” Timoteo took in a light breath and exhaled. Smiling a little, he said “Could you, ah, touch yourself? I want to watch.” Bianca opened her eyes a little more with faint surprise, raising her eyebrows gently. Her entire face went scarlet. She quickly buried her face into the side of his neck.
“Tim, that’d be embarrassing...Even if I’m with you, it’d be embarrassing...” She mumbled, against his skin. Seeing that she was embarrassed, but not altogether rejecting the idea, gave him a little more confidence and helped weaken his own embarrassment. He smiled. “I’d really like seeing you do it, though...” He murmured, lowering his second hand from her bosom, slipping it out from under her shirt. He raised it to the side of her face, lightly trailing the tips of two fingers down along her cheek with affection. Bianca didn’t react for several seconds. Eventually, she slowly brought her face from his neck, warmly mumbling out “Okay, I’ll do it...” Timoteo smiled happily. He slipped his hand up from between her thighs, resting both his hands against her stomach as the two kissed some more.
Bianca lowered her hands down between her thighs, Timoteo putting his chin on her shoulder to get a look at her actions. She was shy at first, especially with him looking right down at her. With her left hand keeping her small black panties shifted to the side, Bianca rested the palm of her right hand against her mons, over her nether hair. She lightly rubbed the print of her index finger against her clit, rubbing in clockwise rotations. Timoteo watched with a little smile, his eyes half-closed. As her pleasure returned, Bianca’s willingness rose, her shyness and embarrassment falling rapidly. Quickly, she was rubbing at herself with the tips of two fingers, Bianca letting out little moans and coos every now and then. Timoteo began lifting her shirt, pulling her shirt up enough to reveal her big, pale mounds, her stiff, light pink nipples on display. Bianca seemed freshly embarrassed by her bosom being revealed, but when he started to play with her globes, she once more felt relaxed.
He saw her part her lips with two fingers, revealing her beautiful pink interior for only a second before slipping a finger inside, Bianca letting out a little moan as she started rocking her digit back and forth. She started panting lightly, Timoteo giving her nipples gentle little tugs, stimulating her even further. “Tim, I...I can feel you so much...Let’s be one...” She said, between pants. Timoteo watched her slip her finger back and forth for a few seconds more before he gave in. “Okay, let’s stand up...” He said, quietly. Bianca quickly stood up, her legs trembling from the throbbing between them. He got up for a moment as well, undoing his pants, pulling his underwear down and letting his member spring out. Bianca’s lust-fogged eyes practically sparkled when she saw his rock-hard manhood. He leaned over and pulled open his pack, quickly finding a condom from Grizelda, pulling it out. Tearing open the wrapping, he pulled the little sheath out, quickly rolling it on.
Bianca stepped past him, pressing her hands against the tree, spreading her legs a little. She looked over her shoulder at him, wagging her hips left and right for a second. Timoteo began to fully lose himself to desire, just like her. Coming close behind her, he pulled her skirt up all the way, revealing her ample rump. Pulling her underwear to the side some more, he pulled it far enough to make sure it would stay out of the way, letting the underwear rest over her rump’s left cheek. The both of them breathing hard and fast, he teased her a little, sticking his tool between her cheeks. She slowly took in a deep breath, bitting her bottom lip as he rubbed his member between her plush cheeks for a few seconds. When he pulled away, he came back again, only this time tip-first. Bianca let out a heavy breath as he prodded his tip against her rosebud a few times, Timoteo able to feel her clench through the condom. “Mm, Tim...” She lightly moaned.
Timoteo finally ceased his teasing. Rubbing his tip against her rear entrance for only a second more, he then aimed a little lower, bringing his tip to her blushing lower lips. Not too quickly, not too slowly, he started to push against her, his tip easily parting her lips and slipping inside. She shuddered when he delved deeper inside, Timoteo trembling involuntarily at the feeling of her slick walls squeezing down at him. He slipped into her as deep as he could go, feeling her press her rump back against him. She started to rhythmically clench and relax, milking his member. She rested her forehead against the tree, closing her eyes, her mouth hanging open a bit. Timoteo slowly slipped back until he was almost all the way out of her, then gave a hard thrust inwards. Bianca took in a sharp breath at his sudden movement, but let out a content sigh when he started to thrust back and forth at a steady pace. Timoteo knew he wouldn’t last long, not after going days without sexual release.
