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Post by Ives Beaumont on Oct 15, 2017 8:38:41 GMT
The library was unnaturally quiet. The Lore Keeper stood there attentively, beside the table upon where the prince of the elves sat, reading a book. As Lore Keeper, it was it upmost duty to serve royalty and those in authority. Ives had to show his respect, hands folded over each other as he stood there, waiting to retrieve any book that he desired. His eyes occasionally gazed toward the rest of the library, where most of the elves had already gone or had to remain quiet in the presence of the prince, but he could vaguely hear the hushed whispers from a few elven women that appeared to be gossiping about him. He shot them a glance and they quickly returned their attention back to the books, before getting up and leaving. It was in the middle of the day, and Ives just wished that all of this would be over. He looked up toward the ceiling in boredom. This was absolutely dreadful. Ives was tense again, as Rook had left out to defeat the plant once more. What purpose did this prince have here when his people were in dire need? Not one word was spoken from the man so far, other than the books he required. Ives could not tell what sort of information he was after, or maybe it was because he was so flustered to be in his presence that he had nearly forgotten. He tried to look and see what sort of pages he was reading from the collection, but the text was too small and he was standing too far away. Well, he had to continue to wait here and assist him as needed. But, this was no royal prince. The Royal Bastard of Aelfmenn, or so most had liked to call him. He was second in line for the throne, or so he had heard, despite being a bastard child. Indeed, if that were the case it may as well put the elves to shame he assumed, but the man was an elf such as he. Sometimes things were out of one's control. However, Ives was beginning to grow unsettled by his behavior. Why was he here? He had requested a few books but he could not find the correlation between them.
Dry leaf after dry leaf they fell to the floor from a nearby tree, sinking into the pile of brown leaves, the only noise resonating within the library now. Ives began to notice the elves beginning to leave one by one, as perhaps the situation was irking them. He too, for he had to stand here and attend his side. But, he was beginning to think about what had happened at the ball. He remembered Rook's face, within the moonlight of the gardens. Within the cabins. All of it. He remembered him speaking of not going, but Ives had to. He had to serve the Council, just as Orin had taught him to. It was the Lore Keeper's duty. Yet, he was now beginning to feel something different. All his life he had thought that this was his purpose. But he had found his new purpose, within Rook. Freedom. Liberty from fate. Unshackling the chains of death. All of it was so promising. If only he could find Larkin. She had been at the ball, however he had not heard word from her since. But his memory returned back to the cabins. Rook had said that he had cheated on him. But, he had already forgiven him. Though the pain was still there. Rook was always gone somewhere. And now he was gone hunting the plant for one final time. But would it really? What would they do, once it was defeated? He wanted to run away, and regretted not mentioning the fact to him. He would not know what to think probably, he assumed. Ives looked down and scratched his side, thinking about this predicament. He would have to bring it up to him, sooner or later. But without his apprentice so many things could go wrong. And if people figured out what had happened? How would they see him then? Would he become ridiculed for abandoning his duty? It was something to surely think about. But, he would not leave until he knew the Grand Library was in good hands.
After thinking he brought his attention again toward Morighan, who had been sitting there for a while now and most of the elves were gone from the library except the two. Not once had he made a noise, a single sound. Ives was growing rather irritated. He could be worrying about Rook's safety while doing something else than just sitting here and watching over the royal bastard. Taking a few steps closer to the table, he gave him a look of irritation.
"Is there anything I can assist you with?" he asked finally, dryly and short, straight to the point. If he was going to sit there and not make any progress then Ives would make better use of his time sitting at his desk, not looking over this, royal bastard of a prince. It was true, Ives did favor elves and highly respected the royalty, but surely this was something he did not tolerate in his library. But, he was stuck overseeing him, much to his dismay.
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 15, 2017 9:00:42 GMT
His step mother was out hunting the plant like some barbarian, his brother was probably taking more lessons and how to be even more kingy, and his father was probably flopping into another elven woman's bed. It was the perfect opportunity for Morighan to pay a visit to the lore keeper. He had been planning to for a while now. The man had to be a font of information by rank alone. But when he had entered the library and found it crowded he nearly rolled his blue/gray eyes. Instead he tossed a smirk on his face as he strode past the surprised faces. He took a seat and told the lore keeper to grab some random volume of book he could remember Cy droning on about. Then another. Then a less specific request. He was purposefully plucking at the man. His pointed ears picking up the soft sound of chair after chair being pushed beneath tables as the people slowly filtered out of the library.
He was pretending to read again. Boredly flipping through pages and staring down at them as if interested. When it was just down to two elves plus himself and the lore keeper the man finally spoke. He could tell he had been annoyed. The way he fidgeted and stood so rigid like a guard or something. It was the tone of his voice that truly caught Mori's attention. Slowly Mori turned his eyes away from his book and looked over at Ives as if surprised to see the man still standing there.
