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Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IX - "Hook Coast"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: August 17, 2012

It took Bianca two or three minutes to stop crying. When she did, however, it didn’t seem like she had actually calmed down, just that the flow of tears had temporarily ceased. The pain wasn’t gone yet; there was simply only so much she could release at any given time. She continued to hug Timoteo for several seconds before slowly releasing him, Timoteo releasing her, in turn. “...What now?” He quietly asked her, wondering what she wanted her next move to be. “Now?...” Bianca murmured out, Grizelda watching her quietly. Bianca raised up her left hand, looking at the twinkling bracelet around her wrist. She gazed at it for several silent seconds, eventually saying “...Now, I want to go home. My old home, where this all began. My father’s grave is there. I have something I want to return to him.” Timoteo looked at Grizelda. She merely nodded. Timoteo raised a hand to Bianca’s, slowly slipping her hand into his. “We’ll come with you, if you want us.” He comfortingly said.
Bianca gazed at their joined hands as she quietly said “Yes...I think that’s only right. You two should be there for the final step. You’ve both seen me through all of this, I’d like it if you came with me to the end.” “Of course.” Grizelda said, giving a nod. Timoteo looked at Grizelda, asking “Do you know how to get back, from this point?” Grizelda nodded, beginning to walk away towards the nearby doorway, saying “I do. I don’t think we’re in danger of being separated anymore, the mist appears to have disappeared. Still, you two should stay close.” Timoteo took a step after Grizelda as she headed down the platform, but stopped and looked back when he found that Bianca wasn’t following, too. Still holding hands, he looked over and saw her looking towards where the altar and statue had been, previously. He was quiet for a moment, Bianca staring out at the destroyed part of the platform for a few seconds before, slowly, she turned away.
She barely flickered a glance his way before her eyes went to the floor. He didn’t say a thing, understanding that she was still in turmoil over what had just happened. They followed Grizelda through the confusing maze built in the walls around the chasm, Grizelda eventually leading them back into the cave system forming the entrance, bringing them back out into the light. The sun was just setting, casting a bloody red hue over the sky. Softly, still audible over the crashing waves of the sea against the cliff, she said “I’ll lead the way, I know how to get home...” Timoteo and Grizelda nodded, Bianca taking the lead, showing the two away from the Chasm of Blood.
The way to Bianca’s old home took the trio through parts of Darkwood, but eventually, Bianca led them away from Darkwood’s outskirts, beginning to climb an old mountain path. Timoteo, who had become accustomed to Darkwood over time, found the mountain path even more eery. It was quiet, quieter than even Darkwood, as if the area were damned and forsaken. There were no animals to be seen, as if all forms of Albion’s wildlife were too afraid to climb the path. The air became chillier the higher they went, until frost clung to the last vestiges of grass that dared to climb the pass, their breath becoming mist before their faces. The path topped out between two mountainous spires, leading between them onwards towards their destination...
The path slowly became overtaken by the cold, frost developing along the dirt, making it as hard as stone beneath their feet. Partway down the path, a sign stood to one side of the pass, covered entirely in frost and ice. Bianca approached it, her expression calm. She raised a hand to the square-shaped sign and, with her bare hand, brushed away some of the frost, revealing a few large letters carved into the wood. She brushed more frost off, revealing more letters that, at one time, must have been painted yellow, but with years of neglect came damage from nature. Most of the paint had faded or chipped off, leaving only the carvings for one to read: “[b]Deltram[/b]”. Bianca stared at the sign for a moment before quietly saying “This is it...It’s just down this path.” She walked past the sign, beginning to head down the path again, Timoteo and Grizelda not far behind. “Was this place abandoned after...?” Timoteo asked, trailing off.
Bianca nodded lightly. “The people that were left made markers to remember the dead. Then, they left. It was never a very big town, it was never marked on maps. It was never considered important enough.” Grizelda explained. “Just a few families, trying to live their lives in peace.” Bianca added. Timoteo went quiet, wondering how Bianca must be feeling, wondering if she was really ready to face her old home, again. They walked down the path another half-kilometer before the mountains on either side of the path opened up, parting. They walked into the clearing that Deltram sat within, the mountains rising up in a circle around the town, the mountaintops covered in snow. Three dozen or so homes were spread out in the space before them, all in varying states of decay. All had snow covering their rooftops, but some of the rooftops had collapsed under the long-standing weight of the snow. Some homes had their front doors closed, others did not.
The windows of some homes were left open, opening another passage for nature to blow in, covering the interiors of said homes with frost. Each home had a grand space by it, likely where crops had once grown during better times in the town’s history. Near the center of the mountainous clearing, there was a large fountain, looking like a piece of art compared to the rest of Deltram. The fountain looked like it had cost more to build than most of the homes in the township, made of dark stone, a dozen meters wide in every direction. A large statue stood over the center of the fountain, depicting a man in a robe reinforced by a breastplate, his right arm upraised. The fountain had long since stopped running, with the base covered in frost, the pool surrounding the statue simply ice. The man’s upraised arm was completely covered in ice, with several spikes protruding from the bottom of his hand, evidently from where water had ran from his hand and frozen.
