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Turkey Surprise.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IX - "Hook Coast"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: September 10, 2012

When Timoteo awoke, it was to the delicate blueberry fragrance of Bianca’s silky smooth hair. He smiled a little, keeping his eyes shut, reaching over and lightly stroking along her arm. He was lying on his back under the covers, Bianca cuddled up close to his left side, resting over him partially. She had her left leg over both of his, her foot resting by his right calf. On her right side, she was lying over the left side of his body, like he were a long pillow for her to snuggle up to. She had her left arm draped over his chest to his right shoulder, the right side of her face resting over the left side of his chest, over his pectoral muscle. The top of her head was close to his chin, allowing him to catch her subtle scent. He could feel her soft bosom pressing into his side, her immense chest pushing into him a little bit more with every peaceful breath. After a few gentle strokes along her arm, she took in a deeper breath, letting it out in a bit of a sigh against his chest.
She smiled a little, mumbling contently in her throat, barely moving her hand over his shoulder, rubbing back at him. He gave her a kiss over her head, murmuring out "Good morning..." Bianca whispered the same in return, leaning her head back, turning her face up to him. She let out a sleepy sigh, warmly mumbling out "I just realized, there's something we haven't done in a while..." "Mm, what's that?" He asked, raising his head slightly, looking down at her. Bianca decided not to answer him. Instead, she showed him. She slowly began to crawl over him, the bed sheets slipping down from her shoulders to the small of her back as she straddled him. He looked up at her with a tiny smile, Bianca looking down at him with a strengthening smile of her own. Her dark hair hanging down over her shoulders, surrounding her face like a soft curtain, she rubbed at his chest for a moment before her hands smoothed up to his shoulders.
She leaned over far, pressing her chest into his as she brought her face to the left side of his neck. He closed his eyes as she nuzzled her face into his skin, lightly running her tongue along a small patch of his flesh, licking at him a few times. He clued in to what she wanted instantly. He smiled gently, keeping his eyes closed, raising his hands to her hips. He rubbed along her encouragingly, giving his approval without words. She kissed the side of his neck before taking a small bit of skin between some of her teeth. When she bit down, she instantly split skin, sending a little nip of pain through him. He barely winced before she started lapping her tongue over the tiny cut, Bianca mumbling warmly in her throat, licking and suckling at his cut, tasting his blood. He slipped his hands up around her and went to the small of her back, rubbing tenderly along her spine, feeling her creamy skin run under his hands. They stayed like that for a time, Bianca licking at his cut until the flow of blood ceased, the two then merely cuddling affectionately.
They enjoyed some time basking in each other's warmth, the feeling of their skin against the other's, before there was a knocking at the bedroom door. "Do you think that's Darrah?" Bianca mumbled, her face still close to the side of his neck. "Mm. Never know. I should see who it is..." He quietly replied. Bianca reluctantly began to crawl off of him, watching him slip out of the bed, pulling the bed sheets back up to her shoulders once he was out, purely to prevent the visitor any chance of glimpsing at her body. Timoteo hastily got dressed, dressing entirely in the clothes Darrah had provided for him the day before, then headed for the bedroom door. There was another knocking at the door before he reached it, Timoteo opening it up, saying "Yes?" Looking at the visitor standing before the doorway, he was a little caught off-guard to see it was an elderly butler, the dignified man wearing an expensive-looking black coat, buttoned up over a poofy white shirt.
He wore black trousers along with black shoes polished to a shine, a tall pair of white socks underneath. His white hair was parted in the middle and combed down over his ears, where it was done up into twin curls, the curls tight to keep his hair from getting unruly as much as possible. He had a thick, almost comically so, moustache on his face, which twitched around a little as he spoke. "Terribly sorry to intrude at such an early hour, my lord, but my lady Darrah has requested the presence of both yourself and a miss Bianca for breakfast, this morning. If it would suit you, my lord, my lady Darrah suggested breakfast be taken in your chambers." Timoteo nodded, saying "Sure, we can have it here." "Very good, my lord. Breakfast will be prepared with all haste. After the appropriate morning rituals, my lady will visit your quarters. Good day." The butler did a smart turn before quietly walking off down the hall. Timoteo quietly shut the bedroom door, heading back for the bed.
Bianca sat up in the bed, letting the covers fall down to her lap. "She must want the three of us to talk about everything." Bianca quietly said. "Yeah...After the two of you talked last night, I have to wonder how it's going to turn out...I want to apologize again, but I want her to apologize for hurting you, too. She already apologized to you, right?" He asked, standing by the bed, looking at her. She merely nodded. "Well, still." He simply said, in almost a mutter. They were both quiet for a moment before he smiled, holding out a hand, saying "Come on, we can take baths downstairs. Darrah's more than likely going to have someone bring me new clothes, but I don't think you'll have to worry about that until your dress is made." Bianca smiled a little, reaching over and taking his hand, letting him help her out of the bed. She quickly got dressed before pulling her cloak on, then parted the curtains to allow light to flood the room. She left the room with him, Timoteo guiding her down to the first floor of the mansion...
