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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:11:23 GMT -8
Mordred Vargowas in his father laboratory reading a treaties on 'light refraction and the dark side of light.' Aside from being one of he most diabolical men in the annals of Tyran history. His father Camien was a scientist that far surpassed his years and most of the simple minds that roamed the realm during his time. The man had hand written tomes on anatomy and physiology, concepts of physics and various other works that incorporated the arcane with the intellectual and practical activity encompassing the systematic study of the structure, and behavior of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment...aka science. His love and passion though was delving into the dark metaphysical word of Necromancy. These passions and pursuits, Camien had vigorously instituted into his son, Mordred. When not forced to study for hours he was only ever 'allowed' to play at the game of chess. The epitome of the thinking man's game. All this culminated in Mordred never ceasing in some Machiavellian scheme, and constantly having a mind that always churned with deviant machinations. This evening would prove no different...He appeared poised and indifferent as he did peruse the treaties, not the malevolent, Absinthe drinking boogeyman he had become known as. |
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:12:14 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
felt it easier at times to indulge his baser instincts and pursuits. Higher intellect was often confused with madness by those who could not grasp concepts outside their closed realms of thinking. It was simplistic to gage him merely by action rather than his motivations behind said actions. He allowed himself a smile at his own personal narrative. How many had fallen, had judged and assumed, but never dared consider the depths of the most despised. One being alone knew the beauty of his mind and dared ever truly plumb the dark depths without fear. Monet, his twin. The completion to his incomplete existence. "Monet" he whispered, then proceeded to lick the tip of his index finger, then with gentle care, turned the page of the text book. Thought, wisdom and knowledge were the only things he truly valued besides the tangible form of his twin. In the pursuit of one he always found himself seeking the other.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:12:46 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
arrived back at the front area of Carrion, dusting herself off of the ash from the journey. She had walked the perimeter to check for the creature they'd felt before, but it seemed to have left. Mordred called to her, but it was in a calm sense so she knew it wasn't urgent. Moving into the house, she knew Agg would be upset by tracking in the ash but she didn't care. Her mask was removed and set on a collection table where it would be cleaned by Agg and put back in her room later. It took a few more minutes walking there, but she finally arrived at the door of Mordred's study and opened the door. Glancing in, she took the time to appreciate the vision of him sitting and reading; something she would have killed for when he was dead. "I found no trace left behind of that creature," she said, getting straight to business with him as she closed the door behind her, the room lit primarily around Mordred for his reading.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:13:20 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
looked up. There was a studious air and composure about him, and he let an easy peaceful smile find his features when Monet spoke. He would mark the page he was reading with a length of fine silk and then carefully shut the book with an almost reverent nature. The book would rest in his lap, his hands clasped together on top. Monet would notice his careful attention to detail this evening and the regal poise he chose to conduct himself in. "You would have saved yourself effort if we had chosen to study the patterns of this entity before we acted. The fault is mine own." He extended his hand to her as he sat the tome aside. "You are home, wipe your feet." An old metaphor their mother used to say about leaving the problems of the outside world, at the door. He often heard her recite the words to their father when he grew frustrated with the realm and it's occupants. His words and demeanor displayed he was allowing himself a moment to actually miss them and feel something confined
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:13:46 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
did in fact take note of these things, allowing a matching smile to be returned. Reaching up, she unclasped her cloak and let it slip to the floor before closing the distance between them and slipping her hand into his own. Other than that motion, she allowed him the lead after. "Much on your mind? I would be grateful if you shared your thoughts with me."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:14:11 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would shake his head no, "Just studying, "came his reply to her question. "You know I can loose myself in the philosophy's of applied mathematics, and the relevant physical properties of entropic forces on physical matter." Mordred was extremely studious and could at time surprise even the most well versed and verbose minds with his ability to enunciate and express more than a malignant desire to end the world. He was no mere grave robbing, corpse raping Necromancer. This is what made him truly dangerous, his depth intellectually and desire to always be mentally stimulated and challenged.(edited)
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:14:37 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