"Oh? You have something better to do?" He ask in a fake friendly tone. The twist of his lips would of course only be seen by Ives. The other elves would only witness the lore keeper being smart with their bastard prince. He slowly closed his book and turned to the other elves. "Leave." It was a simple but firm order that they were both quick to obey. Once the door closed Morighan shifted in his seat to see the lore keeper again.
"Are you always so short with your superiors, Lore Keeper? Why don't you go fetch me a book on manners, like a good boy." Poking and picking at the man was all too much fun. "Hurry up now. I'm a busy man." Not really. He had no job, no responsibility other than staying alive. He flashed Ives a bright smile and waited for the man to comply.
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Oct 15, 2017 9:22:03 GMT
Ives looked at him in annoyance, but silently had to comply as he moved away from the desk and toward the bookcase that stood not too far from where they were. Fortunately enough there was such a book, however if he could vocalize his opinion he would say that the bastard needed it more. Ives was nice to the elves, however it was ones like these he could not tolerate. The Council and the others were also quite much, however at least they knew where Ives stood and had politeness, at least. Be as it may, Ives was the Lore Keeper but either way he was still underneath royalty and he was his superior. But, he had come here unannounced. What, did he honestly think he could do whatever he pleased? Well, he was only a half-prince after all. Ives thought that he would only need to deserve half the respect he was receiving right now. The worst part was, was that Morighan was not doing anything wrong. But, now that they were alone this may be a different story.
Removing the book from the shelf he moved back toward the table, looking at him all the meanwhile. Placing it down onto the table with two hands, he gazed at him with the upmost irritableness. He was not being short. If anything he was the most tolerant man to him on this world, well according to him that was. Even if Rook was there, not even he could protect him. To rebel against royalty would be an act of treason. But fortunately he would not become king. Cyril was much better suited. Polite and intelligent, indeed he would know to rule the kingdom properly, at least. After setting it down he took a step backward, wondering why he was really here. Bored perhaps? It sure seemed that way. But Ives was the Lore Keeper, not a babysitter. And now, he was beginning to test the waters a bit.
"I see you are extremely busy, your majesty. I only seek to aid in whatever you see fit," he spoke evenly, looking down upon him slightly as his head raised. Ives knew this game, of how to be polite. Yet, he would know that the prince would catch on to his words. He wanted to know the real reason why he was here, and how to get him to leave without disrupting the balance of authority.
But he did not leave. Instead he stood there, awaiting whatever sort of "aid" he needed help with. Surely it was nothing and he was going to mess around with the Lore Keeper. Oh how he was not going to look forward to that. But, he was certain he knew his way around words better than the prince. But he did not know of him very well. Did he often go on such excursions such as this? Did he go bother the Council? The High Priest? Now that was an intriguing idea. But he would not know how to redirect him there, so he had to wait patiently until he could get him to leave. Or to actually have him read, at least.
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 19, 2017 14:48:16 GMT
The lore keepers tone didn't bother Morighan in the least. He outright pretended not to notice the tension, even though he had acknowledged it. He took the book and twisted it around so that he could see. Opening it up he leaned forward to look at the index. Tan finger sliding down the page until he came across the chapter he desired. "Ah, here it is!" He said with a smile and happy tone. With the book still open he turned it back so that the lore keeper could read. "Right here, this chapter is one I think you should brush up on lore keeper. But don't worry, I'll keep your little slip-ups between us." He had the audacity to act like he was being kind to the man when he really was hitting him with an insult.
Morighan sat back in his seat then, glancing around the empty library once more. "Is anyone else here? What about that soldier thats been having his way with you for the past few months? He's not around today, is he?" He allowed a smirk to curl on his lips. Indeed he knew many things about the lore keeper. Some that he may prefer not come to light.
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Oct 23, 2017 7:03:44 GMT
He remained silent as his eyes watched him show him the page, not saying a single word as he stared with contempt. Just stand here, remain and continue your duty, he told himself. But how much more can he reason with himself before just jabbering about and demanding that the prince learn his manners? Ives wasn't royalty, but he had high status as Lore Keeper. He deserved that much respect at least. His narrowed eyes met his, looking very displeased in the least but did not voice his concern to Prince Morighan. When the other elf told him not to worry, he just turned his head abruptly to the side with a disgruntled expression, looking in an opposite direction anywhere far from him. Ives never had slip-ups, or any form of disorganization for that matter. If anything, perhaps not figuring out what the plant was could be his greatest failure so far. But, there was a chance for defeating it. Or so he prayed. Prayed to the goddess of nature to take that thing back, wherever it spawned from. His eyes then turned up to meet him again, looking up from his face that pointed downward. Having his way with him? So perhaps the rumors of him and Rook had even reached the ears of royalty. Yet, he still had to remain calm. To keep his cool. Siofra hadn't done anything. Yet. Or maybe she had planted the seeds, but she very much would need to rely on them, wouldn't she? No, she couldn't have did what she told him what she was capable of doing. Though, he didn't figure out what it was that she actually knew about them. Not ever since they couldn't remember what happened under her influence anyway.