After taking separate baths purely to avoid a scandal, Timoteo was briefly visited by a maid, providing him with another set of clothes for the day, departing with the previous day's set. He got dressed in the deep green long-sleeved shirt and black pants, combing and styling his hair before departing from the room. Making sure nobody was around in the hallway to see him, he slipped into Bianca's room, making her peep with surprise. He shut the door behind himself, smiling a little, looking over at her. Having been given ample privacy, she had only donned her tiny pair of underwear before standing in front of the vanity mirror the room had, using one of the brushes resting on the table before it to straighten her damp hair. When she saw that her visitor was only him, she relaxed, smiling as she went back to her brushing, looking over at him the whole time. He smiled, approaching her, his arms out by his sides a little.
"Like the new clothes?" He asked. "Mhm." Bianca mumbled, glancing along him for a moment before her eyes met his. He walked up to her, holding her by her hips as he leaned over, sharing a kiss with her. "You gave me a shock...I had been worried someone else had walked in on me." She lightly said. He smiled more. "Sorry, guess I should've knocked." He said, just a little amused. She smiled more, murmuring out "It's okay..." He stepped to the side, coming behind her so she could turn back to the vanity mirror. He brought his hands to her hips, looking over her shoulder to her reflection, watching her look back at him affectionately. She continued brushing her raven-black hair as he felt around her to her stomach, Timoteo playfully running his hands around her belly, feeling her plush skin. She smiled more, taking a step back and towards him, letting her back come to his front. He smiled, feeling his hands upwards, cupping her breasts when he reached them.
Bianca's cheeks turned a little pink, her smile becoming stronger. He played with her as she continued with her hair, Timoteo sinking his fingers into her with light squeezes, jiggling her bosom around at times, as well. He pressed her globes together before releasing her, making her bounce gently. Just as she finished with her hair, he felt his way to her nipples, delicately rubbing the prints of his index fingers along her. Bianca's mouth hung open a crack, her eyes falling to the reflection of her chest, watching his actions. He stimulated her light pink nipples until they stood stiff, giving them gentle pinches after. "Tim..." Bianca breathed out, turning her head to the side a little, resting the brush down on the table in front of the mirror. He smiled happily, giving her a little kiss on the side of her neck. "I'm just teasing. Come on, we should slip out of here before people start walking in the hall, again." Bianca let out a gentle breath, smiling a little, turning around to face him.
He barely caught her eyes before she slipped her arms up around his neck, coming close and kissing him lovingly. He held her around her waist, kissing her in return, sharing a few oral embraces before they slowly released each other. She gazed into his eyes for a moment before she stepped past him, walking over to the table by the iron bathtub, where her clothes lay in a little pile. He waited for her to get dressed before slipping out of the room with her, heading back for their bedroom. When they got back to their room, they only had about five minutes to themselves before there was a little knock at their door. “My lord? Breakfast is ready!” They both heard a woman call out from the other side of their bedroom door. Timoteo walked over and opened it up, smiling a little, his stomach grumbling in appreciation. Standing there were two middle-aged maids, both holding up polished silver trays covered in plates and fancy silver goblets, a small silver jug going with the goblets, sparkling silver utensils by each plate.
Timoteo and Bianca both keenly eyed the food, very interested in the breakfast Darrah had had done up for them all. Some sausages had been cooked over a fire, and some chicken eggs had likewise been cooked up. Some potatoes had been chopped up into little pieces and cooked over a flame as well, making hash browns. There was more than enough for the three of them, the three plates completely covered with the three types of food. Neither of them knew what was in the goblets, not able to catch a peek as the maids brought the trays over towards the table between the two couches, on the other side of the room. “Where’s Darrah?” Timoteo asked. “Ah, I believe she’s in her room. She should only be a minute, m’lord.” One of the two servants answered. They set the two trays down on the table before bidding the two a delightful breakfast, the servants then making their way out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind themselves.
Bianca began to slip out of her cloak, looking at the food with a hungry gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I can’t wait to try that...” She softly said, almost licking at her lips. Timoteo smiled a little, but something in his peripheral vision made his eyes fall to her bosom. Poking out of her thin shirt were twin nubbins, her nipples still stiff, making their presence known through her garment. He smiled more, hesitantly saying “Um, Bianca...You’re...Well...Sticking out.” Bianca looked at him in curiosity, mumbling out “Sticking...?” She followed his eyes down to her chest. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment when she realized what he was talking about. “Oh!...Um...Maybe I should keep my cloak on for breakfast, then...” She mumbled, a little sheepishly. He took a step closer to her as she slipped her cloak back on, grinning a little wolfishly as he slipped his hands into her cloak, planting his hands over her bosom. He found her stiff nipples and gave them both a light pinch through her shirt, pulling them from side to side, making her bust sway a little.