listened carefully as she stood with her hand rested in his own. "I'm always awed by your mind. Father truly did a great job in passing that on to you, even if it robbed you of other pleasures. I hope you do not find me too dull at times, since I'm more of a base creature when it comes to thinking and emotions. Though perhaps that is what helps us balance."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:15:05 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
raised a brow when she spoke of how truly great a job their father did in passing certain things on to him. He smiled and shook his head. "You would have been subjected to the same rigorous mental exercises, you just studied knife work and were self taught." He winked at her and stood up. The hand that held his, he kissed the back of and with it drew her closer to him and then into a full embrace. "Mind and body beloved." He held her for a moment and the stepped back, "speaking of bodies, your's shows signs of fatigue and dirt." He grinned, "allow me to fix a bath, and you tell me more in depth about what you discovered today?" The way he spoke and the manner in which he spoke, didn't offer her a chance to refuse. He felt her tension when he drew her into his embrace. He laughed, "and no this is not me spoiling you...you stink..."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:15:54 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
frowned at him when he insulted her, but it was mostly teasing so she didn't stay mad. "Fine," she said and huffed slightly at him, yanking her head away from his in soft tantrum and moving over to swoop up her cloak and leave the room, slamming the door behind her. "Rude," she said outside the door before heading back to her room to deposit of most of her soiled clothing from the journey. After a short time, she was at the door of the bathing room, with a small vial of oil in her hand. "I'm coming in... cover your nose or you may faint!" she sassed and then walked in.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:16:37 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
laughed and knew he had agitated his twin as only he could. A moment later he had somehow managed to secure a Vanilla and honeyed fragrant smelling bath bar and a few white linen towels. He walked into the bathing room and set to filling a tub with warm water. He took the vial she had from her without asking but exchanged a grin. "I said allow ME..."He opened the vial, inhaled the contents then applied it to the water. Wordlessly he would raise her arms and removed the remaining garment she wore on her top, then moved about her and carefully unbuttoned the bindings that held the clothing on her lower half. He would admire her naked form and then guide her into the water. Monet being a water elemental seemed to slip from his grasp and meld with her element when her flesh came into contact with it. Seated on the side of the tub, he would take a face towel and the bath bar into his hands and form a lather then tell her to sit forward. He began with her shoulders, moving her hair to one side.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:17:11 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
watched him pour the unscented oil into the water and smirked a bit; it was good for skin. Then he was undressing her, and moved her to the tub to let her sink down into it. Immediately she visibly relaxed and let out a pleased sigh, noticing the scents he had brought. She loved vanilla and it only slightly surprised her he remembered that. The temperature of the water didn't matter much anymore; it could have been boiling and she would be okay. She aided him by holding her full bodied hair in place as he washed her, and closed her eyes. It was peaceful. Too peaceful... she took a hand and splashed just a bit of water his direction with a smirk at him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:17:57 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would grin deviously, "hold on", he stated, then deposited the bath bar and towel in a small tray beside the tub, rose and left the room. A moment later he returned with a wine flute filled with her preferred 'Hell's Gate', and a few sticks of sandalwood incense. He handed her the glass and set the incense ablaze and at various points about the room. A moment later he had again taken the bath bar and towel into his hands and resumed where he had left off. "tell me..." was all he stated in regards to the events of her day of discovery.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:18:25 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
was struggling to even focus with all the relaxing things happening. Taking a sip from the glass she blinked a few times as he spoke. If it had been anyone else, she probably wouldn't have even heard the words, but since she was attuned to his voice, his words reached her through the fog. "I left early to get some information on which way that beast was traveling. I wanted to know how long before it could get too close to the manor. There were marks in the sand, like it was... rolling? But it seems to have headed the opposite direction of the manor, until it crossed the border where life returns. Its now in the other desert, the one full of life... I stopped tracking there."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:19:05 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would listen as she spoke, only the sound of the water being wrung from the towel being any interruption. When she finished he stated, "Turn.." then began to lather the part's of her that would make this post not PG. From another tub of warm water he would draw a clean pitcher and inform her to stand and began to rise the soap and lather from her body. With a careful meticulousness he made sure every inch of her body was most thoroughly cleansed. The water in the other tub would then be used to waterfall down onto her, wetting her hair. He would apply a special oil to it as well. He missed NO detail when it came to Monet and her care. "You did this without me, knowing this entity is vastly powerful and sporadic." He did not admonish her. Evident by the concerned tone he took.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:19:34 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