His hands placed behind his back again, he straightened his posture, looking down at him with a puffed chest. Looking at him as if he had no idea what he was talking about. "No, no one else is present," he declared firmly. "I believe you had told them to leave." As there was not a single other elf present in the room, indeed the bastard prince had scared them off.
But then his gaze became somewhat suspicious, narrowing as he continued to look at him. "Why?" he asked, the feeling evident in his tone. What did he have planned? Though, he doubted the prince could do very much. Sure, he couldn't harm the prince. But Morighan would also suffer repercussions if he did something to the Lore Keeper most surely. It would be a huge dishonor to his parents, the King and Queen of the elves, to perform such an act. Humiliation within the treaty, according to the other races. They'd make sure to properly educate him, Ives would assume. However, he had leverage here as well since now no one was here. However, he did not know if he could hold up against him in a fight, or if he would he able to prove what happened, whether who was harmed or not.
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 24, 2017 2:56:38 GMT
Morighan didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he was ignoring the lore keeper's questions. Rather he looked over at the man and one of his brows rose curiously before he pushed his chair back and stood. Casually walking around the table and over to one of the many bookshelves. His tan fingers slid slowly over the binding of a few books before he spoke. "I wouldn't want him interrupting us is all." He said in a friendly tone, ever cryptic. He stopped and plucked at one of the vines that curled down a shelf and spoke over his shoulder to Ives. "What is your power lore keeper. We all have one. But I don't believe I heard what yours was. Something to do with bookkeeping perhaps.?"
He turned around then, his dark coat billowing out around him with the suddenness of the movement. "Tell me something." He stepped closer, perhaps uncomfortably so for a man who apparently disliked him with a passion. "Is there a way to strengthen elven abilities? A talisman, chant-" He twirled his hand dismissively in the air. "-whatever."
But another question rose to his lips. "The plant hunt, you didn't feel the need to lend a hand lore keeper?" A smirk twisted on his lips as he watched him. It was people like Ives that made his life enjoyable, the ones who were so easily flustered.
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Oct 24, 2017 22:12:59 GMT
Ives' eyes narrowed slightly when the man had said of Rook interrupting them. What was his game? It baffled him greatly, however while he had stood and slide his fingers over the books, he was trying to figure him out. What was it that he wanted by being here? Was it more than just to harass the Lore Keeper? He did not know what sort of reason he could have for speaking so, however then his thoughts got interrupted when he had asked him of his power. All these personal questions coming at him directly all at once, he wondered if he really did have something to do with the almoner. Though, now he was getting ready to go on the defensive. Perhaps what the man meant was that he feared Rook would be here to protect him. But... the prince couldn't attack him here, could he? He knew that would be horrific in the eyes of the elves. Heck, even that might deny his rights to the crown, whatever priority he even had. But, to risk it all to harm the Lore Keeper... it wouldn't make sense to him. Though, he did not know the bastard prince all that well, so maybe there was some ulterior motive to this. Maybe he found out information from the almoner but was now trying to blackmail him first, though, what possibly sort of use could he have for him? The almoner would be more understandable, as she was in not too high of a position but even that confused Ives. He did not know her much as well, and did not know her very reasons. But he was second in line for the throne... Did he want to steal the throne from his brother perhaps? It was plausible, but the Lore Keeper couldn't give the rights to whomever ruled. And even if he tried, there was the king and queen still in rule after all. But, this was all beginning to make sense now. Did he want some sort of leverage over Prince Cyril? Some sort of power that, in time, would benefit him?
His eyes trailed as he watched his back, plucking a vine that almost caused him to wince. Indeed, the plants had been dead here for a long time. Then he turned his head around, asking him yet another question that concerned him. He tried to remain calm, however his face glowered as his head faced down slightly, eyes still looking up at him with caution and suspicion. He did not move from his spot, letting the bastard prince continue to ask the questions as he then neared closer. Still, Ives looked up at him without flinching, standing his ground. Then another question came, and Ives just stared at him with his stern face unmoving. So many questions at once. What purpose was there behind them? Again, he had hardly any time to think. Though, one thing was for certain. His priority. His top priority. Was to keep harm away from the library. Everything else... Well now he didn't care much about it anymore. He just wanted to run away with Rook, from all responsibility. Though even still, Ives was still the way he was. Had his own thoughts however he did not care much about the inter-politics of royalty and whatnot. Just as long as he didn't seek to harm the library then it did not matter to him. Unknowingly he had taken a few steps back when the elf had gotten close, a little too close for comfort. He didn't know just what the man was up to, but he had to answer accordingly.
