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.fancy. a stroll?
« on: April 02, 2017, 01:35:57 AM »
The warlord prince was having issues to say the least. He was out of control. He was doing his dang best to be behave. To remember he was here representing his province and he could not go off the handle. He wanted to rage and hit something. He may be a warlord prince but he was aware doing any such action would end in his death but the Territory’s guards. So he did the next best thing, reached out on a tight Sapphire thread to his longtime friend Hrodi.

*So do you feel like helping me bury a body tonight?*

He was tucked into a corner on the opposite side from Hrodi, his eyes on the other warlord prince. There was a rush of jealous as he watched Hrodi with a pretty healer. He didn’t know exactly where the emotion was coming from, he and Hrodi were not exclusive. They were bed partners every so often, more often now with Hrodi on land for the last few weeks. He wasn’t in a mood to search his feelings tonight; he just wanted to pick a fight with someone. He knew he didn’t want a fight with Hrodi, but he still found himself moving in the Gray jeweled warlord prince’s direction.

He was outwardly calm unless someone knew he well enough, they wouldn’t have noticed the stiffness to his shoulders, his clenched hands. He managed to relax enough as he moved over, he hoped Hrodi wouldn’t notice. He smiled and bowed slightly to the healer. “Would you mind if I stole Prince Boesson for a moment?”
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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #1 on: April 02, 2017, 05:03:32 PM »
The suddenness of the thread and Nate's words caused Hrodi to jerk slightly. It was nearly imperceptible, unless someone was touching him, which, unfortunately, the Healer was. She looked up at him with a raised eyebrows, but he only shook his head at her.

*Depends on whose body,* Hrodi replied. There was no question that he would kill for Nate, but there were many people it would not be wise for either of them to kill, especially not here and now. The swirl of jewels and psychic scents around them meant that Hrodi didn't sense Nate's approach until he was close by.

The Healer smiled at Nate, and it swiftly turned to a knowing expression. Hrodi thought the woman was far too perceptive for her own good. Of course, it would probably help if Hrodi didn't talk about him as often as he did.

"Of course not, Prince," she replied with a bow of her own. She nudged Hrodi as she let go of his arm and his attention was split between her and Nate until he saw that she was safely with her other escort. He wasn't expecting anything to happen to her, but in his experience, Healers often had a way of having trouble find them, especially that Healer.

"What's got you all wound up?" Hrodi asked, giving Nate his full attention. He could see the tension, although he doubted anyone else nearby would since they didn't know Nate as well as he did, or at all.

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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #2 on: April 05, 2017, 04:25:25 PM »
Nate remained calm despite the glances between the pair. His jealousy and need to possess ticked a little higher. At least, he supposed, the healer was gracious enough to allow him to have some time with Hrodi. Nate smiled lightly and thanked the healer. He kept an eye on Hrodi as the escort trade off was made. He did not connect the dots, his mind was instead focused on the fact the healer was very pretty close up. Normally he’d flirted until his heart was content or she was blushing however his mind was elsewhere and he’d much rather be around Hrodi.

He raised a dampening shield of sorts; it wouldn’t block sound but would make it hard for the pair to be over heard. It wasn’t exactly polite in this setting but Nate could care less. He took a deep breath in hopes of calming himself down but that didn’t work. It gave him more breath to speak with.

“Fucking queen poachers that’s what!” While he had some volume he managed to keep his body still. Which for Nate at the moment of a feat of strength. “I can’t believe he did it with me right there. I understand Beinn is in a hard place but trying to poach my sister?” He snarled and threw up his hands. “Can you help me make him disappear?”  He looked his friend in the eye and held his gaze. He as quite serious. "If not I'll go talk to Olwen, she'll me help," he said, though his voice wasn't so sure. Murdering a ruling Warlord Prince was a big step to ask for a family member.
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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #3 on: April 06, 2017, 10:14:28 PM »
As soon as the dampening shield went up, Hrodi felt his temper sharpen on Nate's behalf. He knew Nate was under quite a bit of stress due to the fact that he was ruling a Province, something he had never intended to do, and was therefore not prepared for. It was enough to make anyone lash out more easily, let alone a Warlord Prince. He glanced around to see if anyone seemed to be trying to pay attention to the conversation now, but his gaze focused back on Nate when he spoke.