Bianca stood quietly for several long moments, gazing out at her old home, reflecting on what had become of it. “It’s sad, what’s become of it. I can see there was peace here, once.” Grizelda said, looking around. “Until me...And my mother.” Bianca quietly and regretfully said, beginning to walk forwards again, heading deeper into the town. Timoteo and Grizelda followed as Bianca led them towards the fountain, taking them into the heart of the dead community. She looked up at the statue for a moment before looking over to the left. Holding an arm out, she pointed near the base of the statue. “That’s where it happened...Right there. She got away, and I...” “She didn’t get away at the Chasm. She’s gone.” Timoteo gently said. “Yes. I know...” Bianca slowly said, lowering her arm back by her side. Bianca stood there for a moment before letting out a slow, quiet sigh. “To be standing here, again...I’m not sure what to think.” She admitted.
“Everything’s come full circle. This is where it started, and this is where it shall end.” Grizelda stated. Bianca nodded lightly in response. She started to walk around the fountain, heading towards the rear of the town. “Did you want to see your old house, again?” Timoteo asked. Bianca didn’t need to think for her answer. “No. I couldn’t face it again. I just...Want to leave it in the past.” Timoteo nodded quietly in understanding. She led them near the rear outskirts of the town, close to the mountains. Then, the crosses became visible. A few dozen crosses, feebly put together with sticks and twine, marked the uninhabited graves of many of the town’s inhabitants. Only one grave marker was made of stone, marking the one occupied grave in the small, unwalled cemetery. Bianca slowly approached the grave marked with the stone cross, Timoteo and Grizelda not far behind her. Bianca stopped a short distance away from the gravestone, taking in a light sniffle.
Timoteo realized, then, that she was respectfully avoiding walking over her father’s burial spot. Timoteo looked at the grave marker, quietly reading what had been chiselled over it as he approached, the letters still very readable after all the time that had passed: “Aaron Lockeshade, better known by his Hero name Shadebringer, lies here. Murdered by his wife, he leaves behind a daughter.” Bianca was quiet for a couple of seconds, perhaps reading the inscription, herself. “...I’m back.” She quietly said, Timoteo and Grizelda coming up on either side of her. Looking down at the frosty ground, Bianca gently said “I did it. It took years, but...I did it. She’s gone. She’s paid for what she did to you. I’d do it again a hundred times, if it could bring you back...But not even everything I know about necromancy could bring you back to me, as you were before.” She sniffled again, raising up her left arm, reaching her other hand over. She fiddled with her bracelet for a moment before undoing it, taking it off for the first time in years.
She held it in her hands for a moment, gazing at it. “...You could keep it, you know. To remember him by.” Grizelda lightly said. Bianca shook her head gently, still looking at the bracelet. “It’s not mine. It doesn’t belong to me. All these years, I’ve kept it to remind me of why I do the things I do...But I always promised I’d return it to it’s rightful owner, once I had accomplished my goal. And now that I have...” She stepped beside the grave, still not walking over where her father lay. She came up to the tombstone, brushing off snow from the top of the cross. She gently brought the necklace down over the stone, letting it sit in a little circle over it, guaranteed not to fall off. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. “I’ll always love you, father. I’ll never forget you. She’s gone, and she’ll never hurt anybody like she hurt you, again.” Bianca slowly backed away from the grave site, coming between them again. She reached out and held Timoteo’s hand, slipping her hand into his, giving it a squeeze.
He looked at her, seeing how upset she was, quietly standing by him with her eyes down on the grave, her cheeks streaked with moisture. He turned to her, and she glanced over at him from the corners of her eyes. He reached over and turned her towards him, bringing her close in an embrace. She readily accepted, slipping her free arm around his waist, pressing her forehead into the side of his neck, letting the side of her face touch his collar bone. He held her around her shoulders, bringing his hand to the side of her head, comfortingly stroking down along her soft, black hair. The three stayed there for a minute or two, letting their visit to Deltram linger. When Bianca was ready to leave again, she slowly released Timoteo, taking in a gentle sniffle. She gazed at the tombstone for a moment before whispering a farewell, turning and beginning to walk away. Timoteo and Grizelda quietly followed after her. They were silent all the way through Deltram, still saying no words as they went back on to the mountain path. Only once they had passed Deltram’s sign and put it far behind themselves did one of them speak.
“Well...I, for one, am pleased to see justice done. Having been there to see that part of your life meet a fitting end was satisfying.” Grizelda said. Bianca didn’t say anything in response. Grizelda looked over at her. Bianca didn’t have any discernable emotion on her face, her eyes simply ahead and on the path. “Doesn’t it feel good to get all that done with, my dear?” Grizelda curiously asked. Bianca’s eyes drifted downwards. “...I need some time to think it over.” She simply said. Grizelda nodded lightly, looking forwards once more. “Of course. I understand.” She sympathetically said. They all went quiet again, heading down the mountain path, coming to the outskirts of Darkwood once again. When they began to walk into the gnarled and leafless trees, Grizelda looked over at them and said “I’ll accompany you for a while, but I’ll eventually have to go my own way. I may not have to watch the Chasm anymore, but Witchspotters will still be prowling around Darkwood. If I keep them focused on me, they won’t search for either of you.”