"That would depend," he chose his words carefully. "There are many books here that have plenty of variation on that topic. What is your magic?" he then asked, directing the question at him. He then began to walk toward a bookcase that would perhaps, find some sort of direction to where the information he sought would be around. He did not know what power the prince had, but it would be beneficial to know just what he was up against. Though, as he would expect a short, dismissive answer, the Lore Keeper himself would explain his own magic in return. His eye gazed back to him if he followed, or just to see where the prince was from where he walked. "My power is that I am able to collect information from plants," he said. However, it was evident all around him, the plants were dead. "I see what they see. Hear what they hear. Feel what they feel. Though it is spontaneous really." He continued to walk, slightly picking up his pace as he would expect the other to try and catch up with him. Taking a corner around a few more bookcases, he continued to head in the direction where the collection was. "I also see visions from the past, or the present. It varies." Then, he arrived at the place. At the other edge of the library, the long, very long, wall of books that stretched across the edge. Looking up to see what volume he would require, his head then turned to him, if he followed him that was.
"And I am here to continue my duty. To keep watch over all the books," he explained. "That is why I am not at the plant hunt." His eyes gave him a sort of glare then. "Though I am curious why you did not also attend." His tone held some resentment to it. Surely the bastard contradicted himself.
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 25, 2017 8:24:43 GMT
Morighan took in the back steps from the other elf with a casual smirk. The question posed to him was one that he would normally choose not to answer. He couldn't have everyone knowing about his ability now, could he? That would be counterproductive to his end goal. "Do you always answer a question with a question? Manners, Lore Keeper." He watched the other man walk away and didn't offer to follow. Instead, he leaned his hip against one of the many tables and leaned back in a relaxed way against it. His hands falling behind him on the wooden surface.
Wow...so he could see what plants saw? Sometimes? How droll and useless. "That's...inadequate." He answered boredly with a roll of his dark eyes. He had really been hoping for something more useful from someone like Ives. But apparently, the Lore Keeper got the short end of the abilities stick. He merely smiled when Ives turned his question back around on him again. "You really think I care what happens to these people?" He rolled his eyes and pushed away from the table. He strode toward Ives again, in a sort of rambling way. Looking at a book here, poking a vine there, until he reached him. "Well its been fun but I should be going. Princely things and what not. You understand."
He held out his hand then with a smirk still planted on his lips. "Thank you for your assistance today. I'm sure you've learned a lot." Taunting. Teasing. Just to make the man squirm. It was when Ives would slip his hand against Morighan's that the man would suddenly move forward. His fingers twisting powerfully around the smaller mans to jerk the hand upward toward his lips. And then the contact was made. He released Ives hand almost immediately. Already mentally pushing outward and chipping at the outer walls of his mind. Some could resist him, some fought at first but gave in. And some were easy as pie.
So what better way than to ask a question that the man would undoubtedly refuse to answer otherwise? "Tell me then. Do you hate me, Lore keeper?"
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Oct 25, 2017 9:23:32 GMT
Ives released his hand with a look of disgust, confused as to what was going on but he felt different somehow. Like the composition of his mind was being torn apart. Shaking his free hand loose, he tried to wonder what had just happened, bewildered blue eyes staring back at him. He tried to resist... whatever this feeling was, but he could feel it seeping further into his brain. He tried to push the feeling away, but the more he tried the more force it came back with. Just what was going on? Nothing made sense, and even before he could ask what in the world was happening he was asked a question. Did he hate him? Ives was about to answer a "no," but something had stopped him. His mouth tried to voice it but it would not come out. In fact his mouth did not move a single muscle. The only thought process in his mind being, "Don't lie to me." Well, as much as he would try to deny it, to push it off, he couldn't. He had to tell him the truth. He couldn't lie to him after all.
"I don't hate you, exactly," Ives said with a slight smirk on his face. Perhaps that was to express his resentment to him. After all, even his face couldn't lie to him. "I just find you extremely irritating." With that he was content with what he had said. With that he had said the truth. Although, he could add that he was pointlessly baffling and that he knew he was just here to stir up trouble. But then it had occurred to him. What was he saying? The shock on his face was evident. His jaw hung open as his eyes widened, staring directly at the prince.
"What are you doing to me?!" he asked, marching over toward him. No, this couldn't be! Was this his magic?! No, not again. Not after what happened with Siofra. But there was still time, he could do something now, he had some control over himself. Was this how it was before he had forgotten what she had done to him? No, he couldn't let that happen again. He had self control, or at least as far as he knew. But, he could still feel the recesses of his mind breaking away. Still, he had a chance. He had to do something. Going near him, he aimed to slap him, to hit him with one hand, to try to get whatever it was, to stop for the time being. Or at least to slow down the process. What in the world did he want with him?