She blushed more and quivered, but didn’t stop him, looking up to his eyes. “Did you like the teasing, earlier?” He asked, his grin calming to a wide smile. She nodded slightly, her eyes turning a little fogged with wanting. He had grinned again for a second before a knock came at their door, the two of them hearing Darrah lightly say “Tim, uh...Bianca...It’s me. Can I come in?” Timoteo and Bianca’s expressions both relaxed, the two of them taking a step away from each other, Timoteo’s hands slipping away from her chest. “Of course, come on in.” He said, loudly enough that he was sure she could hear him. She turned the knob, opened the door, and stepped inside.
She was wearing a baby blue dress, the sleeves of the dress short enough to only cover her shoulders, not reaching down her upper arms at all. Like all of her dresses, the dress gave no glimpse at all to her chest, the dress not revealing even the slightest hint of cleavage. She had her Auroran bracelet around her left wrist, the gold and silver jewellery piece glinting in the available light. Her hair was impeccably brushed and smoothed back, clearing her forehead entirely, her hair kept in place with a white diamond-studded hairband. She had a clearly nervous look to her, unable to meet either of them with her eyes, quietly shutting the door behind herself. "Um...Good morning." She said, a little softer than usual. "Good morning. How are you?" Timoteo asked in a friendly tone, he and Bianca both beginning to walk towards her. "I'm...Doing better." She said, able to meet his eyes for a moment before glancing away. "I'm glad you're feeling better." He warmly said, holding his arms out when he neared her.
She met his eyes as he came up to her, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her tight. Darrah hugged him back around his waist, but it took her a moment to really accept it, to really sink into his embrace and let herself be held by him. When she accepted it, she sighed faintly, closed her eyes, and nuzzled some of her face into his shoulder. They held each other for a few seconds before slowly parting, meeting each other's eyes for a moment or two. Darrah smiled a little, trailing her hands along him as they released each other, obviously not eager to let him go. Darrah then looked at Bianca, and she seemed almost uncomfortable for a second before she quietly said "Er...Good morning to you, too, Bianca...How are you?" Bianca smiled lightly and said "I'm doing fine. And yourself?" "Better." Darrah merely said, giving a little nod. She took a step towards Bianca before she hesitated, her expression turning a little conflicted.
Bianca smiled a bit more, realizing in a flash what Darrah had almost done. Taking it upon herself to initiate the contact, wanting to show Darrah that it was okay to be friendly with her, she stepped towards Darrah, slipping her arms under her's. She hugged her close, closing her eyes, her hands together over the small of Darrah's back. Darrah began to smile rather strongly, closing her eyes as well, reaching her arms around Bianca's shoulders, hugging her in return. Timoteo smiled pleasantly, truly pleased to see they were getting along more. As the two released each other, he said "Listen, Darrah...I'm really sorry about hurting you, before. That's not what I was trying to do." Darrah looked over to him, giving a little nod, saying "I know that, now...I'm...Sorry for getting so upset with you." Glancing at Bianca, her eyes began to grow depressed as she regretfully said "You and Bianca are a couple...Nothing I can do will change that. I lost my chance. I just need to accept it...And..."
"...You don't really believe that." Bianca calmly stated. Darrah looked at Bianca, nibbling at her bottom lip before she said "No, I do. I do. Doesn't mean I like it. I hate it. But, it's just the way things are, and the sooner I accept that, the better..." She smiled a little, her eyes closing partially. "I want to be your friend, Bianca...I don't want to fight with you, anymore. If I can just accept that you're with Tim, then I can be your friend." Bianca took a step closer to Darrah, lightly saying "I want you to be happy, Darrah...You deserve to be happy." Darrah hung her head down a little, bringing her hands up together over her stomach, barely looking up enough to meet Timoteo's eyes. She didn't say anything, waiting for him to do something. Timoteo slowly said "...Bianca told me about your idea of expanding our relationship...You know, so you could join us." Darrah's expression turned a little ashamed, looking away from his eyes. "I already know what your answer is, you don't have to say it..." She said, her voice growing quieter with every word.
Timoteo continued, regardless. "We thought about it, and...We just can't see it working out. We don't want you to hurt, but having a relationship among the three of us..." Darrah didn't respond for a few seconds. Bianca raised a hand to Darrah's back, comfortingly stroking along her. Darrah took in a trembling breath before she put on a brave little smile, lowering her arms back by her sides. "Let's get at that breakfast, hmm? It'll get cold, soon." She said, changing the subject. "Darrah..." Timoteo lightly said, looking at her with concern. She raised her eyebrows a little, still smiling as she said "I'll be fine. Really. We don't need to talk about it, anymore. I'm hungry." He took a little step towards her, his expression still worried. Darrah raised a hand to stop him, weakly saying "Please, I can do this. I'm not a little girl. I can..." She trailed off, her eyes beginning to glimmer. He glanced at Bianca. She looked as worried about Darrah as he did.