allowed him to bathe her, turning and lifting her arms, moving her hair and following each of his directions without interruption. It was, for lack of a better word, fluid. His touches on more intimate areas were even gentle and with purpose instead of lust, even though she still felt the spark of it. "I did. Just as you leave without me, to go after our uncle," she said back factually. "If we are not bound, then we are often going to be doing things on our own that puts us in danger, would we not? You insult me though, by assuming I would do something that would put me in danger knowingly. I was just tracking it, not trying to take a sample of its blood."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:20:06 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
let a grin precede a laugh, "did you just say I insulted you?" He stopped what he was doing and awaited a response. She would not be able to tell if he were playing or if his mood was changed by her comment. He waved it off. "You are right." He would give a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. Collect her now empty glass, set aside the wash cloth and bath bar and fold a larger white linen towel over the edge of the bath for her to dry herself with. He nodded his head wordlessly and took his leave, traveling to his own quarters and pouring himself a glass of Absinthe after taking care of the bath supplies.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:20:56 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
was left alone in the bathing room wrapped in a towel as she noticed a disturbance with Lyf. It didn't seem threatening yet, so she dismissed it for now. Her sister was very capable and wasn't far, so if she needed her siblings... they'd come. Once dry, she left and returned to her room to slip into less comfortable leathers. These ones were used when there was threat of needed to use her blades. The blood washed off of them easier. Then she returned to Mordred's study and opened the door to look in on him. Crossing the distance, she knelt in front of him and rested her head in his lap. "I didn't mean to upset you. And the bath was nice... thank you," she waited to gauge his mood without looking up at him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:21:10 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
_was not upset nor did he answer verbally to Monet. He simply sat in a high backed chair, sipping his Absinthe reading. The silence he let linger spoke enough. Only the most observant would notice the faint clench of his jaw muscle. "You are welcome...are you more relaxed now?" His attention was on what he was reading even as he spoke to her. He did note though what she wore and had also felt the tread of foreign feet upon the ashen wasteland that was the Carrion lands.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:22:09 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
nodded in his lap. She closed her eyes then and slipped into either a light sleep, or a form of meditation. It wasn't certain which, but she allowed the silence to stay in the room between them as he studied and she relaxed with her connection to him. In the back of her mind, she was alert though... always alert, especially when potential threat was nearby. The Hell's Gate and the connection to Mordred kept the paranoia and anxiety at bay though.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:22:42 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
held onto Monet, allowing her to rest. He knew her most intimately, and knew when she was distressed about something. He barely moved once she drifted off, only to turn a page or take a swallow from his glass. The outside presence the twins felt he was obviously aware of, but nothing directly reported any disturbance. For years the land itself seemed to reject life only knowing death. Then his little sister came along and things began to change. First it was her birds and now it was an attraction from others to either wander the wasteland or for some unknown reason of their own. The fact was that Lyf - 'life'...was actually being breathed into the land by her actions unknown to all but them.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:23:22 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
rested undisturbed. Lyf's influence on the land was similar to Rayelina, who had literally brought areas of life such as clean water and plants to the land with her magic. That area had been given to Sapphire. Now it seemed there was a similar though unique influence from Lyf as well. Perhaps one day, if the twins no longer had influence on Carrion... it would flourish in green again.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:24:05 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
contemplated a few things in the silence as he clenched onto Monet. Most assumed yet no one ever truly knew anything about Mordred, even his twin was unaware of certain aspects of the man she called her own and brother. He would have informed the curious, he was no mere Necromancer. He had mastered that talent in his formative years. Mordred had progressed so deep into darkness that he could virtually wield nothingness as a weapon. A flesh bound spirit of entropy and decay he was. Sterile to all things of the light...Represented in the Carrion Lands. Mordred was not death mind you but what comes after...emptiness, the lack of light, dark matter enclosed in a finite mortal coil. Monet was the lone thing that checked his black madness. His time among the divine taught him how to wield arcane power on a godly level. He had even opposed Dreanna, the Ancient, creative driving light. How could one forgot what it took to become that. Let alone become the lands ideal of what evil meant. These were the things most forgot and that only he labored under. He kissed the top of Monet's head and would whisper, "If they only knew beloved."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:24:35 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