Timoteo nodded, Bianca doing the same. They walked into Darkwood for a while, and eventually, the time to part ways arrived. “Here’s where I should take my leave. You know the way back home from here, don’t you, Bianca?” Bianca nodded lightly, the two of them looking at Grizelda. Grizelda gave a nod, a ghost of a smile crossing her face. “Very well. Take some time to unwind, Bianca. You must be needing it. I’ll keep the Witchspotters on a wild goose chase throughout Darkwood.” “Good luck.” Timoteo said, his tone honest. “Thank you for being there. Things might have turned out very differently if not for you.” Bianca lightly said. Grizelda smiled warmly and took a step closer to Bianca, saying “No need to thank me. I wanted it almost as much as you did, I’m sure.” She rested her hands over Bianca’s shoulders, leaned over, and pressed a motherly kiss to Bianca’s forehead. Bianca looked up to Grizelda’s eyes as she took a step back.
Grizelda was still smiling as she said “I would consider this a new start, for you. A fresh beginning. Make good use of it, Bianca.” Bianca remained silent, seemingly contemplating Grizelda’s words. Grizelda turned from the two and walked off into the trees, disappearing into the shadows of Darkwood. Timoteo gave her hand a gentle squeeze, saying “Come on, let’s go home.” Bianca nodded gently, beginning to walk ahead, leading him back to their dwelling. When they returned home, Timoteo opened the door for her, letting her step in first. When she went inside, she made a beeline for the upstairs bedroom, Timoteo slipping off his boots before following after her up the stairs. He found her sitting on the edge of their bed, untying her boots, her cloak draped over the foot of the bed. “Are you hungry? We should check on the crops, we were away for a while...” “I’m a bit hungry, but there’s something I really need to take care of, first...” She lightly said, sounding almost in pain.
He slipped his pack down to the floor, pulling off his chainmail shirt as she set her boots down by the side of the bed. She moved over until she was sitting over the center of their bed, crossing her legs beneath herself when she was over the middle. Her face was a little tense as she quickly pulled her shirt up, making him gulp down excess saliva when she exposed her immense bust. She pulled her shirt off completely, setting it down beside herself. She shut her eyes a little tight as she reached over to her left breast, raising her globe up a little with her left hand, lightly beginning to massage along underneath it with her right hand. She let out a light, pained breath, Timoteo stepping closer to her, concerned over seeing her in pain. “Are you okay? What happened?” He asked. Bianca opened her eyes, still gingerly massaging beneath her breast. “All that running to get to Grizelda, and then the rush to the Chasm...I feel really sore, some of my muscles have tensed up...”
He took a moment to process her words, needing a second to realize that the running they had done had taken a toll on her chest. “D-Does it hurt much?” He asked, coming closer and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. She nodded faintly, letting her left globe naturally rest down once more, raising up her right instead, massaging beneath it, as well. “I can’t ignore it anymore...I’ve gotten cramps like this before, and they never seem to go away until you massage the area and relax the muscles...I’ll probably still need a few days to recover, regardless...” “Can I help?” He asked, looking at her with worry. She looked at him for a moment with a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “O-Okay...Please be gentle, though...It’s still fresh, too much pressure will just make it worse...” Timoteo nodded lightly, coming closer to her, sitting over the middle of the bed in front of her. She lightly slipped her hands beneath her mounds, lifting them up towards her chin, revealing the creases between her lower chest and her breasts.
Timoteo slowly brought his hands over, using his thumbs, touching along her creases. “Right there, the muscles have tensed...” Bianca lightly said. He tried using his thumbs to massage from left to right, Bianca shutting her eyes. “Nng...” She groaned out, her jaw going a little tight for a moment. “Too hard?” He asked. “No...That’s what I hate about these cramps. They persist until you rub them, but rubbing them hurts, too. It’s a necessary pain...” “Alright...Let me know if I’m being too hard.” He said. She nodded lightly. He massaged along her for nearly a minute before Bianca lightly said “Try going in circles...” He nodded, rubbing his thumbs around clockwise, instantly getting a reaction from her. Her eyes shut tight, she groaned in her throat. “You okay?” He asked. She nodded. “The muscles get used to being massaged a certain way, after a while...The pain goes away, but not because the muscles have actually relaxed, yet.” “So I should mix it up, then.” He said. She nodded in confirmation.
He rubbed clockwise, counterclockwise, up and down, left to right. He mixed up his rubbing style every few seconds, keeping up his massaging for a few minutes. Finally, Bianca smiled a little, opening her eyes. “Thank you, it’s starting to feel better...The tenderness isn’t gone yet, but it’s much less sharp.” “I can massage you again, later on.” He warmly offered. She smiled a little. “I’d like that. Thank you.” She cooed out. She eased her breasts back down, letting them sit over the backs of his hands. He moved his hands around, cupping her breasts a little from beneath, lightly asking “How about these, themselves? Are they sore?” “A bit...They-” She cut herself off with a sharp inhale. He had given her a light squeeze, freezing his hands after at her sound of pain. She slowly let the breath out, quietly saying “They’re not so easy to relax...They hurt more when they get sore...Luckily, they’re not exactly tensed up, so they usually get better, on their own...”