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 26, 2017 8:08:43 GMT
It worked rather quickly. The lore keeper proving to be easy prey. His lips twisted into a smirk when Ives answered him. He seemed to realize after those words that something was going on. "What are you doing to me?!" "Doing?" He repeated innocently. He could have moved when the lore keeper strode up to him. His hand lashing out to smack Mori across his smug face. But he didn't bother to stop him. His head jerked to the side from the blow and he actually laughed. His tongue slipping out to touch the blood on his lip where it had been busted against his teeth. A small wound. But now when he smirked his teeth held a bloody cast. His tongue slipping free of its toothy cake to poke at the wound. "Slapping a prince? Bold move." But mentally he sent another message. He had every intention of torturing the man, he didn't appear to be very knowledgeable. Just a stuck up bookkeeper who babysat elves while they read.
Tell me you're sorry. He conveyed, lifting his thumb to wipe a bit of blood from his lip. "I'm not sure what I did to offend you so, Lore Keeper. But I hope you can forgive me." Come to me, kiss me and don't pull away. Yes...Mori was a sadistic man, and Ives was about to see just that.
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Oct 26, 2017 9:10:28 GMT
He didn't say anything, instead, he just tried to hope whatever he did... worked. But, his blow seemed rather ineffective. He could still feel his mind not fully out of the man's magic, or whatever the feeling was. It felt like as if his brain was pulling and tearing apart, reconstructing into something else entirely. But he still had his wits about him, fortunately. He didn't know if that was going to change anytime soon though. It wouldn't be long before his magic would be completely taken into effect, Ives thought, but he wasn't going to wait and find out. So this was the reason why he wanted for them to be alone, he then figured. Never be alone with anyone in the library you don't trust, he should've told himself. However he had not much choice in the matter. This was a prince he was dealing with after all, but to have a power like this...? No, he couldn't think anymore about that. Whatever was going on, he knew that it was no good. Fortunately the prince hadn't dodged the hit. That meant that he had to be somewhat free... right? From the smirk that he held, he knew that whatever was going to happen next, wasn't going to be in his favor. Ives had to get out of there. But before he could turn around toward the doors, he heard something in his mind.
"I'm sorry," he told him, in a remorseful tone as he stood with hands folded before him. Sorry? Really? No. He couldn't listen to anything more that he said. He had to move. Quickly. Then, again turning to leave he was successful in only taking a few steps away, before another command had reached him. His head turned back, over his shoulder as he looked at him with what might have looked like, longing. Halted in his tracks he then turned around, walking a bit slower before he picked up his pace. Walking dangerously near the prince. He couldn't even process what was going on, it was all moving so fast. What did he even say? What in the world was he doing now? But it was those lips, somehow he found himself growing ever so near, pushing close as he pressed his own hard against his. He was almost being a little more forceful than usual, leaning toward him passionately as his arms reaching for both sides, perhaps to make him falter back slightly over toward the table behind him. He found his lips not even letting go, continuing to move roughly as they hungered more. To not pull away, was the order. He wasn't going to. No. What was he doing? Kissing him? Why? Why would the man give him such an order? He felt disgusted slightly, however he did not know his game. What was it that he wanted? What would he desired out of it? But, ah, those lips were... No. Ives couldn't find himself thinking clearly. His mind was being torn apart. A mixture of hate and desire. It was horrible. He watched on from his eyes, narrowing evermore as he continued, feeling himself practically on top of his chest as his lips continued, desiring the kiss so much. Wait a minute, now he remembered. He had Rook. What would he think?! Ives tried to break away, but he was already doing what his body so wanted to do. They were alone in this library after all... Maybe Rook would not find out about this. It couldn't hurt... After all, he had done it with that fire mage already. Now it was Ives' turn. No, he couldn't think like that. This man was controlling him. He had bad intentions, whatever they were. But, he was so irresistible. He couldn't find a single reason to pull away. He could not and would not. But was it because he had desired to, even though he knew that it was forced? The prince wasn't so bad looking after all... No. Ives, get your act together.
He was Lore Keeper. All of this was humiliating to him. And perhaps that was the bastard's very desire. But, somehow maybe it was a hidden libidinousness that was deep within him. What he read in the many books, the only ever experience he had was with Rook. Really, maybe that was why he had tolerated the man's roughness so much. Was because of that desire. That drive. Now perhaps he craved this difference. But, that wasn't his real mind talking. Or so he thought. It was a mesh between the two. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't even stand back and think about all this. He couldn't pull away after all. Was this anything close to what he experienced with the almoner? And why? Why were they doing this to him? And the fact that he couldn't distinguish what he wanted versus what he was forced to do. That they had begun to weld together into one as even though they were opposites. That was terrifying.