Just focusing on the feeling of his loins tapping against her plush tush was enough to make him worry that he’d finish far too quickly. Bianca started to breathe even faster, her bosom bouncing lightly from Timoteo’s rapidly quickening thrusts. He grabbed her tight by the hips, thrusting away hard and deep, letting out a groan of pleasure. He brought his head forwards, nestling his face into some of her hair, near the side of her neck. She turned her head towards him, letting out a little moan. He brought his chin over her shoulder, quickly finding her lips with his own, kissing her passionately. She kissed him back with just as much zeal, and it didn’t take long for her to slip her tongue into his mouth, rubbing her tongue at his for a second before retracting, tempting him into chasing her back into her own mouth. All the while, he thrusted back and forth, fires boiling up in his loins. He reached his hands up from her hips, finding her bosom, giving her mounds a few squeezes.
Bianca only responded by trying to coil her tongue around the tip of his. Keeping his left hand on her bosom, he shot his right hand down between her thighs. Bianca let out a loud, trembling moan in her throat, pressing her knees together when he rapidly started rubbing at her clit. She brought her left hand from the tree, planting it over his own left hand, his hand still up and squeezing into her bosom. He took his hand from her globe, the two quickly holding hands, threading fingers lovingly. They stopped kissing, and the two, almost in unison, said “I’m cumming!...” When they realized what the other had said, shudders of delight ran along them, vibrating from the tops of their spines down to the tips of their toes. Timoteo went into a burst of speed, stuffing Bianca’s wonderfully tight, warm, orifice. The fires in his loins began to explode, and he barely suppressed a groan of delight. Bianca moaned out, moaning his name as he felt her squirt a bit of juice, some of her cum spraying against his hand, the rest spraying down against his member and orbs.
She felt the heat of his seed when he spewed, Timoteo’s thrusts quickly slowing down as he started filling the condom. They both trembled a few times. They were both panting and sweating a little, Timoteo slowly slipping his still-hard member out of her spasming depths. The end of the condom was filled with white, his seed having built up a bit over his days away from her. He slowly slipped the condom off, and tossed it off to the side. Bianca turned to him, resting back against the tree, holding her arms out to him, smiling warmly. He came closer and slipped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight, her bare bosom pressing against his shirt. She brought her arms around his neck, the two beginning to kiss slowly and affectionately. After a few kisses, they pulled away from each other just a little, their faces still close. “I missed you, Tim...I’m glad you could see me today...” She quietly murmured, gazing into his eyes lovingly. “I missed you, too...As soon as this Benedict business is done, I just want to be with you, again...Mm...” The two started kissing again, squeezing each other lightly in their embrace...
Eventually, the two dressed themselves once more, and settled down again for a bit of cuddling. They were in the same positions as before, Timoteo with his back to the tree, Bianca seated between his legs with her back to his chest. Like before, he had his arms wrapped around her, rubbing his hands along her stomach gently. Affectionately, he nuzzled his face into the side of her neck from behind. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the light blueberry scent of her hair, the feeling of her soft strands running along his face. Bianca was smiling happily, holding his hands by the wrists again, rubbing her thumbs over the insides of his wrists. It felt wondrous to hold her in his arms again, Timoteo feeling her stomach swell and relax as she peacefully breathed. They sat like that for well over half an hour, remaining contently silent the entire time, before Abel suddenly let out a loud caw. Timoteo raised his head from the side of Bianca’s neck, looking to the side curiously.
Bianca looked over as well, her eyes going sharp, her expression just a little curious. She leaned over a little, looking past the tree. She stared at the path for a second before getting back fully behind cover. “There are people on the path, a few of them. It looks like they’re walking to the graveyard.” She said, quietly. Timoteo gave her a quick little rub over her stomach, his signal not being lost on her. She began to stand, Timoteo standing up a moment later. She stepped close to the tree, cautiously peering past the edge, her hands pressing against the tree to steady herself. He came close behind her, looking past her head. His brow furrowed a little at what he saw, but his eyes widened slightly, as well. He recognized them instantly as League members. There were five of them. They were dressed in the long black coats that League members seemed to typically favour, and if that wasn’t enough, he could see the barrels of firearms sticking out of a sleeve from each of them.