Darrah sniffled faintly before Timoteo looked at her again, saying "Alright, let's have some breakfast..." A flicker of a smile crossed Darrah as she thanked him, then turning and walking away from them both, heading for the nearby table. Timoteo and Bianca looked at each other again before following Darrah, sitting down on either side of her on the couch. Darrah struggled to keep herself from tearing up any further, reaching for the goblet by her plate, over the first silver tray. She quickly drank down the entire goblet, placing it back down on the tray, reaching for the jug, refilling her goblet. That's when Timoteo noticed that water had been provided with their breakfast, logically enough. It hadn't been often that ale had been served with the breakfasts he had had during his stay at the mansion, but ever since those few occasions, he had been wary. The drink greatly helped Darrah calm down. She looked left and right, noticing how they were looking at her with obvious compassion. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She said, sounding completely in control of herself again, back to the same old Darrah.
She smiled, reached out, picked up her plate, and grabbed the fork sitting by her plate. "C'mon, dig in, you two." She warmly said, looking down at her plate hungrily. Timoteo and Bianca both hesitated for a moment before relaxing a little, looking towards their own plates, their hunger taking control of them. They reached out, grabbed their plates and utensils, and joined Darrah in eating, the trio feasting in amiable silence. When they were finished, they all reclined back into the couch, taking gulps from their goblets intermittently. "It's another beautiful day, out there." Timoteo commented, his face awash with golden light from the immense windows set in the wall across from them all. "Mm." Darrah weakly mumbled in response. Timoteo looked over at her, warmly suggesting "Hey, maybe the three of us could have lunch outside, today? On the balcony, maybe? Or...A picnic?" Darrah perked up a little at his suggestion.
Looking over at him, she smiled a little, sounding a little more lively as she said "Yeah, that'd be fun. When noon rolls around, I can have some food taken out for us. But, first..." Nodding towards Bianca, Darrah said "Don't you think you should see your mother and brother, Tim? You should take Bianca with you, introduce her to them some more." "Er...Well..." Timoteo slowly said, his face turning hesitant. "You know they miss you, right? You realize that? They know you're upset with them, Tim. They know they really hurt you by never visiting...But now you're hurting them." Darrah said, calmly yet a little sternly, at the same time. Timoteo's tone turned a little cool as he said "If they missed me so much, they could've visited me." Quietly, Bianca said "He was one of Susan's children...He was part of their family. Even if it took years to save up enough gold to visit him, they should've at least made the effort. As far as we know, they didn't."
Darrah turned to Bianca in her seat, quickly saying "Yeah, but, you can't just abandon family. Even if they didn't really put forth a ton of effort to see him, he should still see them. It's only right." Looking back over at Timoteo, Darrah warmly said “Besides, don’t you want Bianca to get to know Susan and Martin? I mean, she is your lover, Tim.” Timoteo looked at her quizzically for a moment before he said “What happened to you being worried about how Bianca looks? What if my mom freaks out about Bianca’s morality? I don’t think she’s ever seen an evil Hero, before.” Darrah leaned back in her seat, smiling just a little with amusement. “Hm. You’re right.” She said, somewhat knowingly. “You should still see her, though. You should bring Bianca, but you’re right, her manifested morality could be a problem. I guess it’s up to you, whether you wanna risk it or not.” Timoteo looked over at Bianca. She met his eyes earnestly, waiting to see what his decision would be, hanging on whether or not he would approve of her enough.
“Tim! Oh, it’s been ages, where have you been? I heard about how you got called away on some important errand, after getting Martin out of Dattebayo.” Susan said, affectionately walking up to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a hug. Timoteo hugged her back, confused for a moment by her words, then realized that him being sent on an errand must’ve been a story fabricated by Darrah to explain his sudden disappearance. “Oh, yeah...I had to run down to Bowerstone, then I got caught up in some stuff. I’d rather not talk about it.” He said, seamlessly working with Darrah’s white lie. “Alright, I won’t press.” Susan said in an agreeable tone, the two releasing each other. Timoteo and Bianca had found the two just outside one of the dining halls on the mansion’s third floor, Martin and Susan about to enter one of the halls for breakfast, having been a little late. The two were dressed in the typical clothes of the estate, with Martin wearing fancier clothes, similar to Timoteo’s own attire.
Susan was wearing a blue dress with long, translucent sleeves, giving glimpses at her arms. Timoteo and Martin didn’t embrace, but they nodded at each other, acknowledging each other. “And Bianca’s back, too. It’s good to see you again.” Martin said, looking over at Bianca. Bianca had the hood of her cloak raised up, shadowing away her face, wanting the two to get some sort of warning before they saw her. “It’s nice to see you too, Martin. How have you and Susan been?” Bianca asked, softly. The group stepped to the side as a small crowd of people approached the doorway, walking into the hall. “We’ve been fine. Lady Darrah and her family have been making us feel really at home.” Martin said, smiling a little. “Just watch out for Natalie. She’s a bit of a viper.” Timoteo subtly remarked, making Martin grin a little with amusement. “Be careful what you say, Tim, you don’t want to bite the hand that feeds.” Susan quietly warned, glancing left and right.