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 27, 2017 7:57:03 GMT
Mori could taste the blood from his lip when Ives kissed him. Surprisingly forceful in a way that made him smirk, but enjoy the moment none the less. "Stop." The telepathic message said. Morighan suddenly pushed him back, disgust coming to his face as he straightened his clothing and wiped the blood that had been smudged around his lips. "Do you always just attack people? What would your lover think?" He sounded positively appalled and took several long steps closer to the bookcase. "Get me the book that will make my mind control power stronger. And hurry." He wasn't looking at Ives when he conveyed the message. Still playing the role of the poor man who had been attacked. He straightened his overcoat. Pulling it around his slender form he did a button that had come undone far earlier in the day. Dark brown eyes moved to follow the lore keepers movements.
"Tell me of the most powerful elf you know and their name." He was hunting yes. Hunting for allies, for blackmail. For strong people to be at his back when it all went down. He reached up to rub his neck. Seemingly nervous even though he was the total opposite. He was actually contemplating what all he wanted to do to the elven man once he had sucked all the information from him that he could find of use. He could just leave....but Ives had been such a self righteous prick.
No...no he needed to stay and punish him. And my if that idea wasn't exciting.
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Oct 28, 2017 19:46:30 GMT
When he had ordered him to stop, Ives pulled his lips away, if only slightly. He could still feel the wet saliva against them as he did so, momentarily pausing until he felt himself be pushed back. The lore keeper stumbled backwards, only to look at him as the man cast those humiliating words at him. Ives inwardly looked at him in disgust and annoyance. Well, he was the one that had ordered to kiss him, Ives thought. Though, probably the point was to humiliate him. Fortunately there was no one else present in the library. Otherwise that would have been mentally damaging. To do so, in front of other people. But now it was just them two, and he knew why Morighan wished for them to be alone. Two sides of the same coin, if someone saw the lore keeper acting that way then there might be some suspicion of the bastard prince as well. But at the comment of his lover made Ives think for a second, until he realized whom he was talking about. Rook, he knew about his relationship with Rook. But it was only a rumor, as far as Ives had known. Though maybe the spread of the word had caught up to every elf in Aelfmenn. Even Larkin had knew about their relationship. But, the almoner had tried to use that information about him and Rook for blackmail, and perhaps there was more that she knew, but Ives did not know since he couldn't remember. However, did this man know of her? Made sense considering the nature of his magic. Or perhaps he had found out through different methods, through this magic. Ives didn't answer him of course, and didn't have time to when he gave him the next command.
A book on making his mind control stronger...? No. He couldn't. But nevertheless, Ives found his body turning around anyway, dashing to where the exact book was. It was a lie to say that the lore keeper took his time to find most books because he had to remember where they were. No, he knew every single volume in the library. And although he typically walked, searched for books, said that there were many collections with the same topic or merely just had some parts to them, were the lore keeper stalling time. He didn't have very many situations like this. Life in the library was dull, boring. He had to retrieve many books for people, but if he did so quickly and shortly then there would be no other duties for him to fulfill. Even though he was a busy man. Perhaps it was because that was the only way he could converse with people. Otherwise he would just be the lonely hermit that he was. But Ives found himself running to the bookcase, knowing exactly the book that the prince was searching for. He halted abruptly by the shelf, pulling out the book before taking off and running back to him again. Ives didn't want to do this. He didn't want him to make his control stronger... What could he possibly gain out of this? What was it that he wanted? Even though he was next in line for the throne? If he would be so determined to seek the throne, why just not control his own brother? Ives assumed. And, since he knew of the contents that lied in this book, he really hoped that Morighan would not... test them on him. Granted, that may be the case whether Ives liked it or not. He returned shortly, taking a few breaths as he presented him with the book, holding it with two hands extending it toward him in offering.
The Knowledge of Spirit and the Mind. Ives knew the exact volume. It read so on its ancient cover, the leather almost nearly falling off of its binding. He knew that what the prince was looking for, actually only lied in a few sections. It was how the very few that had mind control could have a stronger effect on others. This book was actually made for spiritual healing, however. Though the contents that lied within were now extremely dangerous, Ives thought. This book had been in the library before he had arrived there to be an apprentice. If he had known that this would happen, he would have had the book locked and sealed away. How many people would have taken advantage of this book? But then again most elves were kind, and would never even think of doing this. Yet this bastard prince would prefer to turn his own people into his mindless servants. How disgusting. But Ives knew which sections were in there too, and he knew every word of them. Even if the prince hadn't made him retrieve the book, he could have had Ives nearly recite the sections within it. The lore keeper usually made people read it on their own, to better understand and so that he would have far less work to do, but Ives was almost a living encyclopedia. It was unknown to most people, and although he may have had a reputation for his wisdom, it actually stemmed from his extensive knowledge on every page within every book. But, that wasn't his magic, so he might have missed a few words here and there as he could not recall extremely in depth but he was assigned to read and reread every volume in the Grand Library. And some he had even wrote. Given that, he would know almost every section and could summarize it with ease at least. And, he knew in this one the sections that Morighan would be pleased with.