They were on the hunt, possibly prowling around specifically for the two of them, even. How the League members would even know that the two were in the area, he had no clue; it wasn’t as if they could somehow monitor Cullis Gate use, could they? Unless they had stood there and watched him materialize over the Gate, which they hadn’t or else they certainly would’ve made their appearance much earlier on, they must not have known that he had used the Gate. “We need to leave. It’s League members.” He whispered, by her ear. “Are they looking for us?” Bianca whispered back. He shook his head lightly, saying “I don’t know...They’re not coming towards us. They’re not investigating the Gate...Looks like they want in to Lychfield.” The two remained hidden behind the tree, watching the League members all walk up to the gateway to Lychfield. One of them tried pulling the gates open, but when they wouldn’t budge, they walked over to the bell nearby.
Ringing it a few times, the old gravekeeper stepped out of his little cottage, hobbling over to the gate. “Whatchu want?” The elderly man quickly said, the two barely picking up the sound of his voice from way over, behind the tree. One of the League members spoke with a hostile tone as he said “Tell me old man, and don’t waste my time. We’ve had several reports of Heroes in his region of Albion. Have you seen any Heroes, yourself?” The old gravekeeper was silent for a second. “...You realize that if I betray these people, some of them would kill me? I’m an old man, I can’t defend myself against a Hero. I have no firearm.” The League members all chuckled. “Old man, I’ll kill you if you don’t tell us what you know. Give me names, descriptions, and dates, or else I’ll kill you on the grounds of helping Heroes by protecting their identities, as well as impeding our investigations. What’s it gonna be?” The old gravekeeper shifted uneasily from foot to foot.
“Last few Heroes I saw was a little over a week ago, I think. My memory’s not too good, these days. It might’ve been two weeks, by now. Tall young man, wearing chainmail, carried a pack of supplies.” Timoteo’s eyes narrowed when he realized the man must’ve been speaking of him. “Another one, never got a look at her, wore a hooded cloak. I could tell it was a girl by her voice, though. Nasty one, too. Had an attitude, she did.” “That old fool.” Bianca quietly muttered. The League members glanced at each other. One pulled out a little notepad, beginning to jot down little notes from what the old man said. “Anyone else?” One of the League members asked. The old man shook his head. “Before those two, I haven’t seen a lot of Heroes come around here for a long time. Long time! Probably two years? Maybe three?” The League member that had done all the speaking so far took a step closer to the old man. “I think you’re lying to me. I think you’re protecting more Heroes.” He snarled out.
The old man stood his ground, fearlessly saying “Listen kid, if there had been more people recently, I would let you know. But I guess people visit Lychfield less frequently than you realize.” “Our reports clearly state that numerous suspected Heroes or Hero sympathizers have passed through the Gibbet Woods recently, headed straight north towards Lychfield. And you’re telling me-” “I’m telling you that they haven’t come here, yes.” The League member suddenly shot up his arm, revealed his firearm, and squeezed the trigger. The old man collapsed to his back. The League members all looked at the slain gravekeeper. “I hate it when old men cut me off.” The shooter loudly said, contempt clear in his voice. A few of the League members chuckled. Timoteo gave Bianca’s right hip a little rub from behind, whispering out “We can’t stay here, they might start searching around...” Bianca nodded lightly. “Okay, you’re right.” She murmured.
She turned around and bent over, grabbing her cloak, pulling it on. He grabbed his pack, shouldering it. They both pulled out their Seals. “Try and catch me through your Seal once you find out what Grizelda was up to, okay?” He said, softy. Bianca smiled a bit and gave him a little nod. They stepped close, holding each other’s free hand as they shared two soft kisses. “Talk to you later.” She murmured. He smiled at her warmly. Their Seals let off a faint glow, and they both disappeared in shimmers of light, teleporting away.
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