stirred when he kissed the top of her head and blinked a few times, turning to look up at him. Looking at his eyes, she slipped her arms around his neck and moved to crawl up into his lap. Their lips touched as she took liberty to take from him, as she often did. She was greedy, and he gave so much to her yet she still took more. In her own way, it was how she could return his affection... by making sure he knew he was needed still. This time though she wasn't putting herself in check, and the leather creaked as it strained to hold in her curves. "Lyf didn't call for us," she whispered against him. "She's growing up fast..."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:25:08 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
licked his lips and felt what she insinuated. "No she did not, " he stated to her comment of Lyf calling them, and began to unbind the straps she had wrapped about herself, as if anticipating her movements. He knew his twin and always payed attention to every nuance. "Yes she is." he then stated in reply to what she whispered to him. He read her mind then. He paused placed his hands upon her hips and drew back from her in silence for a moment. They were in physical contact which allowed him only the access to limited surface thoughts. Unlike if bound,where instantly they would know the other...he bowed his head to her. Then choose his words very carefully as he leveled her in his cold dead white gaze. "I would...even though you will never ask me too." She knew what he meant, that he would forego even his own desire for vengeance and ignore his terrible hate, if it meant their reformation of their bond. He continued to undress her.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:25:35 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
smiled at him then and pressed closer to him, leaning to give him easier access to the straps as she undressed him in turn. This time she wasn't going to stop, where as normally she would. The consequence of binding once more was that they would suffer even harder each time they would have to break the bond again in the future. It took both a physical and mental toll on them anytime it occurred. She had waited so long now though and didn't have the will power to resist further. Not after the prior evening, coupled with the care he took of the bath. She was seduced emotionally, and was throwing her mental caution to the wind. In that moment all she wanted was to be with him again, as they'd denied themselves so long now.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:26:04 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
before they physically ensured again their most complete union, it was assured with both their wanton desire. She would no longer resist her lust while he in turn would relent his fury for vengeance. They gave to gain first with themselves. The rest of the world could be damned. The separation between them in that instance was gone, and yet again the twins would find themselves lost in each other. Yes they would suffer greater but the pain of being incomplete surpassed anything this world could hope to inflict. Their forms would seem to flicker and meld together. Black energies that were woven about the both of them would again twine together no longer being frayed parts, becoming whole. To ever see the twins in the throes of reforming their union would be unnerving to any onlooker they way two beings seemed to become one, separate and reform, only to repeat the process
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:26:32 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
watched his eyes when their ritual was complete, running her fingers down his face as he seemed to gain a semblance of life back to his form again. "I missed you," she whispered even though he hadn't actually been apart physically that much. Bliss, rare and simple, was hers again and she rose from him but kept his hand in hers as she glanced around through new eyes once more. Bound to him always made her feel stronger, as if his own being was borrowed upon and strengthening of her own. There was no regret in the choice; not for now. Carrion grew darker then in reaction to the twins strength.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:26:58 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
let a deviousness dance behind his eyes when she looked at him. "...and I you." Their act was and could be seen as a ritual of sorts but they knew simple concepts were needed to define just what the twins were and how they interacted. Their's was a need for the other above all things. Supportive madness. Indeed the Carrion Lands would darken. Divided there was hope for salvation but again as one, they knew no caution. They had each other and needed nothing else except their own will and deviance. "You would die for me, but allowed me to shatter our bond needlessly...I expect more from the stronger of us." He winked at her.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:27:19 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
grinned a little bit at him. "You act as if denying you anything is easy..." she noted that her hair was dry now, but she was no longer clean. "Are you hungry? I could get us some food," she offered and took a sip of the Hell's Gate that had gone ignored for several of the past hours.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 17, 2018 6:27:51 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
shook his head no, "have you ever seen me eat?" He smiled, no one ever did or had. EVER. The most anyone ever glimpsed was him drinking Absinthe. "I will join you though if you are hungry." A sly look on his face. Another oddity of the twins. Monet fed on lust and flesh, he on power, destruction and madness.
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