“Oh...Sorry about that...” He sheepishly mumbled, slipping his hands away from her, leaving her bosom alone. She smiled a little, reaching over and slipping her hands into his. Leaning over, she closed her eyes, giving him a quick kiss on his lips. She smiled and looked him in the eyes as she said “Thank you for helping. I just need a bit of time, now. If you want to massage me again later, I’d love the help.” “Alright. Want to check the crops?” He asked, smiling pleasantly. Bianca nodded lightly, releasing his hands, beginning to pull her shirt on with a little smile still on her face. After watering the crops, they bathed together, Bianca then slipping out into Darkwood to hunt for deer. After going three months with nothing but sandwiches, Bianca couldn’t deny her craving for venison anymore, dragging a freshly killed doe back to their home for cooking. After cooking up as much edible meat from the deer as they could, they ate their fill, wrapping up and preserving the rest in the cellar, keeping the meat fresh for a later meal.
For dessert, they had some more of the cake she had made for him, savouring the chocolate delight. Then, they retired to the bedroom, a little sleepy after such a heavy feast. Undressing completely, they relaxed together over their bed, lying close together. Timoteo reclined near the pillows, his back partly against the wall behind the bed. His legs spread a little, Bianca sat between his thighs, lying back against him, her head resting back over his left collar bone. He had massaged at the muscles beneath her breasts again, helping to ease them some more, undoing any fresh tenseness. Then, very gently, very slowly, he tried massaging her breasts, trying to dull how sore they were for her. It was painful for her at first, but eventually Timoteo found a tenuous balance between speed and pressure, Bianca warmly encouraging him. When he found the combination needed to ease her pain, he kept at it, Bianca grateful for his assistance.
Her arms under his, she stroked along his thighs, relaxing as he worked his hands, rubbing her bosom around with his delicate speed and matching pressure. Her soft skin against his chest and stomach was heavenly for him, feeling her body move when he breathed, feeling her chest rise and fall as she did the same. Quietly, he asked “So...How do you feel about what happened at the Chasm?” Bianca was quiet for a moment before she softly said “I don’t regret what happened...But...I can’t help but feel like...” She trailed off. “...Like?” He gently urged. Bianca turned her head towards him a little, her heavy lidded eyes looking off into space. “...Like I’ve lost everything. I wanted to kill her for so long, I thought about it so much...For the longest time, I felt like it was my life’s purpose to kill her. Everything I did, it was somehow connected to her...And now she’s gone.” She seemed lost for words for a few seconds before she lightly said “I honestly don’t know what to do, now. Almost every day, for years, I thought about getting revenge. And now that I’ve gotten it, I feel lost. I have no purpose, now. I had never thought much on what I’d do if I ever got my revenge, I just stayed fixated on my goal...”
“So...You need a new goal. Something else to keep you going.” “No, not...Well, perhaps. I just spent so much time and energy over the years, thinking about her...And now, I don’t have to, anymore. That hate I had for her became who I am...But now, that hate is pointless. She’s dead.” Closing her eyes entirely, she affectionately nestled her head under his chin. “It was negative, but it was a core part of my life, how I approached every day. I think I’ll be better off without that negativity...And as long as you’re here, I won’t feel very lost.” He kissed the top of her head, smelling the blueberry scent of her hair. “I’m not going anywhere...We have all the time in the world. I don’t think it’s so bad, to have no goal. We can just relax, enjoy our time...” She smiled gently. “You’re right...I don’t think it will be so bad, either. I could get used to it...I don’t want Octavia to keep me from being happy, I don’t want her to keep me from living my life to fullest, anymore.”
“You don’t have to. You can let her go, let her vanish. Once she’s gone from you, she’s gone forever.” Her eyes grew moist, but not particularly from sadness. She smiled a little more. “I know...I want to. It will take some time to fully let it go, but I want to end her influence over me, once and for all. I know I will never change how she’s affected my life, but all the anger, all the hatred...All the memories...I want to make peace with it all. I want it to stop hurting.” He kissed the top of her head, again. “I’m here...I can help.” She nodded lightly. “You’ve helped me so much, already. If not for you, things would have turned out vastly different...” “This is where I want to be, Bianca. Right here, no where else. Just spending my time with you, looking forward to every day...” “I feel the same...I want this to be my life’s goal, now. I want something positive driving me on.” Her voice tightened up a little with emotions near the end of her last sentence.