Timoteo’s expression turned a little subdued at her admonishing, but he calmly responded “Don’t worry, mom.” He looked over at Bianca, smiling a little, saying “We were hoping we could talk with you two, for a bit...Tell you about how we met, give you a chance to get to know Bianca, that kind of thing.” They both seemed open to the idea, Susan more obviously pleased than Martin. “Sure! Wanna join us for breakfast?” Susan offered. “We just ate, but, sure.” Timoteo answered. Before any of them could walk away, Bianca said “Please, don’t be alarmed...I want to show you how I look before we head in. I shouldn’t leave my hood back while we’re in there, not just yet, at least...” Susan and Martin both looked at Bianca with curiosity and surprise, watching intently as she took hold of her hood with both hands. Timoteo glanced around, making sure nobody would see Bianca’s visage, relieved to find the hallways leading off from the dining hall appeared to be clear.
Bianca pulled her hood back. Susan and Martin both gasped. Bianca fidgeted a little uncomfortably at their reaction, her eyes falling towards the floor, going off to the side. Timoteo held his breath a little, waiting for one of his kin to say something. Susan was the first to regain her composure. She smiled a little, saying “Oh, she’s beautiful, Tim! I can see why you like her, she’s quite the pretty young thing.” Martin gulped gently, his face turning a little pale. “...She’s evil.” He said, coolly. “Hush, Martie.” Susan hastily said, giving him a bit of a glare. Bianca raised her eyebrows gently, murmuring out “No, it’s alright. He’s right, after all...I am evil. I’m not offended that he’s pointing it out.” Timoteo looked at his mother and older brother, slowly saying “Now you know why the two of us, and Darrah, were a little hesitant to have you see Bianca without her hood...I had a feeling you’ve never seen an evil Hero, before.” “We have, that’s the thing.” Martin said, his eyes narrowing a touch.
Timoteo glanced at him with mild surprise, his eyes then going to his mother. She seemed reluctant to give him an answer for a moment before she explained. “It was while you were at the Guild. A Hero came to Dattebayo, around our neighbourhood. He stopped by a street vendor and tried stealing something, but he got caught. He refused to hand the thing over, I don’t even remember what he tried stealing, in the first place. So, the stall operator called for some guards, and, oddly enough, the Hero stuck around for the guards to show up.” Martin nodded in confirmation. “I was close enough to hear what they said. The Hero tried saying that the stall operator had been looking at him weirdly, and so the Hero had decided that the appropriate thing to do was take what he wanted without paying. The guards told the Hero he was an idiot, and gave him three choices: give the item back, go to jail, or deal with them and their swords. The Hero decided to be an immature jerk.”
Timoteo and Bianca both looked at Martin with curiosity. Susan raised her eyebrows, saying “By that, Martin means the Hero smashed down the stall, then started fighting the guards. He killed two of them before he got knocked down. One guard almost ran him through on his sword, but then the Hero teleported away. We never saw him again.” Timoteo raised his eyebrows, confidently saying “Well, Bianca isn’t like that, you can rest easy.” “I believe you.” Susan faithfully declared, giving a little nod. “Thank you.” Bianca quietly said, smiling. Bianca pulled her hood back up, Timoteo holding out an arm towards the nearby doorway, saying “Well, shall we go in? We’ve got a few stories to tell, if you’d like...” “Of course. I’m famished.” Susan pleasantly said, the group heading through the doorway together...
Timoteo and Bianca spent close to an hour relating to Susan and Martin the tale of how they met, as well as other noteworthy events that took place in their time at the Guild. Considering their reactions to Bianca’s manifested morality, they omitted Bianca’s exile from their tale, as well as the death of Travis. They let the two believe that Bianca had been at the Guild for as long as the other apprentices, and had graduated alongside Timoteo and Darrah. They recounted a few of their battles, and despite Martin now being wary of Bianca, he was obviously very interested in hearing about the action the two had lived through. Timoteo found himself oddly pleased that his mother approved of Bianca, and indifferent towards Martin’s growing coldness. Timoteo could tell that Bianca was happy, speaking with his family. Perhaps she was pleased with the thought of becoming part of his family, via their acceptance. Whatever the case, Susan and Martin both seemed to warm up to her, given her pleasant, if quiet, demeanor, and the heroic tales Timoteo had involving her. Martin still seemed a little cool with Bianca before the two left, but he was open-minded enough to take faith in how she had his brother’s favour, and so he gave her a chance.