There was the one that discussed how to make it more stronger, to further force upon the will of others. To get others to obey the commands more easily. How to ensure that their minds go completely blank. So that they cannot resist. There were also a few that discussed altering memory. How to alter memories. How and what they could remember during such sessions. How come Ives only remembered this now? He should have looked this up after what happened with the almoner. Well, perhaps he was too distracted with the ball. Then the last, was perhaps the one that he would be satisfied with the most. It was how to make the effects last longer than their expiration. How make a few commands given would last even if the mind control had completely wore off. And now that Ives thought about it, that was completely terrifying. Such danger about to be given to the man in the form of a book, he just hoped that he would read it himself and not ask Ives for details. Or even worse, try any of those on him.
Then, he had told him to tell him the most powerful elf that he knew. He was searching for other people to control wasn't he? Well, the lore keeper certainly was powerful, when it came to knowledge. However Ives didn't really know other very influential people, well, other than the man before him. Even Cyril had visited the library on a few occasions, but he did not have the time to get to know the man. But, it made sense considering that Morighan's plan must have been to gain more power somehow. But how many would be considered powerful? Most were under the prince, even though he was a bastard. Perhaps he was seeking more of power through magical ability or strength. However, this was easy. If he just wanted someone powerful, Ives knew who to answer. Morighan could go wrong the one who had wronged him and Rook.
Siofra. "Orin." What did he just say? "Orin Forst." His eyes were widened, and it was no doubt that he was shocked about what he had just said. Why did he say that? The only one he technically knew that Morighan was searching for was in high standing, and had a strong magic ability. Siofra would have been the most obvious choice, even if she did not use her magic upon him and Rook. An almoner was about the same status of a noble, and had strong connections with the temple. Yet, why did he say Orin? Perhaps to Ives, Orin was even more powerful than he knew. His magic was to peer into the world's existence, to find the answers to almost any question by deciphering what the earth told him. His magic wasn't incredibly strong, but it was how he wielded it that made him so. He also had much physical prowess, and Ives did not know why he would always train and do such activities when he was an apprentice. Orin also made much use of herbs and other magical items, he was incredibly resourceful. He had this, air to him, that he was mighty and powerful. Aloof, yet knowledgable. He was the previous lore keeper after all. It was as though he did not speak of everything that he knew of. It made Ives wonder just how much he knew. And, he had found out that Orin knew of the plant. He knew many things, and disappeared without a trace. He was still alive however, he had to be. Orin was strong, just as Ives had spoke that he was the most powerful elf he knew. He was well-balanced, in almost anything and everything. Though, he hoped that Morighan would not ask for more information on him. He worried what Morighan would try to do to him, if he knew.
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Royal Bastard
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 29, 2017 9:13:23 GMT
Mori watched Ives run about with an amused look in his eye. Taking the offered book from the lore keepers hands he sat down at one of the tables and sat the book down in front of him. He opened it and began to look through the pages. Lightly calloused fingers moving over the ancient words. "Rub my shoulders." The command came silently as Mori flipped through the pages. One of his eyebrows rising with curiosity at the name he was given. "The old lore keeper? Interesting..." He knew of the man of course, but little more than by name. He was still rather young after all. "Tell me where to find him." When Ives would come up behind his chair and settle his hands one the prince's shoulders Morighan would sigh contentedly. Rolling his shoulders beneath the pressure.
He turned another page and sighed in an annoyed way. Reaching back he took one of Ives hands and pulled him so that his fingers would brush the pages of the book. "Show me where its at, what I need to know." In such a pose leaned over him as he was it would leave the lore keeper in a somewhat awkward position. And until the task was completed he couldn't very well move away, not without fighting him off mentally. With an evil smile he twisted in his seat. Leaning in close to Ives neck. "Don't you smell nice." He commented in an amiable enough tone. But suddenly his breath was rolling over the pale skin just above his pulse. Not touching, but nearly. "What would you like for me to do to you, Ives?"
He wanted to hear those words, how much he hated him. Or perhaps his influence had taken deeper root and Ives would find himself compelled to want more. Just the thought of Ives begging made his stomach tighten and blood roar with excitement. One of his hands would reach up then to curl around the back of the snooty man's head. Pulling him in close Morighan would turn his head to the side and offer his own neck. Forcefully pulling Ives against his flesh. "Do you feel it yet?" He smirked. "You want it, you're just too much of a coward to take it." "Tell me what you want, do you want me to leave, lore keeper?" He loosened his grip on Ives then. Curious to see if he would again face pain, or if Ives was ready to sell his soul.