At first, Hrodi had no idea what Nate was talking about, and his expression showed it. He just waited for more pieces of the puzzle to materialize and he was soon able to put things together. Apparently Prince Kabler - or someone from Beinn, but probably Prince Kabler - had tried to get Nate's sister to come to Beinn. And now Nate wanted to kill him. More specifically, he wanted Hrodi to kill him, which was part of why Hrodi figured it was Cenric since he wore the Red.

Hrodi did not believe that Olwen would help, and it didn't sound like Nate really did either, but for the moment, he let that part of it be.

"I'm not going to commit any murders tonight or tomorrow or the next day. This event is important to Lady Bailey." While she wasn't his Queen, she was the Queen he served, and so that made the night important to him as well.

"Would you preferred that he talked to her without you present?" Hrodi asked. He thought it was probably better that Nate was there for it, rather than find out later.

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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #4 on: April 07, 2017, 12:09:46 AM »
Nate signed, “it’s not murder if its deserved which I think it is. Could we kill him after the Summit?” He asked a little hopeful. Though he knew it was unlikely Hrodi would kill Cenric at this point. Hrodi wouldn't just because of the drama it would cause in the territory. He was calming just a little, Hrodi tended to have the affect him. In time he would understand why Cenric did what he did and accept it. Even if Nate wasn’t pleased the man tried to take one of his queens, especially his little sister. Surely there were others to take. However at the moment he was not thinking clearly, not really reasoning through anything. He was in a rage of sorts. Most of it fueled by jealous in various forms.

Well, he was calming down until Hrodi decided it was okay to steal queens…his queens. His temper ticked up, “you think it is okay he tried to steal her? Regardless if she was with me or not?!” He remembered he was still in the ballroom with everyone else. He kept his movements to a minimum so he didn’t attract more attention to their little chat.

“He should not be going after any of my queens, not without talking to me privately first. Then to go after my sister, who rules in my province. Not to fucking mention, I’m somehow the supposed Patriarch of the Troy family. It’s was wrong,” he snarled.
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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #5 on: April 07, 2017, 06:30:03 PM »
This wasn't going to work. Having this conversation in the middle of all the people was dangerous, especially because others may respond simply to Nate's anger.

"Come with me," Hrodi said and then turned around and started walking without giving Nate a chance to do anything but follow. He didn't think about it until he had taken a few steps, but there were very few angry Warlord Princes that he would at his back.

The healer caught his eye as they passed the group she was with, and she gave him a concerned look. He shook his head at her and she frowned but turned back to her conversation.

Upon exiting the hall, it was light a weight lifted. Hrodi hadn't realized what being around that many people was doing to him. He was used to close quarters on a ship, but there were far fewer people there. With a glance around, Hrodi turned left and lead Nate down a couple of hallways to an unused office before he was satisfied that they were far enough from everyone else.

"Alright," Hrodi turned to Nate. "Yes he should have asked you first. He didn't. I'm not going to kill him for it, and I suggest you don't ask Olwen." Hrodi frowned at Nate then. "Did something else happen?" He could understand being angry about it; Hrodi thought that he would be angry as well if he was in Nate's shoes, but he wasn't sure he would be this angry.
« Last Edit: April 07, 2017, 10:55:23 PM by Hrodi Boesson »

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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #6 on: April 07, 2017, 09:58:57 PM »
Nate didn’t protest when Hrodi pulled him out of the ballroom and somewhere else in the Seat. Nate wasn’t sure he could find his way back without Hrodi, he wasn’t really paying much attention. His mind was not on Cenric anymore but the healer who had caught Hrodi’s eyes when they left the Summit. He wanted to confront the healer now which he knew wasn’t right. Confronting healers was as bad as confronting a Black Widow. He’d rather confront a Queen.

Once in what appeared an office, Nate retreated a step or two from his friend. Out of the ballroom, he felt he could breathe a little, fewer people to worry about and his push his anger. Well until he thought about the healer. He just couldn’t get her out of his mind. Her and Hrodi, he mentally amended. He kept his back to Hrodi as the other warlord prince calmly explained he would kill Cenric. He couldn’t help the slight laugh, “Olwen would enjoy killing him. Which isn’t the point, no I won’t ask her.”