Darrah spent less and less time with Timoteo and Bianca as the days came and went, focusing most of her time helping Brute and Craig train the latest additions to Alexander’s army. She never seemed particularly cold towards the two, anymore; indeed, she was fairly friendly with both Timoteo and Bianca whenever she would see them, typically during meals. However, Timoteo could feel that considerable distance had been put between Darrah, himself, and Bianca. She seemed less ready to speak with him, and while she treated Bianca with an uncharacteristic kindness, the two spent too little time together for a truly close friendship to bloom. Eventually, Timoteo and Bianca both asked Darrah if she would take a break from the training and spend some time with them, but she merely found an excuse to avoid it. Several times she found reasons not to spend leisure time with them, until she finally relented and agreed.
She spoke very little when she was alone with them, and appeared to feel oddly awkward with them. It was clear to them both that she would’ve preferred to be elsewhere. Timoteo and Bianca tried to get her to open up again, but their attempts only failed, and eventually, Darrah’s air of uncomfortableness got the better of Timoteo and Bianca, making them both feel as awkward as Darrah did. Darrah found a polite reason to excuse herself, and returned to training her father’s men. Timoteo and Bianca made several attempts to spend time with Darrah, but it was only until close to the expected departure for Hook Coast did she relax a little with them, once again. On one of these less uncomfortable occasions, she promised the two she would spend time with them before leaving for Hook Coast, saying that she had something special planned for the three of them. Though the two were deeply curious, she wouldn’t elaborate, leaving them with the mystery on their minds.
Gibbons and Marilyn found Elijah interfering with their plans on a fairly regular basis. They both found themselves split apart for numerous missions, and often, their missions would be switched at the last possible minute, ruining any sabotage they had planned in advance. The two were unsure what was causing the chaos at first, until, one day, they noticed the woman who typically handed them their assignments speaking affectionately with Elijah. They appeared to be in a relationship, but Gibbons suspected that Elijah may have merely been sweet-talking the woman to take advantage of her position over the duo. Gibbons and Marilyn tried not to let paranoia rule them, but the fear that Elijah had already tried accusing them of being enemies to the League was one they couldn’t ignore. As their work against the Anti-Hero League was interrupted or outright ruined time and time again, they quickly came to a stalwart decision: Elijah had to die, painfully. His disruptions needed to end.
“...Okay, here we go, you two. Eat up.” Darrah warmly said, laying down a wide silver platter down on the table. It was a mere day or two until Alexander’s army would travel to Hook Coast. Everything was ready: the ships had been secured, the stores of food had been readied for the trip, and after a few failed attempts, the explosive that had been used to destroy the Guild’s gates had been replicated for Alexander’s use. The men could’ve used more training, but then again, the men could always use more training, even the veteran guards, just to keep their skills sharp. Finally, Darrah had come to Timoteo and Bianca and said she would reveal her surprise for them, coming to their room, herself, with the prepared meal. The platter had a large cooked turkey over it, full of an odd-looking stuffing. The stuffing looked like gooey breadcrumbs put together in a thick, steaming hot mixture with a variety of spices, the colours green, blue, and brown visible among the spices.
The turkey had been cooked to a beautiful golden brown, slathered all over with butter and other sauces, blending together to create a heavenly scent. Set over the platter by the turkey, there were two glasses and one tankard, the glasses filled with water while the tankard had ale inside it. A few small plates were stacked on the platter, near the right side, three pairs of utensils resting over them. A single large knife lay nestled by the turkey’s side, the carving knife looking sharp enough to cut through brick. Timoteo and Bianca both regarded the turkey with awed eyes, the harmonious scent of the meat and butter filling their lungs and making their mouths water. “Avo, Darrah, that turkey looks amazing!” Timoteo almost cried, his mouth hanging open a little. Darrah beamed, overjoyed. “I made it myself, the stuffing, too. Took me part of yesterday, as well as most of today.” She readily confessed. Bianca smiled widely, warmly saying “It smells delicious, Darrah. It means a lot to me that you’d make this, before we set out.”
Bianca, whose dress was finished by that point, was still dressed in her usual clothes, her cloak draped over the part of the couch’s backrest immediately behind her. Bianca sat on one couch, Timoteo sitting across from her on the other, Darrah standing by Bianca. Darrah smiled, grabbed the carving knife, and held it over the turkey. “Don’t mention it. I’m a little curious, myself, how it turned out...This is the first one I’ve ever prepared, but I followed the instructions I had to the letter, so it should be...Er, decent.” Glancing back and forth between the two, she asked “So, who wants which piece?” Timoteo eagerly said “Doesn’t really matter to me, I just wanna try some.” Darrah looked at Bianca. She hastily nodded in agreement. Darrah smiled more, saying nothing, cutting into the roasted turkey with the sharp blade. She cut off numerous thick pieces for each of them, setting them over the plates one at a time. She made sure to get a generous helping of stuffing on to each plate, as well, before handing each of them their serving.