He ended their words, bringing one hand up to her chin. He leaned her head back, letting them look into each other’s eyes, Timoteo seeing the tears streaking her cheeks. Aside from her tears, her face was remarkably calm, gazing into his eyes lovingly, trustingly. He leaned closer to her, closing his eyes, kissing her softly. She kissed him back, letting out a warm breath against his cheek, almost melting back against him as they kissed a second time. He kept his hand over her throat, feeling her soft, silky skin as they kissed again and again. Quickly, Timoteo began to grow aroused, his developing stiffness pressing against the tail of Bianca’s spine. Her breathing began to deepen, as did his.
She lightly rubbed at his thighs for a few moments before raising her left up to her chest, resting it over the hand he still had over her bosom. He released her ample globe, beginning to trail his hand downwards, her hand staying over his. When he began to creep down her tummy, however, she slipped her hand off of his, a tremble running up her spine as she realized where he wanted to feel. She rested her hand over her belly as he slipped down further, his fingers feeling over her soft black pubic hair, then over her plump, supple lips. He cupped her for a moment, rubbing lightly, feeling her warm mound move under his digits. She slowly spread her legs a little, resting them over his, wordlessly inviting him to touch her to his heart’s content...
Timoteo found himself rousing out of his slumber in the middle of the night, becoming aware without truly waking up. He was spooning with Bianca, his beloved close to him, their legs fitting together. He smiled lightly, closed his eyes again, and lightly rubbed over her belly, feeling her take in a slow, peaceful breath. He quickly fell asleep once more. When he woke up again, he could feel he was tensed up with pleasure. He was lying on his back, Bianca no longer by his side. Something slick and fiery was wrapped around his stiff nether regions, slowly moving back and forth, hungrily feasting at him. Looking down, he saw a figure under the bed sheets, lightly bobbing up and down. He smiled a little, red working into his cheeks. She was fulfilling her fantasy again, it seemed. Lifting up the bed sheets, he saw her on her knees between his legs, her hands on his thighs as she moved her head to and fro. She looked up at him tenderly, smiling a little, rubbing her lips back and forth along his length, working her tongue at the underside.
He laid back again with a little groan, feeling Bianca resume her movements. She moved slowly, enjoying his taste, drawing out having him in her mouth for as long as possible. He laid there for a minute or two, letting her wake him up fully in her own passionate way. When he couldn’t stave off his end any longer, his jaw went a little tight, his body tensing up a bit more. At the first taste of his seed, she lightly moaned in her throat, her vocalization vibrating against the end of his manhood. He relaxed, euphoria flowing over him. She kept bobbing her head as he continued to spill his essence, eagerly helping the progress, urging out as much as she could. She swallowed down his seed, slowly letting him come from her mouth. Still, she didn’t move away. Holding him around his base with her thumb and index finger, she lightly pulled upwards. A bead of remaining seed collected at his tip, Bianca reaching her tongue out, dragging it over the eye of his member, cleansing him.
She repeated her action, drawing out another little bead of excess cream. She wrapped her lips around his tip, making him tremble as she slipped her lips back, cleansing him again. No more seed would follow, Bianca smiling contently, beginning to crawl up along him, popping out from under the sheets. “Good morning...” She murmured, getting on her hands and knees over him, warmly looking down into his eyes. He smiled widely, saying “Best morning I’ve had in a while...Did you sleep well?” She nodded gently, sitting over his stomach a little, her knees on either side of his chest. She was leaning over a little, staying close to him. Her long hair hung down over her back, some of it hanging down by her right side like a soft, black curtain. Her hands to his shoulders, she rubbed at him a little, Timoteo holding her by her hips. His eyes closed a little with contentment when he noticed just how happy she generally seemed to be.
Her eyes were bright, the brightest he had seen them in a long time. She had the smile of somebody who knew she had nothing to worry about anymore, that she had everything she had ever wanted, and that she had the rest of her life to enjoy it all with. Seeing her in such a state put him in the same, Timoteo smiling a little more, gazing into her blood red eyes. “I get the feeling today’s going to be a good day.” He lightly said, bringing his left hand up from her hip, lightly feeling his fingers past her ear and into her hair, touching his palm to her cheek. She smiled more, raising a hand near his chin, lightly brushing her thumb down across his bottom lip. “I don’t feel like doing anything, today...I just want to stay in bed, with you...” She lightly said. “Nothing wrong with that...” He said, starting to grin a little. She held him by his shoulders again, leaning over further, Timoteo bringing his hand back down from the side of her face. “Mm...” Bianca mumbled lightly, sharing a few light kisses with him, Timoteo feeling her chest press into his as she came close.
After a few kisses, he felt her give his bottom lip a gentle nibble, darting her tongue out at his lips afterwards. He reached his tongue out a little, and she flicked her tip against his a few times, teasing him. He raised his head a little, bringing the two back within kissing space, Bianca starting to kiss him again. He slipped his tongue out and went between her lips, Bianca shivering lightly, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze. She played back with him as he rubbed at her tongue, welcoming her mouth’s visitor with moist caresses. He slipped one hand down from her hips, going around her, giving her tush a light squeeze, fondling her plump, round backside immediately after. Her kissing grew a bit more passionate, her breathing deepening. He could tell he was making arousal slowly burn through her, awakening her carnal wants and needs. Just then, a voice emanated from his pack, calling his name. They could both tell it was Darrah, able to recognize her voice even through all the gold and jewels piled atop his Guild Seal.