He searched the wall he was facing, trying to pinpoint when he started feeling angry this evening. Nate was bad at this sort of thing; he realized when he decided why. He knew but hesitated about speaking his feelings aloud. He slowly turned to face the Gray. “I’ve had issues the whole night. Since I saw you walk in.” He ran a hand through his hair roughly, “I’ve been possessive I guess. Jealous even of seeing you with someone else.”
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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #7 on: April 08, 2017, 10:50:16 PM »
Crossing his arms, Hrodi leaned back against the desk in the room and watched Nate's back. Despite the other male's anger, Hrodi's eyes drifted lower and he decided he liked how his ass looked in the pants he had on. Hrodi couldn't say either way whether he thought Olwen would do as asked, but the fact that Nate thought she would was reason enough to prevent him from asking her. A murder was the last thing anyone needed tonight, especially that of the ruler of a Province that was being raided by another Territory.

As Nate turned back around, Hrodi brought his eyes up to his face and didn't immediately understand what Nate was getting at. He tried to think of what other male he had been spending any considerable amount of time with during the evening, but then it clicked: his Healer. Hrodi was simultaneously flattered by the jealousy and knew what it could do to a Warlord Prince, being one himself. He stepped forward, running a hand up Nate's arm.

"The Healer? I'm one of her escorts tonight. She's my colleague, and I've known her for most of my naval career, so we've become good friends, too. She used to be the Healer on my ship." He looked at the floor as a small, sheepish smile formed on his lips. "She's been looking forward to meeting you. Apparently I talk about you a lot to her."

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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #8 on: April 09, 2017, 12:09:03 AM »
Nate froze at Hrodi's touch, his eyes searched his friend's face. He listened and pondered what Hrodi said. He replayed what Hrodi said more than once. He realized all of a sudden what kind of fool he had been tonight. His jealousy over seeing Hrodi with anyone else, let alone an attractive woman, had set the tone for his whole night. He wondered if she should be apologizing to the people he'd been talking to but for the most part, he'd been polite. Until Cenric had ticked him off by trying to get his sister to join him in Beinn. Being in a possessive mindset, he'd taken it personally. Far more than he should have.

His brow furrowed as his brain started working. He stepped breaking contact, regrettably, with Hordi. He took to pacing with a long stride one direction then the other. "You talk about me to her? She knows?" His brain clicked again and he frowned, that would explain her knowing looks he'd seen. "I've been a fool tonight." His shoulders sagged as his restless energy vanished. He stopped his pacing back in front of Hrodi.

Nate wasn't very good at this, relationships beyond friendships. He slept around a lot because he could never sit still with someone for long. Never really wanted too. Warnings from his father, his mother, his uncle and even his cousin Olwen about being used had always been in the back of his mind. Better to just move on. However Hrodi was different, they'd been friends since they were kids. He never had to worry with Hrodi around. He never had to question if he had his back or not.

Isn't that why he asked Hrodi to help with Amelia? Trust? And a but of lust, he supposed.

However he still hesitated in admitting what he was feeling. "I am sorry I misread the certain. I didn't think someone of your caliber, importance would be escorting anyone tonight," his gaze dropped, his mood subdued from earlier. He still didn't want anyone touching Hrodi but he knew he couldn't demand that. "I know me being jealous isn't really part of our arrangement. Hell's fire I don't even know what to call what we are," he sputtered.
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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #9 on: April 09, 2017, 07:29:35 PM »
When Nate stepped away, Hrodi tried not to feel hurt and tried to tell himself that he probably would have done the same thing in the current situation. It didn't really help, though, but he kept his eyes on Nate as the other Warlord Prince paced.

"I haven't specifically told her anything about us," Hro replied, stepping back to lean against the desk again. Whatever 'us' meant between them, he wasn't sure. "But she's a smart witch, and probably figured out something was going on. Apparently I just mention you a lot, or so she tells me."

Hrodi kept his hands braced on the edge of the desk as Nate stopped pacing in front of him.

"It's alright. Normally I don't anymore, but one of her escorts was ill, so I volunteered." If it was a different witch, he probably wouldn't have, but for this Healer, he would. She had a penchant for getting herself into all sorts of trouble. She had also saved his life early in his career when he was young and overconfident.