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Oct 29, 2017 10:18:55 GMT
When he had ordered him to rub his shoulders that elicited a baffled expression in his eyes. Moving over toward him anyway, his hands rose to the prince's shoulders, pressing them softly yet firmly in his grasp. Not even Ives ever had such a thing take place in his library. Though he just knew that he was doing this to perhaps annoy him. And it was beginning to. It was beginning to seep through. Him being treated like a servant. It was disgusting. The lore keeper was not that far underneath the prince. Royalty or not, he had no right to treat him in this regard. Information he sought, but personal servitude, was too much. What need for it did he need to piss the lore keeper off? But, as he continued to massage his shoulders he had spoke of Orin. So he had heard of him being the old lore keeper. Ives didn't know how old or young the bastard prince was. But then, the next question came. No, he didn't want to tell him where to find him. But, at the same time he couldn't. But as the orders were, Ives only could speak the truth. He wondered what he was going to say. He didn't know where Orin had gone to himself, and he did not know where he was despite his attempts of trying to find out where he was from his books. When he heard Morighan sighing with content it brought displeasure upon him. It was irking him. Though Ives answered the question anyway, as he could feel himself beginning to speak as he continued to move his hands rhythmically across his shoulders. "I cannot tell you," he said. It was truthful, and inwardly Ives was relieved. So Orin would be safe from this menace. That was, when he felt himself speaking again. "Despite my attempts for searching for his location, he had gone and not left a trace. The books are over there of his personal record keeping," his head gestured over to the end of the building, near where Ives' desk was. There was a small shelf that stood at the wall behind it and to the left, sort of near where the doors to the bedroom were. The books were on those shelves. Hopefully he wouldn't know the exact location of the books when Ives had gestured his head, as it was a long distance away. "Those are the only way of presuming his location. Though, he most likely would be present at the plant hunt." What? He didn't think about what he had just said. He guessed he didn't figure it out until now. But, he knew that Orin knew of the plant. Though now it made sense. He could be at the plant hunt, but what need did he have of being there? Or, more of the question of why would he only show himself then? Why didn't he show when the plant had been present the other time? It was doubtful but Ives felt... somewhere in his mind, that he was going to be there. He couldn't explain the feeling but it as were he knew. As if the plant itself was signaling his arrival. It was a strange feeling, but one that Ives felt if barely.
Then, he felt one of his hands be taken by his own, pulling it down onto the book as his fingers brushed over the pages. His eyes looked rather surprised, leaning over the prince he could feel the warmth emulating from him. He didn't like it, but at the same time... it was comforting. It were almost if he wasn't alone, at least. Though, then the order was given fast enough, and he could feel his nimble fingers flip speedily through the pages. Arriving at the first page where the heading title said "Strengthening Force: Emptying Minds." That sounded rather immoral, despite the words underneath that spoke of healing, how those who need it would need to first have their minds blank so the healing can take place with more strength. Still, it sounded rather menacing, if not frightening. He didn't want his mind to go blank. No. Or perhaps it wouldn't be so bad? That way, at least he could forget like he did with the almoner. But would he rather forget? Perhaps he could collect information about the prince, despite all the things he was doing to him. And, he and Rook were confused on all what the almoner knew and did. At least here he would know what Morighan knew and did. But, even though he didn't wish for him to do so on him, he probably had no choice in the matter. Then, he could feel his breath upon his neck. He was immediately appalled. He could feel how close he was. To that sensitive part of his skin. His breath almost tickled it as it vibrated over his pulse, which had so readily increased. Then, another question. What would he like for him to do? Was that even a question? He was allowed to answer? It was a trick. Ives knew. But, as the truth would inevitably come out, he was doomed.
"Let me go," he said, voice shaky and full of fear, however dull and obedient at the same time. That's what he truly wanted. To be out of this control. To leave the Grand Library and never return. To make him stop this horridness, at least. He hated the way he made him feel when he forced him to kiss him. He actually liked it. When it happened. But it had to be him making him feel that way it had to be. To make him want to kiss him. But the fact that he couldn't distinguish whether his feelings had been real or not, was quite frightening. It was if his mind wasn't his own anymore, along with any feelings or thoughts he had. This man certainly had power that should not belong to him. Just as if he were almost reading his mind, he could feel the hand reach behind his neck, pulling him close, toward his own neck as Ives' lips brushed against it. It was soft, at least. Then another question. Another comment. He hated it. He despised this. He would hate feeling that way. No, of course he didn't want it. He didn't feel anything. Probably because he wasn't ordering him to do anything. Yet. That could change in time however. He still had his mind in tact. And certainly, he would not let Rook down like this.
"Yes," he answered, just barely audibly as his lips moved against the skin of his neck. "I want you to leave and never come back." But, as he could feel his breaths against his skin, he had another thought in his mind. He would be alone when all of this was over. And, after all, even if he did cheat on Rook with this man, it was just all mind control anyway. It couldn't be that bad if he stayed. Maybe he wanted him to... No. He had to think straight. He had to remain faithful. Not only to Rook. But to himself. But the man had his way with temptation and control that he really didn't know what was himself anymore.
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