Bianca raised her head a little, looking back towards the foot of his bed, to his pack. His hand relaxed over her bum. He wasn’t exactly bothered, he still felt in too good a mood to get bothered, but he was a little vexed that the moment was being interrupted. “It’s like it’s the will of the cosmos to interrupt us when we’re like this, as often as possible.” He said, under his breath. Bianca looked back at him with a little smile, amused. “Do you think it’s important?” She quietly asked. Timoteo made a bit of a disgruntled face. “Maybe, but even if it’s not, if I ignore her, she’ll just get worried. Besides, it’s been a while. Maybe she’s heard from Gibbons.” Bianca slowly got off of him, letting him get up from the bed. She sat on the bed with the sheets up to her waist, watching him walk over to his pack in the nude, pulling it open and reaching around inside. When he had gotten his Seal out, Darrah was just then saying his name again. “Yeah, I’m here. How are you, Darrah?” He asked, walking back over and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve been good. I’ve got some news.” “Oh? I’m all ears.” Bianca began to crawl over, smiling a little, coming close behind him. She almost seemed to be playfully trying to distract him, pressing her chest against his back and holding him around his waist, kissing quietly at the side of his neck, sending electric jolts along his nerve endings. He smiled a little, turning his head towards her, getting a kiss on the cheek from her in response. Darrah continued, oblivious to what they were doing. “My brother came back not all that long ago. Brute came back with him. They both ended up in the same country, a place called Aurora.” Timoteo perked up, Bianca paying attention as well, but still cuddling up close to him from behind. “I didn’t even realize he had gone anywhere. I thought he was still in Knothole Glade. Explains how Gibbons never saw him around, though...” “We found out where Benedict’s fortress is, by Hook Coast. We’re preparing my father’s men as much as we can before we get the ships we’ll need to cross over. We’ve recruited a few hundred villagers that were near the path of Benedict’s bandit horde. We move out in a little over three weeks.”
“That’s good, right?” “Yeah, of course. I heard from Gibbons just a few minutes ago. Still no word on your father, but he says he can finally come through on a favour I asked him a while back.” “Which would be?” Timoteo asked, closing his eyes for a moment, his mouth hanging open a crack. Bianca had switched sides, kissing at the other side of his neck, teasing his nerves there, as well. “Blueprints for an explosive. The same kind the League used to destroy the Guild’s front gates. Benedict’s fortress has front gates like the estate, and if he shuts them before my father’s men can get through, an explosive might be the only way we can get them back open. He was going to contact me in about an hour, when he had made sure it was safe for us to meet up.” “I see.” “So...I also contacted you for another reason.” Bianca brought her face to the back of his head, smelling his hair, kissing at the nape of his neck. He smiled lightly, distracted while saying “What’s that, Darrah?”
“Well...Since you helped fight Benedict’s bandits off, I was hoping you’d want to finish the fight, help with the attack. It’d mean a lot to me if you took part in this. Your mother and brother miss you, they didn’t think you’d disappear after just seeing them again for the first time in years. I plan on asking Gibbons if he’ll take part, too.” “Is Bianca welcome to join in, too?” He asked. Darrah was quiet for several seconds. Eventually, Timoteo heard her let out a little sigh. “...Yeah, she can come, too.” Darrah hesitantly said. Timoteo smiled. “Alright, we’ll be heading up there tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? Why not today?” Timoteo grinned and sounded a little amused as he said “You’re not leaving for another three weeks, right? So, waiting one day won’t hurt.” “I guess not...Did you have something better to do?” “I was just going to have a lazy day, today. Just relax in bed and unwind.” “Eh...Right. Alright, then. I’ll leave you to doing...Nothing.” She said, sounding just a little confused.
Timoteo chuckled in his throat. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Darrah.” He simply said. “Yeah, see you.” Darrah said, her voice friendly. The glow surrounding his Seal faded, Timoteo tossing it back over into his pack. Turning to Bianca lightly, he smiled until he was almost grinning, saying “Now, where were we?...” Bianca closed her eyes and smiled, nuzzling her face into some of his hair...
Come morning the next day, Timoteo and Bianca readied themselves and slipped away to Grizelda’s cottage. Catching her before she went out for the day, presumably to interfere with Witchspotter operations in other parts of Darkwood, they asked her if she would mind watching their crops for them while they were away. Grizelda agreed, promising to water them while the two were joining in on Alexander’s retaliation against Benedict. Then, Timoteo and Bianca teleported up to the Cullis Gate near Darrah’s home. When they arrived, they found the estate grounds filled fit to bursting with soldiers, all training. Darrah was quick to go out and greet him once word had reached her that he had arrived, greeting Bianca without anywhere near the same warmth, but without the same notable hostility that she usually had for her, either. Brute came out with Darrah, pleased to see the two of them. His time in the sunny Aurora had given him a deep tan, and he seemed even more muscular than before, but other than that, he was the same Brute they remembered him to be.