At least Nate wasn't angry anymore, although anger was sometimes easier for Hrodi to deal with than other emotions. This wasn't the conversation Hrodi was expecting to be having now. He figured there was some other political situation bothering Nate, or something to do with his family. Had he known, he might not have asked right now, not because he didn't want to have the conversation, but because he would have preferred to have it in another setting. As it was, either of them could be called back to the hall at any time.

"I don't know, either," Hrodi admitted, looking down at the floor. "But I know I haven't slept with anyone else since I visited you last month, and I haven't wanted to." They hadn't put any rules to what they had, but at some point, Hrodi had stopped thinking about finding someone else to have fun with for a night.

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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #10 on: April 09, 2017, 08:31:26 PM »
There wasn't a lot running through the warlord prince's mind as he listened to the reasoning and explanation yo why the head of the Navy was escorting a healer to the summit. He wouldn't tell Hrodi, not now after his own outburst, however, he had toyed with bringing a blond witch or warlord to see if Hrodi would get jealous. Part of it was Hrodi hadn't responded to his invite to come with him. He assumed it was because Hrodi had duties Lady Bailey. Wen he saw him with the pretty healer, he couldn't rationalize it. He wanted Hrodi to himself. That's his temper tantrum.

As Hrodi's gaze dropped to the floor Nate raised a Sapphire shield around the office they had taken up in. He closed the distance between them at Hrodi's admission. He didn't hesitant as he pressed his body up against the Gray jeweled warlord prince. Following that move, he braced his hands on either side of Hrodi's body to cage him in. He searched his friend's eyes for a moment before he kissed him and didn't let up.

Finally, he stopped, "Hrodi," Nate breathed huskily, "we should figure out what we are. So you can tell your healer something juicy." He drew a ragged-breathed, "I've not been with anyone else either. Strangely I haven't wanted to be." Something dark flashed in depths of the warlord prince's blue eyes. "I know what if I see you with another man, I will probably kill them. I want you to be mine," he growled.
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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #11 on: April 15, 2017, 04:18:08 PM »
The Sapphire shield caught Hrodi's attention at the same time Nate moving towards him did. He looked up in time for Nate to be pressed against him, trapping him against the desk. Well, not really; Hrodi could get away from him if he wanted to, but he didn't. His arms went around Nate as he returned the kiss with enthusiasm. At the same time, he dropped a Gray shield over the Sapphire just to be extra certain of their privacy.

As Nate pulled away, Hrodi wondered why he had found an office and not a bedroom. Right, because if he had done that, neither would be returning to the hall, and they both needed to.

"I want that, too," Hrodi said. "And for you to be mine." The thought of Nate with someone else - male or female - made him unhappy. It had for a while, but he hadn't realized it right away. He also wasn't sure until now if Nate wanted them to be more than just having fun. And it was fun; Hrodi just wanted it to be more. He brought one of his hands up to Nate's cheek, running his thumb over his cheekbone.

"I want us to be us." He knew it wouldn't be easy with him out to sea of often and Nate ruling a province, but he wanted to make it work. He thought they could.

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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #12 on: April 21, 2017, 01:37:07 AM »
Nate closed his eyes briefly had Hrodi’s touch before that opened to watch Hrodi. He smirked at the possession in his friend’s voice; it helped settled his nerves a little. “It won’t be easy; you seem to be gone out to sea all the time.” He cocked his head a little, “and I have Amelia for the present time.” He smiled though, “we will see how long that last. I have a habit of ticking powerful people off.” Nate arched an eyebrow, “but you have your room at the Estates. I can always acquire a place near your normal port.” Nate suddenly frowned, “am I getting ahead of myself?” He really didn’t know.

He shifted his weight so his hands and arms were not supporting him. He cupped Hrodi’s face with one hand and kissed him again. With his other hand he grabbed the lower half of Hrodi’s button-up shirt and pulled. He slid his hand under the shirt; his fingers spread across Hrodi’s abs. “You know we don’t have to do back for a bit. Your healer will be fine without you for a bit. I have no hens to keep track of,” his voice dropped as his mouth hovered inches from Hrodi. There was a healthy bit of trouble and playfulness in Nate’s eyes as he waited for Hrodi to decide.
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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #13 on: April 23, 2017, 08:38:04 PM »
"I don't know if you are," Hrodi said honestly. It wasn't as if they had just recently met. He'd known Nate for as long as he could remember. It would make things easier for when his visits to port were not very long, but that was assuming Nate would be able to step away from the Troy estate during that time. All he knew was that he would actually be using all of his leave now, rather than just some of it every now and then.