Then, she sat down beside Bianca, helping herself to her serving. Timoteo and Bianca ate the turkey with delight, savouring the juicy meat. The turkey had been cooked to absolute perfection, making Timoteo wonder if Darrah was secretly a culinary savant. The filling, too, was surprisingly tasteful; though some of the spices within gave the filling a somewhat pasty quality over the tongue, the gooey warmth it made in their bellies more than made up for it. Darrah ate heartily along with them, downing half of her ale before she was finished her plate, finishing the other half shortly after. Once he was finished, Timoteo groaned out “Ohh, that was amazing.” Darrah beamed again, looking at him warmly. “Are you still hungry? Have some more.” She urged. Timoteo felt a bit full, but the turkey had been so delicious, he couldn’t help but have a little bit more. He put some more meat pieces over his plate, and at Darrah’s behest, took some more of the filling, as well. Bianca did the same, and finally, Darrah took a bit more, as well.
They ate slower now that they had fuller stomachs, taking their time, enjoying the flavour more. Bianca swallowed down a mouthful of filling before she said “This filling is wonderful, Darrah. What spices did you use for it? I’d be interested in using them, myself.” Darrah smiled and pleasantly said “I’m glad you like it. I only used Auroran spicing, my brother brought me some when he came back with Brute. I could give you some, if you'd like. Oh, and, I used one other ingredient.” “What is it?” Timoteo asked, before biting into a piece of turkey. Darrah smiled more, sounding just a little bit embarrassed as she said “Erm...It’s a secret.” A tingly feeling began to appear in Timoteo’s stomach, confusing him, making him pause. Bianca seemed to come under the same effect, her brow furrowing a little in reaction. “...What did you put in this, Darrah?” Bianca calmly asked, looking over at her with curiosity in her eyes. Darrah looked upwards with amusement and started to grin. “You really wanna know?” She playfully asked.
“Don’t mess around, Darrah.” Timoteo coolly asked. Darrah chuckled a little, set her plate down on the table, and said “Weeell, alright. It took some time to get them, and you wouldn’t believe how expensive they could be. Grown for quality, delivered fresh, they could be something close to one thousand five hundred gold, each. Just think, Tim. If we had had minds for business when we were kids, we could’ve gotten rich off of those mushrooms.” Timoteo’s eyes snapped open wide, and he unknowingly dropped his fork to his plate, raising up a clatter. Bianca looked at him curiously, sounding a little urgent as she asked “Darrah, what did you put in this? Do you have any idea how many types of mushrooms are poisonous?” Darrah laughed a little, saying “No, no. These mushrooms aren’t poisonous. In fact, they’re a curative. Pretty powerful ones, too...And they have some interesting effects. Timoteo and I have tried them, before.”
“You didn’t. You did not put Blue Mushrooms in this.” Timoteo uttered, disbelievingly as well as somewhat angrily. Bianca coughed with shock, having almost inhaled some of Darrah’s cooked filling, bringing a hand to her chest as she coughed a few more times. Already, Timoteo’s head was beginning to feel cloudy, his eyes feeling a little heavier than they should’ve been. Darrah smiled guiltily, saying “I figured you wouldn’t take them, willingly. I know we haven’t spent much time together, the last while. And since we’ll be moving out to Hook Coast soon, I wanted us to have a really special time, together.” Bianca sounded surprisingly outraged as she loudly said “Darrah, do you understand what Blue Mushrooms do to you? They're a hallucinogenic, they alter your mind!” “Oh, I know. Like I said, I’ve eaten them before, without realizing it at first. But, don’t worry, Bianca. I’m sure we’ll have a fun time.” Timoteo rapidly blinked for a moment, the couch beginning to feel like a very warm and squishy embrace from behind, Timoteo unable to help but lounge back into the couch a little bit more.
Bianca raised a hand to her forehead, closing her eyes. She sounded a little woozy, the effects of the Blue Mushrooms in the turkey filling sending fluttery tingles through her tummy. “Darrah, why would you...Why would you do that? You’ve drugged us...Even yourself.” Darrah let out a long, slow sigh, leaning back into the couch, raising her arms up and linking her hands behind her head. “Yep. That I have.” She said, somewhat smugly. She began to smile, almost from ear-to-ear, as she said “You know, I...I’ve gotta be honest with you guys. The reason why I haven’t been spending much time with you, the last little while, is ‘cause I just felt so damn awkward with you...Honestly, I had accepted that I couldn’t be with you, Tim. I was trying to get over it.” Timoteo and Bianca both put their plates back on the table, looking at Darrah with fogging eyes. Darrah raised her eyebrows a little, looking up to the ceiling as she kept leaning back into the couch.