He gave Timoteo a tough hug when he saw him, but he seemed a little sheepish about hugging Bianca, Bianca having to initiate the embrace. He dwarfed her with his height and muscles, Brute obviously being very careful when he returned the embrace, clearly afraid of accidentally hurting her. Timoteo asked if Gibbons had decided to join in. Darrah said that he had refused, saying that his position in the League would have been put in jeopardy if he disappeared for that length of time, and suspicions would be raised around him if word got back to the League that someone similar to his description had been helping out. He did meet up with her, however, to pass along a copy of the blueprint for an explosive, and promised to do what he could to keep news from Hook Coast from reaching the League, effectively blinding the rest of the League to that region while the attack takes place. If his efforts paid off, they wouldn’t have to worry about any sort of League intervention during the assault.
Darrah showed the two into the mansion, making a point of showing Timoteo to his room, then Bianca to her’s. “I think we’d like to share a room, if it’s all the same to you.” Bianca lightly said, holding one of Timoteo’s hands. Darrah didn’t seem pleased with this, but she didn’t argue. She asked Timoteo to meet her brother once he had settled in, and reminded Bianca that she needed to stay in Timoteo’s room, otherwise her presence would begin to cause a negative stir. Even if she hid her evil appearance under her cloak, she said, Bianca would be taken as a bad omen and ill luck by the soldiers, and would just generally rattle and demoralize them. Timoteo couldn’t help but think that Darrah was just looking for some proper-sounding explanation to keep Bianca in seclusion during her stay at the estate, but it didn’t seem to faze Bianca. She accepted Darrah’s terms. Timoteo and Bianca slipped into their room, Bianca looking around with a bit of admiration in her eyes.
“Darrah’s home is immense. I’ve never been inside a building with five floors, before.” Bianca said, sounding just a little awed. “Yeah, it’s certainly impressive, eh?” Timoteo said with a smile, glancing at her from over her shoulder as he walked over towards the bed. Pulling off his pack, he set it down by the bedside table to the left of the immense bed, beginning to pull off his chainmail shirt immediately after. When Bianca’s eyes settled on the bed, an excited glitter crossed them. She walked towards the bed, saying “That bed is huge...You could get lost in the sheets!” Timoteo chuckled a little. Coming by the bed, she leaned over, running a hand over the bed’s soft sheets. “It’s soft, though...” She murmured, pressing her hand into the mattress, testing how comfortable it’d be. “Sleeping in in that thing was always great. It’s really comfy.” He said. “I can’t wait to find out for myself.” She warmly responded, giving him a smile.
She looked over towards the far wall, lightly saying “A balcony, too...Darrah certainly had a luxurious childhood.” “Heh, I don’t think Darrah enjoyed it as much as you might think, but growing up in this place definitely had perks.” Timoteo answered, watching her walk towards the balcony. “I’ll be right back, I’m pretty sure Darrah wants me to do the whole routine of taking a bath and getting in new clothes. Then I’ll have to see her brother, and she’ll probably want me to say hello to her parents, too...” Bianca turned around with a little smile, making him trail off, the young woman saying “It’s alright. I’ll stay here, and maybe start reading one of the books.” “Nothing’s on Will, remember?” He said, smiling. She smiled more, cooing out “I’m sure I’ll find something interesting, nonetheless.” He turned and left the room, a little half-smile on his face as he headed for Darrah’s room. He almost walked into her when she pulled open her door, Timoteo not even having time to knock.
In a white dress with the torso coloured light blue, her dirty blonde hair prim and proper with the aid of a jewelled hairband, diamond-studded slippers on her feet, and her Auroran bracelet on her wrist, she looked beautiful, a little smile growing on her face when she noticed him. She raised her eyebrow a little, looking him up and down, saying “There you are. Well, you’ll need new clothes, while you’re here. You can get cleaned up while I have someone get you something to wear.” The two began to walk down the hall together, heading for the downwards staircase, their feet making no noise against the soft, expensive rug over the floor. “I am clean, Darrah.” She gave him a look, still smiling a little. “Don’t tell me we need to go over that, again. It hasn’t been that long since you were last here, has it?” “Yes, yes. Social protocol, all that nonsense.” Timoteo dismissively said. She reached over and smacked the back of her hand against his stomach, catching him off-guard but not knocking the wind from his lungs. “Don’t say it like that.” She simply said.
Before he could speak, she raised her hand up for him to see, saying “Look, my brother got it for me in Aurora. Isn’t it beautiful?” Timoteo and Darrah came to a pause in the hallway, Timoteo holding her arm to get a good look at the bracelet. Holding her near her wrist with his left hand, holding some of her fingers with his other hand, he looked the bracelet over, examining the foreign craftsmanship. The scorpions of Aurora were smoother, with sleeker plates to protect their bodies, it seemed. Their pincers were shaped differently, but their tails appeared more or less the same, aside from a somewhat different stinger shape. He had never seen a bracelet like it before, it was totally unique, to him. Darrah smiled widely, pleased to see he liked it, too. “I’ve never seen a bracelet like it, before.” He said, looking it over a few times more. She let him keep holding her arm, looking down at it, herself. “He got me a bunch of other things from Aurora, too. They’re amazing. You should try some of the candies he got me, they’re really sweet.”