When Nate kissed him, Hrodi slid his hand to the back of Nate's neck to kiss him harder. He thought about stopping Nate when he felt him tugging his shirt, but he really didn't want to. His abs flexed automatically under Nate's touch and thanks to his fair skin, the hint of a flush across his cheeks was more noticeable.

"That's true," Hrodi said, with a smirk, matching Nate's tone. "As long as we do actually go back... eventually." Lucy, his Healer, might not mind his disappearance and would probably encourage it, but her other escort might care and be annoyed to be handed a job he had agreed to do half of. He slid his hands down Nate's sides to pull their hips together, silently showing his agreement.

His next words were broken between kisses as he tugged Nate's shirt up as well. "You should also try to remember to tell me where your room is so I can find it later." His own room was the one he always used when he was here, and so he thought it was too much his own territory for Nate to be there. Nate's assigned room, though, he thought could be safe.

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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #14 on: May 04, 2017, 01:36:51 AM »
“We will go back when we are finished; we will go back to brushing shoulders and playing nice to all the important people.” Nate managed to keep his voice even as Hrodi pulled their hips together. Nate was thankful that Hrodi was one of the darker jewels in Dharo. Thank the Darkness for a Gray shield. Privacy was a luxury Nate rarely got. He was going to take advantage of every moment he had alone with Hrodi.

His. Hrodi was his.

Nate got frustrated and vanished Hrodi’s shirt. “Right, my room. I’ll tell you where it is later,” he promised. He ran his hands up Hrodi’s now bare chest with a possessive growl. He kept kissing Hrodi, his hands moving and touching him. He eventually reached to undo Hrodi’s belt.

---

Nate began to put his clothes back on afterward, he really didn't want to go back to the Summit. However he had to admit he was feeling better, maybe he could actually enjoy the evening. He glanced at Hrodi with a smirk. "So I think you should keep me company the rest of the night, so I don't fly off the handle again. We can escort your healer around, I can get to know her a bit." He didn't know many of Hrodi's friends. He wasn't sure but maybe that should change?

He called in Hrodi's shirt when he watched Hrodi hunt for it for a few minutes. He should have given it back right away but he liked watching Hrodi. He held it out with a smile. "I think we should go bug Olwen, I could use her sharp tongue to ground me. Then we should go talk to Warlord Prince of Beinn's people. I hear he has a Glacian healer with him." Given what Nate knew about Beinn, it seemed odd that Prince Cenric would have a Glacian on staff. Let alone bring her to the Summit. He was curious why.
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Re: .fancy. a stroll?
« Reply #15 on: May 21, 2017, 09:45:01 PM »
Hrodi moved with the same reluctance Nate did while getting dressed. He was only going back to the summit because he had to at this point. His absence would be missed, even if he let Lucy know where he was going, even if what he really wanted to do was shuffle Nate off to whichever room he had been assigned and not see anyone else until morning... Late morning.

"Lucy would like that," Hrodi agreed. He frowned when he couldn't find his shirt, then remembered Nate had vanished it. When he turned to ask for it back, Nate was holding it out for him. Hrodi huffed in fake annoyance and took it. He wasn't entirely pleased that he wasn't enough to ground Nate, but he didn't say so as he shrugged his shirt back on and started buttoning it up.

"That's odd," he commented with a frown at the idea of the Warlord Prince of Beinn employing a Glacian. Sometimes Hrodi had people assume he was from Glacia even though he was born in Dharo, and they reacted badly simply because of his name and looks. He couldn't imagine what the Glacian Healer had people saying to her.

Before buckling his belt, Hrodi tucked his shirt back in, making sure that it looked like it had before. Thankfully it wasn't all wrinkled. Then he was ready. When Nate was ready to go, Hrodi lead the way back to the summit. He didn't really care who they talked to, so long as he got to spend the rest of the night with Nate at his side.

 


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