“I was trying not to think about you, I was trying to bury myself in training. You have no idea how hard it was. When I made myself stop looking at you like you were competition, Bianca...It just felt weird with you two. I was the third person, the odd one out. You two had shared things I could never have, and...It just made me feel weird. So, I avoided you.” Darrah lost her smile as she explained herself. Her eyes fell back to the floor. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help feeling that way.” She said, a little quietly. Timoteo and Bianca both looked at each other. Because of the Blue Mushrooms, Timoteo’s eyesight was becoming intensely sharp, and he was interpreting the world differently. Darrah and Bianca were almost glowing, he could process the smallest details about their faces, their clothes, and he loved every little bit that he saw. He and Bianca gazed at each other for several seconds before Bianca looked back over to Darrah, making Timoteo do the same.
Bianca was quiet for a moment before she said “...It’s okay, Darrah. I can understand why you would’ve felt that way...But, you’re the same friend to us you’ve always been. You didn’t have to feel awkward.” Timoteo gazed at Darrah, a little stunned by her beauty, his eyes roaming along the Hero and her blue-black dress. Darrah was about to say something to Bianca when she noticed his eyes on her, looking back at him. She visibly trembled, so shocked was she to have his eyes on her like that. Her face began to go red. Her eyes yearned for what she saw more than anything, proving to Timoteo that her efforts to make herself stop wanting him had been fruitless. She loved him, as she always did. Bianca noticed that Darrah was staring at him, looking over at him, herself, finding her eyes trapped like Darrah did. She couldn’t look away, she didn’t want to look away. Her breathing turned a little faint at how luminary her lover looked to her Blue Mushroom-altered perception.
“Avo, he looks amazing, doesn’t he?” Darrah said, resting her hands over her knees, sitting up a bit. “Yes. He does...” Bianca quietly murmured, sounding a touch shy despite the inhibition-reducing effects of the hallucinogen. Timoteo slowly looked back and forth between them. Seeing them both look at him with such hunger made him begin to blush, arousal slowly perking in him. Seeing him blush made Darrah enter an almost predatory state; her hands tightened over her knees, she leaned forwards a little, and a wide smile grew on her face, her eyes narrowing a little. Bianca’s eyes fell to Timoteo’s groin. With her heightened senses and warping perception of reality, she swore she could see the shape of his manhood, stiffening inside his trousers. Her mouth hung open a crack, her nipples becoming rock-hard in merely a second or two, visibly pushing out against her thin shirt. She blinked, shook her head lightly, and groaned out “Darrah, h...How many of them did you use?...”
The trio began to sink deeper and deeper into some private reality only they shared, the Blue Mushrooms altering the way they viewed the world around them, the very way thoughts about it coursed through their heads. Darrah snickered and said “Um...Five, I think?...” Bianca started to breathe a little heavy, staring at Timoteo’s groin. Timoteo’s eyes fell to Bianca’s chest, a warm flutter running through him when he saw her nubbins pressing through the shirt, as if eager to be free, eager to be played with. “Darrah, that’s close to an overdose...You...We could’ve been paralyzed...” Bianca breathed out, the Blue Mushrooms dulling her ability to feel surprise, making her much less shocked than she normally would’ve been. “We had two each, when we were kids...” Timoteo lightly said. Bianca watched his lips move as he spoke, a desperate look of wanting coming over her. She stood up, a little wobbly for a moment, before she came over to him.
She fell upon him light like a feather, both knees pressed against the couch, her hands to his shoulders. One knee was by her right side, while the other was between his thighs, Bianca gently pressing her knee against him. She leaned over and nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, pressing her chest into him. He held her by her hips, the both of them quivering with delight at their contact. Electricity seemed to pass between them, running through their bodies wherever they touched. Darrah looked at them with a bit of jealousy on her face, indignantly saying “H-Hey, that’s not fair! Don’t hog him!...” She stood up, walked over, and got down on her knees on Timoteo’s other side, running one hand along his stomach, the other along his left arm. Timoteo, descending into a deeper and deeper pit of ever-growing euphoria, was incapable of saying a single thing. To his altered perceptions, his mind was a separate substance from his body, a sparkling cloud of particles hovering over his head.
Separate, but all the same tied to his body, he felt absolutely no need or desire to move, feeling completely at peace. Trusting them both completely, he simply experienced the sensations their touch rose inside him, hanging his head back on the couch. Bianca, beginning to descend into the same beautiful pit as him, could barely raise her head from the side of his neck in order to say “Darrah, n...No...Three people, it takes away...The, um...” Darrah smiled and let out a little breath, having wanted to laugh, the feeling dulled to a mere exhale. “No, it won’t...I promise you every coin in my father’s treasury...It...It won’t...” She leaned over close to Timoteo, shuddering as she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. “Just gimme a chance, the both of you...Take tonight, before we start a d...Damn war...” She murmured out, the hand over Timoteo’s stomach trailing downwards. Bianca’s eyes grew a little shiny with moisture, but she couldn’t resist bringing her face back to the free side of Timoteo’s neck, breathing in his scent...
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