“Sure. You wanted me to meet your brother though, right?” Darrah nodded, Timoteo releasing her arm, the two beginning to head down the hallway once again. “After. First, I want to get you presentable, again.” “I wish you had a better opinion on how I look.” Timoteo said, just a little sullenly. She looked at him with a little smile. “I just know how things should be done around here.” She said, a little slowly. Almost as if she were trying to change the subject, she quickly added “I’m sure Bianca will love it, anyway. So, it’s not a big deal.” “You think I look bad, don’t you?” He asked, looking at her with a bit of a neutral expression. She let out a faint sigh before she said “No, Tim, of course not. I think you look very handsome. But you know that things are done a certain-”
She cut herself off, looking at him with narrowed eyes, sounding confused as she said “Didn’t we already talk about this? We did. What’s to be confused about?” He raised an eyebrow faintly, smiling a little as he teasingly said “Handsome, eh? Even without any fancy clothes?” “Shut up.” She quickly said. He smiled more, going quiet. Darrah was silent for a few seconds before she muttered out “You’re stupid, Tim.” “I missed you too, Darrah.” He said, smiling at her. She smiled a little, swinging her hips over, bopping her side against his. They came to a staircase, beginning to descend the steps, heading for the first floor of the mansion...
“This is his room, here.” Darrah said, leading Timoteo up to a door on the fifth floor. Freshly bathed and in new clothes, he lightly said “Alright, let’s say hello, then.” He was dressed in black fabric pants, his shirt a little loose, coloured dark green. His shirt had two buttons beneath his chin, so he could adjust how open his shirt was. He left one button undone, keeping the other done up. His hair was neat and styled, combed down in every direction aside from the front, his bangs raised up a little, making a cliff over his forehead. Darrah gave Craig’s door a knock, saying “Craig? I’ve got someone I’d like for you to meet.” “Give me a second.” They heard Craig respond. Timoteo whispered out through the corner of his mouth. “Should I call him “My lord”, like Alexander?” Darrah smiled and shook her head. “He won’t mind if you call him by his name.” A moment or two later, and the door was pulled inwards, Craig standing in the doorway.
Dressed in a pale red shirt with dark blue pants, he had a friendly smile, looking at Timoteo. “Hey, you must be Timoteo, from the Guild. Darrah’s told me a lot about you.” He held out a hand, saying “I’m Craig, it’s nice to meet you.” Timoteo shook his hand, smiling politely, saying “Likewise. Bianca and I are here to help with the battle. We’d help with training, too, but Darrah and Brute are better suited to training people with melee combat.” “Bianca? Is she another Hero?” Craig asked, curious. Timoteo looked at Darrah, not all that surprised that Darrah hadn’t mentioned Bianca to her brother. Darrah lightly cleared her throat before saying “Eh, yes...She didn’t come from the Guild, but she’s a Hero, too.” Craig glanced around. “Where is she?” He asked. Timoteo kept looking at Darrah, staring, raising his eyebrows lightly, nonverbally urging her to answer her brother. Darrah glanced at him and slowly spoke, searching for her words as she went.
“She...Um...She’s...In her room. Yes. She’s in her room, and wants to stay there for a while. She’s an odd one, she likes isolation. Wants to hole up in her room. Yeah, that’s it.” Craig smiled and narrowed his eyes at his sister. She let out a light sniff, staying silent, otherwise, not reacting to his look. “Well, alright.” He said, making it clear with his tone that he knew she wasn’t being completely honest with him. Looking at Timoteo, he said “Will we see you at lunch? Should be served in an hour or two.” Timoteo nodded, saying “Of course.” Craig said “Alright, good. Well, I gotta get back, I was in the middle of painting. I’ll see you two around.” Darrah gave a wave, Craig shutting the door quietly. As he and Darrah began to walk away, Timoteo said “...Unless, of course, Bianca has to eat in our room, in which case, I’ll want to stay with her.” Darrah gave him an unhappy look, saying “Oh, come on, Tim. Don’t be like that. Isn’t it enough that I’m letting her in here? Do I have to let her make an uproar before you see that I’m right?”
Timoteo didn’t say anything, his expression a little unimpressed. They were both quiet for a few seconds before she said “...How about we have tea in your room? The three of us. You can fill me in on the last few months.” Timoteo gave her a surprised look. Darrah smiled a little, smugly saying “I promise to play nice with Bianca.” Timoteo thought he was risking another intense fight, but something unknown to him persuaded him to agree. “Well...Alright. As long as you promise there won’t be any fighting.” He hesitantly said. Darrah glanced at him, saying “I already promised to try and be on my best behaviour. It’s up to her, now, to keep a fight from happening. I’ll be up to your room in a few minutes, I’ll have some tea and sandwiches brought up...”
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